#Time Keepers are cunts

[sooniebby]

Alr bro I am BACK from the Malevolent Kitchen- So this whole thing takes place in the Heian era, when Sukuna was at his strongest and walking around as a four armed, tall monster of a man (he has two massive dicks I am not being told otherwise don't even play, lad)

Reader (do I even gotta say it? I'm real predictable let's be fr 💀) as Sukuna's favourite shrine keeper- as he's speaking to some sorcerers (prolly begging for mercy or smth), he calls the reader over and commands him to strip and warm his (massive) cocks, all the while the poor sorcerers are just fucking sitting there. Eventually, he gets tired of the reader just warming his cocks and commands him to start moving, scoffing when the reader is too slow for his liking- ultimately he just grabs the reader's hips with his lower pair of arms, using him like a fleshlight,,,,,,,

ALSO if and only if you are feeling up to it,,,,, skip to modern day when Sukuna gets incarnated again and is immediately like okay where the fuck is reader (he's been alive with Uraume, which is why he hasn't physically aged, either) so he can drag the reader into his innate domain and get his dick wet after centuries of no bf :((( kinks- degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism

ఌ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

꧁ 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

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Warnings › first time ever writing Sukuna. Reader is trans male and he has breasts. Use of breasts and chest is interchangeable. Pussy, cunt, and hole are also used. Sukuna is still very mean but I made him just a little bit nicer, cuz romance lmao. Mentions of suicide. Boku is the JPN male version of I. Reader slurs his speech a lot

Kinks › degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism, nipple play, creampie, breast/chest play

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Wakizashi.

That’s what your dad called it. A Wakizashi. Shorter than a katana, larger than a dagger. The only weapon a civilian could handle in broad daylight without being seen as a threat. Many used it as a way to commit suicide.

He told you to use it for that reason.

It was the only good thing you could do.

The Fujiwara clan was powerful. No doubt about it. And while your father wasn’t the strongest, he was well respected. Many were excited when his wife was pregnant with you. Even when you came out as a girl, they weren’t too disappointed. Even a woman could be a strong sorcerer.

But you never did.

You had a curse technique.

But it was weak. It was fully based on defense.

The technique to manipulate shadows. But it was only your own. You could hide well but how does that help you in combat?

Didn’t help when you started spewing “nonsense” of not being a woman.

That earned you multiple whippings.

Everyone in the clan stopped paying attention to you after that moment. Your back covered in scars.

And the one large scar across your face.

Your Wakizashi flickered in the soft pale moonlight. The gold casing shining proudly. You took great care of it.

The harsh patters of feet caught your attention. You stood up from your makeshift mat, shuffling over to the small crack in your dilapidated cabin. It was practically a box. You glanced out, seeing multiple assassins hurriedly rushing out.

It looked to be the entirety of the Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad and then Five Empty Generals. Odd.

You shrugged it off, going back to lay down. You turned your attention back to your Wakizashi. It was the only thing you had in this box. You flicked your wrists, practicing your technique.

Even though you were weak, you still practiced everyday. With a sigh, you collapsed onto the bed. The rebellions you used to do as a child seemed so silly now. Cutting your hair, bathing with men, wearing male kimonos. Just to be locked away in the corner of your own home.

The door was unlocked but they made sure to make you fear even pushing it open.

Your mother took pity on you, being the one to deliver you food. You were sure that if she didn’t, you would’ve starved to death. But she seemed to be late today.

The soft sound of wind creaked against the old box. It shook slightly, always threatening to just collapse over you. Your eyes fluttered closed, clutching your Wakizashi close. It was only a few minutes later when the sounds of screaming caught your attention.

“He’s here!”

“Do not run away! We are the Toh!”

You sat up, staring at your door as the screams women, men, and even children reverberated through the cabin. Your grip tightened around the Wakizashi, bringing it up to your chest. Slowly, you crawled over to the door, pulling it inward to peek outside.

The sight… was horrific.

Blood. Blood everywhere. Weapons scattered. Arms detached. Heads rolling off bodies. Even a few bodies didn’t have the upper half. Many sliced into pieces.

You wanted to vomit. Who was doing this?

The Toh… was defeated.

You stepped outside the cabin, your bare feet touching the soft grass. The grass was colored red as you walked over to the piles of bodies. Your eyes scanning them, being able to name at least a fraction of the corpses. Underneath one, your mother’s eyes stared right at you.

Your breathing hitched, your hand clamping around your mouth. Despite the cruelty they gave you—it was difficult seeing them like this. The further you walked to the entrance of the Toh estate, the more gruesome each body became.

A few just being blood splattered against the floor.

“(Name).”

You shrieked, feeling a hand grasp your leg. It wasn’t someone you knew but her eyes were filled with fear. Blood trickled down her face.

“Run…. For your own sake.” She whispered.

Your eyes trailed over her body before you backed away.

The lower half of her body was gone.

Her arm fell down as her eyes closed.

You needed to run. If people as powerful as your clan were dropping like flies, you’d be killed immediately if this thing came to see you.

You began to run. Ignoring the bodies you had to jump or step over. You kept your eyes straight ahead. The Wakizashi tight in your grip. You hoped and prayed you would make it out free.

“Sukuna, is there any you want for dinner later?”

A horrid gasp left your body as you skid to a stop.

Your dad’s head hung from the grasp of a person. They were dressed in a kimono, short white hair. They held your father’s head up to a… thing behind them. The thing took your father’s head and examined it before tossing it aside.

“Not that one. Look for another.”

Its voice shook your body. The two of them were speaking as if they were looking at meat. Did they eat humans? But the white haired one looked like a human. You didn’t get the chance to think further when they suddenly turned over to you.

“Was something there?” The white haired one asked.

They saw nothing. The spot you once stood was empty, the only sight being corpses. They turned over to the thing, Sukuna.

“Go look for acceptable meat, Uraume.”

“Yes, Sukuna.”

Uraume began to move a few of the bodies about, looking for one that was acceptable for Sukuna. Sukuna hummed, cracking his neck as he looked around. His staggering form covered in blood. He stared in the direction of where you once stood.

You kept silent, staring right back at him. You had hastily summoned your curse technique, making yourself invisible to the naked eye. Your curse technique allowed you to hide in the shadows and even manipulate your own to hide yourself.

But it wasn’t strong, you could never hold it for longer than five minutes. And you haven’t eaten all day, you were weak. Hiding yourself physically didn’t hide any noises you made. So you clamped your lips shut, trying to not breathe, hoping he’d look away.

If you moved, he’d surely hear your footsteps, especially with how quiet it was. Your knuckles turned white as you clamped tightly at your Wakizashi.

Unable to hold it any longer, you let out a soft huff, pulling in as many air as possible.

But that was enough for Sukuna.

A large puff of air attacked you as you lost control of your technique, suddenly becoming visible. You collapsed to the ground, crying out in shock as you stared up at Sukuna.

He was large. Four arms and two faces. His eyes narrowed at you, glancing over you as he began to smirk. Blood covered his body. You knew your father and mother’s blood was mixed in there.

“How could I have missed you? You puny little thing.” He reached over to grab your hair but it went right through your body. Sukuna huffed, slightly confused on what just happened.

Your other ability, besides just becoming one with shadows, was the short ability to make your body unable to be touched. Sukuna pulled back clamping his fist before thrusting it into your chest.

It went through, but he didn’t kill you. Sukuna pulled his arm away, his head tilting. He didn’t look angry, on the contrary. He looked amused.

You quickly pulled the sheath off your Wakizashi and stood up on shaky legs. You had never fought. Never even used the Wakizashi against a real opponent besides a tree.

Sukuna chuckled. “Do your best.” He said, grinning. It was no encouragement. He didn’t even move into a fighting stance. Just from a look at you, he knew he was going to win.

“Domain Expansion: Moonlight Paradise.”

Dark matter spilled out from the ground as it formed into an orb around you and Sukuna. Your domain wasn’t strong. It wasn’t anything that helped you win fights.

It was a paradise.

A crescent moon shined, adding light to the otherwise dark domain. Spider lilies grew from the ground, surrounding you like a barrier of protection. A large sakura tree sprouted from the ground, growing tall as it quickly blossomed.

You shivered as you looked up at Sukuna. A feeling of bile filled your throat as you doubled over and coughed out blood. Sukuna looked at you with disgust, the hell was this?

“Is this your best?” He asked, stepping over to you. He was hoping for some sort of fight. But this was all you had to offer? A piss poor attempt at a domain.

You held out your Wakizashi, handing the hilt to Sukuna.

“If… die…” You winced, unsure of how to explain yourself. You weren’t taught to speak. Not after your whipping at age 9. And with everyone no longer speaking to you, you hadn’t spoken in years. Your voice was hoarse, struggling to work after years of being dormant.

You made the effort to write and read. But you stopped speaking. You hated your voice. This female voice that wasn’t yours.

Even now, just hearing your voice made you angry.

It’s a shame you were going to die with this voice.

“If…I…must die…You…willdo..bymy…Wakizashi.”

“Boku?” Sukuna muttered, staring at you. His eyes roamed your body. You weren’t a man. Not by the sight of your ample chest. You were wearing a female kimono. But your hair was cut short by a blade, judging by the jagged ends.

“Boku!” You screamed, glaring at him. You weren’t going to die being misgendered. You were going to die with the pride of being a male.

Sukuna grabbed the Wakizashi. It was small in his large hand. He lazily spun it around, making you slightly worried that he’d break it.

“You call yourself a man but you give up so easily?” He tossed the Wakizashi to your feet. “Pick it up. You have a technique, use it.”

You bent down, picking it up. “Nouse…strongerthan… me.” You could tell he had a bit of trouble understanding you, but you didn’t care. You just wanted your death to be over with.

“Why the domain?”

“diein…pretty…place..”

Sukuna glanced around. Your domain seemed to be just for aesthetic. There wasn’t any hint of anything else brewing inside. Nothing that was waiting to attack him. You really seemed set on dying without a fight.

You knew your place quite well.

He liked that.

“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”

Your own peaceful domain was torn to shreds as red covered the sky. A large Buddhist shrine grew out of the ground behind Sukuna. Skulls decorated it. It looked to be human skulls. The ground beneath you became dark water.

But your spider lilies stayed alive. The crescent moon still shining down on you.

Sukuna sat down on his throne, his leg resting against the arm. He stared down at you, his eyes roaming you from his new position over you.

The Sakura tree died, disappearing like a puff of smoke. You collapsed to the floor and coughed heavily, the toll of opening your domain already affecting your body.

“Are you from the Toh?” He suddenly asked.

You mutely nodded.

“Look at me when I speak to you.”

You glanced up, trying to ignore the growing pit of fear in your belly. He smirked, leaning forward. One of his hands resting on his knee. The other holding up his chin.

“I find you interesting. I’ll allow you to live, as my shrine keeper. Once I’m bored, I’ll kill you.”

“inmy…domain..?”

“If that’s what you desire.”

Despite the voices in your head tell you to not accept, you nodded. You knew at most, this curse would only let you live for a day or two before he kills you. At the very least, you’d get to enjoy Earth’s beauty in the fullest.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“You’re filthy.”

A basin of water poured over your head as you shivered outside, fully nude. Your arms tightened around your chest as you were soaked twice before a rag began to rub against your body.

It was Uraume. They weren’t impressed that Sukuna had chosen to keep you alive. You were weak, what did Sukuna gain from keeping you?

But Uraume didn’t question it. They knew their limitations.

“When was the last time you bathed?”

You winced, being roughly manhandled to face Uraume as they kneeled down, scrubbing between your legs.

“River…bathein..River.”

Uraume hummed. Their hand trailed upward, unabashedly scrubbing your pussy before moving to your ass. “What’s your technique? Or were you not blessed with one?”

“Shadows.”

“How does it work?”

You bit your lip, unable to stop the slight giggle when Uraume moved up to your ribcage. They stopped for a second, believing they had hurt you until you gave a slight smile. They huffed and continued on, making sure no part of your body was left untouched.

With the moonlight shining down on you, you glanced down at Uraume’s shadow. You reached out and gently poked the shadow’s cheek. Uraume stopped, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You couldn’t help but grin. You grabbed the shadow’s hair, twirling a strand. A strand of Uraume’s hair began to twirl as if a finger was doing it. But there was nothing holding it up.

“You can manipulate shadows?”

“Mhn…justtouch.” You slurred. “Can’t…domuch…wasn’t…taught.”

You stepped away, shyly smiling as you slowly disappeared into your own shadow. Uraume hummed, nodding themselves as they watched you come back up.

“Can’t…hidefor…long. Noise…canbe…heard.”

“Do you have no offense attack?”

You shook your head. “Touch…couldbe…offensive…buti…can’t… can’t handle…weapons..too…weak.”

“I don’t believe that. Every curse can be offensive. You simply wasn’t trained properly.” Uraume walked over, grabbing the basin filled with water. They brought over your head and dumped it, ignoring your slight shriek at the cold water.

“It won’t matter now. Sukuna more than likely won’t let you live longer than a day. It’s a shame.” They draped a small towel over your body. “Use this to dry off. I’ll retrieve your clothing.”

As you dried off, you thought about what they said.

Was that true?

Could you use your technique for offense?

It made sense. You were never taught to try as you had quickly mastered hiding first. And then the whole problem of your stunts of being a male, it’s no wonder you stuck to defense.

It was the only way you could protect yourself from such hatred.

It didn’t matter now though. You were going to die in a day, anyway.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

It’s been months.

It’s been months and you were still alive.

It was shocking. After the first day, you were so sure you were going to die. But Sukuna didn’t even pay attention to you. He walked right past you. He hardly talks to you at all.

You stuck to cleaning his shrine, most of the time.

Even Uraume seemed surprised you even made it to a week. But soon, they started to treat you… decently? They showed you how to cook certain meals and if they were up to it, taught you ways to use your curse technique in an offensive manner.

“Speak slowly.” Uraume said, sitting across from you in the small room. You and Uraume lived in a small minka, just a few feet away from Sukuna’s shrine. He seemed to have two shrines, one in his domain and the other here.

You sighed, nodding your head. Uraume would sometimes hold speaking lessons. They had gotten tired of having to listen to your almost incoherent way of speech.

“I…wield…theknife—”

“—The. Knife.”

“The…Knife…”

“Continue.”

“The…Knife…to…cut…meat.”

“Good enough. Go bathe.”

You nod, grabbing your Wakizashi and walking outside. Since the minka was small, the shower area was just outside the home. Your robes pooled around your feet as you filled in the basin, yawning to yourself.

“You’re still here?”

A chill rushes up your spine as you look back, gasping in shock. It was Sukuna. He stood only a few feet away from you, his eyes trailing down your nude body. You blush, using your hands to cover your crotch and chest from his gaze.

“whatdo…you..mean..? Why…wouldi..leave?”

Sukuna smirked. “You have no sense of free will. You had multiple attempts to run away. Uraume can’t sense you when you use your technique. Yet you’re still here.” He walks over to you, kneeling down to your level. You gulp, wondering if this is the moment of your demise.

His hand reaches out, coming into close contact with your face.

Your eyes clamp shut, leaning away.

But he doesn’t hurt you.

You feel a hand squeeze your right breast. You open one eye and look down. Sukuna’s hand squeezes your breast as he hummed in satisfaction.

“It’s soft.” He said.

“Mngh?!” You shriek, unable to really move in fear he’d tear you in two.

Two of his hands grasp both of your legs, spreading them open as you cry out. You were practically manhandled, spread open for his eyes to see. Your hands flung to his chest, embarrassment filling your chest as you tried to calm down your heavy breathing.

“If you wish to keep living, become useful to me.”

“Useful…?”

“I already have a cook. I need pleasure in other ways.”

A feather like touch teased your cunt. You gasped, looking down to see his one free hand slightly teasing your cunt. You’ve never touched yourself down there. It felt odd. You didn’t understand how this could give him any sort of pleasure.

Sukuna seemed to notice your confusion as he chuckled lightly, manhandling you to rest on your back, legs still held up high.

“I will simply train you to handle me.” Two fingers sinked into your tight heat. You felt your body thrash against his hold, believing he was somehow killing you. It felt strange. So strange to have something inside you.

Was this apart of his technique?

Would you explode if he curled his finger?!

Sukuna chuckled, enjoying your fearful expression. “Relax. Pleasure will soon consume you.” The fingers began to slowly move in and out, rubbing against your wet walls. You gasped, toes slightly curled as something weird began to burrow in your belly.

His thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to cry out. That seemed to be your weakness. For the next few minutes, he slowly teased your cunt open, occasionally rubbing your clit. Your body stopped thrashing but you couldn’t help but arch your back, biting your lip as screams threatened to live your throat.

“eeeeh…pee..pee..!” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes. Sukuna’s fingers didn’t stop, instead they continued. Even as you continued to cry that you were about to piss, Sukuna only laughed.

Your cunt clamped tightly around his fingers as you felt your body spasm. A moan left your throat as something washed over you. You felt…good?

What was this? Why did you feel so sleepy?

With what little strength you had left, you grabbed your Wakizashi and held it against his chest, glaring up at him. Sukuna released your legs and grabbed your hand, simply having to squeeze it to have you release the Wakizashi.

You felt too sluggish to actually put up a fight.

“You orgasm but still have the energy to use a weapon.” He laughed to himself. “You truly are interesting.”

He stood up and walked away, leaving you on the floor, legs spread open.

Just…. What the fuck was that?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Orgasm.

It was an orgasm.

And Sukuna had been giving it to you constantly.

He appeared more frequently at the minka. He grabbed you whenever he pleased, even if Uraume was in the area. Spreading your thighs as he fingered your heat. He would sometimes squeeze your breasts, always commenting that it was his favorite body part of yours.

You were even forbidden from wearing underwear.

Easy access, apparently.

Uraume didn’t seem to comment or care about this new development. They simply helped you bathe whenever you were too tired. You still had your occasional lesson on speech and offense but you weren’t making much progress.

But somehow, the crazy murder, Uraume was encouraging. Believing it was just difficult for you to let go of old habits, especially in speech. You still couldn’t believe that they were a ruthless killer by how nicely they treated you.

It had been close to a year now.

You still thought about your clan. The massacre that happened right in front of you. But you couldn’t mourn them. Not after how they treated you. Such cruelty.

Sukuna and Uraume treated you like a male.

How could monsters treat you so well but not your own family?

There were days Uraume and Sukuna were gone. Those days you knew they were killing some other clan. Killing any sorcerers that dared stumble onto their path. But you never ran away.

Despite the amount of times you could.

You just never did.

Your fingers traced against Sukuna’s shrine, making sure there was no dust collecting on it. This was one of the rare occasions you were in his domain. But there were other sorcerers here—they were on their knees, pleading for their life.

You didn’t look at them at all, not wanting to be reminded of their humanity. To be reminded that Sukuna was a ruthless killer. That you were lucky you could stand near him and not fear death.

“(Name).”

You glanced up, looking over to see Sukuna motion for you to come over. Your bare feet pattered against the dark water as you went over to him, standing up straight as you waited for whatever he could want.

“Sit.”

When you moved to kneel, Sukuna grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You cried out, feeling your body freeze at the sudden closeness. You’ve never been so close to him. Being able to feel his breathing. The slow swell of his chest.

He began speaking to the sorcerers again but you didn’t pay attention. Hypnotized by this new position. Your hand slowly rested against his chest, your head leaning on his shoulder. You looked so small against him.

You couldn’t help but sniff the air, wondering if he had a scent.

He didn’t.

You stayed on his lap for a moment, wondering if he had just wanted you to cuddle him but you felt something twitching against your crotch. It was thick. Being strained by his robes. You wondered if it was just his knee but it kept twitching.

It was strange. It pressed against your cunt, earning a whimper from you. You had gotten so sensitive down there, easily orgasming when Sukuna touched you.

There was a tug at your robes as it was pulled down, causing you to gasp. Your breasts plopped out but you quickly covered them. It was luck that you had your back facing the sorcerers. Though they seemed to have stopped talking—only their soft whimpering and cries heard.

Sukuna didn’t say a word as he pulled open his own robe, two cocks springing free. You stared at it in shock. You’d never seen anything like it. It’d been years since you saw male genitalia. Did all males have two? That seemed a bit much.

You were glad you didn’t have any. It looked to be a pain to have to walk with something so huge between your legs. They pressed against your pussy—teasing your entrance. You backed away a little, only to have Sukuna grip your waist with his two lower hands.

“I trained you for this.” He simply said before turning his attention back to the pitiful sorcerers.

Training?

That training was for this?

Is that even safe?

You felt nervous. That… thing was supposed to go inside you? It wouldn’t kill you? You slowly sat up, hesitantly hovering over his cocks. The thought of putting two in so quickly, you didn’t think you could handle it. So you settled for one at a time.

The bottom cock slowly nestled inside your cunt as you eased it inside. It wasn’t painful but you didn’t like the feeling. It was odd, different than Sukuna’s fingers. His hands squeezed your waist once you finally bottomed out.

You glanced up, seeing his eyebrow raised. It was easy to tell that he was amused you could only fit one. You pouted, burying your face in his chest. He couldn’t blame you. You didn’t even know cocks could go inside a person! How could you fit two in the first try.

His second cock rested against your tummy. It looked a bit dejected. You kinda felt bad.

Sukuna and the sorcerers continued their conversation. You couldn’t pay it much attention. Your pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Your fingers clutched at his robe as you took deep breaths, beginning to feel weird with the thick cock spreading you full.

The sound of someone screaming caught your attention, but when you made the effort to turn around, Sukuna kept you still. He pushed you to rest against his chest, face smushed against his shoulder.

Someone was killed.

It was silent for a few more minutes before the remaining sorcerers began to speak about festivals they would hold in Sukuna’s honor. Sukuna’s cock twitched inside you. Huh, he must find that arousing.

Your eyes fluttered, sleep almost taking you over until Sukuna’s hands tightened around your waist. You felt your body be lift up until he slammed you back down. Your back arched as you screamed out.

The pain of the sudden movement somehow made you feel good. He bounced you on his cock as if you were nothing but a plaything. His grunts filling the domain. You were so happy he couldn’t see the sorcerers eyes on you, watching as you were used by the King of Curses for his own personal pleasure.

The thought of anyone in your clan knowing too brought fear inside your heart.

Any sort of pleasure you were feeling left. Your eyes fluttered closed as you just allowed Sukuna to take whatever he pleased. The reality of your situation had hit. You were nothing.

A toy for Sukuna.

Pitiful.

You were fucking pitiful.

Something warm erupted inside your heat, coating your walls. You let out a shuddered gasp, unable to ignore the small amount of pleasure that brought you. There was something white coating your tummy from his second cock.

Was this sperm?

It didn’t matter.

You couldn’t live like this anymore.

You proved your father right.

You were only good for one thing.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Wakizashi.

The Wakizashi was smaller than a katana, bigger than a dagger. A weapon civilians could carry around safely.

A weapon many used in suicide.

It was midnight. The moon shining down at you. You stood deep in the forest, bare feet touching the soft grass. You always loved the beauty of nature. The one thing that couldn’t be tainted.

You wore the female kimono you were forced to wear in the Toh. Despite the trauma, you still held the kimono close to you. It was made by your mother.

Your Wakizashi was held tightly in your hand. Its sharp blade glistening in the pale moonlight. You slowly widen your stance, arms gently moving into position as you whispered those faithful words.

“Domain Expansion: Midnight Paradise.”

The paradise soon engulfed you. The familiar spider lilies blooming around you. Sakura petals fluttering from the makeshift sky. It was peaceful.

The ground, however, was dark water.

You’d never done that before. Sukuna must’ve rubbed off on you. A bitter laugh left you. You really allowed a curse to take you—allowing it to plant itself into your heart.

The Wakizashi felt heavy in your grip. Even as you placed the blade against your neck, your hand shook. It rattled in your hand as tears streamed down your face. You didn’t even know why you were hesitating. Sukuna didn’t like you.

He used you for pleasure—he said it himself.

You were simply doing him a favor.

Your grip tightened as you sighed. It would be okay. This is what you always wanted.

Maybe, you’ll be born to a happy family.

The blade cut clean through your throat, blood oozing out. You dropped the Wakizashi as you collapsed. Your eyes fluttered closed as you accepted your death.

Only for you to realize you weren’t bleeding anymore.

You reached up and touched your throat, feeling a scaring instead of the open wound. It… healed?!

“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”

“You humans are amusing.” The calming paradise bursts—Sukuna’s shrine appearing in front of you. The spider lilies stayed, curling around you as if it was comforting you. “You seem to have forgotten you belong to me.”

Sukuna appeared on the throne, staring you down with a glare. “I choose when you die. I will grant you the freedom of death. Now, come here.”

You slowly sat up, staring at him in shock. You had so many questions. How? Why? What did he do to make you live?

“Come here. Now.” He said, his tone stern. You stood up on shaky legs, slowly walking over to him. His body seemed larger than before. His eyes narrowing at every movement you took.

Sukuna grabbed your kimono as soon as you were close enough and tore it open. It ripped to shreds, falling to your feet in minutes. You held back your tears, keeping your eyes on the ground.

“(Name), you will look me in the eye when I speak to you.”

You glanced up, feeling your body hiccup as your tears began to flow. Sukuna simply stared at you, his eyes roaming your nude body. He stood up and gripped your face, moving your face upwards.

You expected anger. His cruelty to show for your actions. But his thumb gently traced the scaring across your face. It was from the whipping back then. It was jaggeder, covering your left eye to your right cheek. It was pure luck that you could even see from that eye.

“This body,” his hands trail down to your throat, tracing your new scar across your throat, “isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. If you wish to die so badly it’ll be my hands.”

His grip tightened, causing you to gasp, your hands clutching at his arm. He stared you down, eyes showing no sign of any heart. But he didn’t strangle you. He moved down, grasping your right breast.

“Humans are insignificant. You should be grateful that I keep you alive. Your only purpose is to please me.” He pushed you into the ground as you gasped out, staring up at him as he kneeled down, tearing off his own robes.

You parted your legs, not even attempting to fight back. But you didn’t want to fight back. You wanted him.

Sukuna smirked. “Some man you are. Whoring yourself so easily.”

“itsokay…becauseits…Sukuna…” You whispered, giving him a soft smile through your tears. Sukuna froze for a moment, staring down at you as he grunted in anger. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you close, rubbing his cocks against your pussy.

“You know your place now?”

“Mmmmh. Sukuna’s…”

Sukuna chuckled, his lips slightly tugging into a smile. It was odd. You felt safe in his presence. The dark thoughts swirling in your brain felt like nonsense when you were near him. But you didn’t know why.

It felt counterintuitive to feel safe in the arms of a man that committed a massacre.

His degradation felt like care. He used a technique to save you.

He must care about you.

Even if the way he showed it was cruel.

Perhaps you weren’t mentally sane.

More than likely.

You reached over, grasping two of Sukuna’s hands and bringing it to your breasts. He easily squeezed them both, pulling at your nipples. A shuddered breath left your lips as you whimpered.

“You must be punished—for damaging my possession.” You feel his cocks teasing your pussy. There was no getting out of it. You’ll be taking both at the same time.

Slowly, inch by inch, his two cocks sinked into your pussy. It was painful—nothing you could have ever imagine. Your breathing shuddered, hands gripping at his shoulder for some form of relief.

How could anyone like this?

Two of his hands gripped your breasts while the other two held your waist down, keeping you still. You wanted to thrash around, pull away due to the pain but he was too strong. But even though it was so painful, your cunt clenched around his cocks.

Your hands moved downwards, tracing his abs as you giggled to yourself. Being so close to him, you could finally take a good look at him.

The black markings all over his body. The second face. His four large arms.

He looked better in the moonlight.

Your hand moved away from his chest, reaching over to grab your Wakizashi. With a swiftness, one of Sukuna’s hands grabbed your wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Wakizashi.”

You managed to pull your wrist away and grab the Wakizashi. You used your other hand to grab one of his and place it over the other gripping the Wakizashi. Sukuna’s eyes stayed on you, his eyebrows raising as he watched you with curiosity.

“Myheart…and….Wakizashi…belongto…Sukuna…Ryomen.”

A childish grin spread on your lips as you leaned up and gently kissed Sukuna’s hand that gripped yours. You looked up, unsure if Sukuna understood you. He seemed to have trouble understanding your form of speech.

But the look he gave you was scary. It was as if he was angry but also… lustful?

He released his grip on your hand and reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen, your hand releasing the Wakizashi. It clattered onto the floor before being pushed away by Sukuna.

You didn’t know curses could kiss.

You never thought a curse would be your first kiss.

But you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He manhandled you to lay back down your back as two hands lifted your legs. You almost forgot all about his cocks inside of you.

His hips moved back before slamming forward, causing your body to jostle from the force. You screamed out, nails beginning to claw at his back as he took you.

The sounds of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain. Sukuna’s cocks stretched you full, reaching so deep inside you worried he’d spilt you open. You glanced down, seeing the soft tell sign of something bulging against your stomach.

From the inside…

Was that his cock?

Curses were insane.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm, your cunt clamping tightly around his cocks. But he didn’t let up, using you like a sex toy. Though it didn’t bother you this time—you liked it.

Sukuna’s hips slammed into you as the warm sperm began to coat your inner walls. That was fast.

You glanced up at Sukuna to see him looking away, as if he was also shocked he came that fast. A cocky grin appeared on your lips as you giggled, pressing kisses on Sukuna’s cheek.

“Wasi…thatgood?” You asked, looking up at him with eyes that resembled a puppy. Sukuna didn’t answer, simply pulling away from you despite your whines.

“I’m hungry. Go tell Uraume to cook me a meal.” Sukuna bluntly said, standing up as he slipped back into his robes. You simply wrapped an arm around your chest and clamped your legs closed for decency.

You reached over to grab your Wakizashi when it was quickly taken from you. Your eyes nervously turned over to Sukuna, watching as he lazily flipped the weapon before hiding it in his robe.

“Uhm….my…”

He smirked, “did you not say that it belongs to me now?”

You frowned. Well now you regretted that.

“You’ll earn it once you learn your place. Now go.” His eyes trailed down to the new scar on your throat. You could never tell what Sukuna was feeling but you could’ve sworn he seemed… upset at the sight. But his face quickly became neutral as he walked back to his shrine, sitting down and getting comfortable.

Your fingers gently traced the scaring on your throat. You’ve never seen the technique Sukuna used. It wasn’t something anyone taught you. But it must’ve been a strong one.

And he used it to save you.

Was that….

Love? ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You haven’t gotten your Wakizashi back.

Sukuna would occasionally taunt you with it, threatening to snap it in half. But he never did. He seemed to enjoy your panicked responses.

He kept it close though. It was always tucked inside his robe. You wondered if he ever used it when he went on his sorcerer killing sprees. Not that he’d ever need to. He could kill towns in minutes.

But it felt nice to have him hold it.

Your speech was still terrible. Uraume was the only person who could understand you, especially when you spoke longer sentences.

“Andi…sawthe…bunnyrush…awaytothe…burrow..! Butigrabbed…thecarrots…itstole!”

“You should’ve killed the bunny.” Uraume responded, handing you a bowl of miso soup. They gave Sukuna a plate that looked to be human meat. You had gotten used to ignoring the smell.

Sukuna stared at you from across the table. “The bunny ran where?”

“Theburrow.”

“Uraume, I thought you were teaching him to speak clearly,” Sukuna said. Uraume shrugged as they sat down beside you.

“Teaching takes time. (Name) is twenty two, it’s harder to change habits by this age.”

It practically became a habit for you to constantly repeat yourself when speaking to Sukuna. Other times he’d tell you to stop speaking. He was still rude and a bit cruel.

But he certainly changed. Judging by the fact he’d occasionally kiss you. Though it wasn’t soft and romantic kisses. Most kisses would leave you breathless with bruised lips.

He still took you whenever he pleased. Having you ride him in front of people. That was still embarrassing. But you learned to live with it.

You were sitting outside, the moon shining down at you as you slowly weaved a bracelet with flower stems. There were three others scattered beside you, dawned with small chrysanthemums decorating them.

The thin robe you wore hardly covered you properly causing you to shiver at a particular rush of cool breeze. You grinned, holding the finished bracelet in triumph. They were larger than your wrists, having been made as large as possible.

As you grabbed the other three, two hands grasped your breasts, harshly squeezing them. You gasped, almost dropping the bracelets as you looked back to see Sukuna. He used his other two hands to lift you up, just as his domain opened around you both.

He sat at his shrine, settling you onto his lap. His hands pulled your robe off as you clutched the bracelets tightly, making sure to not accidentally drop them.

One of his hands trailed between your legs, easily teasing your pussy. You shivered, resting your head on his chest as he slowly teased you open. His large fingers slipped inside your cunt, stretching you out.

“Sukuna…” You mewled. “Gotyoupresent…”

You felt the loud reverberation of his grunt through his chest. It was somehow comforting that he had such human bodily autonomy. Your hands slowly opened, holding them up for him to see. Four brackets with red and white chrysanthemums in the center of the flower stems.

Sukuna grabbed one of them, examining it as his finger continued to stretch you open. He chuckled slightly, placing it back into your palms.

“I don’t need gifts from you.” He said, earning a frown from you. Your lips parted as you tried to argue back only for him to lean down and nip at your lips, kissing you with as much softness as he could possibly muster.

“I already own you.”

Your breathing hitched, staring up at him in shock. You eagerly kissed him back—moaning as he began to feverishly finger you open.

“Takeme…please.” You whispered, placing the brackets onto the ground as you moved to properly straddle him. Your hand pulled his robe open, allowing his cock to freely press against your thigh.

You shyly grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Useme…Sukuna Ryomen.”

Sukuna smirked, two of his hands instantly gripping your hips. “You don’t get to complain later.” He said before slamming you down onto his cock. You screamed out, the painful stretch bringing you a pleasure that you had learned to love.

He bounced you up and down on his cock with reckless abandon. Your sweet, high pitched cries being music to his ears. The sight of you was intoxicating. Your breasts bouncing in tandem with his thrusts—your cunt clenching around his cocks like a vice.

And to think… he was going to kill you that day.

He would’ve missed out on such great pussy.

Whatever he felt for you, he wasn’t sure. But what he did know was that he loved fucking you.

His hand reached down, kneading your ass. He leaned over and began to suckle on one of your nipples, earning a whine from you. You would always end up cumming more than twice, the least.

His name left your lips like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulder as you wailed out.

You reached your first orgasm in minutes. He could always tell whenever you did. Your nose would scrunch up, lips curling into a frown, as your body began to stiffen. Your cunt would always tighten as well, practically begging him to fuck his cum into you.

The effect you had on him was different. He could last longer with random woman he found but with you… He always found himself releasing faster.

He bit down on your nipple, causing you to shriek at the pain. Despite the cries and whimpers you gave whenever he would intentionally hurt you. Twist a nipple too hard. Spank your ass a bit too red. You would always come back for more.

Fuck… just what have you done to him?

He pulled away from your breasts and pulled you closer, claiming your lips with anger. You helplessly kissed back—unable to really take any sort of control in the kiss.

You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, hiccuping as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He continued to bounce you on his cocks, getting you closer to your second orgasm.

It was unreal. To be so connected to a curse. The King of Curses no less.

You felt the quick swelling of his cocks, indicating he was about to cum. Your cunt tightened as much as it could, earning an animalistic grunt. He began to use you with no regard whatsoever to the bruising his grip left on your body.

He slammed into you just as his cocks began to cum deep inside you. You pulled him close to give him a kiss, reaching your own orgasm.

You didn’t know if what you felt for Sukuna was love. But you certainly didn’t want to live without him.

It’s a shame this would be the last day you saw him.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

It was interesting to see Japan grow so much.

You didn't know that you would’ve been alive for so long. To not age at all. It was a blessing and a curse. You certainly stopped getting to know people, tired of seeing them grow old in age or even die by unfortunate events.

You would occasionally see how the sorcerers were doing. But you never got close—knowing you were technically a betrayer. Uraume was still with you though they would occasionally disappear to meet a man named Kenjaku.

Other curses still disgusted you so you never made any effort to speak to them like Uraume did. They kept speaking as if they could bring back Sukuna but you didn’t really believe it.

No, it was more so you didn’t think it would be a great idea. You’d lived longer than you’d been with Sukuna at this point. And while you still love him, you knew deep down humans were doomed if he were to come back.

The soft breeze gently flew past as you sat in the woods. Moonlight shining down on you as you moved to lay down.

Something felt off, but you had pushed the feeling away. Being able to live for so long should’ve been a blessing though you would occasionally wish to die.

But you never got your Wakizashi back. You assumed Sukuna died with it.

You didn’t know if that made you feel better or not.

People were nice. Many calling you a man. It was like a dream come true.

It was like two sides fought inside of you.

The need to protect human lives.

The want to kiss and hug Sukuna.

Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with someone normal?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“You shouldn’t come to Shibuya tonight.”

The soft hums of the television almost entirely drowned out Uraume’s voice. You looked over at them, watching as they grabbed something from the closet. Shibuya?

“I haven’t been to Shibuya in a while.” You said, glancing back at the tv. Your style of speech was more coherent after centuries of practice. Though you would sometimes revert back when emotional.

“Why? Is something going to happen in Shibuya?”

Uraume simply hummed. “Could your body handle Sukuna today?”

You got up from the couch and walked over to Uraume. “Hm? Handle him?” Your hands rested against the countertop of the kitchen as you thought for a moment. “No. I haven’t had sex in centuries. I’m a virgin again.”

You giggled at your own joke while Uraume rolled their eyes.

They turned over to you, their eyes trailing over your body. “Your chest is bigger.”

You glanced down at your chest before glaring at them. “I just gained weight.”

“That’s a good thing.” They patted you on the back. “Bigger is better. I’ll be back.”

You mutely waved as Uraume left, humming to yourself. Bigger is better? You were pretty sure you had seen porn ads with that as a slogan. But there was a weird feeling your tummy. Why did Uraume suddenly ask you about Sukuna?

It been forever. Did they….

No. You pushed the thought away. You’d become a stuttering mess if Sukuna appeared in front of you.

But you were sure you’d kill him.

Just for leaving you.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“You’re okay keeping your face like that?”

“For now. If I’m going to be fighting amongst sorcerers, it’s better to maintain this kind of appearance.”

…..

“Where is he?”

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Uraume hasn’t been back for a while now. You didn’t get too worried, they had a habit of doing so. It mainly worried you that things seemed off. A massacre happened in Shibuya.

It felt too similar to his work.

You shrugged it off, knowing just how difficult to was to reincarnate Sukuna.

But what if…

You groaned in frustration. You needed to go visit the forest. Your favorite forest was all over the place. You would always change it whenever you felt tired of another. This forest was beautiful with a large crystal blue lake.

Small baby ducks floated about while its mother watched. You sat down right next to the lake, putting your feet in it for some cool water against your skin.

The pale moonlight shunned down on you, always being a comforting blanket. It would always calm you down. Your legs slowly treaded through the water, sending small waves to the ducks.

A giggle escaped your lips as you watched the baby ducks scatter at the sudden movement.

You leaned over and stared at your reflection, gently poking it with your index finger. Soft ripples carried across the lake.

Your mind began to blank as you yawned. The ease of distractions began to push away any worry you had before. Until you felt… something was off.

The forest was silent. No more soft rustle of the wind. Crickets. Birds. Even the ducks on the water were long gone. Something was wrong.

You slipped out of the water, glancing around. You slowly stood up and tried to ignore your own wishes for your Wakizashi. You’d get through without it.

But nothing happened. It was still—nothing came out and attacked you. You shook your head, scratching at your scalp as you turned back to face the lake.

“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”

Those words.

That voice.

The familiar black water pooled your bare feet. The same shrine covered in human skulls. The memories of cleaning it. Sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he taunted helpless sorcerers.

Spider lilies began to bloom around you, forming a circle. The moon was still shining down on you. You didn’t want to turn around. In fear of just how you’d react to seeing him.

Would he look the same? Did he still like you?

Did he ever like you?

You felt young again. The young and naive (Name) rushing back in. Who couldn’t speak properly. Who couldn’t fight to save his life.

Two hands suddenly appeared from behind you and spun you around.

He was still taller than you. His markings still all over his body. But his hair was black this time. He didn’t have two arms either. You almost didn’t believe it was him until a smirk spread on his lips.

Yeah… that’s your Sukuna.

Your body felt stiff as you slowly stepped forward before leaping into his arms. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you began to wail. Your hands gripped at his body—making sure this wasn’t a dream.

He was real. He was real.

“You’ve missed me, huh?” He teased, his hand trailing downwards to grip your hips. His thumbs sinked into your skin as if he was now checking if you were real too.

“Mhm….missedsukuna…solonely…” You whined, cursing when you noticed you couldn’t speak properly anymore. Now that was just embarrassing.

You continued hugging him, leaning in as close as humanly possible. Your hands gripping at his shoulders while you buried your face in his neck.

You really did betray your clan, cuddling with the murderer.

A sudden squeeze at your breasts caught your attention. You pulled away a bit to see Sukuna squeezing both of your breasts together. He smirked, his thumbs rubbing against your nipples through the shirt.

“They’re bigger.”

You glared at him. “Stopit. Youcanttouch…meuntil…iget…Wakizashi!” Sukuna rolled his eyes but complied, pulling away as he reached into his robes. Slowly, he pulled out your Wakizashi. Its gold sheath somehow still shining proudly.

Your hands practically snatched it away from him as you held it in the air, letting the moonlight shine down on it.

As beautiful as you remembered.

It looked recently cleaned. You glanced back at Sukuna, biting your lip. He kept it safe. He kept your Wakizashi safe.

Which meant…

He kept your heart safe.

“Do I get a reward for keeping that pathetic excuse of a weapon safe?” Sukuna asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his words, you knew he took its protection seriously.

You mutely nodded. “Didn’t….sleepwith…anyone. Not since…youwere…gone.” You slowly placed the weapon on the floor as you stepped over to Sukuna.

“Kept myself just for you.” You managed to say before looking down in embarrassment. “Istill…belong…to…sukunaryomen.”

A grip on your chin caused you to flinch as he forced you to look up at him. Sukuna stared down at you, his eyes roaming your face. The same whip scaring on your face almost gone in its entirety. The scar on your neck completely faded.

“I see I have to remind you of the rules.” He said, forcefully tutting your head around as he continued to look at you. “Let’s sey that cunt of yours can handle me.”

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You missed this. His fingers thrusting into your pussy as he stretched you. Roughly kneading your breast with his free hand. It was weird being only touched by two hands—you couldn’t wait until he got his normal body.

Your back arched, soft mewls leaving your lips. You were fully nude, sat atop of Sukuna’s lap as he sat on his throne. Your cunt was tight. You really haven’t touched yourself ever since Sukuna left.

“Were you waiting for me?” Sukuna suddenly asked, his thumb teasing your clit as you whimpered. “Waiting to be used as my whore again?”

“Nghhh…”

“I was waiting to fuck this pussy again.” He slowly spread your pussy open. “Squeezing your tits. All I had was that fucking Wakizashi of yours.” He muttered bitterly, slamming his fingers deep into your cunt. You cried out, your hips moving upward as you tried to catch your breath.

He didn’t care that it had been centuries since you had sex. He seemed to enjoy that you were so loyal to him that you practiced celibacy.

“You’re lucky I need to feel your pussy around my cock—you deserve a punishment for not fulfilling your duties.” He pulled open his robe, his cock springing out. Your shuddered, feeling it rub against your pussy.

“What…duties…?” You whispered.

Sukuna harshly squeezed your breast, pulling at the nipple. You cried out in pain—your body squirming in his grip as his cock began teasing your pussy.

“You must’ve forgotten your place.” He whispered into your ear. “No matter, I’ll remind you of it.”

His cock slammed into your pussy, ignoring your scream of pain. He was harsh and unforgiving. Your body spasmed as it tried to get used to the harsh thrusting. It’d been so long, you already felt yourself feel close to an orgasm.

Sukuna’s hands gripped your thighs, pulling them upward as he thrusted into your tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain.

Despite the pain, you couldn’t help the slight smile on your lips. You missed being used like a toy for his pleasure. A groan left you as your pussy clenched around his cock. Even as you orgasmed, Sukuna didn’t let you, using you to reach his own.

You felt his cock suddenly pulsate in you as warm cum filled your insides. A shuddered moan left your lips. You almost forgot just how warm sperm could be.

But you began to feel yourself being moved up and down. His hands moved to grip your waist, easily bouncing you on his cock. The overstimulation instantly caused you discomfort but your whines fell on deaf ears.

“I’ve been without your cunt for centuries.” He said, grunting as you clenched around his cock. Your hands gripped at his thighs. You couldn’t hold back your moans, they were on the verge of screams. It was so much for what was essentially your first time.

Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, smashing his lips into yours. You eagerly kissed back. The kiss reminded you of all the past ones. The bites on your lips. The feeling as if he was stealing your breath away.

As you pulled away, he gave you a lustful smirk.

“I intend to make up for lost time.”

You weren’t going to be able to walk for years.

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wowowo….my first fic at 10k words…. Jesus! I hope I did Sukuna justice <3

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[gretavanlace]

Hush

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only Minors do not interact

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dirty talk, choking, light degradation, praise, slight dom/sub/switch dynamic, language, etc

Josh is vocal.

That is certainly no secret.

Anyone who has watched him strut about a stage, microphone in hand, knows that.

Off stage, he talks incessantly about both the things that matter to him, and the mundane. Things he is passionate about. Things that light fires within him and drive him to create and pack this world as full of his heart as he possibly can. Arbitrary ideas and notions. Strange ponderings.

Pontification, he likes to call it.

He’s also vocally boisterous when agitated. He loathes waiting, and will mutter complaints near your ear in line until you’re willing your eyes not to roll. A phone call to vent about the antics of one brother or another from the studio is a regular occurrence and can be counted on just like death and taxes.

“Samuel was even later than I was,” he might huff, “and now Jake’s guitar needs to be restrung because fuck this whole world if he has to use a backup. I hate them, and I want to come home to you, light of my life, keeper of the stars, goddess of all that is— oh, we’re ready…gotta go.”

Josh murmurs in his sleep, sings in the shower, talks himself through menial tasks, hums in the grocery store, carries on one-sided conversations with the cat who simply chirps along while swirling around his ankles.

At least twice a night he snatches you from drifting off to sleep with a question: Do you think I should call my mom more? If I miss her, she must miss me. Or, Did I ever tell you about that time that Jake ate shit and fell in the lake? I was thinking about it today, and…

Random thoughts and idle musings he can’t help but verbalize, you hear them all. Mostly. The ones you aren’t privy to, fall upon the nearest ear - but he’s so fucking charming even a stranger is happy to play sounding board.

Josh is also expressive when you’re wrapped up in soft, linen sheets…or wherever else he’s decided he can no longer wait to have you.

Whispers of devotion swelling like a gentle breeze across the hum of your pulse when he makes love to you. Filthy, dirty, blush-inducing declarations when he’s fucking into your trembling body like he’ll never touch it again.

And you love it…all of it. But now - with your visiting sister slumbering in the guest room on the other side of the wall - is certainly not the time.

“Baby, please…” his mouth is sucking gently along your collarbone as he grinds into you slowly, friction hard and constant against your greedy, swollen clit, “let me fuck you faster…c’mon, I need it.”

”What you need, is to be quiet,” your voice is a stern whisper, but your hands are tender in his hair.

He could easily set a pace as brutal as he desired if he felt inclined to disobey…but, ever the sweetest switch, he has opted to play nice tonight.

”I’ll be quiet,” he promises. It is a lie he truly believes, and to prove that point, you clench around him and draw forth a pitiful groan from deep within his chest.

A swift pinch at his side serves as punishment ”Shut. Up.”

”Fuck you,” he sounds deliciously desperate, “You did that on purpose. Squeezing me with that beautiful pussy…goddamn.”

”What’s going to happen if I let you make me cum? Hmm?” Your mouth falls into a delicate pout as if you just feel so sorry for him, “You know how tight I get. How I just hug your cock all snug and wet…”

”And warm,” he adds, lost in it, daydreaming in the dark of night and twitching inside the embrace of your cunt, “Soft as satin, sucking me right in…oh my god, baby, please.”

He begins moving with more purpose, dragging the head of his cock against that lovely little spot that will render you incoherent if you allow it to.

”Oh my god, please,” you mock quietly, “Look at you Joshua, what a whiny baby. What are you begging for? Pussy? Is that what you need?”

He nods frantically against your sternum, as though he doesn’t trust himself to look up at you.

You feign confusion wickedly “But you’ve got that. You’re already inside me…”

“Faster,” he breathes, biting and mouthing at your shoulder now, “Need it faster, and harder. It’s too slow, I need more.”

Clicking your tongue like he is a poor, pathetic sight to behold, you shake your head, “Slow down.”

”No, please don’t make me,” he slows, as instructed, but trails off with a whimper.

So, maybe there’s no ‘like’ about it, maybe he really is a poor, pathetic sight to behold. Yes, you decide, that’s exactly what he is…

…so why not push him even further?

With a swift tug on the roots of his curls, you issue an order ”Stay still.”

Despondent and mournful, he groans into the crook of your neck and grabs at your hips so tightly you’ll be admiring raspberry bruises in the mirror come morning. “C’mon, baby girl…lemme take it. I fucking want it.”

If he were looking at you, he’d see the devilish gleam in your eye. Aren��t you an awful witch tonight? “What? Don’t you like it when I keep your pretty cock warm for you?”

He flexes hard inside of you, simply to gain even a hint of friction. “You’re being so fucking mean.”

”Mean?” You coil around the throbbing length of him and he shudders out the tiniest sound, “If I was mean, I’d lock your pretty cock in a cage and fuck your face all night.”

For a moment, he shirks his submissive edge and hisses in your ear, low and slow, “Liar. Not with little sister in the next room…you couldn’t keep quiet with my face between your legs if someone fucking paid you to.”

In response, you shove him back and roll until your thighs are locked around his waist, the crown of his cock nestled against your clit as your hips swivel heated circles.

”Does that feel good, baby?” You’re taunting him cruelly while, in contrast, lovingly reaching up to smooth the furrow from his brow. “Does that just feel so good?”

”Wanna put it back inside,” his eyes squint shut and anyone who didn’t know better might think his expression is that of suffering. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, so…”

”Shh,” you quiet him with a hand wrapped around his throat, relishing the way his adam’s apple slides against your palm when he swallows hard, “shut your mouth for once.”

He’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and needy, like you painted the stars in the sky, gorgeous and glittering, just for him…and how you wish that were true. How you wish you could give him something so profound. Something worthy of his light.

”I won’t make a sound,” his vow sounds out, a cross between the honesty he wishes it to be rooted in, and the lie he knows it to be. “C’mon baby, please…fuck me sweet.”

Does he really want it sweet? Or is he simply aware that that’s all he is capable of quietly handling?

Likely the latter.

Your fingers have found your nipples, twisting and tugging on them as they tighten into pink pebbles that send shivers crawling down into your stomach with every pull. His eyes lock in on you, watching you tease them as his breathing kicks up into a frenzy.

“You’re pushing it,” he warns, grip pulling you down closer as he rocks his hips up to meet you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna fucking take it. Be a good girl now, baby…I’m done with your shit.”

”Yeah?” Your eyebrow raises in silent challenge. Does he have it in him tonight?

“Yeah.” He nods, licking his thumb to swirl much too gently across your clit.

”I think you should just behave and be grateful for what you’re—“

Stunned and dazed, the room blurs around you as you’re flipped and tossed until your cheek is pressed against the cool, crisp sheets. They smell of him, and you breathe Josh in until your lungs ache while his cock teases at your entrance from behind.

His body folds over yours until his lips sweep the shell of your ear, “You’ve done it now, baby girl. Better be quiet, yeah? Not a sound.”

With a swift snap of his hips, the silken glide of his cock fills you full as his palm presses against your lips to muffle the high-pitched moan that gasps out of you.

”Now who’s the whiny baby?” his perfect teeth sink into your earlobe and tug until it blooms with heat. The moan that seeps into his soft skin causes his lips to curl into a smirk you can feel. “This is what you wanted, you think I don’t know that?”

He has begun moving at an excruciatingly slow place, the head of his cock dragging gently inside you just right…but you need more.

”You think I didn’t know that you wanted me to just fucking take it all along?”

You nod urgently, tangling your hair against the pillowcase. Of course he knew, he knows you better than you know yourself. There are no secrets to be hidden away when it comes to Joshua. He hunts each and every one down like glittering treasure with ease…your body his map, the pools of your eyes ciphers he decodes without even trying.

His tongue is dancing its way along your jaw now, springing chills to life upon your flushed skin ”Tell me how good my cock feels and I’ll fuck you full.”

Another woeful sound shakes out of you and a rumbling, gravelly laugh huffs warm against your cheek, “My poor, sweet baby can dish it just fine tonight, but she can’t take it? Is that it?”

With a shhh that makes you feel weighed down heavy with lust, he lifts his palm away from your mouth. “I can take it,” you promise in a hush, “Please…I can take it, I swear.”

He is so still inside you, but the familiar stretch is enough to send a tremble tripping up your spine, spider-cracking like a jolt of electric pleasure. “But can you take it quietly? Can you be a real good girl or should I gag you like a whore?”

”I’ll be a good girl,” you breathe, relishing the sound that slips out of him, a cross between famished desire and worshipful devotion.

“Yeah?” He’s enjoying this little game too much to wave goodbye to it just yet, “You’ll be a good girl if I give you this cock?” He presses in so deeply there’s nothing left for him to give, “You’ll take it quietly and squeeze it nice and tight? Soak it with your little wet cunt when I make you cum?”

He can feel you clenching already, twisting around him like a fist, milking him, pulling him in, starved for more.

”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant softly, begging for him to get on with it, “Just fuck me, Josh…please,”

There’s that sinful mouth of his again, ghosting over your ear, “Just fuck me Josh,” he mocks in a velvet whisper, “Please.”

A sob escapes you and turns the apples of your cheeks pink…he echoes the sound back to you and fans the flames of your delectable shame.

”Quiet now, baby…” he reminds you, tone taunting and laced with self-satisfaction, “You just bite down on the pillow if it gets to be too much, and I’ll bite down on you.”

You tighten around him at the mere thought of it and tug an achingly gorgeous grunt from deep within his chest, “You like that? You want me to bite you to keep quiet? Mark you up all pretty?”

”Fuck…” you reach back and grab for him, fingers sinking into the curve of his waist, begging for it with your entire body.

You can’t seem to manage much more, but it’s enough for him, and with a swift pull back, he snaps his hips hard and fast and sets a relentlessly feral pace in motion.

The head of his cock, thick and suede-soft, kisses your cervix with each inward push, driving a wild sound out of you that you smother into the pillow, tongue dragging against the worn cotton as though it were his mouth.

His teeth are peppering your back and shoulders, gnashing his own moans way down deep into your flesh where you will secret them away forever. He gifts each sound to you on a gorgeous, stinging platter and you only want more, more, more. It is never enough with him…you are gluttonous for whatever he sees fit to offer.

”You feel so fucking good, baby,” it comes undulating across your cheekbone like a warm, languorous breeze, “So fucking wet, I can feel you all over me. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He grows impossibly hard within you and that, along with the filth he is sighing into the night and the drags of his teeth, sends you careening over the edge you had no idea you were so close to. You explode around him, and his weight grows heavier atop you as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“That’s it,” his praise is clipped and winded, “just - fuck - just like that. Keep going, so tight, messy pretty fucking pussy, make me cum, baby, please…make me fucking cum.”

He’s babbling like a brook you want to lie beside and listen to for the rest of your life. So beautiful. So Josh. But so quietly, and you know how difficult it must be for him, how hard he must be trying, and you love him all the more for it.

With a final, vicious bite, he coaxes a hiss out of you that makes him see stars as he lets go, fucking himself deeper and deeper as he rides it out, moans pressed into your glazed, shivering body like flowers in between the pages of a book.

And still, you only want more. You want his jaw to lock, his teeth to break the skin, to draw blood, to scar you…soft pink, raised marks tattooed by his kiss to remind you.

A long sigh flutters your hair, and your eyes drift closed at the soothing lilt of the sound as his fingers begin to card through your hair.

”You thirsty, baby?” His nose nuzzles at you, drawing forth a lazy smile that is half smashed into the pillow.

“Yes, but stay a little longer.”

He cuddles down into you, cheek to cheek, the weight of his body keeping you warm and safe in the silence.

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[coryosmin]

Peace keeper! Coryo who uses You as a stress reliever 😵‍💫 just his pretty little toy

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader x pk coryo

coryo’s been so stressed lately. extremely stressed. with everything happening with sejanus possibly conspiring with the locals, worrying about his situationship with lucy gray, coryo hadn’t any time to release that stress with his favorite toy, you. he had met you the first weekend in district 12. you were just so pretty and seemingly innocent, coryo just had to have you.

and so he did. that night. in the alleyway. ever since then, you always allowed coryo to use you for his own pleasure with no complaints. and that’s what he liked most about you. he didn’t know much about you. and you didn’t know much about him. and it was absolutely perfect.

truthfully, it’s been two weeks since he’s seen you. he just hadn’t had any time at all. he was so pent up it was ridiculous. it got so bad that he had to resort to jerking off in the communal showers early in the mornings. how disgraceful.

so when coryo had finished his peacekeeper duties for the week and had the weekend off, he went to the hob on one specific mission. it didn’t matter if lucy gray was performing tonight. he needed you and only you.

so when he spotted you, dancing to one of lucy gray’s songs with a friend of yours, coryo approached you with a smirk on his lips. and you looked up at him, grinning as you saw him. which lead to coryo dragging you away from your friend and to a back room in the hob. thank god you were wearing a dress.

so there you were, bent over a couple of boxes as coryo pounded his cock into your pussy. you had gotten tighter since coryo had last used you. a sign that you hadn’t slept with anyone else. you’re such a good toy for coryo.

“have you been with anyone else?” coryo grunted, thrusting into you harshly.

you shook your head. “no, sir,” you moaned out, gripping the box in front of you. “haven’t even touched myself.”

“good girl,” he praised, slapping your ass. “always so good for me,” coryo leaned down. god you were so perfect. “god you’re so tight.”

you moaned in response, closing your eyes in pleasure as you relished in finally getting relief after two long weeks.

coryo felt almost euphoric at the fact that he was finally buried inside your cunt. he never thought he would ever miss someone’s pussy, cunt really is just cunt. but yours was almost as though it were made for his cock. almost as though you were put on to this earth for one reason and one reason only: to be fucked by coriolanus snow. god even he can admit that he will miss your pussy whenever he leaves this pathetic district.

coryo felt himself getting close, moving his hips faster in response. you whined at the speed, clenching around his cock. “oh you’re clenching me so good, baby,” coryo groaned, closing his eyes in pleasure. “gonna cum on my cock?”

you nodded your head, biting your bottom lip. “is so good, sir,” you moaned.

coryo hummed in response, keeping his pace. “gonna fill you up so good, princess,” coryo moaned, his hips moving frantically as he chased his orgasm.

with a loud groan, he came, pressing his hips against yours as he came deeply inside of you. this action caused you to whine, clenching your thighs as you came around coryo’s cock.

and when you both came down from your highs, coryo pulled out of you, pushing your panties back to their proper place before putting his cock away. he breathed heavily, licking his lips as he looked at you. you breathed just as heavily, composing yourself as you stood back up, your dress falling back into place.

“i’ll visit you tomorrow,” coryo said, reaching out to move a piece of your hair out of your face. “think you can be ready for me?”

you smiled, nodding your head. “anything for you, sir.”

coryo smirked. you truly are just his perfect little fuck toy.

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[cheolism]

gentlemen do it in cars

joshua hong x female reader

summary: joshua decides to take you in the car after you bring him home to meet your parents.

wc is approx 2k

genre: smut, established relationship. minors do not interact. not edited bc i love to reread it later and see all my errors

warnings: reader has female anatomy. pet names (good girl, baby), use of slut (not derogatory). car sex (magical car seats that are big enough). fingering, finger sucking; unprotected sex. "gentleman" joshua vs dom josh. slightly mean joshua.

"Aw," Joshua cooed, one of his hands leaving to grab your phone. He unlocked it using his birthdate, reading off the message that had just pinged you. "It's from your mom. 'We absolutely loved having Joshua over and can't wait to see the two of you again! If you ask me, he's definitely a keeper. It's nice seeing you with someone who knows how to treat you right.'"

Joshua chuckled, tossing your phone back up front. He leaned back over you, his hand returning to where it had been fisted in your hair. All the while his fingers continued their pace inside of you.

He fingered you tortuously with long, perfect thrusts that hit you in all the right spots. The drag of his fingers against your walls had your toes curling, fingers scrambling against the seat for some sort of hold.

Josh brought his face down to your neck, running his lips over your skin. His voice was low when he spoke, but no less melodic, filling your ears and sending fluid from your cunt. "What do you think, baby? Think I know how to treat you right?"

He accentuated his words by thrusting his fingers into you in one swift movement, brutally hitting that spot inside of you that had you whining in his ears like a whore.

Josh mouthed along your skin, teeth skimming and sending your nerves on edge in anticipation for his bite.

It was so hot. He hadn't unclothed you all the way, your hoodie hanging off of one arm to reveal your torso, your pants pushed down around your ankles. Josh was completely dressed still, only his hair mused from where you couldn't help but sink your fingers in whenever he kissed you.

Josh laughed as you let out a high moan, arching your back into his hands. He began picking up the movement of his fingers, the pace becoming hurried, abusing your g-spot relentlessly.

"If only they could see their perfect little girl," he hummed, nose brushing along the tendon in your neck. Josh pressed an open-mouthed kiss there before trailing his mouth along your collar. "See her getting split open by my fingers in the back of my car on some dirt road."

Josh removed his fingers from you, a long, high whine of protest escaping your lips. Josh shushed you, pressing a kiss to your mouth. He settled his hand back in your cunt, skimming circles over the hood of your clit. "Settle down, baby. Just need you to cum for me before I fuck you, okay? You know how hard it is for me to fit if we don't."

You nodded, panting as his thumb expertly maneuvered to your clit. Josh's lips returned to your neck, kissing and sucking.

"Josh," you whispered, your throat refusing to allow your voice to go any higher. You repeated his name, trying to lift your hips.

"Let me handle it." Josh swiftly shoved his fingers back into your cunt. You clenched around them greedily, eager to have something filling you again. His thumb settled on your clit, finally, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his digits.

"Easy, baby," he laughed, eyes bright as he watched you grind against his fingers desperately. "If you calm down I'll do all the work for you."

Once you were settled, Josh went about making good on his promise. His fingers hit your g-spot with every single thrust; his thumb grinded down on your clit in time.

You tossed your head back against the seat, eyes shutting. Your panting rose in volume as he continued his attack, your body constantly searching out his hand. It felt so good, heat and pressure building.

It sounded so lewd. Your cunt sucked him in audibly, squelching around his fingers. You could hear his mouth working against your neck, the way his breath seemed to get heavier with every passing second.

"Josh, Josh, Josh --"

He breathed against your neck, warm air making you shiver. He hummed, tongue leaving his mouth and running along your breast. Josh began to suck a hickey into the plush flesh there, ignoring the little sob that left you.

"Josh, Josh, please."

Josh laughed pityingly. "Okay, baby. You can cum now."

His fingers were fast and harsh, his thumb never leaving your clit as he played with it meanly. It was so much, it was all so much. The feeling of heat trapped between the two of you, the pressure building and mounting, the electricity that seemed to come from his thumb as it bullied your clit.

Then Josh was biting down on your breast, teeth sinking in. You let out a loud moan, back arching into him, the tension in your gut snapping and sending a flood of release out of your cunt.

Josh worked you through your orgasm, humming softly and pressing kisses against your sweaty temple. Once you settled, chest heaving, he slowly brought his hand from your cunt.

When you whined he laughed, obviously pleased at your neediness. Josh's fingers settled on your lower lip, tugging. "Open up."

Obediently you parted your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth. You loved the weight of them on your tongue, loved how they filled up your mouth and made you constantly work your throat in an attempt to take them both.

Sucking, you drank in your juices and clean off his fingers. Josh's eyes, which were normally so soft and sweet and kind, were hooded and dark, watching you with satisfaction.

Josh took his fingers from your mouth, though you attempted to follow them. Josh laughed then, and not able to help himself, leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "So needy, aren't you, baby? Don't worry, I'll give you something better than my fingers."

He pulled away from you, kneeling on the seat. You watched, entranced, as his long fingers worked at the button and zipper of his jeans. Watching Josh take his clothes off was always something that had you drooling, eyeing as his forearm muscles worked, muscles flexing and veins bulging.

Josh shoved his pants down to his knees, moving back between your thighs. He lifted your lower half, one of his hands tugging down your sweats as he went. You lifted your hips, helping him. Once your pants were off, his large hands settled on the small of your back. "Okay baby, you ready?"

At your nod, Josh slowly began to push inside of you. Your cunt was still loose from his fingers, but that didn't stop Joshua's dickhead from catching on your hole. You winced at he continued to push, your hole protesting.

Then your cunt gave, his cock sliding in. You let out a soft whine, feeling it stretch out your walls. Immediately you were met with the delicious feeling of being full. It was like something had been missing all this time and it was Joshua's cock that cured that feeling.

Joshua stopped once his hips were flush against you, his dick settled inside of you. His dickhead brushed against your g-spot with every shift, drawing little whimpers out of you.

"That's it, baby," Joshua murmured. His eyebrows were furrowed, jaw tight in an effort to keep himself still as your cunt stretched itself around his dick, getting used to the intrusion. "Good girl."

Your mouth parted at the praise, your hips involuntarily twitching, pussy clenching. Joshua let out a low swear, his fingers digging into you.

"Josh," you whined, trying to wiggle your hips against him in an effort to get Joshua to move. "Please move, Josh."

Slowly Joshua began to pull out of you, the drag of his cock against your walls making your cunt clench around his dick in an attempt to keep him nestled inside.

"Fuck," Joshua swore. "Your cunt's so tight."

Once his dickhead caught on your rim, Joshua adjusted. His hands settled on your hips, holding you up. You braced your feet against the seat, trying to help him.

Then Joshua snapped his hips forward at the same time as he dragged your hips towards him, impaling you on his dick. You couldn't help but let out a cry, back arching and toes curling.

Each thrust was met with him dragging your hips, using his strength to manipulate his body to his will. He used you like a toy, like a sleeve, nothing more than a means to an end.

His fingers dug into your flesh, nails catching. Every time his hips met cunt you clenched, fluid gushing from your cunt. He harshly fucked into you, the head of his dick abusing your g-spot, hitting it with the expertise of a man who had long memorized your body.

Joshua leaned over you, releasing your hips. He pulled out of you entirely, and immediately your eyes narrowed in on his cock. It slapped against his stomach, tall and angry, glistening with your juices.

His hands returned to your hips, and you allowed Joshua to turn you over and onto your knees. You pressed your head down onto the seat, huffing, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

His dick slid into you easily, your cunt thoroughly stretched. Joshua draped himself over your back, putting himself flush against you once more. It was hot, too hot, especially with his body trapping the heat between you two.

You said nothing, however. You just listened to the sound of his pants as he filled you, tilting your neck when he began pressing kisses along it. Joshua's lips trailed over your shoulder blades, moving to follow along your back.

Then Joshua lifted himself off of you, his hands settling on your hips. With less urgency than before he began to slide into you with long, careful thrusts that had you softly crying out, rocking your hips back into him.

It felt delicious the way his cock hit your core, the drag of his length against your walls. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin just as lewd as the noises of your cunt.

You were going to have to clean the seats, you faintly realized as your juices gushed from you.

Joshua huffed, moving again to place a foot on the floorboards. When he began thrusting it was powerful, intentional. Every thrust was planned and calculated, Joshua seeking out your release alongside his own.

"Gonna cum in my car, baby?" He cooed, one of his hands moving from your hips. His fingers skimmed along your skin as he moved his hand around, trailing across your stomach as he set out for your clit. "Gonna soak my car seats like a desperate little slut?"

You nodded against the seats, eyes squeezed shut. When his forefingers pressed against your clit you couldn't help the little scream that left you. You could faintly hear Joshua chuckle. "What a good girl you are, letting me fuck you like this. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Nodding, you let out a soft little moan. Joshua's fingers began rubbing against your clit furiously, his hips picking up pace as he drove into you. He was almost harsh with it, the way he used you.

"Say it for me," he murmured, voice nearly lost to the squelches of your cunt, the slap of his balls against the back of your thighs. "Say it, baby."

"'m a good --" You broke off, mouth involuntarily parting at a particularly good thrust. With a gasp, you continued. "'m a good girl."

"Yes you are." Joshua took your clit between his fingers and squeezed, your body jolting at the roughness. You were cumming before you realized it, however, heat rushing through you and blinding you.

When you came back, Joshua was holding you on his lap. You could feel his cum leaking from your hole, combining with your own orgasm and leaving your thighs soaked.

Both of his arms were around you, your head on his shoulder. Joshua was humming softly, hands gently carding through your hair.

"Joshie?" At his little noise of acknowledgement, you pulled back just enough to look up at him. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat, eyes slightly tired from the sex. But still he smiled gently, as if he hadn't just fucked your cunt in a car.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He raised a hand, brushing the hair that had stuck to your face from sweat away. "Doing okay?"

You nodded against him, moving to press a kiss to his neck. You let him continue holding you, his soft little song filling your ears.

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[nanamimizz]

𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐒𝐖𝚶𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝚩

tags:18+ minors dni, fem reader, reader has lamb attributes, prone bone position, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex under the stars, creampie, mentions of vouyerism

synopsis: the chemistry between you and a certain bough keeper finally blooms with a night under the stars.

If one were to ask Dainsleif what was the catalyst for these events he would say he doesn’t know - whether this was a result of a slowburn of events or a case of him rushing into things head first like in his youth, he would not be able to say. All he knows is that he wants you - has wanted you since the moment you first smiled at him. So sweetly, so happily as if he was a man and not a rotted relic from a nation bygone to the world above. People with animal features are not usual in the world of Teyvat - cat, dog and foxes ears paired with tails are ever so present so it wasn’t surprising to see the rather endearing round ears of a lamb on top of your head, pressed against the fleece like texture of your hair. Of which is pressed into the ground as his hand molds into the shape of your head, his forefinger and thumb rubbing at the softness of your ear that can be felt even with his gloves on.

A part of him grows guilty - taking you from behind, pressed into the dirt it isn’t right, he should at least put his cape on the ground. That would be the right thing to do, the knightly thing to do but when you press closer to him, your undressed flank pressing to his front and your little cotton tail almost tickles the starved skin of his pelvis he can’t find himself to care about right and wrong. All he can think about is how your walls suck at the fingers that are in you, slowly curling to rub against the spongy nerves in your walls and you can only moan so softly when his thumb rubs against your clit.

Dainsleif hisses when you squeak his name, your blown out eyes looking over your shoulders to catch the pink on his cheeks and the barely contained groan ripping from his lips at how tight your cunt sucks at his fingers, blue eyes with stars in the center meet yours and you cum when he looks at you like he wants to make you his. Dainsleif groans, the flutters of your cunt and the way it soaks his hand, running from his fingers to his palms are all in time with how his cock aches in his pants. Your hands are clutching at the ground, nails leaving lines in the dirt when he pulls his fingers out - huffing at the ache of not being filled anymore, it pulls a laugh from him as he tugs away at his clothing as quickly as he can.

“Desperate are we?” He asks, voice rough by desire and by the annoyance of not being in you right now. You can’t even give him a vocal answer, only nodding and bending further down, presenting yourself to him as if you were in heat. Your tail trembles,raised and enticing and Dain can’t help himself to reach out to touch, to stroke the softness with his thumb. His cock, pink and ruddy is present when you moan at his touch to your sensitive tail, if you could look over rather than collapsing into your crossed arms at his touch you would have seen how his cock twitches at your sweet sounds.

“Come here, I won’t fuck you like an animal.” Dain grumbles, bringing his hands to your waist to press down, letting you lie flat on the ground as he crowds you from above. Your underwear is ruined, ripped and soaked from his fingers and the pretty skirt you wear on hot days is rucked up to your waist. Even your breasts that heave with each breath are free and they hover over the ground, your nipples puffy and tight for him to pinch at as he directs the shaft of his cock to the dripping slit of your cunt. When the head catches onto the opening he can’t help but hiss at how you whine, sighing so prettily at how he slowly inches his cock into you.

“Dain - please!” You whine, keening to high heaven as he gives you more and more, pressing a hand onto your back to keep you flat on the ground even as your back arches at the pleasure of being filled makes you bow into him.

“Shh, shh why do you cry sweet lamb? Am I not giving you what you want?” He rumbles from above, the scent of sex is so potent in the air if he were to wet his lips he’d taste your cunt in the air. You’re trembling beneath him, gasping and shaking with each breath as your fleece-like hair clings to your hot face. It takes you a minute to do anything but take what he gives you and as he finally is pressed against you again - your little tail tickling his exposed pelvis makes him laugh, breathlessly and emptily.

“You’re big - so big…ah…s’good.” You mutter, in shortened and sweet gasps that only break up more when he begins to fuck into you with slow, deep strokes that make you want to curl up into yourself to the point where you become a little speck rather than a person. You like it slow, he remembers from the time the two of you spent a night in a small hotel in between Liyue and Sumeru, and he could hear you pleasuring yourself with slow little touches to your clit and cunt. While Dansleif will forever bemoan his life as a sinner, a blasphemous man but still he has a man’s pride and to see how much he pleasures you to the point of tears from both your eyes and your cunt strokes his ego more than he’d like to admit.

“Sweet girl, shh, just take what I give you, can you do that for me?” He murmurs to you, one hand leaving your hips to grasp at your breast, fingers tugging at your tight nipple that it makes you mewl paired with the way his cock strokes at the nerves inside of you. You sigh, moan, cry, whine his name and each time it sounds more beautiful than the last iteration. Tight in the clutch of your cunt, your pliable flesh in his grasp Dain can’t help but think - is this what it’s all for? The destruction of his home, the failure of his duty and his suffering from then to now was all of it meant to make this moment with you all the more tantalizing sweet than it would have ever been? Dain can’t think about it anymore, not when he grunts when he feels you cum around him, your silken walls fluttering and milking at him with such desperation he wonders if you are trying to take his whole being into you and not just the physical.

“Dain, Dain - Dain! M’cumming, oh!” Your breaths are short and clipped, and you are tight but soft around him and he feels the tug of your cunt on his soul. He keeps you there, pressed into you even as you crumble beneath him to the point you go lax, thighs twitching as you take stuttering breaths. Your cunt burns, aches from the sensitivity and of being stretched so full in a way you’ve never been able to with your fingers alone. It’s sticky, wet and messy where you are connected - strings of your release clings to his skin and he can’t help but indulge in the cruel thought of fucking you fast and harsh unlike how he was before.

“More, give me one more.” He mutters into the fleece of your hair and the hand playing with your breast reaches down, down until it’s stroking at the wet nub of your clit and he picks up the pace again. Your breath goes from stuttered to haggard at the pleasure, it burns so good you feel the strings of pleasure ache in your lower belly from your sensitivity. Though strong of heart you are weak of body and you lack of stamina is demonstrated at how you ache with each swipe at your pearl as his cock fills you again and again. With your eyes blurry and hazy, you peer down your front to see where you are connected and you only gasp when you see the ring of sticky white that can be seen eahc time he pulls out only to fuck himself back in as the same white cream of your cum stains his still gloved left hand.

“D-did you cum in me?” You wonder, cunt clenching at the thought of a man like Dain giving you more than his cock but a physical reminder that he was deep inside of you. He grunts, sweat running down his temple as he feels his own hair begin to stick to the now pink tinted skin of his face.

“No, not yet,” He pauses to groan into your hair as he crouches down to press his front to your back and keeps his hips at the even pace he’s kept them at. His wrist burns and pleasure snaps at his spine and he knows this is it.

“It’ s just you so far.” He hisses into your ear, rubbing his not rotted cheek into the softness of your form, affection given in the middle of your coupling that makes your heart skip a beat and cum around him for the second time. It’s too soon, and the unexpected tugging of your cunt as you finish around him makes him come with a cut off groan of your name to the night sky above the two of you. He cums in you, it’s hot and thick and you even try to clench around what he spills into you as if to keep him inside you forever.

You both stay there, for a little while an Dain finds it hard to even think about the consequences of what follows from here on out. It doesn’t matter he thinks. You’ve turned your head and you press a fleeting kiss, something small an sweet just like you are and he finds it more charming than it should. You are warm, soft and sticky but he doesn’t think he is any different from you. Placing his hands on the ground next you he lifts himself up to press a kiss to your temple, you hum and he huffs seeing how that ever so cute tail of yours almost wags at the affection.

“Here, head back to the camp. I’ll get us water from the stream.” Dain says, reaching up to tuck back some hair from your flushed face. You nod, voice lost from all the noise you made and Dainslief is in awe at how beautiful you are, here under the stars and fucked out beyond what you’ve ever experienced before.

“Do you promise to comeback?” You ask, voice crooking and Dain can only nod, he can’t deny you anything. Not anymore.

It happens as he asked, together you sleep on your sleeping matts with the exception of now they are pressed together to form one big matt rather than on opposite sides of the fire like before. Dain doesn’t sleep right away, instead he watches you rest with your cheek pressed to his chest and thinks of you. Thinks of how he wants you, again and again until eternity comes to an end. He thinks of what you’d like for breakfast when dawn breaks and how he’ll carry you from the soreness of your legs. He thinks about keeping you safe, until his destiny comes to it’s end.

Most importantly, he thinks about how right now it doesn’t not matter. You are his and he is yours. That’s enough, no matter what it is the Seven or beyond say.

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[absurdthirst]

Only Room in the Inn {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9k

Warning: Bathing, nudity, prostitutes, mentions of self pleasure, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), loss of virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of children.

Comments: When there is only one room left at the inn, you are forced to accept sharing it with a stranger, a man named Pero Tovar. It is no problem, after all, he thinks you are another man. Until he walks in on you bathing and everything changes. 

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Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

Sweet, sweet comfort is nearly in sight. Your shoulders sag as you see the lights from the inn shining through the darkness. Hearing the boisterous and rowdy crowds from the tavern next door. Hot food and ale just waiting to be eaten and drank. Except, all you want is to secure your room, order a bath and a meal to your room and sink into the water. Unbinding your breasts for the first time in weeks and pulling off the restricting clothing that made you look like the man you are pretending to be as you travel. 

Your saddle bag tossed over your shoulder, no one gives you a second glance as you open the door and step inside. Given much more freedom as a man than you would have if you had been in the skirts you set aside, you swallow, preparing to pitch your voice down. The innkeeper in sight, you step up to him right as another man does. “Need a room.” You demand, not even bothering to see who it is that you have run across from your group, staying away from most after you had joined them in Cologne.

Pero is exhausted. Days of traveling alone, William long gone on his journey back to the wall to woo his general, leaving Pero to seek the treasures of the world by himself. He’s been riding for days, sleeping on the ground and eating whatever he can kill. He wants a warm bed and a hot meal. Maybe a hot cunt if he can find one he can pay for. When another man mentions needing a room, he doesn’t think much of it but when the innkeeper responds and says there is only one room left, Pero’s eyes widen. “No. No. I was here first. The room is mine.” He growls, not in the mood for bartering for a room.

You scoff, shaking your head. “Too bad.” You tell the dirty, scowling, mercenary. Obviously not one of the men you had been traveling with. You would remember that scar that traveled down over his eye. And noted that armor. The leathers were worn, but obviously of high quality. This is a man who kills for his coins. “I demanded it first and it is mine.” You challenge, turning back to the innkeeper. “I’ve traveled many miles and just want a bed and a bath. I will be staying for several days.” You tell him, sweetening the prospect of having a tenant for days rather than one night.

“I am looking to rest too. For several days. I can provide more coins.” Pero picks up the pouch of coins from his belt, “lots of coins.” He looks at the inn keeper, hoping his gruff nature aids him in his quest. The innkeeper looks between you and Pero. 

“I need to rest.” You growl, getting pissed off. 

“So do I, amigo.” Pero hisses back. 

“What if you were to share the room?” The innkeeper suggests.

Immediately you are shaking your head, you can’t explain why that would be a bad idea. Although the other man is nodding. “Yes.” He tells the innkeeper, right as you say “No.” The stranger frowns, narrowing his eyes. “Why not? We both have cocks, I will not even bring a whore back to the room to fuck while you are sleeping.” You blow out a frustrated breath, knowing that you can’t protest too much, otherwise someone will get suspicious. “I like my privacy.” You try one last time.

“As do I, amigo, but I favor comfort over privacy. If privacy is what you are after, you can go out to the woods and sleep on the cold ground. You’ll have privacy there.” Pero snorts, knowing he won’t give up on this room. He needs a good night of sleep. “I don’t care if we share. I just want a bed.”

A bed…you know there will be only one bed in the room, but you can’t stand the thought of another night camping. “Fine.” You spit, throwing the stranger a glare. “But I want to have my bath and meal alone.” You warn him. “And go first.” You add. “You can take your meal at the tavern and consort with the whores.”

Pero frowns, not knowing why you want to be alone. Strange fellow, wanting to bathe alone. “What are you? A woman?” He snorts, not noticing the way your eyes widen slightly. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Fine. For tonight, I’ll have my meal and my dessert in the tavern.” He smirks, cock twitching at the thought of sinking into a woman.

Nodding in agreement, you turn back to the relieved innkeeper. Obviously the man was happy about not having to worry about a fight breaking out in his establishment over the last room. “A hot bath and a meal, brought up right away?” You ask when he tells you where the room is. You cannot wait to pull your clothes off and free your breasts from the material binding them. It hurts after so long but it keeps you safe from molestation. 

Pero huffs, “can I at least put my shit in the room before you go and soak your cock?” You nod and he huffs when the innkeeper hands him the key. He snatches it and grabs his saddle bag, making his way up to the room.

You wait until you see the man that you will be sharing a room with is coming back down, having used the excuse of paying your coins to keep you from engaging with him further. Following the boy carrying the wash tub up the stairs and hating that you can’t wear the gauzy, loose nightgowns that are shoved at the very bottom of your saddle bags while you are here. You will have to sleep in breeches and your bandages around your chest like you have been. It won’t kill you, but it won’t be as relaxing as you had imagined before.

Pero gulps down the ale, his belly full of stew and he loves it. The best thing he’s eaten in God knows how long. His belly has been lined with rabbit he caught on his journey so to have a stew full of vegetables and ox, it has him ready to sleep. He wishes his room was empty so he could find a whore and fuck in his own bed before passing out, but you’ve put a hold on that. Instead, he slams his tankard down and seeks out the brothel, deciding to fuck on a full belly before he stumbles to the room to pass out.

You groan, slipping under the water with a pleased sigh. The steam curls up from the tub and you have the sliver of scented soap that you had bought weeks ago sitting on a drying cloth on the floor next to you. Your hair has been scrubbed clean, a feeling you have relished and your muscles relaxing for the first time in weeks. The perfect ending would be to slip into your nightgown, but the clothes you had washed first are drying in front of the fire while you soak, wanting them to be ready for you to put back on when you decide you are done. The other man shouldn’t be back until later, no doubt using the brothel that the innkeeper had directed to him. Sighing, you lean over and grab your mug of ale, taking a long sip of it and leaning back to close your eyes in bliss, your mug balanced on the wooden rim of the tub in your hand. 

Pero grunts, thrusting deep into the woman he bought for the night. “Mierda.” He curses, rocking into her while his fingers dig into herr hips, keeping her still while he seeks his own pleasure, uncaring if she finds hers. That’s not what he paid for. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He hisses, pulling out of her before wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping himself as he spurts his hot seed onto her ass and lower back.

The water is cooler, but you are not wanting to get out, your fingers and toes pruned up and shriveled as you soak. Even your meal was eaten in the water after you had cleaned every inch of your body with the sweet smelling soap. Hesitant to get out and don your disguise. It was risky to soak, but you know that your roommate for the next several days has to be in his cups and probably passed out in the brothel.

Pero tosses a few coins towards the whore, thanking her with a grunt before he makes his way back to the room. The key jingles as he opens it to find the tub still in the middle of the room and he sees you on your cot, back to him. He grunts, ignoring you as he slumps down on his own bed, kicking off his boots and stripping off his armor to leave him in his breeches and blouse. “Buenas noches, amigo.” He grunts before he passes out.

You had been awake when he had come into the room, your dagger within arms reach. Only relaxing when you hear hun roll into the bed and almost immediately start to snore. You exhale softly, burrowing down into the blankets and bedding of the first real bed you have had in weeks and close your eyes, quickly falling asleep as well.

The next morning, Pero decides to sleep in. Days upon days of riding have exhausted him so he continues snoring long after breakfast has been served. He seeks lunch once he is awake, making his way to the tavern to fill his belly once more. You were gone when he woke up, making him frown before he dressed.

You sit down, already hot and sweaty after spending the morning taking care of your horse. The stallion needed to be reshod and his bridle mended. The blacksmith had new shoes, but there had been no farrier in town, so you had done it yourself, already needing another bath. Since you had the room you were sharing with the other man, you could afford another one, not having to spend nearly as many coins on your lodging. Your stew is nearly done in front of you when the door opens and you see the man who had been sleeping when you left the room.

Pero strides into the tavern, his stomach grumbling from lack of food over the past few months. He grunts as he sits down opposite you, deciding he might as well speak to you since you’re supposed to be sharing a room. He orders a stew and an ale before he fixes his dark gaze on you. “Are you going to say anything amigo or shall we spend our time in silence?” He snorts.

You spoon up another bite of your stew and glance up at him. He’s handsome up close, obviously taking some time this morning to use the bucket of water you had left in the room to clean up slightly. “You snore.” You grunt, shoving the stew into your mouth and grabbing for your tankard of ale to wash it down. Forcing a belch out after you swallow everything down. Men are disgusting and having dainty manners would give you away so you wipe your hand on the back of your shirt sleeve. “And you need a bath.” You tell him with a smirk. “But I’m taking one again this afternoon.”

Pero chuckles, tilting his head as he looks at you. “Such a strange hombre. Taking baths every day. I never - I have never known such a clean man. Perhaps you’re secretly a woman.” Pero laughs, tossing his head back and you fidget when his dark gaze focuses back on you. “No. No. You don’t have any tits.”

You scoff, insulted - but you roll your eyes. “No tits.” You murmur as you look back down at your stew. “I just wish not to smell like an ass, the women seem to like it better when you bathe before visiting them.” You smirk at him as if you had visited the brother yourself this morning. His meal arrives before he can say anything else and you shake your head when the serving wench asks if you want another ale. “No, but I wish to have another bath brought up to my room.” You tell her, pressing another coin into her hand to pay for your meal and the hot water.  

The wench nods before her eyes drift over to Pero, “would you like a bath?” She asks him and he feels a little offended at first before he realizes he does need to wash off. Probably cut his hair and shave. He looks like a caveman. “Yes. Bring me hot water after he has bathed.” Pero says, “the lady would like some privacy.” He jokes, gesturing to you.

You try to scoff again, but it gets stuck in your throat and you cough as you quickly stand. “Nothing wrong with not wanting to stare at another man’s bare ass and cock.” You throw out. “I will give you the same consideration. An afternoon nap is well deserved anyway.”

Pero snorts, “precisely amigo. We shall retire to our room and sleep. Then I wish to seek the next cunt I can pay for. Are you agreeable to a wet cunt or do you prefer the alternative?” Pero asks, having no issue with that but he would prefer to know.

You swallow, having been asked this question before since you do not eagerly run for the nearest brothel when you are in a town. “No alternative.” You shake your head quickly before lifting your ale to your lips. “In fact, I might go seek out the brothel after my bath. Give you some privacy.” 

Tovar hums in response, knowing that you will be buried in a cunt. Every man needs to find pleasure after traveling so far. He fancies another whore for himself but first, he needs to wash. “Sounds like a plan amigo.”

You stand up, finished with your meal. “Good, I’ll go bathe then. Spent the morning reshodding my horse.” You explain, not that you need to. “That way I can find my pleasure faster.” You swallow down the last of your ale and set the tankard down, turning and walking out of the tavern.

Pero grunts, watching you go and he realizes his eyes are focused on your ass. It’s round and perky, unlike any man’s ass he has ever seen. He catches himself, shaking his head. He doesn’t need to get involved in fucking his roommate. He looks up at the bar wench, grunting out a request for another ale.

Back in the room, servants have emptied the tub of water from last night and start bringing in buckets to fill it back up. Two hot, steaming buckets for every cold one. Making sure that the bath would stay nice and hot for you. It was a luxury, two baths in two days and you are going to enjoy it, knowing that you will probably not get another chance before you have to move on. When the last pail is poured in and there are two buckets left to rinse off with, you shut the door, quickly stripping off your clothes and moaning in pleasure when you unbind your breasts and sink into the water.

Tovar huffs when he pats his side, searching for his money pouch. He knows he had it earlier. “Fuck.” He growls, realizing he left it in the room. Rubbing his face, he knows he has to make his way back to the room to get his pouch. He stomps his way upstairs, banging his fist on the door in a brief warning before he opens the door, his eyes widening when he sees you sitting in the bathtub.

The scream you give out is decidedly not masculine, yelping in surprise as you try to sink down under the water and hide the way your breasts had most definitely been seen if his wide eyes are any indication. “What are you doing?” You screech. “I wanted privacy!”

Pero’s eyes are still wide as he stands in the doorway. His gaze taking in your hair, your feminine form and his ears still ringing with your less than masculine scream. You’re a woman. His roommate is a woman. “Mierda.” He growls, shutting the door behind him as he walks towards you. “A fucking woman? What - where is your father? Your husband? Your brother? You cannot be alone.”

Because you are a woman, you never stray too far from your dagger, snatching it up and quickly standing, water streaming down your body as you hold it in front of you, dropping your hand from your breasts to move into a stance to defend yourself. “Stay back!” You order harshly, fear and adrenaline flooding your system. You knew this would happen when you were made to share this room. “I will kill you if you touch me.”

Pero raises his hands, a snort of amusement escaping his lips as his dark eyes trail down your figure. He hasn’t seen such a beautiful woman in a while. “Easy chica, I am not going to touch you.” He promises, keeping his hands high so you know he isn’t reaching for his own dagger.

You relax slightly, lowering the dagger slightly and you feel your cheeks heat up when you realize that you are completely naked in front of him. Dropping quickly down so you can get into the water again. “I don’t have a father or a brother.” You tell him, answering his first questions. “I don’t have anyone, that is why I pretend to be a man.”

Tovar understands it’s a man’s world but he doesn’t understand why you feel the need to pretend to be a man. “Why aren’t you married? You’re a beautiful woman. You could easily find a man to protect you.” He tilts his head, slowly lowering his hands.

You snort and shake your head. “No.” You spit flatly. “I don’t want a man to set me up in his home to wash his clothes and cook his food while he goes off and spends what little he earns on whores in the next village.” You had seen plenty of what men were like.

Tovar shrugs, “fair enough. Most men are pigs to their wives. Cheating, abusive, possessive. That is why I never married. I cannot offer a stable home to a wife and a family, that’s why I travel, selling my sword. You want a man who will be loyal to you and only you?” He asks, mostly from curiosity.

You shrug. “Is that so much to ask?” You offer. “I would bear his children, warm his bed. Is it unreasonable to ask that he not fuck anything that would spread their legs for him?” You snort. “I would be expected to only let him in my body.” You relax into the tub, feeling better now that he has said that. It makes you think he isn’t as bad as the men you had ridden here with. You had already decided that you would part ways with that group, not liking them very much. You had already collected your coins and were ready to find something safer.

Pero takes a risk by sitting down on his bunk closer to the tub in the center of the room. “No, it is not too much to ask but it is not the way of the world. Most men would want their wife to only fuck them while they go and sire bastards in every nearby village. I would give anything to have a home, a beautiful wife to return to and worship with my cock - her cock. Only hers. Not having to pay for a woman whose only cry of passion is faked to try and make me cum faster. I would prefer true passion, a woman who soaks my cock with her juices because she is feeling real pleasure.”

“It sounds like a dream.” You admit softly. “I’ve decided that I am going back home.” You reveal. “The cottage my father built before fever took him and my mother.” You had been miserable and needed to leave, but you know the house was still there. The kind old man across the woods had promised you he would look after it.

Offering you a smile, Pero stretches out his legs. “Are you planning to find a farm hand? You’ll need someone to help maintain a cottage. Especially if it has land.” He is intrigued by your moxie, admiring how independent you are.

You hum, thinking about what you will do. “Perhaps I will find some scruffy youths.” You muse. “Offer the ruffians a place to sleep and food in their belly in exchange for learning what my father taught me.” You smile softly. “My brother died when he was a babe and my father always swore I was better than any son he could have asked for.”

“And if these ruffians decide to take your land for their own? Or decide to woo you to get you to marry them to take over your land as their own? These are things you need to think of hermosa. Let me guess…you are a virgin. You know nothing of pleasure?” He guesses.

Arching your brow, you send him a knowing smirk. “Let me guess, you are willing to show me pleasure?” You give a small shrug of your shoulders. “I have not spread my legs or allowed a man’s cock in my body, but I do know how to give myself pleasure.” You aren’t ashamed of that, having had to accompany the men to a brothel one day and one woman had seen through your disguise. She had chosen you to take to her room and taught you self pleasure. Worth every coin.

Pero is taken back by that news, intrigued by the prospect that you seek your own pleasure. He’s never known a woman to be so forward, so self assured. “So you are not intrigued by the thought of finding pleasure on a cock?”

You pick up the soap and start washing your body, since he has no intention of leaving it seems, you will continue on. “I am.” You admit, dragging the bar over your skin. “But I also am not just going to trust my pleasure to a man.” You look over at him with a raised brow. “The last woman you paid for, did you give her pleasure?”

Pero chuckles, “that’s not what I pay for. Now, if a woman comes into my bed voluntarily, I would endeavor to make her cum as many times as possible. I am not a selfish lover unless I pay for the pleasure. You’ve never had a man show you what you can feel. Your feeble fingers could never compare to thick digits pushing into your cunt.”

Your stomach flutters and your cunt clenches at his words but you don’t make a sound as you continue to wash your body. Your eyes slide over to where he is sitting on his bed, watching you. “And I see that you are volunteering to show me?” You ask in amusement. “Eager to save the coin you would have spent in the brothel?”

Pero raises his eyebrows. “You tell me, hermosa. You want me to slide my tongue into your cunt? Make you cum from my mouth before I slide my fingers into your pussy? Make you soak them before I take your innocence? Make you cum on my cock? That’s your decision, hermosa.”

You can’t deny that it sounds wonderful but he is scruffy and unkempt. You snort and raise a brow. “Do you proposition everyone you share a room with?” You tease lightly. “If I am to consider it, you would need to bathe.”

Tovar hums in satisfaction that you are even considering it. He smirks, shifting over to the tub to lean over you, his hands on either side of you. “Well it’s a good thing I am next to bathe. I am going to shave and cut my hair too. If I am to your satisfaction, shall I expect the permission to bury my face in your cunt?”

You shiver slightly, knowing that if he were a different type of man, he would just force his will. But he’s giving you a choice and that is incredibly attractive, even if you had already thought him ruggedly handsome. You lean in, your lips mere inches from his own. “If you are, I will let you show me pleasure.” You promise with a smirk of your own.

Pero chuckles, “better hurry up and finish your bath hermosa so I can get in and clean up.” He winks at you, a little confused that you aren’t slapping him in the face and telling him to fuck off. “If you wish for me to fuck you, you will need to let me bathe.”

Your bath is almost over, so you quickly finish, standing up and reaching for the drying cloth. You know his eyes are on you as you step out and start drying your body, moving over to your saddle bags so you can pull out the gauzy nightgown you have been eager to wear. Since he knows you are a woman, there is no reason you should not wear it now. “So bathe, unless you want fresh water.” You tell him as you turn around and watch as he starts to get undressed.

He’s bathed in muddy rivers, he is happy to share bath water with you. Untying his armor, he lets it fall to the floor before he unties his blouse, shrugging it off until he pulls off his boots, keeping his eyes on you as he unties breeches.

You have seen cocks before. You don’t travel with men, pretending to be one without seeing it. They tend to whip it out and piss wherever convenient, even thinking you are odd when you want privacy. But watching him undress is breathtaking. Smooth skin littered with a smattering of scars, dark, coarse hard around a thick cock that was not quite flaccid.

Tovar doesn’t act embarrassed about his currently hardening cock. He knows he is attracted to you. He can see your tits through the gauzy gown and he is eager to touch you. Knowing he has to clean up, he kicks his breeches aside and steps into the tub, lowering himself slowly as he keeps his eyes on yours.

At least he will bathe. You watch curiously, smirking slightly when he picks up the bar of soap that you had used. He will smell like flowers when he is done. You lift a brow and motion to your saddle bag. “Do you wish to use my shears?”

“Yes please. That would be good.” He settles back into the metal tub, sighing at the still warm water. He is happy to be able to clean up, to cut his hair and feel clean for the first time in God knows how long. “Would you mind helping me with my hair?” He asks once you have the shears.

Nodding, you move over to the tub and kneel down behind him. Combing through his wet hair with your fingers, you start to cut his hair off in large hanks to work it into a manageable length. “I’m sure you will feel better.” You comment lightly as he continues to wash.

His stomach twists at your gentle touch, hacking away at his tangled locks until his head feels better. “Thank you, hermosa.” He murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment before he begins to wash himself up with the soap.

“I don’t think that I learned your name.” You admit softly, giving your name right after that. “If I am considering letting you into my bed, I would like to know.” All you know is that he is Spanish, a mercenary and likes to spend his coin at the brothel, although he says that he would be faithful to a wife. He has more honor than most men you have met.

“Tovar. Pero Tovar.” He reveals, repeating your name with a soft smile. It’s beautiful and it rolls right off of his tongue. “You are considering me in your bed?” He teases, a smirk on his face as he reaches for the razor blade so he can shave his face.

“Depends on how you look without that beard.” You tease back, gathering up the hair you had trimmed and standing so you can throw it in the fireplace. “Although right now, I have to say that you are going to be in my bed rather than your own after you get out of the water.”

Tovar chuckles before he begins to shave, knowing he has to get the mass off before he can style it. “Can you get me that mirror, hermosa?” He asks, looking at you with a smile.

Reaching for the silver backed glass, you bring it over and had it to him. “Do you need me to hold it for you?” You don’t know why you offer, but you do, wanting to watch him shave.

“Yes please, hermosa.” He says, watching as you collect it and hold it out towards him. He is methodical, quickly shaving off the excess until he is left with the mustache he prefers. A satisfied hum escaping his lips as he admires himself for a moment before he stands up, his semi in your face as he reaches for the rag to dry himself off.

You don’t know why, but you reach out and touch his cock. Making him jolt in surprise when your fingers wrap around it curiously. It’s intriguing, both soft and hard at the same time, pulsing in your hand and making you chuckle quietly.

Tovar groans, looking down at your fingers wrapped around his cock, and he groans, his length twitching in your hand. “Hermosa.” He grunts, letting you explore home

You smirk, realizing he likes your touch. Your other hand comes up to cradle the soft sacs underneath his cock. Gasping when they move and your eyes dart back to his face to make sure you didn’t hurt him, but his filthy moan makes you think he likes that.

Pero wants to touch you. This is about your pleasure. He gently reaches for your wrist, taking you off of his cock, and he steps out of the bath, water dripping off of his skin. “Come here, hermosa. I want to kiss you.” He reaches for you and pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours.

You’ve kissed before. Once. It was a sloppy, unpleasant affair with the butcher’s boy. His lips were slimy and his breath fetid, but this is nothing like that. Pero’s lips are warm, slightly chapped and the edges catch against your own as he brushes them back and forth slightly. Making you reach up and hold onto his broad shoulders while your stomach flips pleasantly and your mind gets fuzzy.

His hand grips your waist, pulling you closer, and he slides his tongue into your mouth, tilting your head with his free hand to take control of the kiss when you relax against him.

Your gasp is swallowed by him, making you melt and he can explore. His tongue is demanding and exciting as he slides it around and makes your pulse speed up. Your heart pounds in your chest and the heat between your thighs tells you that this man is already making your sex weep.

Tovar groans into your mouth, kissing along your neck. He knows you need to cum on his fingers, he needs to feel it. His hand trails along your side until he is squeezing your tit, loving how you react when he pinches your nipple, swallowing the squeal you push into his mouth.

You love the feeling of the large hand cupping your breast, squeezing and massaging it in his hand. Letting your own hands wander over his shoulders, his chest. Scraping your fingernail over a nipple and making him groan.

His other hand trails down your side, caressing the skin before he bunches up your gown in a fist, ducking his hand under it so he can cup your cunt. He groans when he finds you wet and he quickly locates your clit, rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves.

You have to give him credit for knowing that your pleasure comes from that little button of nerves. Moaning softly and letting your fingers dig into his flesh when you feel him rubbing it with determination. He was right, his fingers are bigger, covering more of you and your knees tremble slightly. “Fuck.”

He groans at how wet you are, rubbing your clit a little faster as he massages your breast. He is already intoxicated by you. He is eager to give you pleasure, show you how good it can be. He wants to show you what a lover should be.

You let him work you, tilting your hips towards his hand and whimpering quietly. Wanting to see if the pleasure you could find at your own hand would be even better at his. “Pero.” You gasp, twitching when you feel even better after a particularly good swipe of his fingers.

Pero leans in to kiss along your neck, his voice raspy as he coos, “does it feel good, hermosa?” He rubs your clit a little faster, wanting to hear you cum. He wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible.

“Yes.” You gasp out the word, knowing that your body is starting to get ready. Your stomach is clenching and your nipples tighten even more under your nightgown. Standing in the middle of the room you are sharing with him, you tip your head back and cry out in pleasure.

“Good girl, hermosa.” He slides his fingers down to circle your dripping cunt, dipping his fingers in before he presses his thumb against your clit. “Cum.” He orders, needing you to cry out louder

“Pero!” Your cry of his name is loud, no doubt alerting the other guests that at least one of the men who were staying in this room had brought a woman in. You don’t care though, too busy riding out your high against his hand.

Pero works you through it, kissing along your neck and groaning at how wet you are, soaking his fingers with your cum. He doesn’t push for more, not wanting to take advantage until you tell him you want more. “How did that compare to your fingers? Your self pleasure?”

“It was good.” You admit. “I did not control it, so it was very good.” You turn your head and press your lips to his. “Have you done that often? Pleasured women with your fingers or your tongue?” You aren’t judging, just curious to know how he had learned to pleasure a woman with something other than his cock. The women at the brothels talked, most agreeing that men only cared about their own pleasure.

Pero smirks, “I’ve pleasured women with my tongue. Are you looking for me to make you cum on my tongue?” He asks, his fingers swiping through your cum slick folds as he waits for your answer. His lips continuing to kiss along your neck before he pauses, wanting your response.

“You might as well show me.” You tease. “You promised me after all.” You tilt your head to give him more room, reaching down to touch his now iron hard cock. “Especially since I want to see if I can cum on that next.”

Nodding, Pero guides you back towards your cot, gently laying you down. He reaches for the hem of your gown, tugging it over your head once you lift up and he tosses it across the room, groaning at the sight of your naked flesh. He wastes no time in leaning down to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting down gently before he sucks.

You gasp, squeezing your eyes closed and moaning his name when he soothes it with his tongue. Keeping your body taunt underneath his and not minding when your nails dig into his skin. “Oh fuck.” You whine, loving the attention on your tits.

He hums, enjoying your reactions as he switches to your other tit, repeating the action as he bites down on your nipple. “Fuck, hermosa.” He rasps against your skin, his breath hot as he exhales over your hardened bud, waiting to hear your cry of enjoyment.

“Pero.” You moan softly, reaching down to tangle your fingers back into his much shorter locks. Scratching your short nails over his scalp and hearing him growl. “You like that?” You ask breathlessly, scratching into his hair again.

“Fuck. Yes. I do hermosa. Mierda.” He groans and kisses the skin between your tits. “Do it again when my tongue is buried in your cunt.” He orders, kissing down your stomach until he settles between your thighs, pushing them open so he can admire the curls that cover your sex. “Fuck.” He hisses, leaning in to inhale your scent. “You smell good.”

You don’t know what you expected but the heat and firm lap of his tongue against your wet folds is surprising enough that your back comes up off the bed. Fingers tugging on his hair. “Oh, oh fuck!” You cry out, nearly sobbing the words as your hips push down against his mouth. “Oh God!”

He smirks, knowing you are already enjoying this, and it makes him want to go even faster, deeper, harder to make you cum. He flicks his tongue over your clit, dark eyes watching you as he flicks it again, waiting for your reaction.

“Peroooooo.” Your eyes burst open from where they had been closed right and your entire body lurches as if that one little spot controls the entire thing. “Again.” You beg, wanton and moaning again, your nails scratching his head just like he had told you to do.

He growls into your flesh, loving how you cry out and he repeats the action before sucking your clit into his mouth. His eyes close when the tang of your arousal hits his taste buds and he loves it, sucking harder.

It’s unlike anything you have ever been able to do yourself and you love it. Moaning again when you look down and see the top of his head, his mouth buried in your cunt in obvious enjoyment. He likes this too. That thought makes you even wetter, a clenching of your stomach that makes you push your hips down even more. “Oh fuck.” You whine softly.

Pero slides his tongue lower, pushing it into you with a groan when he tastes how wet you are. “Fuck yes.” He hisses, lapping at your folds, flicking his tongue over your clit, desperate now for you to cum apart on his tongue.

It doesn’t take long until the pressure is about to burst inside you. Your legs pressing against his head as your thighs close around it. “Pero, Pero…oh shit, I-“ You wail as your entire body locks up in pleasure, flooding your system in sweet heat.

He grunts into your flesh, completely smothered by you and he fucking loves it. Working you through it, he swears he nearly cums himself from the intensity of your orgasm. He fucking loves how you cry out his name. Pero decides he needs to do this again. When you push his head away, he kisses along your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck.” Your chest heaves and your fingers unfurl from his hair. “That was- that was wonderful.” You tell him honestly. You had never pleasured yourself as well as that and you wouldn’t lie. You pity women who don’t get to experience that.

Pero rests his cheek on your thigh, his cock is throbbing but he doesn’t rush you as he kisses your lower stomach, waiting for you to relax and tell him you want him to fuck you. “Satisfied, hermosa?” He asks, his cock pulsing against the cot beneath him.

“Is it better?” You ask with a small giggle. “If your cock is better than your tongue, you might kill me.” Your joke is accompanied by a smile, lifting your head up to look down at him and lifting a brow in surprise that he is not already inside you.

He raises his eyebrows as he smirks. “You’ll be the one to decide that. I swear to God I will try to make you scream my name so loud, the fucking King hears you.” He promises, shifting to hover over you, his hard cock pressed against your thigh. He is desperate to be inside of you but he won’t do it without you telling him you’re ready. “Are you ready?” He asks.

You have heard what to expect, there will be some pain, although you don’t know if that will be the case. You have been riding a horse for too long to expect that your innocence is still intact. You bite your lip and nod, bracing yourself for the rough thrust into your body. “I am ready,”

He nods, shifting his weight onto one arm before he reaches down to grip his cock, positioning himself at your dripping entrance, he looks into your eyes as he pushes slowly into you. He pauses, waiting for any sign of pain, and continues when you don’t cry out. You’re so tight already, taking his breath away.

You have never felt this full. Tilting your head back and moaning softly when his hips are pushed against your pelvis and it feels like his cock is up in your throat. “Oh fuck.” You pant breathlessly. “No wonder there are so many babies.” You murmur, knowing full well that sex is what leads to birthing a child.

Tovar chuckles, nodding in agreement. “I will pull out and spill my seed on your stomach, hermosa. We will not bear a child anytime soon.” He vows, knowing that neither of you live a life conducive to having a child. “You feel marvelous .” He exhales, leaning in to bury his face in your neck.

You groan softly, relieved that he will not get you with child, yet you wonder how it would feel. It’s not like you’ve experienced it before, being filled - or bearing a child. Your legs slide up, wrapping around his thighs as they rest open, his body pinning them apart so he can grind into you deeper. “I- I feel you deep.” You whisper. “So deep inside me.”

Pero pants, closing his eyes as he tries to summon some stamina. You’re so tight and it’s overwhelming, being with a woman he hasn’t paid. Something he hasn’t done in a while. He slowly pulls out of you, pushing back in even slower so you feel all of him. “You are - es cielo.” He rasps, starting a steady pace now that you are okay.

You love the drag of his cock inside you, feeling it pull and push you deeper into the bed. Your nails scrub down his back in pleasure and you moan again. Closing your eyes and feeling him move over you. Turning your head and kissing his shoulder.

He loves this. You aren’t faking any cries or pretending to cum. You are real. This is real. It makes him desperate to feel you cum around him. “Feels better than your self pleasure?” He teases, kissing your neck before he playfully nips the skin.

Gasping when you feel his teeth on your skin, clenching down around his length moving inside you. “Yes.” You admit breathlessly, shamelessly. It is better than anything else and you won’t deny that.

He continues working his cock in and out of you, repeating his bite that made you clamp down on his cock. “Good. It should always feel like this. Never let a man touch you without the intent of giving you pleasure.” He declares, thrusting a little harder and deeper inside of you.

It’s curious that he is telling you this when he freely admits that he does not give the women he pays pleasure. Such a juxtaposition makes you wonder how many other things don’t match up with this mercenary. Instead, you groan in agreement and tighten your legs around him, holding on for the ride.

Thrusting deeper, he groans when your walls flutter around his cock, making him groan out. He shifts, needing you to cum, and reaches between you to rub your clit. “Cum for me hermosa.”

You whine at the extra stimulation, tucking your legs around his and tilting your hips up. “Oh God, Pero.” You whimper quietly, feeling your body start to tense up.

“That’s it. That’s it. Just let go.” He orders, thrusting into you a little harder as he works your clit. When you clamp down on his cock, he grunts and closes his eyes before he opens them, desperate to watch you fall apart beneath him.

Your head tilts back, exposing your throat as you cry out. Stars bursting behind your lids in pleasure. Your body tightens up like a bow string and your walls grip him as your cunt spasms. Making you feel better than you ever had in your life.

He can’t say anything, his mind blank to anything but the sheer pleasure of feeling your cunt grip his cock. Soaking him with your cum. It’s intoxicating and he doesn’t want this to end. He wants to cum but the need to feel you cum again has him working you through it to push you onto the next orgasm.

You can’t believe that he was still going. Most of the women had told you that men were done within moments, if not just a minute. This was more and you were overwhelmed and grateful that it was lasting. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” You squeal when he thrusts roughly and hits something amazing inside you.

Pero thrusts into you, a deep groan escaping his lips, and he needs you to cum again. He pulls out of you abruptly, grabbing your hips to flip you onto your stomach. He straddles your thighs, gripping his drenched cock as he thrusts back into you.

Clawing at the bedding, you cry out again. The angle is different and it’s rougher, faster paced than before. Making you gasp and sob his name while pushing your hips back when his cock drives you down into the bed. “P-p-pero!” Your stuttered squeal is accompanied by your toes curling and you feel your entire body seize up in exquisite pleasure. 

Pero growls, the soft and gentle side of him abandoned as he thrusts deep and hard into you. “Mierda, hermosa. So good. So fucking good.” He growls, his hand reaching for yours and he squeezes as his hips slam against your ass.

You didn’t know a man could be both rough and gentle at the same time. His hand holding yours was sweet while the way that he buries his cock inside your body is anything but. Still, it makes your walls flutter around him and you know you are about to cum again. “Shit, I- Oh Peroooooo!” You practically scream as your orgasm washes over you and every thought but the way he feels shredding up inside you disappears. 

He rests his forehead on your neck as you clamp down around him and soak his cock. “Jesus. So - so - fuck.” He groans at how tight you are. He’s so fucking close and he can’t hold back. Rapidly thrusting his hips, he works you through your own high while seeking his own. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk.” He roars, barely remembering to pull out of you and he doesn’t even have time to wrap his fingers around his cock before he cums, painting his seed over your ass and back while his chest heaves.

Your body trembles, cunt missing the feeling of him filling you up already and you wonder how that would have felt if he had been deep inside you when he came. Panting, you turn your head to rest your cheek on the cool sheets and close your eyes, sighing in complete bliss. “Th-that was - wow.” You giggle breathlessly. 

Pero kisses along your spine as he hovers over you before he shifts to lay down next to you. His fingers stroke your shoulder as he looks at you. “So you enjoyed it?” He teases, loving that you seem so boneless.

You moan in approval as you nod, opening your eyes so you can look at him. “I did.” You admit it easily. “It’s hard not to enjoy it when I get so much pleasure out of it.” You giggle again and struggle slightly to push yourself up to your elbows. “No wonder men spend all their money in the brothels. If it feels half as good as that, I would be there too.”

Pero chuckles, “it depends on the woman. Sometimes, it’s just a release. Tonight, for me, it was pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever known.” He admits with flushed cheeks. He has never felt like this when he touched a woman but you ignited something within him that made him feel like he’s on fire. “You should never settle for a man that won’t make you feel like that.” He reminds you, stroking your cheek.

Humming, your eyes flutter at the soft touch. “Except, I would have to let the man touch me to find out if he brings me pleasure.” You lay back down and his hand follows you, making you close your eyes again and just let him caress you how he pleases. “I should just save myself the trouble of finding another man and bring you.” You find him handsome, he has been kind to you and he is honorable despite being in a position not to be. What more could you ask for in a man?

“Is that an offer?” He asks, trying to act playful but his heart flips in his chest. If you would accompany him, he would protect you. 

You offer him a soft smile and he swears he would follow you anywhere if you looked at him like this. “And if it is?” You counter, making him smirk. 

“Then I would accept. I’d be happy to accompany you wherever you want. My sword is yours, hermosa. You simply need to say yes. You could continue pretending to be a man or you can dress however you want. I’ll protect you either way.” He promises, cupping your cheek

“Would you still want to roam, to sell your sword?” You ask softly, knowing he might not want to give up his life as it is now. “I want to return home and tend to the garden that has lain fallow since my father’s death, and air out the cottage he built.” You wonder if that kind of life would appeal to him. “Sleep in a warm bed every night and have cover from storms.” 

Pero ponders it for a moment. He imagines it, tending the land for you, repairing the cottage and lighting the fire at the end of the day before he gives you pleasure. Or he can continue riding the lands, selling his sword despite being of an advanced age, his back starting to ache and his hair going gray. Pero always knew he’d die in battle but he imagines dying in a warm bed, surrounded by a family. Perhaps you could give that to him. “I think I would like that too.” He responds hesitantly, biting his lip.

Your smile is wide, making you lean in and press your lips to his and soothing his teeth from the bottom. “You will enjoy it.” You promise. “There is plenty of game in the woods to hunt.” You smirk. “Plus the creek is nearby to make sure we take baths often.” 

“That sounds wonderful, hermosa. Perhaps, we can continue sharing a room?” He teases, leaning in to kiss you once more. “I want you to be mine. I will protect you, cherish you, and pleasure you.” He promises, “I want to make you happy.”

You sigh happily and nod. “I want that.” You tell him softly. “I am inviting you back to my father’s house to build a life with me if you are willing. Perhaps children one day?” You ask, lifting your brow in question. He might not want children, even if he had talked about a family earlier. 

Nodding, Pero smiles at you. “I’d like that. A life together. A family. You’re a firecracker and I know you will keep me on my toes. I don’t want a boring life, hermosa. I want a life I can look back on when I die and know it was lived to its full potential. I know you can help me achieve that. I want to be yours, you be mine. I don’t have much but I can offer you my body, my mind, and eventually, sometime soon,” He predicts, “my heart.”

That surprises you but you smile back at the man you had been hesitant to share a room with just a couple of days before. “I will offer you the same thing.” You promise him. “We will look back and laugh at how we met later on. Sharing a room has turned into so much more.”

He chuckles, nodding in agreement once more. “My future wife was dressed as a man when I first met her.” He hums in amusement. “I pray you don’t bind these beautiful tits anymore. I want to have easy access to them.” 

He rolls you over so he can attach his lips to your nipple, making you moan. Pero is ready to make you cum again. He will have to give more coins to the innkeeper to allow him another two days to satisfy his future wife. He never imagined that sharing a room with a strange man would lead to his life changing forever. Pero is not a Godly man but he will forever be thankful for you coming into his life.

#pedro pascal #pero tovar #pero tovar smut #pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar imagine #tovar the great wall #tovar x reader #tovar x you #tovar x f!reader #tovar smut #tovar imagine #tovar fanfiction

[onboardsorasora]

Sora, hear me out. What do you think about MobWife!Daniel AU?

Bestie... I feel like you knew I was trying to sidestep this and you put it in my path like a rock or a banana peel for me to trip over. I know you did! you know what? I saw it and I still tripped because I am clumsy!

So far I don't have many thots on mob wife Daniel, only like a visual vibe. I wish I could draw or do digital art because I think he would be breathtaking. either way, here is some of my vibe written down.

Mob wife Daniel would 1000% be Renault era Daniel. There’s just a level of cunt he served in 2019 that cannot be spoken about enough. Gucci all day, because he is a Gucci boy. He wears his fave rings and chains all the time. He’s always dressed so nicely– even if it's a big tshirt and shorts. He always looks put together and fuckable.

He’d be married to Christian, he got married young like a good Italian boy to someone who would take care of him. And Christian does take care of him, Daniel knows about the business but he doesn’t get his hands dirty. He’s an unknown secret keeper, he knows where the safehouses are and there are accounts in his name in case the feds try anything.

He’s also fucking Max, his new bodyguard.

Christian takes care of all of his needs and Max takes care of the ones Christian forgets about. 

Christian knows about Max– he has eyes everywhere– but Christian wants Daniel to be happy, and if this makes him happy then so be it. Besides, Max is a ruthless killer so he also wants to keep him happy.

They’d probably argue about dumb shit, and Daniel isn’t afraid to get loud because he knows Christian won’t hurt him. Because Max won’t let him. It’s a fucked up polycule where Daniel gets everything he wants– as he should.

I imagine one of the arguments is like at dinner time and Christian is complaining about how someone never did a good job with keeping a hit quiet and Daniel is annoyed because he didn’t want to hear about it because they had better things to talk about– like going on a trip.

“Christian please! All day I watched Marta slave over this dinner and all you can talk about his fuckin Jev. Look, we made your favourite! Did you even like notice that? No! Jeepers!” Daniel throws his napkin down and gets up, his chains glint in the soft light. Christian stares at the long line of his throat and the small hollow of his clavicle. Christian leans back in his chair and rests an elbow on the arm.

“Are you finished?”

“No! Because you promised– just like you promised me a vacation but here we fuckin’ are.” Daniel puts his hands on his hips. Max continues eating his meal between them.

“Where do you want to go?” Christian asks, because it was easier to give Daniel what he truly wanted. 

“You said we’d go to Seychelles. I even bought new swimsuits.” Daniel doesn’t exactly whine, but he does pout and bat his eyelashes. Max bites back his snort, Christian catches it of course.

“How’d they look?” Christian asks Max, nodding over to him. 

“You’d like them.” Max confirms. He doesn’t need to tell Christian that Daniel sucked his dick while trying them on. 

“Put them on for me tonight, if I like em we can go to Seychelles.” Christian bargains, he watches the slow grin that takes over Daniel’s beautiful face. Daniel saunters over and kisses Christian filthily before walking away. Christian, of course, swats his ass as he goes.

Of course Daniel gets what he wants and Christian’s assistant books the trip. Christian might be always busy, but he makes time for Daniel. They don’t always fuck, but when they do, Daniel is a docile dove afterward. Because Christian knows how Daniel likes to be fucked, he knows what makes his wife happy. 

part 2?

#thats all I have to say #(for now? who knows with me) #but this wasn't at all where I thought about going with this until I got here lol #actually considered having Daniel be married to Lewis.. #anyway mob wife dan #maxiel #max/daniel #christian/daniel #hornciardo? what is their ship name? #almost fic #ficlet #mobwife daniel #answered #anonymous

[sooniebby]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

All are for bottom male reader!

𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗠𝗘/𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗔

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

→ Something with the moonlight

Katsuki finds a mermaid that wants to fuck. (NSFW, breeding, creampie, reader has a cunt in human form, use of pussy/cunt, weird mermaid butthole)

𝗜𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮

→ Punishment

Iida has enough of your attitude. (Smut Drabble, size kink, hair pulling, brat taming, spanking)

𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶

→ Two is better than one

Denki and Shoto find out you’ve been fucking them both. (NSFW, Degradation, spanking)

𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂

→ Best friend’s big brother

Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants. (NSFW, breeding/creampie)

→ Virgin Sweater

m!reader who cross dresses and gets caught by Izuku. (NSFW, creampie)

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼 𝗛𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

→ First Time

First time with Hitoshi’s big dick. (NSFW, size kink, creampie)

→ For me?

Yandere Hitoshi. He wants you so bad… (Smut Drabble, size kink, a/b/o, creampie, breeding, semi-public sex)

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼

→ Two is better than one

Denki and Shoto find out you’ve been fucking them both. (NSFW, Degradation, spanking)

𝐂𝐒𝐌

𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗺

→ Can we make a family?

Beam wants to make a family with you <3. (NSFW, somno, breeding)

𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶

→ Never had sex before?!

Cringy idiots have sex for the first time. (NSFW, creampie)

→ Belong only to me, please

Yandere Denji who needs you and only you. (NSFW, creampie, feminization)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲 / 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮

→ Helping out your boss

His rut is coming and being a good assistant, you help out. (Smut Drabble, trans m reader, semi public sex, creampie, breeding, use of cunt and pussy)

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲

→ Jealousy

Kenma comes to terms with his feelings for you. (SFW)

𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼

→ Dummy

Being an idiot, Kuroo just loves to see you so stupid. (NSFW, creampie)

𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘂

→ Office breeding

Being such a cute hybrid, how could he ignore you? (NSFW, creampie, breeding, size kink)

𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮 𝗞𝗶𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶

→ Are you stupid?

Sakusa’s fans found out about you. (SFW)

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

→ Turned on

You get horny after sugawara’s game. (NSFW, creampie)

𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗲𝗶

→ Yakuza Boyfriend

Your looks cause some fear in Karasuno. (SFW)

𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗪𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

→ Lucky charm

His perfect lucky charm… he just has to give you some praise. (Smut Drabble, size kink, light choking, semi-public sex)

𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶

→ Babysitter

You’re Megumi’s babysitter… (NSFW, ftm reader, breeding, manhandling, size kink, creampie, slight feminization)

𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

→ You piss me off

Alpha Geto wants to show you how it feels to be an omega. (NSFW, a/b/o, creampie)

𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂

→ First time?

Gojo finds out that you were masturbating to him. (Smut Drabble, creampie, spanking, lit size kink)

→ Congrats!

You win a call to your favorite camboy!! Only to find out you’re his first ever male winner. Pt. 1. (NSFW, praise, dirty talk)

→ Tell me you’re mine

Gojo keeps going after you, and you can’t seem to say no to him. Pt. 2. (NSFW, praise, creampie, size kink, rough sex)

𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼

→ Overtime

Overtime leads to creampies. (Smut Drabble, creampie, office sex, sir kink, trans m reader)

→ Ditzy Brat

Nanami gives you the perfect birthday present (NSFW, brat taming, creampie, impact play, trans m reader)

𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻

→ Shrine Keeper

You’re now Sukuna’s shrine keeper. (NSFW, trans m reader, double penetration, breast play, creampie, dom/sub)

𝗭𝗲𝗻’𝗶𝗻 𝗡𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮

→ My husband

Naoya finally treats you like a lover. (Smut Drabble, creampie, degradation, use of cunt, trans m reader)

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

→ Learn the hard way

You’re Ashley’s big brother and soon realize you should’ve left the rescue to the pros. (Sfw)

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿

→ Bathroom stall

First time in a movie theatre bathroom 🫶🏼 (Smut Drabble, creampie, spanking, semi public sex)

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗬𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗻

→ First Meet

Day he meet you… got a boner <3 (nsfw)

→ Shower Job

You’re so dumb… but so cute (nsfw, dumbification, degradation)

→ Boob Job

Getting used as a toy <3 (NSFW, dumbification, degradation, feminization, praise)

→ My housewife <;3

Wearing a apron, just for him. (NSFW, dumbification, feminization, praise)

→ On the Nurse’s bed

Yubin takes care of your little booboo <3 (NSFW, feminization, lite degradation)

→ Big titty hyung (fan work)

Written by @flurrina

𝗙𝗮 𝗬𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻

→ First meet

The lost of someone great led to the love of your life. (NSFW, light nipple play, anal fingering, rimming)

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 “𝗝𝗮𝗲” 𝗘𝘂𝗻-𝗝𝗮𝗲

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

→ Drunk (fan work)

Written by @sauvhffp

𝗧𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗬𝘂𝘁𝗮

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗥𝗶𝗸𝗶

→ First meet

A mating chase, just for you. (NSFW, a/b/o)

→ Our first night

Your first night together. A kiss…? How about a dildo? (NSFW, a/b/o, phone sex)

→ Breeding time (non canon)

Non canon to original plot. Your heat leads to some nice breeding. (NSFW, a/b/o, breeding, biting, creampie)

Will be having a revamp…

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 “𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆” 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻

→ The Real Top

Marcus has to let people know, mainly you, that he isn’t some bottom (NSFW, praise, voyeurism, semi-public sex)

𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗮

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

𝗫𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴

→ Discovery

You learn a random guy in your class is.. very interested in you… (NSFW)

→ Caught Red-Handed

Xavier knows you’re little secret (NSFW)

All OC stories are connected to a linear story unless stated otherwise.

Twt links for OCs :3

Non canon — written by me

Fan work — written by someone else

#bottom male reader #x male reader #original character #bnha x male reader #csm x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #jjk x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #uke male reader #male reader #x male reader smut #yandere x male reader

[gretavanlace]

Decorum and Refinement

Jake Kiszka/Oliver Reed x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, degradation, praise, foreign objects, fingering, oral sex (f/m r), terrible English accent/diction (bc come on, it’s Oliver), etc.

“Do you think you guys’ll ever do the whole masterclass thing again?” The thought, that has been bouncing around in your mind for most of the drive home, spills from your lips before you have a chance to think better of it.

His head swivels over in your direction, but you keep your eyes on the road. “I dunno.” Lazily, he sips at the whiskey he shouldn’t be enjoying in the passenger seat. “Why? That’s a strange question.”

“You would know.” You smile, stealing a quick glance over at him. He looks sinful, relaxed back in his seat, legs spread wide, cut-crystal glass he stole from Josh’s sweating in his hand.

“Why would I know?” He grins back. “Are you trying to imply that I’m strange?”

“No!” Your inflection is exaggerated to showcase the lie. “Would I ever say something like that about you, Jake? My beloved. My prince. Love of my life. Keeper of my—“

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, cutting you off. “And stop dodging. Why’d you ask?”

Now it’s your turn to shrug. “Just making conversation.”

“That’s not true at all.” He challenges. “You never speak just to make noise. Like that about you. Now, out with it.”

“Cal.” You sigh dreamily. “That chef’s hat really does it for me. And when he yelled at the fly? The aggression? Irresistible!”

“Yeah?” He’s in on the joke and playing along. “Verbal attacks against insects kink? Wonder if there’s a name for that?”

“Oh sure…there’s a convention every year, too. You should come scream at some ants with me.”

He takes a long swig of his drink, draining it to the dredges and then lowers his tone. “Yes, thank you, darling. That sounds lovely.”

A shiver tickles up your spine as Oliver peeks out, but he pretends not to notice, and you pretend it hasn’t happened.

You’re safe with Jake, and he is always more than willing to dip into uncharted waters with you…but it’s inexplicably embarrassing; this thing you have for his ridiculous alter-ego.

The way he speaks, so grizzled and rough. Seemingly hardened from years of cigars and Jack. Harsh and clipped, unbothered by anyone’s bullshit.

The swagger in his walk, like he knows everyone in the room wants to fuck him and he hasn’t the time to deal with them, but he’ll give ‘em a bit of a show anyway.

The accent. Even though it’s barely passable at times. A cobbled together mix of dialect he’s picked up through movies and travel, and bits that don’t really make much sense at all, at times. But even that seems terribly Oliver. As if he’s said, “Well, alright then, I’m English, but I’m not like the rest of these cunts.”

That stupid cane. That stupid, unbelievably sexy, fucking cane.

~

Now, standing in your kitchen, sifting through a stack of mail, you wonder where he’s gone. Normally he’s a touch clingy after he’s had a round or two, or seven, with his brothers, but he disappeared nearly as soon as the two of you walked in the door.

Likely to his music room to pluck away at an acoustic. Winding down for the night with a vinyl spinning softly in the corner. You’ll go and find him soon, maybe lie down on the crushed velvet couch and let him play you to sleep.

The thought, too cozy to resist, sends you wandering up the stairs, only to find the room dark and quiet. He isn’t there, but the room is so Jake, you’re drawn inside anyway.

It smells of him. The piney scent of gin and sap-dripping trees, beaten up leather, linen, metallic strings…

You wander through, ghosting your fingers over instruments in the moonlight streaming through the windows he fought to leave untreated. “No curtains in this one.” He’d argued. “We’ll let the outside in as it sees fit.”

Your touch lands on a row of guitars, lightly skimming the tops. Electric, acoustic, steel…then moves along to the nomads. The instruments he loves, but leaves to lie in wait. Ukulele, banjo, mandolin, lute, sitar…

A gorgeous, posh, cello waits in the corner regally. He swears one day he’ll teach himself to play it. Just as he promises of the violin resting, beautifully neglected, in its case.

You don’t fault or tease him for these two…if the instrument boasts strings, Jake is drawn to it and hungry to take it home.

“Look at this!” The memory fondly floats into your mind. “It’s called a Balalaika!” He’d reached out for your hand, guiding you to strum over it. “It’s Russian…I ordered it from that place downtown months ago, and it finally came in…listen.” A jaunty little tune had sounded out as his fingers excitedly worked it over.

A soft knock on the open door startles you out of your thoughts and sends you spinning around to find Jake leaning against the door frame.

Only, it isn’t Jake. Not quite…

“So sorry to scare you, love,” He raps the end of his cane against the wooden floor absentmindedly, “But I thought I’d let you know that Jacob is, unfortunately, indisposed for the evening. He thought I might keep you company instead.”

He figured it out. Worked to connect the pieces in that brilliant, pretty head of his. Of course he did.

Gaze drinking him in, you feel parched rather than satiated…he looks like a drunken pirate who has done his best to look presentable for an event at which he fully plans on creating a scene.

Rumpled vest layered over a wrinkled button-up, which is anything but buttoned up. Layers of necklaces swaying gently against his bare chest. Cuffed trousers that highlight the anklet that drives you wild, though you can’t decide why. Scuffed, but clearly expensive loafers made of buttery soft leather…worn out in the most perfect way.

“Look all you like, darling.” He sighs, waving his hand around as though he’s royalty, “I am merely a gallery for the female gaze. Male, too, come to think of it. I suppose I just like to be looked at.”

Your cheeks flush with heat…this is silly, right? So why is your pulse pounding in your ears? Amongst other places… “Jake,”

He saunters forward and tilts your chin up with the glossy handle of his cane “I’m sorry, but I’ve already told you. Jake’s not here. Try and keep up, girl, ‘right?”

Hands now clutched around the lapels of his vest you tuck your chin submissively against his cane and finally allow it to sigh off of your tongue… “Hello, Oliver.”

“Hello, love.” He raises your face a touch higher, until he can brush his lips over yours. “If I wasn’t so fond of our boy, I might fuck his pretty thing right here. His favorite room…his favorite girl,” He reaches down and cups his warm palm over your cunt, “Wouldn’t that be bloody dreadful of me?”

“I won’t tell him.” You breathe, sinking into the narrative.

“Oh, I’ve got a wretched little witch in my arms, don’t I?” he’s walking you backwards now, leading you towards the wall. “Willing to let Oliver slip it inside like a common whore when Jacob just loves you so much? Naughty. Disgusting. Vile.”

The air knocks out of your lungs as your back hits the wall. “Dirty girl thinks she needs a bit of cock, when what she really needs is a priest to absolve her of all this sin. Shall I call Father Sam? You can repent and say your Hail Marys and then ruin all your hard work on your knees for me.”

“Fuck repenting…” your legs wrap around his waist, searching for friction. “I’ll go to hell and burn for you.”

“Wonderful,” he takes pity and grinds against your cunt. “I’ll see you there…we’ll rot together.”

His hand is wandering down now, between the two of you, seeking to disappear into your jeans, which you wish would also disappear. “Jake…please, just fucking touch me.”

“Now, now…” he tsks. “That’s all wrong, innit it, girl? Can you say it right for me? Behave for Oliver and stop thinking with your head, hmm? Think with that pretty cunt… my bet’s she knows who she wants.”

A noise you would absolutely die if you ever had to admit to, sounds out of you. “Touch me, Oliver…please…I need it…”

His fingers inch away from where you need them most, “Where?” He circles your belly button. “Right here? You know, I’m bit drunk, darling…a touch inebriated. So sorry to ask, but, I’ll need you to be specific.”

Another moan of frustration escapes you.

“C’mon then…” now his hands are shoving your shirt up. “Tell Oliver what you need.” He tugs your tits free and a raspy laugh greets them like he’s never laid eyes upon them before “Hello, dolls. Beautiful.”

His mouth is suddenly relentless. Licking and sucking and groaning softly against your nipples as you pant and silently pray for his cock to force him into further action.

“Tell me where.” He mouths around your nipple.

“You know where.” Your hands are in his hair now…tugging and pulling.

He drops to his knees and yanks your jeans down to your ankles, taking your panties along with them. “Well hello, lovely girl.” He growls out, nuzzling his nose against your clit. “Name’s Oliver, and I’m about to show you a fucking fantastic time.”

You’re propped against a wall, in this seemingly sacred room where he creates, writhing and whining with your panties at your feet while he carries on a little conversation with your aching pussy. You wish you could say that you feel badly for it, but you’ve never been the best liar.

“You’ve met my mate Jacob…” he continues. “Nice enough, but…” his tongue swirls over your clit and a sob rips from your chest. “Bit upper crust, isn’t he?”

“Darling…” He looks up, drawing you into the conversation he’s been having with your desperate cunt.

“Our Jakey…does he do this for you? Does he get on his knees to kiss her as sweet as she deserves?” His eyes, clear and unashamed of the depravity of it all, stare up at you.

“Yes…” it trembles out weakly as you try your hardest to force him in closer.

“Ahh…” he sounds very proud of Jake, indeed. “That’s my boy.”

Momentarily, you adopt an accent of your own. “He’s lovely, Oliver. Now, give us a kiss.”

“M’only regret is that I’ve shaved.” He drags his finger over his smooth jawline and kisses at your clit. “Might’ve been nice to smell as pretty as you do all night.”

“Couldn’t find the beard?” You tease breathily.

He winks up at you in confirmation and promptly buries his face between your thighs, sucking softly until your legs are struggling under the weight of your quivering body.

“Take me over to the couch.” You whisper, imagining the gentle kiss of velvet against your flushed skin.

“Sofa.” He corrects as though he’s lord of the manor. Then he’s on his feet, sweeping you off of yours, as if you are the lady of said manor. “You damned Americans. Common. The lot of you.”

He deposits you tenderly, but orders roughly, “Let’s get rid of this nonsense…” gesturing dismissively at your state - half-dressed and disheveled. “I’d like to get on with it.”

His cane has somehow found its way home, nestled in his grip. He catches you staring at it as you hastily strip as instructed.

“That was a mistake, girl…” he taunts. “You should learn to hold those filthy cards closer to your chest. Spread your legs, love. Let Oliver see tonight’s stage.” He bows gently, “I am but a thespian.”

You open wide for him, spreading until your hips flare with a dull ache. “Please, Mr. Reed…make me feel good. Jake never has to know.”

“I think someone who’s about to fuck herself with my cane deserves to address me a little less formally, don’t you, darling?”

The smug smile swept across his lips makes you want to cry tears of frustration…he is just so fucking beautiful. Instead, you moan wantonly at the mere thought.

“Nasty little bit likes that, doesn't she?” He’s really leaning into it now. “Wants Oliver’s cane right in her sweet, pink, cunt? You look so tight, think you can even take it, love?”

He speaks as if he’s never been inside you before…fingers tucked in, fucking against the perfect spot. Cock stuffed inside, making you see stars and wishing for it to never end.

He returns the nod you offer.

“Right then,” he tosses the cane at you and you, thankfully, catch it like a pro. “On with it.”

You’re so lost in him you begin inching the bottom closer to yourself, but he puts a quick stop to it. “No, sweetheart, what’s been on the ground doesn’t deserve the perfection you’ve got there between those thighs. Handle, yeah?”

Eyes on his, you guide the handle to your mouth, licking and sucking it as if you aren’t already so dripping wet it’ll slip right inside.

“Thank you, Oliver.” You fix your fucked out doe eyes on his blushing face.

“What for, little love?” He asks - a bit of cockney coloring that ramshackle accent of his.

“For letting me use your cane.” You clarify with put-on innocence. “I just need to cum so badly.”

“S’that right?” He taps his foot, pupils blown as he moves in closer. “Pretty thing just needs to cum so badly?”

“So badly.” The cool handle of his cane begins nudging at your entrance.

“Go on, then, Miss America…” he rasps. “Let’s treat her right, shall we? Together? Can’t have you running back to tell Jacob I made you do all the work, now can I?”

“Thought we weren’t telling Jacob?” You smile softly.

“Oh, my dear girl.” He smiles right back. “You think he doesn’t know your body well enough to know when you’ve gotten off properly? Even when you’re all alone and you think it’s a secret. He knows, love…he knows.”

“How does he know?” You slip his cane inside and bite back a whimper.

“I’m not exactly in the habit of asking him about his beautiful girl and how he knows when she’s enjoyed an orgasm…but I s’pose I could guess if you’d like.”

“Yeah…” your back arches away from the couch as you slide against a particularly sensitive spot inside with his cane. Fuck, with his cane…the vulgarity of it makes you tremble.

“Alright then, love…” he sinks to his knees before you and kitten licks at your clit. “If I had to make an educated guess - and I’m very educated - I’d venture that you might get a bit…loose limbed, yeah? Languid and gentle. The prettiest baby…”

“Whose fucking baby is this?!” You interject, with the smallest of giggles, because you just can’t help it, and he gives you a look that could kill.

“Settle down.” His fingers swat at your thigh just hard enough to sting.

“Did I ruin the mood?” You tease.

In response, he slides his cane out, replacing it with two long, warm, fingers to find you soaked and squeezing. “Doesn’t feel like you’ve ruined anything at all. What a pretty little wreck she is. How’s Jakey boy ever get anything done?”

Your hands are buried in his hair again, yanking him in until his mouth is kissing, soft and hot, along your neck. “I have to force him to leave me alone. He wants it all the time.”

His fingers are moving inside of you like heaven…circling and massaging against that perfect place, rather than fucking in and out. “S’that right? Just wants to live buried inside this tight little cunt, does he? Can’t say I blame him.”

Grinding shamelessly into his hand, you pitch your voice gentle and quiet, in the way you know he can’t resist “You wanna fuck me and find out why?”

“You couldn’t handle it, darling.” His teeth sink deliciously into your throat until you shudder and pull at fistfuls of his tangled hair. “Oliver’s not got a gentle bone in his body. I’d tear Jacob's pretty girl apart.”

Your shoulders shiver, his voice, like cashmere over sandpaper, huffing so menacingly in your ear. “Oh, someone likes that…” you can hear the half-smirk in his tone, though your eyes have fluttered closed.

“Tell Oliver how much your pretty cunt loves him already. Does she, darling?” You can’t help the way you clench around his fingers any more than you can help the ragged sound that gasps from your parted lips. “Hmm, feels like she does. I said, tell me.”

Tears are burning in your eyes, he’s gotten you so close, but he’s holding back just enough to keep you right there, watching you intently, eyes trained for your body’s tells.

“I need more,” the tears are falling now, and you know he adores every single one of them. “Need to cum.”

Instead, he slows down even more and lessens the pressure. “Does he let you act like a brat, or’s the pleasure all mine? I asked you for something, and I expect you to give it to me.”

“Yes…” you nod frantically, lifting your head to find his eyes. He offers a lazy wink like a smug bastard. “She loves you, Oliver.”

But it isn’t good enough. “Who loves me?”

“My cunt…” you rush on, eager to give him what he wants in order to get what you’re after. “She loves you. Now, please, baby…c’mon.”

“S’right she does. Just look at her soaking my hand so pretty. Sucking my fingers in. Greedy little baby, isn’t she?”

“Please?” You whine pathetically and he hums in approval.

“Love a girl with manners.” He’s teasing now, with both his words and too gentle touch. “Reminds me of a someone I used to know, she’d beg so nicely for my cum whenever she was thirsty.”

Your nails dig into his wrist in warning and it sparks a laugh out of him. “Jacob didn’t tell me you had such a jealous streak, girl. I like that very much.”

Finished with his games, you reach down and find your clit, stroking quick, slick circles over it. Writhing and panting, trying to get there before he stops you.

Rather than scolding, he praises, as his fingers begin moving with a purpose deep inside you. “That’s it, darling. So pretty. Show me what a filthy girl you are. Take what you need.”

“Faster…” you breathe, barely making a sound as your head drops back, expression twisted up in bliss. “Fuck me faster.”

His hand quickens, working into you at a lightning fast pace until your thighs are shaking and the nails of your free hand are raking over the upholstery.

Here, love…” he hands you his cane to grip instead. “Let’s not ruin the velvet, right?”

All thought has sizzled apart in your brain, so you nod aimlessly and grab it up in your frantic grip, squeezing around it so hard it stings your palm, though you don’t much register it.

“Gonna cum,” you manage to whisper.

“Let’s have it then.” He encourages, reaching up to stroke your cheek as he twists his wrist, scissoring those perfect fingers inside your fluttering cunt. “Come on, darling, let’s go.”

That’s what does it. It isn’t his hand, or even your own, that finally pushes you over the edge, it’s those gravley, coaxing words, in that fucking addicting accent. It’s Oliver, he’s what does it.

A near scream moans out of you, and he’s suddenly wrenching the cane out of your hand, only to place it between your teeth; a makeshift bit as he growls into your ear. “Keep quiet, girl. What if he’s back? Wouldn’t want him to hear your cumming all over Oliver’s hand like a whore, would you?”

You thrash and fight through your orgasm beneath him, teeth sinking marks into the wood stifling your incoherent cries.

“S’good, sweetheart. That’s lovely. Plan to shut that pretty mouth up with my cock next. Would you like that? Has he throat trained his gorgeous girl yet? Will you be able to swallow me right down?”

He knows you’re too gone to answer, he’s simply winding you tighter, working you through, but keeping you stirred up enough that you’ll be eager to suck him off rather than float off to sleep, after. Clever, devious, delectable, man.

You’ve pushed him away and fallen to your knees the second you can breathe again.

“Love a pretty girl on her knees.” He muses, brushing the hair away from your blushing face. “My cock hurts from watching you. You’re a dream when you cum, love.”

The metal of his belt clinks into the room like wind chimes as you pull it open. “Can I fix it?”

His response comes lazing out, thick with accent, with a Jack Sparrow wave of his hand “You may.”

You pull his cock into the cool night air and sigh, “Its so pretty.” And it is, it really fucking is.

Licking a warm, wet stripe along the side, you end with a swirl just below the tip, smiling when a shiver rattles through him.

“Is that the spot right there, Oliver?” You purr as if you don’t know. “Does that feel good?”

“Perfect, darling.” A tiny pant of a breath escapes him, making you crave more.

Sucking him in softly with a warm kiss, you wait until his hands find your hair with a tug, and then swallow him down to the base - allowing a gag just to let him feel your throat constrict around him.

With a choked groan, he holds your head still and buries in a little deeper. “So he did train you…or is this natural talent?”

He knows the answer as well as you. And you flush with heat at the countless memories of him nudging further and further down your throat; gently teaching you how to take a bit more each night until you could welcome him in one go without batting an eye.

Still, he pulls you off and tilts your head up by your hair, raising a brow in question.

“He taught me.” You blink up innocently. “I didn’t know how before, but he was so patient with me while I learned. Let me show you.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Jake appears for just a split second before he shakes it off.

Back in character now, he pulls you back down around him. “Go on, then, love. Swallow it down nice and sweet.”

You pull out every stop, every trick in the book. Every little thing that has ever made him moan in surprise, or thrust into your mouth…he gets it.

Your nose is pressed against the soft plush of his stomach when his fingers tighten in your hair. “That’s so good, darling. You’re so good. Gonna hold you still, fuck that pretty face, that alright, love?”

You nod eagerly around him and swallow just to feel his body tense up in pleasure. You get your wish and beam inwardly with pride.

“Did that on purpose, dinnit you, girl?” He hisses, grabbing for the upper hand. “You’re gonna get it now.”

He taps your face, a subtle reminder of how you should tap if you need to stop, and then - without warning, begins fucking your mouth. It’s hard, and deep, and fast, and sloppy…wet sounds that should make you blush echoing through the room. It’s dirty and slightly uncomfortable. It’s all of those things, but it’s perfect.

Staring down at you, with eyes so full of love and lust it makes your heart ache, he nods. “Good girl, darling. Good girl. You look like a bloody angel, cock down your throat, letting me fuck it like this. You just want to make me feel good, don’t you?”

You answer with your eyes.

“S’right, love.” He slides in deep and groans in appreciation when you ripple your tongue. “Again.”

Tongue working him as best you can, you let him hold you there until your lungs are screaming for air. He pulls you off when he feels the slight struggle, lets you catch your breath and then shoves right back in.

When his thrusts begin to falter you grow desperate to taste him, but at the last minute, he yanks free, one hand still tangled in the roots of your hair, the other fisting over his cock.

“Open up.” He demands, sounding weak, and so close you could cry you want it so badly.

Your mouth falls open, and you present your tongue in waiting.

“Gonna feed it to you, girl.” He pants, gritting his teeth. “Would you like that? You want to taste me?”

Resting your hands primly in your lap, you nod. “Yes, please.”

Your little display of innocent decorum while asking for something so depraved sends his end crashing into him wildly. He jerks his cock roughly through it, warm cum spurting into your mouth and splashing across your cheeks and lips.

Accepting it all, happily, you wait until his shoulders slump with a drawn out fuck, before closing your mouth to savor him.

He stares down at you for a long, smoldering, stretch and then tucks himself away before leaning in. “Looks like I’ve made a mess. I’ve been known to do that, y’know. Apologies.”

With a kiss, though your lips are still dripping with him, he straightens and stretches. “You wait here, darling. I’ll go fetch Jacob to clean you up. Not really Oliver’s thing. You understand.”

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[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 6

“That’s so fucking hot.” - Garreth Weasley X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

769 words

For his internship Garreth had taken a part time job in Hogsmeade helping none other than J Pippin run and clean up around his shop. While Garreth’s hours were limited, he’d gained loads of experience helping out and helping brew large batches of potions.

After a while of working there the shop owner had gotten more comfortable leaving Garreth for longer stints of time at the shop by himself. By now the shop owner usually took around an hour lunch break and would come back to everything still in perfect order.

It just so happened today, during the time the shop keeper had gone out, his very pretty girlfriend was stopping by. Garreth had laid in bed on more than one occasion and thought about what would happen if she stopped by and gave him some afternoon delight while at work.

Today they’d finally planned it. She would show up a few minutes after the owner left, he’d lock the door for a few minutes while they got up to their nonsense and she’d be pleased and long gone well before the lunch break was ever over.

Everything had gone smoothly. She’d slipped in when nobody was in the shop and he’d peeked around outside before locking the door behind her and carrying her to the stool beside the potions station in the back.

He could feel her heart racing in her chest and knew exactly what she was feeling. The adrenaline rush mixed with the anxiety of being caught in a place they shouldn’t be fooling about. But it also made the situation that much more exciting.

She quickly moved from the stool and leaned over the empty potions station, pulling up her skirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His mouth practically watered when she ran her delicate fingers through her folds, slick coating her fingers as she spread herself and showed him how wet she was. “C-can you take me just like this, over the potions station?”

He needed no other invitation, quickly moving behind her and undoing his belt and trousers. He shoved them down just below his waist, left to hang around his thighs as his worked his swelling hip through her juices.

She gasped already, anticipating the lovely fullness Garreth would provide her with shortly enough. Soon he was slowly pushing in, her pussy taking him so well as he pushed into her tightness.

He groaned, tossing his head back as he slid into her inch by delicious inch. “Merlin, your fucking cunt it’s taking me so fucking well. Your little pussy is stretching open so well around my cock.”

She whimpered when his hips were flush with hers. His erection was seated deeply within her walls, her tight opening giving way to him as if it was her job to take his cock.

She whimpered when he slowly pulled out, seeing him looking down at the spot they were joined, watching her walls regretfully let him slide out. “The amount of times I’ve thought about fucking you just like this over this potions bench. Now every time I make a brew I’m gonna think about how good your little cunt looks wrapped around me.”

She whimpered as he plunged back in, jostling the station a bit in the process. He chuckled at her mixture of a shocked gasp and a needy whine.

He slowly sped up till she was arching and begging to cum, he teased her a bit before finally allowing her to cum. The tightness of her walls and the thought of finally taking her like this was enough to drag him over the edge along with her.

Once he’d filled her with his essence he pulled out, a mixture of their fluids dripping down her thighs, a bit dripping to the floor below as she looked back at him with rosy cheeks and a fucked out expression.

He couldn’t help but stand there, mesmerized at how incredible she looked like this. It blew his fantasies of this moment right out of the water. This image of her dripping his cum would forever be burned into his mind. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He stood there in awe till she turned away in embarrassment. He finally conjured her a damp towel and cleaned up between her legs so she could make it back to school without being a complete mess.

Once she was gone he quickly cleaned up where their mess had dripped out of her before unlocking the door and resuming sitting at the counter with a small smirk, making his potion labels as if nothing had ever happened.

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[sanjoongie]

Library of Illusions~ Restricted Section

Don't you love me?

📚Final Part for the Library Of Illusions Event 📚Pairing: Yandere! Hongjoong x Darling! Reader (f) 📚Genre: Fantasy au, Yandere au, established relationship 📚Warnings: YANDERE THEMES!!! Do not read if you are squeamish about obsession, crossing personal boundaries, mentions of torture, death, pervert!hongjoong, consensual somnophilia, use of toys, nipple play, jerking off, hongjoong likes to push his nose into your panties/crotch, oral (f receiving), shower sex, consensual non consent (roleplay), creampie, cum eating, broken hearts, angst/not happy ending 📚Word Count: 3,063 📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut 📚Summary: at last you are reunited with your lost lover but with a twist 📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, the best beta readers a writer could bribe have 📚A/N: this was quite the journey and story to spin. I want to thank everyone who listened to me whine about this and also who read it and appreciated my version of the library of illusions 💞

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If you thought the library was impressive, it almost dwarfed the impression you had from the restricted section. For as long as the eye could see, and further still, were books. Where the library had shelves, this room was simply stacks, haphazardly piled like they weren’t worth the time to carefully put away. The books had names on the spines but they were not story titles, but first and last names. How odd.

"Hongjoong? My love?" You tried not to let him show how much his death affected you. Hongjoong would have wanted you to be happy.

Hongjoong appeared out of nowhere, his arms thrown open. "Darling, at long last."

"How long have you waited for me? I swore if I has known sooner!--"

Hongjoong shook his head but still sounded very vague. "Your path was as it was meant to be. You went where you were destined to step."

"I just have to find the artifact and then we will be together once again." You pasted on a shaky smile.

Hongjoong gestured towards a pedestal. "The book."

You shook your head. You should have realized the artifact was a book. This was the library of illusion after all. This book was leather bound, its edges burnt and torn. It looked like it had been dragged through hell and back. You wondered if the artifact perhaps contained a spell to bring your love back to life. Or it gave you the power of wishes! You reached for the book but hesitated to open it.

Hongjoong tilted his head, almost flirtatiously. "Simply open it up and we can be together again."

"It's all I want," Your voice cracked with emotion.

You opened the book and it flew off the pedestal. It landed upright with its pages flipping open until it halted and grew to the size of a door. The center for the book was transparent and within you could see a washer and dryer, a simple domestic set up.

"Go on, darling, I'll be right behind you."

You stepped in, no hesitation and a full heart. Finally, you could be with Hongjoong again.

🔪🔪🔪

You were in a tight crop top and even tighter exercise shorts. Hongjoong had misbehaved, you had caught him doing perverted things and now he was being punished.

You see, Hongjoong, your boyfriend was a perverted yandere. He was obsessed with you, in very unhealthy ways, but you had learned to love him, perhaps even because of it. But you had to show him what was acceptable behavior and thus the punishment.

You were downstairs in the basement sorting your laundry out of the dryer when you got roughly pushed into the machine. Your ass was still sticking out but that seemed to be the point. You had not heard the stairs creak as Hongjoong had followed you down. With a whine, he had pushed you forward, so that your head and upper body were actually inside the machine. He didn't want you to slap his hands away as he held your ass apart and pushed his face into your clothed cunt.

You barely braced yourself against the back of the dryer with your forearm. "Hongjoong!" You shouted and winced at the echo inside of the machine.

"I can't help it!" Hongjoong moaned against your pussy. "You're wearing these tight shorts!"

"That's the point, love," You grumbled, "You aren't allowed to touch me for twenty four hours and in this outfit, you're supposed to suffer."

Hongjoong grabbed two handfuls of your shorts and pulled them until they split down the seam and he could push his tongue against your cunt through just your underwear now. He sighed happily behind you.

It was a mimic to the whole reason Hongjoong needed to be punished in the first place. You had come into your shared room to Hongjoong with a pair of recently discarded panties of yours flush against his mouth. His sharp tongue was desperately licked the moisture left there. Turned on but aware that you shouldn’t encourage him, you had snatched your underwear out of his hands and decided on his punishment right then and there. 

“Hongjoong!” You couldn't help but shout at him again, “Let me out of here.”

Hongjoong shook his head adamantly, face still pressed up against you. “Mine,” he growled.

He pushed aside your panties and desperately started to tongue your hole. The wet appendage pushed in and out of you and you bit down a groan. Why was his desperacy for your body so hot?!

“Hongjoong, you better stop before I tie you up and use the feather on you,” You snapped.

With a whine, Hongjoong pushed backwards and you finally got out of the dryer. Hongjoong’s face was covered in your wetness, his tongue moving around his face to lap up your wetness. “I think I could spend hours between your legs.”

You straightened up and grumbled, “You already do.”

Hongjoong sent you a satisfied smile but you ignored him, finishing up your laundry and then going up stairs. Hongjoong followed you, almost like a cat, as you folded your clothes, hung them up and then moved towards the bathroom. You didn’t dare lock or close doors with Hongjoong, that only prompted him to find ways of watching what you were doing behind closed doors. 

Hongjoong sat down on the toilet across from the shower as you turned on the water, turning the taps until you got the right temperature. You discarded all of your clothes but paused to run a fond finger over your newest tattoo: a daisy that was on the curve of your hip or ass, opposite of your dragon tattoo.

How you thought Hongjoong was going to behave was bewildering in of itself. Once you were completely naked and in the shower with the water cascading over you, Hongjoong put a hand down his pants immediately. It wasn’t his fault! With your back arched and your hair wet, you looked like you had jumped out of a centerfold into real life. Of course, Hongjoong couldn't keep quiet so when you peeked with one eye open after your shampoo was done, you tsked at him.

“Kim Hongjoong, what am I going to do with you?!” You demanded.

“Fuck me?” Hongjoong asked hopefully.

You breathed in and out deeply. Was there any changing Hongjoong and his perverted ways? You did love him for it, after all. Your heart ached at how much you loved him. Regardless of his perverted ways and obsession with you bordering on unhealthy, you loved him unconditionally.

“Alright, get in here,” You relented. 

Hongjoong didn’t even discard his own clothes, he simply turned around the glass corner of the shower and descended to his knees. “I need to taste you again,” He murmured against your cunt, small breaths hitting your wet skin, but he looked up at you with begging eyes. “Please?”

“Hongjoong,” You said his name, carding your fingers through his slightly wet locks, “You’re gonna make a girl feel like she’s worshiped.”

Hongjoong grinned, making you shiver at how suggestive yet creepy it was. “I do worship you, darling.”

So you let Hongjoong eat you out again, listening to him hum in happiness, literally using his tongue to scoop your wetness from your cunt to consume. Eventually his nose stimulated your clit and you couldn't help but make tiny noises for him. His obsession with you turned you on, you had to admit. He's grinning nigh maniacally as his tongue ran up your slit slowly and the tip flicked your clit. He didn't blink as the shower water continuously ran down his face.

"That's it, Baby, you're doing so good, making me feel so good," You praised him.

Hongjong pushed his tongue out as far down his chin as it could go and shook his face left and right, worrying at your clit. Your pitched cries became higher and higher until you came, quickly and easily for your boyfriend.

"Oh, Hongjoong," You moaned as you came down from your high, "You're such a pervert."

"But I'm your pervert," Hongjoong grinned up at you.

That night you fell asleep early, but woke up a few hours later to a throaty moan in your ear. When you opened your eyes, you saw that Hongjoong had pushed your loose t-shirt over your breasts and his mouth was wrapped around your nipple. He had two fingers lazily rubbing your clit but he also had a moving dildo, wriggling inside your cunt. 

You knew you were the perfect fit for Hongjoong when he had first asked if he could touch you while you were sleeping. You were more than delighted to give him the green light to do that. Waking up to these desperate late night sessions had become a treat for you and an easy way for Hongjoong to relieve his perverted thoughts.

Hongjoong dry humped your leg, whining into your breast that he needed you. " 'mplease. Please. I have to be inside of you!"

Then the true games began. Nothing turned on your perverted boyfriend more than denying him.

"No, you can't fuck me!" You slipped into the role easily, feeling your stomach dip at the faux-helpless feel. 

Hongjoong released your nipple and loomed over you. He pinned your arms above your head and humped the inside of your thigh. "Gonna fuck your tight heat, darling, gonna fill you up, gonna make you mine."

"No!" You pushed up at his restraints but Hongjoong easily held you down. He pulled out the dildo in your cunt and dropped it on the pillow beside you. It obscenely continued to wiggle, covered in your creamy essence.

"Shhh, make pretty noises for me, darling, gonna stretch you out and make you mine," Hongjoong declared, putting his other hand over your mouth and muffling your noises.

You continued to protest behind his hand but your eyes rolled into the back of your head when Hongjoong rubbed his head against your entrance and penetrated you. You shoved your chest upwards, nipples grazing Hongjoong's own baggy shirt and you moaned loudly. When Hongjoong rocked his hips against yours, his pelvis rubbed your clit and you gasped.

"See, darling?" Hongjoong said, biting down on his lip as he continued to grind against you. "See how good I feel? Only I was made to fit you so well. Only I can fuck you like this. Only I'm allowed to fill you up. You're mine, mine, mine." He giggled, his eyes swirling with glee.

Hongjoong fucked you good, in the way only he knew how to. The angle that he was thrusting up into your cunt was making you see stars, it was that good. You whined and whimpered and moaned against his palm, tongue sneakily coming out to swipe at the skin there to silently communicate to him that you were enjoying everything. 

“See, you didn’t need any of those ex boyfriends of yours,” Hongjoong smirked. “You don’t understand how hard it is for me to not cut out those tattoos that each one of them represents on your body. But,” Hongjoong’s grin threatened to split his face and you shivered, “I cut them up pretty good. They’ll never be able to fuck you ever again. They don’t even have a dick to fuck you with. Oh well.”

You began to struggle underneath Hongjoong. You hadn't known… you thought Hongjoong had his demons under control. You bit firmly on one of Hongjoong’s fingers but he didn’t react to the pain. He simply pulled his hand back and sucked on the blood. 

“Hongjoong! You killed them?” You said in astonishment.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Hongjoong giggled, “You’re all mine, darling.”

Hongjoong squeezed your boob, trailed his hand down your torso, leaving a bloody smear. “All of your body is mine. All mine.”

Ironically, you felt your orgasm loom over you the way Hongjoong was, his arms trapping you. You felt your heart surging, in fear, but also in love. Hongjoong loved you so much that he killed your seven ex-boyfriends. Hongjoong loved you so much he erased anything that hurt you. Hongjoong loved you so much that he couldn't keep his nose and mouth away from your tasty cunt. Hongjoong loved you.

“I’m gonna--Oh, Hongjoong,” You felt tears accumulate in the corner of your eyes. The overwhelming love you felt for your boyfriend overflowed your heart. 

Hongjoong’s face became soft, full of love and adoration for you as well. “Come, darling. Come for me. It’s all I want. I want you to come because of me. I want to give you all the love and orgasms. I want to be the only one for you.”

“You’re the only one for me, Kim Hongjoong,” You cried out and then you came. It was a toe-curling, back arching, star-seeing type of orgasm that could only come from being fucked by someone who knew your body inside and out. 

Hongjoong watched your orgasm race through you. He ate up every expression and noise you made. And only once you were taken care of, did he let himself come. He scrunched his nose and grunted deeply, spilling his seed inside of you, painting your insides with ropes and ropes of his cum. Hongjoong pulled out and watched his cum slowly seep out of you and even then he couldn't help but put his face between your legs. 

Your perverted boyfriend, lapped at your cum and his, the mixture sweet to his tongue for all he could do was hum and make happy noises. And when he was done, he climbed back up your body and let out a happy sigh. “Mine,” he whispered.

🔪🔪🔪

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped. You were back in the restricted section in a blink of an eye. “Ho-hongjoong?” You stuttered, unsure exactly what was happening but knowing that your lost lover was your only constant.

Hongjoong chuckled. “Why, darling, I succeeded in my mission. I planted my seeds, a version of me inside of your mind. You never had me, silly, that was all my hardwork. There is no Hongjoong in your human life. I gave you a reason to come to the library of illusion.”

“No,” You shook your head, denying everything. “I loved you and you loved me,” You pounded your chest with your fist.

“Wrong,” Hongjoong began to pace, hands held behind his back, gloating really. “This is a game I play with many humans. Not many are as amusing as you, however.”

You felt sick. “What about--?”

“Wooyoung, Yeosang and the others? They’re simply fragments of me. I don’t want to ensnare weak souls,” Hongjoong grinned. 

“Seonghwa?” You demanded.

“Oh, Seonghwa is a part of me. The biggest part of me that I had to purge. He’s the part of me that is the last ditch effort to stop me from ensnaring another soul--from completing the final, bad act. He did love you, you know. They all did. Why do you think they marked you? Each part of me approved of you.”

“Marked? Approved?” Your head was swirling, yandere Hongjoong still clinging to your mind.

“The tattoos, darling. Each injury was a mark, a way for them to put a piece of my soul into you. I need all those parts of me back so that I win the game. I am cursed to remain here for all of eternity. How else am I going to spend my time?” Hongjoong cocked his head cutely. “I don’t fuck all the humans but you were a lot of fun.”

“Fun…” You collapsed, your legs folding under you until you were sitting on the floor.

“Oh yes, your interactions with Seonghwa were especially entertaining,” Hongjoong let out a belly laugh. “Wooyoung, Yeosang, Yunho are mostly to see what you’re capable of, they’re not especially hard but their trials get harder and harder as you progress. San is the tipping point of course, you did really well with that one, no matter how hard he tried to trip you up. And then after that, Mingi and Jongho begin to get a bit sentimental. They want to trap you in their stories because they don’t want your soul condemned. Sad, human parts of me that had no purpose in the true me,” Hongjoong explained. “Seonghwa, I have to manipulate sometimes, make him lose his memories. He can be too strong otherwise. That’s why he seems a little airheaded, I’ve messed with his conscience too much. But look at you, passing everyone’s trials, all the way to get your prize!”

The tears start to fall. All of this was a lie? Your life was a lie? “The prize was supposed to be you.”

Hongjoong bent down beside you, getting on his knees and sitting on his legs. He wrapped his arms around you. “And you have it. You were reunited with your lost love. You spent a lovely time with him, where you were his sole focus.”

You yelped, your hand going to your shoulder where you felt pain. “What was that?”

“Your marks are disappearing, darling,” Hongjoong informed you. “Your time here is done now.”

Pain bloomed on your hip and neck and by the time you were pulling up your sleeve, pain from your sternum fading, you watched as the tentacle on your forearm slowly disappeared. “But…I thought…?”

“You don’t think I’d let them leave a mark on you?” Hongjoong’s hand curled around your jaw. “Don’t you understand? You’re mine, darling.”

Tears pricked your eyes as Hongjoong slanted his lips across yours. The longer he kissed you, the more you could feel your connection to your soul--and your connection to this world-- weaken. You opened your eyes and your eyesight weakened, the edges slowly swallowing you. The last thing you saw was your lover’s smile as you faded from this world.

“I love you.”

Hongjoong took his new book and put it beside all the other one’s that belonged in the restricted section. For all those books were souls he had ensnared and you were only another next to them. Your pages were worn, the spine spotting, but the story inside was still as titillating as a favorite novel. Perhaps, if Hongjoong got bored, he might read you again. But more likely than not, you would be forgotten and Hongjoong would lure another human to the library of illusion. Such was his curse. 

La Fin

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[ehill3957]

Well guess who got punched in the face with genius?

That's right me, who is bringing to you a new prompt.

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Feral Luke!

But not just normal feral Luke!

Wait for it!

I mean feral like this;

As in an accident, occurred on a ship he was with his grandfather, Corlys on, Vaemond had thrown him overboard in the middle of a sea storm unbeknownst to anyone. Thinking he would be named heir to the Tides or at least regent with up coming wars in the stepstones.

Rhaenyra hadn't heard the news yet but when her sons dragon, Arrax, starting spewing flames and killing keepers, shrieking, she knew something bad had happened.

Corlys had returned, and the news spread throughout the 7 kingdom of the prince lost to the sea. This had different effects on everyone, some grieved, some smiled, some laughed, some mocked, some cried, some raged. But what could a mother dragon do to the ocean? A dragon is a ruler of the skies, not the sea.

Time passed, war in the stepstones, a silent war in their homes.

Vaemonds petition would be heard as his brother instead named Joffrey the next Lord of the Tides and refused his brothers attempts and demands for his home and his seat.

When the Princess's family arrived, they noticed the absence of a pale adolescent dragon, which they heard through whispers flew off, sighted but not secured. This meant fewer dragons to fight when they fought for a chair of swords.

Rhaenyra seemed frozen to her old friend, grief stricken. The queen attempted some soothing words, but Rhaenyra just ignored her comfort. The rest of her family seemed sad also. They were weary and tired. They wanted to go to the home they all shared with the sunken dragon but had to answer this farce of a trial.

The queens children were told to make some kind of effort to reach out to their kin, Aegon even went to Jace's room, but he closed the door in his face after telling him to stop faking it.

But the queens children unknown to the princesses family do feel sadness at the loss of a nephew they will never see again. That was still a green boy who still hadn't gotten sea legs at the time of his parting.

Vaemond is like a peacock, proudly displaying his house colours, already acting like he is the new head of his house, like his brother is already dead. It's a terrible display. Otto is even more of a cunt, sitting on a Targaryen throne, one he hopes his drunken joke of a grandson will sit on.

But like always, the King comes to defend his daughter, to defend her children, and her claim. Announces to the throne room of Vaemonds disinheritance, calls him Waters, rips him from his family tree quickly as he only sat on the Iron Throne less then 10 minutes ago.

But that makes his blood boil. Make him shake with rage. Screaming to all that the princess is a whore and her sons bastards, Daemon a mad man and the King a fool and he can't wait for the kings demise as he intends to watch his most precious daughters fall from grace and her families slaughter. This has the whole throne room frozen, but not the blood of the dragon. When the wielder of Dark Sister goes to take his head, he barely misses the roar of anger, but he feels the room shake, pulling his family back, others do the same, the King just sits there, shocked and trapped.

He watches as the roof caves in, and a monster of shimmering pearl scales falls through. The dust bursts out and blocks everyone's sight, but the sight of her dead sons dragon has Rhaenyra shake. It has grown so much that all the occupants of the room push back towards the walls. Even more so when the dust clears and the boy with a head full of curls sits upon the dragon.

Curls that used to be short and brown now reach longer and streaked with white. What was now a sweet face looks carved from stone. But eyes that blaze in fury never look away from the stupidest man in the room.

When he speaks his voice shakes "No!" He screams in disbelief that the boy he threw into a sea storm sits upon a dragon before his very eyes.

His dragon, which feels the fury in his bloods, screams in Vaemonds face.

When the dead boy speaks, his voice is rough and scratchy, but it is loud and everyone hears

"Yes, you should have slit my throat before you threw me off that ship"

This angers his kin, his blood who grieved him, who thought him truly gone.

The King rises, Balerion screams in his head, "Seize Vaemond Waters!"

But Arrax growls at all who think to come close, and Luke and Vaemond don't break eye contact.

"Vaemond Waters? Know that I'm your end and you are the true bastard and that I've dreamt of this since I woke up alone on the fucking Island!"

"Ipradagon zirȳla" Eat him

The room watches as the disinherited man tries to flee, but the dragon grabs his legs within its jaw and crunches, the room gasps and screams as the bones crack so loud it echoes, as Vaemond screams in excruciating pain, as Arrax feasts on him quick but slow enough it takes a minute before he's consumed and dead.

The heir drops to the ground in shock, and her husband crouching with her, her family circles her, but her beautiful boy slides from the dragon that she notices no longer dons a saddle. That his footsteps echo through the room even as the occupants flee as loud as possible. As the dragon paces the room to stand guard to her sweet boy.

Her son she thought truly gone stands in front of her. He's not wearing shoes. His clothes seem more like the robes of the lands across the sea, stitched terribly, like a child with no knowledge would do so.

He also drops to his knees, so close they almost touch hers, and when she raises her head to look in his eyes she notices that as she rises and cups his face that he is still so small. So young.

"Muñnykeā, nyke lenton" Mother, I'm home.

She drags him so close, clawing at him to get closer. She holds him as they both cry, loud and ugly. As their kin cries with them, as her husband also hugs him, as their children and her father, as her cousin, also hug her sweet boy.

As they cry so much their throats dry from it. As Arrax settles around the family and nudges the lost boy with his head.

And when the queen and her children come closer and Luke reaches out and drags his biggest regret down to his knees and cries into his chest, as the one-eyed Targaryen hugs him back, as the eldest also hugs him, and his sweet aunt who kisses his cheeks, and the queen who feels nothing but happiness as her friend embraces her in shock.

A man stands close but distant, a hand on his jacket, blank faced as he watches the boy he arranged to have killed sit in the midst of his family, as he sees dragons young and old surround this boy and know that in no time soon will he get the chance to come close again, as the white dragon eyes him like a threat and bares his teeth silently. As the boy looks straight at him and he sees his brown eyes stare dead at him, like they are empty and soulless and smiles like his dragon does. He knows he has lost, that the occupants who have run have spread word, that ravens fly in all directions, that the boy is the safest man in all 7 kingdoms as of this moment. He is to follow the dead disinherited Velaryon. Not today, not tomorrow, but the future is unknown to him, but the eyes tell him he will see his end in time.

That the undead boy is the face of his death.

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[everydaym0nstrosity]

145 Of The Best Avantgarde/Experimental Record Labels Of All Time

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[cozyfoxy]

Mystical Paths

Summary: The Howells have been the proud owners of a small but famous bookstore since the 1800s. They are known for being the only shop that collects original copies of magic writings. Dan works as the bookkeeper of the shop. As the busiest season approaches, one of the most renowned magic families reaches out to the shop and offers to gift them an original Spellbook of sorts. Little did Dan know that these offers would change his life forever.

First Chapter

Read on AO3

Genre: AU

NO WARNINGS

In just one week, Howell’s Mystical Enchantments had earned more money than they typically would in a month. Having Philip Lester’s book in their possession had proven to be a true blessing for the family. Dan was incredibly grateful for the gift, but even more so for the protection that Philip had given him. He truly had needed it.

Overall, the book had been very popular and had gone off without a hitch, however, no one had been able to read it yet. Most customers would swear under their breath and storm off when they saw blank pages, others would groan, but thank Dan for his time, sometimes giving him a tip. Some customers though, would get angry, even violent towards the brunette.

The first time it happened wasn’t too bad. The woman whom Dan knew to be a quite powerful alchemist from Ireland had attempted to throw the book to the floor when she was unable to read the pages. The attempt was of course a failure, as the book had stopped just above the floor and leaped into Dan’s hands, perhaps for protection. Dan really had no idea, but it had brought unwanted attention to him from the crowd.

“Well, well, well. I’ve always been told that Howells don’t have magic, eh? I think this youngin just proved they was lying.” An older woman called out from the hood of her cloak.

Dan had stuttered nervously, trying to find a way to explain the truth when a voice that made the brunette think of honeysuckles on a warm Spring morning sounded from the book. “Idiots. The book is charmed! Daniel here is the keeper, the protector. No, he wields no magic himself, that’s our job. Now, I suggest we all calm down before my creator is summoned. He won’t be as gentle as I am.”

Despite his nerves, Dan felt himself smile when the book moved itself back to the pedestal that it had been displayed on. He walked over to the next person in line to take their payment and continued with his day as normal. Well, as normal as he could with such a powerful book in his possession.

The next time a customer had gotten angry, it had been aimed directly at Dan. A taller man, not much older than Dan had tried to read the book and failed. The man had groaned like so many others before him and set the book down, before glaring at the books keeper.

“Your family is filled with lying cunts. No way this book is from the Lester’s. You all are just trying to make a quick buck! Fuck you all, I want my money back!” the man yelled, moving closer to Dan.

Dan swallowed thickly, shaking his head, “I apologize sir but we do not offer refunds here.”

The man laughed, a shrill, nails on chalkboard kind of sound, “Okay, yeah, that’s fine. Then I’ll just have to take it back myself, or get something just as worthy.”

“Okay Leon, let's leave the boy alone yeah? He ain't done nothing wrong, he’s just doing his job. Back off.” another man had called out, grabbing his friend by the shoulder.

Dan watched nervously as ‘Leon’ shook the hand off of his shoulder and began whispering a strange sentence under his breath, something that Dan couldn’t understand. Magic. Dan gasped and jumped behind a book display, screaming when books in front of him suddenly caught fire. The smell made his stomach wretch and chaos erupted around him.

“Leon what the fuck is wrong with you?!” the man’s friend yelled, using his magic to diminish the flames.

“Just getting my revenge.” Leon snarled, walking closer to Dan.

Before Dan even had time to blink, the room filled with a cold fog, and loud shrieks pierced the room. The room was otherwise silent, everyone had paused to get a good look at what was happening once the fog cleared. Some of the customers had pulled out their phones and they were recording what was happening.

Once Dan could get a good look, a gasp passed his lips. The same fox that had originally delivered the book tackled Leon to the ground and stood hard against the man’s chest. Leon looked absolutely terrified of the fox, he was shaking beneath the animal. Everyone around watched in shock when the fox seemed to huff into the man’s ear, and Leon began to glow a sickly green color.

“What? What are you doing?” Dan asked, walking closer to the crowd.

The fox only paused for a moment before pressing both front paws against Leon’s throat, making him yell in pain. With the yell, came a mist from his throat, the glowing green color leaving his body and forming a ball in the air. Dan stared at the ball with the rest of the crowd, covering his ears when the fox suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream; the ball moving towards him. The fox quickly swallowed the ball, seeming to shake its head in disgust before turning to the crowd.

“Let this be a lesson to you all, and anyone who dares to mess with the Howells in any way. I will not hesitate in any circumstance to step in and take control of the situation. You don’t want that, none of you do. And now, poor little Leon Whitlock has no magic, he will be an embarrassment to his family. Well, more than he already was.” the fox spoke in a very familiar voice, without moving its mouth.

Leon’s friend stepped forward, breathing unevenly, “You… you took his magic? That’s not even possible… no one can take magic from other people. Who the hell do you think you are?”

A charming, soft laugh graced the room, the fox moving closer to Dan, “Yes, I took his magic. It is very possible, but only for me, I suppose. And to answer your question, I am Phil Lester.” the fox explained before looking at Dan.

“Are you okay little dove? He didn’t hurt you, right? Just scared you?” Phil’s voice echoed in Dan’s head, making him smile.

“I’m okay, I promise. Just shaken up. Thank you for saving me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” Dan thought back, watching as Phil nuzzled his palm, huffing and nodding before disappearing into thin air. The crowd watched in complete awe, most typing furiously on their phones. Dan was too bewildered to worry himself with what the crowd had just seen, he was too focused on the fact that he had just seen someone have their magic taken.

After the hectic week that Dan had gone through, he couldn’t be more thankful for the weekend. His parents had decided to make it a long weekend, saying that Dan needed a break from working so hard. Normally, Dan would argue with them, lie, and say that he wasn’t overwhelmed; but this time, he agreed. He desperately needed time to be with himself, to worry about himself instead of the magical world that he was thrust into.

He had always been around magic, but not so intimately. He had always watched from afar, getting only as close as needed for his job, but now, Dan felt like a magnet for magical energies. It was as if he could feel the warm buzzing of magic in his lips, in his hands, and his mind. Maybe it was because Phil was able to speak to him through his mind, he must be feeling Phil’s presence.

“You called?” Phil’s voice echoed in Dan’s head suddenly, making him jump.

Dan stuttered anxiously, trying to decide what to say, “Well, yeah I think? I didn’t really mean to subconsciously. Sorry I’ve just had a hell of a week, I’m all over the place. I mean, I’ve been around more magic in the past week than I have in my entire life. It’s a lot to take in.”

Phil chuckled softly, a gentle, warm sound, “I could tell it’s overwhelming for you. I can’t say that I understand, but I do want you to feel more comfortable. It will take time, but you will adjust, magic will just become a normal occurrence in your life. I can’t make the stress go away completely or anything; that’s more of my mum’s specialty. But I can help you calm down and relax if you’d like.”

“How could you do that?” Dan asked out loud, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Maybe he was going insane, talking to a voice that wasn’t there. Sure, magic was real, but could this really be happening?

“I need you to trust me, Dan. I know that’s hard but just try. I need you to close your eyes until I say to open them.” Phil explained softly, a smile clear in his voice.

Dan debated with himself silently. Phil was telling him to close his eyes, but why? Could he trust someone that he didn’t even know? Could Dan really find it in himself to listen to what the strange voice told him? A sigh passed his lips before he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, still facing the ceiling. Phil had proven that he was going to protect Dan, so he wouldn’t do anything to harm him, right?

“Okay little dove, open your eyes slowly.” Phil hummed, pride evident in his tone.

The brunette opened his eyes slowly, gasping loudly when his eyes were met with a midnight blue sky, that enveloped him in what felt like a warm blanket. He could see the twinkling specks of light clearer than ever before. They seemed more like fireflies than stars, close enough to touch. The only sounds that touched Dan’s ear were that of a gentle wind and something that sounded like ocean waves. He could even smell the sea.

Despite his attempt to force his emotions down, tears burned the rims of his eyes as he searched for his favorite constellations. “How?” Dan whimpered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He didn’t even know what he was asking really, he was in complete awe.

Phil chuckled, “Magic Daniel. I am capable of things that most people can’t even imagine.”

Dan shook his head quickly, “no, I mean how did you know this would help me relax?” he whispered, moving into a sitting position.

“Oh, that. Well, it's something that I always do for myself when life gets overwhelming. I kinda went on a limb, but I’m glad you like it.” Phil whispered, sounding unsure for the first time since the men had begun to talk. “Also, I’m… I’m well, here. With you. I know you can’t see me right now, I’m camouflaged, but I’m here. That’s why you’re not hearing me in your head anymore.”

Dan’s eyes widened and he looked around himself anxiously, attempting to find any proof of Phil’s words, “I didn’t even notice I could properly hear you… why are you hiding though?”

Phil placed his hand gently over Dan’s, smiling when a rose pink danced across the other man’s cheeks, “simply because it is not our time to meet entirely. It will happen dove, I promise. But for now, please try to rest. I know you’re exhausted.”

“Yeah… okay, I’ll try to rest. But can you maybe stay until I fall asleep? I feel safer with you here.” Dan whispered, slowly lowering himself back down onto his bed while the night sky continued to move around him.

“Of course, I would never leave you unless you wanted me to. Goodnight my little dove, sleep well.” Phil whispered, shuddering slightly before allowing his camouflage to fall and sitting at Dan’s feet.

Soft snores filled the room before Phil could even register that the man next to him had dozed off. He watched Dan’s gentle, calm breathing in complete awe. How could one person be so incredibly beautiful? Beautiful without even trying to be? Dan was truly a light, brighter than any star that even Phil could create. Despite the rules that Phil had set for himself, rules about waiting for the right moment for everything; he placed a tender kiss on Dan’s hairline.

“Soon, my little dove, you will fly with me again,” Phil whispered, allowing his human form to fade, falling onto four paws comfortably, before running out of the house.

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[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

Hey author!

I read the steam comments that you mentioned in an ask about Midnight saga. I was curious, so I just needed to read that shit. And it made me so fuckin sad author, and kinda angry too, cause it made you sad and discouraged and I don't know what more author, I just know that it must hurt, cause it hurt me too. And so I just want to say that I love The Midnight Saga, since it was The Keeper of Midnight, and I still remember the first time I played the demo so many years ago. It was love at first read truly. I love the way you write, it's easy to read, and it's not exhausting, and I can perfectly picture the scenes in my head y'know? I don't really care about bad comments, I don't really read them (like Rick Sanchez once said, their opinions means very little to me).

I don't really have anything substantial to say, I just want to Infinitely praise you and your work. I find you an awesome person, a really good writer, and it's not cliche it's CLASSIC those cunts know nothing really

Aww your kind words are enough, 💕. Thank you so much.

Yes, bad comments hurt, but as authors, we have to keep moving, as you can see I went on and created even more games after Midnight Saga, I'm not discouraged, just focusing on what is more well-received.

I will eventually finish Midnight Saga Book 2. Lemon will be published next year, so I'll have time to go back to it. 😊

And I laughed at your Rick and Morty reference. 😅

Thanks for the kind words.

#the midnight saga