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rainisawriter · 6 months

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True Happiness – P (PSF #26)

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Genre: Fluff, romance

Prompt: Fireplace (@flufftober)

Word Count: 3,586

Pairing: Reader x P

World: High&Low

Warning: Mentions animal abuse but no kitties were harmed ♡

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The cool autumn wind wrapped around you like a blanket, bringing a smile to your lips. The sky was a velvety navy blue, dotted with tiny stars like jewels. The crescent moon was half hidden by clouds. You stood on the edge of the roof, eyes closed as you listened to the sounds of the city below.

Arms wrapped around your waist, a warm chest pressing against your back. “Sorry, I’m late.”

You hummed, leaning back against your boyfriend as you rested your hands over his arms. “It’s okay. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

P pressed a kiss to your neck, tightening his grip. “Why aren’t you wearing a coat? You’re going to get sick.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “You know how I love the cold.”

He clicked his tongue as he pulled away, shrugging out of his green military jacket. “Wear this.”

“No,” you grinned at him, taking a step back.

His eyes glinted playfully under the low light as he took a step toward you. “Wear it.”

“Make me.”

His lips twitched upward and, within the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. You cried out in surprise, the sound morphing into a laugh as you darted away, just barely managing to dodge his hand. He chased you around the roof but he had quite the advantage.

While you had to run around the large air conditioner, he was able to easily flip over it, landing in front of you gracefully. You tried to dodge him but he was quicker, arms wrapping around you and pinning your arms to your sides. You lost your balance and the two of you tumbled to the ground, laughing softly.

“Are you okay?” He frowned down at you, propping himself up on his elbows.

You couldn’t control your grin, reaching up to cup the side of his neck. “Couldn’t be better.”

He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips which you happily returned, sliding your hand up to thread through his red locks. When he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling with love and warmth. “Please put on the jacket?”

As badly as you wanted to say no, you couldn’t resist him when he was looking at you like that. “Fine.”

He sat up, pulling you with him so he could place the jacket around your shoulders. It was already baggy on him even with all his muscles, so it was big on you, as well. You adored it, though, allowing the fabric to swallow you with its warmth. The scent of vanilla filled your nostrils and you smiled, breathing in deeply.

P chuckled, shifting so he was sitting beside you, his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.

“Won’t the others get mad when you show up without your jacket?” you wondered with a frown, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about that, beautiful. I’ll think of some excuse.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer when the wind picked up.

Despite his reassurance, you couldn’t help but worry. No one knew about the two of you dating, mostly because he was part of the Rude Boys and you were part of Daruma. His group didn’t like outsiders, especially not those belonging to other factions, and you were afraid of how they’d react if they found out.

Smoky valued loyalty and honesty above all else, but P has been lying to his face for months. How many times could he disappear before they stop believing his tall tales? You felt fear every time he returned to Nameless City. You didn’t know them well enough to know whether or not they would hurt him for betraying them.

On the other hand, you knew Hyuga and the Daruma boys well, yet you still couldn’t predict how they’d react if they found out. At the very least, you knew the Babies would be upset that you had lied to their face. They were your best friends, after all, and you usually told them everything.

“Stop worrying,” he spoke softly, hand sliding under your chin to lift your head. Your eyes met his, feeling the breath leave your lungs at the loving look he gave you. “No matter what happens, I won’t leave you. You’re the love of my life, beautiful.”

You swallowed hard, his words tugging at your heart. “And you’re the love of mine, P.”

He smiled, bringing his lips down over yours in a slow, passionate embrace that left you wanting more. Part of you hated that he felt that way, not wanting him to give up everything he had built with the Rude Boys just for you. They were his family and the thought of him losing that just because he chose you –

“Stop overthinking it,” he murmured against your lips, shifting so he could push you back against the ground, his body pinning you there. “Stop thinking about the future. Focus on me, here and now.”

“Sorry,” your hand found its place at his hip, rubbing circles against the exposed skin between the hem of his shirt and pants.

“I’ll make you forget everything but me,” he promised, claiming your lips again, tongue darting across your lower lip. You could only groan as his tongue invaded your mouth.

True to his promise, he was the only thing on your mind for the rest of the night.

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“Wake up!”

“Jesus fucking christ!” you cursed, falling out of bed onto the hard wooden floor. You narrowed your eyes at Futa who stood in the doorway with a smug grin. “Bro, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he shrugged.

“Because I was asleep!”

He snickered, folding his arms over his chest. “Did you forget? You and I are supposed to go pick up supplies from the next town over.”

“Shit,” you cursed again, pulling yourself off the ground before rushing over to the dresser. “What time is it?”

Futa tugged his phone from his pocket, pressing the power button. “5:30.”

You groaned, rushing past him toward the bathroom so you could change. You knew that you were supposed to meet with the supplier at 6:30. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?!”

He scoffed as he entered the kitchen, pulling a soda from the fridge. “I started calling you at four! I’m not your damn babysitter, ya know!”

You entered the kitchen, fully dressed. “Pretty sure that was in the fine print of your contract.” You grinned, taking the drink from his hand before heading for the door to slip your feet into your boots. “Are we gonna make it on time?”

“Please. I’ve never been late for a meeting before.”

You snickered, heading out into the cold morning. You brought P’s jacket tighter around your body, biting your lip to hold back your smile as you thought of the night before.

“Oi, what are you wearing?” Futa quirked a brow at you as he slid into the driver’s seat of the lowrider.

“What?” You tensed up, trying to act dumb as you got into the car. “Mad that I look better than you?”

“You’re wearing green,” his nose wrinkled in disapproval. “You’re supposed to wear white and red.”

“What Hyuga doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You turned your gaze away from him, trying to stay calm under his calculating gaze. “I paid a lot for this jacket, so I’m gonna wear it.”

He grunted, backing the car out of its parking spot. “It’s your funeral.”

You knew wearing P’s jacket was risky, but you missed him and wearing his jacket was comforting to you. It felt as if part of him was there with you and that made you feel confident and strong.

With the way Futa drove, the two of you found yourselves pulling up to the meeting spot with five minutes to spare.

You stepped out of the car, eyes scanning the empty parking lot that sat against an old factory building. “Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

“Maybe they woke up late,” he teased, sending you a grin that had you rolling your eyes.

“Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Hah? You don’t trust me?”

“Of course,” you stared him dead in the eye, face blank. “I don’t.”

He clicked his tongue, pulling his phone from his pocket to double-check the address. You watched as his face slowly fell, skin turning pale.

“I knew it! You brought us to the wrong place,” you accused with a scowl.

“Relax, it’s just a couple blocks down. Get in.”

“Idiot~” you called as you slid back into the car. He only made it halfway down the block when you noticed something from the corner of your eye. “Stop the car!”

Futa looked at you in confusion, foot pressing against the brake. Before he could even begin to ask what was wrong, you were already jumping out of the car, running toward the alleyway between two abandoned buildings. “Oi!”

You rounded the corner without slowing down, jumping into the air before kicking a guy in the side of the face. He cried out, dropping what he was holding as he went tumbling back against the ground. Your heart skipped a beat as you fell to the ground, catching the black kitten in your hands.

You released a relieved sigh at catching him, but anger quickly came across your face as you stood up. You covered the creature’s ears, holding him to your chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Hah?!”

The two males that you hadn’t attacked looked at you in shock, not sure how to react. On the ground by their feet was a cardboard box filled with pitch-black kittens. They were huddled up together, trembling and clearly afraid.

Anger surged through you.

“Oi, what’s going on?” Futa appeared beside you, eyeing the males wearily.

Without a word, you carefully placed the kitten against his chest, waiting until he had a secure hold on the creature before you stepped forward, cracking your knuckles.

“I’m going to slaughter all three of you and feed your remains to your fucking families,” you hissed before rushing toward them, careful of the box as they took off toward the opposite end of the alley. “Get back here, you fucks!”

Unfortunately for them, the opposite end of the alley was fenced off. They tried to climb the chain-link fence but you grabbed the back of their shirts, slamming them against the ground. You proceeded to beat the shit out of them until they curled into balls, begging and sobbing for mercy.

“If you ever put your hands on an animal again, I’ll fucking hunt you down and make you wish you were dead. Do you understand me?!”

“Y-Y-Yes!” sobbed one of the guys, his body trembling.

You huffed out in anger, giving him another hard kick for good measure before making your way back toward Futa. He was kneeling beside the box, having returned the kitten to his siblings.

“The hell was that about?” he frowned, standing up when you returned.

You glanced at the bag they had left behind, seeing a ouija board, candles and, worse, a knife. A new wave of anger rose within you and you had to take a few deep breaths, fists clenching and unclenching. As badly as you wanted to turn around and beat them again, you knew you would likely kill them if you did so.

“Black cats are associated with witchcraft,” you growled out through gritted teeth. “So they are often abused and killed during Halloween by dumb fucks who think they can wish away all their problems with a few magic words.”

Futa frowned as he realized what you meant, brown eyes falling to the kittens. “Oh… what do we do with them?”

“We’re taking them, obviously.” You carefully picked up the box, holding it against your chest. Despite the anger you still felt, your gaze softened as you looked down at them. They were staring up at you with wide eyes, unsure if they could trust you or not.

“Hah?” Futa followed behind you with a scowl. “We’re here to pick up supplies, not cats. We’re already late!”

“Then stop whining and fucking drive,” you snapped, settling yourself in the car with the box on your lap. You didn’t mean to give him an attitude, but you were heated and unable to control your temper.

Futa realized this and sighed, doing as you ordered.

“And put the damn top up, the kittens are cold.”

“Alright, alright. Calm your tits.”

You sent him a look and he snickered, flicking the heater on.

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“Here you go, sweeties,” you spoke softly so as not to scare the kittens, setting a bowl of warm milk and a bowl of cat food down in front of them.

The five kittens were curled up together in front of the fireplace, looking around your apartment curiously. They had stopped shivering and didn’t appear to be afraid, thankfully.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” You slowly settled down on the floor, keeping enough distance between you and the bowls.

The smallest of the kittens was the one who slowly stepped forward, blinking his bright blue eyes at you before approaching the bowl. He sniffed it for a moment before placing his front paws into the bowl. The first bite was tentative but, as soon as he got a taste, he started to eat as if it was the first time he had ever eaten.

The others slowly gained confidence seeing this, approaching the bowl. It wasn’t big enough for all five of them to eat from at once and when they tried, the bowl tipped over, spilling dry food across the carpet. Thankfully, they didn’t spill the milk which would have been harder to clean up.

You chuckled at how cute they were, a smile on your face. “So cute~”

“Mrow~” The smallest of the group slowly waddled over to you, meowing cutely as if thanking you for the meal.

“You’re welcome!” With a smile, you lowered yourself onto your stomach, arms folded on the ground and your chin resting on them. You hoped you were less intimidating now that you were on their level.

Sure enough, the smallest one came over to you without fear, bumping his head against your arm. You held back your happy squeal, holding out your hand so he could sniff it. It seemed as if you had already earned his trust, though, because he immediately rubbed his head against your hand.

“I promise to give you a safe and loving home,” you told them softly, rubbing your index finger across the top of his head. The other kittens slowly made their way over to you before they started to play, climbing your body as if it were a mountain. Though their tiny claws weren’t very comfortable, your clothes mostly protected you. Though, even if your clothes weren’t acting as a barrier, you still wouldn’t mind.

The cat you had first saved approached your face, his emerald eyes staring into your own before he slowly blinked, a sign that he trusted and loved you. Then he moved forward, his tiny nose bumping against your own.

You bit your lip to hold back your squeal of happiness, watching as he stepped over your arm so he could lie down. You rested your head on your other arm, careful not to hurt him. “This is what true happiness feels like,” you murmured, closing your eyes with a smile etched onto your face.

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P bit his lip as he stood atop the roof, glancing at the watch on his wrist. The usual meeting time had come and long gone, yet you were nowhere to be found. In all the months you’ve been dating, you haven’t missed a single meeting with him and he was starting to grow worried. Had you been attacked? What if Hyuga found out about the relationship and punished you? The thought terrified him.

With cat-like grace, he scaled down the tall building, jumping from one fire escape to the next as he made his way toward your apartment building. Though you had given him a key long ago, he rarely used the door. Why would he when he could just as easily scale the fire escape and climb through your window?

He had told you many times to start locking your bedroom window, but you never listened to him. After all, who else aside from a Rude Boy would be performing dangerous feats just to enter your apartment?

Clicking his tongue, he shimmied the window back and forth until there was enough space to slip his fingers beneath it, allowing him to fully push it up. He called out your name as he slipped inside your bedroom, glancing around the room for you but you were nowhere to be found.

He called out your name again as he stepped out into the hall, the wooden floor creaking beneath his feet. He checked the bathroom, the closet and the spare bedroom before finally checking the living room. What he saw had his heart melting, cheeks dusting with pink.

There you were, asleep on the living room floor, with five black kittens sleeping on or close to you.

The fire had reduced to mere embers so he assumed you had been asleep for a while. Where did these kittens come from? He knew you loved cats but they hadn’t been here the last time he had stopped by. Surely you would have told him if you chose to adopt.

P kneeled beside you, resting his hand against your shoulder blade. “Wake up, beautiful. You’re going to catch a cold sleeping on the floor.”

You mumbled something incoherent, shifting slightly before stilling again. He glanced at the two kittens curled into a ball at the small of your back and he smiled, gently setting them aside so you didn’t accidentally knock them off.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “Wake up, my love.”

You shifted again, eyes fluttering open. “P?” you mumbled, reaching up to rub at your eye.

He hummed in response. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You slowly lifted your head, blinking dumbly as you registered where you were. You remembered finding the kittens with Futa, bringing them home and laying down with them. The green-eyed kitten was still asleep against your arm and you smiled as soon as you realized that. When you tried to sit up, you winced in pain, body sore from the position you had slept in.

P picked up each kitten, setting them on the couch with a warm blanket. They simply yawned widely before curling up and going back to sleep, unbothered by the new addition. He helped you up, frowning at the way your brow furrowed in pain. “You shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”

“Didn’t plan on it,” you mumbled, bringing a hand to rest against your back as if that would alleviate the soreness in your muscles. “What are you doing here?”

He quirked a brow at you, stepping closer so his hand could rub up and down your back. “Did you really forget?”

You blinked at him in confusion, mind still foggy from sleep. After a moment, it hit you. “Oh my god, we were supposed to meet tonight!”

“Mhm.” The corner of his lips twitched upward but he held back his amused smile. “I was worried about you, you know? I thought something happened.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, P. I didn’t mean to fall asleep… what time is it?”

“Nearly four-thirty in the morning.”

You frowned at him, fingers curling around his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose,” he smiled, leaning down to claim your lips. “I’m just happy you’re safe.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” you replied, tugging at the collar of his shirt so he’d kiss you again.

“I’m sure you will.” His eyes sparkled as he pulled you closer, gaze flickering to the kittens. “When did you get roommates?”

“Today, actually,” you yawned, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face against his warm chest. You recalled the tale of how you were working with Futa and how you had found the kittens.

He listened carefully, humming softly as he took in your words. When you finished your story, he joked, “You should have told me sooner that I was going to be a father.”

You chuckled at the comment. “Figured I’d surprise you~ I know it’s morning already, but… will you stay with me for a bit?”

He cupped your neck, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried, beautiful.”

A smile slid onto your face as you led him toward the bedroom. You slipped under the comforter, shivering lightly as your body touched the cold sheets. He closed the window, took his shoes and jacket off before sliding in beside you, his arms finding their place around your body.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting half his body on top of your own, head resting in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers slid through his soft hair, a tired smile on your lips. “I love you, too, more than anything.” After a moment, you added to yourself, “This is also true happiness.“

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keii4ii · 5 months

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Lyrics from 꽃이 피고 지듯이, a song from a historical movie about a son and his abusive father. It is sung from the son's POV. The movie isn't similar to Lies of P, but the song still fits the high humanity Happily Ever After route. I am taking my leave now leaving behind my pain the words I couldn't tell you, I send them away to the clouds. So much I have cried because I couldn't fill your heart. I am sorry; here, my heart like a flower blooming and falling. Fly through the empty skies, let the wind carry me Befriend the lonely morning stars and I am taking my leave now. We longed for each other this much, so why couldn't we be together when we were together? If, if there's any warmth of mine that remains in your heart, touch my face just once before this wind scatters.

#my art #lies of p #lies of p spoilers #my heart BREAKS at the fact high humanity P can still choose to Give Heart #because that means he's still considering it... despite everything...#unlike low humanity P who is physically incapable of even considering disobedience

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loving-azerath · 7 months

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I live for feral Keegan. He comes back from a dangerous mission, adrenaline still running high and he comes straight back to find you and fuck out all the excess energy 🤯🤯

Keegan literally can make my stomach do the acrobatic routine that got Dick Greyson's parents killed alright?

CW: Dub/Con (if you stretch for it), rough sex, praise, degrading, spit play, choking, Keegan being feral. (I will add Aftercare as always because I think its important if you don't wanna read the after care it will be under an asterisk

Female reader

You hate when Keegan goes undercover. He would be gone for an undisclosed amount of time and you never knew when he was coming back. Sometimes he would get enough time to himself to call you. Tell you what he could but it wasn't often.

You were not a stranger to the dangers of the mission being a solider yourself. Though in a different unit. However, it only made it worse for you. You knew how dangerous so you knew how easy it was for him to not come home.

He always did though. Sometimes his mood would vary. Times where he lost someone he would lock himself away in his office or shut down for a week or two until he was ready to talk about it. You were always so patient with him.

Times he would come home after a failed mission he would mope around for a couple days before getting back into things. You would always remind him that he couldn't win them all. Tell him it wasn't his fault even if when he told you the story you knew it was. He didn't need it from you . Not you.

Then there was the times he came home from missions he succeeded one. The dangerous ones that made his skin feel like it was electric. You knew the feeling all too well. You knew how hard it was to come down from after.

This was one of those times.

You didn't know he would be home. You spent the day texting his turned off phone. You knew it was turned off for his safety but you also knew when he turned it back on he likes to read your texts like a story. You always texted him about your day while he was gone. This time though, you texted him more than that. You had sent him a couple of suggestive photos. Even one from your memories of his thumb in your mouth with a cock drunk expression in your eyes. You were too busy doing your before shower routine. Smoking a blunt to help you sleep without him, you didn't see your messages get the small little "delivered" message under your texts.

The water in this apartment always took so long to get hot so you turned on the water, blasting your music as you took off your robe hanging it on the door and look in the mirror. You looked over each imperfection you would pick out. Narrowing your eyes at them before seeing your reflect blur with the signal that the water is ready.

The water and your music being so loud you don't hear the door open. Keegan walking into the living room looking around at the small space for you. His phone gripping in his hand with an iron grip. His skin was still electric and he had so much energy he could run a marathon. He planned to. Not running though.

He hears your music and knows you are in the shower. Perfect for him, he needed to shower with the sweat and grime that he was coated in. He moves into the bedroom the smell of your shampoo filling the space. He strips himself of his uniform sighing as the heavy vest is moved off of his shoulders. As soon as his length is freed he groans. The constriction of his pants were killing him, it being made worse by your little photos.

You never bothered to lock the bathroom door when you were home. So he knew he could sneak it without you so much as hearing him. You were so blissfully unaware of his presence in your place. The weed making the water feel like heaven.

He opened the door quietly, closing it the same way. You had your eyes closed as you tilted your head back to allow the conditioner to rinse free. He slid into the shower with you, so close but not touching you yet. No he took time to run his eyes over your soaking figure. He was hooked on the look of you like this but he needed more. His body needed more to decompress. So he reaches forward grabbing your mouth and hooking an arm around your waist to pull you close. His lips moving to your collar.

"Don't scream...not yet...it's just me" He says, you had screamed against his hand briefly eyes widened at his sudden appearance in front of you. You were so stoned you had thought maybe you smoked a bit too much. "Fuck baby I missed you"

He drop his hand from your mouth kissing you. You moaned into his mouth at the sudden pressure. You had missed him so much you felt like just the kiss was enough to bring you to the mood. Your hands traveling to his hips. When you touch his inner hip he goes insane for it. Needy for it. He loved your hands there. He groaned at the pressure.

"Kee when did you get back?" You said when he finally permits you air. He comes out breathless and the sound of it makes his head spin. Fuck did he miss your voice. Miss the nickname he only allowed you to call him.

"Just now, couldn't wait. Need you now" He groans against your skin as he kisses down your neck and jawline. "Fuck I have so much energy. I might get rough"

You moaned at the thought. You fucking loved when he got rough.

"Safeword?" He asks, you knew what he was asking for

"Fanta"

"Good girl, you better use it if you need it." He says, you just nodded. He gestured to his body wash behind your head. "Grab that"

You do and he grabs it from you, tearing his hands off of you was hell and he didn't want to but he had to be clean. He needed to be clean for you. So he grabs your hand squeezing some of the heaven scented gel into your palm. Then moves your wrist to his length. You knew what he wanted. You pumped him like this was lotion and his groans made more heat pool in the bottom of your stomach.

He had done his best to clean the rest of him but your hand almost brought him to his edge too quickly and he forced you hand away effectively accidentally edging himself. He curses and you just look at him as he looks up to the ceiling in the feeling grimacing at his lack of release. He is all soapy and shiny and your high ass is about to melt. He shakes his head.

"Wait for me in the bedroom doll. You're too tempting" You smirked at yourself. Listening and leaving with a sneaky hang brushing his cock. He choked on a groan and fights the urge to pound you against the shower wall right now.

You dried off in the room, and within the next five minutes the water shuts off. Your music forgotten as he moves into the room. He doesn't hesitate grabbing you by the throat and slamming you hard on the bed. You gasped and fidgeted under him. He moves your legs apart with a knee placed between them. He tucked his knee against your core. The friction sending your high ass into heaven. He moves the knee back a millimeter to keep you from it.

"No no, not yet. Not yet. I need you to be my doll for a moment alright? Can you be a good girl for me?" He asks, you whimpered at his words. Internal screeching at how hot he sounds. His deep graveling voice pleading for you to be his fleshlight. You just nod and he leans forward capturing your lips. His kisses are always so sloppy during these times. You loved it. Feeling as his tongue dominates yours and your mouth. He moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

He lifts you off the bed by your throat still moving you in front of the mirrored closet door. Placing you on your knees. His thumb brushing against your lips. You smirk and recreate the photo. Sticking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it. maintaining eye contact while his blue eyes soak in the sight.

"Fuck doll" He whispered as his thumb leaves your lips. He grabs a hand into your wet and unbrushed hair using his others to guide is member to your lips. Keegan did not have what one would call husband dick. What is husband dick? 5-6 inches. What did Keegan have? A much bigger dick. Summer fling dick. 8 inches and girthy. He knew how to use it too and that was a deadly combination.

So when you open your mouth and he pushes himself all the way back into your throat there is a lot of him to take in. You struggled against the intrusion in your throat and he just moaned. Whined almost at the pleasure.

"That's it baby. Breathe through it out through the nose baby" He sighs he pulls you up for air and you gasp it but he uses it as an opening to slam you back down. Your hand hovers over his thigh. Three taps and he stops thats all you need to do if it becomes too much. You don't use it, but you prepare in case. He begins to fuck your throat at a punishing pace for himself.

He wanted nothing more than to rutt into your pretty mouth with no regard but he couldn't. His care for your comfort still takes over even the worst of thoughts.

You had saliva dripping down your chin and onto your chest and your wetness between your legs was dripping down to your thighs. Every thrust and curse leaving you more and more dripping.

"Look at me" He tells you, you do and he groans making eye contact with you as he thrusts into you. "Fuck you look like such a whore like this. I fucking love when you look like a little whore"

Finally he pulls out of your throat, leaving saliva dropping down your chin again. He swipes it with his thumb and then grabs your chin roughly getting you to your feet as he basically manhandles you to the bed. Your knees hitting the edge and you tip over. A hand on your chest has you pushed into the bed laying down. He looks over your body like this.

"You are so fucking hot" He whines as he moves in his fingers moving to your core and running a gentle finger through your folds. You buck your hips towards him and he laughs. Laughs "Look at you being a bad doll. Dolls don't get to be needy."

"Kee please...I've missed you" You groaned, the weed making you so fucking sensitive that it was torture to be teased in any capacity. He doesn't move his hand from your face. He slides the tip of himself through your folds you whined at the pleasure rolling your eyes at it.

"Ooh baby, you missed me?" he coos teasing you further you nodded and tried to buck your hips to him but he shakes his had. "I don't fucking care doll. Sit still and take it"

His hand moves from your face, down to your throat keeping you in place as he slides through your wet folds. The friction makes your head spin. Soft whimpers falling from your lips which he breathes in like it's air. He is panting and whimpering in his own way at the feeling of your slickness against him. He can't handle it anymore getting further onto the bed releasing you but only for a moment.

"Bend over on the bed. Face the mirror" He demands, you are panting and needy and you listen far too quickly. Sober you would be begging for a little pushback. Tease him. Banter. Anything. Not this time, you just wanted to be fucked. He get behind you watching himself in the mirror, watching your anticipation on your face and it seems to make it worse. He needed you more than he needed air.

He places himself at your entrance and wastes no more time shoving into you. Slamming into you until his hips rests against your ass. The moan that escapes your lips is so lewd that he wishes he had recorded it. He wanted that moan imprinted on his fucking skull.

"Shit Doll, you like it when I shove into you like that don't you?" He asks "What a fucking whore. To like it like this."

"Please move, I need it" You whine

"Dolls don't get to talk" He tells you "Unless it's my fucking name don't say shit"

He shoves a thrust into you making you yelp at the pleasure. Your brain is fuzzy from the weed and the pleasure. You white knuckle the sheets in front of you. His pace picks up, slamming into you like it is all you are there for. The sound of your bodies slapping together and the squashing sound from your slickness. It almost is louder than your panting moans.

"Shit Dollface you feel so fucking good" He groan punctuating the words with hard thrusts he reaches forward grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. "Look at how good you look getting fucked like this"

"Keegan" You moaned which makes his eyes practically roll out of his head.

"Fuck say it again"

"Keegan" You whine

"Just like that Doll. Fuck you feel so good. I missed this tight pussy so fucking much" He growls as he slams harder into you. His other hand moving to your hips calloused fingers digging hard into your hip. "Tell me how much you missed my cock"

"So fucking much kee" You answer, too fast which makes him laugh aggressively pulling you flush against his chest by your hair, ignoring your yelp and sharp exhale. His hand on your hip moving to cup one of your breasts. Moving your hardened nub between his fingers.

"Open that fucking pretty mouth Doll" He orders, you do "Stick out that tongue"

You do that too He spits in your mouth, and groans as he watches you face.

"Fuck you're such a whore. Look at you." He says forcing your head back to the mirror. You take in your cock drunk appearance, far too high and dumb from his dick to focus on your imperfections. Just how lewd and pornographic the scene is. He is thrusting into you so hard and at a punishing pace that leaves you panting harshly. "Look at how well you take this fucking cock Doll. How well do you take it tell me"

"Keegan" You whined not knowing how the fuck you were supposed to reply. You couldn't form a single intelligent thought if you tried. How the fuck were you supposed to reply to that. He shakes his head yanking on your hair again spitting in your mouth again.

"Answer the question. How well do you take my fucking fat cock?" He asks

The whimpers coming from your lips turn into mewls as you attempt to figure out an answer for him. Growing impatient he shoves you back into the bed, pressing your face into the mattress as he picks up his pace. His hand moving to the base of your neck to keep you firmly on the bed but allow you to breathe. His thrusts become erratic and uneven and his moaning turning further into whimpers and groans.

He reaches under you with his other hand ribbing circles into your clit which ignored before so rudely. The waves of warmth and pleasure that radiate through you could have melted the artic. Tightening that ball of tension in your core that threatens your release.

"Fuck you perfect fucking doll. I need you to cum all over me. Come on be a good girl for me. Cum on me" He tells you "You are so fucking perfect you fucking whore. Cum on me"

The stars you see ripping through your vision as your orgasm shatters you remain even as the orgasm passes. They remain in your vision as you clench around him. Tightening further which makes him curse under his breath. Pulling him so close to the release he's needed for months. The release he denied himself in the shower.

"Good fucking girl. Good fucking doll." He grinds out, punctuating the words once again with his hard thrusts. He doesn't last much longer "The answer is so fucking well. You take this dick so fucking well"

The sensitivity in your clit ignites further, unsure on the cause. Weed, his words, his finger still messily slipping around your soaked folds as he fucks you so hard you can't think. You don' t know but you feel yourself building again.

"Kee, cumming" you announce and scream his name and profanities into the mattress. He moans feeling your walls clench around him again. Throwing him off his cliff and his orgasm is so intense that he forgets he still has you in his grasp. Not really forgets but forgets that you are a person for a moment

"Oh fuck" He grinds out through it, his hand on your folds moving to your hips and shoving them into the bed into bone prone as he pushes into you his grasp bruising and hard "Oh fuck Fuck"

He fills you, so much escapes into you from the months he has spent without. His energy depleted and his craving sated.

"Good girl"

**AfterCare**

When he pulls out of you and his mind comes down from it's high he realizes how rough he went near the end. He rolls you over onto your back checking your face for any signs of discomfort.

"You did so good for me. Was I too rough?" he asks you shake your head.

"I should tease you on missions more often" You say, he chuckles and then gets up grabbing a water from the minifridge in the corner. Put in for this reason. He hands you a water with no words. You know to drink it. He walks to the dresser to grab himself boxers and you a pair of his shorts. He stops when he see's the blunt's butt and the lighter he looks back at you. Guilt sweeping through him.

"Are you stoned right now?" He asks you freeze and nod slowly. "Baby I wouldn't have if I-"

"I'm fine Kee, I liked it" you say with a giggle he doesn't like it still he sets the shorts beside you helping you clean up the mess he made of you. Lightly kissing you everywhere he can. Every bruise he could see you would have he kissed pressing an ice back from the fridge against it. Whispering how good you did. How beautiful you looked. How precious you were to him Praising you more than usual because he felt bad. You didn't. You were so utterly fucked you knew you would think about it forever. Those sex flashbacks were going to hit different.

#i need it #pleasekillme #kinktober #keeganxreader #Keegan is so 8 inch coded and I am not sorry #can he spit in my mouth please #keegan fucks #Keegan smut #keegan p russ #Cod keegan #this is smut I wrote while listening to mormon church hymns #I only put that last one to see if anyone looks at my tags lmao #COD SMUT #Keegan is kind of filthy low key #high sex is the best sex and I dont wanna hear no fucking back talk

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*clears throat* HIGH HUMANITY P FINALLY BEING ABLE TO EAT AND SHARING ALL KINDS OF WONDERFUL TREATS WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my god Bloodbrown you are reading my mind ahhhh!!

I bet he would love baking so much, and he takes it so seriously when you tell him the best kind of treats are the ones made with love! I actually have a plot bunny about teaching P how to bake and cook floating around in my notes that I’m excited to get some time to work on.

Okay okay!

The growl of a stomach and the pang of hunger had initially concerned P, who tugged on your sleeve urgently. As you turned to face him his stomach rumbled again, you laughed at his mounting concern and explained that it sounded like he was hungry.

“You know, like how when I wake up I always have something to eat? Like that.” You soothed, the worry lines in his brow settling.

This was something normal, something human.

He was now very excited about the prospect of a new human thing he’d be able to try, and eating was something he’d been longing to do, watching you eat tended to be awkward and everything you made looked so appetising.

“I think I have something in the pantry you’ll really like.” You beamed, dragging him into the hotel’s kitchen.

You swung open the pantry doors and rummaged a bit, P looked over your shoulder curiously. The pantry wasn’t filled to the brim but what was in there he wasn’t familiar with at all, tins, cartons and baskets full of food and ingredients he didn’t know the name of.

“Ah hah!” You cheered, pulling a white, metal box from the pantry. “I promise you’ll love these!”

You popped off the lid and inside where multiple yellow discs with brown pieces scattered throughout them, he tilted his head and you waved the box in front of him,

“Try one! They’re homemade.” You coaxed, not that he would take much convincing when it came to you.

“Home… made?” He took a disc, the paper surrounding them crinkling, you also took one for yourself before placing the box on the countertop beside you.

“It means it was made in the home, I made these ones myself. Some people believe the best kind of food is made with love, which you get plenty of in homemade cooking!” You explained, his eyes widened owlishly, throughly impressed once again by your abilities and your knowledge. You’d said before that they weren’t exactly difficult skills to pick up but he didn’t know how to make a… wait what is this thing?

“What… is it?” He questioned, turning the disc over in his hands.

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie.” It was solid in his hand but the surface had a bounce to it, he brought it up to his mouth and was even more eager to try it now that he could smell it.

You watched his reaction closely as he bit into the treat, any hesitance was quickly replaced with pure joy as he rushed to finish the rest of the cookie.

“You like it?” You asked, and you got an enthusiastic nod in response, a giggle bubbling up from P’s throat boyishly. “Would you like another?”

“Yes!” He beamed, you held the box back out to him and he took another cookie for himself but stopped short when he noticed that you hadn’t done the same.

He frowned, looked at the cookie and then back at you before splitting the treat down the middle and offering one half to you. “Love should… be shared.”

You couldn’t agree more.

#hey it’s bloodbrown #fairy is answering #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #added the read more cause I got a little carried away whoops #he would love chocolate so so much I just know it #trying out a thing with P's dialogue - probably something that would work better with low humanity rather than high humanity #but i think him struggling to string his sentences together because he's not used to speaking so much is kind of sweet #makes him even softer spoken in my mind #also also on the note of the baking/cooking plot bunny #P is totally an eats all the ingredients guy #and yes he definitely did make the mistake of trying vanilla extract and cocoa powder after being told he wouldn't like them raw #also he makes a mess of everything but we love him for it #🦋 let your conscience be your guide #nov 2023

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