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tojifm · 10 months

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ride or die (mafia au). ༄ ryomen sukuna.

― summary: you were living your best life, single and newly employed but sukuna had to swoop in to collect his payment (aka, you).

― TW: 18+ plot holes, dubious consent, choking, vaginal fingering, dom/sub undertones, a little bit of blood, uhhhh I think that's it?? I mean honestly sukuna comes with a warning.

word count: 3,721.

Crazy and high.

That’s how you felt as the man before you began to decide whether or not to kill you.

Crazy and high.

That’s how you felt when he asked what your boyfriend meant to you. Nothing. Your answer was breathless.

Crazy and high.

That’s how you felt when he grinned at your answer. His eyebrows furrowed as he questioned you once more.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” you confirmed, shaking your head. “W-we were broken up, months ago.”

He watched you for a moment that held too long. “That’s not what he said.”

Despite the situation, you feel a current of red hot anger moving through your veins. Maybe it was the pent up anger of having to be mature throughout the whole relationship as your ex tainted your image. Maybe it was the fact that even apart and allegedly six feet under your ex was still ruining your life. Maybe it was the fact that you were drugged, kidnapped, and presented before this made-up king on the day of your first real job. Or, maybe it was a combination of everything. “Well, he said a lot of things, but it says a lot about you if you choose to believe him.”

You are grabbed by the hair and yanked back, the grip was tight and your eyes met the ceiling. You wince at the suddenness and less at the pain.“Apologize,” a voice hissed. You clenched your jaw stubbornly, sliding your eyes down to see the demon who watched as if it was nothing but a pleasant exchange. He watched you curiously, chin resting in his hands, eyebrows still furrowed. The lighting was still too dim for you to make out too much of his face. Asshole.

A yank to your hair and you realize that you had said that out loud. “You want to die, don’t you, bitch?” That wasn’t Sukuna. No. It was the disrespecting, self-destructive, low-life who had his hand in your hair that spoke. Sukuna’s eyes don’t waver as you thrash, your tied wrists jerking around behind your back, and yell at the man to let go. He observed you as if you were a zoo animal that needed to be caged. He watched as your seemingly timid figure, clawed at the hand, not realizing the man behind you was triple your size. He took note of the blood on your blouse and the rips on your skirts, the strands of hair sticking to your face and your neck from the nervous sweat. Sukuna meets the eyes of his guard who waited patiently for the finalé. Waited for his boss to make the call. Waited to put an end to the stupid girl at his feet. Poor guy. Sukuna smirks and gives a small shake of his head.

The grip lightens and soon enough, it's gone. You raise your hands to rub the sore spot, not realizing Sukuna had stood up. You mistake his footsteps for the man behind you. You turn around to glare only to find a row of masked army, posted dutifully against the concrete wall. All of them are sized similarly. All equipped with a number of weapons. Vests heavy with bullets. Belts adorned with glinting knives. You try to lock eyes with any of them but they stare ahead. Sukuna had recruited these men that looked straight out of the games your ex-boyfriend played. Call of Puberty or whatever. It couldn’t have been easy. These types of men were not bought with money. They’d do anything for him. You had no idea how you had been able to escape them in the car but you’d rather not test your theories in such a vulnerable position. Newly intimidated you turn back around.

Only to find another problem.

Your nose bumps against Sukuna’s and you let out a soft yelp at the sudden proximity, jerking back quickly. But his hand is already there, behind your head, long fingers encased you, holding you close to him. He is smiling. Up close, you are able to make out his features much more clearly. The left side of his face was scarred almost handsomely. His hair was a faded pink, his face decorated with tattoos on his forehead across his nose, jaw, chin, neck and maybe even further down but the blood stained shirt covered his torso, cutting your eyes short. Your breath becomes ragged, coming in short bursts as your eyes widen in a mixture of apprehension and fascination. You looked like the deer he had shot last week. “Why so skittish?”

It felt almost intimate if not for the situation. Caught between the tumultuous flurry of fear, your body mistakes your racing heartbeat for attraction directed at the killer before you. You struggled to find your voice. “I am not.”

Sukuna's satisfaction becomes evident in the gleam of his dark, lidded eyes at the rasp of your voice. His enjoyment at your disorientation was palpable, a sinister delight that sent a chill down your spine. His hot breath mingled with your own. You are dazed and he is happy. “Oh, but you are,” his dark and lidded eyes scan you one more time, before delivering the verdict. “I’ve decided.”

Crazy and high.

Mad and madder.

That's how you felt when he leaned in closer and bit your bottom lip. And you could not find it in yourself to care for the words he had just let out.

Throughout the steps back to your room, you are nauseous. His words ringing in your head like a warning. You were relieved. But mostly, you were confused. He had spared you. No, he had ripped everything away from you. You were not thankful. Just relieved. That was it. Nothing more.

You will not be a victim of Stockholm syndrome on the first day of captivity.

Another thing was rushing through your head but it was not the words exchanged or the fact that you were most likely to be jobless in case you did make it out (highly unlikely), but rather something else . . .

A recap. A wildly inappropriate and embarrassing recap. In all honesty, you could’ve convinced yourself that you had dreamt the whole interaction if not for the dried blood on your lips and the sound of his reverberating hum that had echoed in the silent room.

If not for the shocked moan, if not for the feeling of his smile against your lips, if not for the hot tongue that had coaxed your mouth into a pliant mess. If not-

Shaking your head you tried to focus on your steps. You had to stop. Distraction you needed a distraction. You decide to focus on the pair of Sukuna’s masked guards that were now guiding you to a room. They were taller and leaner than the ones in the basement and dressed in Tom Ford. They seemed more agile, more alert. No wonder you were free of the ropes that had caged your wrists. They would not make the same mistakes the others had. They will not let their attire hold them back.

You look around the hallways, there's nothing traditional about them. The walls are painted a crimson color so dark it was almost black. It seemed to bleed into the air, permeating the corridor with an unsettling energy. The flooring is a marble that seemed to glare at you for even looking at it. Definitely expensive. It wouldn’t be a surprise. You doubted Sukuna was donating his blood money to charities. He looked and dressed like he could afford to buy countries, it only suited him to live like he did.

Your thoughts are interrupted when the guards stop in front of a tall mahogany door. One of them reaches in his pocket to retrieve a long silver key. With a deliberate motion, he inserts the key into the lock, turning it with a resounding click that reverberates through the silence. The room is dark and you cannot make out anything inside. You wait for one of them to reach inside and turn on the light but they simply stand. You stare at them, unmoving. They stare back, equally blank.

“Get in,” one of them says, still not moving. His voice is calm but laced with warning. Hesitantly you step inside only to jump when the door is thrown shut with a slam that echoed. You hear the door click and come to the conclusion that you’ve been locked inside. You inhale your shock and try to locate the light switch.

“Assholes,” you mumbled into the darkness, “all of them. Stupid jerkfaces.”

Your hand brushes against a smooth spot in the otherwise roughened wall, and smile victoriously when the lights turn on. The room is as big as your apartment but there is nothing lavish about it. The furnishings are functional but lack any sense of warmth or personal touch. To your right, a queen-sized bed in the center accompanied by two side tables honing a singular lamp on top. There's a desk pushed against the wall next to you and just above it was a seemingly new T.V. You delve deeper into the room and locate a door to a walk-in closet that led to a bathroom. What the hell was this house?

You step into the bathroom and observe yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess. Your cheeks stained with the mascara that had dripped from your eyes. Your gaze falls upon your swollen lips, stained with blood, a vivid reminder of the violence and danger that has infiltrated your world. Your fingers tentatively brush against them, tracing the tender flesh, and a shiver reverberates through your body. It is a visceral shock, a jolt of reality that reminds you of the gravity of your predicament.

Was this your life now? From securing an internship to landing a job at the same building you had met your boyfriend. From scrounging for change to make up for the student loans. From shopping at stores until you felt satisfied. From sloppy lunch dates to being enslaved by a man wanted by the country.

Hopeless.

Your vision blurs at the sudden tears that coated your eyes. You blink, once, twice, trying to get rid of them but they just fall. Racing down the path already created for them.

Within the walk-in closet, you discover a treasure trove of clothes, each garment carefully selected and tailored to fit your size. The array of outfits spans a wide range, from elegant gowns to stylish blouses, from casual shorts to impeccably fitting pants. From shorts to the most perfect pants. In a flurry of misplaced emotions, you had tried on almost everything, watching yourself in the mirror. The way the denim hugged your curves. The way the material of pants danced when you walked. The way the skirts cinched your waist and drew attention to your seemingly elongated legs. Almost everything had fit you perfectly.

Too perfect.

You push back the question of just how Ryomen Sukuna would have access to all this information but you didn't need to trouble yourself with any more questions. The day had terrorized you enough, you didn’t need your psyche to do it for you all over again. You knew if you began thinking you would come back to the point of cursing a dead man you had cut out of your life.

You walk back into the shower after picking out a silk pajama set hanging in the closet. Turning on the shower and undressing, as the warm water cascades down your body, soothing your tense muscles, you take a moment to relish in the simple comfort of the shower. With each passing minute, the weight of the day's events begins to wash away, if only temporarily. As you reach for the body wash, your fingers brush against a familiar label. Surprised, you examine the bottle more closely, and to your astonishment, you discover that it is an exact replica of the one you use at home. A sense of surrealism washes over you as you realize that the products in this bathroom are not mere imitations but rather the very same ones you have come to rely on in your daily routine.

He had these brought from the security of your home.

Unsettled once again, you close your eyes, feeling the hot whispers attempt to relax your stiffened body.

You feel refreshed after the shower. Dressed in silk and hair wrapped in the fluffiest towel to ever exist. Somewhat free of your conflicting thoughts you step outside the door to your closet, still drying your hair.

Sukuna's gaze lingers on you, a sinister satisfaction evident in his dark eyes. As you go through your nightly routine, diligently applying the creams and lotions to your face, his presence feels like an unwelcome intrusion. Every motion, every touch of your hand, draws his attention like a predator observing its prey. The subtle satisfaction in Sukuna's expression is unsettling, his amusement at your compliance apparent. His presence, like an invisible weight, hung in the air. He watched as you massaged your temples, seeking solace in the simple act of self-care, unaware of the twisted pleasure it brought to him. His enjoyment at your satisfaction, at the contented hums that escaped your lips, bordered on sadistic

He felt his pants tighten. He watched as your previously distracted gaze raised to meet his giant figure sprawled out comfortably in your temporary bed. He grinned at the sudden shriek you let out. “Making yourself at home?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Greeting my guest, what else?”

You clench your jaw, refusing to meet his gaze directly. His predatory eyes continue to roam over your body, making you feel exposed, vulnerable. The weight of his gaze feels suffocating, as if he is stripping you bare with his eyes alone.

It took you two heartbeats to realize that you basically were. You did not wear a bra or underwear because the closet had everything but the necessities to hide your freshly hardened nipples. It was all intentional . So here you were, in front of your captor, commando mode. You quickly throw your wet hair over your chest, trying your best to cover what the man had already seen.

Sukuna's grin widens, stretching across his face, revealing a set of teeth that adds an unsettling edge to the situation. With a self-assured air, he lifts his hand, running it through his tousled pink hair in a seemingly nonchalant gesture. The action draws your attention, momentarily diverting your thoughts from the impending doom that surrounded you.

In a startling display of confidence, he pats the space next to him, beckoning you to draw closer. “Come here.”

Your affronted scoff breaks the tension in the room for a moment, a flicker of defiance shining through your fear. Despite the overwhelming sense of vulnerability, you refused to cower before him.

"I am not coming anywhere near you," you assert firmly, your voice carrying a mixture of determination and apprehension. The words spill from your lips before you could control it.

For a brief moment, the atmosphere seems to shift, the balance of power momentarily wavering between you and Sukuna. His grin falters ever so slightly, a glimmer of surprise flitting across his dark eyes. It's clear that he's not used to defiance, to someone resisting his commands.

Yet, despite the daring response you've mustered, you remain acutely aware of the danger that surrounds you. Sukuna's unpredictability leaves you on edge, uncertain of how he might react to your refusal.

"Not even on my face?" He pouted mockingly before his tone became menacing. “You don’t have a lot of options right now, doll. Come here.”

Doll.

You repressed a shiver and weighed your options. Which were basically none. Running for the door holds little promise, as you suspect it's likely locked, effectively trapping you within this nightmarish space. Seeking refuge in the bathroom offers no solace either, as the man before you seems all too capable of bypassing such simple barriers.

Your mind races, searching desperately for a glimmer of hope. Yet, the room felt like a claustrophobic cage, suffocating and closing in on you. Fear and desperation intertwine, clouding your judgment as you grapple with the limited options before you.

To choose him is to relinquish your autonomy, to place yourself at his mercy. Submitting to his control means opening yourself up to the unknown. However it is clear what you needed to do.

With a heavy sigh, you find yourself moving closer to Sukuna. You were a butterfly drawn into the intricate web spun by a spider. Too distracted by the beauty to recognize the threat until it was too late. The trepidation lingers, your heart heavy with a mix of resignation and defiance. It was a compromise.

Simple action. Simple defiance that consequently had your head against Sukuna's shoulder and his fingers in your pussy.

- - - - - - -

"You gonna do it again?"

"N-no."

"Say sorry." He emphasizes the word by a particularly hard thrust of his long fingers.

"I’m - Please !"

“What is it?”

“I’m so- SUKUNA!”

His name on your tongue sounded like a lullaby.

“You’re not telling me anything, princess.”

His fingers curl inside you, hitting a spot so deep you didn't even think it was possible. Your mouth is parted in a silent gasp and your back arched against his broad chest. He was still dressed whilst you sat in his lap as naked as the day you were born. Your stained silk pajamas long forgotten on the marble floor. His other hand slides up from holding your thigh open to tracing a path between the valley of your breasts and wrapping around your throat. Your sudden whimper at the grip had Sukuna chuckling half-heartedly. His body was hot against your skin. You could feel the taut muscles against your back.

You could feel every rising breath.

His amusement ended with an involuntary groan when you clenched around him. “You like that? Huh? Fucking whore.”

You shake your head to deny it. But to your surprise you feel your release building. You feel yourself clench at his fingers

“ Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You had to stop him. This was so wrong. For so many reasons. He had taken everything from you, ripped you out of your little bubble for his own selfish reasons- You had to stop him. And as your hands grip his wrist, his thumb lands on your clit. You absolutely keened at the contact, feeling your legs tremble. But it felt so good.

“You’re so fucking wet. Makin’ a mess all over my clothes. C’mon, say sorry and I'll let you cum.”

The sounds of his fingers thrusting into you were loud in the otherwise silent room. Wrong. It was all so wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. It was too much for you to handle.

“You hear that? Your pretty little cunt just taking it all in. All for me.”

You try to bury your face in his neck but his grip on your throat tightens. You were getting close. Your vision was becoming hazy from pleasure but you don’t dare tell him out of fear that he’d deny it for his own sick enjoyment.

You were basically burning. It’s right there. You were close. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued the relentless attack on your pussy, plunging, twisting, curling... You were so close, you could feel it. You could just feel yourself pulsing and gushing all over his fingers. You were a mess. Moaning, whimpering, whining in Sukuna’s ear.

His grip on your neck loosened and you found yourself biting onto the point between his shoulders and neck. His jaw was clenched and lips parted in concentration.

“Say sorry,” he grunted, feeling you clench and tremble. “Say it.”

He wanted to give it to you so bad but you were defiant. Tight-lipped. Miserable. A mess. His erection is prominent against your leg, the giant bulge brushing against your lower back as your body jerked and grinded against his fingers.

“Don’t you wanna cum?”

You don't answer, feeling it coiling in your stomach. But then Sukuna was pulling out his fingers, refusing to give you what he wanted. No, no, no, no, n-

“You think, I can't tell when you’re about to cum?” He breathed against your ear, breathing hard, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek. Then he raised his head and looked down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. “Grinding on my fingers like that, you want it, don’t you?”

You nodded too fast.

He smirked, his hand fell from your throat, brushing against your nipple. Asshole. “Say the magic word.”

“Sorry,” you gasped out not realizing that you had been holding onto your breath. “‘M sorry.”

He seemed satisfied. With your apology, in mind he went back to work with a newfound energy. He pinched your nipples, earning a high-pitched moan from you, before switching over to the other one whilst his other hand traced along the already damp and swollen lips. Your legs widened shifting in his lap, looking for the friction you craved, hoping he’d take the hint just this once.

“You’re all wet and creamy. Fucking leaking all over me.”

You moaned at his words and you both groaned when his fingers finally, finally, slipped inside you. The sound that left his mouth did something to you that even his fingers couldn’t. A shiver runs down your spine, and soon enough you are arching against him.

“A-ah, I’m clo- O-oh.”

“Yeah? I feel you pulsing, doll, so fucking tight. Look at that, such a pretty and perfect cunt. I bet you’ll look so good riding my dick, c’mon, baby. Cum.”

Three more strokes and a thumb circling your clit, you were soon experiencing the most earth shattering orgasm ever. His soft hair brushed against your face as you leaned back against his shoulder, your pussy convulsing around his fingers from the aftermath. Your legs trembled. After making sure there was nothing more left, Sukuna pulled his fingers out and licked them swiftly.

You watched him still breathless, still shocked at what had just happened.

"You sound good when you apologize," Sukuna teased before he was sliding you off and leaving through the door he had come from. His pants still stained with your cum.

What the fuck?

a/n: literally my first time writing smut hehe. lemme know how I did!

honestly I don't even think I had a plot in mind when I started writing but I wanted mafia sukuna so bad 😭😭😭

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peterbazooca · 5 months

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I don't know how to stop making these someone help D:

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the dark urge #astarion #halsin #shadowheart #wyll #gale #jaheira #shrooms #im still not good at resizing photos #pls forgive me #karlach #oc

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theninthlaw · 1 year

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If only you could see what I could see.

#FFXIV #FF14 #FFXIVART #ShBspoilers #GrahaTia #Crystal Exarch #I've been very tired lately so I realised I missed a few key details for our boy...#pls forgive me #;sobs #shadowbringers

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toastyyjams · 10 months

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my demons .......... my demons came out haiii haha

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adankrivervalleynearyou · 7 months

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stranger things as texts w me and my friends

#steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfeild #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #platonic stancy #platonic stobin #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things textposts #st4 #st3 #st edit #I'm so sorry for having an android #pls forgive me

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pouzingarou · 11 months

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Miranda, my darling, my beloved, my ultimate fav...Art i made for the DGM reflexions zine ~

hr its worth a clic and zoom tbh

#my art #dgm #miranda lotto #D.Gray-man #i only have the energy to draw 1 thing every 6 months or so lmao #pls forgive me #but the lack of content for my background protags blorbos is concerning so #*roll up sleeves*#d gray man

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almond-tofuuu · 2 months

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Zayne x reader break up prank on him?!? How'd he react?!?

Break up prank on Dr Zayne?! Ofc it's only a prank, none of us would actually wanna leave this man 😚

Playing with hearts💙

Warnings: none except for bad writing and a little bit of angst (happy ending tho bc I cannot bear to hurt this man 😭)

It all began on a lazy afternoon, the sunlight filtering softly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Tara found yourselves with an unexpected surplus of free time. With no urgent missions or reports looming over your heads, you decided to indulge in a few rounds of kitty cards.

As you shuffled the deck, Tara's mischievous grin hinted at an impending scheme. "How about we up the stakes a bit?" she suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Winner gets to choose a dare for the loser."

You paused, considering her proposal. You'd been on a winning streak so far, your kitty card skills unmatched. With a shrug and a confident smile, you agreed, eager for the challenge.

But fate had other plans.

"...I lost?" you muttered to yourself, disbelief washing over you as you stared at the cards in your hand. Tara had orchestrated a flawless victory, leaving you stunned and humiliated. She reveled in her triumph, a victorious gleam in her eyes.

With a resigned sigh, you accepted your defeat and braced yourself for Tara's dare. Little did you know, it would lead to a moment of unexpected turmoil.

Which brings you to where you are now, standing awkwardly outside of Zayne's office as he's typing away on his laptop, oblivious to your current predicament. Tara's 'brilliant dare' was for you to pull a prank on Zayne, pretending to breakup with him, and as a woman of your word, you were determined to see it through. However, as you hovered in the doorway, watching your loving boyfriend hard at work, you couldn't help but feel guilty about what you were about to do. Taking a deep breath you put your nerves aside and sauntered up to his desk. Hearing you approach, Zayne raised his head to look at you, a small smile gracing his face and his eyes softening upon seeing you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you until later tonight, what brings you here, love? You haven't gotten yourself injured again, have you?" Zayne asks gently, his eyes scanning your body for any signs of injuries.

Your resolve wavered as you met his gaze, his concern melting away your confidence. But you pressed on, determined to execute the prank with finesse.

"No, Zayne, I'm not injured.... But I think we need to talk" you try to keep your voice steady as you speak, knowing Zayne is very perceptive so you need to do this right if you want to successfully prank him.

"Oh, it sounds like you've got something important to tell me" Zayne's brow furrowed, sensing the gravity of your words. He rose from his desk, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch with a gentle touch, "go on, what is it you need to say, love?"

As you prepared to deliver the fake breakup, guilt weighed heavy on your heart. But you steeled yourself, unable to back down now. With a deep breath, you uttered the words, your voice barely above a whisper, "I-... I think we should break up..."

One second passes.....then two, three, four.... The silence is suffocating. After 30 seconds of no response from him, you sigh and look up at him, assuming he already realised it was a prank. However, when you finally see his face, your heart breaks. His brows were furrowed in confusion, lips parted slightly as if he's trying to speak but can't quite get the words out, and his eyes, you've never seen such raw emotion in his eyes, and you realise they're glossy with tears he is trying desperately to hold back. Before you could retract your words, Zayne spoke, his voice laced with pain.

"I see... I'm sorry that you're not longer happy with me... I'm aware that my work takes up a lot of my time, and perhaps I haven't given you as much attention as you deserve..." he trails off, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he fights to keep his composure.

In that moment, you curse yourself for agreeing to that damn bet. Your facade shatters, tears blurring your vision as you reach for him, hands gently cradling his face, desperate to undo the damage. "No, Zayne, please don't think like that!" you pleaded, your voice breaking. "You make me feel like the most special girl in the world! It was just a prank, a really stupid prank. I love you, Zayne."

"A prank?..... You mean, you don't actually want to break up?" Zayne's eyes search yours, hopeful that you're telling the truth.

Nodding, you reply earnestly "Yes, it's all because I lost a bet with Tara. I love you, Zayne, I don't want to break up with you"

It takes him a minute to fully register what you had said, but when he finally does he exhales a shaky sigh of relief, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest, head buried in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent, trying to calm himself. You both stay like that for a few minutes, Zayne refusing to let you go, his voice barely audible as he softly whispers into your ear "please don't ever do that again.... I can't bear the thought of losing you... You are everything to me"

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #fic #its just a prank i swear #im so sorry #pls forgive me #i don't want to hurt you zayne #i love this man so deeply

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swann-song · 12 days

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daydreaming - part five

summary: pierre is tired but he does not notice it when he's with you

warning: nsfw, 18+ please

pierre wiggled on his boots and crosses the gravel from the shed to the farm. some of his cows were mooing loud, he was not in the mood this morning. then he hears someone say your name, full government name. he turned to see pascale with a hand on her hip. "yes and…" pierre was tired, he only had two hours sleep, he ignored her and went to the herd. he heard pascale shuffling after him, "aren’t you going to introduce her to the family". pierre scoffed, "so you can all scare her off with all those questions and comments, farmers wives do this and that"

there was a little hay in their water and pierre removed it, his cows have become real snobs. "they can’t stand it anymore, you don’t eat dinner, come home late and you won’t even introduce her" so pascale had been sent by his parents. "you already know her" pierre cannot concentrate, he went back to his office and knew he had paperwork to do. "it’s not the same pierre, you have to do these things properly"

that grated pierre. when will he ever have the time to do things properly. you’d been his girlfriend four months and two weeks now, yes he kept count. date nights were now rare, the most he talks to you is on the phone while he watched his cows and your are on break at the library. in the evenings he rushes over to your apartment and has the speeding tickets to prove it. he spends every night with you and it never feels like enough, you’ve never had a lazy morning together, day trips or even a full weekend to yourselves. pierre knew he wasn’t doing the it right.

you told pierre you didn’t mind, that you understand. you reassured him yes, but pierre can’t help but think of the future. he has this anxiety that you’ll begin to resent him for it, that all the time lost will add up and and you step back, you’ll see that pierre isn’t worth all the days you wait for him. every night, he steps into your apartment, you jump up at him eager and grip onto him till he leaves. he wants to see you in the daylight, to not rush or feel like he’s on borrowed time. he knows you like to travel, you do so with your friends every other week. it’s just another lifestyle difference he knows he can’t bridge the gap to. he knows you are making memories without him. to think that you feel the same dull ache he feels as he wastes the day waiting to come to you makes pierre doubt himself.

the hot shower is quick, pierre winces as the water runs through cuts in his body he hadn’t noticed. he’s tired and still hungry. he rummages through his clothes and throws on a shirt he knows you react very well to. if he can’t have the days, he’s determined to make the nights counts. like a mantra to himself, he isn’t going to self sabotage and let his over thinking ruin the best thing in his life.

you watched pierres car pull up from your window. he’s a little earlier than usual. you check yourself in the mirror again, a little sundress. pierre walked through the door with a bootle of wine in his hand, his arms open and you walk into them. you wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him. you take in his smell and rest your head in his chest. pierre says hello into your lips and squeezes you before going to the table, setting the bottle down.

he looks you up and down as he takes off his jacket, "that’s a very pretty dress" you thank him and give a little twirl. "very thin though, are you sure your not cold" he’s smirking down at you now. his fingers left feathery touches on the top of your thigh and he is playing with the hem of your dress, lifting it a little. he notices you’ve "forgotten" your panties, he looks up at you and cocks his head to the side. "i've ordered chinese so i hope your hungry" you start setting the table, liking the way pierre takes your teasing.

dinner is delicious, your friend had recommended this new place and pierre was loving it even more than you. pierre mocks you for eating slow and you told him it’s unnatural to inhale your food the way he does. you rambled on about your day, you had had an old man try to donate a box of his old playboys, he was trying to be environmentally conscious, he claimed. your feet tapped at pierres, you liked watching him relax and smile at your jokes. you were making good use of the wine but pierre only took sips of his cup, saying he needs to work early tomorrow. it’s never ending, you should’ve known that since he is a farmer but you hadn’t realised how relentless and nonstop it really was especially since he works alone. he works so hard and you admire him, every part of being a farmer impressing you. your feet slid up his thigh and pierre took the opportunity to grab it and tickle you. you try to squirm your feet out of his hands while you howl with laughter. he was laughing and proud of himself for turning the tables on you.

you watched him clean the dinner plates, his eyes sleepy and blinking slow. "why don’t you just sleep here tonight" he dries a dish and turns to you. "just sleep? is that what all your teasing was for" he notices your serious tone and stops. "only.. you look really tired that’s all, don’t you want to rest tonight, i wouldn’t mind" you take his hand and drag him to the bedroom. pierre’s lips kiss your neck and jaw as you get comfortable under him. you pull his head back with a gentle tug of his hair, his blue eyes meet yours and you take in his intense gaze, his lips parted. "that’s not how you get a good nights sleep" you pull his head into the nape of your neck and gently stroke his hair, hoping the movement will lull him to sleep. he hums against your neck a little irritated but compliant. he grabs your sides and pulls you tightly against him, you slot into each other comfortably and you close your eyes to sleep.

"i am very tired" pierres voice is low and deep, you thought he’d already fallen asleep. "but no matter how tired i am" pierre’s arms were at either side of your head and he climbed atop you, "i’ve spent all night looking at the way the light shines through that dress and shows your whole body" he kisses your neck gently and his fingers tangle around your neck. "and as nice as you are being, darling, i’d prefer it if we had some fun" you loved it when pierre got like this, your legs opened and you wrapped them around his hips, feeling your dress slide up and pool at your stomach. pierre took a sharp inhale and quickly removed his jeans. you watched his skilled fingers and his chest rise in anticipation. you reached for him, pulling his shirt up, feeling his toned stomach and back, any excuse to run your fingers along him.

pierre pushed you down to the pillow by your neck, he starts kissing you rough and hungry. you feel his hands palm your sensitive inner thigh and he runs his fingers along your folds, you breathe in sharp, he starts to apply pressure on your clit and mumbles in your lips, "your so wet and needy" his tone was sweet but his hands are rough, you feel your climax building as he inserts his fingers into you. his thumb still stroking your clit and you try to escape his lips to breathe. pierre won’t let you, he hold your head still, sloppy and hot kisses on your lips as his fingers work faster. you hold onto his arm when you felt your orgasm begin and suddenly, pierre took his fingers out, he was watching you. he smiled and kissed your jaw. you weren’t happy with the cold, your cunt was hot and pulsing around nothing. you blushed violently and didn’t wanna meet pierres eyes.

pierre pulled your dress above your head and you couldn’t help but pout at him. pierre chuckled "i’m sorry that was mean" he didn’t sound sorry, both his hands held your waist. he felt up your body and grabbed your breasts, they weren’t very significant but they fit perfectly into pierre’s hands. he messaged them in his hands and tugged them a little, you suppress a whine and pierre opened your legs up, on top of you as he bites one of your nipples, he licks up to your neck and you are breathing hard. your hips bulk up to his in desperation, he holds them down and scolds you. "be patient we have all night". the thought of pierre teasing you like this all night was unbearable. you feel his cock against your stomach, thick and pulsing through his boxers. you arch your back upwards and moan into his neck. "please pierre"

pierre stars biting at your ears gently as you desperately pull his boxers down, his cock springs onto your stomach, the tip red and already wet with his precum. you pull at pierre’s hair and he sits up, he opens your legs wide, you watch him, holding your breath. he strokes himself gently as he watches your pussy, he makes eye contact with you and you suddenly feel shy. his toned arms, thick thighs and abs having an obvious affect on you and he knows it. he uses his thumb to stroke your clit, you tense at the contact, he runs it down your pussy and collects some of the juices on his hand, using it to stoke himself again. you tilt your head back and suppress a moan, pierre teases you too much. he smiles up at you and lifts your head back up to him, his hand in your hair. he moves closer and you feel his cock rub against your folds. "your so wet and warm, i know your going to feel good" his voice is deep, barely above a whisper. he taps his cock at your entrance and starts rubbing against it. it makes your eyes roll, his thick cock pushing your clit. the sound of your pussy fills the room and you cover your face. you feel your orgasm building again but you don’t trust pierre, you try to stop your hips from rocking into him but you move on impulse.

you were right, pierre watches your face and stops, breathing heavily above you. pierre presses his cock into you, gently at first, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you grip the sheets around you. when he’s filling you, you begin to wiggle under him, completely overwhelmed. pierre kisses your shoulders and arms to relax you while he catches his breath. "your too fucking tight.. but your doing so well, just be good okay" you nod at him but your vision is blurry. pierre feels so good inside you, he moves in and out of you slowly and when he can feel you relax, he picks up his pace, your nails dig into his shoulder. you feel your eyes fill with tears and pierre kisses them and your cheeks while still fucking you hard. your climax builds again as he plays with your cunt, pierres breathing and moans fill the room with yours. his voice and his warm body on top of you, his cock drilling into you. pierre watches you as you stare at his cock pumping into you, you start to moan his name urgently. your body jerks up to his, your core releases and you orgasm around pierre's cock. your head feels dizzy and your walls tighten around him, he fucks you through it and watches you in awe.

pierre starts kissing you again and he curses into your lips, you feel him cum inside you. he rocks inside you some more and sits up, he spreads your legs wide and watched as his cum drips down your pussy. you blush and cover your face with a pillow. you feel pierres fingers tease your heat, you throw your pillow at him and he dodged it with a laugh. you were sensitive and sore, you wiggled out of his grip and that’s when you saw what he was doing. pierre climbed up and kissed you, his lips red and raw. he then slid his fingers into your mouth. you tasted his cum and sucked on his fingers, he is looking into your eyes transfixed. you licked his fingers gently and he pulled them out, resting them on your lips. he said your name and you hummed. "i'm in love with you" pierres confession was sweet and gentle.

you were lightheaded, your body was exhausted. you couldn’t believe him. the way he spoke so softly after fucking you like that. you had never imagined the shy and gentle farmer pierre chavanges would be so deceptive. your fingers tapped his face and you looked at him bright blue eyes, now sparkling after sex. you bury your hands in his soft hair, moving back and forth. your mind goes blank, just enjoying the feel of him so close. he kisses your temple and laughs, "this is the part where you say something too.. or not" you realised you hadn’t even answered him. you giggle, he shakes his head in bewilderment. "it’s funny is it, do you think i'm funny" he’s smiling down at you and you really enjoy the view. "no no that’s not it" you take his face in your hands and he pecks a kiss on one before looking back at you in anticipation. his eyes were wide and cute. " i think i love you too". pierres face breaks into a grin, his relief palpable and he starts attacking you with kisses.

your heart feels full but you are beyond exhausted thanks to pierre, your eyelids are heavy and you fall asleep in pierres arms while he’s still wide awake from the adrenaline rush you gave him.

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#😳😳#pls forgive me #swann arlaud #pierre chavanges #petit paysan #bloody milk #fanfic #slow burn #smut #y/n

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