#tw dirty talk

[smut-slut69]

“Dirty Talk”

Kinktober 2023|Day 6 ~ Dirty Talk

Pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: You had always known your husband was a work oriented man. But after you had you’re son, long hours at work turned longer and longer. Making you doubt if your husband still felt the same as he did before you had your son.

“Baby, what do you think about this one” you asked looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress was pretty but looked like pretty much everything else in your closet, but you had so many clothes, you’d forget about it in a moment. “It’s not too tight is it?”

You turn around after getting no response from your husband who had his phone to his ear, tons of your other purchases hanging off his strong shoulders. Kyojuro was always working now, he was a business-focused man before you all got married and had a baby, but at least he paid attention to you then.

When he offered to go shopping with you you got excited, this could have been a chance to spend more time with him. But with each store the two of you went into, the more un-excited he seemed to get.

He always seemed unexcited around you now. The only time his eyes seemed to light up any more was when you brought his son to him at home.

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you slipped back into the dressing room, pushing off the dress. He could have at least looked at you, but he seemed to hate doing that now. You were racking your brain about why Kyojuro had been so distant lately. Was there someone else, were you not as fine as he used to think you were, you had gained a little weight after the baby, but you thought it suited you.

Ignoring the tear that rolled down your eyes, you left the rest of the dresses in the room, putting on your jeans and blouse before leaving the dressing room.

Still on the phone, Kyojuro followed behind you, and with your mood now spoiled you were ready to head to the car.

As the weeks went on your sour moods turned to pure sadness. Kyojuro had seemed even more distant than ever lately. A lot of the time, you were left on your lonesome just you and your son. You loved your son as much as you loved Kyojuro, but there was only so much company a baby could give, especially when your son sleeps 50% of the time. So on most nights, you were in bed, depending on being interested in some book you left on your nightstand.

You consider yourself a strong woman, it was one of the many reasons why Kyojuro had fallen in love with you. But tonight was one of the nights where you felt weaker than ever. It was hard to admit it but the way your marriage had been after you had your son hurt you. You wish Kyojuro was here, to hold you and giggle about how cute your baby boy was together. The fact his warm hands weren’t around you was enough to bring long, held-off, tears in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you were crying, at some point, you were just holding yourself until your cries turned into sniffles. You almost felt yourself drifting away but your hope of sleep was disrupted by footsteps entering your bedroom.

“Kyojuro” you called out. “What time is it?” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it love, why aren’t you sleeping?” he questioned.

You sat up from your bed, reaching for your phone lying on your nightstand to check the time. Anger seared in you when you saw it.``Don’t change the subject, why the hell are you just getting home at two in the morning” you said, turning to him.

The moonlight allowed him to see the partially dried tears that stained your puffy cheeks. “Love, have you been crying?” he questioned softly.

“Lov-” he tried again, “I mean what else do you want me to do but cry, you haven’t been home with me in what feels like forever!” you yelled.

“Calm down, I was just working late at the office Y/n, you know I’m closing up a big deal”

“Bull shit, there’s no reason you need to be away from me and your fucking son that long”you yelled.

Kyojuro frowned, crossing his arms, “Y/n you’re being dramatic, just go to bed, I’m tired, I don’t have time for this” he groaned.

“You’re tired!” You shrieked, “hHowthe fuck do you think I feel, I’m home with our son all the fucking time without your help!”

“What Y/n, you’re clearly just in a mood to argue so I’m going to sleep,” he said, turning around to get ready for bed.

Angry, hot tears fell down your cheeks.

“You can’t just dismiss me every time you don’t feel like talking” you spoke angrily.

“Whatever Y/n, I told you I’m not arguing with you”

“I don’t want to argue, I’m trying to tell you I’m upset!” You yelled. Your gut-wrenching tone is what made Kyojuro stop midway through undoing his tie to look at you.

You settled down onto the bed, breathing unevenly,“I-Is there someone else” you sobbed, “I just don’t understand” you cried. “I know I’ve gained a little weight but I think I’m still pretty, I can’t be that disgusting that you want extra time away all the time.'' you exclaimed, too worked up to notice more tears falling from your eyes.

Kyojuro felt worse than he ever had seeing you like this because of him, he knew how hard you were crying, and the fact he caused your tears made it so much worse. “Oh Y/n, come here” he opened his arms, laying on the bed beside you.

You wanted to curse at him, yell at him for everything he was making you feel, but you couldn’t help but fall into his arms, letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

He whispered into your ear, trying to console you, hoping to end your tears. He held you until you stilled in his arms, clinging onto him.

“Love, look at me,” he asked. You lifted your tear-stained face at his request. He lifted a large hand to swipe the leftover tears on his cheeks.

“There’s no one else, and there never will be,”Kyojuro said, hands trailing down to pull your frame closer to him.

“I thought you were the most sexy, gorgeous woman in the world before you had our son, but the glow you have now is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, I’m so sorry I made you feel this way, so so sorry my love” He whispered.

You looked at him with teary eyes, “Please don’t cry” he asked.

One of your shaky hands came to grip his jaw, pulling him closer to you. You couldn’t remember the last time the two oad really kissed. Sure there had been quick pecks and sloppy cheek kisses, but it had been a while since Kyojuro had kissed you.

Your lips were just as pillowy soft as they always were, and your tears tasted sour in the kiss, but it was everything you needed. The two of you kissed like you used to back when you were teenagers, till you couldn’t breathe, only pulling away when the need to breathe became urgent.

There was so much more that Kyojuro wanted to apologize for, but definitely wasn’t thinking with his head. His grip on your hips tightened as he flipped you over onto your back, watching as your legs spread out on impact. He smiled at your appearance, hairdisheveleddicheveled, nipples threatening to peek out of your silk gown, silky smooth thighs visible.

“Stars, you’re so beautiful” He whispered.

He leaned down to kiss you once again, trailing down to your jaw and then to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your chest. Kyojuro pulled down the tips of your nightgown, watching as your full tits spilled out. One of his strong hands came to massage your breasts, his mouth sucking your pert nipple.

You let out stifled moans above him, biting your finger so you wouldn’t make too much noise. Kyojuro parted from your chest making you whine. “Don’t you dare hide those noises from me” he demanded, fingers tracing the edge of your nightgown. “B-but the baby” you explained.

He shook his head,IYou and me both know he sleeps through the night” he laughed, pushing your nightgown up over your stomach. He smiled at the sight, trailing lightly over the ticklish parts of your stomach, making you tense at the sensation.

“I almost forgot how sensitive you are, bet your pussy’s still the same way” he mused as his hands trailed towards your thighs, watching as your thighs twitched from the feeling.

“How’s she feeling huh? I bet she’s twitching, just waiting for me to touch her” he smiled, tapping your clit through your thin lace underwear.

“Bet she missed me, didn’t she” He asked, your eyes were closed tight as you felt him, lips formed into a round O shape.

He tutted at you, grasping a hold of your chin making your eyes shoot open to look at him.

“Answer me baby, did your little pussy miss me” He asked again.

“Mhmm” you whimpered, teeth biting into your lower lip.

“I bet you want me to touch her,”He asked, “Y-yes” you stuttered out.

His fingers slowly rubbed against your slit, feather-light you could barely feel him touching you. You groaned at his teasing pace. “Why do you sound so upset with my love, am I not giving you what you wanted?” he said.

“I-I want m-” you started, but he cut you off, “You want more, what do you want?”

“Do you want me to make me cum with my fingers on you?” he said, suddenly rubbing harsh circles on your more than sensitive clit, making your thighs twitch and your pussy gush onto your underwear. “Or maybe you want to cum on my fingers” Kyojuro mused, moving to prod at your entrance through your underwear.

“Or maybe you want to cum in my mouth, though, I know you like it wheN i talk you through it,”he said, laughing as you moaned loudly at his words.

“Which is it my love, answer e, or nothings gonna happen”

“Y-your fingers, your fingers baby” you answered.

He slipped next to you, a hand coming to rest over your head the other tracking shapes onto the inside of your thigh occasionally dancing over your slit,What's the magic word”

“Baby please, can I have your fingers”you begged. Kyojuro left a wet kiss on your cheek, “Of course my love”.

His hands trailed into your underwear, sighing at how wet you were, “God baby, your pussy’s drooling” he hummed. He brought a single finger to circle over your entrance. You bucked your hips up into his hand moaning as his long finger sucked into your tight pussy.

“Of, fuck baby, it feels so good” you admitted, twitching as his fingers reached knuckle deep into you. “I can tell. She sucked me right in, god your stightjt, I haven’t stretched your little pussy out in a while, guess I’ll have to change that”

He drove his fingers in, and out of you drinking in the beautiful sounds you were making. He missed this, missed you, and this was just what he needed.

“Think you can take another one?” he asked.

You nodded frantically, “Please, stretch me out” you begged.

He managed to wedge two of his fingers into your tight pussy. You were shaking in his grip, holding onto his arms as the pleasure drove you insane. His fingers were long and thick, they managed to touch that spongy part inside of you that made your legs twitch in a way you couldn’t control.

“Does it feel good my love” he huffed in your ear.

“Yes, fuck it’s so good” you moaned.

“Yeah, you like it when my fingers are so deep i,n you” he said, you smiled, “Mhmm”.

He watched your face contort into a lop-sided grin, enjoying yourself. You would have been embarrassed at how fast you were ready to cum, but how could you be blamed. It had been forever since he had fingered you like this, talked less, talked to you like this. It was driving you crazy, especially when the ball of his hand would drag over your clit making you squirm.

“Are you gonna cum My love”he asked.

“I-I’m so close” you admitted.

Your hips ground down onto his hand, making a mess on his hands “You wanna cum” He asked.

“So bad, I wanna cum so bad”

He hummed, watching your eyes roll back in your head and just needing one more push to send you over the edge.

“Then do it My love, cum all over my fingers” hinstructeded.

Your whole body stilled for a second, scaring Kyojuro a liBeforeit. BEfore your legs shook ridiculously, jutting his fingers deeper inside of you. Your pussy gushed all over his hand but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be ashamed.

Your thighs twitched as Kyojuro pulled out of you, printing his wet fingers to your mouth, “Open” he instructed. You took his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself.

He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I still have a lot I want to say,” you said.

He nodded, holding you closer, “And I’ll listen”

“I’ll listen to every word”

Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed! This is barely proof read and I hope this was good:)

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[jadespeedster17]

Seven Minuets

Summary: Grian wasn’t having a fun time, his current boyfriend, Richard, was starting to annoy him. He was happy Scar was here and all, if just for support through this ‘guys night’. Playing stupid games and Richard not knowing how to keep his hands to himself.

Notes: Saw a prompt from one of @bluiex anon’s, Stalker!Killer!Scar and Grian. Decided why not. More Killer... not much Stalker, it’s hinted.

Warning: Smut(ish) (heavy make out really), Stalker Behavior, Blood, Murder, Death, Romanization of very dark things, dirty talk, and cults. (Scar’s in a murder cult so yeah)

Disclaimer: Author does not in IRL think these things are even remotely okay behavior, this is a fic, it is fiction. Take the warnings to heart, and don’t be an ass.

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It was loud, it smelled of beer, and it just wasn’t as fun as Grian had hoped. He was now seriously regretting turning down Jimmy and Tango’s offer to hang with them, Ren, Bdubs, and Cub. Even though Scar came along, that didn’t do much to stop the rise of irritation in Grian’s temper. He was just trying to enjoy the movie, with the sound of his current boyfriend doing a shots competition. 

He sighed a bit, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. Scar gave him an apologetic smile, “We can still ditch and head over to Jimmy’s, sure he’ll let us crash for the night.” he suggested, even if he tried to hide the disgust in his eyes at the group of guys.

Grian was seriously tempted, though he was too much of a kind person to just leave. Seemed rude... Rude like Richard stumbling over to him, the thick scent of cheap booze on him, making Grian’s nose wrinkle. Hands on his chest as the tipsy man kissed his neck, hands moving down.

“No Rich.” Grian said shoving his hands away, he wasn’t about to have sex in front of the others.

Richard huffed in annoyance, “Come on darling,” he grumbled, “The others wouldn’t mind at all, if you’re so upset about them watching we can head upstairs.” he told him.

Grian wrinkled up his nose, “no Richard,” more firmly than the last one, “I don’t want to, end of story.”

The other didn’t seem pleased with that, but puffed out breath letting go and getting off Grian all together. Heading back to the table, “Whatever man, come on, at least play some games.” he grumbled. Grian made a face but sighed walking over, he didn’t notice the dark glare Scar was getting Richard the whole time. 

“Seven minuets in Heaven is the name of the game.” one of the others snicker, Grian didn’t bother remembering the name. “Might help loosen up some people.” he joked, and Grian held back a glare.

“Rules are simple,” a bottle was placed on the table, “Spin the bottle, and who it lands on on your turn you go into the closet with for 7 minuets.”

Yeah, Grian knew the rules, he placed the game once before in highschool. that was how he met his friends, he and Tango ended up in the closet. Tango then confessed to him his feelings for Jimmy, and wanted Grian to play wing man. To which Grian also dragged Scar into the mess, but hey it worked, they were still happily together. Might have ended with Jimmy getting a bloody nose due to a plan gone wrong, but it still worked. 

He really is now wishing he went over to their house again. Why did he stay with Richard? Part of him guessed it was desperation. Though this was only the 4th date, the guy had been showing red flag after red flag. After tonight it was over, Grian honestly was done play this game. The man rarely respected his boundries.

He remembered venting to Scar about how Richard had tried to get his hands down his pants during the previews of the movies their last date. Richard had apologized, and promised to wait... well we see how that’s turning out. Asshole really just wanted to fuck like rabbits. 

Grian was all for sexual intimacy and a good fuck, but he also liked the romantic aspect of things. Was he weird for just liking a good make out session? Just cuddling in the night with no need for a build up? Honestly... he wished he could find guys like Scar. 

Problem was Grian was certain Scar was straight, and he didn’t want to impose on their friendship or make things awkward. Honestly he was afraid if they did date, and eventually break up, it’d be too odd to keep a friendship. He didn’t want to lose Scar as a friend, the other was also so caring, comforting, and had helped Grian through alot of issues in his life.

He snapped back into reality when Scar offered to go first. The ever present friendly smile on his face, spinning the bottle easily. Grian felt the others eyeing Scar up with drunken lust. Honestly made his skin crawl, even if Scar didn’t seem to notice or care. 

The bottle landed on Richard as some were laughing, “What are the odds the friend would end up in the closet with the boyfriend.” one heckled, Grian shrugged at Scar, he trusted the guy not to do anything. 

Scar wasn’t the type to cheat, given how he saw it hurt Grian last time.

Scar shrugged back, “Be back G.” he said cheerfully as he walked with Richard to the closet. The fact Richard didn’t protest said alot... You know what fuck it, he excused himself to the bathroom once the closet door closed. Ignoring the jeers form the 3 other men. 

He made sure to lock the door... unease in his stomach.

Picking up his cellphone he dialed Jimmy’s number and sat down on the cold floor waiting. The phone rang a few times, before it picked up, “Hey Grian!” a cheerful voice said as he could hear voices in the back of laughing and chatting. “Be right back guys, Ren don’t steal my cards.” he said and Grian had no doubt Jimmy with giving the ‘I’m watching you’ look to Ren.

“What’s up man, hows your night?” Jimmy asked him, voice as happy as ever, honestly the familiar tone made Grian relax a bit.

“Not to well.” Grian grumbled with a heavy sigh, “Jimmy, mind if me and Scar come on over? I don’t want to stay here any longer.” he asked in a smaller tone. His brown eyes staring at the ground.

A pause, “Sure G, need me to pick you up?” Jimmy asked, tone slightly worried and more serious, “Ren will no doubt come also if you feel you need him?” he suggested.

A faint smile tugged at Grian’s lips, Ren was a body builder, Richard was scared shitless of him even if he talked a big game. “Nah man, it’s just... Richard is an ass and I really don’t want to stay with him. I also don’t wanna go home tonight, just want some friends.” he admits, his voice did breka at the end. The night had been rough, and Grian was holding back tears of frustration.

“Yeah sure, tell you what, I’ll pay pal you some money, get all of us some comfort food. We’ll play cards against humanity and watch some Scooby doo tonight. You and Scar are more than welcome to stay a feww nights.” Jimmy suggested as Grian gavea  weak laugh and smile.

Sniffling a bit he made a sound of agreement, “I’ll get some pizza for the oven and ice cream then.” he suggested. “And yes I’ll get Bdubs favorite, need to keep the gremlin pleased.” he joked lightly feeling a big better when Jimmy laughed also.

“Sounds like a great time, see you in 2 hours then G, I’ll let the others know.” Jimmy promised, “We’ll be here, promise.” warmth filled he at the words as he muttered a thanks and bye. Hanging up Grian laid his head back on the wall, he felt a bit better.

Honestly he was happy to have friends like these guys, sure each one of them was in their own form of weird relationship, but none of them pressured Grian to do anything. Scar approved of each of them, though had jokingly said if any of them hurt Grian he’d hurt them. As if any of them would, Grian took some breaths to calm down, he didn’t want to walk outside looking like he’d been crying.

Meanwhile, as Grian had went to the bathroom to call Jimmy, Scar looked at Richard who was grinning down at him.

“You know your small friend is quiet the tightest cunt I’ve ever met.” Richard grumbled, “Wonder if you are?” he purred in a slurred tone. “I’ll admit you’ve got quiet the abs on you.”

Scar snorted some laughter, “I try to at least work out, makes the job easier.” he said leaning closer to Richard who was grinning at that.

“Job?” Richard echoed a bit, hand coming up to ran over Scar’s exposed chest. “Could give a shit less what you do man, I need a fix, and frankly Grian isn’t being happy about helping me out.” he scowled a bit, Then turned back to eyeing up Scar and licking his lower lip. 

A deep hum as Richard started to kiss on Scar’s neck a bit, pressing up to him, “I think you’d be interested in it.” his hand moving up Richard’s back, “I’ve never told Grian about it... though that might change soon with you here.”

Richard groaned out a bit as Scar was rubbing up his side then to his back and hair. He was also started to go lower, playing with the belt a bit and-

Sharp pain rushed through Richard’s backside, as Scar was grinning at him. Warmth ran down his back as something was yanked out. Richard stumbled back a bit as he looked at the other. Pale mask with a sinister smile looked back. In Scar’s hand was a knife, red with blood now that dripped onto the floor. “It’s not much of a job, but it works.” Scar growled, Richard tried to struggle, in his drunken haze. Though aware, his body wasn’t really wanting to work. Adrenalin trying to kick in as Scar started to stab him, covering his mouth to keep him from crying out for help.

Grian came into the room as he heard loud bangs from the closet, the other 3 had also started to notice. “Scar?’ Grian said as he went over and the door opened. He stared at Scar stepped out of the closet.

“Well he’s dead.” Scar said calmly, as Grian stared, the other was covered in blood, holding loosely in his hands a bloody knife. He was also wearing a strange mask, it was blue with white streaks and a even fanged smile.

One of the others said, “Scar that’s not funny man.” he said getting up a bit stumbly on his feet.

Scar smirked slightly, “I think it’s quiet funny.” he commented with a grin at them, “Not like anyone will miss him.”

Grian walked past Scar and over to the closet, and stared in shock at the blood running out of Richard, his eyes widen with horror, blood on his mouth and all over his chest and back. Bleeding out onto the floors, he bent down slowly and placed a hand on him shoving the guy and checking him. “He’s... he’s dead... like really dead!” he said in a higher pitched voice.

As soon as he said this, Scar moved, grabbing Kyle, the more skinny guy and slicing open his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” Mike yelled out as Kyle fell over gagging and sputtering on blood as he convulsed on the floor in pain. Possibly unable to breath as the blood filled his mouth and lungs.

Nick tried to rush at Scar, only to be over powered easily, Grian has seen Scar working out. He could easily take on Nick, who clearly was a twig from possibly doing drugs. Scar laughed  as stabbed Nick in the chest, the other struggling. Mike came to his senses and went to help, Scar looked at him and grinned as he shoved Nick into Mike. Making them both stumble.

He went over and stabbed Nick in the back a few times as the other’s weight held down Mike. He was trying to get up, calling out for help, calling out Grian’s name. Too call the cops, to do something. 

Grian felt numb though as he watched Scar toss aside Nick, and get on top of Mike, who was trying to hold back the knife from his neck. A small giggle escaping Scar’s mouth as he pushed down hard.

He watched in horror and shock as the knife buried itself into Mike’s windpipe, and he listened to the gurgling cry of pain from the guy. Scar stabbed him a few more times, once through the eye for good measure, then took a deep breath once Mike’s body went still and his gasping stopped. 

Scar stood up and looked over at Grian, then crazed look softening, “Oh.. G... you weren’t suppose to find out this early.” he whispered softly, walking over to Grian pressed up to the wall, a few feet away from Richard’s body. He was trembling as Scar closed in on him.

“Shhh,” Scar whispered, bending down to him as he petted over Grian’s cheek with bloody fingers. Lifting the blue mask with the smile away from his face. “Just breath for me my Desert Flower.” he cooed, as Grian stared at him. His heart was racing, Scar was covered in his... currently dead X’s blood and his friends.

Grian licked his lower lip, he really couldn’t be finding this hot!? He just watched Scar murder people, easily holding them down without any effort, and slicing them open, he was covered in blood! Scar shushed him again, “You know G, I’ve always liked you... I just couldn’t stand seeing that nasty piece of work there push you past your comfort zone.” he near snarled, “He tried to fuck me in that closet when I stabbed him you know, he had no respect for you whatso ever... Gosh the others were all betting on when I’d kill them for you.”

Blinking a few times Grian swallowed, “Others?” he asked Scar in a croaking tone.

A smile, soft, sweet, gentle, “Jimmy was more than tempted to come here to help me hold Richard down.” he spat Richard's name. “He didn’t like how he made you feel, and after you helped him win over Tango he feels responsible for helping you back.”

That sent Grian’s mind reeling, “What... Jimmy... is...?’ he wasn’t sure how to form a sentence right now, trying to process what Scar was saying. 

“Some call us a cult, but we aren’t... we find someone was love more than anything, we’d kill for them. Vexes is what they call us, know you’ve heard of us deary.” Scar whispered to him, hands petting Grian’s hair, leaving blood running through it. “Never thought I’d find my ‘Soulmate’ but they promised me I would... my little flower.”

The Vexes... Grian knew of them, they were a cult of murderers, the news say they stalked someone for a while that they believe is their ‘mate’ their true mate that these beings called Vexes tell them. Wearing a mask with fanged smiles on them, only one of them had been captured, that was how this cult had been found out. And she killed herself in prison. Now killings popped up now and then...

And Scar was one of them.

Much less finding out Jimmy was also one, did Tango know? Were theri others? Were some his friends? Grian swallowed again, as he stared into Scar’s eyes, they were a deep blueish red now, swirling with bloodlust, he was talking even though Grian could barely make it out over the ringing of his ears.

“I’ll call Jimmy to get him to come help, you don’t have to worry about setting the scene deary, I know how-” he cut off as Grian’s fingers reached out, and brushed over the blood that made it under the mask. Scar stared now, his voice drawing quiet as he watched Grian stare at him. Feeling the warmth of the blood under his fingers, Scar’s faint breathing, and calloused fingers on his own cheek.

Then as quick as ever Grian rushed forward pressing his lips to Scar’s own. The knife did clatter to the floor as Grian was on top of Scar, gripping the other’s hair as he pulled back only for seconds to breath between each kiss. Scar then pulled off and started to bite at Grian’s neck. 

“o-Ow.” Grian said lightly as teeth made contact, pressing against Scar.

Scar pulled back, “You okay?” he asked as Grian nodded to him, pushing him down to keep going. Somehow Grian had ended up on the floor with Scar on top of him, biting at his neck and leaving hickeys as he did so. Grian letting out small gasps of pain and Scar making sure he’s okay between the ones that hurt. 

After a while of this Grian was panting a bit, looking at Scar, fuck he wanted to continue but, “I think we need to wait to keep going once this is taken care of.” he breathed out, some blood in his hair as Richard’s blood hand been pooling to them and was now sticking to his hair and red sweater. 

He was also covered in blood from Scar’s hands on his body and face. Scar looked down at him and grinned widely, “as much as I’d love to fuck you in a puddle of blood, you’re right, messes to clean up.” he bent down and gently pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “You look beautiful covered in blood my songbird.” he mumbled to him then pressed another kiss to him.

After a moment of just staring at each other Scar did let Grian stand up, “I had called Jimmy a few minuets ago, he wanted us to pick up pizzas and ice cream after I told him what happened tonight.” he said sheepishly.

Scar chuckled with a fond smile, “Good thing I pack extra clothing, I’ll call Cub here to help with the bodies and get you back to their place... Pizza and ice cream sounds lovely for tonight with friends.” 

Grian nodded in agreement as he sat back and waited while Scar called up Cub. Jimmy also showed up with some spare clothing for Grian at his place, stating that blood on his seats was nothing knew, and Tango would be driving him home while he helps Scar and Cub. He also had on a vex mask

. . .

The Drive back was silent for the first half, as Grian shifted, Tango gave him a sheepish smile, “Well... at least we don’t have to keep secrets any longer.” he joked lightly as Grian did give a small laugh at that.

A pause and Tango sighed, “I’ll listen Grian, if you have anything on your mind.” he offered. “I know I was reeling when I found out a few months back.” he offered to his friend

Grian shifted a bit, then groaned, “Tango I just made out with a killer who is also my best friend, and he just killed 4 people in front of me.” he hide his face in his hands, and gods he loved every minuet of it. Scar had been forceful, but gentle at the same time. Checking on him through the intense make out session they hand. He had some impressive bruises and bite marks on his neck. “And fuck Tango, he’s in a cult too!”

Tango did laugh a bit at Grian’s reaction, “Well you took it better than I did or even Ren’s last lover... who tried to call the cops on Ren.” he grimaced, honestly Grian wasn’t shocked.  Ren’s last guy was found dead a year back... and it seems Grian now knew why. “Bdubs thought it was cool, so guess there is that. I fainted when I caught Jimmy stabbing my Ex.” he said sheepishly.

The passenger stared at his friend as Tango let out another laugh, “Yeah, woke up in Jimmy’s place as he explained everything. Confessing his love for me over and over, what he’d do for me, the peoples he’s killed for me. Honestly, bit much at first, but it ended in sex so... cant’ say your reaction was any better than mine.” he joked.

A pause as Grian looked back out the window, “Never would have guessed.” he commented casually.

“Dude same.” Tango laughed, “Like Cubby being in a cult? That submissive boy?” he grinned as Grian laughed also. “But Jimmy explained a bit, Vexes are supposedly a creature they give Blood and Sex to in return for powers. Not sure how true it is, but he fully believes his life became better. The same he joined he met you, and I suddenly asked you for help in confessing my love to him.

“Jimmy is fully convinced this, and frankly I’m in too deep to do anything against him... not that I’d want to, I love him too much.” Tango sighed heavily, and looked over at Grian for a moment, “I promise G, you’re not alone in this.”

They started to pull up to the house as Tango parked the car, “Come on, Ren and Bdubs are inside and got you a hot bath ran. Take all the time you need, we can talk more once you get out... Scar and them might be a while as they’re also gonna pick up the food.”

Nodding, Grian got out with Tango to get this blood off him, it was starting to harden and flake. And a hot bath sounded great, even if his neck and collar bone felt tender. He was thankful that Ren just greeted him like normal sitting on the couch with Bdubs, they seemed to have paused their card game. 

Grian left to the bathroom while Tango told the two he was taking it slow. He had alot to think about, licking his swollen lips. For a moment he tasted the blood on them, thinking back to Scar on top of him, biting down into his neck.

He took a deep breath... he’d have alot of questions for that idiot when he got back.

-

This took on a life of it’s own, and honestly kind of want to do more with his idea. Going into more stories of the Vex Cult of Killers. Maybe something a bit more NSFW with Scar and Grian. Cub pretty much flirts with everyone in the friend group, confident whore, we love him. Most make Tango a vex, but I decided to spice it up and make it Jimmy this time.

Spelling errors and grammar can’t be bothered right now, I’m too tired to care and it is 8am.

You guys want more, just let me know.

#vex!scar #Vex!cub #goodtimeswithscar #grian #jimmy #tango #cub #renthedog #bdubs #tw dark themes #tw killing #tw blood #tw dark romantization #tw dark #tw smut #tw death #tw dirty talk #tw cults #scarian #rancher duo

[dabisqueen]

Love your writing! If Dabi week is still open- can we get degradation and dirty talk?

"Oh, so you like dirty talk?" He hovered over you, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with mischief, buried to the hilt inside of your fluttering needy walls.

"Y-yes," you stuttered, a deep blush sparking across your face.

"You're gonna be a good girl then?" He growled against your ear, giving a rut of his hips against you, his tip dragging along your gummy walls just right.

"Gonna cum on my dick like the good brat you are?" He cocked his head, a rapturous look on his face.

"Dabi, don't call me that–" you protested, cheeks ablaze with embarrassment now.

"What?" he slammed into you with a particularly hard thrust, a sharp pain tearing through your belly.

"Dabi, not so rough." You whined, the ache slowly ebbing out into a dull throb.

"Brats don't get to have sweet sex," he thrusted forward again, "They deserve is rough."

You swallowed thickly, feeling his hand come up to tighten around your windpipe, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

"Dabi," you choked out, "Please—"

"Please what, brat?" The derogatory tone in his voice was unmistakable.

But you couldn't answer, not with him constantly kissing your cervix, with his fingers tightening around your neck, continuing to ram his dick deep inside of you.

"Fuck, doing so good–" he grunted, "Just as if you were made for this. Made for my cock."

He pistoned into you by now, his tight grip on your thighs sure to leave bruises the next day.

Not being able to avoid the growing pleasure taking over your senses, your mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as your eyes screwed shut.

"Look so fucking sexy like that, like a slut–" He groaned, the coil tightening with every forward thrust of his. "My little slut."

Your fingers gripped his back, nail digging painfully into his skin. Moaning his name you begged for more, pleaded for him to go faster, harder, voice wrecked with sobs of ecstasy.

"Cum on my dick, doll," his own rhythm started to falter, he let go of your throat, closing in on his own orgasm, "Show me how you get high on my fucking cock."

It only took one more thrust of his to send you flying over the edge. You keened, your eyes rolled back behind closed lids as your cunt kept pulsing around him, a long drawn moan leaving your lips.

"Just like that, you needy brat–" he grunted, eyes almost feverish with lust.

Still convulsing around him, his pace started to stutter and then his hips slammed forward one last time, filling you with ropes after ropes of cum, dirty words flying from his mouth as his whole body shook with pleasure.

He collapsed on top of you, heavy breathing, your hearts beating as one, while he nuzzled into your neck.

"Heh," his laugh was breathy, "Didn't know this was so much fun." And you giggled beneath him, still high on endorphins.

#dabi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #queen answers #dabi kinky week #tw dirty talk #tw degradation

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 32 - 5 Month Mark to Forever |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

Ghiaccio's POV

Ghiaccio assumed that he would just be picking you up and taking you to his place this Saturday, his hand gripping your bag as he stood by the door, his eyes on his capo, Risotto. "What is it?" His eyes darted over to you, a small smirk on your lips as you kept your eyes on Risotto. Something weird definitely was going on, considering how pleased you looked.

"Risotto has amazing news," you said, your voice smooth, almost giddy. "He was waiting to say it. It's just a quick something before we go." Your eyes suddenly landed on Melone, who was watching you carefully in his seat right by Risottos.

Melone wore a confused expression on his face, his thin eyebrows pulled into a low scowl as he studied your face, attempting to read you. "What's the news, boss?" He muttered to Risotto, keeping his eyes on your face.

Prosciutto and Formaggio sat next to Melone, Illuso, and Pesci being sat across. Everyone seemed to be here despite it being Saturday morning. Did Risotto call everyone here? Now Ghiaccio was starting to grow worried.

"I'll allow you to say it," Risotto muttered as he leaned back in his chair, red eyes scanning the room. "Go on and tell them. The decision is final regardless."

"Oh God, what is it?" Pesci questioned, panic filling his wide eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

Illuso let out a laugh, a wide grin appearing on his lips. "It ain't mine, so I'm good. I'm sure I'll be a good uncle and stepfather."

"She's not pregnant," snapped Prosciutto, giving Pesci and Illuso a glare. "She's on the pill."

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward, leaving Ghiaccio to stand by the front door all by himself. Goddamnit, he just wanted to take you to his home and celebrate these past five months with you. Sharing you with six other men was was fucking annoying. He'd rather just share you with Melone and Pesci only.

"So, who's going to start taking me on side missions with them?" You questioned, causing the room to fall silent. "Because I got approved. I can go with you all to beat people up. I will now be throwing the punches."

"You will be in the car and following behind," added in Risotto, raising his eyebrows at you. "Stop saying you're going to throw punches. I'll take the deal off the table and put you back on computers permanently."

"She did knock Formaggio out cold before," Illuso added in, his eyes scanning you up and down, a grin creeping on his lips. "I'll take you. You can join me when I go, and when Formaggio and I go, then so can you."

Ghiaccio blinked, sitting down your bag by the door, unable to process what was going on. From his understanding, you were their girlfriend, and despite the fact that you had a stand, you were going to stay working behind the scenes. Because you were their girlfriend. Girlfriend meaning that you needed to be fucking protected and away from the violence of their job. Goddamnit, why was Risotto suddenly allowing you to tag along? He didn't like this one bit. This would put you in danger.

Formaggio scoffed, "I let her knock me out. Fuck it, we'll start taking her with us. She can tag along and stand behind us." He shrugged, letting his eyes land on you. "You gotta listen to us."

"This is complete bullshit," spat out Prosciutto, his hands balling into fists. "She literally runs away when I punish her. She can't handle what we do."

"I only left because I can't punch you in your fucking face like I want," you replied calmly, a huff escaping Ghiaccio's lips as Prosciuttos head snapped towards you. "Next time I'm going to punch you." Goddammit, you just couldn't help yourself. Saying things like this to Prosciutto was a bad idea, and despite that you still mouthed off to him.

As Prosciutto went to stand, Risotto stopped him, his arm extending as he pushed Prosciutto back down onto the leather. "Both of you stop it," snapped Risotto, his voice growing dark. "You two need to fucking get along. No more fighting. We are supposed to be a fucking family. Act like it."

The authority in Risottos' voice caused you and Prosciutto to back down, the two of you looking away to stare at the ground. You and Prosciutto seemed destined to never get along, never being able to surpass a week without an argument breaking out. Ghiaccio felt bad, seeing you having to force a relationship that you didn't want. Did you even want him? He wasn't that much of a jack ass. He felt as if he treated you fairly well.

"She could get hurt," Melone muttered, eyes darkening as he stared at the ground. "Does she even know how to shoot a gun?"

"She can shoot a gun," Pesci blurted out, causing your mouth to slightly hang open, forming a perfect 'o' as you stared at him with disbelief. "Uh.. I mean. I think she can." He went to quickly get up, only to be stopped by Melone leaning forward, placing his hand on his leg. "I'm sorry, Y/N!" He covered his face with his hands, clearly hiding something.

Aside from Pesci, who was hiding his face, you had six pairs of eyes on you. Even Ghiaccio glared at you, wondering what in the fuck you could possibly be hiding. Well, you had a life before them, clearly you knew how to shoot a gun. Perhaps Luca taught you.

"Did you really think that Pesci put like, three bullets in that guy?" You spoke suddenly, causing a quick laugh to immediately escape Formaggios lips. "He always shoots twice, and he always shoots in the head."

How did you know how Pesci fucking shot people!? Ghiaccio shared no parts of his work life with you, despite you knowing and being active he didn't feel comfortable sharing his criminal activities with his girlfriend. He did not want to fucking scare you, he was so scared of you fearing him. All along it turns out, you really weren't scared of them. You weren't fucking scared of their crimes. In fact, it seemed like you wanted to be involved.

Why? He couldn't understand why you wanted to be involved, why you wanted to get your hands stained red just as theirs were. The men were fine with you working from home. All seven of the men were fine with providing for you and letting you presume any little hobby you had. Couldn't you learn how to bake or sew? For fucks sake, couldn't you take up fencing? Protesting would be pointless, it was clear the decision had already been made. Did Risotto want you to get killed? This was beyond fucked up.

"Are you going to punish her?" Prosciutto questioned, voice low as he turned towards Risotto. "She just admitted to killing someone without telling us. She probably forced Pesci into lying as well."

"I did not force him," you added in, "I begged." Illuso let out a sigh, shaking his head at you as he put his finger to his lips, indicating that maybe you needed to shut up. Melone and Prosciutto seemed very pissed off. They weren't keeping quiet about it like Ghiaccio was.

"The only reason I took her was because she shot two men dead in front of me. Her stand also stitched up my head that was busted open," Risotto spoke, his eyes on Prosciutto. "She can ride along with Illuso and Formaggio. She isn't riding along with you, so it isn't any of your concerns. My decision is final."

"Why?" Melone muttered. "Why are you doing this to us? I fucking love her Risotto! If she fucking dies out their then so help me God I will die too!" He snapped, causing you to snap your head towards him.

"Hey, stop being dramatic!" You snapped back at him, squinting your eyes at him. "If you do that, then I'll have to come back to life and die again."

Pesci suddenly raised his head, his eyes landing on you. A look of pure confusion was spread across his face as he stared at you. "What does that even mean!? You aren't making any sense!" He spoke in a panic, his words slightly jumbled. "I-I, goddammit! She didn't force me to lie! She just.. she.. she didn't get hurt! She knows how to kill!"

Ghiaccio wanted to speak up and side with Prosciutto, especially considering he wasn't on board with this. Today marks five months of you being on the team, and tonight, he planned on seeing if you wanted to take that final step. Aside from Melone giving him a few blowjobs and him pleasuring himself, he hadn't had sex in seven years. He was fucking nervous, and he wasn't going to fuck that up by siding with Prosciutto right in front of you.

"I'll be fine," you replied, brushing Pesci off with a simple shoulder shrug, causing him to just stare at you with a frantic look in his eyes. "You all should worry less. It's so annoying. How about you instead find a reason to be happy about this?" You just.. you weren't like anyone he's ever fucking met. You were.. something else, for fucks sake.

"Girl, you aren't helping your case," Formaggio snapped lightly at you, keeping his voice filled with an ounce of sweetness. "Illuso and I will train her and take good care of her."

Melone scoffed, his glare setting on Formaggio. "You and Illuso take terrible care of her. You'll get her killed!" Suddenly, his eyes set on you. "You'll come with Ghiaccio and I."

Before Ghiaccio could make a statement, you stepped forward. "I would much prefer Illuso and Formaggio."

"Are you fucking serious?" He questioned, his hands balling into tight fists. "Are you seriously going against me? I said you're teaming with Ghiaccio and I."

Pesci went to speak, but Illuso lightly smacked his arm, shaking his head. "Nah, Pesci, we can't get involved if these two fight," he heard Illuso whisper to Pesci. "We gotta stay the fuck out of this."

Ghiaccio silently agreed, stepping back slightly, keeping his eyes warily on Melone in case he did decide to hurt you. He wouldn't let you get hurt, but would Melone ever dare to hurt you? No, he was possessive and clingy, but in no way was he abusive towards you.

"I actually want to learn something. You'll hold me back. Illuso and Formaggio will actually train me," you replied, causing Melones jaw to instantly lock. Oh fuck, why in the hell did you fucking insult him like that? Ghiaccio wanted to put a muzzle over your goddamn mouth! "Look at the time, hm? Looks like I gotta go." You turned away, walking towards the front door.

"Melone isn't done speaking to you, girl," Prosciutto snapped, his glare resting on Risotto. "Can we please privately discuss this in your office?"

Risotto nodded once, "it won't change my decision." He stood up, giving you once last glance before he turned away, walking down the hallway. He had no footsteps. His steps were always so silent. Prosciutto followed, deciding to keep his eyes off of you, heavy footsteps stomping down the hall.

The sudden slam of Risottos office door caused Pesci to jump slightly, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. Despite the room being two less, the tension was still extremely thick, causing Ghiaccio to just want to grab you and leave.

"Nag nag nag," you muttered under your breath as you walked across the wooden floor, the door now inches away from your grasp.

Melone let out a low laugh, shaking his head. His laugh was unsettling, causing Ghiaccio to shift uncomfortably by the door. Goddamnit, why did he always act so fucking creepy? "That's fine.. it's fine to not listen to me. I'll see you Monday, I love you." The whites of his knuckles were showing, his teeth clinching together.

The look on your face was one of panic, only Ghiaccio being able to see your face. Ever so slightly, his head tilted to the side as he watched the panic leave your face as you turned around, you forcing your face to go blank. Hm.. did Melone scare you? He should watch the two of you more. "Well, I can go with you some days." Formaggio snorted, causing you to glare at him.

"What?" He questioned, a grin appearing on his lips. "Don't be spineless. Are you going to let Melone walk all over you? Looks like you are our little girl, hm?" The words were harmless child's play, just Formaggio joking around with you as he always does, but it was clear his words pissed you off.

"Fuck you and Melone," you snapped suddenly, Melone instantly standing up. "I am in control of myself!"

Melone walked towards you slowly, his hands unballing, fingers slightly tucked in as he made his way towards you. "What is your fucking problem today? You don't act like this. This isn't how you act." As he stepped over to you, he got in your face, leaning down to meet you eye length. "Did I do something to you? Do I deserve your disrespect?"

"Do I deserve to be treated like a child?" You questioned back, staring up at him. The stiffness in your body was straight as a board, your eyes hard but close to breaking. When it came to defending yourself against the men, you did a good job, but Ghiaccio's never seen you have to defend yourself against Melone. Usually, he was doing whatever he could to please you, not getting in your face and expressing his disappointment with you.

"I see how you wanna be," muttered Melone, shaking his head. "You hate me for wanting to protect you? Fine. I'll just give you space. Since you fucking hate me all of a sudden. I guess I'm not strong enough to train you. I guess I'm not man enough for you." Despite the calmness in his voice, he could sense a deep anger behind each of his words.

"Melone, it isn't like -" you began, only to be cut off by the sound of him walking out the door, slamming the door shut behind him. You let out a huff, turning your attention towards Formaggio. "I didn't really mean fuck you."

"Nah, you're gonna fuck me," Formaggio replied, your eyes squinting as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Wait. No, I'm gonna fuck you. You don't get to do the fucking around here little lady."

Illuso snickered, smacking Pescis thigh. "Hey Pesci, do you fuck Y/N or does Y/N fuck you? Does she ride you?"

"Leave him alone," you snapped, shaking your head as you turned your attention towards Illuso. "He doesn't want to talk about sex. Talk to him about boats, not sex!"

Formaggio scoffed, followed up by an eye roll from Illuso. Ghiaccio was ready to fucking go, having to sit back here in silence as he always does grows very annoying. The men have no respect for his relationship with you due to the fact that he hasn't slept with you yet. Aside from Melone and Pesci, the other men would ignore him or brush them off when it came to matters concerning you. All that was about to change tonight.

"You're in trouble," Illuso spoke, a grin appearing on his lips. "He's never gotten onto you like that before. Looks like you might be getting in trouble when you see Melone again."

Ghiaccio almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Despite Melone being very angry with you, he loved you too much to ever lay his hands on you. The most prized possession in Melones life was you. He wouldn't dare lay an improper hand on you. He just rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick back up your bag off the ground.

"Let's go Y/N," Ghiaccio snapped, grabbing the doorknob, yanking the front door open. "What's done is done. It can be discussed on Monday! We're all off this weekend so let's be fucking off!" The fact that they're still standing here annoyed him, he was ready to have you to himself.

"Bye guys," you muttered, walking out the front door, Ghiaccio following behind you. The nervousness he felt over tonight as well as the entirety of this weekend engulfed him, silence falling over him as he opened his passenger seat for you, guiding you into his car.

Fuck.. he hoped that he could please you. That he could make you cum and possibly lay on his chest afterwards so he could caress your cheek as you fell asleep in his arms. All he wanted was for you to like him suddenly, and he couldn't believe that. He couldn't believe that he was finding himself falling in love again. Goddamnit, this was so fucking terrifying. He waa really starting to want this to work so badly.

#tw threats #tw dark content #tw dirty talk #tw everything #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #la squadra #tw strong language #tw adult themes #tw language #la squadra claimed #tw mature #claimed la squadra #ravenzeppeli claimed #tw sex talk #tw sex mention

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Dialogue prompts for female whumper and male whumpee? NSFT/W please?

(TW: dirty talk, explicit dialogue, implied gagging, implied torture, multiple whumpers, blood, manipulation, gaslighting)

"Awh, my pretty boy just can't do anything right can he? I believe I told him, not to fucking cum.. so now he's getting punished."

"So big and strong, just to get turned into my living dildo... It's almost a shame you let it happen like this."

"On your back, spread your legs, you haven't earned your Mistress' warmth tonight."

"Don't hold your breath, pet, you'll tense too much for me to push it inside you."

"Oh I know you're close, but if you cum now I'll tie that little cock up and you won't get to cum for the rest of the week.."

"If you don't want it stepped on, you'll work a little faster at getting hard."

"You're lying Whumpee, but your body is pretty honest with me. You might be scared but you're still rock hard."

"You can't stop drooling now, can you? That toy is vibrating so hard I can still hear it rattling inside you.."

"If I let you out of that cage, you'd better crawl over here and let me grind against that pretty face.."

"I thought you'd try to fight but you've missed me, haven't you? Get on your knees and prove it, pet and I'll indulge you."

"P-Please Mistress... I n-need to cum.." "Oh do you? I don't think you've earned it."

"C-Can I ride it now Mistress? P-Please, I want to move.." "You'd better keep that position, this is a punishment after all."

"N-Not there... I-I've never-... N-Not inside..." "You? A virgin? Surely you can't be serious Whumpee... If you're good though, I'll be gentle on the off chance you are."

"Look at you, so hard you're dripping all over the floor..." "I'm sorry..!" "You'll be really sorry if you let yourself cum from your punishment. How many lashes were we on, pet? I'm afraid I've lost count."

"You made the mess, now clean it up." "You'd better lick every drop of cum off my floor or you're getting the whip."

"N-No! Whumpee c-can't be fucked by anyone but M-Mistress!" Whumper #1: "Who do you think let us in here with you, slut?" Whumper #2: "Your Mistress said we could play with you as much as we want." Whumpee: "N-No! She wouldn't do that! W-Whumpee's body is only for h-her!"

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #intimate whumper #female whumper #nsfwhump #tw noncon #tw threatening #tw pet whump #tw blood #tw insults #tw gagging #tw dirty talk #tw female whumper #tw forced submission

[remember-to-be-gentle]

The reader bumps into Deidara in a bar as he and Sasori are finish their mission. They get talking about the his abilities, she asks him if he's any good with his mouths. They have some dirty alleyway mutual handjob sex. Plus, he looks like he has the softest hair, so definitely some sloppy kissing and fingers running through those locks.

Subject: Naruto: Shippuden, Deidara Title: Under the Table Trigger Warning: Dub con, cunnilingus, public, dirty talk

"Keep your voice down or they're gonna hear," Deidara whispered in your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin. "Is that what you want? For everyone in this bar to know my hand is shoved down the front of your skirt?"

You bit your tongue to swallow the moan that threatened to spill out. The mouth on Deidara's hand was smothering the opening of your cunt, licking along the delicate folds before lavishing your clit.

You had no idea how this happened. One moment you were flirting with a hot blond and the next his hot breath was in your ear, his hand down the front of your skirt and tucked snuggly between your entrance and the stool you were sitting on.

Heat pooled in your face, made you dizzy as you unconsciously ground onto his hand, desperate for him to go deeper inside you. You wanted to fuck him so badly--what was happening.

"Can you cum for me, babe?" Deidara whispered. "Can you cum so quietly that no one else will notice how much of a filthy whore you are? Well, I guess it doesn't matter if they know--I will. And I'll never let you forget it."

You didn't want to cum, not here, surrounded by strangers. But the tongue in his hand was addicting and greedy in the way it consumed you and you kept rocking your hips trying to be quiet even while knowing your cunt was soaked through to your skirt. You bit your lip and groaned, struggling to strange the whine in your throat as you came hard on Deidara's hand.

He kissed your temple, whispered praise and admonitions. You couldn't hear any of it, your head was spinning and your core was begging for more.

Somehow through the haze you heard him ask, "Think you're ready for cock?"

And all you could do was grind on his hand for more.

#raven writes #Deidara x Reader #He's not really my cup of tea but those HANDS #TW dub con #TW cunnilongus #Tw public #Tw dirty talk

[witches-and-devils]

Kinktober Day Eight, Creampie

Hey, warning! Smut underneath containing monster fucking, a lot of dirty talk, some praise kink, and creampies. Enjoy!

    “You’re being ridiculous,” Ace hummed as he tilted his neck to the side, allowing Damascus to nibble along his shoulder while the Witch worked. He’d been in the middle of getting ready, hair still wet from the shower and button-up shirt still undone when his Familiar had slipped in and decided that distracting the redhead would be a great way to try and keep them from leaving for business. “This meeting is important, you know.”

    “Mm,” the Demon hummed in bored agreement, his teeth skimming over the faintly glowing mark on Ace’s neck so that he could watch a shudder come over the Witch.

    “You’re going to make us late,” Ace insisted, twisting out of Damascus’s oh-so-tempting grasp. He walked back into the kitchen to search for the vest and jacket he’d set out earlier. He could feel the heavy lumbering steps behind him as the Demon followed him around. As expected, as soon as he stopped to finish fixing his shirt, the man was on him again. This time he spun him around, swooping down and engulfing him in a bruising kiss where his shark-like teeth pulled at his bottom lip just enough to bruise and draw a small amount of blood. The sensation sent a spark through the Witch as he leaned back against the counter with a groan. “Damascus-”

    “Can’t tell me ya ain’t interested. Fuck the meetin’, we just threaten everyone if they complain ‘bout anythin’.” The Familiar was practically purring in his ear as he viciously continued his onslaught on Ace’s neck, his hands easily pulling at one of his buttons until it gave away with a faint ‘pop’. He would have complained about the damage to his nice dress shirt if Damascus hadn’t been lifting him onto the counter and undoing the belt around his waist.

    Fuck it. He let this man get away with too much, but he was sure that if he didn’t let him have some fun now, then he’d probably pay for it after the meeting was over…. Or even during it, if he was feeling particularly pent up. “Fine, but be quick,” he warned, slipping his pants off and leaning back against the wall of the counter. His hands grasped onto the Demon’s forearms, a smirk playing at his lips as he felt Damascus prod his finger against Ace’s entrance. “Come on now,” Ace hummed approvingly, a low sigh escaping him as he felt the Demon’s digit slide into him at an agonizingly slow pace. The Witch arched his back into the touch, biting onto his wounded lip as one of his hands raised up to message his Familiar’s scalp. “There you go, good boy, work me open.”

    He felt a rumble spreading through his partner’s chest. He wasn’t pushing back as much as he used to, easily allowing the Witch to direct him as he reached down and encouraged the man to spread him open.

    “Thought ya wanted to be quick, Little Boss?”

    “Hm? It’d be faster if we didn’t fuck. Do you want that, Damascus?”

    …

    “Damascus…?” Ace raised an eyebrow, stopping in his movements as he stared up at the man. Red eyes bore through him, a lustful expression on the larger man's face that had the Witch cooing sympathetically. "You don't want to stop. Do you, Damascus?"

"...No, Boss."

"That's what I thought. Now then, are you going to leave me here feeling empty without that good cock of yours?" Damascus paused, keeping eye contact with Ace… before quickly fumbling for his own pants and dropping them to the floor. "Come on, before I change my mind, big guy." The idea of stopping seemed to encourage the Demon, his cock rubbing enthusiastically against his asshole. Every muscle was tensed in the man's arms, allowing Ace to slowly trail his fingertips over olive-colored skin, as if he wasn't dealing with a man that wanted to desperately fuck his brains out.

"Boss—"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, Damascus. Did you want something?" The Demon growled, pressing his cock against him only until the chain appeared in Ace's hands. He tugged, a gentle reminder that kept the Familiar back as Ace waited patiently. "Well? Speak up, I'm starting to get bored."

Worrying away at his lip, Damascus dropped his head down onto the Witch's shoulder as his voice came out strained and tight,"L… lemme fuck ya, Boss. Ya drivin' me nuts over here, just let me pound into ya already."

"Mmm… I don't-"

"Please?" Oh, that was delicious. Ace leaned back, savoring the look on his partner's face before he started spouting off again, "Please, Boss, ya gotta. Let me fuck ya, lemme fill ya up, c'mon, please? Can't think 'bout nothin' else, need to feel ya around me already." A nearly pitiful sigh left Ace as he affectionately held the side of the man's face.

"Alright, big guy. Be a good boy and listen close, and I'll let you cum, okay?" That spark of excitement filled the air, Damascus barely pausing long enough to get a nod of approval from his boss before slowly inching himself inside. A slow burn filled the Witch as he leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of slowly being filled to the brim by the Demon's cock, his hand slowly reaching down and toying with his member as he stared at the desperate expression of his Familiar.

"Such a good boy, Damascus. Just like that, okay? Nice and slow. You can move, make me feel good now. Listen close, or I might have to make you start all over again." At a painfully slow rate, Ace was fucked into the wall behind him. He felt himself being lifted higher, the cabinets above him now pressing into his spine as he watched Damascus whine at the pace he was being forced to move at. Ace simply admired the pink chain in his hand, closing his eyes and taking in the delicious feeling of his cock moving against the inside of him.

"Boss… I'm… I'm being good, ain't I? Let me fuck ya better, let me make ya feel good. I'm being good, so good for ya, ain't I?"

"You are, you are." He absentmindedly stared at the clock. They would have to leave soon, which meant dragging this out much longer wasn't an option. The chain disappeared from Ace's grasp as he pulled Damascus's head in and hummed approvingly. "Okay, big guy. You're being very, very good for me. You want a reward, right?" Aw, he perked up so quickly at the idea.

"Yes- yes, yes, yes, fuck, Boss, yes-!"

"Mmm, alright then. Fill me up, Damascus. I want to be leaking so much with all your cum inside me that you'll smell it the whole time we're outside, okay? You can do that for me, can't you?" The Demon nodded enthusiastically, waiting for Ace to give a small nod of encouragement before yanking him close against his chest and starting to ram up into him. Pleasure shook through Ace's body as he shot a hand down to his cock, furiously stroking away as stars appeared in the corners of his eyes. The Demon slammed into his prostate, thick claws digging into his back as Ace began screaming his praises.

"Oh- Oh, just like that, Damascus! What a good boy, so good for me! So amazing, filling me with your cock, fuck- what a good little toy you are, so sweet as you fuck me like it's your purpose. Is that your purpose? Hmm? Fuck, such a good boy, you love it, don't you? You love fucking me, you l-l-" Ace was cut off as his orgasm slammed into him like a train. It splattered over his hand and between the two men. Damascus groaned in satisfaction, eyes hazy from all the praise as he slammed Ace down into the counter and thrusted into him with wild abandon. Ace's mind was a hazy fog, his voice slurred as he moaned out his praises, "Good boy, good boy, good boy, fill me up, come on now-"

Damascus came hard, Ace's back arching off the counter as he bit into him, warmth spreading through his body. Cum filled him up, leaving him pleasantly stuffed even as he felt the Demon pull out of him and hungrily try to plug him up so nothing escaped aside from a few strings that fell silently onto the floor.

The Witch groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. His hand continued to gently toy with his cock, already feeling himself grow harder with every passing moment.

…

Fuck the meeting.

"Damascus? You've been so good. You deserve a reward, don't you think?" Ace chuckled, lifting his legs against his chest to put his leaking hole on display. "Clean me up so we can go again. Don't waste a drop now…."

#kinktober 2022 #k!nktober #kinktober #ace & damascus #tetraphilia #tw monsterfucking #monster fucker #hehehehe #this one was really fun #demons #witches #magic #tw praise kink #tw dirty talk

[radio-writes]

What is Left of Me Without You?

Synopsis: Your husband didn't love you, not yet at least—that's what he told you. First, he wanted to see just how much you loved him.

Warnings: dubcon, smut, oral - m receiving, sex, abusive relationship, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, some misogyny, angst

Tags: married, one sided romantic love, Alastor x Reader, female!reader, reader is somewhere on the ace spectrum too

MDNI

To everyone in your town, you and your husband were the picture perfect couple.

Alastor, the bright, charming, down-right intoxicating radio host, walking down the street with you, his absolute darling of a wife on his arm.

Smiling, giggling, sharing hushed whispers. It looked as if the two of you were lost in your own lovely little world.

Even behind closed doors, Alastor proved himself to be the perfect gentleman. You never wanted for anything, never grieved, never felt lonely. 

If you so much as glanced at something by a storefront, Alastor would have it tied with a bow at the foot of your bed.

If anything caused you grief, or even inconvenienced you the slightest bit, Alastor would have dealt with it by the end of the day. 

If you ever felt lonely, well...

You supposed you didn't really have the right to feel lonely. Alastor was always there, wasn't he?

You woke up to the sound of your husband's humming. His smooth voice glided over each note skillfully as you peeled your eyes open.

The sight before you wasn't anything new: the other half of the bed empty and already fixed up. 

You turned to sit up, and found Alastor in front of your vanity as he straightened his bowtie. He caught your eye through the reflection, and his smile broadened.

The greater half of New Orleans would probably kill to be in your place right now. Seated in a lavish bedroom, your famous, dapper husband walking to your side of the bed to place a kiss on your hand. 

"Well good morning, darling! Don't you look adorable in this state." His sweet words greeted you.

It was there again, that odd feeling that sunk in your gut. What was that?

"Good morning, my dear." You greeted him back, ignoring whatever it was. A tired smile graced your lips as you peered up at him. "Headed to work already?" You asked him. 

"Why, of course! Who else would wake up New Orleans and tell all those sleepy bones to shake a leg and hop to work?" He struck a pose, hand on his chest. "Only yours truly, of course!" 

His warm chestnut eyes met yours through the lenses of his glasses. You let out a tired, soft laugh as you glanced away to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks.

You adored this man—every single bit of him—so you found it hard not to get flustered over him, even after all this time. Hell, you were still counting your lucky stars that he chose to marry you of all people.

Why? Well, you tried not to ask yourself that.

He'd already given you his answer, hadn't he?

Alastor placed a chaste kiss to your cheek, quickly pulling you out of your thoughts before they could spiral. You looked back at your husband as he said something about having to run off or risk being late.

You remained sat in your bed, smiling and watching with hearts in your eyes as your darling husband waved on his way out of your room. 

"Looking forward to what you'll cook up this evening, sweetheart!" Alastor grinned, right before the door shut behind him.

And it was there again.

The gnawing feeling was coming by more and more frequently now. What was it?

Was it actually loneliness? But that would be so silly, wouldn't it?

Your husband didn't love you, but he trusted you. And that should be enough for now.

At least, that's what he said when he proposed.

You and Alastor knew each other for a very long time, and basically all of New Orleans knew you took a very strong liking to him.

Alastor had raised the proposition back then. You remember how he had explained that it would be a good thing for both your sakes. How you'd get to be with someone you loved oh so much, and how convenient it would be for him to finally get marriage out of the way. And even more so with a cherished friend like you!

Sure, you hesitated back then; unsure if you really wanted to marry a man who didn't love you the way you did him. But he sung you praises, he sung you promises.

You were darling, you were beautiful, you were smart, you were kind. How could he not grow to love you in your marriage? How could he resist falling for a such a doll who was offering him her heart?

So you said yes. 

Because you loved Alastor with every bit of your heart, but he simply just wasn't ready to love you back yet.

And he was such a lovely man who never failed to shower you with affection. Maybe you were just asking for too much—fretting over such small things—for you to feel upset about waking up without your husband beside you. 

And—and he was a radio host, after all. Of course he had to get to work early.

You really didn't need to spare it another second of thought.

No, what you really needed to focus on was how you could help your dear, hardworking husband.

You shook your head and slapped your hands softly against your cheeks. You've got to knock that annoying feeling loose. It was all so pointless.

With a more determined look, you got up from the bed. You neatly fixed the sheets and pillows, taking extra care to make sure every single wrinkle was smoothened out.

You silently ran over the list of tasks you had to do today.

Obviously there's cleaning and making sure the house was in order. It would be a real shame if Alastor came home to an untidy space. He's already out working late for both of you, the least you could do was make sure he had a clean home to rest in.

You ought to make time to drop by the market for some fresh meat to cook up. Alastor would surely be famished after work, right? And your mama always did say that the quickest way to a man's heart was through his stomach. 

You could also drop by the tailors and get the hem of one of your Alastor's dress shirts straightened out. He hasn't said anything about it, but he's avoided using that particular one for a while now. You knew the uneven stitches had to be bugging him.

Oh, you really needed to pass by a locksmith, too. That dang lock on the basement door still had not budged no matter what Alastor did, and you just could not find the key anywhere.

You've been waving the issue off for a while now—Alastor was right in saying there's no real rush to it, nothing really important down there, anyway—but it'd be nice to have the extra storage available to you again.

You let out a huffed breath and placed your hands on your waist. You held your head high and ready. "Right. Let's get this show started."

It was a busy day, as it always was for you. The hours ticked by as quickly as loose sand through an open palm.

You didn't have time to feel lonely, not when you were too busy scrubbing with all your might against a particularly stubborn grease stain on your sink. 

When the house was finally all neat, you got yourself ready to head out. Hair done, just a touch of make up, and a rather modest dress—at least as modest as Alastor had bought you. That man did lean towards the more finer tastes.

You felt it was a bit much just to do a few errands, but you were the sweet wife of a local personality. You had an image to uphold. You had to make sure you didn't do anything to tarnish your darling husband's reputation. 

This was just part of the whole package, you supposed. Nothing that can be done about it.

Heading out into the afternoon sun, you painted on a bright smile for all the kind people that greeted you. Cheery, happy, friendly. Oh, but not too friendly.

Meek, quiet, all prim and proper. The makings of a fine lady worthy of her spot by the dapper radio host's side.

You dropped your husband's shirt off by the tailors first. They seemed to be more than happy to rush your request once you let slip who it belonged to. They promised they could have it ready in just a few hours. You thanked them softly, and noted how they were such jolly workers, laughing even as you left the store.

You dropped by the locksmith before the market, not really wanting to carry out a bunch of raw meat as you went about your day.

The nicely dressed man was a bit—difficult to talk to. He seemed to think you had no idea what a door even was. He had just started explaining how you open a doorknob when you felt your cheeks start to strain from how hard you worked to maintain a smile.

"Oh dear me, would you look at the time," You politely cut him off, pretending to be shocked at how late into the day it was. "I am so sorry, sir, but my husband should be coming home any minute now and I haven't even started on dinner!" 

A lie. Alastor always came home late.

The man raised a brow at you in disbelief. Not that he didn't buy your act, but more judgmental that a woman would be so careless as to forget to take care of her spouse.

You ignore the look he gave you, keeping your shy smile on. "Maybe you could just sell me the tools. I could get my husband to work on it."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," The man shrugged. "I'll get what you need in a split, so you can run back and make a quick stew at the very least."

He ended up selling you the tools, along with a bunch of other needless things, with the assurance that your husband would definitely need them all.

You bit your tongue as you smiled and thanked him.

Why on earth would you need a box of nails and a bottle of glue to split a lock open?

But you really did not have it in you to stand in that shop any longer.

Besides, how would it look if the papers caught whiff of Alastor's sweet little wife yelling and lecturing a local shop keeper.

You couldn't burden your husband like that.

You hurriedly rushed to the market before they could close, buying the best cut of meat they still had at this hour, before you made your way back to the tailors to check on the progress.

The workers snickered as you entered, but you really didn't think much of it until they pulled out the dress shirt you dropped off.

A large, nasty stain of lord-knows-what sat right at the center of what used to be its pristine white color.

Your smile strained badly. "Oh dear, what on earth happened?" You asked with feigned worry. You already knew what happened.

"Afraid we spilled a bit of lunch on it, sweetie." One of the ladies explained, her companions giggling behind her. "Couldn't be avoided, unfortunately."

You felt your eye twitch.

"I'm sure a lovely doll like you could find a way to fix it. Wouldn't want that hotty husband of yours to leave your pretty face for something like this, would ya?" She went on.

"You better run, though. I heard the cleaners were planning on closing up early today." Another bitch woman spoke up.

Had you been any less horrified at your husband's ruined shirt, you would have been fuming.

You quickly took the shirt and paid, rushing out before you did anything stupid. Like cry.

Oh Alastor's rivals would have a field day twisting a story like that.

As you left the ladies called out "We did straighten the hem, darling!" And a more snarky, muttered comment, "Although, you'd think someone as handsome as Alastor could find a gal that could do something that simple herself."

The walk back home was probably the most tiring part of it all. Having to keep your back straight, your smile lovely, your voice friendly. Never letting the kind people know anything was wrong.

Because you knew those kind people were all itching to have any reason to gossip about your husband.

And you just couldn't have that.

Your shoulders finally sagged as you closed the door to your house. Your smile dropped immediately as you leaned against the door in exhaustion.

You stuffed the ruined shirt in your bag, thinking maybe your can throw it out later on, but you just knew Alastor would notice it was missing. He won't be happy with you, that's for sure.

Never mind that you've bent over backwards for the better half of a year to cater to him. Never mind that you've hidden all your faults under the rug. Never mind that you've been absolutely devoted to him even before your marriage.

You had to be perfect.

But you weren't. And you knew that. It seemed every other woman in New Orleans knew that. And now with the ruined shirt, Alastor would know that too.

He'll see you as less.

It's there again, that's stupid heavy feeling in your gut. Whatever it was.

You sighed in defeat. If you couldn't get the shirt fixed, maybe you could at least make sure he had a good meal to come home to? Maybe that could make him overlook your faults this time.

You burnt it. Somehow,—despite normally being an amazing cook every other time besides tonight—you managed to burn dinner.

You put your hands over your face, groaning in frustration, just absolutely exasperated. Why on earth was everything going wrong today. Why couldn't you just do one thing right? Why couldn't you just be of some help to Alastor? Why—

You lifted your face from your hands, attempting to slow your breathing. Your eyes glanced around your ruined kitchen and your burnt dinner, and that stupid shirt peaking out of your bag, and...the door to the basement? 

Right! Maybe there could still be one thing you could do right today.

You wiped your hands over your apron, immediately scrambling for the tools you bought earlier today. 

While you weren't the smartest when it came to these things, surely you could figure something out to try to loosen the lock.

You've watched your gentle husband fiddle around with the lock many times before, never opting to break the thing. You suspected he didn't want to look in any way violent in front of you, but you always thought it was so needlessly complicated.

You grabbed a hammer from the pile of junk and made your way towards the basement door. You tested the lock's strength with a few, rather light, taps of the hammer head. It didn't feel that sturdy. You thought you could definitely break it with a bit of force on your end.

You gripped the handle with both hands and brought the hammer down on it.

Once. The sound of metals clashing echoed in your house

Twice. You had to do at least this today.

Thrice. You can't be useless to him.

You smashed the hammer down onto the lock one more time and the battered thing fell to floor. 

Your eyes widened, lips spreading into grin out of relief.

Thank heavens, you managed something today. Alastor would be glad to hear this, at least. 

You bent over, picking up the fallen lock from the floor.

A weight pressed against you from behind.

Startled out of your wit, you stood up straight, just in time for whoever it was to flatten your body right against the basement door.

"What a lovely sight that was." You hear Alastor's voice right by your ear.

His head found home where your shoulder and head met. His nose trailed up against your skin as he breathed you in.

A gasp escaped your parted lips as you feel his hands squeeze the flesh of your hips harshly.

"Alastor?" You were partly dazed, confused what was happening.

His hips pressed against yours at the sound of his name from your mouth, and you all but recoil.

Alastor was rarely handsy, and that was fine by you. You actually realized that you much preferred it that way. Alastor's love being the only thing you ever really wanted from him.

Moments like these have always caught you off guard.

Because your husband knew that. He knew you weren't comfortable with being intimate. He knew you'd much rather have him just sit by you. He knew you weren't one to jump his bones.

And Alastor normally respected that.

"What a naughty little doll you are," Alastor's breath hot against your skin. "Welcoming a man home all bent over, presenting yourself." He whispered.

Your eyes widened, attempting to turn to face him, but his body kept yours pinned to the door.

"Baby, no. I," Your breathing had gone a bit ragged. "I was just picking up this lock here."

You raised your hand, showing the broken, battered lock in your grip. "I finally managed to open the stubborn thing." You tried to smile up at him over your shoulder, expecting praise.

Alastor's eyes stayed on the lock for a second too long you think, before his hand circled your wrist and yanked your arm behind your back. His swift hands made your other arm follow after it immediately.

The ache in your limbs, the grip he had on you, the shock of it all made the lock tumble right out of your grasp.

Alastor let out a hum of disappointment. "That's a real shame, sweetheart. I thought you were finally opening up to me." He said, his voice still filled with mirth. "Could have really used it tonight, too."

You felt him ground his hips against your clothed ass. His half hard cock evident against you.

He used one hand to keep your arms where they were, the other made its way to caress up your torso. His large palm trailing past your breasts, ending up by your soft cheeks.

Contrasting with the ones that held you still, his fingers were gentle against your face. His fingertips barely ghosted over your skin.

"I had a rather rough day at work, you see. Could you blame a man for wanting a little comfort from his wife?" He whispered.

The words hung in the air. Your lips unable to deny him, but unable to agree all the same.

A heartbeat passes, and suddenly you were free. Alastor stepped back from you, your body relaxing at the absence of his towering figure. 

"But what kind of ruffian would I be to force a lady to do that against her will," Alastor said, his tone rather carefree.

You turned around to finally face him, only to see him looking else where.

Your eyes followed his line of sight and you noticed the ruined shirt, pulled out of the bag, sitting right next to a burnt dinner, all framed by a horribly messy kitchen.

Alastor looked back at you, his charming smile ever present. "I'm sure you excel at all the other aspects of being a wife, anyway." He says, as if he hadn't just seen the failure you've made of your day.

He began to walk away, and your hand reached out before you could even think. Almost as if on reflex. Almost as if it's what you had to do.

You meekly pulled him back. His eyes watched you, almost expectantly, as you cupped your palms against his cheeks, and invited him down to meet you.

Your lips brushed chastely against his as he let out a satisfied hum.

You pulled away just enough to speak, your eyes looking up at him as your breaths mixed. "What...what can I do for you, my love?"

Alastor's smile stretched, his lips dipping down to meet yours again for a second time. His hand quickly found its way to the small of your back, heavy as he ushered you out of the kitchen.

"I think that's better discussed in the bedroom, darling." He purred against your ear.

You swallowed thickly against your tightening throat. 

Normally Alastor's hands on you were cherished, but you wanted nothing more than to squirm away from his hold right then. You knew where this was heading, but it just was not something you ever found appealing.

But you could do it for Alastor, right? You have done it for him before, anyway. 

Even if you didn't particularly enjoy it, at least you'd be satisfying your husband. At least you'd be close to him. At least you'd be useful to him.

Alastor, like the chivalrous gentleman he is, opened the door of your bedroom for you as he lead you in. You heard the click of the lock behind you, right before you were quickly tossed onto your bed.

You squealed as your felt your body bounce against the soft sheets. Your dress bunched up your thighs as you adjusted your legs.

Alastor stood at the foot of your bed, working his bowtie off with nimble fingers. "Darling, why so tense? It's only me." He says, his voice almost soothing.

But it was there again. That annoying feeling. It seems heavier than ever.

Was it really loneliness? 

How could you even be lonely now, when the man you love was waiting to mount you.

"I'm just nervous, that's all, darling," You managed to say honestly. "It hurt quite a bit last time."

Your eyes watched closely as Alastor's hand made quick work of the buttons in his vest, shrugging it off and placing his knee on the bed. His eyes trained on your reactions all the while, enjoying the flicker of uncertainty on your face as you bit your lip.

"I know a way we can ease that," He said. He reached out his hand to you, inviting you to take it.

Your shaky hand didn't hesitate. Because you'd do anything for this man.

You loved Alastor, so much, with your whole body, but he seemed to revel a bit too much in that knowledge.

He knew you could never deny him. So when your hand was in his, he pulled you closer, watching with delight as you awkwardly crawled to the end of your bed.

"Care for a box lunch, darling? It'd hurt less if we're a lot more slick." Alastor teased, chuckling as you looked at him with confusion.

The gears seemed to click in your head when one of his hand rested on your hair, the other worked his belt off.

"Oh," Was pretty much all you managed to squeak out. It was definitely not what you expected. 

You hadn't noticed that you tried to pull away until Alastor applied a bit more pressure on your scalp to keep you still. 

He pulled his heavy cock free from its confines. He ran his hand over it, lazily pumping the hardening member in his palm as his gaze was transfixed on you.

Your wide eyes watched every movement of his hand. Panicked, you seemed. Not unlike many panicked does he's shot down in the past.

Not unlike many panicked other things he's felt lose life under his hands.

"Something wrong?" Alastor mused, head tilting as he watched you flinch at the sight of his dick twitching.

Your eyes finally pulled away from your husband's groin, looking up to meet the man's lidded gaze behind his glasses. "We haven't really tried that before and," You bit your lip, unsure on how to proceed. "It just seems a bit deviant." 

"Well then it's lucky we're both in such safe company then, isn't it?" The hand in your hair loosened it's grip, opting to softly comb through your hair. The slight tension in your shoulders melted away. "I've been rather curious about what all fuss was about, didn't really have a partner I trusted enough before to try, though." 

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. He saw how bad you messed up today, didn't he? He saw how miserably you failed at the simplest of tasks. But he still trusted you? He still trusted you enough to do something as unorthodox as this?

"I suppose I've been rather curious about it myself." You smiled up at him nervously, your hand reached out by your own choice to hold his hefty cock in your palm.

You were lying.

He knew you were lying and he loved it.

"Then open up, my dear." You heard him say, gently guiding your head closer to his crotch.

You decided looking up at your husband was easier than watching your own hand pleasure his shaft. You kept his gaze as you parted your lips, letting your soft tongue meet the skin of his head before wrapping your lips around it.

There was a rather salty taste in your mouth, a bit of his precum leaking onto your tongue. You tried not to cringe at the taste, choosing instead to focus on the way Alastor's brows furrowed when you took more of him into your warm, obedient mouth.

"How do I taste, darling?" He teased, knowing you couldn't answer. 

He looked down at you expectantly. Not knowing what else you could do, you began to slowly bob your head, keeping your lips wrapped around his shaft.

You took your time, slowly letting more of him past your lips each time you sank your head back down. Eyes trained on your husband's face, part of you wondering if he'd praise you if you did a well enough job. But it seemed your efforts offered far too little friction for Alastor's patience.

His hips started moving against your face. Softly at first, but he soon began to push at your head to meet his thrusts.

The head of his hard cock nudged your throat and you choked. Your hands immediately went to his hips, nails digging in with how hard you held onto him. 

Tears forms in your eyes as you looked up at your husband, and your heart immediately filled with panic when you were met with a look of disappointment. 

"Hmm. Seems this might have been too much for you to handle." He sighed, finally pulling you off his dick.

A string of saliva stayed between the head of his cock and your lips as you coughed and gasped for air. 

But even as your jaw throbbed, you went to reach your hand out and tried to lean back in towards his dick. "No, no. I can do it, I promise," You said hurriedly.

"There's no need to force yourself, my darling wife," Alastor tutted, pushing you back by your shoulder, stopping you from getting another chance to prove yourself. "We can't help that you have your limits."

"I just need practice." You swore, looking up at your husband. You hated that you disappointed him again.

His fingers reach out to tilt your chin up, making space for his lips at your neck as he slowly pushed you back into the bed with his own body.

"If you ask nicely enough, I'm sure we can have you try again another time," Alastor said softly, as if granting you such a troublesome request.

The back of your head softly met your pillows as Alastor nudged your legs apart with his knee.

He slotted himself between your legs, grinding his slick cock impatiently against your panties. His groan was practically breathed into your ear.

You wanted to hear more of it. While you weren't particularly eager for sex, you were starved for your husband's praises. And if this is what it took then so be it.

You bucked your hips up to remove your underwear, your groin meeting his lazy thrusts as you did. 

"And here I was beginning to think you didn't want me." Alastor jested as he parted from your neck to help you rid yourself of your underwear. His long fingers slid the flimsy thing down one leg and let it stay on the other.

"There probably isn't a woman in this apple that doesn't want you, my love." You half-joked, but your soft laugh abruptly ended in a gasp.

Alastor pressed the thick head of his cock at your entrance, teasingly pushing in just the smallest bit. "You're most likely right," He said, watching as your eyes closed at his trespass. "But you are the only one lucky enough to have me."

And you should know it.

Your back arched as your husband pushed past the tight hole of your entrance. What little resistance your walls made barely bothered him as his throbbing head forced your walls apart.

His hands dug into the sheets by your body. The smooth covers wrinkling in his grip as he strained to stay still.

"This alright for you, darling?" He asked, running his thumb softly under your eye to coax you into looking at him.

Your heart fluttered. Even when in such carnal need he cared about your silly little wants. You pry your eyes open to see Alastor peering down at you with a smile.

"I could stay with this much if you need me to." He told you, rocking hips barely moving. The head of his cock nearly slipping out before he pushed back in, just until it disappeared again into your warm walls.

He was being so kind and accommodating, you couldn't bring yourself to be so needlessly selfish.

Your cunt strained to take even just his very tip, but it was so pointless to let something like that get in the way. Your petty little apprehensions shouldn't matter. Not when you're with your husband.

Your lips strained to force a smile. "I think I can take more, my dear."

It was all Alastor really needed to hear. he dragged his dick out of you, letting it slip out. Wanting you to feel how empty you were without him. Before he rammed his hips against yours; sheathing his cock fully in your warm cunt.

"What a gal," Alastor praised. "Loving, kind, and gentle, but takes a cock like she's on the clock in a call house."

Alastor loved the way you keened at his words.

He loved the way you yearned for his touch, even when you both knew it wasn't your game.

He loved the way you worshiped him, always so desperate to please him.

Oh, how he loved how you were always so ready to give him everything. 

Alastor loved you, but just not in the way you hoped.

When you woke up the next morning, the view in front of you wasn't anything new.

Alastor's half of the bed was empty. The previously rumpled sheets for the previous night's rendezvous were pristine and smoothened out once more.

It was there again. Whatever that feeling was. 

You assumed it's going to be here for a while.

Alastor seemed to have already headed out before you awoke, not that it felt any different from other mornings.

With a sigh you made your bed. Once again going over everything you had to do for the day.

You had to clean—because you always had to clean—but more so now knowing you left quite the mess yesterday. You have to stop by the market once more, maybe look through clothing stores to find a new shirt for Alastor.

You didn't want him upset with you over that after all. While he didn't bring it up, you knew it still likely bothered him.

You made your way to the kitchen, ready to get the day started.

Except something glimmered as you walked by it. Your head turned to its direction, seeing the same padlock you broke the night before in perfect condition—back on the door to the basement.

Your brows furrowed as you approached it. Fingers gingerly examining the cold metal.

But, how could it be back on here? You swore you broke this stubborn thing last night.

From the corner of your eye, you see a note on the counter, immediately recognizing Alastor's messy handwriting. 

Yes, of course. He must have replaced the old one and fixed whatever damaged you did on the door while you were asleep. That would easily explain it.

You picked up the note, smiling softly to yourself at how silly it was to be confused.

It was a brilliant bash, my darling, but it seems this lock is just much too sturdy :(

Don't fret! I'll find a way to open it eventually! Do try to stay away from the tools though, dear. We wouldn't want you hurting your soft delicate hands!

Yours, Alastor

P.S.

I'd prefer a little less char on the meat this time! Haha!

You tried to reread the note several times, wondering if your husband was pulling your leg again. 

You broke this lock, you knew you did.

You swung a hammer at it thrice and it broke. 

Thrice? Or was it four times?

Whatever, the count didn't matter.

Or did it? 

You remained where you stood, confused at what to believe. The note still clutched in your hands.

Did you really break the lock last night? Or were you just so desperate to get something right that your fooled yourself into thinking that?

If you broke the lock then why was it still there now? Why would your darling husband tell you otherwise?

The only reasonable conclusion was that you didn't.

Surely, that made sense, right?

Your eyes stared at the note. Alastor's name seemingly bright against everything else. 

No other possibility made sense. Besides, if Alastor trusted you enough to marry you, it only made sense to return that privilege.

Right.

Your eyes lifted from the note, to the kitchen in front of you. The mess you made still loud and present and ugly. 

There was no use standing there fretting over such a silly, pointless, thing. Not when you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Who really cares about a dumb little lock, anyway? Didn't you have such a long list of tasks to do today?

Like proving your worth

To yourself

To the world

To your husband. 

Part 1 of 2 I hadn't intended for this fic to run as long as it did, and the best part was yet to come. It would have taken ages to get this out if I didn't cut it into half. Anyway, Read part 2 of 2 here!

#tw: dubcon #tw: manipulation #tw: gaslighting #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #alastor smut #vien writes #I googled 30s dirty talk and I just could not use any of them with a straight face so I made my own renditions to make them more palatable #do not come for my ass for the wrong use of old timey linggo in this one please #don't come for me for my slow writing either

[jadespeedster17]

Do I Need A Reason?

Warnings: None really, just fluff, other than self doubt thoughts and some dirty talk.

Pov: Second (You/your)

Notes: Continuing on my last idea of Fairy and ‘Dragon’. A scene I talked about with @peachsodama

Summary: Dating was a slow process, but one you loved dearly. Getting to know the other and finding traits you liked. And gosh did you like everything you found about him. If only he could see it himself.

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Waiting was hard for things, but for him you were willing. Emmet texted you a while back stating he wanted to have a simple lunch with you once he got off. Giving you a time to meet up and you telling him where you were waiting. These past few months had been sweet, taking time together, just going simple and steady.  First few steps for Emmet had been wobbly and filled with flustered moments, but you would laugh it off and happily lean up to him. Things were slowly working out, and if you made it clear you liked him to others that was your choice. 

There was strange looks you got from anyone, human or hybrid. This ‘dainty’ fairy hybrid leaning in the two arms of a bug hybrid. Stigmas be damned to the distortion realm in your ‘humble’ opinion. Predator Emmet might be, but he was super sweet, and always trying to impress you.  Chatting away about his pokemon battles and ideas he had on them to better improve. You would smile and listen, offering soft input when he would look to you for advice. 

Today you both were going to a park nearby to enjoy the warm spring weather, the flowers today brought out so many pokemon. Your tail moved happily at the thought of curling up next to him on a blanket to watch the sky.  You looked up you saw him easily in the crowd of people. Your heart rate would rise slightly at the sight of his smile. The butterflies in your stomach would start up again, putting away your phone and hugging him once close enough. Your ribbons wrapping around two of his arms as you nuzzled his chin with your ears and face into his chest.

Emmet laughed, “Sorry I took so long.” he said sheepishly, “Ingo wanted to go over something before I left.” he held you with all four of his arms. “it’s fine.” you tell him with a purr, happy to let yourself lean on his right side, ribbons holding his waist and arm as two arms held you close. “Shall we my spark?” you asked him as his cheeks dusted with a blush.

Together the two of you walked together, Emmet started to talk about the last battle he had, you listened happily. You picked up when happy Emmet had a habit of clicking more, a sound you came to associate with his emotions. But today there was something under it... not quiet able to pick it up... but it’ll come up no doubt. He let you talk a bit about some things in your work, you worked for a beauty shop in creating hair products and makeup. Your friend actually owned it, you helped them out, everything was organic and you did quiet well for yourselves. You liked the way when you smiled he’d grow warmer. 

Setting up in an area with some shade but still warm all the same. You were right the flowers were in full bloom now. Children sometimes looking around at all the bugs and birds around. The playground nearby was in full swing, it was pretty. You pressed up to Emmet looking at the pretty colors. 

He held you, both just content to sit for a while. You had also noticed he liked to mess with the ribbons on your ear, nuzzling them lightly. He said you smelled nice once or twice, before getting a little embarrassed, apologizing if that seemed weird. You thought it was cute of a compliment, asking how did you smell?

“It reminds me of something my mom made for me.” he’d tell you with a fond smile, “It’s not sweet like I thought, you also have some spice in you.” he’d joke as you’d laugh in agreement.

Emmet has seen you when angry, not afraid of any foe and gave off ‘give me a reason’ energy. Which just made him fall all over again. 

You look up at him though and frowned, “What’s wrong?” you finally asked him, you could feel it, the shift in emotions. Emmet didn’t meet your eyes, “I am Emmet, and nothing is wrong.” he said, but you knew better by now. 

Ingo had told you a bit about his brother, how he liked to keep things to himself when feeling negative emotions. You understood the importance to work through problems, but you also knew that communication was key. “My spider, I know all to well your emotions by now.” your ribbon’s flexed around his wrist, “Please, tell me what’s wrong.” you asked softly to him. “And if it’s a person I wasn’t me if they go missing.” you added.

You felt a spark of amusement at the words which made your smile return a bit. Emmet sighed after a moment before looking at the clouds, “I... I wonder some days... why you love me.” he admits a prickle of doubt and anxiety was there now.

A pause between you two as you gazed at him, “Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, “Do I truly need a reason to love you?” your fingers found his own, curling around them, the claws were long and sharp, yet he was always so careful. You looked up at him and his conflicted eyes.

“I’m not that handsome looking though.” There it was... you made a face at that.

Rolling on your stomach to lean on him you gazed at him, “Is that what this is about?” you asked him, he adverted his eyes from yours and you scoffed. “Emmet if I gave a shit about that, I’d be undeserving of you.” you said firmly to him gripping his hand in your own. 

“And we will not have self deprecating image thoughts here.” you said with a glare to him, “You are more than handsome, beautiful, and I find you cute and sweet.” your tone left no room for arguing as your other hand held his cheek to meet his eyes again. “That is a promise and a threat.”

A twinge of amusement again at your words and the pout on your cute face. “My spark, I don’t need reasons to love, but if you want ones: I love how you click when you’re very happy. I find it adorable the way your movements become animated when excited. The twitches of your fur when I get you flustered or embarrassed are just cute. How you insist on holding me with all four of your arms during movie nights, yet your the only jumping at the scary scenes more than me.” you list off to him as he can only stare, “I crave the way you hiss when you laugh, it make me shiver some days. And by the gods I want more than just the sweet touches.” 

Your blue eyes looked up at him, and at some of the tears in his eyes as your brush them away with your hand on his cheek. Emmet was holding you close by now, “Aren’t you afraid of me though?” he finally asked, voice broken and weak form holding back small whines.

A tsk at those words left your mouth, “I’m not gonna fall over from a tiny scratch or bruise my reluctant spider.” you lean close to him “I want you to tie me up in that web of yours and do as you please... or by the gods of this realm I will do it to you myself.” you weren't some dainty fairy like people saw you as, you took down men bigger and heavier than you. You stared down a dragon hybrid in the face and told him to get out of your shop, and then kicked him out on his ass.

Emmet’s face when red at that as the twitches of his fur were there again. Then he smiled slowly, “Is that what you want plum?” he asked, not going into pet names easily, you squeaked as suddenly he was on top of you. “You really want to be in webbing helpless to a predator like me?” he asked near your ear, your ribbons shiver and tighten around his arm.

“If you tease me and no go through with it tonight, I will make it your problem in the morning.” you bit back with a fanged grin of your own at him. You leaned close, nose to nose, “But yes, I bet you couldn’t keep me down.” you told him, which made his eyes dance with excitement at the challenge.  You snickered and nuzzled him as slowly the tensions died down, last thing you both wanted was some Karen mom telling you to ‘keep it to the bedroom’ in a disgusted tone. Emmet was now holding you with all four of his arms, and whispering soft things into your ear. What he’d do to a pretty fairy like you in his web.

Your ears twitched at that with small bell like giggles from your mouth, pressing close to him. Through your ribbon you sent him your feelings, love love love. Because you did, you loved him, ever part of him. Gosh Emmet felt he was undeserving of you, you wondered how you landed someone like him. You smiled happily, tonight was going to be fun.

#fluff #oneshot #subway master emmet #hybrid emmet #pokemon hybrid au #tw dirty talk #it's mild really #submas

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

mentor!Kishibe

mentor!Kishibe is very aware of your secret attraction towards him. Has to use every ounce of his will to convince himself that its onesided, just a young woman with a crush. But he'd have to be blind not to notice the subtle shift from the student/teacher vibe between y'all two when you finally complete his extensive training. It's been 3 years. Granted he deemed you at peak less than a year in, and now he had nothing left to teach you. Knows it's already incredibly suspicious and selfish keepin you from your aspirations this long. Still.. "Sure you don't wanna go private?" Kishibe takes a swig from his flask, tired eyes trained on the newest addition to the eerily desolate cemetery. "Tsk. Don't ask somethin you have no intention of doin yourself. Real funny way of askin me to stay.." You get no reply. The tense silence stretches on, so many words on the tip of his tongue. He eventually settles with a dry "Then congratulations, kid: It's graduation day." You frown, dreading this moment almost as much as the thought of never finding the gun devil. Feels just as despairing as you thought it would. Staring at the side of his handsome downcast face, admiring the crinkle round his eye. "Will you miss me?" Kishibe solemn eyes finally meets your imploring gaze, not needing even a second to think about your question. Uses the back of his hand to gently sweep your braids off your shoulder as he offers you a small forced smile. "Course, sweetheart. You already know.." Your heart skips a beat to the simple touch and new pet name. Know what? But then Kishibe's droppin his hand. Turns on his heel, stridin to the exit without another word. "Goodbye.." The strong gusts of wind the only witness to your anguished whisper.

mentor!Kishibe makes it a point to keep his distance from you. Even with workin in the same sector, its a whole year before you see him again. Makima finally wore em down into comin out to eat with a few fellow hunters. "Two minutes. Then we're done here." She only smiles at him, watchin as he sits stiff refusing to touch his plate of food. Kishibe ignores the flow of conversation, his mind wondering what you were up to for the evening. Imagine his surprise when he sees your pretty ass walk through the door, his insides twisting and knotting at the sight of you. Uniform pants huggin your shapely frame; white shirts sleeves rolled up to the elbows, first couple buttons undone and givin him the tiniest peak at your mouth watering cleavage. So fuckin gorgeous to Kishibe. Almost exactly how he'd last seen you. Your face is different thought.. Just as beautiful but he knows that gaunt look only too well. Your hairs changed too, now in y/h/c wavy layered tresses down your back. There's nothing on planet earth that can get either of you to unlock eyes as you freeze on the spot. You weren't sure when you'd see him again; if his petty ass would continue to dodge you till the end of time. But inna instant, it's like just the two of you exist. Nothing else in the world matters but how much you want and miss him.. Till you remember the cruel and sudden way he chose to snatch himself from your life, leaving you heartbroken. And more lonely than necessary, especially considering the profession. The thought has you spinnin on the spot and storming from the restaurant. Makima digs her elbow into Kishibe's side. "I'm not saying fall in love. But find a piece of happiness for yourself, even if you believe it to be fleeting." He doesn't say a word. Knows right away her sneaky ass had somethin to do with this crap. Puttin on his shoes and coat, he heads out. Doesnt grace a single soul at the the table with a goodbye, leaving for home with a scowl and a dark cloud over his head. Kishibe knew comin to this shit show was a fuckin mistake.

mentor!Kishibe is so fuckin stubborn that he goes another 6 months without you in his life before almost goin off the deep end. The gaping hole in his already miserable existence seems to physical weaken him. Kishibe can't eat, think or fuckin sleep anymore. Drinks more and focuses less on his goals at work, even skippin out some days to secretly pop up to check on you. But you never see him, even when you feel a pair of unknown eyes on you every now and again. He continues to watch from afar when you patrol, missin the way you'd accompany him on his. Longing to hear your sweet giggles when he'd say something dark or give you a taste of that dry humor. The only woman that got him to open up bout what makes him drown his sorrows in liquor. And even indulge less. Needs that connection with you again. He's startin to care less and less how hes too old, too much of a brute that might be incapable of giving what you need. And in fully recognizing that.. Kishibe can't be without you much longer. The only semblance of peace is late at night when he gives in to the madness that haunts him, pumpin at his angry agitated cock while you consume his mind. "Ohhh fuck, y/nnn.. Touch me, sweetheart.." Head dipped back into his pillow, moaning low imagining the his grip to be the warm wet clutch of your tight lil puss. Perspiration drippin down his nude frame, muscles spasming from how good it feels. "Tell me you want me.." Drivin him insane rememberin every scar, dimple, beauty mark peekin from your formal public safety uniform. "Want you so bad, pretty girl." Wish he could listen to how you pant after a strenuous session, tiny huffs akin to what he thinks you sound like if he sucked at your clit. "Bet you like that, huh?" Fucks his fist quicker to the thought, strokes awkward from how infrequently he masturbates. How sensitive would you be? Would you moan or scream? Buck and hump against his face, grind his lips for maximum pleasure? "Thats it. Take what you need greedy girl." Or maybe run from it. Yank at his short hair while tryin to escape, his name stuttering out on broken moans and pleas for reprieve as he forces you to cum. "Y/nnn!" Kishibe unloads allover his fist to the conjured imagery. Sputtering your name over and over as his nut spurts thickly in the air, splattering his muscled thighs audibly.

mentor!Kishibe knows things have gone all the way left when liquor stops helping to numb the pain of your abscence. Shows up to your spot in the middle of the night with a crazed look in his eye, bangin on your door like he was outta his damn mind. "What do you want Kishibe?" You snap after eyeing him through the peephole, swinging open your front door. Even through your outrage, you're immediately aware of the deep dark circles underneath his eyes. Or the prominent wrinkles in his suit jacket and pants, but most importantly the exclusion of that dank smell of whiskey. Your stunned he isn't stone cold drunk. But his attention is on the fact you're only in an oversized black tee, hair inna a cute messy bun. Smooth brown legs and pert nipple prints on display for his greedy gaze. Doesn't have very high hopes with hidin how his dick starts to chub, trying his damnest not to stare at the exposed skin. "Y/n, sweet girl.. Missed you so fuckin much. I'm so sor-" Kishibe steps a foot forward into your home, arms outstretched to embrace you but you sidestep him, smackin away his hands. "Fuckin kidding me right?" He's never touched you unless you guys were training, but back then you had always hoped for it. Dreamed of it. Even now your body yearns for him to hold you, caress you.. To fuck you. Traitorous pussy started to moisten, nipples stiffening the moment you opened the door. But you're fuckin hurt! "Y/n-" "What?! Thought you could ghost me then slide through for a quick fuck?" Your tone makes his heart clench. Kishibe can't believe you think that's what you mean to him. His face falls a bit and he drops his arms. "No, never. I missed you so mu-" "You said that already, Kish." Another interruption paired with a severe eye roll. "Babygirl, hear me out. You have every right to kick my ass and send me off. I'm sor-" "Yeah, you said that already too. Either tell me why you left me or get the fuck out." He takes a deep breath before puttin his heart on the line for the first time in his life. "I'ma fool, y/n. An old fool that had no intention of ever fallin in love. Not with the life we lead. You know as well as I that only swift violent death awaits all of us. But then I met you." Kishibe reaches for you again and but this time you allow him to link fingers, his words sinkin deep; they were very true. "Mourning hurts worse the more you care. I didn't want that for you. Just wanna protect you sweetheart. Even from myself. You mean everything to me and I dont deserve you.. What if i can't make you happy?" You mull over his words for a second. "So you denied me my dick, which woulda made me estatic by the fuckin way, all in the name of protectin me from grieving?" You clarify in disbelief. He gives you a short nod, cock twitchin at your admission. "Fuckin stupid, Kish. Everyone at work can see you're all i need to be happy. And we all die! No matter the jobs we pursue. What's wrong with enjoying each other till then?" You ask, palming up his abs to rest your hands on his chest. Wow. He never thought of it like that. Such a intelligent girl, but he always knew it. Though he tells you anyway. "When you become smarter than me, babygirl?" Kishibe asks, tuggin you against his well defined frame. Arms wrapping around you tight, dippin down to massage your backside as he noses up your neck, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent. "Haven't I always been?" You hug around his neck as he hums in agreement at your throat, tiltin your head to offer him more access. The need for his cock to mold your desperate cunt to the shape of him is overpowering when you feel it press firm against you. "Come in, Kishibe. Need you so much. Don't make me wait anymore." Connecting your lips to his, moaning when he passionately reciprocates as you yank him inside by his the collar of his shirt.

mentor!Kishibe hasn't had the luxury to relieve himself in weeks; can't even remember the last time he's gotten do it with someone other than himself. So he's absolutely unprepared when you unzip his slacks, push him to the bed, turn and hastily sit on his dick. "Holy shit, baby girl!" His fingers dig into your hips bruisingly, trying to lift you off his hypersensitive leaky length. Soft heat drenchin him, erratic flutter of your walls buildin that familiar pulsing swirl in his gut. Feels pathetic that he's already fighting back nuttin inside your perfect lil snatch. Mind reeling at finally gettin a taste of your bomb ass coochie, and the fact you aint have no panties on when you scolded him at your front door earlier. "Pussys too tight, worlds best cock sleeve baby. Mmm.. Oh shit- get up! Lemme breathe honey. Been too fuckin long, dont wanna buss yet." But you fight against his attempts to unsheathe himself, moanin as his words replay in your head. Leanin back into his strong chest as his scent clouds your mind, reachin back to grip tight at his freshly cut soft blonde locks. "Nooo, Kish! Don't make me wait anymore. N-need it so bad. 'S so big, feels so good inside me. Don't make me stop, pleeease. Gimme my dick, baby. Waited long enough right? Waited like a good girl?" Kishibe clenches his gut tight, noddin his head swiftly. Your filthy pleas, how you frantically mouth and suck on his neck, pullin his short hair hard, makin his fat balls buzz pleasantly. "Yes, yes. Ughnn fuh-uck.. Such a good girl, my best girl.. So please sweetheart, slow the fuck down less you want this shit to be over with already." He's sits tense, so fuckin on edge tryin not cum, not even sure you hear anything after 'good girl'. "Y/n?" "Kishibeee.." Your immediate dazed moan back to him doesnt sound promising on followin orders. Fuck! He assumes even with bitin off more than your lil puss can chew, you've been plottin all this time to take matters into your own hands. Always the clever girl. And so goddamn impatient. "Oh fuck, y/nnn.. Gonna give you what you want, just w-wait‐ wait a second honey!" Fuck that shit. "No." You huff, makin his pretty eyes narrow at your new found disobedience. "Little girl, stop. Right now. Dont make me- haaah!" Threat cut short when you grind and roll your hips into his before leanin on his knees to tentatively bounce on his dick. "Ohmygod! Knew you'd fuck me so good. Ohfuuuck! Waited too long for this good dick. So worth it, so so worth it!" You keen, tossin your head back at him diggin you out, body tremblin how he stretches your delicate walls round his thick girth more than any man ever had.

Kishibe eyes widen at your antics, grip at your hips useless as you keep a tight hold of the reins and fuck him a bit quicker. Tits jigglin under your tee, clit throbbin for attention as you use his dick to knock into that ridged pleasure button inside you. "Fuck me, Kishi! Show me how much you missed me. Yeees, yes- right there!" The intense sensation rapidly formin in the depths of your tummy is frighteningly mind numbing but you chase it anyway. Fuckin him vigorously, nails diggin into his knees as you both near whats sure to be orgasms for the history books. "Shiiit! Gonna make me buss so fuckin h-hard, honey.." "Then buss for me. Mmm. Show me what I've been missin. Wanna feel your nut splash inside, handsome." No womans ever talked to or fucked him like this before. Its him that usually mounts his victims till they're stupid from his curved cock. But now he can hardly take the snug hug your hole gives his dick. Unable to stop his eyes from rollin back in his skull when you focus on humpin the wide mushroom tip, swiveling your hips sensually as you ride your mans dick. His fingers slip from your hips and Kishibe falls back against the bed limply, eyes blurry with tears at the sensation of you fuckin him so thoroughly. "F-fuck honey. Thats it. Put that pussy on Daddy." He slurs, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the dark kink he keeps buried deep down finally breakin free. "Make me nut in that pretty lil pussy, baby. Show Daddy how he's the only one that can cum inside." His chest heaves as he pants out quick labored grunts from the way you pop your plushy ass on him up and down fast as you can, slammin your lil cunt on him tirelessly; the burn in your thighs the last thing on your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Gimme it, earned my nut huh? Don't wanna wait for it anymore!" You hiccup, beggin for his load in high pitched cries as he begins to buck his hips widly. "H-here it is, sweet girl. Nuts all for you.. Ahhh fuck! Take it, honey. Take it.." Glidin to the base of his swollen shaft repeatedly, literally milking the sperm from his poundin dick. Gooey white spurts layer your walls, coating your insides thickly with his essence. His hips unintentionally lift from the bed to chase your pussy, outta sync from your rythym, random hits to your gspot makin you seize in his lap. "Kish, Kishi- Kishibeee!" Juices gush and pool on his work pants as you cum enthusiastically, clumsily rotatin your hips, usin his poor cock to abuse your puffy hole even when Kishibe stiffens from the overstimulation. "L-little girl." He warns you but you ignore him, wordless moans slippin through your bare lips as you enjoy him like its the last time. The man has to gather all the strength he has left to snatch you off his dick and flip you onto the bed, pastel blue covers cool against your back. He hovers above you, sticky girth rigid against your slick pussy lips. "Bad fuckin girl. Doin whatever you want with my dick." Kishibe snarls against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, both of you still pantin for air. His words make you pout, releasin a small whimper when he pulls away, floppin next to you and cuddling into your side. "My dick, Kishibe. Plus.. Thought you said I was good." He snorts at your whine. "Any man would say that when you're force fuckin the nut out me the way you did, y/n." You bust out laughin at his deceitful trickery, your infectious giggles makin him follow suit. "That right.. Daddy? Didn't know you were into that. Think we got some catchin up to do.." Kishibe groans when you slip a hand to squeeze lightly at his sensitive slowly softening cock, smilin into his shoulder when it twitches with interest. He knows he'll never hear the end of this one and really wishes your perfect lil cunt didn't get him so fuckin pussy drunk. But really, Kishibe's finally happy; hopesand prays his lil slice of happiness won't be cut short..

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