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As Heaven is Wide - A Doflamingo x Reader x Corazon Fanfic Part 4 (Final)

In a world where Doflamingo and Rosinante were raised by Celestial Dragons after their parents died in an accident, they grow up to be notorious world nobles in their own right. And then they buy you at the Human Auction. Now trapped between two very different brothers, you’re shared like a toy. Maybe they’re not so different after all.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

This chapter is very intense! Please read the warnings!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Heavy Dubcon! Dead Dove Do Not Eat! Master/Slave Dynamics. Violence. Manipulation. Squirting. Size Difference. Humiliation. Bondage. Forced Piercings. Blood. Captivity. Drug/Aphrodisiac Use. Pain. Reader is described as little but only by ten foot tall men. This is a brutal, dark fanfic! You’ve been warned!

Any comments/feedback is greatly appreciated! Title comes from a song by Garbage (which really fits the mood of this fic I recommend it!). Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @benkeibear!

You’re sitting in one of the unused bedrooms in the Donquixote manor, your hands cuffed behind your back. It’s been nearly an hour since you were brought here by two guards who refused to tell you where Rosi is. 

There’s a window to your right, the curtains drawn back to reveal the darkness of night.  This was supposed to be a very different evening. You and Rosi should have already landed on a small nearby island and bought a bigger ship by now. You should be holding hands while buying supplies and planning your new lives together, even if you felt strangely guilty about leaving Doffy behind. 

A guard opens the door and roughly pulls you out of the room. You don’t bother asking any questions, you’ve already learned that these men have nothing to say to you. 

He leads you down the familiar hallway and to the door of Doflamingo’s bedroom. You were expecting a dungeon, but you’re not entirely surprised. 

Doffy will surely kill you now. You just hope it’s quick. You worry about Rosi though, about whether he’ll be killed as well or just imprisoned here for the rest of his life, doomed to be tormented by his brother.

The door opens and you’re shoved inside, nearly falling before regaining your balance. Funny how much you’re thrown off by having your arms behind your back. 

Doflamingo is standing in the middle of the room, at the foot of his massive bed. His feathered coat and red suit jacket are gone, leaving red pants and a black dress shirt unbuttoned. In the chair nearby, Rosi is sitting, not restrained but looking pale and slightly dazed. His eyes meet yours, and he stands up. 

“Are you alright?!” he asks, rushing over to you. 

“I’m fine. What about you?”

He leans in close and says in a hurried whisper, “I’m so sorry! He forced me to take the drug again! He’s got something terrible planned!” 

“Rosi, sit down,” Doflamingo says, and Rosi hesitantly obeys. Then the older brother approaches you. “Do you have any idea how angry you’ve made me?”

You shake your head. “We just wanted to be free,” you say, trying to edge back away from him. 

He grabs your arm near the shoulder and pulls you closer to him. “You belong to me. Both of you do,” he says then drags you over to the bed. He positions himself in a sitting position, his back against the headboard, and pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest. 

With his bare hands, he rips your dress open, all the way down the front, leaving you completely exposed. You cry out at the sudden motion. 

“Stop it, Doffy!” Rosi yells. “You don’t realize what you’re doing! She didn’t even want to leave. I had to talk her into it!”

Doffy’s hands are groping your breasts harshly. “And why should that matter to me?”

Rosi looks from you to his brother. “Because she has feelings for you. I noticed, and it scared me, so I rushed the escape plan. She actually cares about you! About both of us! She might be the only human in the world who does!”

Doffy pauses and moves one hand to your chin, turning your face so that he can see your eyes. “Is that true? Do you have feelings for me?”

You wish you could see his eyes, to get some kind of read on what he’s thinking. Instead you only see your terrified face reflected back from his sunglasses. After a moment, you nod. “I do.”

Even you don’t understand why. The heart is a mysterious thing you suppose. 

Doffy grins in that terrible way that spells imminent danger. “I’m touched,” he says in a clearly sarcastic tone. “So touched that I’ve decided to show mercy.”

You stare back at him in disbelief. He’s not going to kill you? 

He must notice the confusion in your eyes, because he laughs and adds, “I still have to punish you though.”

With that, he reaches one long arm over to the nightstand and retrieves a little wooden box. He sits it on the bed beside you and opens it to reveal a set of what appears to be small golden hoop earrings. Oddly, there are three instead of two, and each of them has a very sharp, pointed end. 

Is he… going to pierce your ears? For what purpose? 

“I’m feeling so merciful tonight that I’m giving you gifts,” he says, grinning widely. “Even lowly human women like jewelry, right?”

You glance over at Rosinante, who looks just as confused as you are, but it might be because the drug is taking effect. His eyes are glazed over, his face reddening. 

Suddenly Doffy’s left hand moves around you to your right breast, giving it a squeeze before his fingers hold your nipple in a firm grip. He’s behind you, but he’s so tall he can easily loom over you and see what he’s doing as he pulls one of the small golden rings from the box. 

“Don’t worry, I already had these sanitized. We don’t want our cute toy to get an infection.”

You realize with horror what he intends to do, and instinctively try to squirm out of his grasp. With your hands cuffed behind you and his arms around your body, that’s an impossible task.

His right hand edges closer to you, the sharp point gleaming. You whimper, only getting the chance to say, “W-wait!” before you feel the cold metal pierce through your tender nipple. 

You scream, your body jerking in agony as Rosi jumps up from his chair and rushes over. 

“Doffy what the fuck?!” he yells, panicking as he tries to decide what to do to help you, seeming afraid to actually touch you. “You said you’d show mercy!”

Doflamingo still has one arm snaked around you, holding you in place. “This is mercy,” he tells Rosinante. His hand slides up to your throat and rests there. “It would be so easy to snap her neck. It would take no effort at all for me to rip her arms right off her body. I’ve killed countless slaves just for mildly annoying me. And she betrayed me. Her brains should be caked on the bottom of my shoes right now.”

Tears have already filled your eyes. You look down and see the ring, the tiny trickle of blood dripping from it, and nearly faint. You look back at Doflamingo. “I’m sorry,” you say, desperate to make all this stop. “I’m sorry we left…”

His face turns toward yours. “I know you are,” he says in a fake soothing voice. “That’s why I decided to give you a less permanent punishment.”

What he’s saying makes sense, in some terrible way. You expected to die for trying to escape, and your own guilt for leaving him behind is eating at your frazzled mind. You watched him crush a slave’s skull for dropping his coat. The fact that he’s not killing you for your crimes is an absolute shock. 

You collapse back against his chest. “Just do it,” you say weakly. 

Rosi looks horrified. “No! This is insane! If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s me!”

Doffy laughs then, loud and clear, the sound filling the room like a cloud. You feel it rumbling in his chest at your back. “Rosi, this is your punishment!”

With that, he quickly grips your left nipple while grabbing a second ring, then plunges the sharp end through your flesh before anyone else can react. 

You scream again, your body going rigid in Doffy’s lap for a moment before falling limp. The pain is blinding, burning, and you’re completely helpless against it. Your mind feels foggy, your vision hazy. You turn your head to look up at him, your face streaked with tears, your hair messy. “I’m sorry, Doffy… I promise I’ll never leave you alone again…”

What are you even saying? You barely understand the words yourself. You should hate him more than ever, but your heart is breaking and you don’t even know why. 

Doffy doesn’t reply, but instead looks at Rosi and holds out the box. “I saved one for you.”

Rosi’s eyes are wet and wide. “What? Where would I even…” His voice trails off as a look of pure horror spreads over his face. “No… you’ve gone mad, Doffy!”

You hear what they’re saying but your mind is so broken at the moment that you don’t comprehend what’s happening. Doffy pulls your legs apart, then slips one hand down to peel back the folds of your pussy. “Right here. Go ahead and put it in.”

That’s when you realize where the third ring is going. You snap to sudden awareness, trying vainly to get away, but just as before, Doffy has you in a vice grip. 

Rosi drops the box onto the bed. “I’m not doing this. She’s too sensitive there… it’s too cruel! You’ve done some sick things in the past but this is fucked up even for you!”

One of Doffy’s fingers lightly strokes your clit, making you shudder. “Rosi,” he says in that frighteningly calm tone he uses when angry, “if you don’t do it, I’ll rip out all her pretty little organs and decorate your room with them.”

You look up at Rosinante, trying to focus on his face. “It’s okay, Rosi. Just do it. Just finish this, please.”

Rosi stares at you, then at his brother. “I’ll never forgive you for this, Doffy,” he says before taking the final golden ring from the box. He sits on the bed, turning toward you, then very carefully holds your clit between his thumb and finger. “I’m sorry,” he says to you. 

“I know,” you tell him, fresh tears in your eyes. 

With Doffy watching, grin on his face, Rosi brings the point close. His eyes flick from the ring to your face, then back again. He takes a deep breath, then pushes the sharp edge into your tiny clit. 

Either because he was so hesitant, or because he’s trying to be careful, he’s much slower than Doffy was, ironically making the pain a thousand times worse. 

You scream louder than ever before, unable to bear the agony coursing through you, your legs kicking out wildly until Doffy holds them down. Rosi hurries to fasten the ring, then looks at his own handiwork. 

He’s panting, his eyes wild. You hear Doffy say, “Looks like the drug is really hitting you now!” before you black out. 

You don’t know how long you’re out, but when you wake up, you’re still in Doflamingo’s lap, in his bed, your arms still bound behind you. The first thing you feel is pain. The piercings are sore now, not at all helped by Doffy’s fingers playing with your tits. 

As you become more awake and aware, you feel another sensation. You look down to find Rosi gently licking your freshly pierced clit. Your body shivers, wracked by a powerful combination of pleasure and pain. 

When Rosi looks up, his eyes are completely dazed from the drug, his tongue softly prodding at the ring as his fingers slide in and out of your drenched pussy. 

His drug addled brain probably thinks he’s soothing you, but this much stimulation is quickly overwhelming your senses. You’re going to cum soon, and your body is twitching as evidence. But before you can climax, Doffy’s hand moves to your face and turns it toward him. 

Oh. His sunglasses are gone. A pair of deep red eyes are staring at you as Doffy’s mouth closes over yours, kissing you passionately. He never kisses slaves, but his tongue is in your mouth, exploring, tasting, as the fingers teasing your nipple rings become gentle. 

Rosi is still devouring your pussy, his tongue slipping through the gold hoop and very lightly pulling on it, making both pain and pleasure shoot through you. Your whole body is shaking, the two brothers easily pushing you over the edge. You moan into Doffy’s mouth as you cum, squirting all over Rosi’s face as he laps it up. 

After it’s over, the brothers uncuff you. Rosi takes off his own shirt and covers you with it, then picks you up. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Doffy asks, straightening his clothes. 

“To my room,” Rosi says, as if it’s obvious. 

Doffy puts his sunglasses back on. “No. You haven’t been punished nearly enough for the shit you tried to pull. Both of you will be confined to the holding cell until I decide to let you out.”

Rosi frowns. “You can’t do that to me, I’m-“

“You’re my brother, and you’re on thin ice,” Doffy says darkly. “But don’t worry, the two of you will enjoy yourselves. All your food and water will be spiked with the drug. Fuck each other until your brains are mush.”

Rosi starts to say something, but four guards appear at the door, waiting to escort you both. He glares at them. “None of you fucking touch her,” he says. The guards look uneasy, probably because they’re caught between obeying two different Celestial Dragons. They eventually nod, allowing Rosi to carry you down the hall. They lead the two of you down a set of stairs and down another hallway, in what appears to be an underground dungeon. 

You can see several “cells”, all with bars across the front. Each room has a small shower, sink, and toilet. You feel your gut twist when you realize anyone who walks through this area will see everything you do. Maybe you can get Rosi to stand in front of you to block their view. 

Though… if you’re both taking the drug, neither of you will probably care who sees. 

Each cell also has a small, fold away bed and a single wooden chair. It certainly doesn’t look comfortable for two people to stay in. 

You wonder what these cells are for. Misbehaving slaves? That’s the only answer that makes sense. 

Rosi walks into one of them and sits you on the bed. A guard walks in with a folded bundle of linens, including a clean dress for you, then walks back out and locks the gate-like door behind him. 

Once the guards have left, and the whole area is empty aside from the two of you, Rosi helps you pull the dress on before you fall asleep on the bed. You’re too exhausted to be worried. 

The next several days pass by in a blur, time losing all meaning after you both gave in to thirst on the third day. With both of you affected by the drug, you crave each other constantly. Rosi fucks you on the small bed, against the bars, in the shower, bent over the tiny sink, and even in the chair. You ride him like he’s a wild beast, cumming so many times that you pass out nearly every day. 

At some point Doflamingo appears on the other side of the bars. You have no idea how long he was there before you noticed him, because you’re currently preoccupied. 

Rosi is sitting on the floor of the cell, his back against the wall. You’re on your hands and knees in front of him, nestled between his spread thighs, deep throating his cock. 

When you notice Doffy, you pause and pull away. Your mind isn’t working properly. You should be screaming curses at the monster on the other side of your cage, but instead you smile at him and extend your hand, beckoning him. 

“Doffy! I missed you! Come here!”

For a moment, he doesn’t move or speak, then he opens the barred door and walks inside. He loosens his tie as he makes his way across the cell, stopping briefly at the small shelf where your supply of bottled water sits. He grabs a bottle, snaps off the lid, and takes a long drink. 

Did he just willingly drug himself? 

He unbuttons his shirt and pulls off his sunglasses, his every move seeming sensual to your eyes. He grins as he drops down to his knees behind you, finally descending into your dirty world with you. He turns you around with ease, so that you’re on your back, the cold stone floor against your bare skin. He opens his pants, pushes your legs apart, and begins fucking you right there in the cell. 

Ah, you really did miss him! You missed the way he shoves all the way in with each thrust, the way he turns you into a toy for his satisfaction. 

Rosi shifts positions so that he’s sitting beside your head, his fully erect cock still waiting for your attention. You turn your head to the side and take him back into your mouth, messily smearing around saliva and precum. Rosi’s hand lovingly strokes your hair while Doffy’s fingers play with your clit piercing. It feels so incredibly good to be stuffed full by their enormous cocks, your legs are trembling already. 

You pull away from Rosi once more, looking at each of the brothers in turn. Then you smile sweetly at them and say, “I love you!”

They both stare at you for a moment, then glance at each other. 

Rosi’s voice is soft when he asks, “Which one of us do you love?”

You giggle at that. “Both of you!” Then you wrap your lips around Rosi’s shaft again. 

Doffy laughs loudly, and you can see that his red eyes have taken on a hazy look. The drug is hitting him now. He gives your clit ring a small tug, making you whimper around Rosi’s cock. “You belong to us,” he says in that deep voice of his, fucking you even harder now. “I’ll never let you go!”

In your drug induced euphoria, his words sound like a twisted love confession. The sheer joy of hearing it makes you climax, your body convulsing with pleasure, your pussy clenching Doffy while your throat constricts around Rosi. 

They both watch you come undone, and moments later, they both cum as well, filling your waiting holes. 

*****

A month later, you’re sitting on the couch in Doffy’s office, Rosi beside you. Doffy is yelling at a slave who misplaced some paperwork. He suddenly reaches out and grabs the woman’s neck, prompting you to stand up. 

“Doffy,” you say, drawing his attention, “you promised.”

He sighs and releases the woman, who drops to the floor, gasping and sputtering. He looks down at her and says, “Get out of my sight.”

She scurries out of the room, then Doffy walks over and closes the door behind her. He promised you he’d stop killing slaves, and so far he’s kept that promise. You hope someday you can convince him to free them, but for now… baby steps. 

He returns to the couch and sits down, then takes hold of your wrist and pulls you onto the couch beside him, right between the two brothers. 

“If you were any other human, I’d kill you in the most gruesome way possible for undermining me in front of a slave,” he says, his hand slowly pulling up the lacy ruffled layers of your dress. 

Rosi scoots closer, his own hand pulling your right knee away from your left. “Like I’d let you do that,” he says to his brother. 

Doffy laughs, his hand slipping into the front of your panties. “She gets turned on when I say things like that. She’s already wet.”

“Really?” Rosi asks, his hand joining Doffy’s. Two sets of fingers are between your thighs, one of them opening your folds while the other begins stroking your clit around the ring. You don’t know whose fingers are doing what, but you moan as you lean back against the couch. 

“So, who’s room are staying in tonight?” Rosi asks you, a warm smile on his face. 

Doffy scoffs. “Of course she’s staying in mine. You’re welcome to watch from the chair, Rosi. Or you can just listen to her screams from your room.”

Rosi frowns. “I think she prefers my room. She loves taking control, riding me until she cums as many times as she likes.”

Two fingers lightly pinch your overly sensitive clit while another pulls at the ring. You shudder as you look from one brother to the other. Do you choose Rosi’s gentle lovemaking that makes you feel worshipped and adored? Or Doffy’s rough and harsh fucking that leaves you unable to walk the next day? 

“Can’t I have both?” you ask in your sweetest voice. 

They look at each other, then both grin. Doffy uses his free hand to turn your face toward him. He kisses you deeply before saying, “Such a greedy little human, wanting two Celestial Dragons all to herself!”

Rosi kisses you next, his lips warm and soft on yours. “We can share you again tonight, since you asked so nicely.”

And so your life as the toy of two monstrous brothers continues. You lost your freedom the day they bought you at the auction, but you’re not too upset about that anymore. After all, you have two new toys of your own. 

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[cybermindz]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ contains. nsfw, explicit : fem! reader, size difference, big beefy man mmmngh (⸝⸝⸝╸﹏╺⸝⸝⸝)♡, oral (m! receiving), gagging, praise, throat bulge, throat fùcking. wc : 400+

thinking about big beefy boyfriend sukuna, shiu, or toji who straddles your neck while you’re laying down on your back.

his chiseled body hunched over your small head as he shallowly thrusts his hard, throbbing cock into your mouth—thunder thighs on either side of your ears. one of his veiny hands on the crown of your head to hold you in place whilst the other grips the pillow into a tight fist you’re rested on to refrain his desires from plowing into the wet tight cavern.

the muscles on his stomach flexes every so often before your eyes—it’s all you can perceive in this obstructing position every time you bob your jaw to take him fully, forehead brushing against his abdomen. he’s all but hissing and grunting when you gag around him. and as soon as his flushed tip gets the pleasure of hitting the back of your throat he’s pushing deeper and deeper until your neck is bulging and you’re tapping at his calves weakly. his restraint of being gentle flying out the window. obscene wet sounds of him fucking your throat, sputtering and whining coming from your full mouth are the only noises filling the room soon after. it’s messy, it’s nasty, but you both can’t seem to care. the outline of his thick length continuously disappearing and appearing at the front of your neck as he ruts himself again and again, heavy balls slapping against your chin.

‘plap!’ after ‘plap!’ after ‘plap!’

“thaaaat’s it, good girl- taking me so fuckin’ deep.” he’d make sure to praise you in his low gruff voice to ease you from the struggle, you’re writhing underneath him—crying, unable to breathe. but you can’t deny the way his voice and behavior makes flashes of white hot pleasure shoot straight to your aching core.

then sitting back on his haunches in gratification to give you some breathing room, his weight going onto your shoulders as he reaches behind him to cup your pussy in his palm—leaking from the rough treatment all the while you continue to chase his length with your plump lips, head tipping forward. not even caring for the sore or rawness of your throat, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth, eyes glazed over with need—eager to please him. utterly cock-drunk. and he can’t help but feel a sense of pride swelling in his chest whilst you work him over until he cums, stifling a deep growl as he peers down at you from up top with a cheshire-like grin, his sweet little slut.

© 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐙 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works.

[222col]

YOU'RE SO 2000 AND LATE...

☆⋆｡°‧★ 222col artrick BOT! dump ♬⋆.˚

now playing... 2000 && late ♬.ᐟ

notes .ᐟ throwin' it back to 06/07 for a fun drop of artrick au's. enjoyyyy loveys <3

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( promiscuous — nelly furtado )

☆ all art cares about is weed, and patrick. he couldn't give a fuck about girls, especially ones that wanna see him more than once. until of course, miss popular comes along to buy some pot. now he's desperate to scream to the world he's the one tasting your lips, one problem— you won't let him.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( dance, dance — fall out boy )

☆ patrick's ready to put his plan into action, begging to let his band perform at the homecoming dance where he confesses— every single song is about you. that didn't seem to go down too well with your preppy jock boyfriend though, too bad patrick's too busy kissing you in front of him to give a shit.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( smile — lily allen )

☆ the stereotypical male manipulator, the smiths in his earphones, playing up the crocodile tears when he's called on his bullshit. but when art takes it too far and sleeps with the girl next door, he's willing to try anything to get you back.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( starz in their eyes — just jack )

☆ finally graduated high school, patrick can focus on his music career. the band have their very first show, everything he ever could have dreamed of. except you're not in the crowd, and it's breaking his heart that you missed his first show.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( sos — rihanna )

☆ art is the most popular boy on campus, the star athlete, the it boy. but he's harbouring a secret, a side of him that no one knows about him. an evil, deranged obsession. that obsession just so happens to be you. after months of stalking you, he's ready to see the fear in your eyes when you find out.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( the sweet escape — gwen stefani )

☆ no one saw it coming when the school's loser got a girlfriend. had his head stuck in video games since he got his first console. that didn't change when you agreed to be his girlfriend, but it was the reason he was losing you. patrick's willing to look past the cheating, just as long as you don't leave him.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( girlfriend — avril lavigne )

☆ art's a straight a student, computer nerd. he loves his quiet life with his equally nerdy girlfriend, always staying out of drama. until you come and flip his world upside down. seeing you sat on his bed while he tutors you is enough to make him question if he wants a new girlfriend.

ART AND PATRICK

⋆˚꩜｡ ( heads will roll — yeah yeah yeahs )

☆ friday night is scream night. the boys watch horrors every night, but scream they rewatch every single friday. not this time, it's new years— they're going to their first party, both dressed as ghostface, and oh, who's that hot girl dressed as casey becker in the back yard?

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( stronger — kanye west )

☆ art's absolutely oblivious. too busy spending all his time at the skatepark, editing his skating videos, tryna go pro. has no fuckin' idea the girl he's always hanging out with has a thing for him. you're running out of patience.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( oops! i did it again — britney spears )

☆ patrick's too high half the time to realise he's never actually asked you out. in his mind, he's been flirting up a storm. to him, you knew all about the feelings he felt towards you. in reality, patrick's just always stoned and hasn't realised.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( i bet you look good on the dancefloor — arctic monkeys )

☆ art's grown used to the attention, having a groupie hanging off his arm every night. swears its his favourite part of being in a band. he's watching the crowd, choosing his prey— when he sees you, the one girl in the crowd who's not singing his lyrics back to him.

ART AND PATRICK

⋆˚꩜｡ ( shut up and drive — rihanna )

☆ both boys had been racing since they first stole patrick's dads car, they'd become the best at their age. driving in underground races, earning more money than they knew what to do with. they always swore they'd never race each other, until your phone number was on the line.

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[lazyjellyfish300]

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I'm just gonna say it. Shiu doesn't have the biggest cock. But fuck, does he know how to use it.

I'm talking about how he knows all the right ways to roll and churn his hips underneath you, picks the perfect rhythm and hits all those angles and all those tender sweet spots inside you that make your brain go fuzzy. He gives you the kind of thrusts that make you feel like he's reaching into your soul and binding you in a spell-like trance. The kind that have you thinking that you should stop taking your birth control and let him make you a mommy right then and there because it's that mind numbing. The kind that cause flashbacks whenever you're in the middle of doing something completely unrelated before you're practically aching for him again and he'll just have to let you cockwarm him while he finishes his work until he can fuck you again properly.

Like for fuck sakes, you're supposed to be the one riding him, but the way he moves and speaks underneath you would quickly have you relinquishing control. Every time you climb on top, breathy sigh when he bottoms out inside you in one silky motion (it always amazes you both how little preparation you always need for him, since Shiu's been getting you warmed up alllll night with his hands all over you and muttering the filthiest things in your ear at the party you just got home from).

And when you start slowly moving your hips with him snug inside you, somehow he buries himself to deeper depths than you imagined, a puff of cigarette smoke sweetly fanning your back and the lowest chuckle he makes as he sets his cigarette down on the ashtray next to the bed, slowly drawing his hips out and timing your movements so he meets every single one with a deep, languid thrust of his own that has you unable to do anything but whine and moan his name. And he does it all completely transfixed and mesmerized by your gorgeous ass, gripping, bruising, and smacking the soft fat,

"Tell me it's mine, huh angel? This pussy's all mine. Mmffffuck yeah, baby. That's right, fuck, I know that's right. All fuckin' mine..."

[osleeplessflowero]

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Content Warning: Almost Drowning

You hear the light thumps of your footsteps as you make your way across the docks, sitting right on the edge and greeting the sea. Taking a breath, you memorize the ocean air. How it smells, how it feels on your body.. A pleasant feeling, for sure.

The stars shine brightly in the sky, twinkling over you as you stare into the sea water and smile down at yourself. Turning your head back, you glance at the hotel you'd recently checked into, relieved they allow their guests to swim late at night. It's such a perfect time to..right under the stars, stretching across the open sky, and reflecting onto the water below, which has a sort of glow to it.

Sliding off the suit cover you'd been wearing, you lean back a bit to make sure nobody else is coming outside, before jumping down into the cool water and putting on a mask. You shiver at the feeling before slowly adapting to it, shaking your head once you rise and breathing in before swimming further out without a care in the world. You lie on your back, staring up at the moon as you float..before closing your eyes and sinking into the depths. You open them again and swim without a clear goal in mind, coming up for air when you feel you've gone too far and need to breathe.

You collect shells along the way, small enough to fit in a small bag on your side. These'll be lovely for starting a collection! You smile, swimming back up once you need to breathe again, before going a bit deeper. A few different kinds of fish swim by you, staring in curiosity before turning their direction to other things. A part of you wonders what it would be like, to be a fish. Living in the sea all day long, swimming around.. not having to worry about anything other than..well, survival.

Being caught up in your own thoughts, you don't seem to notice a bright greenish light that's become rather fixated on you..a spotlight from the depths. Waiting for you to go deeper..to travel too far..

You gingerly pick up shells you find, waving to some fish and even flipping over a turtle that had fallen over. Such a curious soul.. perhaps too much so. You go up for air once more, before swimming down again, going even deeper. Finding yourself beginning to reach darker territory, you debate swimming back up..everyone knows darker waters are very bad places to go to.

The light comes into your view..you flinch at the sudden appearance of it, narrowing your eyes to try and see what it is. Reaching your hand towards it, it flinches itself and swims away. You start to call out to it, but remember you're literally underwater, and decide against it. Not a good idea to swim after strange lights anyway..you begin swimming back up.

As you kick your legs back and forth in your attempt to reach the surface, you find yourself getting stuck on a group of coral. Panicking, you reach down to try and free yourself, pulling as hard as you can before bringing your hands up to your neck. If you stay down here for much longer, you'll drown!

Nobody knows you're out here, nobody will find you, nobody will know you've died, you'll be quite literally SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES-

You struggle. A light is cast onto you again that you don't notice in your panic. A massive form swims over to you, practically surrounding you due to its huge size. You turn your head as you struggle to hold your breath, coming face to face with the creature.

A black skeleton faces you, an inky like substance on his face that makes it seem to melt. His body glows, if you weren't struggling you could count the several tentacles below his torso that are currently keeping him afloat and moving around. They each glow and illuminate you as he leers over you.

You move one of your arms to point down where you're stuck, his..eyelight? Following. He seems to come to an understanding when he moves down to assist without a word. You do your best to help, but eventually lose your control and open your mouth, only to inhale water and fall unconscious. The skele..octopus? Pulls you free, looking up at you with curiosity in his eye before taking your form in his arms and swimming up to the surface, moving quickly towards the beach somewhere he wouldn't be seen.

A few minutes pass before you cough up water, spitting it out onto the sand he'd laid you on and staring at said sand in disbelief. You..thought you'd died. You'd fully seen it coming, so how are you?..You lean up, pushing any hair you may have away from your face, spotting the figure leaning onto the sand while still half submerged, resting his face between his skeletal hands. He simply watches you with a bored expression until he realizes you're awake, eyelight widening when he freezes.

You..he saved you. Your life was just saved by a skeleton octopus. ..Not every day something like that happens.

You scoot a little closer, he scoots a little back, until he realizes you have no harmful intent. As he leans forwards again, you smile a bit.

"Thank you." You say, he tilts his head in reply. Maybe there's a language barrier here?.. What languages to mer speak? Surely there's some way to communicate. You try signing, and he perks up.

"So, you know how to sign? That'll work."

He holds up his hands.

'Almost died'.

You sign.

'But didn't. Thanks to you.'

He simply nods, looking over you with curiosity. You find yourself staring, before apologizing and looking away. He puts his hand over yours, so you quickly look back at him.

'Okay.' Is he saying it's okay to stare? Oh. Well, that's not as awkward.

You take in the sight of the monster, the lights along his tentacles making him glow under the moonlight. His eye moves over you as you observe the various scratch marks and dents in his bones, likely from battle, as well as the several tentacles attached. The ink-like substance over his eye has you curious, so you hesitantly hold out your hand to touch him. He seems to understand what you're trying to do, leaning his head forward a bit.

You gently press your hand against his cheek, cringing a second at the goopy sensation before..being pretty okay with it. It's kinda like slime..but a slime that you'd be chill with touching. He leans into your hand, which makes you pause. You assume he must be pretty touch starved..

He moves his other hand, reaching up to touch the side of your face, curious to feel you. You decide to let him. It's the least you could do for his gesture.

He gingerly moves his hand against your cheek, being careful not to scratch it with his sharp nails, likely used for hunting prey. He's cold, which makes you shiver. You hear a chuckle come out of him when you make a sound, turning to look at him. ..He..has a really nice smile..

You turn back to the hotel, gently moving your hand away from his face. He puts his hand around your wrist almost immediately, pulling you slightly towards him with a frown.

'Gotta go. Late.' You sign, once he releases your hand.

'Don't.'

'I'll come back. Promise.'

He looks at you sternly. 'Promised.'

You nod in understanding, rising and taking one last second to look at him..before turning to head back to the hotel. You lost your mask in the water..you'll just go get another one.

His eyelight never leaves you until you're out of sight, and he descends back into the sea begrudgingly. He can already hear his brother's ridiculous lecturing on how he was gone for too long..

Oh well. He's going to do it again tomorrow anyway.

[stunie]

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[cowabongo]

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Hello! You can call me Mango! ^^

I'm an adult

I am interested in things like The Realm, Third Life Series, MCD, Empires s1, so I'm likely to post/reblog stuff like that.

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ contains. nsfw, explicit : fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), praise ♡, light smacking, pússydrunk! sugu ♡, manhandling (?), usage of petnames (baby, pretty, sweet girl), wc : 800+

suguru’s eyes are intense and he damn well knows it too. acutely aware of how they affect you, especially when he’s busying himself in between your legs much like now, lapping at your soaked cunt. his violet irises ogling, studying each face twisting reaction he can pull from you, how you can't help but shy away, unable to watch as he’s working you over to reach that sweet obliterating bliss.

he uses it to his advantage every time when your head lolls back against the plush pillow — quick to have one heavy hand on your inner thigh to keep you from shutting your legs while another snakes up your body — muscled arm long enough to tug on your nape, causing you to prop up on your elbows with your head ducked down to focus on him again.

suguru’s cat-like gaze is downright feral, his eyes unflinching and unrelenting — never leaving your face. it’s vicious, so zealous and sharp that a shiver runs up your spine and he’s just smugly drinking up every drop of everything you’re displaying. devouring you completely, almost like a predator taking in his prey. to his displeasure, you instantly shut your own eyes tightly with a sense of embarrassment from the angle. the way his tongue was making your puffy pussy glisten so lewdly makes your whole body tingle with an unbearable heat.

“nuh-uh open your eyes, pretty baby,” he murmurs in that deep, honeyed voice against your clit, making you shudder as a white flash of euphoria shoots through your core from the vibrations. your cheeks are flushed — reluctant yet so completely entranced. “watch me, wanna see you looking at me.”

“suguuuu,” you shook your head desperately in his grasp with a pitiful whine. his eyes narrowed into slits at your defiant action, his grip on the back of your neck tightens just a little. it's a subtle warning, but there nonetheless — not afraid to exert his power or authority on you.

“eyes on me sweet girl,” he momentarily latches his mouth off of you to repeat himself, face now close to yours you can feel his breath fanning on your cheeks. his tone is gentle but still firm, leaving no room for argument. “don't make me ask you again, you know better. don't be silly.”

he can see how overwhelmed you’re feeling, the bashfulness radiating off of you but he's desperate for the sweet sight of you, needing to witness how far he’s managed to make you a pleasured-drunk mess. the only time he wants to see you look away is when your eyes are rolling back as you cum for him. he’ll be damned if he won't be able to take in every single little expression on your sweet face, see every bit of emotion cross through you.

as soon as you flutter your eyes back open, suguru immediately locks onto them with that same fierce, fixed stare. "theeeerre you go, good girl." the praise leaves his lips in a deep rumble, almost sounding like a purr. another low guttural “very good,” reverberates deep within suguru’s chest before he’s delving in again, your thighs trembling in response.

his ministrations would go right back to being feverish, his tongue working you thoroughly, and his fingers on the back of your nape slowly loosens into a more gentle hold, the feeling completely opposite to the way he was consuming you. to the point of it almost feeling out of place, but it works in calming you down.

he’s got you completely hostage, you’re mesmerized by it all as he continues to keep you enthralled in this intimate moment. and just to tease you, he changes the pace into a more sensual one. his mouth slowly moving at an almost torturously agonizing tempo, wanting to keep you in this overwhelming state of helpless bliss.

suguru feels like there’s sparks going off in his brain, his body feeling like it's buzzing from how good it feels. the taste of you, the array of cute sounds and expressions you're making feeds into his already insatiable hunger — wanting more and more of you. he's in absolute heaven almost drunk on having you in such a state and he can tell just how lost you are in the moment too, eyes practically glazed over and powerless — unable to formulate a single thought or look away with both his clutch and heated gawking.

practically focused on you like a laser, watching you so closely. almost waiting for the moment your eyes would close — taking in every little detail, every little movement you make. and if your eyes go half-lidded just even slightly, he always makes sure to give you a little reprimand, the sensation never failing to shock you out of your almost trancelike state — with either a well placed nip on your sensitive clit, or a sharp smack on your inner thigh.

“you get distracted so easily,” he’d say in a mocking tone, thumb softly caressing the side of your neck. “can’t focus for me huh? can’t even stay awake…you’re just so damn sensitive, baby.”

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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ˖⚘ ༘ ✿｡𖥧

⚘ nanami kento x fem pregnant!reader

⚘ synopsis: on a sunny easter afternoon unlike any other in your home in the countryside, you steal a moment between you and your husband to tell him the unexpected news that your home will be growing by one more. 🌷words~ 4k

⚘ cw: x fem!reader, x scarred post shibuya Nanami, reader is pregnant, family planning, vasectomy mention, light angst, fluff, you have children together, smut(p in v, fingering, cum eating, breast play, creampie)

The indent of your pillow against your cheek felt even fluffier than usual, tempting you with the irresistible invitation to ignore both your circadian and the external alarms from your phone that went off in succession, before your loving husband eventually shut them off for you.

Elusive sunlight poked through the lacey curtains of the farmhouse in sporadic spurts, rainy dew beginning to recede on the windows from the evening showers that ushered in this lovely Easter morning, the faint smell of brewing coffee, baking quiche, and the simmering roast you had marinating in spices overnight wafted from downstairs.

A rattling at your bedroom door almost shakes it off its hinges before it creaks open, the piggytails of your 18 month old skim over the top of the blankets like a shark fin, waddling until she's face to face with her mommy.

"Hey, noodle..." You whisper, trying to ignore the sting on your cheeks as her chubby hands grab at your face, nails like razor blades as she paws at you to get up.

The exhaustion is stronger than usual, but you relent and you pull her into bed with you, and it's not long before she's using you like a personal jungle gym and lobbing herself dangerously close to the edge.

Familiar footfalls pad down the hallway, along with some absurd giggles and squeals mixed in with the stern tone you recognize of your lover.

Kento kicks open the door lightly, followed by his chaotic entourage of your oldest daughter strapped to his right knee, and your middle daughter hanging on for dear life off his shoulder.

"There you are." He grins as he finds the third imposter eluding him under your arm.

You give him a smile stained with relief and grateful exhaustion and he gives you an apologetic look, knowing it's going to be hard to coax her downstairs now that she's found you. He promised you some time this morning to relax to take a load off your plate, knowing you always tend to bite off more than you can chew when it comes to holiday celebrations.

"Come on, now." Kento gently pulls at your daughter stuck on you like a koala made out of velcro, prying her loose, cooing softly as she begins to cry.

"Hmm, I don't think so, darling." He gently chastises as her chubby hands try to grab the hot mug of coffee he left for you on the nightstand. "We have drinks downstairs that are more suitable for you."

Your older two daughters were utterly obsessed with their daddy, but your youngest had been much clingier to you as of late.

"Momma's resting. Let's give her some space to relax, shall we?"

You look on a bit regretfully as Kento lumbers out of the room with his arms full, but sigh as you settle back under your fortress of quilts knowing that at least the next hour or so belongs to you with no interruption, smiling when you hear the disappointed cries of your babies turn into cheers of joy when Kento mutters something about the Easter Bunny.

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You eventually make your grand entrance a while later, eyes going wide when you see Kento's mother already seated at the table, impossibly overdressed and regal, bouncing your baby with syrupy cheeks and a fistful of bacon on her knee.

"Oh! Morning, Mama."

"Good morning, dear. Happy Easter." She turns her head as you bump cheeks and leave a kiss in pleasant greeting.

"Happy Easter! I didn't realize you were coming so early! God, I'm so sorry about all this..." You mutter in embarrassment, crossing rapidly to the kitchen where you knew the dishes were overflowing the night before, voice tapering off as it was miraculously empty. You pace quickly to the living room where you remembered the girls' metropolis of Littlest Pet Shops were set up yesterday, astonished to discover it had been tidied up with all toys neatly stacked away.

Of course. You realize, shaking your head as the puzzle pieces assembled and you turned your head towards the windows where you saw Kento tending to the animals in the stables. Always one step ahead of you, reading your mind and making your life easier before your feet could even hit the floor in the mornings, unable to help the surge of desire that trickles afterwards as he turns and smiles humbly in your direction, sending him a smoldering look through the glass that says you have every intention of thanking him properly as soon as the entire house goes to bed.

Your mother-in-law just smiles as she watches her littlest grandbaby stuff herself with one more handful of bacon before she's had enough and turns to her with proud chipmunk cheeks. Momma Nanami already knew that Kento would have the place handled, she raised him to do so after all, though she wouldn't have given it a single second thought if he hadn't and the house was still in disarray when she arrived.

"I've got her." She tells you warmly as you approach to take your daughter back. You smile before you round the corner to go back upstairs, grateful knowing that deep down she would've begged you to let her take her grandbaby back with her to Tokyo for the rest of the month.

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The farmhouse blossoms to life on a few occasions during the calendar year, Easter being one of them.

The solitude of the rainy pocket you lived in transforms into a bustling hub where familiar, beloved faces cross the threshold of the propped open front door to hallways of raucous laughter, shared memories in the heart of new ones being created with comforting smells of home-cooked food with love layered in every bite.

You watch from the porch as your girls dart all over the yard and garden, nodding and clapping every time they add another colorful egg to their overflowing baskets. You try to ignore the bittersweet tightening of knots in your chest. It felt like you were being gifted back moments of your babies from the thief of time while it simultaneously rolled them out of the door every time you noticed your youngest became more sure on her feet as she chased her older sisters, reminding you that these tender years were just as fleeting as they were precious.

Indoors, the battle on the Super Nintendo is well underway with Kento about to win 3 for 3 against Yuji and Megumi, while Gojo supervises as the unofficial referee.

"Think fast." Kento relinquishes his remote to Satoru who scoots to the edge of his seat, letting out a yell of victory to the groans of utter disappointment from his opponents as he manages to finish them off at the last second.

"Hey, you." You greet him as Kento's hand snakes around the curve of the familiar residence of your hip to pull you close against him.

"Apologies." He mutters in a volume only the two of you can hear in your little separate bubble on the back porch as you watch your daughters run all over the yard. "I hope I didn't miss much."

"No, right on time. They just started." You hum as your thumb traces idley over a small ridge of the scarring on his left hand that rests on your stomach, polished white gold haphazardly glinting in the light that manages to seep through the shadows from the shade of your peach trees. "They're moving quickly, though. I wonder if I should've gotten more while I was in town yesterday."

"Absolutely not." Kento snorts out a little breath from his nostrils as he remembers the outrageous number of goodies his mother showed him in her suitcase shortly after she arrived that morning. "They have more than plenty of treats and gifts to go around this year. Trust me, darling."

"I trust you." You hum, turning so your face is buried in his chest, grounding yourself in the steady cadence of his heartbeat for just a moment in between the chaos.

"Are you alright?" He asks, unable to keep his heart from melting every time you sought out his affection, how the level of tenderness in your request for closeness to him never wavered from the dawn of your relationship that blossomed and sprouted on this very same porch.

The truth was, there was something you were harboring underneath the surface from yesterday(truly, a record of a miracle considering this is the longest it could ever stay that way).

Two faded pink lines you buried at the bottom of the trash can that had shown up despite all odds stacked against them with Kento's vasectomy and the mutual agreement you came to months earlier that your little family was complete.

But of course, fate, that pesky force it was, both responsible for the miracle of your love falling into place, and now baby number four, had other plans. Only now, you worried that the unplanned element of it all would put a slight damper on the news.

"Mhmm, just tired." You mutter as you go a little limp in his embrace while he's unable to help the inadvertent curve of his smile. As he strokes your hair, he can't help but take note that this bout of exhaustion that's been seizing you as of late has been sticking around for a bit longer than usual.

But for now, he holds you close to his heart, swaying you to invisible melody with the pattern of the subtle afternoon breeze as he watches his trio of treasures sprint with carefree glee around your farmland property, not allowing his worry to steal his focus from the priceless memory of another Easter egg hunt unfolding right in front of him.

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The girls wander back to the porch with their baskets of loot, out of breath.

"Nice job, little ladies." Yaga gives them high fives as they scurry into the living room, eager to crack open their goodies. Your baby, however, is still a little too shy for a high five, tugging at your dress before you finally scoop her up.

"Um, actually, I think there is one more." You direct your statement mostly to your husband, who turns to you, curiosity piqued, however Mama Nanami catches the ending.

She doesn't know, but she understands the look you give her son. It's one she used to give his father, a knowing that comes from loving the same person over many years, a look that begs for just a little reprieve from the endearing bustle of family life where you two could just exist for a moment as husband and wife.

As if on cue, she moves to take your little one out of your arms after a little coaxing,

"Let's go inside and show Nana what you've found."

"Thank you..." You nod appreciatively as Kento's fingers fill the spaces between yours.

"We won't be long." He reassures them as you both step away.

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You linger for a moment next to your favorite tree on the property you love to take afternoon naps under, hand in hand, except for the moments when your grip loosens slightly so he can allow his thumb to smooth over the heart of your palm to let you know he's still following close behind, not minding the moisture from the yellow blades of grass that brushed both your ankles.

Kento smiles as you tug him into the barn, a ritual you've partaken in many times, though the last time you did was far longer ago than he would have liked.

"Up here." You chuckle as you begin to climb the ladder after witnessing the confusion plastered on his face.

"You're impossible." But his statement carries all of the affection he can muster and bury underneath the mild inconvenience of the moment, even so as all the love he has for you is completely unrestrained by his limited gaze in the eyepatch on the left side of his face when your back is turned to him.

Once you're both seated in the privacy of the loft, you reveal the reason you had stolen his presence, a small blue egg in the palm of your hand.

He takes it from you as you sit cross legged from each other, shaking it next to his ear with an unserious wiggle of his brow. "Well, it's definitely not cash."

"Oh my God, just open it, silly!"

"I'll take as long as I well please, darling. Since I have been nothing but patient with all this suspense you've built up, you lovable tease."He holds the egg in his fingertips, turning it over for one moment longer before he cracks it open without another thought.

He freezes as a small pacifier tumbles out. His mind only takes a moment to compute the symbolic message behind the small object, a million questions fanning across his mind that get simultaneously answered all at once as his thoughts catch up to him.

"Happy Easter." You say quietly, breath still unreleased from your lungs as you can't exactly discern the stream of thoughts you know are racing inside him at this very moment.

"Really?" He asks, his gaze searching and latching onto the slightly fearful confirmation in your eyes as soon as you nod your head.

"Yes... I've known since yesterday."

"Come here." He folds the pacifier in between both your hands and he uses it to slowly pull you into his lap, legs straddling either side of him, hand at the back of your neck to hold you even closer against him as though the current press of your bodies together simply wasn't enough to quell his unrelenting ache.

"You're not upset?"

"No, I'm not upset." He answers softly.

"I feel bad though, Ken. The surgery...we thought we were done..."

"I knew there was still a small risk, even with the surgery." His hand halts in its reassuring path down your waist as he pulls back for a moment to look into your eyes.

"What would you like to do, sweetheart?"

"I...can't bring myself to consider any alternatives." You murmur, shaking your head as he studies you patiently with that iris of caramel centering you in the present of his love that never demanded and only flowed without apology, like the river that flooded and stranded him with you in the first place.

"Then, we're parents-to-be with a fourth. It's as simple as that."

"But-"

"No buts, darling." The tip of his nose affectionately smooshes against yours. "The choice is yours, and yours alone. I just want to support you and the babies in any way I can."

His thumbs trace over the backs of your hands in indiscriminate shapes that all speak the same language of adoration. "I love every child the moment you tell me about them. So even though this news is unexpected, it's never unwelcomed. As long as you're safe, and happy, that's all I could ask for."

You know he's not lying, either as you reflect on every single one of your pregnancies. The aches, pains, and woes somehow became blurred as an afterthought when you recalled each one. It might have been the very definition of insanity.

But love, particularly the unbelievable way you and Kento came to meet, rarely ever made sense. And the way he revered you, loved you, never made you hold anything he thought you weren't supposed to carry, and cleansed your world of unnecessary stresses through the season of bearing each of his babies made it so easy to say yes to just one more.

He kisses you and the emotions of the moment born out of this life-changing revelation hangs in in the air when your lips briefly let go with reluctance, a quiet ember begging to be something just a little bit more, bargaining back a little more time from its endless game of cat and mouse that loved to elude you, shamelessly indulgent despite knowing you'd have more of it tonight when the world went to sleep. Your foreheads press together, and it's simply you and him breathing together in this pocket of time where you can just be as a couple.

He takes your chin in his fingers, kissing you again, slowly with intention, warm tongue skimming along your bottom lip until you inevitably oblige and let him in, a shivery groan escaping that shoots straight through him and cracks his restraint that all but turned to glass every time he was alone with you, despite the countless times he's heard it.

He knows it, when your sounds begin to leave you in a broken pattern that thrum against his lips pressed to your throat like a prayer, a plea. His hands depart from cradling your face to rub your breasts slowly through your dress he'd been yearning to feel you under ever since he saw you in it through windows in the bright light of your kitchen.

"Fuck, Ken..."

Your voice makes him eager to scratch that itch, suckling your left breast into his mouth without wasting another moment while he rolls your clothed clit softly on the meat of his thigh.

"They're waiting for us." You purr feebly with your head thrown back, knowing you have no intention of withstanding the urge to let him fuck you in the mellow quiet of this barn, looking down occasionally to take in the way he hollows his cheeks as he sucks on your tits with a fervor you know will translate into little lovemarks that only you and him will be able to see that will hopefully last for weeks, supple flickers of his smooth tongue strategically lapping at the already hardened nipples until you feel like a dam about to burst as the slick begins to drip more steadily between your thighs.

"They can wait five more..." He murmurs as he finishes paying attention to the right before he lays you on your back on the bed of straw, breath shuddering as the thin cotton of your dress does little to shroud the budding bumps along the raised nipples of your tender breasts so enticingly, by far his favorite constellation with the North Star of the two layered diamonds of your necklace as the centerpiece, swaying in synchronized rhythm as your body inadvertently thrusts against his hardening cock behind his trousers.

"We don't need long."

Your thigh curls along the slope of his back like the vines that decorate the cobblestones of the exterior of your home, as his left palm moves inside your panties, a bit of a habit he picked up on purpose just to indulge that possessive need of his to see and feel you cum and clench around his wedding ring. He groans as he takes his time to coax and explore, warm honey flowing freely as he dips between your folds to stretch you around his long fingers.

"God, so tight..." He can't resist unbuttoning his pants to stroke his heavy cock at the same time, right as his middle and index finger find and press, wetly squelching against the silky spot inside your sweet pussy that he had scored to memory long ago like a scripture.

"Ohhh, Kento..."

You pulse maddeningly around his fingers and he pumps himself even faster, precum slowly dribbling down his fingers as he recollects how you do the same thing on his cock when he's deep inside you.

"They'll hear us if you keep moaning like that..." He wantonly utters with the last semblance of self-restraint he can muster as his face falls into the sanctuary of your neck as he can't delay his own climax much longer. "If Shoko goes outside to smoke-"

"Just fuck me, Kento..."

He groans as he sits up on his forearm, his thumb over your pulse as he draws his hips back, leaning in, ghosting over your mouth with the shadow of a kiss as he softly pants, before he seals his lips over yours. He guides the scarred, bulging tip inside you, receding his hips backwards in a slow draw without leaving you entirely, before giving one long, steady push until he's fully inside.

He moans audibly in unison alongside you as the stretch dissolves like pleasure on a cloud, carrying you away as the rhythmic waves of aftershocks dance up your spine in blind succession with every deep thrust. You're not spared from feeling every single inch, every subtle curve of him that fit into you like no other as if by design that was divine in nature.

"So damn warm, so beautiful like this..." He sighs as he rolls his hips in just the way he loves, tips of his knuckles blossoming into white as he grips the meat of your thighs like his center of gravity to pull him in with more passion, more depth to precision in the soft, warm tides of that velvety oasis, over and over again.

"Cum with me..." You murmur and you feel the full consequence your words have on him when his thrusts abruptly get even harder in response.

"Kiss me if it's too much..." He whispers, although as more of a command as he yanks you against his lips regardless. He fucks you roughly, throughly with a passion that travels from his kiss all the way down to where you connect and undulate together as one.

It rivals the thunder in the pewter clouds that plague the skies above your farmhouse. It's lovemaking with an intensity that conveyed all the frustration he felt at the time that dragged much longer than he wanted it to between the last time he could enjoy you like this, coupled with the wildfire of elation and desire he felt setting the forest of his heart ablaze knowing you were going to bear another one of his children.

"I love you."

It comes crashing down with his climax that reduces his composure to shaky trembles like a battered leaf in the wind with his face in your neck, tranquilized by the scent of your hair splayed across his sweaty forehead, creamy cum milking out of his cock and soaking your spasming walls that pulse in balanced tempo around his length, the lingering remnant of his loving declaration hanging around you like a heavenly haze of smoke with the after effects of an aphrodisiac as fuel for your peak that was all but eminent.

His thumb continues circling around your clit, pumping into you a few more times with his cock before he slowly pulls out, dipping his head down with no hesitation to finish the job. Warm delicate tongue lapping at the mixture of your love that almost makes him harden all over again, smearing the sea of dribbling slick all over your clit before he gives you his fingers one more time to relieve that loss inside you were feeling.

Your cum soaks his wedding band as intended and you share a devilish smile as you watch him clean his fingers with his tongue.

"Open your mouth..." He leaves the elixir of both your essences on your tongue mingled in the steamy punctuation of an all-consuming kiss he never lets you go without.

"I love you more." You drunkenly murmur, intoxicated quite a ways up from the aftershocks of this session whose postlude tonight you were now awaiting with much more impatience.

And he feels precisely the same as you both clean up and he notices the tremor in your step that he was responsible for causing, a latent fire growing in his belly as he knows it's all but certain he'll be dripping out of you until the long anticipated moment behind your closed bedroom door when he finally has you all to himself.

"Not even close."

He tells you without speaking, rather in the squeeze of his hand and the glimmer in your eyes that only you two know the true meaning, as you saunter back to your home that awaited with even more love inside.

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*Notes - Reader Soultype: Bravery🧡 - Reader Gender: Ambiguous, They/Them pronouns by default - Horror goes by Sans - Context from the first two parts is needed for this one to make sense - Words: 3,906

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A while passed since your coffee meetup with Sans. You've been texting each other pretty much daily, discussing this and that and getting a good laugh out of each other from time to time. He's been really supportive of you since your emotions from your breakup had started hitting you like a truck, bringing your spirits back up when they started to spiral. You really appreciate him for that..

At the moment, you're currently sitting in your living room and replying to the last message your skeleton companion sent you. The two of you had been having a long conversation about something obscure he found, before the topic shifted to meeting his brother, like you'd asked about when you went to go get coffee. Upon being informed, Sans said he was delighted at the idea, and wanted to invite you over for dinner. You eagerly accepted, but not without saying you'd want to bring something over as well.. call it a gift exchange. Perhaps dessert would be best, since he's really looking forward to making dinner.

Thing is, you have no idea what this guy likes, so you don't know how well your decision making could be..

i mean i could just go to the store with you if you need help picking it aint like i have shit to do

You perk up at his reply, grinning. That's perfect! If anybody would know what he likes, it'd be him. And it's an excuse to hang out a little earlier than expected.

sounds awesome, where should we meet? i could just come pick you up tho idk if ur comfortable with me knowing where u live i mean its not like youd be coming over to kidnap me lmao i dont mind sent attachment sick ok i think i know where that is ill be there in a few alrrr i'll get ready then

You hop up from your seat on the couch, walking into your room and picking out some warm clothes so you're comfortable outside. The air has definitely gotten more and more chilly after Halloween, and you're not quite sure if you like that sensation or not.

Hopping a bit to pull on your shoes, you hear your doorbell ring and drop your leg to walk over and look through the peephole. Sure enough, you're met with the skeleton waiting with a bored expression before you open the door.

"Hey! Wow, I didn't think you'd get here so quick." You muse, earning a chuckle from the skeleton as you step aside to let him in out of the cold. Can skeletons feel temperatures? You assume not because of the lack of skin.

He puts his hands in his pockets as he enters, watching you close the door behind him. "i took a shortcut, didn't take long at all. nice place."

"Thanks, it's nothing big, but it's home. That's all that matters, right?" You smile, walking to your bathroom and heading inside to fix your hair how you like it (if you have any, that is.) You leave the door open, glancing over briefly when he stands in the doorway to speak with you.

"yeah, doesn't matter what size. home's a home, anyway." His eyelight drifts around as he inspects what he can see, learning a little bit more about you from observing some of your favorite things. You give him a smile before exiting the bathroom, walking over to the front door to hold it open for him. He follows you out silently, and the two of you begin your walk down the street.

"So..does he like any particular kinds of desserts? Cakes, cookies, brownies, etcetera.. throw me a bone here." You hold up your phone and open your notes app so you can get an idea of what to look for.

"well, anything made from the heart's gonna appeal to him right off the bat. but if you wanna go for something he'll really like.. he loves sugar cookies. like the kind with icing, he eats those up when i get 'em." He smiles, thinking back to a memory. You nod, saving "sugar cookies" to your phone. If you're gonna bake, then it's gotta be something he'd love! That's one way to win him over.

"Sugar cookies it is! Any specific kind of frosting flavor?"

There's a pause. You wait patiently, but when Sans' reply never comes, you look up at his face. His eyes have gone blank, almost like he'd shut down.

"Sans? Are you alright?"

"just..hang on, i..i know it's in there. i know i can remember that, i know i can." He speaks softly, and you frown, stopping in place and stopping him as well.

"Hey. Don't worry if you can't remember. I'll figure something out, don't strain yourself. It's okay, Sans." You reach your hands up, placing them on his shoulders with a reassuring smile. His eyelight slowly reforms in his eye, warbling a bit before returning to its usual large shape.

"..okay. thanks."

You nod, leading the big skeleton along until you finally reach your destination: the grocery store. A nostalgic song plays as you both hear the doors slide open, granting you both access. Thankfully not too many people are inside at the moment, which gives you more room to look and gives Sans a bit more peace.

Seeing as you probably won't need a bunch of ingredients, you settle for a basket and begin walking to look for the baking section. Sans simply walks right beside you, ignoring any stares from other people inside.

"Okay, sugar cookies..I need a box with a mix..I'm not getting the frozen ones, I just wanna make these myself. I could get some red icing maybe, like strawberry? Or cherry? Is there cherry icing? I'm sure there is." You mutter to yourself as you walk, unaware of Sans' fond smile as he watches you talk, making sure to pay attention in case you ask him something out of the blue.

"I could make cute little patterns on them- ooor I could just cover them..I dunno, we'll see how I feel when the baking starts." You smile, reaching your hand up to try and grab a box of the mix you need, but frown when you can't reach it. Gonna need a step stool..

Sans leans a little over you from behind, putting a hand on your shoulder and reaching up to grab the box for you. You smile up at him, thanking him promptly as he shrugs it off. You should ask him to shop with you more often, it'd definitely be easier than climbing the shelves. You used to do that when you were younger, and had gotten caught a few times..well, you won't get caught again!

You look through some different cookie cutters, debating cutting the cookies into shapes, and if so, what shapes in particular to use. Your peace is interrupted when you hear quiet whispering a good distance away, furrowing your brows when you overhear what some people are saying.

Sans tries to pretend not to notice, but you can tell it's really starting to bother him..

You hold out your arm. He looks at you with confusion, raising a browbone.

"Take my arm in yours." You whisper, earning even more confusion. "C'mon, just do it!"

He holds out his arm slightly, and you take that as a cue to wrap yours around it, walking with him down another aisle. When you walk beside the few whispering, you glare daggers at them before looking over some different cookie cutters that are much more to your liking, wondering why they hadn't put them where you were. Poor organization..

Sans keeps his skull turned away, a mix of a blue and red flush covering his cheekbones as he avoids looking at your face. You don't seem to notice, which he's admittedly a bit thankful for.

"Okay! I think that's all that I-"

You hear your name being called, stopping mid sentence. Your eyes quickly dart over to the source, spotting him..

Your Ex.

Your grip tightens on Sans' arm. He snaps back to reality, looking between you and them before realizing. You glare at him as he approaches.

"So. One day you just ditch me out of the blue and now you're hanging out with monster trash. Man, I didn't think you'd stoop that low."

"Shut up. Nobody cares what you have to say. You're the only one who's trash here. Just leave me alone, and get out of my life."

"Woah, easy." He holds up his hands in mock defense. "Got me shaking in my boots, babe! So scary.."

"Yeah, still scared after we spooked the shit out of you in the haunted house?" You tilt your head, a sly smile on your face. His face darkens, and his brows furrow.

"Whatever- Look, you-"

"I just want you to leave me alone. The only reason you finally want to spend time with me now is because I'm gone. You had your chance with me, and now I'm spending my time with way better people. We are through, we will always be through, so leave me be."

"You really think a monster is better than me? You're kidding yourself! Just.. look at him. He's probably an actual axe murdere-"

You move before you can think, punching him square in the nose and watching him stumble. It isn't until you see his blood on your hand and his widened eyes that you realize what you just did, quickly ushering Sans away and pulling him to the checkout section. You have what you need, time to get out of here.

It's quiet as you pay, before you both leave the store. Sans tugs a little on your hand, so you stop, facing him as you calm your breathing down.

"..you okay?" He sounds a little worried.

"Yeah. I'm..I'm alright, now. Are.. you okay?"

"you just punched a guy for me." He states, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Well, yeah. I hate him and he was being a jerk, of course I did. Nobody messes with the people I care about." You grab some napkins from the bag, wiping away your ex's blood as you both make your way across the street.

Sans bumps your hand with his, so you unclench your fingers, allowing him to hold it. ..He's..never done that before. That's new.

Heat rises to your face, and you pray to anyone above that it doesn't show. That's all you need right now.

You enter your home, turning on the lights. "Just go wherever, my house is your house and all that jazz. I'm gonna wear something for baking." You smile, walking to your room. He gives you a thumbs up before you go, sitting down on your couch and covering his face with his hands.

Stars, feelings are complicated. You just made his soul do a somersault twice in a row without even meaning to. It's not fair, why does he have to feel so- conflicted?! He moves his hands down, groaning before taking a deep breath as you walk back in.

"Okay. You wanna bake with me?" You smile innocently, completely unaware of the rollercoaster looping around in his skull. He nods, walking into the kitchen after you, simply watching as you grab an apron and set the oven up for baking.

Several seconds of ingredient hunting later, you set everything out on the counter and get to work. Crack the eggs, add some butter, throw in some oil.. mix. You move around like a robot, earning an amused chuckle from the skeleton as he sits on the same counter to watch you, sending some ingredients over when you need them using magic.

Once you have the cookie dough mixed up properly, you smack his hand away once with a spatula to make sure he doesn't try and snatch any up. Your focus then shifts to the icing, making a bit of a mess as you stir. A bit of it lands on your face that you don't seem to notice, but a certain someone with you does.

"hey, c'mere." He slides off the counter with ease, making you stop in your tracks. He holds his hand up to your cheek, resting his thumb over a small bit of icing. He pauses for a moment, the two of you staring into each other's eyes. Heat rushes to both of your faces, his cheekbones erupting in a blue and red mixed blush as he raises his thumb to his mouth, allowing his mixed tongue to lick away the icing in question.

Oh. Oh man.

You avert your eyes when he does, focusing back on the icing. That's new. A lot of things are new today.

The tension eventually fades out once the cookies have been brought out, now cut into lovely different shapes Sans is sure Papyrus will love. He shares a few stories he can remember from the past, you happily listening along and sometimes replying with witty comebacks to his jokes.

Time flies, and finally the cookies are finished, ready to eat! You almost feel kinda bad that these'll be gone soon..but it'll be worth it if he likes them! You hang up your apron, grinning slyly when you turn back to Sans. He raises a browbone in your direction, when you place a small bit of icing on his nose. He laughs, a determined glint to his eye as he tries to get some of the leftover stuff on you, the two of you chasing each other around the kitchen before you erupt into laughter.

He looks up from the floor at you, and his breath hitches. You have a really nice smile..he should tell you that some time. Not yet, though. No..it's too soon for that.

You grin, licking any leftover icing on you and walking to your room to change into the clothes you'd set out previously for when you go with Sans back to his house. Alright, first impressions are everything! Gotta look nice for the occasion.

Sans stares at the ceiling for a little bit while he waits for you, trying to remember some obscure TV show he watched once as a child with his brother he just can't seem to put a name on. You eventually walk back into the room, determined and ready to go. You walk into the kitchen and grab the lovely bowl of cookies you baked, holding it under your arm.

"So, shall we walk?" You smile as he walks up to you, but then raise a brow in confusion when he shakes his head. Maybe he'd prefer driving? You didn't see a car outside, though..

"i know a faster way to get there, if you're okay with it."

"Sure. What is it?"

"hold my arm for a sec. you might feel kinda dizzy for a little bit." He offers his arm to you, and you accept it quickly.

"OkaaAAAY-" You panic when the ground disappears from beneath your feet, holding onto him tightly and squeezing your eyes shut. It is only when you're back on the ground that you open them, glancing around. ..You appear to be in someone's driveway, someone who owns a very lovely home.

"aaaand we're here. tada." He grins, letting you regain your balance. How did he do that? When did he learn he could do that? Why did he not tell you he could do that befo- that's how he got to your house so fast. Of course. A "shortcut".

"You're really amazing, Sans." You smile up at him, chuckling a little to yourself when he looks away. He leads you up the porch steps to the front door, knocking in a rhythmic pattern and waiting for a moment before it swings abruptly open.

"AH! Brother, There You Are!" The much-taller-than-you'd-expected skeleton exclaims, pushing up his glasses a bit so he can see better. "And You've Brought The Human Along With You! Excellent! I've Just Gotten Started On Tonight's Dinner. Do Come Inside! It's Certainly Much Warmer Than It Is Out There. Sans, You Both Didn't Walk, Did You? It's Easy For Humans To Get Colds!"

You both smile at his rambling as Sans reassures him that he used a shortcut to get here. He's a total contrast to his brother, a ball of energy to counter his brother's overall tired and "lazy" demeanor.

Papyrus gestures for you to walk in, you both promptly remove your shoes at the door when you see that there are a few pairs of boots there already. You can assume literally all of them belong to Papyrus, because Sans is usually either wearing slippers or sneakers.

"Ah! Where Are My Manners." He clasps his gloved hands together, grinning down at you. "I Am The Great Papyrus! I'm Certain My Brother Has Told You About Me Already." He grins, his braces shining when the light of the ceiling fan above him hits them.

You smile, moving one of your arms to hold it out to shake his hand, watching him eagerly grab it. "It's nice to meet you in person, Papyrus." You tell him your name, and he makes sure to remember it for next time.

"Sans told me you were really looking forward to making dinner tonight, sooo I thought I'd bake some cookies! We can have them after dinner's over with, and you guys can keep them for a while until you run out. And if you like them, well..I'd be more than happy to make some more."

Papyrus gasps, putting a hand where his heart would be, as if he'd been struck right through it. "Oh, That's So Kind Of You! And Fitting For The Occasion! You Can Place Them On The Counter For Now, There Should Be An Open Space."

You do as instructed, admiring all the lovely little details in the home. They certainly tell you plenty about the two, and the things they like.. There's a ton of pretty patterns in the wood in some parts of the kitchen, presumably crafted by Paps himself. There are some red gingham curtains gently blowing with the breeze from outside before he closes the windows, and you briefly catch a glance of a clothesline with drying clothes. Huh, Papyrus must be into cosplay. That's cool!

Sans spooks you, giving you a pat on the shoulder as he walks up to his room. Ooh..this gives you an opportunity to see it..you would hate to pry, though. Maybe another time you can. You'll definitely be visiting later.

Deciding not to pester him, you focus your attention on Papyrus, who's happily humming a tune you don't recognize and cooking up something that makes your mouth water.

"So," His voice catches you off guard, making you jolt. "How'd It Happen?"

"How'd..what happen, exactly?" You smile, leaning a bit on the counter to watch him work.

"How'd You Meet, And How'd You Convince My Brother To Think So Fondly Of You?"

"We met at a- wait, he thinks fondly of me?"

"Well, Of Course He Does! Don't Tell Me You're As Blind As I Am Without Glasses." He lets out a nyeh-heh, stirring something. "He Talks About You Quite Often!"

"He does?.." Your voice is soft when you ask, heat creeping back up to your cheeks before you shake your head to try and make it go away.

"Indeed! Now, I'll Repeat The Other Part..How'd You Meet? I'm Very Curious About That."

"Well, it all started when me and my..well, he's my ex now-"

"Oh, Is This Drama? Now I've Certainly Got To Hear About This. I Love A Little Bit Of Gossip." He grins slyly, and you let out a laugh before going into detail about everything.

Papyrus is such a lovely person to talk to, even if you have to repeat what you say a few times because of his hearing problems. You can definitely understand why Sans thinks so highly of his brother.

Speaking of Sans, he finally joins you both downstairs after a while, having changed into an almost exact replica of the clothes he had been wearing before but much cleaner. Look at him, getting dressed up for the occasion..

Papyrus finishes making his masterpiece, and you all sit down at the table together. It's such a warm environment..Sans cracking jokes, Papyrus groaning but making a few of his own in return..the two sharing fond stories from the past..Papyrus talking about his work and what he loves to do..you could listen to him for hours. The food is immaculate, and you fight the urge to groan with delight at the taste.

When dinner is finished, you send your compliments to the chef, and the taste test for the cookies begins..you stare with anxious anticipation as he inspects a skull-shaped cookie, amused by your choice before biting into it. Silence fills the room before he grins in your direction, putting his hands on his hips.

"This Is Excellent! You Did Wonderfully! Stars, I May Run Out Of These Within The Week! GAH!" He puts his hands on his skull, you and Sans letting out a laugh at his expressions.

"Don't worry, Paps. I'll definitely make some more for you later."

"Wonderful! You Simply Must Show Me How You Make Them. They're Exquisite!"

"Maaybe..but good magicians never reveal their secrets, do they?" You smile slyly. He gasps in understanding, before placing his fist against his palm.

"Right. Fair Enough!"

You don't realize how fast time flies when you're having fun. You could spend eternity with these guys, without changing a thing. They're both so much fun to be around, and..it's really nice, being surrounded by such caring people.

Before you know it you're sitting on the couch, listening to Papyrus ramble about scandals in the monster celebrity world, promptly gasping when you hear something shocking. Sans simply watches the both of you with a lazy smile, chiming in from time to time before you all focus on whatever movie's playing on the TV.

One movie turns into several..

You feel your eyes slowly close as you lean against something big and warm, relaxing with a smile.

Sans freezes when he looks down at you, holding his hands in the air and unsure where to put them. Papyrus scoffs, motioning for him to put his arm around you. Sans looks at him with an expression that screams "are you crazy?!" before Papyrus shoots one back, rolling his eyes and waving him off before whispering a good night to him and heading upstairs. Fuck. What does he do? He couldn't just..could he?

His eyelight darts around until it rests on your sleeping form. He sighs for a moment, before abruptly shortcutting to your house and ensuring that the doors are locked, reappearing in the spot he had been sitting in before. You readjust your position, getting even closer this time.. His face flushes again as he lowers an arm over you, unable to look away. Oh jeez.. Ain't this complicated? Well..lots of things are, aren't they?

Hearing your soft breathing leaves him feeling calm..content. He's..alright with this. He'll embrace the moment for a little while, while it lasts. He focuses on the screen, until his eyes begin to close as well..maybe a nap wouldn't hurt.

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