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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. lucifer x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི daddy kink. prbly excessive use of princess/little girl/human. size kink. praise. nipple sucking. fingering. possessive luci. unedited as usual. wc ꒱ 6k ﾉ 18+

note . . ᘏ⑅ᘏ ﾉ i dunno if this is even a repost anymore bcuz the original fic was only 2k words :c . . i also thought I wasn’t cwazy abt luci anymore but boy . . wus i wrong. i still luv him dearly. i hope anyone who reads this enjoys. thankuuu ^_^

lucifer could never understand why humans, beings fettered by something as meaningless as mortality, could possess the ties to control and bind demons.

how such frail bodies of small messes, succumbing to sicknesses, phobias, and other little weirds are able to form pacts with such powerful creatures

it’s a polarizing thought that he’s never challenged or sought to change. he understands them for what they are. arguably worse than demons, and he wants nothing to do with them. they are violent, weak, and fickle, and somehow—in the irony of it all—the universe plays a trick on him.

he lowered his defenses and foolishly got ahead of himself. he was unlike his brothers; he didn’t need love or companionship, and yet, of all the powerful beings and creatures, it’s a human that turned him into something unrecognizable.

it was faceless, sneaking up on him, and he was unable to remedy it as he slowly felt it consume him whole.

a bond was webbed between the two of you, and he’s certain, frighteningly so, that nothing could break it.

granted, that level of trust surely didn’t form overnight, as you proved to be quite troublesome. you were used to peeking your nose where it didn’t belong and going into places mortals should never be, making his job more difficult, but still, he trusts you.

with six younger demon brothers and a human to look after, discord became frequent. secrets wrapped tightly were easily unveiled just from your existence in devildom.

he kept a mental checklist of all your wrongdoings, and now your invasion of his heart was another.

his heart.

nothing but proof of his existence, only meant to pump blood and oxygen, has now expanded far too much to fit within his ribcage. it was suffocating.

it made room for a different kind of love, for someone else, and he didn’t think it was possible. he became spoiled by your affections.

he yearned so much for you that he was convinced that his carnage and sadism might have withered. at least, that's what he thought, only to realize it’s been tucked away in a cavity that you simultaneously filled.

he’s unfortunately reminded that it never really went anywhere. he’s respected and feared by all, and yet it wasn’t enough to deter his brothers from causing any mishaps, especially one in particular.

♡ . . ♡

it’s dinner when lucifer decides to strike.

chatter and the smell of only the best food in devildom fill the room. he almost feels bad for souring the joyful atmosphere—almost, but as always, there's an impending conflict that would render him irritable for the rest of the night.

he sits at the head of the table as the eldest brother and strongest demon, earning everyone's stare from the shift in the atmosphere. you and his brothers could sense that he wasn’t going to make a meager announcement. lucifer moves slowly, careful to prevent any of his heedless anger from slipping through.

he looks at everyone in the room, but his gaze lingers on you a bit longer.

“forgive me for interrupting dinner, but it’s come to my attention that someone here has stolen something valuable of mine.” his voice is deep, stern, and accusing. it echoes in the candle-lit hall.

“my credit card.”

maybe it's his sadistic streak, but he knew asking that question was ultimately trivial. he knows which of his brothers is guilty; you all did.

there’s only one demon dumb and desperate enough to steal from lucifer of all people, and while the perpetrator was obvious, it didn’t make anyone any less anxious.

the avatar of pride is infamous for his punishments, and no one wanted to be on the receiving end. when anything goes amiss, they must answer to him, and you were no exception to that rule.

you point your manicured finger at mammon, and his expression morphs into utter terror. he yelps at your tattling, already plotting at least three different ways to make his escape.

“oh my,” asmo laughs.

belphie yawns obnoxiously, unamused by the series of events. it was just another typical night in the house of lamentation; nothing should surprise anyone, and still, lucifer let a troubled sigh escape.

mammon throws a fit of indignation, as if his culpability wasn’t already obvious.

tossing his hands in the air, he whines, “damn it. why’d ya’ have to tell?” he slides down the seat of the chair, trying to avoid lucifer’s angered stare as much as possible.

you don’t think to reply, almost even rolling your eyes at him. everyone knows it’s him, and like the well-behaved girl you are, you figure it makes no sense to drag out the inevitable.

but when everyone’s eyes settle on you in curiosity, you slouch in your chair and blush at the sudden attention. you feel nervous, like you made a blunder of some sort.

they expectantly await your answer, but you don't have one.

“s-sorry, mammon,” you squeak out.

your hands in between your thighs and fidget under their stares.

you couldn’t, at least not confidently, admit that lucifer has you wrapped around his finger. he expects far too much of you, and you couldn’t possibly ruin that because of mammon, but that didn’t lessen the slight guilt from easing in.

“don’t apologize,” lucifer says, bolstering his voice—his attempt at scolding mammon while reassuring you.

“it’s not up to her to entertain your lies. perhaps if you weren’t always up to no good, she wouldn’t have to confess to your wrongdoings,” he lectures.

he sneers at him, and you watch as the younger demon slinks back further. “you’re the second oldest. act like it.”

mammon huffs.

“ahhh, lucifer, you’re no fun.”

admittedly, the brothers would get away with a lot more if it weren’t for your honesty.

make no mistake, they all love you dearly, but the troublemakers couldn’t tolerate your obedience when it comes to lucifer.

when he asked you who ate all the food satan prepared for breakfast the next day, you didn’t hesitate to say it was beel. when he asks you who wrote ‘lucifer sucks :p’ on his wall, you don’t stutter to inform him of satan’s and belphie’s not-so-secretive plan of his tormentation.

anything he wants, anything he asks, you obey. that was just the nature of your relationship.

after mammon realizes pouting won’t get him out of trouble with lucifer, he goes back to eating, and the others follow suit. soon the lively atmosphere returned, but you felt rather self-conscious.

you looked over at lucifer in the hope of finding something that you're weren't sure of yet, only to see that he was already staring at you. you nibble on your spoon, suddenly feeling bare from his lowered gaze.

there is a sense of security that you crave. his look of approval serves as a reminder of why you’re faithful to him. it was rewarding to know that your loyalty didn’t go unnoticed.

you look away quickly to hide your flusteredness by sipping on your tea, but the sweet taste of earl gray isn’t enough to distract you.

dinner begins to slow and wrap up. one by one, everyone bids their goodbyes. mammon is the first to depart, knowing he’d need as much of a head start as possible. when you finish the remainder of your dinner, you get up to leave as well.

you think about how to spend the rest of your evening, and your mind wanders to cramped thighs and ruined pillows.

you grow heated by the memory of previous nights. you touched yourself too many times to count after constantly witnessing lucifer’s disheveled state after his long day of reprimanding.

you stuffed your cunt with your fingers nightly, trying to mimic the feeling of something much larger. it was difficult to commit such acts quietly in a home full of creatures with nearly perfect hearing, and still, you wonder what fantasy will tether you tonight.

maybe the one when he fucks you in diavolo’s office, or your personal favorite, he punishes you.

you fantasize about him pulling up your dainty dress to put you over his lap and spank your plump ass until cum soaks your thighs, but tonight, you don’t have to conjure up anything.

lucifer stops you in the middle of your daydream. grabbing your wrist gently, he catches you by surprise.

you clumsily turn. frazzled eyes meet unwavering carmines. you’re almost certain he could hear the thump beating between your legs.

the prideful demon pulls you close, forcing your bodies to collide and connect like missing pieces. his breath is warm against your ear.

“would you like to come by my chambers later tonight?”

you look up to search his face, wondering if there’s even a sign of doubt. after countless days and nights and all sorts of muddled feelings between sheets, there is a part of you that can’t truly accept that he sought you.

one of the most eligible bachelors in all of devildom, known for his fearsomeness, is holding you like you were glass, asking for your company.

you soak in his expression, and it’s nothing less than firm and impenetrable, and it's then that you realize it was not a question. he was not asking.

struck with a whirlwind of desire from that revelation, you nod weakly, but the demon only shakes his head in response.

“words, my little human.”

your head tilts on its axis only for a moment. your chest had to be wide open, bearing your insides to him. the effect he had on you must have been that obvious. you’re a puddle.

was it normal to feel the static every time he was around, after every word he spoke?

you feel hazy, but also a small sense of relief that you no longer have to question if he still wants you. you’ve exhausted your fingers and toys, and finally, what you have been needlessly craving would be fulfilled in a room only a few doors down. his gaze flickers to your lips, and they shine with promise.

you mustered up all the courage you had left.

“yes, i would love to come by later.”

you’re amazed that it didn’t come out as wobbly as you anticipated. you’ve gotten better at pretending, you suppose.

lucifer gives you a sweet smile. he’s pleased with your answer, and butterflies erupt in your full belly.

his gloved hand then completely engulfs yours to bring it to his lips. not once breaking eye contact, he kisses your knuckle before he departs. a hopeless romantic.

he sets out to find mammon, and that gives you enough time to prepare.

you stalk up the stairs, declining levi’s invitation for a night of competitive gaming pitifully on the way. you’ll make it up to him next time.

by ushering yourself into your room, you act immediately. you don’t spend too long getting ready. a steaming, hot shower would suffice. you wash up with a bar of gentle soap, then follow through with too many to-count spritzes of perfume and faint-smelling lotion.

white with pastel pink trim.

your night clothes are simple and short enough to keep him on his toes. you look over at yourself in the mirror.

when did you become so daring ? you didn’t know. maybe asmo’s tips on charm and seduction were finally rubbing off on you. you wonder what his reaction would be if you told him you were using them on his brother. maybe he already knew.

you turn off your light and open your door. you peek down the hall.

it’s silent and empty, just as you predicted.

quietly, you shut the door, cursing to yourself when you hear the faint cry of the rusty hinges. your trek down to his room was anxiety-inducing, but in a good way. you feel refreshed, your body is more than ready, and you’re excited.

you hoped no one would drop by unexpectedly. beel would most likely wake up in the middle of the night for a snack, but the kitchen was in the opposite direction of lucifer’s room. not that it mattered anyway.

it wasn’t really a secret—not that those lasted with you around—but it would be. . . awkward. you’d much rather not have to deal with anyone overhearing all the naughty things you’ll beg him to do.

you stop your train of thought when you reach the end of the hallway. you’re in front of his door, and you sway from your heels to your tippy toes. the fluttery ache in your chest was making you skittish.

you take a breath to compose yourself, and then you knock with three light taps.

“come in”

it takes a good chunk of your strength to open his heavy door, but you appreciate the time it grants you. it gives you the space to calm yourself down and ease your prickly nerves.

when you enter, you let your eyes wander around the room first. nothing but books, old records, and silhouettes of things you couldn’t make out in the dark. you walk in and find him leaning against his unusually messy desk.

there's soft light from the lamp that hugs his frame and illuminates his coat discarded on the nearby dresser.

he fiddles with the strap of his gloves, giving you a small smile at the sight of your presence.

“you don’t have to knock, my love.”

he allows his gaze to explore, drinking in the outfit you picked out specifically for him. already, his trousers are suffocating and distracting him, but he’s quick to recover.

you bite your lip out of habit under his lustful stare.

“i know, but i wanted to just in case you were busy . . .”

there’s an amused huff.

his long legs carry him over to where you stand swiftly. his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks, and he presses a kiss against your forehead.

“sweet girl.” and the way it skirts the edge of sensuality could make you melt. “even if i am, feel free to steal me away,” he whispers.

you swallow down a moan at the thought. maybe one day he'll eat those words.

his hand trails from your face to the nape of your neck and pauses.

“you washed your hair,” he observes.

you shake your head.

“it got a little wet in the shower so I’m just letting it air dry for a bit, luci.”

you pull at a wet strand and watch it dutifully bounce back in place. “ i was too lazy to dry it.“

he watches the notion with careful eyes. you wanted to giggle at how serious he looked.

“i wish you would’ve asked me to help you. i don’t want you getting a cold.”

you smile at his sincerity. you realized very early on that lucifer enjoyed tending to you. he likes consistency and being depended on.

‘it’s for your own well-being,’ he says, but you think he likes to have a pretty girl to fuss over

you offer him a small pout. “i did think about it, but i assumed you were still scolding mammon. i didn’t want to bother you.”

“besides.” you turn away, “i don’t think he wants to see me right now”

already, you’re embarrassed by the thought of facing mammon again. flustered, you recall tonight’s dinner and the look on their faces. you are definitely going to avoid them at school tomorrow.

you slouch, "he totally hates me.”

you say it half-heartedly, but lucifer looks at you with seriousness.

he softly grabs you by your chin. “don’t speak like that. he doesn’t hate you—none of us do, and i’m not sure we are capable of harboring such thoughts.”

you smile. “i dunno. i’m pretty sure you guys hated my guts when i first came.” you chuckle, thinking he’d at least join in, but he frowns. his heavy hand strokes the top of your head in an affectionate rhythm.

“we had our differences, and i was far too harsh. that i know.”

there’s a faraway look in his eye, and you know there’s a silent storm forming. you reach out to cup his cheek, and he melts into your touch.

“i never hated you,” he says.

you knew that your actions played a part in straining the early stages of your relationship. you also had to come to terms that not only lucifer, but multiple brothers harbored resentment towards humans,

its not a perfect story, but everything about this was completely unconventional. you’re just a woman who somehow found herself stuck in an attempt at other-worldly diplomacy, now sandwiched between the trying relationships of seven powerful demons.

things are rocky, but it’s the happiest you’ve ever been.

“i was only teasing, luci. i'm not mad or scared anymore.”

the hand you rested on his cheeks gets gripped by his larger ones, and he kisses your palm fondly.

“besides, i think we both know i wasn’t completely innocent.”

he takes a deep inhale.

“still, i think about how things were before.” he recalls the past in disdain; he blames his pride and then himself.

“my brothers and i . . . we are devoted to you, and we have the pacts to prove it.”

it’s a provocation you’re still not entirely used to. you had 7 demons who offered themselves to you, and the proof is imprinted on their skin.

in the human world, you’re everything and nothing at the same time. feelings of loneliness and insecurity that are far too loud and are still not enough to matter. you realized everyone lived selfishly, and your heart wasn’t hardened enough to follow suit.

lucifer's thoughts about humans didn’t change, despite his proximity to you. talks of your life as a young girl only cemented his thinking.

you were far too perfect for humans, too devious for angels, and too innocent for demons.

you were an entity on your own, and scarily he worshiped you. all of you.

he’d never tire of sinking his cock into your wet cunt, filling you with his seed, and hearing those saccharine moans that fall from glossed lips. he was ravenous, but you truly didn’t know the extent of it.

“my brothers care for you deeply, as do i, but you must know.” his eyes seem darker and much more predatory, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. like a bunny trapped in a hunter's cage, your doe eyes double in size and tremors rattle through your frame.

“you’re mine alone. your mind and body belong to only me.”

lucifer is well aware that six other cocks competed for your attention. a crass choice of words, but nothing less than true. they vied for the human girl, with nearly everyone wrapped around her dainty fingers. you are a color in the world shrouded in sisyphean darkness.

his lips part on your skin. “they can touch and taste you because i allow it.”

rough hands pull up your skirt, and he grabs a handful of your ass. “this . . . this is all mine.”

you make sure to turn and give your butt a little wiggle. it's more than a sultry gesture, and lucifer thinks a human so docile posing erotically might be the one thing to kill him.

how do you make soiled underwear look so pretty and enticing? there’s a possessive streak, a soft darkness that opens its curtains upon your presence. it peers over his shoulder, urging him to devour you. to pick at your remains until he’s consumed you.

“you're beautiful,” he groans. he inches close to you, and you think your lips are going to meet halfway, but he kisses your forehead.

then, your eyelids, your nose, and the side of your mouth, you look at him with half-lidded eyes, and he doesn’t budge when you try to squirm.

lucifer steps back and leads you to his chair. he settles into the squeaky leather until his back is comfortably cushioned.

he pats his firm lap.

“come.”

you know he’s holding back. his muscles ripple beneath you, he slouches farther into his chair, his legs spread to give his groin space to freely twitch against the slackness of his pants, and it only invites you

you struggle to decide where to sit. his knee or over his lap, both very promising positions, but he decides for you. he pulls your hip so your cunt is nestled right up against his cock. you sigh breathily, already your brain turning to mush.

“i didn’t even touch you, and you’re already making such a mess, sweet girl.”

the angle you tilt your head hides your expression, but from the flutter of your lashes and the purses of your lips, he knows you’ve grown shy.

"you kissed me,”

your sweet tone and your faint aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine make his cock stir.

“is that why you’re so worked up? just from my kiss?”

not even on the lips—not yet at least, and you’ve already wetted the fabric with your sticky arousal.

“what will happen when daddy touches right here?”

it’s a feathery graze against your protruding bud. his knuckles nudge the seat of the moist cotton, right where the white turned nearly transparent against your swollen cunt.

“it aches, doesn’t it?”

slender fingers slip under the band teasingly. he studies the subtle twitch of your hole, pumping a stream of glossy slick.

“do you want me to make it go away, hm? do you want daddy to make it better?”

you nod, a broken moan falling from your trembling lips.

“ i wantmore daddy.”

you spread your legs wider, hoping he’d be more generous with his caress.

“soon, my love.”

his hands trail from your pants to your stomach to your shoulders.

his hands rub your stomach and under your breast, settling right on your hip. you know he is hyper-aware of the thin fabric separating his cock from your heat.

even in his lap, he’s taller than you, but only by a few inches. his eyes are low and hazy.

“i wish to take my time with you.”

his thumb trails over your nipple.

“you have no idea how much i missed you.”

his other fingers pull at the other nipple.

you’ve felt those same digits on your neck, in your mouth, curled around your wrist and threaded between your fingers, and now between your thighs

he begins to grope at your exposed flesh. he admires how supple they appear, and he has to restrain himself from sinking his teeth into them.

your body never falters, and it responds so well to his hot and addicting touch. lucifer tries not to tease you; after all, he is rewarding you, but the little sounds and pants that leave your lips almost make him rethink.

your skirt is wrinkled, and he flips it at your hip, and your entire bottom half is almost fully exposed. your bare legs are on display, and so is your clothed mound. he mumbles sweet praises into the side of your breast while tracing the outline of your pussy through your pants with his finger.

you pull him away from your chest to kiss him, and lucifer has to remember that you’re human. that your small and pouty mouth, which struggles to swallow, is as fragile as the rest of you. palms splayed about on your back remind him he can mold you.

his hands are in a constant of motion, tugging and squeezing at your flesh. it feels like he’s in awe of every part of your body no matter how it differs from his. his touches are messy and yet controlled. they search you in subtle restraint, fearful that they’ll hurt you.

you’ve never been touched this way. to have someone want you so desperately— to possess you almost. his hands are burning you and you feel on top of the world.

you moan at his caress and feel heat rush through your body. if it weren’t for the lack of air in his lungs, he’d never pull away but eventually he does. lucifer experimentally probes your clit and looks up at your face to admire your expression.

“do you like that?” he whispers. you bite your lip, and your voice raises in pitch, “mhm.”

lucifer smirks to himself and kisses your nipple. “what did i say about words, little one?”

he stops his ministrations on your cunt and licks at your areola teasingly. he settles the tip of his tongue on your heated bud, flicking it, sending a shiver down your spine.

“is my good girl acting up?.”

“n-no, daddy, never.”

between each breath, he plants open-mouthed kisses across your chest.

“i hope so. i would hate to have to punish you.”

he sucks diligently and roughly. his tongue aggressively strokes your nipple, addicted to how it feels in his mouth. he closes his eyes and continues his assault on your chest.

your soft cries filled his room, and the feeling of your teat on the surface of his wet muscles pleased him. the aforementioned headache was long gone because the plushness of your body took over his mind and soul.

you may feel an indescribable urge to obey him, but he's just as much under your spell as you’re under his. he’s the embodiment of pride, but he’s not against admitting that you invade every inch of him. you don’t know it yet, but anything you ask of him, he will deliver. he wonders if you could hear his heart thrumming against his chest.

you’re naked, but he feels equally as exposed.

he continues sucking on one breast, his other hand busied itself, rubbing the neglected one. you arch into his touch, your tit spilling out of his hand. the weight of it feels secure in his large palm.

the stimulation has you unruly within his embrace. one minute, your hips are still from his flicks at your pussy, and then it jerks up, wanting more from his skilled and wandering hands.

lucifer likes this side of you, desperate and unashamed of how you wanted him to use your body.

you’re so sensitive that any subtle movement sends pressure to your clit. every time you whimper, especially loudly, he's quick to praise you.

“such lovely noises. i bet you’d do anything to please me, hm?” he hums.

you remember his earlier warning eager to be on your best behavior. “yes, daddy.”

it was hard to verbalize but you were at his mercy. anything for his approval, anything for his praise, you’d do it, especially if it meant you’d get rewarded like this.

he then pulls up your soaked panties, and you gasp at the sudden gesture. they stretch across the surface of your wet pussy, and they snap from his brute strength. the break in the fabric spanking your cunt.

“what a pretty thing.”

he tosses your ripped panties to the floor, ruining your perfect set. but he’d buy you another.

“i just want to be your good girl,” you say, rubbing your legs together in anticipation.

“you’re always my good girl. isn’t that right?”

you nod and feel happiness bloom.

“the best girl for daddy,” lucifer sensually encourages.

at this rate, you’re dizzy and drunk on his intoxicating words and erotic touch. you’re babbling, and lucifer finds it endearing.

you whine when he finally takes his gloved finger and rubs slow and tight circles on your slippery bud. “dada—.” you cry especially loud.

“i know, i know,” he shushes.

you felt relief consume you at the friction of his gloves on your trembling cunny. he continues to rub and fiddle with it until you’re forced to bury your mewls into the crook of his neck.

he takes another finger and presses down on your twitchy button, and you flinch at the sudden burst of pleasure.

he knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows how to make you fall apart. his finger continues to work on your sensitive nub, and you gradually begin to soak his lap with your arousal.

he drags his fingers over your labia and grazes over your desperate hole.

within a few strokes, he plunges two fingers into your heat. he watches you push your tits into his face from the pleasure that forces the arch in your back. and he takes a deep inhale. your pussy greedily latches onto his fingers, and you’re practically fucking his hand.

“you look so delicious in my lap. such a beautiful sight, and it's reserved for only me.”

the depth of his voice sends shudders through your body

he loved how his fingers slid right in. it felt like your pussy was made to take what he gave you. his big fingers fervently stroke your insides, and your legs shake.

just watching your tiny hole stretch to the width of his fingers threatened his self-control. he wanted to fill you with something much bigger, and he’d know you would take it because you're his precious girl.

he wants to see your cunt wrapped around his heavy cock, but he’d settle for now.

just seeing you so pliant in his arms from his tongue lapping at your breast and his large fingers was enough for him.

you drip all over his wrist, and it darkens his gloves.

lucifer’s fingers rub every soft ridge, and your cunt is more than happy for it. the wetness, the squelch, the tightness—it’s overwhelming for you. you feel as if you’re finally unraveling.

"i'm going to cum, daddy. please." you don’t know what you're begging for, but whatever he was willing to do, you needed it now.

lucifer knows you’re close—very close. you’ve nearly gone stiff, and you’re shaking against him. your toes are curled, and your first is clutched.

“oh, is this princess’ pussy going to make a mess?” he coaxes. you open your mouth, moaning, and lucifer leans down. your foreheads are touching, and you unabashedly mewl, your minty breath fanning his face. “is she going to cream for me?”

you feel your orgasm sneaking up on you. lucifer only increases the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunny. he becomes more brutal, only wanting you to be within his arms as his only goal.

he’s so close to you that your lashes touch his skin. sweat simmers on your chest, and he sucks on your now bruised bottom lip from all your biting.

with two fingers still buried inside you, stroking your walls, he presses his thumb to your clit once more.

“that’s it, it’s pretty girl.”

you felt it coming; you had ample time, and you tried to keep yourself contained, but the force was still too unbearable. you had no idea how much he was holding back.

“i’m so much bigger than you. so much stronger, and you’re so little, princess.” he chuckles in a state of disbelief.

“and you’re not even scared.”

“you’re too trusting, but i suppose that’s why i love you so much. daddy’s brave little girl.”

like a lick of lightning, lucifer feels his desire threaten to snap. his human—his sweet mess full of little weirds, kind eyes, and a soft mouth was going to make him lose himself. he's growling like a beast with every chant of his name.

“daddydaddydaddy —hiccup— love you lots, b-but. i-i can’t think anymore. can’t take it.”

drool collects on the side of your mouth.

“i know it’s a lot for you right now, but you’re doing so well, princess.”

he re-adjusts your body on his lap. “just think about daddy and his fingers.”

the appendages stretching your cunt pull out briefly.

“look at that precious pussy.”

he spreads your labia watching the uneasy throb of your hole that begged to be stuffed.

lucifer wants to mount you, but he remembers what he is when he can smell the blood pumping through veins and the feeling of your heartbeat under the tips of his fingers.

he needs to treat you like a prized dolly to dress up, to kiss, and to fuck.

you don’t need to think; he knows what’s best, and he wants to keep you on a shelf for his own use.

you made him a beast, luring him into darkness, but he was never good at hiding. he felt like he was defiling you. you were truly an entity different from anything he’s ever known. sweet as brown sugar, and he’s tainting you.

still, the thrust of his arms grows stronger. nothing but the milky, wet sounds of your drenched cunt

“your little pussy is crying. you can let go for me.”

your hearts swell with another wave of heat. the sweet babbles of you wanting to reciprocate his love die on your tongue when your body stills. you toss your head back with a pretty wail nearing your crescendo. noisily, his fingers pump your pussy with trickles of wetness spurting out.

your hips jolt forward and erratically hump the heel of his palm, hoping to reach your end much sooner.

“m right there, —!”

he's going to make you cum hard. everything from the sound of his voice to his rough fingers to the shape of his cock could make you cream. his skill never fails you, always leaving you nearly boneless. you’re always going to come crawling back for more, without a doubt.

lucifer feels your walls pulsate around him, warning him of your impending orgasm, and it strokes his ego.

“daddyyyy,” you pant deliriously. his thumb drags at your clit repeatedly and with the sensation of your insides being drained, you sob. you’re too loud, but you can't remain silent any longer.

lucifer kisses your forehead to soothe you, and with a slight pinch of your throbbing cunt, you erupt in the middle of his embrace. the dam finally breaks, and your pussy convulses angrily like it's trying to push his fingers out.

“thaaaaat’s it, baby. daddy is so proud of you.”

he increases his pace, draining you of all the cum your cunny could pump out. until your knees buckle around his wrists.

your chest expands, desperate for more air. your head is fogging up, and you’re exhausted. your limbs are strewn across the demon, lacking complete strength.

lucifer lets you cool off from your high, and he slips his fingers out of you. without hesitation, he buries them into his mouth. the taste of you fills his taste buds to utter satisfaction. you're delicious, sweet and sour, and addicting. he would inject the very essence of you into his veins if he could. but maybe he's already hooked on you; that would explain his racing mind filled with thoughts of only you.

this demon that he’s become terrifies him, but he doesn't want to change. his family and his precious human are all he needs.

he wraps you up in his arms and hugs you. your back is now pressed into his chest, eyes closed blissfully. lucifer tucks your head under his chin, and you rest safely in his hold.

he silently admires the number he did on your body and feels the familiar feeling of pride bursts within him. he looks at your beautiful face, your puffy nipples, and used pussy and he feels gratified fulfillment engulf him.

“perfect human,” he mumbles.

he graces you with another kiss on your heated skin.

“my obedient little girl.”

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twobluejeans · 9 months

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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 6: reckless, part 5: relevancy, part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2:wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 6! #juticefory/n . shoutout to the anon who inspired this chapter, u helped sm and gave me further ideas💌. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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sainzpodium this is why carlos is the better ferrari driver

lewishsystem “loyal and trust are crucial in any relationship” wym by that 🤨

hereforicciardo the way carlos didn’t even interact with charles today in the paddock before and after the race

lewisfever lewisystem “it’s hard to ignore certain actions and how they reflect on a person’s character” the way he’s confirming the rumors bro 😭

russeliclassy lewisfever what rumors?

lewisfever russeliclassy charles cheated

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dojacatstreetsera the devil works hard, but y/n l/n world harder

landonorris song’s mid (i’ve listened to it 3 times so far and have sobbed uncontrollably🥲)

yourinstagram landonorris weak (i broke down mid-recording session)

barbiey/n no i cant i’m not ready

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beyonce So beautiful ❤️

aliensuperstary/n beyoncé ADAM SANDLER?? WHAT R U DOING HERE😭

tchalamet proud of you ma chérie

yourinstagram tchalamet hi thank you i love u i miss u

onlychalamet tchalamet yourinstagram i love their friendship sm

salmahayek nunca dejas de sorprenderme. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti y tan feliz y emocionada de verte prevalecer a través de todo🫶🫶🩷🩷

see translation? salmahayek: You never cease to amaze me. I am so proud of you and so happy and excited to see you prevail through it all.

yourinstagram salmahayek muchas gracias tus palabras siempre significan el mundo para mí. te amo y te extraño mucho. ¡No puedo esperar a verte a ti y a Valentina pronto!

see translation? yourinstagram: thank u so much. your words always mean the world to me. i love you and miss you dearly. cant wait to see you and valentina soon!

90sbabyy/n salmahayek yourinstagram why am i just finding out salma is y/n’s godmother? hello what

bellahadid i love. so happy to see u turned ur pain n hurt into something so beautiful ... only heard some of it and already know it's so special. ok. enough of that. i feel like i've typed more than i needed to. love u! proud of u!

yourinstagram bellahadid u bitch why would u type this? now i'm crying in the middle of a re-run of narcos

danielricciardo yourinstagram you said u we’re gonna wait till i got to italy to watch it with me…

yourinstagram danielriccicardo ….oops?

landonorris danielricciardo you see me personally, i wouldn’t let that slide 🤷

danielricciardo yourinstagram #fake #donthmu #streaks #realonesknow

classynorris y/n and lando teaching daniel gen z slang gotta be the funniest thing ever

landonorris classynorris i actually regret it so bad

yourinstagram classynorris biggest mistake ever. he won’t stop saying bombastic side eye. free us

danielricciardo landonorris yourinstagram L + ratio + bozo

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daddynattt · 9 months

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Welcome to your new home

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x F!Step Daughter R

warnings: nat has a penis, hidden camera, masturbation, kidnapping, smut, blow job, face fucking, stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, breeding, dumbification

word count: 1.4k got carried away lol

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Natasha eyes the camera feed on her phone, getting comfortable in bed as she watches you undress. Such a dumb little thing, not even knowing you had hidden cameras in your bedroom for your stepmom to spy on you. She strokes herself through her boxers, licking her lips as she takes out her erect cock, jerking herself off as she looks at your tits, your nipples perky and hard. Her eyes travel down to your pussy, causing her to grunt as she strokes herself faster, the image of her dick deep inside you — your walls squeezing her tight, as she releases herself in you and finally takes you to make you forever hers — causes her to reach her orgasm quick as her cum shoots onto her hand and chest. Her breathing turns ragged as she calms down from her orgasm. In just a few days, her and your mother will be divorced and she will finally have you all to herself forever.

~~~

“C’mon Natasha, are you sure we can’t fix this? Y/n was just beginning to get comfortable and used to the idea of having you around.”

Natasha remains stoic, looking at your mother as she gathers the rest of her belongings. The divorce has been finalized, and now you can be hers. “I’m sorry, but this is the end of us. I wish you all the best, but I just don’t love you anymore.”

Your mother frowns and Natasha walks out the door to her car. She opens the trunk and puts in her bags, smiling as you lay there completely tied up with your mouth taped up, laughing to herself as you try to squirm and scream.

“C’mon baby, it’s time to go home.”

~~~

Natasha opens the trunk and pulls you out of the car, grabbing onto you and forcing you into the house as she brings you down into the basement. You kick and scream, hoping somehow you can escape her grasp and run away. She pushes you onto the floor and slaps you, causing you to shut up instantly.

“Be a good girl for me and behave, understood?” You look up at her with tears in your eyes, flinching as she grabs your face in her hand. “Shh baby, I won’t hurt you, not too badly at least. I love you and you belong to me. You’re mine now.”

She strokes your cheek, smiling as you unintentionally fall into her touch. Natasha makes her way upstairs as she prepares your special drink, and just as fast as she was gone, she came back.

“I’m going to untie you now, if you scream or fight, I will hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine. Do you understand?” You flinch as you feel the tip of her knife against your neck, nodding faintly as you look up at her. “That’s my good girl. Behave yourself, I'm warning you.”

She unties you and removes the tape, smiling as you stay still, not uttering a single word or sound.

“That’s it baby, good girl. Now be an angel and drink this, this is your special drink just for you.”

She puts the cup to your lips, and you drink it, not wanting to upset her. You finish it all and she kisses your forehead, guiding you to the bed and setting you down. Your body starts to feel weak after a couple of minutes, eyes drooping, and you lay there on the bed, letting the effects of the cocktail take over. As much as you want to get up and leave, your mind is fuzzy, and you stare up at the ceiling, falling in and out of consciousness.

Natasha smirks to herself, getting herself situated and getting everything prepared as you sit there, your body too weak to move.

An hour later she comes back in only a t-shirt and boxers as she makes her way over to you on the bed. “There’s my little princess. Now, daddy wants to play and have some fun, and you’re going to be a good girl for me and take it okay?”

You look up at her with doe eyes, your brain has gone to mush. Your mind is hazy and you can’t think of anything else but your stepmother. She starts undressing you, beaming as you don't fight back, letting her remove all your clothes until you’re fully naked. You watch as she pulls down her boxers and removes her shirt, grabbing onto her cock as she strokes it, your mouth watering at the sight. You don’t know why, but you want it in your mouth and deep inside your pussy.

“You like what you see princess, hmm? You want daddy’s cock don’t you?” You find yourself nodding, and she gets onto the bed and on top of you, stroking her dick right above your face. “Now, be a good girl and suck my cock. Watch your teeth okay? Go on baby.”

Natasha parts your lips with her tip, her pre cum coating them, and you take her dick into your mouth, sucking on it the best you can. Your head is completely empty, no thoughts in your brain other than your stepmother, and you find the taste of her addicting and wanting more. She pushes herself deeper, grunting at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around her.

“That’s it baby, just like that. You’re doing so good for me,” she moans. You gag around her as she shoves her dick down your throat, looking up at her with tears in your eyes as she face fucks you, drool and spit coming out the sides of your mouth as you deepthroat her. “Fuck! Daddy is gonna cum princess, oh you’re such a good little slut for me, taking my cock so well. You were made for me weren’t you? Not your stupid bitch of a mother. You’re mine now baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

You happily let her fuck your throat, suddenly giddy at the thought of being hers and only hers, and you choke around her as she shoots her load down your throat, doing your best to swallow everything she gives you, not wanting to disappoint her. You whine as she pulls away, grabbing at her dick and looking up at her. She laughs, smiling as she is starting to finally get you where she wants you, leaning down and kissing you as she slides her tongue into your mouth and tasting herself on it.

“Aww my princess is already addicted to my cock? My dumb little cock slut huh? Shh, baby, it’s all yours, gonna fuck your sweet little pussy and breed you like the dumb bitch you are. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’re nothing but a set of holes for me to dump my cum in, hmm?”

You moan at her words, nodding as you spread your legs. “Please daddy! Please please please!”

You don’t know what you’re begging for, but all you know is you need her inside you. Natasha smirks devilishly, sliding her cock inside you in one full thrust, causing you to moan out loud. She is so big and deep, but all you feel is pleasure and lust as she slides in and out of you at a fast pace, wrapping your legs around her as drool comes out the sides of your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as she fucks you relentlessly.

Natasha grunts and moans in your ear as she fucks you deep and hard, your walls squeezing her tight, causing her orgasm to reach its peak. You feel so good around her, better than your mother ever felt, her sweet little step daughter that she kidnapped lying underneath her. The dirty thoughts, and the amazing feeling of your pussy, causes her to release herself inside you, moaning into your ear as she hugs your body and shoots all her cum inside you, sliding in and out slowly to prolong her orgasm, making sure to stay inside you to ensure you are properly bred. Your body is weak and limp underneath her, the medicine and the rough fucking causing you to lay still.

You moan as she moves herself inside you again, and you weakly push her away.

“Shh princess, just be a good girl for me and take what I give you, you’re not going anywhere. You’re too dumb to know anything aren’t you?” You stare at her dark, hooded eyes and nod. “You need me to decide everything for you don’t you? Yeah that’s right baby, that’s my good little slut.”

You lay there for hours and hours as she uses your body however she pleases, getting fucked until you’re unconscious. This is your new home now.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff

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IM GLAD YOURE GOOD <333

also whilst we’re here. you know how girls get scary horny right before their periods? like i need to be tied to a tree like a wolf when im ab to get mine JDJDJDJ

peters never had a gf before trouble and the first time it happens he fr thinks he’s in HEAVEN. he doesn’t understand but she’s just on him 24/7 and he’s living for it. but also confused bc he can’t think of what he’s done differently to have u pouncing on him 24/7 but he’s not complaining djdjdnd

BOYFRIEND FRAT!PETER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

-i've literally had this done for like two months but i got scared and let it collect dust. not anymore bby!!!-

for the fourth time today, peter tilted his shoulder towards his face to sniff his shirt. it smells just fine, it's clean cotton. he didn't get a new fabric softener so it couldn't be that, and it's not like he got a new cologne or soap.

peter couldn't place it, but something about him lately has you absolutely feral. especially today, he almost had to peel you away from his skin so he could go to class.

'i missed you so much,' you moved quicker than peter's ever seen, his feet haven't even come to a stop on the pavement before you're kissing him.

it becomes more sensual than he's willing to provide in public.

'it was an hour, trouble. what'd you do, wait for me?' peter meant it in a teasing way, he didn't expect you to nod quickly. 'yes. you're about to open your instagram to thirty messages, i'm so sorry.'

your palms race over his arms, something about him seems ultra soft today. in the least joking way possible, he really does feel like boyfriend material. and he was all yours.

'did you know i love you? like, so much.' he did, but he still loves to have a reminder. 'i love you so much it's uncool.' you've got a glazed look in your eye.

peter knows that look and if he's being honest, he's done nothing to deserve it. the last two days you haven't been able to keep your hands off him.

is this what people mean by the honeymoon phase?

'i love you too, trouble. what's got you so mushy recently?'

puffed cheeks, no regard and absolutely no reason to hold back. 'i just really wanna fuck you.' peter takes a sharp breath, something about you being bold makes his knees weak. it must be his desire to please.

'i would, i really, really would...' with gentle scratches up and down the back of your arm, you know he's setting you up for a no. you whine and pout up at him.

'no! you're not allowed! just say yes, please say yes!'

it's literally tearing him up inside. 'baby, i'm already going to be late for my library session. i also have a chapter meeting tonight.'

'do you really-'

'yes.' there was no way he'd be budging on that one. peter made you know you were number one priority, frat responsibilities sat right under you.

if he was suggesting you'd have to wait until late, or worse, the next day, you'd die.

'what about after the library? before the meeting?'

peter's never seen you so persistent. he really doesn't know what he's done, but he won't complain one bit. he'll be a little crunched for time, but that's no reason to let you down.

'if we use your dorm, yes, i think we can make it work.'

peter’s forced to balance himself, you attacked him with a bear hug and nuzzled into his chest. ‘thank you, thank you, thank you! i’ll tell my roommate right now!’

seconds tick. he’s already late and you’re not moving, keeping him in your grasp while your thumbs fly across your phone to send out a message.

‘trouble, you’re making me late.’ because you’d be offended if he pushed you away.

a finger is held up, ramped texting takes priority. ‘trouble,’ the second you feel yourself pushed to the side you huff up at him. 'don't toss me off to the side like i'm some toy, i'm your girlfriend.'

'you're not a toy, you're just not listening, therefore making me late.'

your arms cross over your chest, 'fine. whatever, go.' peter is nowhere in the wrong, but you're making him feel like he is. if this was before, he could just walk away. but now, he has to pause and address your concerns.

he's still adjusting to boyfriend duties.

'don't get mad with me, i'm being very nice.' he is, he even let you gently bully him into getting him into your room in an hour and a half. you hold your stance, it takes a few seconds, but he catches on.

'you're not mad, you're pouty. don't be pouty, you're gonna see me in an hour.'

a toddler grumble, 'i'm gonna miss you too much.'

peter really doesn't know where the sudden desperation came from, he really needs to check in with you, but if he's any later, he's gonna piss off a whole room of people.

'i'll miss you too, trouble.' it appeases you enough, you finally allow him to pass. peter isn't able to go a full three steps until you tell him to wait, he realizes his mistake.

'sorry, c'mere.' three quick kisses, you make it hard to pull away. 'love you,' he allows you to sneak another kiss. 'love you too, petey.'

—-

one thing you loved about peter was that he was always on time, at least for you he was. just like he promised, he was at your door an hour and a half later with a hand on his stomach.

‘i’m missing dinner for this, i could be having a nice catered meal with the boys, but no, it wasn’t allowed.’

‘that’s very kind of you, handsome.’

‘i just needed to let you know, you know, in case i go lethargic or my stomach starts growling.’

‘as long as you don’t pass out on top of me, gerald’s game scared me.’ peter holds his fingers up in a scouts honor, ‘i promise.’ it’s all it takes, you reach for his shirt, clenching the fabric, you tug him in. shutting the door and slamming him against it, your lips on his in a minute.

peter’s mind is spinning, he’s never been pushed up against a wall. it feels nice, it’s a good feeling to know someone wants him so badly a tinge of aggression comes with it.

your kisses trail over his jawline, you’ve never been so desperately horny in your entire life, something about him has you dialed to ten recently. it could be the impending period, but that just feels like a fraction of the reason.

feeling slightly guilty you’ve ruined his meal plan, you pull back, just for a second to rip his shirt off. when his skin is shown, your hands race over it, he’s toned, and tanned, and down right delicious.

you scatter kisses over his chest, peering up at him. ‘are they saving you a plate?’ peter looks down, he’s lost at your words. you’re asking about plates while worshiping his body?

‘huh?’ a trail of wet marks across his collarbone.

‘dinner. are they saving you a plate?’

how do you expect him to answer while you nibble a bruise on the bottom of his neck? ‘i don’t…’ peter takes a sharp inhale, he never knew he had a sweet spot until you found it. it’s behind his ear, and he has to lean down, just slightly, but it’s so, so worth it.

‘i don’t know, probably not. guys don’t think about stuff like that.’

you pull away with a pop, raising your thumb to brush over the red mark. ‘hold on,’ you turn for your phone abandoned on your bed, on the walk over you take your own shirt off.

it’s a quick text and a quicker response, your guilty conscience cleared. ‘done. ethan said he’ll save you one.’

‘my hero.’

you jump to your bed, shimmying your pants off before sitting up on your knees, you get into position, shaking your hips at your boyfriend before arching slightly.

‘are we thinking doggy?’

peter’s still stuck to the door, ‘you wanna start with doggy? what happened to foreplay?’

you move to your back to tug your underwear off, you were only following his words. ‘you said we would be strapped for time, i’m making it easier.’

‘by blowing past the most important thing and having me jam it into you?’

you narrow your eyes at him, ‘once upon a time you didn’t care about foreplay.’

‘that’s old peter, he’s dead.’

‘let’s revive him.’

peter finally steps away from the door, he feels ten times warmer. his arms move around like he’s trying to clear the air, ‘alright, hold on, we need to talk.’

four words that are forced to put the night on pause, he could wait for a heart to heart after. ‘let’s not.’ you reach for his jeans, he steps out of reach. ‘peter! you were the one that said it would be a time crunch, i’m doing my best here, let’s go.’

‘not until you tell me why you’re so possessive lately. this whole week, you can’t get enough of me. what’s going on?’

peter’s starting to think you have some doubts running through your head and if you have enough of yourself to him he’d stick around. it’s a bogus idea but you’ve done it before to him, maybe it’s worse because there’s more to lose now with the title.

‘i’m horny.’ there wasn’t much else to add. he’s just made you wildly needy this entire week, but peter wasn't buying it. with crossed arms he waited until you really told him what was going on.

you groan, the quicker you explain, the quicker you get what you wanted. 'fine, what do you know about the menstrual cycle?'

'as little as possible.' while he's slightly more knowledgeable than most men his age, everything he's learned has been against his will.

'great. i just got off mine two weeks ago, i'm ovulating, aka, my body wants a baby real bad. not just any baby, your baby, that's why i'm so horny for you.' you hope it's enough to appease him, you shuffle around on the bed.

'fucking in this bed sucks.' there's little room for peter but you did what you could with the space you had. 'also, expect this monthly. cause, it's gonna be your problem now that you're my boyfriend.'

peter breathes deep, 'that has got to be... the best problem i've ever had in my entire life.' peter moves so quickly your head spins, he's on his knees in front of the bed while you're pulled to the edge.

kisses up the inside of your thigh has you pulling at his hair, 'peter, you're gonna be late.' you suck in hair as he nibbles on your skin. 'we don't have time for this.'

it pauses him, peter looks up into your eyes, a cocky smirk forms. 'my girl has a primal urge, and it's my job to take care of it.'

#frat!peter blurbs

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jaylaxies · 11 months

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MEMORIES BRING BACK YOU

PAIRING: ex boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, themes of jealousy, obsession, stalking, drinking, breeding, usage of nicknames.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k words

SYNOPSIS: You were just about to head to sleep when you head loud knocking on your door. Turns out, it’s your drunk ex boyfriend who claims he misses you.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: omg hihi, it’s my first time writing about jaemin! i hope you guys enjoy it! all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

It was nearing midnight when you decided to close your books. Your eyelids automatically pressed shut to find tranquillity as you had spent the entirety of your evening studying when you could have easily gone out to Johnny’s party for the night, especially when you had no tests coming up for two weeks straight.

A sigh left your mouth as you got up, changing into your most comfortable pair of shorts along with a skimpy top, which suited to be the best outfit for you while you slept.

It wasn’t as if you were trying to avoid your friends or the party, it was rather that you were trying to avoid a certain black haired guy, who’s dazzling smile stood out in the crowd.

It was none other than Na Jaemin, the guy you’ve been trying to avoid all month, especially because he kissed a random girl while being in a relationship with you. He’s been trying to apologize ever since, but you weren’t one to take his excuses.

“I thought it was you,” he had said.

Your jaw clenched as you remembered the whole scenario, your broken heart and endless tears. But what made it worse was the fact that you still wanted him, you missed him, and that’s the reason why you avoided being at the same places as him, which also included tonight’s party.

With a sigh, you tied your hair in a loose ponytail, almost getting into your bed before you heard loud banging on your front door. The noise was enough to galvanize you as you jumped slightly, your hand coming to rest on the top of your chest in an attempt to calm your fast beating heart.

Who would come this late at night?

You hurried to check it out, looking out of the peephole to find a very disoriented and drunk Jaemin, who was mumbling something which was inaudible to you before he raised his voice.

“Open up, angel,” he spoke, “let me in, you know you’re still fucking mine. You belong to me.”

You bit your lower lip, trying to contain your feelings yet even you couldn’t deny how your skin shivered when he called you his. You didn’t know whether to open the door or not.

But you did know that you didn’t want your neighbours to hear Jaemin.

Hesitantly, you opened the door which was a successful attempt to make him stop shouting. His grin widened when he saw you, eyebrows raising once his eyes took you in from head to toe.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked, agitated.

“I missed you, kitten,” he whispered.

It would have been a sweet thing to say if he said it when he was sober, but his current situation didn’t make things better, especially when you noticed the switch in his expression. Lust took over his senses.

“Jaemin, you should go home,” you said, voice softer for him to understand.

He chuckled, it almost sounded sinister. He looked sinister with his messy hair falling over his eyes, his glossy lips turned up in a smile, his shirt which was halfway unbuttoned, revealing his torso and showing the slightest bit of his defined abs.

“Why would I go home when you’re here, kitten?” He asked, stepping closer and also shutting the door in the process, “you know I love you, right?”

It was bad enough that you were anticipating it, and then it got worse when your heart fluttered at his confession. You wish you had one bit of self respect for yourself, you thought you did, but it was quick to fly out of the window as soon as Jaemin turned up at your door.

He took another step closer and your body felt weak, “I know you won’t let a little mistake get in between us,” he cradled your face.

Your body shivered with the proximity. He smelled of alcohol mixed with the scent of his musky yet lightweight perfume. It was intoxicating.

“Jaem—” you tried to say but he cut you off.

“That’s not what my kitten calls me,” he whispers, nose touching yours.

You gulped, knees feeling weaker by second, “nana,” you let out softly, causing his smile to grow.

“That’s right, that’s my good girl,” he praised and you swore his voice sounded even more sensual whenever he whispered.

Your mind had blanked out, the only things you could still register were Jaemin and his voice. However, you tried to convince him with the littlest sanity left inside you, “nana,” you said, “it’s too late, maybe you should go home and get some rest, yeah?”

That seemed to have angered Jaemin because he grabbed your nape and pulled you even closer to him, lips almost touching.

“Are you trying to make me leave, kitten? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asked, exasperated.

“Of course, I’m happy—”

“So why are you doing this? Do you have someone else now? I’ll fucking kill them.” Your eyes widened at his statement, his tone even deeper now.

“Oh my god, no! That’s not it,” you tried to say.

He scoffed, “I fucking saw Haechan leave your house two days back, are you fucking him now?” He raised his brows, almost like a challenge.

That was enough to bring you back to your senses. Even though you did not fuck around with Hyuck, it wasn’t any of Jaemin’s business to be lurking around your place.

He was stalking you.

“Why do you care? Are you a stalker now?” You raised your voice for the first time.

“Because you’re fucking mine, kitten,” he growled, turning you around and pushing you against the door.

His plush lips were quick to be pressed against yours, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine but you didn’t kiss him back.

With his fingers gripping your waist harder, he pushed his knee in between your legs and your thin shorts barely acted as a barrier between his rough jeans and your cunt.

A gasp left your mouth, which just provided him with the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat. He tasted like raspberry and beer mixed together, you tried to keep your walls up but it was beyond you how this guy managed to make you swoon over him despite fucking everything up.

Slowly, you gave in as your body worked on its own accord, rubbing on his knee while your lips whispered out his name before kissing him back with equal intensity, as if you were transferring all your frustrations into him.

He only smirked, trailing his soft lips down your neck, “I’m gonna have to mark you up, kitten. I need to teach you who you belong to,” he murmured against your weak spot, right below your jaw.

He had your body memorized, his fingers tracing your nipples in circles through your skimpy top, which again, provided you with no help as you could feel his warm fingers too distinctly.

“Jump,” he commanded, tapping your thighs twice as he picked you up effortlessly and walked towards your bedroom, continuing to ruin your neck as he sucked it strong enough for purple marks to appear.

Your breath was shaky, your whole body was in his control as he took you to your bed, getting on top of you with his devilish smirk, his lips glistening more than ever as he kissed you, a string of saliva connected your mouth when he leaned back and diverted his attention to your shorts.

“Seems like you were waiting for me, kitten. Why else would you dress up like this, huh?” He asked, his voice almost innocent despite his words, and actions.

He proceeded to grab the upper portion of your top, your eyes widening as he tore it open, not wasting a second in taking your tits in his mouth. You rubbed your thighs together, wetness pooling down your shorts as you were devoid of panties, just how he liked it.

“Did you fuck yourself with that filthy toy of yours when you missed me?” He asked, his hand coming down to cup your clothed wetness.

“Nana,” you whimpered, body heating up as your eyes teared up with pleasure. You had missed him so much.

It was embarrassing how he knew exactly what you did, using a dildo to replace his huge cock, trying to feel something but you couldn’t. Nothing compared to his cock.

“Did it make you cum?” He asked, jaw clenched as wrapped his fingers around your neck, your eyes almost closed shut with how your body shuddered.

“No,” you whispered, bucking up your hips to meet his palm pathetically.

“That’s right. Now tell me who makes you cum, kitten?” His voice sounded like pure melody, he talked to you as if you were a baby.

“Nana makes me cum s—so hard!” You whimpered, how smirk growing.

That’s all it took for him to rip open your shorts too, your eyes widening as you saw his sleeves tightening with his muscles flexing.

He was so hot.

You didn’t get a chance to mourn for your destroyed clothes as he pushed his two digits right into your cunt, knowing that you’ll easily take him in with your dripping wetness.

He was right.

Your back arched as the room seemed hazy to you, covered with the thick mist of your sinful activities. Your walls clenched, taking his fingers in deeper as you ached for more of him. All of him.

“No bra, no panties,” he said, “just how I like it,” he whispered right in your ear as his hand started to pump in you at a faster pace.

He didn’t stop, muttering the filthiest things in your ear. Something about Jaemin being fully dressed while you were fully naked in front of him felt hot to you. He treated you like a doll.

You whined, stuttering midway at the feeling of your walls squeezing him in, his chuckle only sending you into a frenzy. You were so gone when it came to him.

“I can’t—” you whined, feeling heat pool up in your abdomen.

He chuckled, “not so fast, kitten.”

You took a deep breath, excitement filling up your veins as you saw him remove his clothes, unbutton his shirt to reveal his abs, and unbuckling his belt to get rid of his pants.

You groaned, almost shuddering when you saw his hardened cock, tip angry and leaking as he caught the sight of your wet slit again.

“Nana’s gonna make you cum on his cock,” he grinned.

You looked so innocent to him, desperate for his cock, his touch. Desperate for him. He got on top of you yet again, his hand smoothly taking off your scrunchie, letting your hair free.

“My pretty kitten,” he whispered, successfully capturing all your attention, which was on his face.

It was a given that you didn’t think about the fact that he was going to slam his dick into you so hard that you’d dig your nails into his shoulders, only making him smirk wider.

“So, wet for me,” he bottomed out, thrusting in yet again, hitting your g-spot, as you barely could utter a word, “I knew it, you can’t stay without me, not when you want my cock shoved into you every twenty four hours,” he increased his force, the bed slightly shaking at his intense pace.

The noise of his balls smacking your ass reverberated all over the room as you bit your lip to contain the lewd moans which threatened to escape. He knew your high was near with how your stomach tightened.

He kept his hand on your lower abdomen, getting a feel of how deep his cock is inside you and how your stomach feels so full when he thrusts into you. You could basically see his imprint on your skin.

“Kitten loves it when Nana fucks his babies into her, doesn’t she?” He whispered, kissing a tear on your cheek.

You loved it.

“Say it,” he urged you, eyes demanding.

“I want your babies in me,” you said, voice shaky as he never once stopped thrusting into you.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, his smile turning angelic for just a second before he started ramming his cock into you.

You screamed and moaned, throat hurting as you blacked out for a second, reaching your high as you felt his warm liquid coating your walls, filling you up with a few more thrusts before he held you in his arms, sitting up.

“I knew you had missed me too, kitten,” he smiled.

“Guess we’ll be together forever.”

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lucilleslore · 4 months

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please give us a period sex fic 🥺

i see coryo as someone who kind of hyperfixates on anything ‘messy’. loves it when you give him head and it’s extra sloppy and wet. loves seeing the little ring that your cunt leaves at the base of his dick. likes it when your lying on your back, mouth slightly open as you adjust to him being inside of you and he can lean forward and land some spit onto your tongue. no one would ever think it - and he wouldn’t admit it - but he thinks the messier the better.

couple that with his attraction towards red and towards having you whenever he likes, he can’t resist just taking you whenever you’re on it. you’ve tried denying him too but something about seeing him so feral, so needy; you happily lay back and let him take care of you. if anything it’s better than normal. coryo gets this borderline insane look in his eye that has you on cloud nine. makes you feel in control of him for once and that’s exactly what you want.

of course he just slips into you so easily. physically can’t control the whimpers that escape his mouth at the feel of it. of how fucking soaked you are, so warm and welcoming; just sucking him right in. in his desperation coryo shoves your legs wider open and you blush crimson at being so exposed, hands coming up to fidget by your mouth as he devours you with his eyes. ‘so pretty,’ he’d murmur under his breath, almost sounding in disbelief.

now you try and make excuses for him; maybe it’s just because it’s a little taboo, maybe those myths about soul ties really are true but one thing is really certain. it’s definite. coryo is drunk on your cunt. on how dirty it should feel but how deep down it just doesn’t. it feels right in a way, more intimate than he’d ever admit to. your pussy is sloppy and wet and when he bottoms out deep inside his pretty blue eyes roll back in his head. he can barely even make himself pull out, half the time just rutting into the warmth between your thighs.

and the things he says. doesn’t sound like himself honestly, most of the time can’t even get the words out. he’s hoarse and breathless, murmuring obscenities against your swollen lips. ‘y’r mine aren’t you? lettin’ me have this pussy whenever i want it. so good, such a good girl.’ its then that he really sheds his inhibitions, lets his thumb gather up some of your slick and rub it around your clit until you’re sobbing and weak.

he pulls out when he comes. likes to watch the white ropes of it coat your already messy cunt. rubs the head of his cock over your folds so it really goes everywhere and after he feels this sense of calm, knowing you’ve been well and truly claimed by him <3

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow smut #- !concepts!

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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Operation Saving Sallow

Word Count: 2.4 k

Themes: fluffy fluff fluff, Sebastian Sallow x f!reader, featuring the lovely friends you made along the HL games

Summary: A girl gave Seb candies laced with love potion. You were rightfully jealous. Your friends were there to help you solve the case.

A splash of water hit your face, small drops of water dripped down onto the sink, echoing through the empty bathroom. The old cloudy mirror in front you showed the absolute sorry state that you were currently in – hair tied up in a messy ponytail, lips chapped from the lack of hydration, the ends of your school robe muddy from being dragged through your journey around the highland. You smacked your cheeks a couple times, causing the skin to break into a rose-colored hue. It was a trick you read in a beauty book your mom owned back in London. Biting your lips, you wished it would somewhat create a red tint, hoping it would make your face appear livelier. Two students barged through the door, pulling you away from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you made your way to the Divination class.

You didn’t care about your appearance before, to be quite honest. Often times you ran around the school with gears that you found in a treasure chest somewhere deep in caves. There were nobody to impress anyway, you found prioritizing about your defensive capabilities benefited you more anyways. Things did slowly change when you took an interest to the infamous Sebastian Sallow. You thought of him as friends at first. He was an outgoing person and a notorious flirt, so you didn’t think much about the brunette. However, the constant owls you receive -- noting invitations to explore the forest and mines, Sebastian showing you the Undercroft where no one else other than Ominis knew, and going so far as introducing you to Anne, you couldn’t help but think that there were something quite special between the two of you. “I like when you put your hair up,” he said once during your study period in the library. From that point onward, you took a little bit of time in a morning to tie your hair, either in a ponytail or a bun.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in the Divination Classroom, you stared at the circular glass in front of you. A slew of students shuffled into the classroom, one of them is the popular Ravenclaw student, Emma Ainsley. Emma was probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in the school, soft long blonde hair naturally swayed behind her, cute button nose, and a pair of beautiful deep-blue eyes. She was holding a boy’s hand, and it was none other than Sebastian. They were giggling about something, the students stared at them, whispering gossips and snickering to each other. You blankly stared at the orb in front of you, wishing that the glass would absorb you in and let you disappear.

“Well, that is not a sight you expect.” Natty took the seat next to you, setting her books down.

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” said Poppy, also taking her seat on the other side. Natty stared at the Hufflepuff, widening her eyes. Poppy shrugged and offered you a Chocolate Frog. “Do you want one?”

You flashed a weak smile before glancing at Sebastian again, now sitting together next to Emma. Merlin, You were convinced someone switched places with the boy overnight. The first thing that he would do before class started was to greet you, teasing you about missing assignments. You swore you never saw him talk to Emma before. It’s obvious that a boy his age most likely would develop a crush on someone, but you rightfully were taken aback when he confessed his infatuation with the Ravenclaw. Maybe, deep down, you wished you were in her position instead.

You let out a huge sigh, cueing Poppy to give you a tender pat on your back.

Lunchtime was not particularly appetizing that day. You toyed with the food on your plate, occasionally picking the grilled chicken and popping a bite in your mouth.

“That is it, I will press even if you don’t want to talk about it.” Natty faced you, arms crossed in front of her, “I cannot stand seeing you mope around the entire day.”

“We all know it’s Sebastian, right?” Poppy chimed in, taking a swing of pumpkin juice.

You covered your face with your hands, not wanting to see your friends concerned gaze. You sighed, again. You admitted, “Yes, it is Sebastian. I am at my wit’s end, I have no idea what happened and out of nowhere he is head over heal in love with Emma!” You quickly added, “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything… I just wished he would tell me before making a move on someone. I thought I’m one of his closest friend!”

“Oh, trust me, I’m lost too.” You heard a male voice behind you. Quickly, you whipped your head around to find Ominis looming over. The point of his wand glowing red.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, “I thought you’d know something about this!” You scootched over, guiding the blonde boy to sit down next to you.

“Honestly, he woke up and all he talks about is Emma this, Emma that. I swear I was this close from pushing him out from the window.” He huffed.

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Natty’s eyebrows twisted in confusion, “You can’t just love someone out of nowhere.”

The group was startled when they heard footsteps closing in in front of them. It was the man of the hour, Sebastian, with Emma clutching his arm. “Hey, this a good day, isn’t it? Shall we take a walk to Hogsmead later?” He grins. “But Sebbie, you promised that we would go together!” Emma pursued her lips and clinged on him harder. You had to muster your whole strength to not cringe from the scene in front of you, while Ominis visibly gagged from the scene. “Sorry mates, we’ll hang out later, yeah? I need to accompany my dear Em-em.” He cheered as they took a spot at the far side of the room.

“I think I ought to be sick.” You banged your head to the table.

“Count me in too. Just tell me when and I will gladly smack them both with my broom.” Imelda Reyes chimed in. Imelda and Samantha Dale popped in and joined the table. Samantha added, “But I think I know what happened.”

The group hurdled together, lowering their voices.

“Poppy and Ominis, do you remember what we brew during the potion class couple days ago?” Samantha questioned, eyeing her two classmates.

You could sense a lightbulb turned on in Ominis’ mind, “Amortentia!” he shouted, immediately being shushed by Natty, “The love potion! That’s it! I remember I saw chocolate candy wrappings on his bedside table last night.”

“Ohoho, seems like our own so-called Slytherin finest is getting the poisoned!” Imelda cracked out a cheeky snicker.

You let out a relived sigh. By this point, your feelings had beaten your rational thoughts. Yes, you were beyond jealous to see another girl putting her hands all over Sebastian. And yes, you had taken a keen interest in Sebastian Sallow. You’d hate to admit it, but you can feel the whole group knew about it already – judging by the way they immediately shot you coy smiles.

“Now you don’t have to worry again, my friend.” Natty giggled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, hugging you close.

“W-worry about what?” You blinked, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“All right now, we’ll deal with this together.” uttered Samantha, “We got your back, Y/N.”

“Okay team, the rundown of Operation Saving Sebastian as follows,” Imelda proudly proclaimed as Ominis groaned, earning a smack from the girl, “Ominis and I will find the candy wrapper and report it to Professor Sharp. Samantha and Poppy will distract Emma away from Sebastian. Natty and Y/N, you will ask Sebastian for a duel and knock him out.”

“Do we really need to knock him out?” you questioned.

“Well, it does say on my notes that a good night sleep is the best way to significantly reduce the potion’s effects…” Samantha shrugged, followed by the team. You felt bad, it’s like the group collectively agreed that Sebastian’s a bit of a knobhead.

You heard Samantha and Poppy were able to convince Emma that they need to tend the mooncalves after the Magical Beast Class. Poppy did earlier rambled on about how one of thee female mooncalves was pregnant and need extra care.

Both you and Natty found Sebastian sitting in front of the fountain at the Transfiguration courtyard, smiling while looking at the sun. You heard him muttering about how the sky was as bright as Emma’s eyes. “Hey there, Sebastian.” You approached the love-stricken boy, “I’d thought it’s been a while since we went on a duel. Care to indulge me and Natty?”

“Well, I was waiting for Emma, but a duel does sound enticing.” He nodded as he followed the two girls. You mentally facepalmed – even a love potion didn’t stop this boy from his obsession with duelling challenges. Natty also gave you a look, this is the boy you have a crush on?

Lucan, as usual, was elated that Sebastian, Natty, and you were up for a duel. After all, the three students were the top of the club. It didn’t take long until a small crowd of students gathered around the duelling courtyard. You stood next to Natty, as Sebastian took his stance at the opposite side.

“Too scared to face me alone, eh?” He taunted, starting the duel with a basic cast aimed to you. You rolled your eyes and casted Protego and Stupefy followed after. Sebastian dodged the spell before being lifted up by Natty’s Levioso. You casted another rounds of basic casts before he dropped down, immediately casting a Depulso to Natty, pushing her back.

“I wished Emma can see me win!” Sebastian shouted.

That was it, the nail on the coffin. You swore you would take this lightly, “Just knock him out a bit.” You heard Samantha’s voice in your head. Yet, this whole day was frustrating enough for you. Using your ancient magic prowess, you lifted a small box and hurled it to Sebastian, hitting it against his head. The crowd went oooh! as Sebastian was rendered unconscious, comically slamming his body down on the floor, limbs sprawled everywhere.

Lucan immediately rushed to the Slytherin boy, “The winners are Natty and Y/N!” he shouted, “… and somebody should bring Seb to the hospital wing!”

“We’ll do it, Lucan, thank you.” You shuffled closer to the body on the floor, hoisting him on your shoulder. Natty joined you in a jiffy, grabbing Sebastian’s other arm around her shoulders.

“You didn’t need to go that far!” Natty whispered, although you saw her fighting a smile.

“That’s what he get for breaking my heart.” You both laughed as you travelled to the hospital wing.

You laid down Sebastian on an empty cot, explaining to the nurse that it was a duelling mishap. The nurse shook her head and mumbled about getting us a detention. You couldn’t care less, at least now the plan is almost done.

“Sebbie! What have these two brutes done to you?” You and Natty tensed as you heard Emma burst through the doors, running towards Sebastian, “Oh my dear, I am here for you!”

Emma looked at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now. “Why are you here? Move aside, I’m his girlfriend!”

You stuttered, “W-well, I’m his… friend.” You felt very stupid right now.

Just before Emma could utter other word, you heard several footsteps approaching the cot. Professor Sharp stood over the cot, presenting the candy wrapper to Emma. “Care to explain what this is?” He questioned. Ominis, Imelda, Samantha, and Poppy followed after, curious about how the story unfolded, you’d wager.

“I-it’s, uh.. I-“ Emma jumbled her words, trying to salvage the situation she was in.

“Save it, Ms. Ainsley, I shall see you in detention this evening. I shall also deduct some points from Ravenclaw.” Professor Sharp shook his head, “I’m very disappointed in you.” Emma ran out of the hospital, wailing.

Suddenly, you felt a hand squeezed yours. Sebastian groaned loudly, blinking a few times in confusion. “Why is everyone here?” He looked around, “Why am I in the hospital wing? Did something happen? Ouch!” The boy yelped as he felt a tender spot on his forehead. You shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.

“Mr. Sallow, do you recognize this?” Professor Sharp placed the candy wrapper on Sebastian hands. The brunette inspected it and muttered, “Yes, Emma Ainsley gave some candies. Said she got extra from Hogsmead. I remember they tasted weird though…”

Everybody was silent as Sebastian glanced over the candy, and then to Professor Sharp. “Oh,” the wires in his head were now connected, “was it laced with Amortentia?”

“Ten points for Slytherin.” Professor Sharp said sarcastically, “ I can’t believe I should tell you fifth years to not eat candies from strangers,” he sighed, “although, I suppose getting one unconscious is the best way to minimize the effects, yet I don’t see the need to bruise the person.”

“Sorry…” you squeezed Sebastian’s hand back.

“Well, I shall leave you all to it.” said the Professor as he walked away from the room.

“You owe us!” Imelda laughed -- The group collectively nodded.

“I think the true lovebirds need some time alone, I’d say.” Natty voiced her friends’ thoughts. They giggled, leaving Sebastian and you alone. You flashed a smile to the group, making a mental note to treat them butterbeer sometime in the future.

You grabbed a hot towel next to the cot, pressing it against Sebastian’s forehead. He winced, “Care to explain this?”

“Natty and I bested you on a duel and… I accidentally used my ancient magic, hitting you with a box?” you grinned, “I’m sorry, I was taken over by my emotions.”

“Emotions?” Sebastian smirked, “What do you mean?”

Your face was as red as a tomato at this point, “Nothing, forget about it!” you were about to get up before he held onto your robes.

“You injured me, I think you owe me an explanation still.” He smiled widely, probably enjoyed seeing you flustered like this.

You bit your lower lip, murmuring, “Do you actually have special feelings for Emma?”

Sebastian faked a gasp, “Perhaps I sense a jealousy?” You glared at him, earning a laugh from the boy, “No, I do not have feelings for her.”

You looked away, lips forming a huge smile. The two sat there for a while, hands intertwined. Sebastian’s thumb stroking your fingers. “So..” he broke the silence, “I believe a compensation is in order for bruising my head.”

You sighed as you leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on the red spot. You guess Sebastian wasn’t expecting it, seeing how red his face became.

Maybe the days ahead wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow #seb being stupid as always #natsai onai #natty #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #samantha dale #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hehe another one of my rambles

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miinatozakiii · 8 months

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all mine

hirai momo x fem!reader

summary: your dinner reservation might have to wait until next time because momo looks too good.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: smut ; cursing

a/n: i haven't been the same since I saw the first pic ^, had me on the ground.

girl breakfast girl snack girl lunch girl appetizer girl dinner girl dessert girl water girl midnight snack girl-

you're going to be late. you're going to be so incredibly late.

sana had invited you out with the rest of the group, of course, you accepted the offer and promised you'd meet her in the evening. seems like the plans had changed.

i mean, how could you resist when your girlfriend looked so fucking amazing, even in that simple outfit. her jeans were so casual, some washed out dark gray color, and her hair was really cute tied up like that. what got you was the way her abs were exposed, and you couldn't stop staring while you watched her use her phone as she waited for you to be done. she just had to look so fuckable, and you were unexpectedly craving something else at that moment.

you're going to be so late; actually, you don't even know if you'll make it.

momo sees you eye-fucking her and it's as if she read your mind. one thing leads to another, and momo has you against the counter of your shared dorm, her lips are working at your neck and the gasps that leave your lips arouse her even more. it's hard to focus or even choke out words while she's biting and nipping at you relentlessly, but you manage.

"momo- fuck," you groan, eyes shutting as she sucks on your sweet spot. "shit, we're- we're going to be late- ah!" you yelp as she pushes her knee into your core, and your knees feel so terribly weak.

"you started it," momo says in between kisses. "do you want me to stop?"

you whimper in response, momo smirks against your skin.

momo pulls away and your lips meet again, your arms link around her neck, pushing her deeper into your lips as you savor her. your senses are overwhelmed; momo's hands fumble with your shirt and waist band, and her fingers make contact with your skin so lightly, it makes you so incredibly weak. your nose is filled with her scent and fuck, you need to know what perfume she uses because it's intoxicating and you've never smelled any peach fragrance that was this tempting.

momo lifts you onto the counter with ease and you settle down, sitting on the marble and continuing to kiss her. your tongues messily move against each other, swirling around, exploring each other's mouths.

you're biting momo's lower lip to slow down everything, trying to recompose yourself even as you stare at her messy hair, flushed cheeks, and bruised lips. you kiss her again, this time it's slow and not rushed whatsoever.

"sana," another peck to momo's lips.

"is going to-" another kiss.

"hate us." you finish, and you kiss her again but it's longer now that you've finished your sentence. momo kisses back and her hands roam your body – she can't get enough of you.

"the rest are going to be there," she mumbles, kissing down to your jawline, "just let her know something came up."

you let out a shaky breath as she latches onto your neck again. "they're going to know we're," you grip her shoulder tightly, "that we're, you know." and you barely manage to let out your words properly.

"that i'll be fucking you so hard you can't walk?" momo smirks. you bite your lip – she's driving you crazy.

you motion for momo to move over so you can get off the counter; you desperately need either her mouth or fingers in you and immediately – you don't even care – you just need to do something about the throbbing in your core.

you lock lips with momo again, her fingers digging into your skin – just above your waist – and you lead the way to the couch in the living room.

you push momo down on the couch and she looks up at you with hunger. momo props herself up with her arms as you lower yourself onto her lap, and she licks her lips as she watches you quickly slip off your top. your lips are parted and your pupils are incredibly dilated from the way momo had been arousing you earlier, your chest moves up and down as your breaths get heavier.

"fuck, y/n." momo mumbles. she gazes at you for a moment, savoring all of you. her eyes gaze into yours, down to your lips, to your marked up lower neck, and down to your bra-covered chest. momo can't wait to have you completely undone. your lips make their way back to momos, they're like magnets and there's such a strong force of attraction when it comes to momo's lips, they're the only lips that draw you in.

the two of you kiss for a while, soft, small touches from momo tend to make you wetter by the second and fuck, you're so hot and bothered. you pull away and momo whines a little, her fingers on her neck tighten, but they let loose as you move yourself off to slip off those damn pants you had been wearing.

the pulse in between your legs gets worse, and you need to do something about it now or you're going to fucking lose it. momo seems to notice your neediness and works at her jeans with her thin, nimble fingers and slides them off, just down so that they catch at her ankle, but before she had done so, she takes her phone out the pocket and sets it on the couch.

momo's hands travel to your hips and she guides you so that the throbbing area in between your legs is just above her tense, toned thigh.

"sit." momo says, and you do.

your breath catches as soon as your core hits her skin, and your panties are fucking soaked. momo smirks at you and bites her lip, she moves her thigh just a bit for you to get started on relieving the problem in between your legs. you groan lowly and throw your head back as you start to grind down, putting a hand on momo's shoulder for support, she can't get enough of you.

"fuck momo, oh fuck-"

the dark-haired woman watches you with amusement, and she watches you so hungrily as you get off from just her thigh. momo reaches for the phone that's near her and you look at her in confusion, and with furrowed brows from the way you're about to reach your high.

she taps at the phone a bit and holds the phone to her ear,

"momo what- shit, what are you?" you can't even form a coherent sentence, so you slow down the pace which you had been rubbing against her.

"did i tell you to stop? keep going," she orders lowly, and you do as she says. the room is filled with your low whimpers, groans, and pleas as momo continues to hold the phone to her ear, and when she finally speaks again you stop grinding against her completely.

"sana? hey, hi. sorry, we can't make it, y/n is feeling sick." momo says, and she narrows her eyes at you, mouthing a keep going as she continues to hold the phone to her ear. you bite down on your lip to muffle the low moans as you whimper, and momo speaks again. "yeah, y/n can tell you, she's with me. why don't you tell sana how sick you are?" momo suggests, and she's handing the phone to you, her brows raised and a smirk apparent on her lips. you catch your breath,

"hey y/n! how are you feeling?" sana's voice is heard from the phone in your hand – which, you can barely hold properly. momo holds your hips down and grinds you against her thigh herself, since you're so occupied talking to your best friend. you bite back various noises as she presses against your clit with her thumb, putting a bent finger in your mouth to bite down on it.

"h-hey sana," your breath is shaky, but you figure it's fine since sick people might sound like that, right? you can't even think clearly.

"god, you sound so wobbly, everything okay?"

"yeah I just-" and you almost moan so fucking loudly right then and there from the way momo slides her finger against your folds. "i-i'm, i'm so tired, my temperature, everthings so-"

you groan into the phone.

"y/n?"

"s-sorry my head hurts really b-bad, my stomach, i-" you pant into the phone once more, a small groan escaping your lips. "i'll call you back, i-i need medicine, bye, sorry."

you hang up immediately and throw the phone down on the couch. momo chuckles in amusement.

"god, you're so- fuck!" you practically shout as momo circles her finger on your clit, making you tighten the grip on her shoulder, you close your eyes and your mouth opens.

you're so fucking close, you're at your tipping point. your whole lower body is aching from the way your high builds up, and you're grinding down against momo's thigh so desperately, you need her. momo gropes your bra-clad chest and rubs her thumb against the material, that's when it gets to you.

"come on baby," momo coos, "you're so cute."

there's a loud curse that you practically shout out as you cum on her, and momo's thigh is completely soaked from all of your juices. your head drops down to momo's other shoulder, whispering her name and cursing under your breath as your grind down slowly to catch your breath, and recompose yourself in general.

you're trembling and fuck, you're already sore, momo smiles at her work.

"shit," your girlfriend mutters as she digs her fingers into your skin. you pull away and then kiss her lips sloppily, putting a hand in her tied hair and pulling the hair tie off.

you part away from her and your breaths are still heavy, though you're looking at her so hungrily and you need to eat something now since you basically threw away your plans to eat with sana and the rest. you're aching but that doesn't matter, you'd rather be aching and full.

the words that come out your mouth the next second make the area in between momo's legs pulse.

"get the fuck up and sit on my face, now."

momo bites her lip, she nods obediently. it's going to be a long night, especially with that craving of yours.

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pairing: charles leclerc ; carlos sainz ; max verstappen ; toto wolff ; rbr!sebastian vettel ; astonmartin!sebastian vettel ; lewis hamilton x reader

warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of dacryphilia, brief mention of chocking, mention of face sitting, mention of fingers in mouth, mention of hickeys, mention of little bites, possessiveness

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CHARLES LECLERC

This man is definitely a dom… but if you really want him to be a sub, he can also be one.

“I’ll do anything for you, baby…tell me what I should do and I’ll do it mon amour, I swear.”

“Please don’t stop, ma jolie…S'il-vous-plaît!”

You sometimes really love him as a sub, but you still couldn’t deny that you love him even more as a dom.

“You're so cute when you’re struggling.”

“You know you’re mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

CARLOS SAINZ

99% a typical dom but oh those beautiful puppy dog eyes that carry this 1%.

Te quiero mucho, cariño, me arrodillaría por ti, mi amor.” I love you so much, baby, I would go on my knees for you, my love.

LOVES it when you sit on his face while he looks up at you with those brown puppy dog eyes, whining and groaning every time you pull on his hair to pull him closer.

Enough of puppy dog eyes Carlos, let’s go to possessive Carlos 'cause oh my go was this man possessive over what he claims to be his.

Pulls you closely by your waist to his body and roughly squeezes your skin if he catches you talking to Charles for a little to long.

ALWAYS forces you by your chin or throat to look at him if you refuse to do so.

“Los ojos puestos en mí, pequeña zorra.” Eyes on me, you little slut.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

He doesn’t get called 'mad max' or hot headed or stone cold for no reason.

This man doesn’t only always dominates the racing tracks, but you as well.

Without a doubt, this man would do anything for you, but only if you would be ready to do anything for him.

“You better do as I say or you’ll be regretting it my love, I swear.”

“Oh you want to play that kind of game? Flirting around with my rivals? Then so it be, y/n baby, let’s see where it takes you.”

LOVES to taste you, no matter how attractive he thinks it is to see the bulge trough your stomach, eating you out is for him the best thing in the world, even better than winning.

TOTO WOLFF

A dom. The only logical way to say it. A. Dom.

LOVES to make you beg.

“Go on, c'mon — say please.”

“Ask me nicely and I may let you cum.”

This man enjoys watching you suck on his fingers — especially his thumb, way to much.

“Just like that schatzi, yes — that’s my good little girl, am I right?”

LOVES towering over your figure, looking down at you with a stern gaze while he’s making you feel all shy and weak.

“Not having such a bratty mouth, now do we, little one?”

LANDO NORRIS

Maybe sometimes a dom if a race didn’t go as planned or just simply after a bad day but most of the time definitely a sub.

LOVES to worship you like you're some kind of goddess to him.

Also loves to kiss your thighs for what feels like hours before he pleases you with his tongue.

And definitely whining and moaning every time you pull on his hair.

“Is this comfortable for you, baby? Are you comfortable?”

“C'mere, let me take care of you, my darling,” he would whisper into your ear before he would give you the softest neck kisses.

But when he had a bad day? You do exactly as he says.

“Get on your knees and just shut up, okay? Just like that, f-fucking perfect, b-baby.”

RBR!SEBASTIAN VETTEL

Let’s be honest…dom is literally him. It was invented because of him.

LOVES to mark you up to show everybody that you're his.

Leaves hickeys and little bites all over your body — your neck, your chest, your back, even on your thighs and abdomen.

“Want every single person on this goddamn planet to see that you’re mine, understand me?”

“Every time you’ll try oh so desperately to cover them up, I’ll give you even more and even stronger ones… and believe me when I tell you that they’ll hurt even more, mein liebling.” my love.

POSSESSIVE OVER YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE.

“Every single day I’ll make sure that you’re mine and you’re still here right now looking like some slut, c'mere.”

ALWAYS having a hand on you. Either on your thigh or around your waist or over your shoulder or simply holding your hand, obviously visibly showing everybody that you’re his.

THIS MAN HAS A BIG THING FOR DACRYPHILIA, YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE.

“Aww, is she crying? Did I make her cry simply because of my big cock? How sweet is that!?”

“Don’t wipe your tears away, it’s okay meine liebe, my love, I love seeing what I do to you.”

But in the end, you know that he’s always there for you and would also do absolutely anything for you.

“Thank you for supporting me every race, seriously… I love you so much.”

Bonus;

ASTONMARTIN!SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

HE'S SO BABYGIRL PLS THIS MAN COULDN'T HURT ANYBODY!

“I love you mein liebling, so so so much, to the moon and back!” And you were always only able to laugh at his sweet words.

ALWAYS wants to take care of you.

You go out and need to put your coat on? He quickly grabs it and helps you put it on.

It’s wildly raining and you don’t want to get your beautiful new pair of high heels that he bought you wet? He immediately — without hesitation, picks you up bridal style and carries you to the car.

Maybe doesn’t want to admit it but one of his favourite things to do is baking with you.

“Sweetheart, can you please hand me the flour?” “Here you go, mein liebling.” my darling.

AND LOVES CUDDLING MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

“Come in my arms, baby — c'mere.”

“I love to hold you, I love you.”

LEWIS HAMILTON:

Honestly… a dom.

If he tells you to do that and that, you better do exactly that and that.

VERY demanding and cocky.

“C'mere — I said, come. here.”

“You’ll listen very carefully now, alright?”

COULD BE THE SOFTEST BF EVER BUT TURNS INTO THE BIGGEST DOM IN JUST A SECOND.

“You wanna say that again?”

“No, no, no, repeat that, c'mon.”

LOVES to let you ride him.

“Just like that, oh my god, you’re bouncing so fucking good on my cock.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #Carlos sainz #max verstappen #Toto wolff #lando Norris #rbr!seb Vettel #rbr!seb #dark!rbr!seb #lewis hamilton #smut #smutty

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ノアちゃん🎂 by 紺菓

#Blue Archive #Ushio Noa #Silver Hair #Purple Eyes #Long Hair #Stockings #Legs #Thighs #Tie #Girls in ties are a weakness of mine

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 7 months

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Your Mihawk has me weak on my knees so I wanted to request something for him.

S/O has scars on her body, mainly on arms. She does fight but some of them look… too precise. One time after she loses a fight she is really pissed and nervous, she goes to a place alone. There he sees her just giving herself a scar with a knife on her arm. Turns out she was taught scars are signs of losses and if she doesn't get one in battle then afterwards she needs to do it herself. That's why she's so determined to always win. She hates scars.

@patisilence tagging since I'm not sure if you'll get this since I had to save it as a draft to format everything right.

Anyway.

I DID IT I ACTUALLY FINISHED IT

I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

And I honestly really really want to thank you. This is my first ever fic-request, for one.

And also, writing this has been an absolute emotional rollercoaster. I have kind of a personal history with self-harm and I wanted to depict it as realistically as possible. Which resulted in heavy focus on character development, which resulted in this practically turning into a novella. I'm going to split it up into a few chapters to streamline things and link them all in this post.

If I do it right, then the entire thing should already be posted when I post this, but I'm still pretty new to Tumblr so bear with me. Each chapter should be between 3k-4k words.

And ALSO ALSO I've been planning a longer Mihawk X OC fic, and I really hope you don't mind me using this concept for it? Because it honestly ties a lot of things together for me

Soooooo without further ado, here's the whole author note thing.

Your Scars Are Mine

Ch. 1

LA! Mihawk X AFAB!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Mentions of Violence, I guess that's it, I'm bad at this

⚠️ MASSIVE ASS TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ : Self-harm, Blood, Implied PTSD

Summary: In the few months that he has known you, Mihawk has noticed the scars on your arm. You've refused to talk about them and skirted around the subject successfully, but a trip to Shells Town throws everything out into the open in a way that neither of you were prepared for.

Ch. 2

Ch.3

You were hiding something.

In the few months that Mihawk had known you, he had come to learn a fair bit about you. He knew, for instance, that you had over the past few years made something of a name for yourself as a sword for hire, typically among pirate crews who required a more discreet touch.

That this reputation of yours had led the Buggy Pirates to hire you to assist in stealing a map of the Grand Line from a Marine base in Shells Town. You had failed to procure the map before it was stolen by other hands, leaving you in their debt. Buggy had sunk your sloop to prevent your escape, and you had gotten stuck working for the ridiculous crew for a brief time, remained stuck with them until the Strawhat upstarts offered you passage with them.

Mihawk knew you had traveled with them as far as Baratie, where you had crossed his own path for the first time at the bar on the ship's deck. Where you had approached him with a bargain—if he left Roronoa Zoro alive after their duel the following morning, you would serve him for a year, an errand girl to send off on whatever menial tasks the World Government assigned him.

"And why would I want a little bird flitting around after me around for an entire year?" Mihawk had asked coolly.

And yet you had made a fair point—acting as a government lapdog was growing old. He had been sent after the vice admiral's grandson, for heavens' sake, as if he had nothing better to do with his time than to handle the old fool's family disputes.

Though the surly pirate warlord wouldn't have dared to dream of admitting it at the time, you had his attention. Your offer of unquestioned devotion, your confident demeanor as you sipped a glass of whiskey and kept your eyes on his without showing an ounce of fear or intimidation. You were certainly an interesting diversion from the otherwise dull task that had been laid before him, and your certainty that he would accept your offer had irritated and intrigued him in near equal measure.

It was intrigue that won out in the end. He had left his challenger clinging to the edge of life and taken you with him on his departure. You stayed toe to toe with him in wit and banter, and that alone would have been more than enough to draw him closer to your charm. He had wanted you before two weeks were out, wanted to claim you as far more than his "errand girl," and it was easy to see from the way you effortlessly returned his subtle flirtations that you wanted the same.

And now you were lying back across his broad chest in the hammock aboard your new sloop, a book open over your chest and his hand resting over your stomach, his other tucked under his neck as he frowned thoughtfully up at the roof of the small ship's cabin, pondering over the whirlwind of events that had led up to this moment.

It had been just over two months since the pirate lord had taken you as his lover, and you had been an open book about most things. Your training under your grandmother. Your setting out on your own from a small island village to find your parents, or some clue of their disappearance. The many and varied pirate crews you had served as a hired hand.

Yet you refused to discuss your scars.

Any seafarer with a history as sordid as your own had their share of battle scars. Mihawk had a fair few of his own; one didn't become the most renowned swordsman in the world without a few losses, after all. Yet your voice turned to clear contempt when yours were mentioned, even in passing, and you tensed like a statue when his hands brushed over them. You were confident to the point of near arrogance, yet you clearly held nothing but shame and contempt for the many marks that marred your delicate skin.

Some of which appeared oddly...uniform, for having been gained in battle.

It was in part—in great measure, honestly—the mystery of you that had drawn him in to begin with, and this was just another mystery that Mihawk intended to unravel.

You closed your book abruptly, stirring him from his thoughts as he glanced down at you. He watched you gaze thoughtfully toward the ceiling for a long moment, your hand resting over his at your stomach, before you finally spoke up.

"Reading a book is just staring at a dead tree and vividly hallucinating."

You tilted your head back, grinning as his mouth turned down in a frown and his brow furrowed at your ridiculous statement. Mihawk sighed wearily, plucking the book from your hands and lightly rapping you over the forehead with it.

"No," he scolded, as you giggled softly. He sighed heavily again, dropping the book over the back of the hammock before pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Are you trying to give me a stroke?"

"No," you said, imitating his scolding tone. You stretched your arms out over your head, arching your back for a moment, before rolling over to lay across his chest and brush your lips to his. "But it's fun seeing the look on your face."

"You irritate my very soul, little one," he said, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"And I enjoy every second of it," you countered, grinning as you laid your forehead against his.

"I can tell."

Your grin managed to draw a small smile from him, before he lifted a hand into your hair and pulled you down into a slow, deep kiss. Your fingertips came to rest at his broad shoulders, the hammock swaying slowly in the steady ocean waves carrying the ship along. He knew as well as you did that he wasn't honestly irritated—your strange sense of humor had grown on him, as starkly as it contrasted to his dry sarcasm, and he rarely had the pleasure of meeting anyone as adept at keeping up with his own banter.

You lay your cheek at his shoulder when your lips parted, your eyes slipping shut and your contented sigh tickling against his neck.

"If the wind holds steady it will be a few hours before we make port," you said, your voice low and soft. "I suggest we don't move from here in the meantime."

"I'm not sure I've ever heard a finer suggestion."

Mihawk pulled one of your hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles. He pulled his hat down over his eyes to block out the sun pouring through the windows of the small cabin, tucked his hand back behind his neck again, and shifted beneath you to get comfortable as he closed his eyes. His arm remained curled around your waist, his hand slipping just beneath the hem of your shirt so his thumb could rub slow circles over your soft skin as you both drifted off toward the peaceful recess of sleep.

The first thing that struck Mihawk when he woke was that you weren't in his arms.

Every day and night for nearly two months, he had fallen asleep and woken with you against him, and the absence of your warmth jarred him instantly awake and aware. His eyes scanned around his surroundings as he sat up, taking in where he was—the small cabin of the sloop he had recently bought you as a replacement for the one Buggy's crew had sunk.

His sharp yellow eyes darted toward the door, taking in the sound of unfamiliar, muffled voices outside the cabin.

He was standing in an instant, straightening his hat and pulling Yoru onto his back as he slipped silently through the door and onto the small deck of the sloop.

There was another sloop tethered to yours.

A pair of no-name pirates holding you against the bow ny your arms, their captain pressing the barrel of his pistol to your forehead as they bickered.

"There has to be something on board."

"We could just take her. Looks like she's probably a feisty little thing."

"Still have to check the cabins. Could be—"

Mihawk cleared his throat.

The trio turned their heads in almost comedic synchrony, their jaws dropping at the mere sight of him leaning against the door of the cabin. Mihawk's eyes flickered from them to you, and you averted your eyes, clearly ashamed to be seen in such a compromising situation.

So he shifted his gaze back to the opposing pirates, his eyes flickering between each of them.

"You will remove your hands from the girl or I will gladly remove them for you," he said levelly, lifting his eyebrows.

They quickly let go of your arms, and stepped away when he moved forward to wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you to him. He curled his arm around your waist, lowering his head over yours for a moment and murmuring quietly, "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head no quickly, your jaw set at a rigid angle as you turned your gaze down to your feet, your shoulders tense. He pressed a light kiss to your temple for a long moment before lifting his gaze back to the trio that had dared board your ship, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken threat.

"Go." They remained frozen, glancing between each other. "Now."

They scrambled back over to their ship immediately, severing the ropes that were tethering it to yours. Mihawk kept his arm around you, but his eyes remained trained onto the opposing sloop as it drifted away on the wind, debating on just drawing his sword and splitting it in half on the spot.

He turned his attention back down to you when you began to pull away from him. He pulled you in close again, frowning. It wasn't at all like you to be bested by a few no-names, and it was clear that you weren't taking it very well.

"Tell me what happened," he said finally.

"I woke up," you said curtly. "Thought I'd check the charts and see how far we were from Shells Town. They were already on the deck. Seemed to think this was a small merchant vessel since there's no flag. I'd left my knives in the cabin and I was still half asleep when I came out here. By the time I registered what was going on, one of them had a pistol to my head."

You really weren't making a very good case for him to not sink their boat. He cut his eyes briefly toward the sloop before looking back down at you, your face shadowed by your hair as you stared down at the deck floor.

"Their captain started questioning me about cargo," you continued. "Told them there wasn't anything valuable on board. They were discussing taking me as compensation." You sighed heavily. "And that's when you chose to enter stage left and take approximately twenty years off the end of their lives."

He rolled his eyes the slightest bit at your quip. "I would have taken a great deal more than that had they hurt you."

"Well, they didn't," you replied, your voice still curt. Mihawk lifted an eyebrow. "And it's perhaps best not to go splitting any boats in half a stone's throw away from a naval base," you added, nodding back toward the bow of the vessel.

Mihawk gave a quick glance as well. He had been too focused on the fiasco he had just awoken to to notice that Shells Town was visible on the horizon now. It wasn't as if the Marines could do much about it if he did sink the sloop, but you were right—it would still be more of a hassle than it was worth. He sighed, shaking his head a little, and curled a hand under your chin to lift your gaze to his. You still kept your eyes averted, your jaw set. He hadn't seen you lose a fight before—apart from sparring with him while training, but that hardly counted.

You had proven to be quite the fighter when he had decided to test you. You were nowhere near his equal, but you knew precisely how to play to your strengths with your pair of daggers and your throwing knives. Your stature made you difficult to target even in single combat, your movements a graceful dance that toed the line between evasion and power.

Yet one loss—and a rather inconsequential loss, at that—and you were beating yourself up over it quite a great deal more than what constituted normalcy. Mihawk wasn't sure whether to scold you for being dramatic or attempt to comfort you.

"You were caught off guard, little one," he said after a long moment, brushing a thumb across your cheek. "There's no need to be so upset over that."

"I'm not upset, I'm annoyed," you retorted, pursing your lips a little. "Blades or no, I should have been able to take care of those idiots."

"Annoyed, then," he allowed with a small sigh. "And I've no doubt you would have had I not woke. I was simply able to handle it a bit more...subtly."

"Oh, yes, because sauntering out onto the deck with a giant sword and threatening to cut off their hands was so subtle," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you finally rolled your eyes over to his, lifting your eyebrows.

"Don't be a brat," he chided lightly. "We still have at least half an hour before we make port." Mihawk abruptly wrapped his hand around your chin and pressed his lips to yours in a brief, deep kiss that made you draw in a sharp breath. He parted just as you started to lean into it, resting his forehead against yours. He lowered his voice to an intimate murmur. "I would truly hate to have to spend it punishing you, my little bird."

You quirked an eyebrow, your lips curving in a small, coy smirk. "No you wouldn't."

He gave you a thoughtful frown and a small shrug of his shoulder. "Perhaps not." You let out a small cry of alarm when he stooped down and quickly scooped you up from the deck floor, one arm beneath your knees and his other curled around your back. "I suppose we'll just have to find out."

You chuckled lightly as he carried you to the door of the main cabin, plucking his hat off of his head and placing it on your own as you brushed your lips to his in a soft, teasing manner. Mihawk lifted his eyebrows when you nipped lightly at his bottom lip.

"You're really pushing your luck, my dear," he cautioned.

He lowered you down to the double bed in the cabin, his thumb rubbing small circles at the back of your neck. You lifted yourself onto your elbows, your lips nearly brushing his before he pulled back just far enough to stop you, lightly gripping your hair at the nape of your neck to keep you from sitting up any higher. You gave a small whine of protest, but didn't try to struggle against his grip—you and he both knew there was no point.

"Lie down." His voice remained low and intimate, but there was a subtle command in his tone, in the way his gaze burned into your own. You bit your bottom lip lightly, lowering yourself back down onto the bed fully. A soft, quivering sigh left your lips as he slowly began slipping the buttons down the front of your shirt loose. "Hands over your head. And you don't move them an inch until I tell you you can."

"Mmm..." You hummed thoughtfully, and Mihawk paused in unbuttoning your shirt as you lifted your arms from the bed, holding your hands high above you, straight up in the air. "I think my arms might end up getting tired."

Your lips pursed a little, clearly struggling to keep a straight face, and he lifted an eyebrow at you. "You're certainly in rare form today."

Mihawk wrapped his hand around both of your wrists, shoving your hands down into the plush white comforter over your head, and a couple giggles escaped you before you bit your lip again. It was honestly a bit endearing, how cheeky you were being—and all the moreso, as it appeared you were being so brazen just so he could have his fun with your punishment.

You were enticing him more and more every passing day, beyond the physical desire that had led him to claim you as his a couple months ago. It wasn't a feeling he was particularly accustomed to, nor was he quite sure what to make of it yet. He knew only that when he had seen you held captive against the bow of the boat, an emotion had flashed through him for a moment that he hadn't experienced in years.

For the briefest moment, Dracule Mihawk had felt fear.

He was not ready to contend with the connotations of that.

And he was a bit too busy at the moment, anyway. He let his forehead touch yours, his lips hovering a breath away from your own.

"You don't move your hands," he repeated, tilting his head to just barely graze his lips against your neck, drawing a small moan from your lips, "until I give you permission. Understood?"

"Yes, sir..." you sighed softly, your eyes slipping shut as he kissed down your collarbone, pushing your shirt open. His hand released your wrists and trailed down your arms, down to knead at the soft tissue of your breast through the sheer lace of your bra, feeling your nipple harden against his palm. He tugged the cups down, just a bit too hard given he felt one of them tear in his grasp, but that was a problem for later, not now.

You gasped out when he briefly pulled one of your stiff nipples into his mouth, his grip tightening slightly around your ribcage as you arched your chest toward his swirling tongue. His gaze flicked up to watch you writhe and shudder under his touch, your fingers digging into the bedsheets behind you, your hands searching for anything to keep occupied with.

"Very good," he praised, lifting a hand to brush a few strands of hair out of your eyes and brushing his lips to your jaw. "You see?" He wrapped his hand around your jaw and lightly pressed his lips to yours. "It's much better when you're a good little bird, isn't it?"

"This—doesn't feel much like a punishment," you commented, gasping softly as he circled the pad of his thumb around your nipple, lightly skimming across it once or twice.

"Yet," he corrected.

And gave you a small, devilish smirk, before lowering his head and biting down on the tender skin at the crook of your neck. Just hard enough to leave behind a small bruise, to draw a sharp cry from your lips and send a shiver through your body.

He straightened out as you heaved a sigh, standing over you. Your eyes remained glued to him while he shrugged away his long coat and tossed it back into a chair behind him, noting how your hands tightened down on the bedsheets again.

"Remember we still have a half an hour before we reach Shells Town." His fingertips curled around the waist of your shorts, the lace of your panties beneath them, and slowly inched them down your hips. "I could spend the entirety of it teasing you." Mihawk noted the movement in your throat as you swallowed in nervous anticipation, your eyes glued to his as he pulled them up the length of your legs and off, flinging them aside. "Making you beg for release but never allowing you the satisfaction."

How beautiful it was that it only took a few words to pull a blush to your cheeks and make your breath hitch. He brushed a light kiss to your calf and pushed your legs apart, rubbing his palms up your inner thighs.

"You're going to have to be on your best behavior if you want more, my sweet little bird." Trailing a single finger up your soft folds, dragging through your slick arousal and across your clit, pulling a small whimper from your lips. "Or would you rather I just torment you?"

You bit your lip, shaking your head quickly, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his fingertips trailing up. It was a struggle for him not to chuckle at you—always just cheeky enough to be amusing, but you knew the pleasure he could give you, were so desperate for it that you folded like a cheap deck of cards under his slightest touch.

Absolutely perfect.

Mihawk moved his hands up from your thighs, curling an arm under your back to lift you up and shift you further back on the bed. Your breathing was ragged with anticipation as he brushed his lips to your stomach, trailing his hands back down to your hips, his lips lower and lower, grazing slowly across the soft skin between your hip bones.

Shifting lower and dragging his tongue slowly up your slit, circling the sensitive bud at the apex, giving a quiet growl of approval as your breathy, shuddering moans filled the small cabin and your hips arched in his hands.

His gaze turned up toward your face, watching you draw closer to falling apart with every passing moment. This was only the beginning, and he still hadn't decided if he was going to give you what you wanted...but the sight of your divine, nearly naked and writhing under his touch with his hat still resting on your head made him just a little weak.

He moved from between your legs before he could get lost in the sight of you and the sweet sounds of your moans, reveling in the agonized whimper that left you as he trailed his mouth back up your stomach.

Across to your ribs, pausing at your breasts to brush his lips and his skilled tongue across your sensitive nipples.

Dragging his tongue up the column of your throat, seizing a fistful of your hair and crushing his lips to yours in a deep, possessive kiss, shoving your hip down onto the mattress to keep you from grinding against him, shifting his hand between your thighs to circle a finger around your tight entrance without pushing in. Your low moans and whines of protest were like music to his ears, your knuckles gone white from the force with which you gripped at the sheets over your head to keep your hands from wandering.

Every slow pass up and down your body brought you closer to the peak of pleasure but never quite there—and brought him closer and closer to caving in and giving it to you. He had to wonder whether you had any idea just how much of a temptation you were to him. It had been years since the pirate lord had allowed any woman to affect him quite as strongly as you had.

How much time had passed couldn't be ascertained for sure when he reached his breaking point—his mouth pressed into the crook of your neck while you moaned and begged desperately in his ear, one of his hands squeezing your breast hard enough to bruise the soft flesh while his other worked his belt buckle open and shoved his pants down his hips in a desperation that rivaled yours.

He shoved your open shirt up your shoulders and arms and flung it away; gripped one of your thighs, pushing your leg up as high as it would go, and the low growl that left his throat as he thrust into you was drowned out by your own cries of abandon. Your hips arched up from the bed to meet his, one of your arms flinging around his neck and your hooking beneath his arm to grip hard at his shoulder.

"I don't recall giving you permission to move," he breathed into your neck. He gritted his teeth as he pushed his hips forward hard, shoving yours back down into the bed as you cried out again, your slick walls tightening around his cock.

"I—I'm sorry, I can't—I can't—please—" You gasped, your head falling back as he moved in you in deep, hard thrusts, your fingernails dragging down his back. "Oh God, please—"

He lifted a hand to grasp at your hair as he crushed his lips to yours, delving his tongue into your mouth and drawing in a deep breath as you moaned desperately into the fierce kiss. The prospect of punishing you, of what the hell he had even been punishing you for was forgotten in this rush of unquenchable lust and desire, of pure carnal need for your body.

He normally hated losing control, but this was on another level entirely. There was no room to hate this, no room for anything but pure pleasure, for getting lost inside you as your walls tightened around his cock, as every muscle in his groin tensed and tightened in anticipation of impending release—

Your lips breaking away from his, your cry of abandon as your climax swept over you pulled him right over the edge with you. He pulled your hip up from the bed to slam into you as he came, gritting his teeth against a low groan, the rhythmic contractions of your tight channel milking him dry. His hips jerked toward yours with each intense wave of pleasure, fingers tangling in your hair as he pressed his lips to your neck, the two of you shuddering and tangled together over the bedsheets.

Mihawk heaved a shuddering sigh into the crook of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair as he brushed his thumb across your temple. Maybe it was the lingering euphoria, but he didn't even think about the next words that left his mouth before he heard them himself.

"God dammit, (Y/N), I love you."

But it was impossible to deny any longer. You really were everything he had never realized he craved. No, it wasn't just the euphoria in the moment—it was that brief flash of fear earlier at the thought of you being hurt, at the thought of losing you. The utter fury at the morons who had briefly held you captive. How perfectly you balanced and complemented his desires.

He felt as much as heard you draw in a small gasp beneath him. "Y—you—wh—?"

"You heard me," Mihawk interrupted your quiet, almost cautious stammering, murmuring against your neck. He brushed his lips against one of the small, round bruises he had left on the soft skin, and said it again, quietly, "I love you."

You were quiet for a long moment, but he wasn't concerned, still trailing kisses up the side of your neck. He had seen it in your eyes before now, heard it in the softness of your voice when you lay against him, your fingers in his hair and your lips brushing his.

Several seconds passed, before you turned your head slowly and pressed your lips to his, tentatively at first, and then deepening the slow kiss with a soft sigh. He shifted onto his side, tugging you to him by your hip. Your forehead came to rest against his as your lips drifted apart, still barely a breath away, your eyes closed, your voice a quiet whisper.

"I...love you."

(Ch. 2)

#opla #one piece fanfiction #dracule mihawk #fanfic #mihawk one piece #mihawk opla #fluff #mihawk x reader #smut

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fetishfairytales2 · 1 month

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Besties 7

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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“I am going to have a blast destroying you in every way imaginable - mentally, physically, and emotionally. I'm going to break you…" I couldn't even finish that sentence before Brandon ran for the door. This was getting too entertaining. I stuck my head out the door and saw Brandon stumbling down the hallway. "Cruciex,"I sang out with a wicked grin.

I cracked up as Brandon froze and spun towards the corner of the hallway. He just stood there, like a statue, while I sauntered over. Giggling, I brushed my fingers against his face and purred in his ear, "You're just too much fun to fuck with. Give in, you precious little sissy, save yourself the struggle.”

I gripped Brandi's ear tightly and yanked him back into the bedroom. His eyes couldn't even meet mine as I berated him, "Do as I say, you stupid little sissy. Your diaper-clad ass belongs to me!" I couldn't resist squeezing harder, causing him to wince in pain as I dragged him to the bed.

"Go lay on the bed, Brandi." I laughed, shoving him onto the mattress and easily restrained his left wrist. Smugly, I taunted the tied up loser; "aww, such a helpless, weak little diapered baby. Can't even stop a girl from beating you up!" I used the handcuffs to secure his right wrist next. "Tsk, tsk," I shook my head; "you should have behaved like a good little girl…"

I pulled Brandi into a seated position by on the bed by his hair. "Make yourself comfortable, loser. This is going to be a long night," I taunted as I settled in next to him, resting my head on his chest. Grabbing my phone, I saw three messages from Heather.

"Hmm, let's see…" I said, scrolling through the texts on my phone. I playfully ruffled his hair and continued, "Looks like Mommy is having a great time with Daddy Connor. She's sharing all the juicy details with me. But don't worry, I'll save them for story time later." I sat up and laughed at one text in particular. "Make sure Brandi is punished severely if she cums.

Brandon side-eyed me nervously from behind his pacifier gag, clearly clueless as to why I was cracking up. "Relax, sissy," I sneered as I loomed over his powerless frame. "You'll figure it out soon enough! Heather specifically asked me to tell you that she and Daddy Conner love you." I could see the bewilderment in his gaze; "my bad," I chuckled while rechecking the message. "They love tormenting you. Whoops, guess that's a little different…"

I whispered gently into Brandi’s ear as I peered down at the helpless and terrified loser. "Listen up, sissy. Keep those eyes locked on Ms. Lyndsey and all my beauty. Don’t let your mind wander. I want you fully focused on your gorgeous cuckysitter…" With a flirty wink, I bent down and placed the lingerie and vibrator on his lap. "Would you mind holding these for me, sweetie?" I asked with a mischievous tone.

My hands glided down my chest as I gave Brandon a sexy gaze, raising one eyebrow and letting out a quiet sigh. God I was going to tease him until those blue balls exploded! "You know what, maybe I need to change my outfit. What do you say, Brandi?" I began unbuttoning my jeans, slowly sliding them down and swaying my hips. I paused as I hooked my thumbs into the hem of my shirt.

I locked eyes with Brandon and slowly started to lift my shirt. "Normally, I wouldn't feel comfortable stripping for a man," I quipped, tossing my shirt aside. "But you're not a man, are you? You're a pathetic little sissy." I flirtatiously twirled the shirt around my finger as I advanced towards him, still staring him deep in the eyes. "A silly little sissy with a locked up clit," I chuckled, letting the shirt fall to the ground.

Brandon squirmed in his cage, his desperate eyes couldn't seem to look away from the sight of me slowly undressing. "Aw, does Baby Brandi want to make cummies?" I teased, laughing at his obvious arousal. I slipped out of my jeans, revealing my black thong and giving him a good look at my ass. Spinning around, I could practically feel Brandon's poor clitty throbbing in its cage. "Does your little dick hurt, Baby Brandi? It must be so tough being denied your sissy squirties," I said, relishing in his humiliation.

I casually slipped off my bra and let it fall to the floor, making sure to keep one arm across my chest, just to deny him even that for the moment. Brandon's eyes bulged as he watched me, and I couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. "Oh baby, this is just the beginning. You just go ahead enjoy it…while you can," I taunted, strutting over to him and grinding my tits against his face. "Don't worry, there's plenty more where this came from," I whispered seductively in his ear as I turned around and showed off my ass. Slowly, I teased him as I slid my thong down, slipping it down my legs. “Aren’t they pretty?” I asked sweetly, holding up the black thong in front of Brandon. He nodded, unsure of what was happening now.

"Got a present for ya, loser!" I purred, holding it closer his face with a smirk. "Just breathe it in, babe," I cooed making sure to slide the panties over his nose and face, enjoying the way he shuddered at the scent of me. "Not used to being so close to pussy anymore, are ya?" I teased, my body pressed against his as I circled around him. "Now, are you ready for what's next, sweetie? I can't wait to see you squirm."

I began swaying my hips as I straddled his lap now. My fingers traced along his inner thighs, causing him to moan in frustration. Pressing my body against his, I could feel him trembling underneath me. "You're enjoying this, ain't ya?" I teased, pulling away once again. His gaze never left mine. "You're just a helpless sissy, even with your little dick locked up you still crave me, huh? It must be so frustrating!"

I strutted around, my hands playfully pressed against his chest as I got closer and closer. “It must be so hard for you sissy. It’s probably been months since Mommy drained those little sissy balls…” Each little sway of my hips elicited a muffled moan from his stuffed mouth. The way his cheeks turned pink and his eyes widened only made me want to push him further. “Poor Baby Brandi is never going to cum again, is he?” I leaned in and placed my lips against his neck, feeling his skin run hot as I kissed and licked him.

"Looks like it's time for the main event," I purred, stepping back and picking up the lingerie strewn on the floor. I stood over his body, looking down at him with a smile. "You must have loved watching me undress earlier, little sissy. But I have a feeling you'll enjoy seeing me get dressed even more!"

Turning around, I shot a flirty look over my shoulder and gave my back a nice arch, showing off my ass. I could practically feel his eyes on me as I reached down and grabbed hold of my delicate, black g-string. With a cute little sway of my hips, I leisurely pulled it up my legs, feeling the soft fabric against my skin. "Mmm," I moaned; "imagine being the lucky guy that gets to take this off of me…"

I was feeling myself in that moment, I looked killer. I stood up tall giving him the full view of my naked bod. Poor sissy was mesmerized. I purred, "looks like you're getting the VIP view, huh?" I couldn't resist throwing a little wink and booty shake; "wait til I turn around… I said, spinning to face him, finally showing him my tits up close.

“Aw, what's wrong, Brandi?” I teased, batting my eyelashes innocently as I ran my fingers over the silky fabric. I could practically feel Brandon drooling over me, but we all know he's locked up tight in that little pink cage. I held up the sexy black bra and smirked down at him, hand on my hip. "I mean, I get it, I'm hot," I joked, "but you can't ogle me like that!" I playfully smacked his crotch, "I better get dressed and out of your reach, you horny little sissy. You don't want to get in trouble, right?" I slipped on the bra and pouted; “aww, poor sissy couldn’t control himself and now he doesn’t get to see any more boobs. How sad for you!”

I got down on my knees, straddling Brandi. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked up at me, trembling ever so slightly. In a low voice, I asked him, "It's been a hot minute since you've been this close to a cute girl, huh?" I gave him a wink and a smirk. "You better pray I don't spill the beans to my man about this. He might be the next one to teach you a lesson!" I couldn't help but giggle as I slowly licked along his earlobe and he whimpered.

"Remember, Brandi, when I shared with you how I used to drive my college boyfriend crazy? Eventually, he stopped letting me tie him up! I pouted and snuggled closer to my sissy, resting my head on his shoulder. I whispered in his ear, my breath teasing him. I moved my thong away from his nose and took out his paci, sliding my tongue around his lips making him moan louder. "No, no," I laughed as he tried to beg. “I don’t want to hear a word…” I quickly shoved the penis gag back into his mouth and secured it with my panties.

"Ugh, he said I was too mean," I said, crossing my arms and mimicking a temper tantrum. "I would tease him for hours, but then of course, I would let his poor pent up cock explode inside me," I began, running my nails teasingly along Brandon's thigh, as he hung onto every word of my story. "But then he had to go and get all sensitive on me, just because I ignored his safe word for a few hours, like three or four times. What a buzzkill!" I exclaimed, looking down at the helpless, bound and gagged sissy with excitement. "But you, my little doll, won't give me that kind of attitude, will you? You're all mine to play with however I want. Even if sometimes I play with my toys a little rough, right? I mean, they are my toys! I'm the one who gets to break them."

Trailing my fingertips along the edges of Brandon's skirt, I made my way to his thighs and the crotch of his diaper. "Poor little Brandi, is your diaper all wet?" I teased, faking sympathy. I lightly explored the outside of his diaper before brushing my fingers against the head of his chastity cage. As my hands continued their journey up his legs, goosebumps formed in their path.

"Do you need a diaper change already?" I teased, watching as his breath quickened with anticipation. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his diaper and undid the tapes on each side, leaving the diaper still under him. I couldn't resist chuckling at the sight of his little pink micro chastity cage. "Aww, look at your poor caged clitty," I grinned, flicking it lightly. “How pathetic.”

I retrieved the small key from the chain around my neck. I just couldn't resist playing with Brandon. "Hmmm, should I use this cute little key and release you from your cage?" I tease, holding the key in front of his eyes. His anticipation was obvious, and I couldn't help but laugh and dangle the key just out of reach. "But only if you behave, Brandi dear. Can you do that for your evil, yet oh-so-lovable Ms. Lyndsey? I promise it will be worth it."

I reached forward, gently stroking the front of Brandon's face with the key. "Poor sissy sweetie, you don't have a say in the matter, do you?" I cooed. "All I want you to think about is the incredible feeling of the real orgasm you’ll never have again and how badly you want it. No matter how mean I may be, and no matter how much I torment you, just focus on those sissy squirties, got it?"

Deliberately, I unlocked the chastity cage, twisting the key in the tiny padlock toying with Brandon's emotions. I could feel his hips thrusting in the air as he squirmed in his spot. I couldn't resist dragging out the moment, enjoying every second of it. I was living to ruin him. I wanted his mind to melt before the end of the night.

Finally, I unlocked the cage and slid it off, exposing his tiny, shrunken dick. "Oh my god, it's so small!" I giggled, playfully tracing my index finger around the tip. I could feel him squirming with excitement, his arousal was pouring from him. It was time to push just a little more.

“Okay, you little sissy, it's time for your punishment," I purred into his ear. "Close those pretty little eyes and don't you dare open them," I commanded, keeping my finger lightly pressed around his clitty. With a devilish grin, I reached for the wand vibrator I had placed on the bed earlier, flipping it on and feeling the strong vibration travel up my arm. Brandon couldn't help but squirm at the sensation, trying to escape my grasp. But I was ready and grabbed the base of his cock, holding it firmly in place.

I delicately trailed the vibrator along the underside of his shaft, feeling his muscles tense and relax at the sensation. His eyes were filled with desire as he watched me, silently begging for me to stop. I could hear the muffled whimpers behind his gag and see the drops of sweat forming on his forehead as he writhed and squirmed against his restraints. "Oh no, silly sissy," I chuckled, responding to his wordless pleas. "This isn't for your pleasure, it's a punishment. You've been begging to be let out of your cage for so long, and now you're getting exactly what you wanted. Don't even think about cumming though, sissy! Not yet…"

I put the wand right against the tip of his cock, giggling as he writhed under me, feeling every vibration pulsing through him. His muffled screams through the gag only made it more amusing. "Oh honey, did you really think we were gonna take things slow?" I taunted, switching the vibrator to its highest setting. His body contorted and he struggled even more as I traced the toy along his shaft. I could feel his resistance in his tense shoulders, but I just laughed and enjoyed his suffering.

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happilyhertale · 11 months

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Heir to the throne - Daemon Targaryen x niece!reader

Summary: You and your uncle Daemon have a somewhat sullen relationship. Daemon thinks you are weak. And you think he is insufferable and manipulative. But how long can you resist your growing affection for him?

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Minors do not continue reading!

Author’s note: Hey you (:

A one-shot Daemon story requested by @dreamlandcreations 🖤 I hope you like it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 5.5 k