#if i am ready to lay down on the floor in the puddle of my own tears

[jackandhisspacemonkey]

sometimes you just have to watch shades of grey and...

[getodrools]

dr nanami 😫 ? hes helping u while ur husband is on the other side? plsss, love ur work! :)

NOTE. i am literally biting u nonnie ! why does a doctor role just fit him SOO well ??! ig his gaunt professionalism rlly just gets these engines going fr 🚂 … buutt thanku for requesting ! i hope u enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this. muaaah ! <3

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! reader. modern (doctor) au. breeding. infidelity. mentions of: pregnancy, babies. praising. public sex (ultrasound room). squirting x2. fingering. creampie. cervix/ womb fucking. overstimulation. | WC –> 1.0k+ est ! !

“your husband could apply some pressure riiight here.”

with a gentle poke to your tummy followed by a deep jab wiggling into the soft channel of spongy walls that flex around thick hands, you can't help but wriggle beneath him. wriggling beneath the doctor who watches how you pant out with hazed vision as he does his job. the very tempting job you inquired for after months of difficulties of getting round with baring babies for your loving husband, naoya…

and the assiduous doctor was more than willing to help, calling you in the very next day — leading to being pressed into a bed found in an ultrasound room with legs spread and a pussy being stuffed.

“juuust enough to make you cum harder.” nanami scissored with long digits ‘till squishy flesh creamed a ring to his second knuckle. even with the spurt of clear glitter rivering down a trench to his own, he saw beyond the obvious pulchritude of your cunt glistening with sappy slick; even spying through the webs that string between his fingers.

the slight tinker of metal clashing to the floor with pants crinkled below, you never grew wary or dared to question his esoteric abilities — not that it felt wrong to question, to begin with…

mr. nanami is your doctor, simply doing his job to heed your highest satisfaction — of course.

“now… it's a lot easier to get you expectant,” nanami laps a slimy tongue around soaked fingers. “see, when a woman cums, her hormone production and blood supply rises — which increases the chances of pregnancy.” he adds with a grim slash for a mouth and a handful of cock meat prodding at your side.

you've never heard of such treatment and help that can improve this process, but who were you — an unemployed housewife to a man who knows best for you to say otherwise?

though, as you lay with legs spread, your husband was never cognizant of his own truths and you didn't beg to differ. his — naoya’s, myopic stance scratched like chalk; etching along his very bitterness towards you, foaming that this was best as he sat in the very busy hall in cluelessness bordering on temerity.

but like any doctor, nanami had a clairvoyant way of knowing when a diffident patient was ready to burst out with a walloping scream for more as he stood tall between your legs. dragging your hips nearly off the edge to clap your rear against his pale pelvis.

“and, a little competition won't hurt,” your brows hook inwards, “my… sperm will get your eggs warmed up n’ ready for his later, ok?” trying hard to stay professional.

nanami smuged before aligning his thick, bulbous cock head and slowly applied pressure between your slippery folds. squishing the puffy flesh down ‘till they sucked him in with a scandalized gasp to follow.

he sheathed himself entirely into your warmth.

eyes knocking back, almost as too hard your head follows; slamming into the covers when the raw stroke of his cock rubs thickly along fleshy walls. the paper-like sheets rip trails beneath as you scrape into a fit of seeking a haven.

the ramming of every offered inch collapsed your chest; heaving into a puddle of pure bliss whilst filling the room with wet noises of slaps and clapping flesh. he was filling your spongy walls with a barreling, rhythmic pace, and at each heavy mass clapping into a full stride, he was reaching deep, “feel that?”

kento — mr. nanami, rubbed his soft prickly base against your sensitive nerves; forcing an ache of his bulbous tip poking right against your cervix. a jab and a prod, and a continuous tease up against your perk cushion raised your ongoing chorus. fevered at each bruising punch of his hips, you can feel a coil ready to spring.

with his cock rubbing in and out of you, the soft walls you tighten around his base spasm; gushing cunt spilling a new puddle beneath your ass as he fucked you raw. fucking you ‘till your mouth couldn't close for a mere second, only whines and brutal moans could escape.

“your husband might hear… do you need a second, miss?” nanami claps a barred hand between your lips as the other kept a vice that dug into the meat of your ass.

his lips tighten into a thin smile as your eyes unfocus, and he acknowledges he was fucking you in a way you never dreamed of; giving you thick dick meat was one, but a barreling pounding was another…

you shake your head and try to recollect yourself.

the pillar of his cock slowed and found its pace again once you caught your breath. a mere second that was.

dragging every inch of pleasure from your plush pussy and the aching satisfaction of having a weeping channel hug him raw was unbelievable.

squeezing his eyes to the blissful relief, he could feel a tingle at his balls.

the rapid satisfaction building at each clap of his hips, nanami dragged his heavy cock against your insides; scouring them. smashing every pleasure point before bashing at your womb. with a final gasp — from both, wet mouths, nanami’s balls tightened and were ready to pop. the rhythmic contractions from your snug tunnel was wearing him down to his final thrusts and helped him reach where he was heading…

cervix bruised and walls aching, a geyser of warm cum surged against the entrance to your womb.

nanami groaned with a resonant moan followed as he emptied out everything he had into your soft insides. filling every cavity with merciless intent of mindless-breeding.

your eyes glaze over.

shivering at the warm fill but could only suck in deep breaths between the gaps of his hand.

keeping you upright with his grasp, nanami slowly… ever so slowly, dragged his mighty cock out, and watched how the sticky mess slowly oozed from your pussy. but finally, with a lewd pop, his cock came free and bobbed downwards while a rush of baby batter came falling in drops.

he frees your mouth and followed, you gasp with a mixture of a shuttering moan and an aching whine; feeling the bruising blossom anew at your perk and now-filled womb….

“check in with me in nine or so months, alright? or unless you feel like you just need an extra boost.” your doctor takes a mental screenshot of your shivering body and plush pussy leaking milky white.

still yet, you nod your head with the last of your energy.

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[mommycitas]

hiii could i pls request negan x reader where the reader is sick and brings negan food in his cell bc it was her job and she starts to fight blacking out. maybe collapses right by his door and he reaches for the keys and gets out to help her. reader being concerned he’ll get in trouble bc he runs up the stairs to get someone’s attention maybe coming straight back to you. stuttering a “i’m scared” and holding out your hand. negan just being like r u sure and he holds it

A/N; thank you for the req!!! I love this idea so much and I hope you love what I wrote!!! And for the sickness I just gave reader like a flu/parasite typa thing but if you wanted something else lmk!!!

summary; Even when you are sick, you still have a job you have to do. When your body shuts down on itself, you get to see a sweet side of Alexandrias prisoner.

pairing; Negan x sick!fem!reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her , Y/N

Warning; swearing, being sick, throwing up, mentions of death, feeling like dying. NOT PROOF READ !!

Word count; 786

You shift in bed, covered in a hot coating of sweat and having a pounding headache. Sitting up you already regret ever being born. You couldn’t handle being sick and here you were, a mess that felt like death. But still, you had your dumb ass job. Being able to live in Alexandria was great and all but for fucks sake, why couldn’t someone else feed fucking Negan when you were in bed practically throwing your guts up? Feeding Negan wasn’t much to do but it was 90 degrees out under the blaring sun and doing all that walking wasn’t really your idea of a good day. But then again, Michonne said you have too because you’re the only person that can stand being around him. You put on your comfiest summer clothes and walk to the pantry.

Most of the time, someone had already prepared his lunch for you. Everyone felt bad you had to deliver all his meals to him but you really didn't mind him. You felt like one of these days you'd be able to see the sweet side of him. You make it to the pantry and find a meal fit for a prisoner inside. You sigh to yourself spinning on your heels and making your way to his cell. You look up at the sun and can’t help but already feel exhausted and ready to go back to bed. Tiny black dots sprinkle your vision as you walk down the steps to the holding room. Fumbling your keys and opening the door you’re welcomed with a warm smile from Negan. "Hey doll, how are ya?" He gleefully asks "Oh, you know" you shrug off. You stumble over to the cell he's locked in and grab out your keys once again. "How are you today Negan?" you slur while inserting the key, but he gives you a strange look. You feel a wave of heat wash over you before you drop the tray.

The sound of the metal clanging on the concrete floor rings in your ears as your vision goes blurry. Your legs start to give up as you topple over. Looking up at Negan through the black spots in your vision. You watch carefully as he reaches through the bars and opens his cell and runs out. "Shit!" you thought "he's gonna get his shit kicked, he's gonna get in so much trouble, and it's all my fault." you feel an abundance of saliva in your mouth as you try and sit up, throwing up all over yourself. Laying in a puddle of your own spit, throw up, and blood. It feels like you've been left for dead, you can barely even sit up, how are you supposed to get help? How were you supposed to know that a simple sickness would be the cause of your death?

You turned over to look at the entrance and saw Negan running down the stairs and kneeling next to you. "Sorry for leaving you, doll. I had to get someone to help." you smile slightly at him before coughing yet again. "Negan" you stutter and slur "I'm so scared." reaching your hand out to his "Am I dying?" he stares at you blankly, hesitating for what seems like years "No, no you're not dying Y/N. You'll be alright." grabbing your hand intertwined in his. Michonne and Siddiq run down the stairs and lift you up, caring you to the infirmary. Negan never letting go off your hand once as you passed out.

You open your eyes and see you are in the infirmary, laying on a pitiful cot. Siddiq is right next to you, replacing your iv bag. "Oh good, you're finally awake!" He proclaims once he notices you. "You had a real nasty bug, thankfully nothing too serious." You smile and nod "Thank you Siddiq" No longer slurring or stuttering "Where's Negan?" he gives you a weird look before pointing to a corner of the room. As you sit up and turn your head you see Negan, blissfully sleeping in an arm chair. "He's been here since you got here, he refused to leave your side." "How long was I out for?" looking back at Siddiq. He shrugs "A day or two maybe"

You look back at Negan and realize you finally were able to see the sweet side of him. You watch as he slowly opens his eyes and notices you're awake. "Doll, you're up!" he practically jumps over to you, embracing you in a warm hug. "I was so worried you wouldn't wake up." You softly smile into his neck and wrap your arms around him. You were thankful for the man who was a monster in all your friends eyes.

[meetmyothersouls]

Darling Death

A collaboration with @sufferingstarlight

Warnings: nightmares (in detail), passionate sex/love making, underworld scene, violence, not proofread

Chapter 9 - Day 10

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

I'm the bathroom, getting ready for something, work maybe? I'm not sure, I can't quite tell. What day is it? What time is it? I pick up my toothbrush, then my toothpaste and squeeze out a splat of reddish glossy paste. I put it in my mouth. It's spicy. Cinnamon flavored? I'm scrubbing my teeth in small deliberate circles, the way the dentist tells you to brush when you're a little kid, but you always ignore because it's easier to just brush side to side or up and down. But I'm really getting in there. I feel the bristles between my teeth, poking my gums and clearing debris. This must be a new toothbrush even though I don't remember replacing it. Timothee enters the bathroom and I smile as his shirtless form presses up against my back. There's something odd about him. Different. He plasters a dark grin onto his face before he turns off the light. I feel myself smiling in the darkness, waiting for him to turn the light back on but he never does. I reach behind me and flip the switch. He's gone. Huh. I turn back around horrified at what I see in the mirror. What would normally be whitish toothpasty foam is thick, red, viscous liquid dribbling from my mouth, puddling on the counter and dripping down the cabinets. Blood. The drips hit the floor and they sound like the ticking of a clock. Tick-tock-tick-tock. I pull the toothbrush from my mouth, noticing the handle isn't that of a toothbrush at all. It's my razor. I drop it, my mouth falls open as loose pieces of flesh hang inside my-

I gasped, jolting upright in my bed. My body soaked with sweat, my heart pounding. I leaned over in my bed, attempting to catch my breath while I check the time on my phone. 3:13 AM. Day ten.

"Those nightmares are something else," Timothee said, startling me.

"Fucking hell, Timothee, you scared the shit out of me! And what are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming about?"

Timothee sat on the foot of my bed, apparently waiting for me to wake up. He turned around and crawled up the expanse of my mattress, and once he arrived next to me, took one of his large, freezing cold hands and placed it on my forehead.

"Gods, you're on fire, y/n," he said, raking his fingers through my damp hair, pulling it out of my face. His temperature and closeness automatically cooling me down and relaxing me. "And I think you're forgetting: your boyfriend is also your personal reaper. I know everything about you. And now that you're closer to your supposed death date, I can see your dreams or in this case, nightmares. And that one was fucked up."

Boyfriend.

My stomach somersaulted in the best way possible, until I registered what he said.

"Wait. Wait. You can see the dreams of the people you reap?"

He sighed, like it was more of a burden than a cool ability. "Yeah, I can. You see, when a person gets closer and closer to death, they begin having dreams or nightmares, part of my job is the analyze these dreams...or nightmares and take note of what they contain."

Interested, I sit up and cross my legs on my mattress, like an a child being told a fairytale for the first time. I prod him for more answers. "What's so important about the dreams? Who do you report these findings to?"

Timothee sighed again, laying his back flat on my mattress. The moonlight shone on his face in a way that made him look more like an angel than a Grim Reaper and it was in that moment that I realized how tired he looked. Tired eyes. The circles that were always there appeared a bit darker. But I thought reapers didn't need sleep? He definitely looked like he could use a nap, but I didn't voice my discovery.

"It's important," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts, "because it is said that when one is close to death, the psychology of their dreams begin to change."

I think back to the nightmare I just had. It was definitely different than anything I'd ever experienced before and the day before I had that dream where-

"Like the one where your teeth fell out," Timothee said, as if reading my mind.

"Okayy, the dream thing is weird, and I don't like it."

Timothee gave me a smile that didn't quite reach is eyes. There was something off about him, something distant that I couldn't quite place.

"And so, do you have a boss that you present these findings to?" I ask, changing the subject. I cuddled into his side, resting my head on his chest, sliding a hand under his black t-shirt.

"I do, actually. Death. Death is my boss. And they expect daily reports. If you ever can't find me, that's where I am."

"Huh," I said, wondering when the last time he went to visit his boss. He hadn't left my side much lately, watching over me to make sure my demise wasn't premature...among other things. "Does your boss know about your plan to keep me alive?"

Timothee was silent for a moment, a long one. Until finally, he turned on his side, facing me in my bed. "Don't worry about things like that."

"Why not?"

Timothee grinned, this time it reached his eyes, they crinkled adorably at the corners. He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was preparing for a kiss, but not quite ready to give it away. "You ask so-" he stopped, finally pressing a small gentle kiss to my lips "-so many questions, y/n, darling."

"I'm a curious person," I admitted. "Speaking of questions. I do have another."

"Mmm?" Timothee mumbled, readying himself for another kiss. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. I could feel him ready for me underneath my pajama shorts. I leaned down to kiss him, not quite deepening it yet.

"How many others have you been with?" I ask once we break away from each other.

Timothee arched an eyebrow, but took the question in, really giving it thought. "I suppose there were others," he said, his hands moved, resting on my hips. I'm not sure what kind of answer I was expecting from him and I'm not sure whether or not I'm pleased with the one he gave me. "In a previous lifetime. I cannot remember their names or their faces. But I'd like to think that they were all you."

"Me?" I say, unable to stop myself.

"You," he says. "In previous lifetimes." And maybe, in that moment he saw that I wasn't overly satisfied with his answer or maybe he was still thinking, but he kept talking. "I'm not sure, y/n. I'm not sure what my life consisted of before this. Before being a reaper. There are vague details I can pull here and there. Like my name. I know I was called Timothee, but it wasn't until I saw you that I was able to recollect even that. And then there is one glaring thing about you. The thing about you that transcends through time and space. The thing that...even if were presented to me in a different era of time, in a different body, through different eyes that is unmistakably you."

"What is it?" I whispered, barely audible.

Gracefully and effortlessly, he flipped me onto my back, hovering over me. He pulled his shirt over his head. I lifted my back off the mattress so he could remove mine, then my shorts, leaving me completely naked under him. At this point, we'd had many sexual encounters and we'd had sex dozens of times. But this felt different. A different energy. A different charge. This felt important. Life changing.

"Your soul," Timothee said, looking so deeply into my eyes, I thought for sure he'd be able to see directly into it. "You could live a thousand lives and die a thousand times, but your soul would stay the same. Your soul lives on whether you want it to or not. And if I've ever fallen in love with anyone before you...before right now. It was because it was your soul that was in them to begin with."

Even though I searched for them, there were no words to communicate the love I felt for him in that moment. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine. My lips found his and we kissed, and much like the energy, there was something different about this kiss. This was kiss was like stepping into the ocean at night. Like dipping your feet into the ice-cold water, not seeing but feeling when the waves pulled back. The feeling of the sand shifting underneath your feet. Like you're about to fall but your completely stationary.

Then, Timothee pulled away, looking back at me like a sudden realization had dawned on him. He was already breathless, his mouth hanging open slightly. He leaned down, pressing his face into my neck and breathed deep. He left sweet, small kisses along my neck until he reached my lips again. His eyes found mine before he spoke.

"I can no longer stop myself from loving you," he whispered, his lips grazing mine with each word.

"Then don't."

He was inside of me the moment the words left my lips. And it was with such gentle, loving care that he filled me. Kissing me with each thrust in and out. Our bodies, rubbing against each other like finest satin. There was a tenderness in his touch. Like we had all the time in the world. He ran his hand along my thigh, then my stomach, caressed my breast, squeezing gently enough to make me moan his name and tell him how much I loved him. There wasn't one inch of skin that he left unkissed. His arms wrapped around my body, my legs falling open wider at his touch. It was as if he didn't want to just fuck me, but fully merge into me. Become one with me.

He said my name over and over again, whispered in my ear, against my skin as he kissed me everywhere.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Countless times, both of us losing track of how many times it was actually said. Not caring about the time, even as the sun came up and painted my walls a golden hue. He made love until we both reached a simultaneous orgasm and then again and again until our bodies stuck together and glistened with a mixture of sweat, spit and come.

"I love you, Timothee."

"I love you, too, Y/n."

Timothee's POV

I'm weak and drifting in and out of worlds by the time we're both sated of all our sexual desires. I'd been resisting the pull to the Underworld for a few days now, refusing to update Death on the status of y/n's demise.

She'd started having the nightmares. It wasn't a shock. It was the natural cycle of things. I was just hoping it wouldn't start so soon. Just another reminder of what was to come. There were three more days until I'd have to do what I'd never done before. Stop Death from claiming her. It was unprecedented. I'd never heard of anyone interfering in such a way as this.

I resisted the pull until I knew she's fully asleep, then I let it happen. I'm sucked into the Underworld, like a swirling vortex of nothingness I forgot how much I hated. When I arrive, it's not graceful. I fall on my ass, skidding across the stoney ground that is Death's lair.

"Thirteen," a booming, earth shattering voice calls.

I step up to Death, thankful I put all my clothes back on before the pull became too strong.

"Miss me?" I joke, immediately regretting my decision.

I heard the painful gust of wind before I felt it pierce my chest and blow me across Death's lair. My back slammed against the back wall and held me there as he climbed off of his throne. I groan, barely able to breath as Death took slow agonizing steps towards me. His arm raised in the air, holding me against the wall. At that point, my legs pathetically and involuntarily kick, desperately attempting to gain both traction and airflow.

Finally, he let go, the invisible grip instantly loosening. I gasped for air that's almost immediately ripped from my lungs again as he slammed his arm down, throwing me back onto the ground. The rock cracked as my body hits it and Death crouched down making menacing eye contact with me. I stay laying on the ground like a scared puppy, weak from many days in the Upperworld, all the sex and being thrown around like a rag doll.

"Tell me Thirteen," Death sneers, "are you having fun up there?"

"I gotta say, boss, it's better than this bullshit."

Death let out a dark chuckle, one that shook even me to my very core.

"And the girl."

"Y/n," I can't help but correct.

Death gracefully stands, pacing the floor in front of me, I stay on the ground.

"Right, yes. I can't help but notice you've missed the last-" Death checks an imaginary watch "three check ins. You're usually so prompt, so in check with yourself, Thirteen. You haven't lost focus of the goal here, have you?"

I must take a second too long to respond, because his fist is wrapped around the collar of my shirt, I'm in the air and he's in my face before I've opened my mouth. "Don't think I don't know what's going on. You have a goal. And one goal only. See out the mortal's death and bring me the soul. Unless you need me to do it for you. Hmm?"

"NO! No! I've got it under control, sir. Trust me."

"Perhaps I should reassign you. Ten can take the girl and you can take over Ten's assignment."

"Sir, that won't be necessary. I've got her dream report right here...if I may."

He nodded and I retrieved the list of most recent dreams y/n had been having. Death yanked it out of my hand and I watched as his dark eyes skimmed the paper.

"Very well," he said, seemingly satisfied. He dropped me and I fall yet again with an ugly thud. "You are to stay in the Underworld tonight. Report back to your assignment tomorrow."

I do my best at hiding my disappointment, knowing how upset y/n will be to find me gone when she wakes up. I turned to exit Death's lair and decided to add one more thing.

"She's different, you know."

His dark eyes snap up at me and for second I begun to think I had made a grave mistake. For a second I wished I could pop back into the upperworld.

"She's marked. She's got a Death Mark."

I watched as his face dropped, temporarily shocked by my words, but he quickly masked it. "A soul is a soul, Thirteen. And her soul is on the docket."

I turned my sore body, wanting desperately to get back into y/n's bed. Grim don't need sleep, but I had never so desperately felt the need to try.

"You've a lot at stake, Thirteen. A lot to lose. Remember that." I heard him say as I walked out.

"Death doesn't make exceptions."

This has been a sufferingsouls production

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[siremasterlawrence]

Taming The Broken

It is midnight the next morning on the very first day of September in 2023 to a screech shattering sound hits my window waking me up once more.

I hear the sound of buzzing noise penetrate the window emitting loud by my next door neighbors thinking he is slick enough to take control of the neighborhood.

Unfortunately for him I have a plan getting up I sneak from the window of my home on to the grass and run down the street to the cellphone towers.

Taking a deep breath I prepare myself to be able to climb to the top of the tower ready for my victorious moment of triumphant over everything.

Digging my feet into the pole I plant my right hand back in my pocket landing on small bug like device planting it in the metal box I pry open.

The device firmly settles in completely lites it up in a spectacular design of pure various shades of blue then sending a shock to the system.

The sharp jolt triggers through the electrical signal into the main power plant it explodes in excitement the whole town blows in a power move.

The entire city is in a for a show all upon a signal flick of my finger of my cellphone that I retrieve from my pocket and flick it on and type in my code.

The device starts on popping the app open I glee with utter joy pressing the start button it shakes up with vibrational control burst in to it all.

Soon everyone will be in for a delightful treat at exactly thirty minutes past midnight alert system go off triggering cellphones and as well regular telephones to go off.

Televisions turn on instantly blaring this odd yet calming buzzing sound erupting loudly throughout each hours, apartment and condos.

The buzzing sound erupts into peoples ears they roll up waking and to the sound their eyes stare into the ceiling and they lay on their backs.

A expressionless smile spread void over his face going cold their eyes rolling back into the socket they soon find themselves falling into a somber sleep.

The floor preventing your consciousness is in flux slowly it unravels under them pulling each half to a separate side of the room mu neighbor of course is the first to drop.

By the time I make it back to his house I can see the programming flickering, I hear the hypnotic sounds of sweetly serenading the brain.

I manage to make it to the front door unable to be detected I remove the carpet finding the key and I slip it in turning the key and then the knob.

The door opens as I ascend the staircase on to the top of the staircase I flip the light switch setting everything into darkness and j found him:

He is spread on the bed unconsciously in a free fall into submission unaware of my allmight presence overriding his mind I play with his hair.

“This is the voice of your God!”

“Loud and clear “

“You can hear me”

“I am your everything “

“The voice in your head “

“Every single thought pervasively invading mind”

“A shadow falling you “

“A nagging feeling”

“Your dark needs”

“What you really desire”

“You cannot ignore it “

“I am right no matter how you struggle “

“Denial is a weakness “

“Nothing more or less “

“A failure to accept is defeat”

“True strength in submission “

“Submit to me”

“Enjoy it freely “

The strong super toxic masculine types are often the easiest and most fun to break into puddle of destruction based on the fact it is a lie.

A fabrication based on the ancients worlds athleticism etched into history because of stupid statues made to look like gods but not all men are like that.

Happily I place four magnetic chips onto his pads placed onto his forehead one on the front, back and sides of the head lighting it up.

I crack up snapping my finger the image is projected into the air I can see his brain hot on scan in multiple different color schemes go awry.

Radioactive I can see his subconscious and his inner identity beginning to break in sync with my timing the area widens a bit at a time.

Creating an image I force myself into his mind forever causing me to be burnt into his mind so far in he could never forget not he could never resist.

“You will address me as Master Lawrence “

“You will answer me Sir Yes Sir”

“You will give in to my will”

“You will be at my feet”

“Obeying me fully “

“No questioning”

“My body is your temple “

“You love only me”

“I am the beginning “

“The ending “

“The either”

“The star”

“Perfect”

“Wake up “

“I love you Master Lawrence

The end

[writinggoodness]

My Boggart

Warning: Smut/angst/cuss wards/sexual act

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst

The room is bright with the rays coming from the Defense Against the Dark Arts room’s wide elongated windows. Laughter and hushed excited whispers with slight trembling voices talking to their friends for what’s about to come. I Look around with shifty feet hiding in the corner of the shadowy part of the room looking for my best friend Hobie. Not finding him anywhere I reluctantly looked towards where his six closer than blood brothers stand. Sunlight gleaming on them with all their face looking a little down cast, seeing them worry I know for a fact Hobie is sick today because he can make all of them at ease by putting them before himself, and thinking of how the one time I truly needed him the most, he’s sick.

Oh, how I wish our lesson was to defend ourselves from dementors, and panicking inside because I could have sworn that the scheduled date for defending against the boggart was next week and, not this week! I can feel my breathing start to pick up when the Professor asks us to get in a line in order to get started. As I start numbly move into the middle of the line, I try to think of excuses of a way to get out of here, but knowing if I back out now everyone will know I am a coward. Although, if I stay, he will know I’m terrified of him and it’s not exactly all his fault but when we were kids, he pulled a prank on me. One where I will never forget because of the nightmare of my childhood…

It’s pitch black, traumatizing silence, heart rate skyrocketing and not slowing down anytime soon, but nothing and I mean nothing compares the heart wrenching grief that holds me seeing my parents get murdered from other muggles. Not being able to help or scream loud enough for them to stop bashing their feet and fists into my parents’ limped bodies on the floor and all because of my witch powers show up because the strong bursts of emotions. For some reason my powers listened to my fathers’ words when he told me that he loved me, to be quite like a good girl, to not get caught, and to be safe. My body paralyzed from the gut-wrenching scene in front of me and the unknowing spell I put around me to keep me quiet was silencio.

Getting slightly nudged to go forward I snap from my haunting memories and looked at who nudged me to apologize for not paying attention, when my body stills just like before, one with terror and guilt. Jimin looks down at me with a slight smile and graces me with a nod of his head. My eyes widening, I mumble a small quiet, “Sorry.” Turning to look back in front of me to realize that there is the shocking nonexciting line. Shit I’m next. Next to my dreadful beginning, next to having guilt was over me with a lead like weight. Next, is having him know that he is my greatest fear. Next, is knowing that he is the most kind and generous guy now in school. Which will make this even more atrocious and last, but not least, is him knowing he is the only one to make that fear go away.

Gulping I step forward seeing the boggart changing into a shapeshifting mess trying to find my greatest fear. Which I can’t seem to prepare for. That’s when the once mixed emotion chatter becomes deathly silent because either my traumatizing despair looks right back at me or their utter shock of what the boggart turned into just for me to torture. Right now, there in front of me is Jimin laying on the floor beaten to the pulp with stab wounds leaking into a puddle of blood underneath him, as he reaches out to me saying, “help me.” I whimper out a crushing cry with tears streaming down my face, “No. please not again..” Shaking I clutch my wand realizing again this is just a boggart. I raise my hand getting ready to say ridiculous, but the boggart Jimin beats me to it. “You’re pathetic, even with your powers you can’t save me. Just like you couldn’t save your parents.” The exact same words the real Jimin said to me when he did the prank as a kid. Shaking my head vigorously I scream with determination, “NO YOUR WRONG!” vibrating with remorse I exclaim, “REDICLOUS!” In the next moment, the boggart Jimin turns into a healthy looking Jimin walking straight towards me with a gentle small smile. The same one he gives me in hallways, the same one after he apologized. Reaching out to caress my cheek, I lean into his hand when he gets ripped away from me. Opening my eyes to no longer finding boggart Jimin anywhere and that where I see the Dark Arts Professor look at me in concern. Then the once cold room that just turned into a nice cozy warm room turned once again

just like ice because of silence from my classmates and Jimin. Not even glancing at them, I rush past all of them running as fast as my feet can take me out of the room hearing the professor yelling for me to stop. Still too mortified from the whole situation, I don’t stop running and running until I end up under the bridge that leads to the lake dropping to my knees to weep into my hands hysterically. “How can I go back?”

Jimin’s Pov

Y/N sprints out of the room crying while I just stand there shocked by what just happened. Am I her biggest fear? I know what I did back then when I was a kid was wrong, but I had no clue it terrified her this much. Made her fear me this much. Made her hate me this much. I thought that her parents being murdered was just a rumor, a lie, but now I realize it wasn’t. Feeling guilt punch me in my gut, and feeling my heart twist in pain from actually hurting her this bad. Once again, I realize my horrific mistake but feel fifty times more regretful. I know I must make this right somehow, but what I don’t understand is why was I the one dying on the floor? Why was it so ridiculous and funny that I smiled at her and touched her? Does she really think I am still that kid? The kid that dared to do a prank and followed to do so just to prove my friends wrong. That stupid, heartless, jerk of a kid? The one I try to make up for every day since then and because of that.  I do know one thing and that is there is only one person who can tell me every answer I need to know, and I need it now.

Y/N’s Pov

Walking towards the edge of the lake I wipe my tears from my face. Drained from all the emotions, I slowly discard my clothes. At first going snail-paced, but after unzipping and taking off my skirt I start to yank and thrash to get my clothes off to be free. Free from the school. Free from being a witch. Free from guilt. Free from the most horrified moment of my life. Free from my parents’ death. Free from Jimin. Yanking my jewelry off I walk into the lake not noticing anything around me because I just want to be free and be relaxed in the ice numbing water. Wanting peace and quiet, I start to rush further into the lake when I get yanked back into a warm firm smooth chest. Still dazed and confused about what’s going on, I feel arms wrap around me holding me tight into this unknown person. Struggling to get free as I am naked. I feel the arms get tighter and I start to panic, so I start to scratch this guy’s arms to let me go. That’s when I hear a semi deep but soft voice whisper in my ear,” Please don’t kill yourself. I’m sorry for what I did. I’m so sorry please stay… Stay alive.” Frozen on the spot and mortified that this person thinks I’m trying to end my life I turn around in this guy’s arm to reprimand him that I’m not trying to die, but to just swim. I am looking up at the culprit as I open my mouth when my throat closes realizing it is Jimin. Not just Jimin, but a crying Jimin. One with so much pain and regret in his eyes. Feeling my muscles relax and soften not only from his touch, but from how much pain he seems to be in I swallow thickly raising my hand to hold his cheek, “I’m not trying to die Jimin.” His eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What? But the way you stripped so fast and desperately too, and the way you were crying. Not only that, but rushing into water faster when you heard me start yelling for you to stop. Exactly how am I supposed to think after all that happened?” Tensing up again from taking notice that I am naked and cold, but also the mention of what happened in the classroom. Shaking my head slowly a no I begin to speak again, “No, I didn’t hear you I was lost in my thoughts and numb from crying. I just wanted to get refreshed with the ice cold wat..” getting cut off he speaks incredulously, “ Butt naked?.. and at school?.. and in broad daylight?” Blushing scarlet red I justify myself while staring at his bare chest. Bare chest when did he? Never mind.  “I wasn’t thinking right, okay? I was emotionally drained after what happened in class, but also from crying so hard under the bridge. Look, I just want to swim and float, okay? I wanted to distract myself from everything.” Humming he pulls me tighter to himself right against him as my chest

brushes against his. “We need to talk Y/N, but as much as you are beautiful when naked. I’d rather talk to you when your fully dressed.” Hiding in his chest I nod in agreement, “That would be great and all, but I still want to swim, so you can stay and wait until I’m done, or you could join me in my skinny dip.” Looking back up I see and feel Jimin chuckle with his head thrown back before shaking it in disbelief as he lets me go before stripping his pants and boxers. When did he get rid of his shoes too? Was he really going to save me? “Enjoying the view Love?” “Huh?” I replied before realizing I was spaced out looking at his crotch the whole time. Mortified I speak rushing a little,” No! I mean yes, you look appetizing. I mean wait what? What I mean to say is you look fine and hot, but I was just spacing out. I swear!” Jimin starts to laugh so hard he squeaks while bending down touching his knees trying to control his fit of giggles. “Whatever you say Lovely.” Straiting up again he walks up to me with full teeth smile and grabs my hand and pulls me into the ice water. Once we’re completely enveloped by the lake water, he again pulls me close to his body to where my legs and arms naturally lock around his body. Staring into his eyes he speaks softly, “I’m sorry for what I did as we were children. I wouldn’t have done that if I thought the rumors of your parents were true. I regret it so much and I can’t apologize enough… but why? Why was I on that floor dying and not your parents. Why is it funny to you that I touch you or smile at you. Although, you allow me to pull you close now? It makes no sense.” Grabbing my chin with his thumb and forefinger, but then slightly moving his fingers to rub my cheek, I leaned into his touch. Closing my eyes I speak the truth, “After you changed, I saw you differently and after you apologized years ago, I forgave you, but then having Hobie as my best friend he won’t stop talking about you, so I saw you in a different light. Then you would smile at me with that small smile of yours and I would start to feel happy around you. Next, I sometimes catch you stare at me, and I would get butterflies because you wouldn’t look away.” Looking back up at him I see him smile gently and pushes me even closer until there is no room left and I gasped out looking at him with slightly hooded eyes as I felt his erection nuzzle in between my pussy lips. He’s so close to me, but not quite close enough to get rid of the burn. That desperate sensation to have him even closer.

Starting back up I continue,” What I’m trying to say is, that I fell for you Jimin. The fear that you end up like my parents as war might break out again in the wizarding world and..” Stopping I gasp again before moaning deeply as I feel Jimin hum deeply in pleasure when he slowly pushes all the way into me. “Oh my gosh, fuck, so thick Jimin.. mhmm..” Grabbing the back of my neck to make me look at him in the eyes with a desperate need for him to be even closer. Somehow… someway. “And?” He spoke gruffly when I moan, “Ugh Jimin…” I whisper as I start back up where I left off, “And the only way to make that fear disappear is your smile; oh, Fuck Jimin I need you closer please…” He didn’t even start thrusting yet, but I’m already a begging mess. I can’t help it though. Even being this close to him, chest to chest, legs tangled together behind him as I pushed him deeper inside me. Then noticing him bite his lower plush lip through my almost closed eyes from the pleaser of us connected. Hips to hips I continue moaning feeling that itch slowly getting scratched as he grinds his pelvis against mine, grazing his tip to my cervix. “And when our hands touch just slightly when you pass the paper to me in potions class. Just imagining us as lovers takes away any fear that I have.” “Oh baby… Y/N…You have no idea do you…Shit stop moving just for a sec..” I whimper in need as the burning itch is back. Desperate to have his tip brush my cervix again I pull his hair at the back of his nape to pull myself up before dropping back down until his tip hits the spot where my muscle inside my pussy tightens around him before breathily moaning his name. Jimin’s hold on me tightens to make me stop moving and crushing me to him to where it almost hurts. “Love, please let me finish talking and then I can take care of your needs, okay? But here maybe this will help the ache for a little bit, hmm?” Jimin bends down and connects his lips with mine before circling his hips a couple of times until his tip sits perfectly kissing my cervix. Moaning into our mouths he stills and speaks again, but urgently looking into my eyes. “I love you Y/N more than you know. Even as a kid I had a crush on you that is why my hyungs dared me to prank you that idiotic prank. After apologizing to you I

wanted you desperately to like me, but watching you avoid me..” Huffing he circles his hips again before slightly thrusting into me “ Fuck Jimin.. please, please, please.. My Love please…” Slightly growling in his throat he moans out before kissing desperately, “ Fuck it, I’ll tell you after”

Picking up his pace feeling his raw veiny dick rubbing my walls before hitting the spot where he brushes against my g-spot before hitting my cervix just right. “Oh yes …Jimin..” Digging my nails into his back before matching his thrusts. Feeling the water swish around us and in between our hips as our bodies glide on top of one another. Feeling his chest rub against my nipples, which makes a tingling itch go straight to my core just before he scratches that itch with each thrust. Moving back slightly to look at him just to see his eyes drooped with hooded pleasure before ducking his head down to take my left nipple into his mouth rubbing the tip of his tongue on the tip of my nipple. He looks up at me one more time before he sucks and closes his eyes. My head falls back before breaking out into the loudest moan yet, “Fuck Jimin baby.. Oh, fuck yes right there.”  Moaning out after almost each thrust of our hips when they collide again and again. Rumbling around my nipple he moves to the other. While bringing his left hand from my ass cheek, as to rub my clit in slow circles matching the thrusts of his hips. My breath hitches feeling my lower stomach slightly tighten, as it makes my walls tighten around his thick cock. “Oh shit… Y/N keeping doing that baby...” Kissing his way back up latching onto my neck before whispering huskily into my ear, “Can you Imagen us together on our positions desk?... Hmm? In the middle of the night where there is no one around and everyone is asleep?”  Thrusting faster and matching the pace with his fingers on my clit I moan out gushing out my slick. “Yes Jimin! I do and have imagined it when I’m alone in the dorm rooms…. Fuck, fuck, fuck.. but can you imagen us in the middle of class? Me jerking your cock and you rubbing my clit… Jimin please I’m so, so close .. please, please fuck me deeper…” Removing on of my hand from his back I rub my hand down to his chest. Down his stomach and all the way down to give his balls a nice gentle squeeze. “Jerking you

off until you come and then pretending, I dropped something just to lick all of you clean…” Thrusting deeper into you he groans loudly,” Fuck your so dirty… I Love it .. so close.”

Now thrusting into me harshly splashing the water all around us I cum moaning Jimin’s name repeatedly. “Fuck baby that’s it cum for me. Oh shit, I’m going to cum.. Y/N… fucking take me .. Take all of me.” Reaching up to kiss my mouth desperately while moaning into it as our skin slide on top of one another, “Fuck I love you Jimin.”  Slowing his thrusts Jimin rubs his hands from my ass to my hips all the way to my breasts, giving them a squeeze before taking ahold of my cheeks brings us closer together as we kiss deeply. Just enjoying one another’s touch and closeness. Jimin is still fully sheathed into me as we stay like this. Slowly touching one another and kissing what we can, mumbling I love you and sorry. Kissing my lips one more time he speaks with a gentle hum. “Date me Y/N. Let me show you my love and let me see more of your love for me.” Laughing quietly into his neck, “Okay… But we should get going we don’t want the headmaster to catch us.” His eyes widen, “Oh shit..” Furrowing my eyebrows I ask in concern, “What? What is it?” he looks at me slightly scared, “I don’t think it is our Headmaster that we should be worried of catching us, because look.” I look over my shoulder and squeal in shock. There right behind us is the Dark Arts teacher with his mouth hanging wide open.

(Credit Hogwarts to JK Rowling and BTS as Characters.)

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The -12 Step: Into Death's Bottle

I can tell before I open my eyes That the headache is already here And my stomach does the waltz like a professional I know this happened before

I open my eyes Face down on a piss, blood and vomit stained floor The only window is covered with what once was a white sheet

There's someone I don't know sleeping, nodded, shallow breathed I'm not sure they're even alive

I have no idea where I am or any clue as to why I'm here Another night gone in the blink of an eye

I'm not going to stop Not yet I haven't died yet and I know that's what I'm chasing

Once you lose the fear of death You lose the fear of everything

I'm ready to die I grab a glass bottle laying next to me a vodka breakfast with cigarette coffee I have to leave this place and figure out my way home

This is the start This is where I tripped and my legs locked up this is where I thought I knew death I saw it in brown bottles in multicolored pills in white oily powder blocks and tan dirty puddle water

Any water works for them bones

I am about to die And I should be scared I should be terrified

But I am nothing if not numb Let's do this I step out into the morning sun Of the city that has forgotten my name Forgotten my rage Forgotten my delusional god complex Fuck it. I'm going home.

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"Footsteps"

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A/N = I've never written anything quite like this before. So drop me a line and let me know what you think, yeah? Thanks!

C/W = Jesus. Um, degradation (consensual deg?), smacking face and ass, P👉V, Oral (again, it may not read as consensual, but it is) F👉M, little bit of a faux job. I think that about covers it. If I missed anything or spelled/grammatically fucked anything, lemme know.

ONE MORE TIME FOR THE BRATS OUT THERE ...

You lay there in a puddle of your own making. Pussy throbbing, little electrical currents still shooting through your core.

The tip of your nose itches. But there's nothing sexy about asking to be untied to scratch it. You just crinkle it and hope he walks by soon so you can rub it against him for some relief.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You look like an idiot right now, y/n. Stop it." His voice weighed down on you like the thickest fog you've ever been in. Eyes hazy from having who knows how many orgasms. You lost track after 7.

He knows.

He always keeps track.

Always keeps track to beat his last record.

"I do hope you're ready to begin, again?" He chuckled, "I mean, that's really just a courtesy warning. You will be ready. Very soon."

You nod your head, wondering, again, how the fuck you ended up here.

He knows.

He knows exactly why you keep coming back here.

He cut the rope that held you in place and you landed hard on your knees and hands.

"Spread your legs for me."

You comply, despite not having fully recovered from minutes ago.

Why ... why do you keep coming back here.

"I said open your legs like the whore you are. Now do it, or I'll do it for you. Hm?"

Ok, so wider then? You think you're so funny when you're on the floor for him.

You spread your legs until all you felt was pain.

Resounding pain deep within the unstretched and overworked muscles.

"Don't worry, pretty. The pain will subside once I start in on your filthy cunt."

You moaned.

"Ohhh, I almost forgot how you like to be told how fucking dirty you are. How silly of me."

He took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks until your lips puckered.

"Open. Your. Fucking. Whore. Mouth."

Sticking your tongue out between your lips, you knew that would get you in trouble with him.

"Now, just what am I supposed to do with that? Huh? You think I can just rub my cock all over your tongue until I cum?" He hung his head and laughed sardonically. "'Cause that's how it works. Now I gotta spank you. Now I gotta spank you."

He sighed like it was actually a real task for him to beat your ass.

"Open." *whack* "Your." *whack* "Mouth." *whack* "Jeeesus. Look how wet you are." He slid his curled up hand into your pulsing cunt and he pulled it out, sticking the pads of his middle finger against his thumb. "So fucking wet and needy, fucking pathetic little slut."

He put his booted foot out for you.

You knew what he meant by that gesture. But you liked it when he told you.

"Well, come on then, rub your pussy on my boot. I want to watch you cum all over it."

Wrapping your legs around his ankle, you struggled to get yourself close enough that you could do what he told you to.

"What's the problem here. Are you not able to cum anymore? Are you just completely broken now?"

You whimpered and tried pulling him down to the floor with you.

"Careful, that's awfully close to talking, what you just did there. Keep your dimwitted thoughts to yourself. No one cares what whores think about."

He began to pace around the small room.

"Well, if you can't fuck yourself against my leather boot, what the hell good are you. Jesus."

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up to your feet.

Your hands instinctively grabbed his wrists as he dragged you to an upright position.

Getting in your face, he squeezed your mouth together again.

This time you did as you were told.

Opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out, he spit on it.

"Now put that foul thing away and swallow the gift I just gave you."

You swallowed as you were told and waited. On pins and needles, you waited for his next instruction.

"Go stand at the window. Actually, get on your knees with your back to the window. Yeah, back to the window. And crawl there."

Dragging your hands and knees across the floor, you made your way slowly to the window.

Pretty sure you got a splinter from this fucking 100+ year old flooring. No matter.

What he did was far better worse anyway.

"Good. Good girl. You managed to follow the simple direction I gave to you." He clapped sarcastically. If that's even a thing. You pondered that for a second as he mustered up your next indiscretion.

"Pull my pants down, one hand, stick the other one in your mouth and suck."

Reaching up, you began to undo the straps around his thighs.

His legs were so sexy it made you moan and gag over/under/around your fingers. Your cunt clenching at nothing. You really were feeling like a desperate whore, so needy to be filled tonight.

Those fucking straps. If he'd let you, you'd take them off with your teeth. But then he'd run the risk of marking up his uniform. It's not as though that shit didn't happen already when he was out there flying around from tree to tree. From titan to titan.

You had to remember that this was his show.

And you were only watching.

But fuck, did you love to watch from outside of your own body while he bore down on you all of his frustrations of day-to-day shit.

"Hurry up, for fuck's sake. Take your fingers out of your mouth if that'll speed this up."

You pulled your soaked fingers from their place nestled on your tongue and tried to find something to wipe the saliva off.

You looked at his pant leg.

"Don't even fucking think about it, I swear to God."

Instead of his pants, you used your hair.

"You're fucking disgusting. You know that? You're absolutely ... fucking disgusting."

Flustered, he pushed your hands away from his pants and took the task upon himself.

"As usual, I'm the one who has to come in and take over. Goddamn ... it."

You wanted to touch yourself so badly. But that would only earn you a slap across the face.

It would make him feel better though, so you did.

Sneaking your fingers up over your reddened thighs you slid them between your legs. Between your soaked folds and found your clit. Aching. Hard. So fucking hard.

You began rubbing yourself before he noticed what you were doing.

But he heard. He heard the change in your breathing. It's gotten calmer. Softer. How you sound when you're starting to hit the right pace and pressure.

He turned around and watched you for a second. His steel-blue eyes softened for half a second before he remember what this rendezvous was all about.

"Fucking ... " he kicked your hands away from between your legs. " ... dirty. Good girls don't touch their filthy cunts. And we ALL know you're a whore. You just showed me, just there. Just now."

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest you could see your tits bouncing ever so slightly in response to the rapid pulse.

He walked to his desk and pulled the key from the secret box underneath. Unlocking the bottom drawer he pulled out an antique looking dildo. It was made of rose quartz. Perfectly smooth, no signs of mistreatment.

Holding it in his hand, he ran his eyes over the pink rock.

"You know what's coming, yes?" His steps to you were precise. Direct. Imposing.

Your big eyes told him all he needed to know.

He pressed the cold, hard tip into your face and rubbed it roughly across your lips, tracing the outline of your jaw.

"Show me what you'd do to my cock if I shoved it in your filthy mouth."

You took the piece from his hands and slowly worked your tongue around the tip of it.

Enveloping the entirety of it into your mouth, you pushed ... pushed ... pushed until it hit the back of your throat.

"Through your nose ..." he reminded you. It was too gentle how he told you that. Was he slipping?

The breaths through your nose were slow and deep. You did as he said. You always did as he said.

He hasn't lead you astray yet.

His eyes looked over your body as you sat on your knees, back to the window. Light pink plug being worked through your lips.

You were surprised when he started fucking into his hand.

You were surprised it's only taken this much for him to start that.

"Fuck, put that on my desk. Now." He barked at you.

There he is, you thought.

Finally.

Pulling it from your mouth you stood and walked across the room.

Tears ran down your face. Your nose was runny. What the fuck was up with your nose right now.

You wanted to sniff but that would disgust him even more.

Human behavior disgusted him.

"Bend over." He hurriedly waved his hands in the air. "The desk, fucking bend over it."

You could feel your pulse in your eyes it was hitting so hard.

At. Long. Last.

He came up behind you and leaned in close to your ear.

"Did you bathe before you came over here? You reek of desperation. You smell wet. Goddamn slut. Such a goddamn slut for me."

As he kicked your legs farther apart, he slipped his hand between your legs and just grazed the hair on your cunt.

It sent sparks through your blood. You fought the urge to lower yourself onto his fingers.

But it was no use. It felt too good. You'd been in this state for too long.

The waiting. The denial.

Bending your knees just enough to feel his fingers press further into your wetness, your breathing got heavier.

God, you wanted to touch him.

"What ... what the hell is this? Mm? I don't think I told you to fuck yourself on my hand."

He brought his hand down so hard on your ass even you shot him a warning look.

There was no remorse in his eyes. It just fueled the fire he had burning deep within him.

He smacked your still red, but other, more pale ass cheek.

"I like things that match. And that, just then, it didn't match." Tilting his head and cocking an eyebrow as a carefree admission. It was true. He does like things that go well together.

"Turn around. Face me."

You moved gingerly. Your ass was on fire.

He got down on his knees in front of you, examining your pussy like he's never seen one up close before.

"Fffuckk. How do you live with yourself when you're like this? Needy, needy, needy little cunt."

His words were making you writhe around against the cold, hard wood of the desk. Your thighs rubbing together at a fervent pace brought you no relief whatsoever.

"You're going to start a fucking fire if you keep that up. And didn't I tell you to open your legs? Didn't I already kick them apart?"

He started jerking himself off, standing just in front of your body.

"Oh, ohhh fuck. Feels s'good."

You just watched him as he pumped his hips to fuck his hand. Swallowing hard to rid your mouth of the saliva that pooled so shamelessly on the sides of your tongue. Your eyes not-so-silently begging him to let you touch him. Anywhere.

"You think you can do it better?" He chided. "Then fuckin' do it. Don't just stand there and wait for me to do all the work."

He slapped your face. Again, a little too hard. But you didn't miss the way his cock jumped when his hand landed on your already red cheek.

You stuck your tongue out again.

"Suck your fingers clean. Make sure they're fucking clean. Then we'll talk about you touching me with your filthy whore hands."

You sucked your fingers clean, making a show of it for him.

"I can't hear you." A gentle reminder.

Hm, curious.

The moaning was all it took for him to nearly come undone.

"Fuck! Get your fucking whore mouth on my dick. Right now. Right fucking now."

He pushed your head down towards his cock, but you weren't ready. Your gag reflex was too sensitive. You coughed and sputtered on the tip of his throbbing cock.

"Ohhh fuck, Goddamn, y/n. Have to fuck your throat. I don't have time to deal with this bullshit. You have one job while you're here and I can't even get you to do that right. What the fuck is wrong with you? Just open your mouth. Just fucking open your mouth."

He pushed your head down on his cock and thrust his hips into your face.

"Just ... just like that. Jesus. Goddamn, y/n. You're so fucking filthy. Fucking filthy bitch."

You felt your throat tighten around his cock and it made him twitch.

Him twitching make you clench.

He held your head down, fucking up into your mouth.

"Fffffuck."

You pulled away, choking on your own spit.

He wiped your face with his hand.

"Open your fucking mouth, y/n. I told you I'm going to fuck your throat. Open your mouth."

You did as you were told.

His hips were jerking at a desperate pace.

"God, fuck. Fuck, y/n. Your mouth feels so fucking tight and wet. I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Ohh,fuck."

You swallowed his load, gagging slightly on the thick, warm liquid that shot from his cock.

"Jesus. I don't ... what is ... what's there to say."

He wiped his thumb across your chin and pressed it into your tongue.

"Just ... just a second. Just ... a second."

You sat there, waiting.

"Ok. Ok, come here."

He led you to the couch in the corner and sat down, pulling you onto his lap.

"I had a really shit day. And you just made it less shit."

You leaned into his chest.

You knew it was coming.

But for that second of hearing his heart rattle in his chest, it was heaven.

"Don't get too comfortable down there. You know I'm not done."

He pushed you off of him and onto the floor.

"On your feet, Cadet. Come on, hurry up."

You got onto the couch and he pressed your head down into the cushion.

"Much better."

He rubbed his cock against your ass until he was hard again.

"You ready to take me into your whore cunt?"

You nodded, mouth still pressed into the cushion.

He pressed his tip into your pussy and started fucking into you.

"Fffffuck, y/n. God. You're so fucking wet." He got more and more quiet the longer he went on. "So wet. Fuck. You're so wet."

You moaned into the cushion.

"Turn your head. I want to see your eyes when you cum for me. Fuck. Turn your head."

You did as you were told.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum in you. I'm gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of you. Fuck,fuck,fuck."

He pushed his cock all the way inside of you and you felt him twitch.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

"This is the only chance I'm giving you to cum one last time. So get on the boat or swim to shore. Your call."

He pulled his cock out and sat back on the couch.

Pulling you into his lap, he lined himself up with your dripping hole and sunk you down onto him all at once.

"Y/n. Fuck. You feel so fucking good." He was getting close. He always got nicer when he was getting close. "Fucking ... hah ... filthy little whore. I'm gonna cum in you so fucking hard. Fuck."

He fucked into you at a frenetic pace, not stopping for anything. Paying no mind to the grunts, groans and curses that left your mouth. If anything, it was egging him on more.

"I'm gonna cum, y/n. Fucking take it. Take all of it in that fucking cunt of yours. Filthy ... fil-thee ... ah, fil- FUCK! OH FUCK!"

He pulled you down hard onto his lap, filling you up with his seed.

"Jesus ... fucking ... Christ. Oh fuck, y/n."

You collapsed onto his chest and he held you tight.

"You're the best little whore for me, y/n. Just wait till next time. Next time will be even better."

You snuggled into him, wondering what he had in store for you next.

"Ok, ok, you gotta go. I gotta get back to my shit. God, you're just so ... distracting."

He pushed you off of his lap and onto the messy cushion next to him on the couch.

"You're not getting paid to be on the floor." He almost yelled.

"Levi?" You said.

"Yes," He gathered up his clothing from the floor and put everything back on. "I ..." he sighed and looked at you like he didn't just spend the last 2 hours treating you like absolute shit.

Like he already missed you.

Emotionally constipated bastard.

"I love you, too." You said as he closed the door to his office and you heard his footsteps, a little less heavy than when he came in, heading down the hall. 

[becauseiamnotanelephant]

ripple effects

It has been brutally hot this week, and for reasons I don't understand, our contractor chose this week to do our roof/deck project. In anticipation of him needing some cold water, yesterday we turned on the ice machine in the freezer, which we usually don't use. A seemingly innocuous action...

Today I got up early, as usual, and folded some laundry before getting ready to go out for a bike ride. Hannah woke up around 6:30 so I went up to try to get her to go back to sleep but it wasn't promising. I went back downstairs to get by bike shoes and found a huge puddle of water on the floor next to my bike.

With a little investigation, it seemed the leak was coming from the ceiling, right under the fridge. I turned off the ice machine, cleaned up the floor, and then went to tell Graham there was a leak. Of course he got up to check things out, which meant that there was a lot of commotion that Hannah heard. And then she was up too, before 7 AM.

I gave her the option of going back to lay down or to come with me on a bike ride. She opted for a bike ride, so we went for an hour bike ride around town only to arrive back home to find the fridge in the middle of the kitchen and Graham finding the source of the leak.

Mystery solved, bike ride achieved, and a very long day ahead of us.

[mpwrites]

(flash fiction) (spoilers in tags)

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…” Rosare paused in recollection, murmuring to himself and pulling on his fingers to attach dates to events in his memory, “It has been 18 months since my last confession.”

“Why so long, my child?” asked the voice on the other side of the screen. It had a strange quality, not quite a lisp but something near it.

“I am called to go many places,” Rosare sighed. “Most happen to be far from the church’s light”

“It is no matter; you are here now. Please begin when you are ready.” The priest sounded familiar. It was possible they had met before—Rosare had sought sanctuary in this parish between hunts some time ago—but despite his infrequent visits to the confessional, he recalled the intended anonymity of the practice (as well as the universal discomfort of the creaky wooden seats inside).

“Lately, I find it hard to get out of bed. All afternoon, I lay there like a paperweight on the record of my life. The days run together like candles that have melted and melded in a puddle, impossible to scrape up.”

The priest mumbled something Rosare couldn’t make out, it almost sounded like he said, “Moody as always,” before straightening his throat and his posture. “It’s not a sin to be depressed, my child.”

“I’m *not* depressed.”

“Sulking in bed all afternoon sounds like depression to me.”

Rosare shot a burning glance at the screen, “My work usually takes place at night. So I’m in bed most of the day.” Why was he getting angry with the priest this easily? His booth-side manner left something to be desired, but still, Rosare could feel his blood starting to boil; he’d have to carve some new stakes to work out his frustration later. Still… “And I don’t sulk.”

“You were positively brooding when you lost me in Istanbul—even perched upside-down, I could tell.”

What.

Rosare threw open the screen that separated their booths, the wood making an awful screech that he felt in his teeth. But that was nothing compared to the pointy, protruding upper canines of the priest.

“Rugen! What are you doing?! The hell have you done with the priest?”

“It’s Father Rugen now, if you don’t mind.”

His pale visage remained calm in the face of his hunter, with the shit-eating grin that seemed to be another vampiric ability.

“Shut up.” Rosare desperately wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose, put a hand over his head, some instinctual show of exasperation, but he overrode his instincts to keep his eyes locked on Rugen. “What do you want with this place? How are you even on holy ground?”

Father Rugen threw up his hands, “I’ve been born again! Fitting seeing as I’ve technically died.”

“But vampires don’t have souls!”

“Yeesh, that’s harsh. I’ll admit, I’m new at this, so the theology is fuzzy, but that sounds a lot like a superstition to explain the admittedly awful things a lot of vampires do.”

Rosare let his instincts take over; he had to take a break from looking at the fangs/white collar combo. “So I’m supposed to believe that you flew over here and they let you into the chu—oh criminy, you didn’t put the elders in thrall to let you in, did you?”

Presumably, Rugen would have blushed if his capillaries had any blood to show for it. He tapped his finger on the side of the booth for a moment. “Well, I did ask for forgiveness afterward.”

“Good God.”

“Hey now, none of that. I’ll give you three Hail Marys if you do that again…Wait, is that where your name comes from? Like rosary?”

Rosare let out a sigh that nearly blew off the velvet-lined wall of the confessional. “Just tell me this, how many of the necks in this parish have fang marks on them?”

“Please!” His offense was obvious. “The only blood I need is the blood of Christ.”

Rosare’s face fell in disbelief, “You can’t mean…”

And from the floor of the booth, he produced a small cup of dark red liquid and raised it, “Transubstantiation! Crazy, right?”

[sexyvampkitty]

RP Mini-Solo 11: 'Broken, Battered, Bitter, Bitchy...Vengeful'

Just another night...just another dingy little hotel room a few miles away from the outskirts of Mystic Falls. Every night...I move further and further away from that town...trying to put as much distance between it and myself as inhumanly possible. I have no idea when I might be returning...but I know that I'm not ready to set foot back in that place just yet...not after everything that I've recently been through. I sit on the edge of the bed...turning my head to glance over my shoulder at the young dead guy laying sprawled out behind me...throat savagely torn open...blood still oozing from the rather large and ragged holes in his neck. He's got wavy dark hair and blue eyes...just like my total bastard of an ex husband...well...maybe not quite as blue...but close enough. Over the past few nights...I've taken up the habit of killing anyone who happens to look like him...both human and vampire alike...whether I crave vampire blood now or not. I'm making no distinctions at this point. Maybe it's better that I don't try to patch things up with my ex boyfriend at the moment after all. I might snap his neck...drain him dry...rip his heart out...tear his head off...or possibly all of the above...for no other reason than having the same damn face. On the floor a few feet away sits a small cereal bowl...with pictures currently burning it it...torn up into little itty-bitty pieces...old vacation photos from a life that could've been...but never was...and was probably never meant to be in the first damn place. I don't even know why I bothered to keep the pictures from Nassau and Bora Bora this long. Honestly, I didn't even know that I still had them. I just sort of...found them in my purse after I left Damon's house...along with pictures of my ex boyfriend...some of which are actual photos that I still held onto in my wallet...and other pictures that I still had on my phone. No matter how much I wanted to delete them after I got married...something deep down inside me told me that I shouldn't...like some small part of me even then knew that this new life wasn't going to work out for me. Reaching a hand over towards the small bedside table...I pick up a long piece of wood...along with a big...sharp knife...and start whittling away like crazy. I swear, if I 'ever' see my ex husband again...in Mystic Falls or anywhere else...I'm going to shove this stake that I'm currently carving right through his heart...or possibly up his ass. How dare he. How dare he lure me in with shiny and expensive gifts...the flowers...the clothes...the jewelry...promise ring...engagement ring...wedding ring...bracelets...necklaces...etcetera....and the promise of forever...and then just decide that he didn't want me? Decide to dump me like yesterday's garbage? I never wanted any of those things. I only wanted someone to hold me and to give me cuddles...someone to love me...and it turns out that I had that someone all along...and I freaking blew it. I know that I shouldn't feel any emotions...especially with my humanity currently off...but one is managing to slip through the cracks of the stone wall that I have around my heart. Rage. Pure...unadulterated rage. I hate him. Pure and simple. I've never hated anyone this much before...not even Wes...and he's the one who captured me...tortured me...and turned me into a 'ripper'. Nope. I don't hate anyone on this whole entire 'planet' as much as I hate my ex husband right now. I've been broken...and battered...and now...I'm vengeful. I hope he enjoys his time on the 'Other Side'...after I ram this stake through his chest. Or...maybe I'll get lucky...and he'll go straight to Hell...where he can rot for all eternity. It would serve him right. After I finish my work on the stake...I place it back on the bedside table and get to my feet...walking to the door...deciding to go out again...pausing as I place my hand on the door handle. I turn my head and glance over my shoulder one more time...a frown transforming my features as I stare at the large...fairly fresh...puddle of blood staining the bed sheets a deep...dark...red. Screw it. I am SO not cleaning that mess up. I'll just leave it and let someone else deal with it. I honestly don't give a crap. It's not really my problem. But damn...the sight of all of that blood is making me 'really' hungry again. I feel my face go into total vamp mode instantly as I let out a feral growl. I turn my head back around...turn the knob...and disappear into the dark night. Maybe I'll get lucky...and run into my ex husband before the morning. I'll show him what being a 'ripper' really means. And anyone else who looks like him...had better get the Hell out of my way...or be ready to face the consequences. (END)

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Perfection

4 whole months with your husband and your daughter. These past 4 months had felt like a dream, a gift you never wanted to return or let go of. Kyojuro had healed, slowly but surely. The scar on his stomach was almost fully healed, a lighter patch on his usual sun-kissed skin. But it was Hinata that you found yourself thinking about the most. From her first spurt of laughter to her tender smiles when Kyojuro hummed to her. She spent a lot of time on the floor with Kyojuro, laying next to each other, so he didn’t strain himself, and she could get the time to work on her reflexes. Amane called it ‘tummy time’ when she visited after a month, her soft expression as she watched Kyojuro and Hinata lay on the floor, both of them on their stomach, matching yellow eyes staring at each other, unblinking. You were constantly told about the first year of your baby's life seeming to fly by, the large amount of development that would happen in the blink of an eye, it wasn’t a lie.

“She’s swimming” Kyojuro spoke up from the floor where he sat with Hinata, her little kimono bunched around her waist as she kicked absently behind her, enjoying the freshly cleaned floors that allowed her to slide forward with every kick. You sat down next to your husband, leaning into his embrace as he pulled you closer to him. “Look at this little spitfire. She learned how to kick and now she is always ready to go swimming. The next Water hashira in the making, I hope Tomioka is ready for a replacement” A laugh erupted from Kyojuro, loud and boisterous as usual. The booming cackle startled Hinata, throwing her straight into a crying fit as she wiggled on the floor, crocodile-sized tears forming a puddle under her chubby cheeks.

“Kyo, quieter, you keep scaring her” You cooed at your daughter as you scooped her up, Rocking her in your arms as you mumbled apologies to her. She continued to wail into your shoulder, small hands gripping onto the stray hairs that were falling out of the bun you had wrapped this morning. Bouncing her in your arms you wandered to the engawa, sitting on the edge of the porch so you two could enjoy the sun. She was so much like her father it was scary. She enjoyed the sunlight and outdoors almost as much as he did, always wanting to spend their time outside. You had no doubt that when she got older you would never get them in the house, having to build a shack small enough for their futons so they could sleep before going back to the outdoors. For now though, you used the outdoors to help settle her nerves, the peace it always seemed to provide her as she basked in the sunlight. “Alright sunshine, do we feel better now? I’ll make sure daddy keeps it down for you okay sweet girl?” You cooed at your daughter, peppering her face with kisses as you spoke to her. Her cries had settled into small hiccups, her small body bouncing at the force of them. Her round eyes stared at you, unblinking like her father, but the cute blond curls that framed her face had you almost in tears every time you looked at her. How could one small being be so incredibly cute?! Kyojuro shared the same sentiment. His first week at home was spent with him in bed, you and Hinata cuddled up with him as he boasted about how breathtaking his family was. You could feel the porch move as Kyojuro walked up next to you, the grey haori over his kimono almost draping over your shoulders at his closeness. You looked up at him, smiling.

“I keep telling you Kyojuro, a child of the sun. I am thoroughly convinced of it at this point” He nodded, sitting down next to you, He let out a huff as he bent to sit down fully, his muscles still getting used to being used once again.

“Do you think she likes me?” Your head tilted at his absurd question.

“Of course she does, she is an exact copy of you, how could she not!” you chuckled.

“She cries when I laugh.” You paused at his downcast eyes, he actually believed his daughter did not like him.

“My love, my flame, the light of my life. You are loud, I understand why, you have a hard time gauging your volume, your ears have been damaged, I am aware. But she is still growing, still developing. She is sensitive to loud noises, and she will be for a while” You shook your head, leaning into him so you could lay your head on his shoulder, his head resting right on top of yours. He let out a sigh, the action reverberating into your body.

"I know I'm not a mind reader but trust me when I tell you, she loves you. She falls asleep so quickly when you hold her, your warmth is something that she will always adore. She loves tummy time with you. She doesn't stop giggling when you two wiggle on the floor. Kyojuro I have to kick you out of the room when she's feeding because she constantly wants to look at you. I'm actually pretty sure that you are her favorite. Plus, she's too young to hate someone yet" he listed his head, pulling away from your embrace which caused you to look up, catching a peek of the tears gripping his eyelashes. He was turning away, feigning a yawn as he rubbed at his eyes.

"Ah, the boys will be here soon, I'll go put Hinata down for a nap, okay?" Patting his thigh as you got up, Hinata stirring in your arms. "go wash up and get changed, you get dirt on that kimono and I'm going to be upset" you motioned towards the red fabric he wore, the dark color compared to his brighter features made him look ethereal, you thanked whoever was up there that you decided to surprise him with it. He nodded, still turned away from you as you disappeared into the house.

It wasn't long since you had laid Hinata down, whispering sweet lullabies and small tales of adventure and love. The clatter of teenage boys filled your house, the booming voice of your husband trying to parade them out to the back yard, out of the range of Hinata. Although Kyojuro wasn't fully healed, he had promised to take on the three slayers that had joined him on his last mission. They trailed behind him as he was escorted home by the Kakushi, Shinobu carrying a satchel of medications and ointments for his care.

"Hello, sunflower, and my sweet little sunspot" Kyojuro beamed as he was helped to bed, laying next to where Hinata was curled up in one of Kyojuros' haoris while you folded laundry. You smiled, thanking the Kakushi as you followed them out of the room, leaving Kyojuro with his daughter. The flame patterned haori wrapped around her small body, enveloping her in her own warmth as she slept soundly, unbothered by the new presence in the room. The faint stains of blood on the fabric clung to the edges, you had worked so hard on trying to scrub them out, working through tears as the thought of almost losing your husband the same time you brought your daughter into the world. Although you never said anything to him, not even when everyone openly talked about the face-off against the upper moon and the flame hashira. Kyojuro knew how you felt though, the refusal to speak about it was all the confirmation he needed to know how upset you were. You had often expressed your worry Every Time he left, the expression only becoming more desperate as you got further along in your pregnancy. You returned to the room silently, the house making no noise to your whereabouts as you crept into the bedroom. Moving the clothes and placing them in their respective spots to make more room on the bed. It wasn't until Kyojuro spoke that you finally stopped to acknowledge him.

"There are almost no stains on it, thank you for saving it" his fingers danced along the edge of the fabric, trying not to rouse the small figure curled under it.

"Mm, it was a hard task but I think no one will notice it, I got it out of the white which was what I was worried about" you smiled, patting his leg as you passed by, another pile of clothes in your arms. The smile was hollow, the emotion never reaching your eyes like it usually did.

"Y/N" he called on you, drawing your attention to him as he never said your real name. "I'm sorry to have pained you as I have. I-" he sighed "I couldn't let anyone die. Not when everyone was doing so well, a lower moon is no easy feat for such young kids. If someone would have died, then their work would have been for nothing" You hummed, trying to avoid the growing hurt in your chest. “When the upper moon showed up, I figured I could at least hold him off from killing anyone” the clothes hit the floor

"But it's okay if you die, right? No one on a goddamn train is allowed to die, except the one person that should be coming out of this alive. What were you thinking, Kyojuro!?" The dam had broken, the usual calm in your voice thrown to the wind as you spoke to him, the sharp whispers as you avoided yelling.

"I have a duty to keep Y/N, you've known that it's not al-"

"You have a duty here! I can't get pregnant by myself, I can't marry myself, no matter how much it feels like I have. Why would you go up against someone you know will kill you. He's killed dozens of other hashira before you, what makes you different?!" He leaned forward, his hand supporting his stomach as he glared at you.

"Stop. You know what could happen, you agreed that being a hashira comes before everything when we got married" a scoff burst through your lips, your head turned away as you wiped furiously at the tears drying on your cheeks. You didn’t say anything else, leaving the bedroom before you woke Hinata, hoping for some fresh air.

The fight still felt fresh in your heart, not another word was spoken about it since then but with the teenage boys visiting your home every day, it was a constant reminder. It didn't take long for Hinata to fall asleep, being a baby seemed to be exhausting because she was always more than willing to take a nap. You adjusted the small blanket covering her before removing yourself from where you sat next to her cradle. You walked to the backyard, choosing to view the training session that took place every afternoon. You had gotten most of the housework done thanks to the help of Senjuro who had been stopping by occasionally to help while Kyojuro recovered. The backyard was surprisingly quiet, usually the sound of wooden swords hitting each other flooded your ears, but today was met with silence. As you arrived on the engawa you were met with a sight you weren't expecting. The three boys all sat on the ground, forming a half-circle around Kyojuro who spoke softly, retelling a story.

"So I returned, my hearing was damaged, and I was thoroughly beaten, but I did it. I had officially become the flame pillar, taking over after my father" he had just finished the story, one you remembered like it was yesterday. He had been courting you for 3 whole months when he announced his trial to become the flame pillar. He spoke to you adamantly about how hard it was going to be and he would be back soon. You had wished him all the luck you could give him, silently praying he made it back so you could continue to see him. It didn't take long for him to wiggle his way into your life, becoming a constant entity in your thoughts and even your daily routine. He would visit Every evening before he went out for the night, he even sent constant letters when he had to go away. The memory made your lips twitch, a smile wanting to break through the peaceful rest of your cheeks.

"Were you married then?" The red-headed boy leaned closer, eyes glistening with interest as he asked the question. Tanjiro. Kyojuro often talked about the strength the three of them possessed, but it was Tanjiro he spoke about the most, expressing that he felt great power when it came to him.

"No, I had only just started courting her, but I figured if I could become a hashira and show my strength I would have no problem making Y/N my wife" Kyojuo laughed, the sound cracking in the still air as you listened on.

“I have to thank the three of you. I’ve been meaning to.” He released a long breath “I don’t think I would have made it back without all of your help. With the upper moon especially, without your interference, there is no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t be able to come home to my wife and daughter. So I sincerely thank the three of you, I owe you a lot”

“Haha, google eyes has dubbed me his savior!” Standing like a king, the boar-headed boy cackled, jumping up and down as he yelled in triumph.

“Rengoku, sir, please don’t think you owe us! It is an honor to be able to see you with your family! It's obvious you cherish them! Please just enjoy your time now!” Tanjiro yelled, waving his hand about as he panicked at the sincerity in Kyojuro’s expression. The blush that tainted his cheeks and the tears that clung desperately to his lashes, not quite ready to fall. Kyojuro nodded, looking away from the young male to avoid him seeing such a vulnerable side of him. He was supposed to be his mentor, strong, charismatic, and brave. Not some crybaby who teared up at the thought of leaving his wife alone. The boar-headed boy had seated himself once more, small huffs of pride streaming through the nostrils of his mask.

“Kyo, can you come here? I need help with something” Finally making your presence known you called to your husband. He nodded, instantly getting up from the ground as he jogged over, the light exercise darkening the red in his cheeks.

“Yes, sunflower?” He wrapped his finger between yours, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles before stepping up onto the porch to meet you at the proper height.

“I wanted to apologize Kyojuro” He looked dumbfounded, his blonde tresses moving around his shoulders as he tilted his head, a questioning gesture. “You were right when you said you had things to fight for, about your duty. I was too focused on the fact that I almost lost you to see that you were fighting for more than humanity. I understand why you fight Kyojuro, I’ve known. Thank you for working so hard my love, I know it hasn’t been easy. You’ve sacrificed a lot but I'm so glad you are still here” Your hand reached up, toying with the edge of the black patch he kept over his eye, hiding the glazed-over white globe. He hummed, practically purring under your touch as you ran a thumb over his cheek, enjoying the way he leaned into your embrace.

“I understand, sunflower. But I wouldn't let anything keep me from you and Hinata, not even Muzan himself. How could I leave the 2 most perfect people alone?” His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he leaned into you.

[patd--phan]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

[deviltoys]

― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

warings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, virginity loss, sacrilege, taboo acts, incest, age gap (18-30), pastor!reader, exhibitionism, sex in a church, misusage of the bible, religious speak, little to no prep, dumbification, creampie, degrading, manipulation, corruption, belly bulge, daddy k.

juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

[wordsafterhours]

Songs About You: Chapter 4

I couldn't wait to post the chapter. I told myself I'd wait but here I am, giving into my own whims. I hope you all enjoy!

Also, apologies in advance for chapter 5.... I'm working on it now and I'm feeling a little bit *mean*

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“You have to be the most unobservant person I have ever met,” he quietly growled. 

Aelin attempted to step back out of his grasp, but the hands on her arm and back didn’t allow her—they only tightened at the attempt. This left the pair almost chest to chest and she was growing increasingly aware of the proximity with each second.  If he didn’t let go soon, she was going to be a puddle on the floor or Chaol would intervene. This was already a scene that did not need to be escalated. 

“I’m actually not. You just happen to have caught me off guard it seems,” she replied with equal annoyance coloring her words. 

“Twice.” 

“And your point being?” 

“Either I’m right and you are wrong, or I’m on a lucky streak that needs to be capitalized.” He leaned down, his lips almost touching the shell of her ear, “Which do you think it is, Aelin?” 

An involuntary shiver ran down her spine and tingles raced down the side of her neck. Fuck me, fuck him, fuck this bar, she screamed internally. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed her traitorous body’s reaction. Hopefully Chaol wasn’t watching this entire altercation but with luck lately, me most likely was. 

“I think that you can fuck right off,” she ground out, finding the will to extricate herself from his grasp. 

“My my my, there’s that arrogance again, too.” He smirked, delighting in pressing every single one of her buttons like a kid in an elevator. If she was a man, she would have already punched him in his square jaw. She could stomp on his foot with her heel though… that was a plausible idea. 

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a real prick? You want to blast me for my attitude but from where I’m standing, you shouldn’t be throwing rocks in glass house. Pot meet kettle, get off your high horse, you know whatever idiom you prefer.”  

“Well maybe if you were more observant, I wouldn’t be such a ‘prick’. You literally smacked into me because you were too busy staring at some guy across the bar than paying attention to where you were going. But I’m at fault?”

Aelin had had enough at this point and was about to lay into him when she felt a familiar presence slide in behind her, a warm hand coming to rest on her lower back. “Everything all right here, babe?”

If she could have disappeared right then, she would have. She was in no way ready for the pissing contest that was about to happen between these two. Instead of making a run for it, she turned and looked at Chaol, mustering a reassuring smile, “Everything’s fine.”

“I was just advising her to be more careful and pay attention to where she was walking.”

“It’s a bar man, people run into one another all the time. It. sure looked like you were doing more than advising her,” Chaol spat. Aelin could feel him tensing up against her. 

Fuck me. 

“Whatever dude. I don’t have time for this. She ran into to me and that’s that.” 

“Chaol it’s fine. He’s right, I need to pay more attention,” she quietly agreed, trying to dissipate the tension. 

“It was an accident; he doesn’t need to be a dick.” 

“A dick. You’ve been standing here all of five seconds and are slinging names?”

Chaol pushed Aelin slightly behind him and the two men stepped closer to one another.  She certainly wasn’t going to get into the middle of them and get punched. If they wanted to throw punches and be idiots, she’d let them. Her boyfriend looked like he was about to throw a punch when a hand gripped his shirt collar and yanked him back.

“That’s fucking enough. Can’t you see how uncomfortable you’re making Aelin? The whole fucking bar is staring at y’all. Just because this guy wants to be a jackass, Chaol, doesn’t mean you have to be.  Your girlfriend can defend herself,” chastised Manon, her manner leaving no room for argument; she could be quite terrifying when she needed to be. 

Chaol did have the gall to look ashamed as considered her friend’s words. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Let’s get those drinks and find, Elide.” He threw his arm around Aelin’s shoulders and headed them towards bar. Aelin was quietly thanking the gods and barely managed to catch the uttered “I’ll be seeing you”. 

The trio met Lysandra at the bar and ordered their respective drinks before heading to the table that Chaol had procured prior to pissing contest. Aelin’s whiskey sour was almost completely gone by the time they sat down; perhaps she should have gotten two of them. 

“I can’t believe that guy,” Lys said, breaking the silence. 

“Some people are just assholes,” Aelin offered up. She really wanted to talk about anything else.

“Do you know him, Aelin? He seemed like he knew you?” 

“No, babe. I’ve never seen that guy before and I’m fucking glad I don’t. I have enough assholes in my life already,” she jested, waving a hand to indicate her friends were said assholes. 

“We love you, too,” Manon chuckled. 

“I still haven’t seen, Elide. And she hasn’t answered in the group chat. Her punishment will be that she missed out on the show.”

“She’s probably too busy making out with her friend somewhere, you know she has a kink for PDA,” Aelin reminded the group. Elide seemed innocent, with her big, black doe eyes and long black hair, but she wasn’t, she was likely the least innocent of them all. Aelin loved her all the more for it. 

Chaol placed a soft kiss to her temple and asked if anyone needed a refill.  He clearly was using his beer to temper his attitude and she couldn’t fault him for it. This night had gotten off to a really shitty start. All three women agreed they needed more drinks and Chaol headed off with the promise of shots and refills. He knew how to have a good time, which was likely a result of growing up best friends with Dorian, who was the life of the party 24/7—the man did not have an off switch. 

“Okay, Aelin. We all know you lied to your boyfriend right now, who the hell was that?” 

So we’re doing this now? Aelin internally groaned as she dropped her head against the table. “Rwn,” she mumbled into the wood.

“What? We can’t hear you,” Lys chimed. 

Aelin mumbled his name again, hoping they’d heard her. 

“Still can’t hear you.”

“Ugh, Rowan. I said that was ROWAN,” she barked, lifting her head off the table to glare at both of them. 

“He is hot. And angry. But Hot Angry Book Guy is too long of a nickname, it’ll have to be one or the other. What say you, M?”

“Angry Book Guy seems more fitting. He was bristling when Chaol walked up.  I thought there was going to be a fight.”

“Well, I took pitty on Aelin. She looked like a deer in the headlights.”

“I suppose we wouldn’t have made Elide too happy if we’d gotten kicked out of here before we’d even met up with her,” Lysandra admitted sadly. 

“Pitty,” Manon said before clinking her empty glass on the table. 

Aelin was trying to do her best to keep up with her friends’ conversation, but she kept getting distracted thinking about Rowan’s hands on her skin. The calloused pads of his fingers had caused delicious friction against her spine, and she’d be a damn liar if she said it hadn’t been one of the most attractive things that had happened to her. 

And she shouldn’t be thinking that. She was in love with her boyfriend, Chaol, who came to her rescue and was happily getting them all another round of drinks. He was great. He’d been through so much with her, supported her when she needed it. 

“Earth to Aelin!” 

Aelin shook her head and found Chaol waving a hand in front of her face. She hadn’t perceived his return. Perhaps she really was as unobservant as Rowan had accused her to be. “Sorry, I spaced out. I have a mountain of stuff to tackle tomorrow at work.”

“It’s fine, I know being your own boss is tough on you sometimes, but you make it look so effortless, love.” She nodded her head in agreement but offered no further acknowledgement of his praise. He didn’t seem to care and slid his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side as he joined in the conversation with her friends. She was content to merely sit and listen—the altercation earlier had taken all the wind out of her sails. 

Somewhere around five or six whiskey sours, two karaoke songs, and a two-step around the dance floor, Aelin was extremely buzzed and ready to go home.  Her friends and boyfriend, not so much. She’d been sitting at their table alone watching the other three party like they didn’t have to be up for work in six hours. Maybe they didn’t, she hadn’t asked, and they hadn’t said. 

Her turquoise eyes met Lysandra’s bright green ones and she mouthed that she was going to the bathroom; Lys gave a thumbs up and went back to the game of darts. Aelin wasn’t quite sure where the bathroom was but assumed It was back towards the bar area. Vigilantly she weaved in and out of the drunk groups of patrons, taking extra care not to bump into anyone, especially Rowan if he was still around. 

She had not seen him since the almost fight, which was weird but maybe he had left after making such an ass of himself. They’d also never found and heard from Elide. She’d blown them off and Aelin couldn’t wait to roast her… the dick better have been immaculate or Elide needed to have some stellar excuse. Friends didn’t ghost friends. 

Aelin was almost to the bathroom when she felt the odd sensation of someone staring at her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a couple people looking in her direction, but not “directly” at her.  She shrugged it off and entered the bathroom, pleased to find no line. The Thirteenth always had five or six girls waiting in line or hogging up the sink, preening, preventing you from being able to wash your hands. 

Aelin quickly used the bathroom, cheering herself on for wearing a looser fit of jeans than what she normally did. With her current buzz, maneuvering tight clothing would have been an annoyance. She rinsed her hands and ran a hand through her curls, smoothing them. Her appearance was still up to par, and she smiled a bit knowing she’d look good when she took her boyfriend home soon. 

She had made it approximately two steps out of the bathroom, when she was yanked back into the darker part of the hallway. A hand covered her mouth, silencing her startled yelp. Her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness and out of fear, Aelin raised her leg, poised to knee whoever had accosted her in the groin. 

A large hand came to rest across her knee and thigh, preventing her leg from moving any further up. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

She dropped her leg, allowing the man accosting her, to move closer and push her back against the wall. As much as her log was screaming at her to get out of the situation, her buzzed self was shoving that voice down in lieu of seeing what would happen next. He dropped his hand from her face, leaned in, and brushed her hair behind her ear. “That’s a good girl.” 

Aelin was born and remade in that moment—the phrase setting every nerve ending on fire. She knew if she tried to talk, to yell, to do anything other than stand there, she might do or say something that couldn’t be taken back. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness at this point, and she was making excellent use of them, tracing the pattern of his flannel shirt, avoiding any eye contact.

His arms came to rest on either side of her head, stilling her. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation earlier.” 

She snorted. That had not been a conversation. 

“You mean dick measuring contest?” she sassed. 

“I’m not talking about my conversation with him,” he replied acidly.

“Oh, you’re referring to part when all you did was insult me?” Her teeth dug into her lip as she stopped herself from continuing. They did not need to add another fight to their list. 

“I wasn’t insulting you. I was providing accurate commentary on your behavior, there’s a difference.” 

Aelin’s eyes flashed in anger; she jerked her head up, locking eyes with him. “I could guarantee if I said those things to you, in the tone you used, you wouldn’t be saying it was commentary. I think you’d be accusing me of a lot worse than insulting you.” 

“First off, Princess, you don’t know the first thing about me. Secondly, I can handle criticism better than most, present company included,” Rowan declared. 

She could feel his breaths and words as he spoke. Somehow in their tête-à-tête, the two had moved closer. If anyone walked up right now, this would look entirely to be something it wasn’t. Yet, she didn’t try to move. 

Instead, she continued to hold his gaze, silently trying to win the war amid them. A few tense minutes passed before Rowan spoke again. “You better run along, lest you want your boyfriend to come to your rescue, again.” 

Aelin swore his eyes hardened more when he said “boyfriend”, but the look was gone before she was able to analyze it further. What she did know though was that the audacity of this man was beyond astounding. 

“He’s not my keeper and I certainly don’t need to be rescued,” she seethed, pushing out of his grasp. 

“Oh, we’re not done here, Aelin,” he warned, grabbing her arm for the second time tonight. 

“If you’re going to continue to be a godsdamned jackass and insult me, we are done here. I don’t owe you shit.” 

Rowan sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger. “You know I’m not usually like this.”

She went to snap back but hesitated, recalling the sweet, honeyed version of the man who had answered the phone this morning. Maybe he was having a bad weekend, he had said he’d been up late the night before. And he had kept her from falling earlier when she ran into him….

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, but this is it. You do it again and I’ll throwing your new books at your face when you come to pick them up.” 

He stepped closer, “Speaking of books, I’ll be able to get them on, Friday. I was able to move some stuff around.”

“Sounds good.”

“Good.”

“It’s late, I should get back. I have to work in the morning and should head out.” She fiddled with a belt loop on her jeans, waiting to see if he would end the conversation on a better note. 

“Don’t let me stop you,” he replied quietly before he walked off, leaving her to stare at him disappear out a side door. It seemed when he wasn’t mad, his lilting accent was very prominent, and she wasn’t sure she could endure him if that’s how he normally sounded. She understood now what the authors in all her books had meant when they talked about accents and words and men. 

Taking a few moments to compose herself, Aelin decided she would keep this to herself, and tried her best to fake a smile as she headed back to the table. All three were sitting back down, finally looking tired. 

“Are you ready to go?” Chaol inquired as he stood up and extended a hand in her direction. She grabbed it nodded. 

“Yes, since I’m the only one of you bitches who has to get up early. Besides, I miss Fleetfoot.” 

“That’s because your dog is the best,” cooed Manon, standing from the table. 

“I’ll bring her to work tomorrow, and when you bring me cake, because you are bringing me cake, you can take her for the rest of the day,” Aelin supplied, a huge grin pulling up the corners of her lips. 

Manon’s answering smile as they headed to the truck was assurance enough that Aelin would indeed be the recipient of dessert tomorrow.

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