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[myrammmortal]

Chapter 19, i'm nut(s) okay, i promise

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All day we sat angerly finking about Till. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da Andre Hazes concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go.

Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Richard was being all secretive.

I asked what it was and he got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve bi guyz so hot).

“No one fucking understands me!1” he shouted angrily as his black hare went in his big blue eyes. He was wearing black baggy paints, a black Rammstein t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik Editors note: after 19 chapters of you pointing it out, I think we geddit.) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather hotpants, black high held boots and a cross belly fing (A rosary? I thought you were goffik). My hair was al up in a perfect little donut. (email me if u wana see da pik)

“Accuse me? What about me!” I growled.

“Buy-but-but-” he grunted.

“You fucking bastard!” I moaned.

“No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” he shouted.

But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Richard banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (raven that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot.

Suddenly Hargrid came. He had appearated.

“You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da gurl’s room?”

Only it wasn’t just Hargrid. Someone else was with him too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Tom Rid or maybe Richard but it was Till.

“Hey I need to ask you a question.” he said, pulling out his black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?”

“U no who Andre Hazes r!” I gasped.

“No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” He said. “Anyway Richard has a surprise for u.” 

[slytherweasley]

Crushing (dbf!wolfstar x reader)

Warnings: age gap (legal), kissing, nipple play, mentions scars, oral (f&m giving/receiving), penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, female reader

Summary: James Potter’s oldest child comes back to England to help her brother with the war. Y/n stays at Grimmauld place with her late father’s best friends but she can’t get over her feelings for them.

You hadn’t seen any of your family or father’s friends since you were a child. After your parents died you were separated from your brother and sent to a kind family in France who were willing to hide you until you were of age.

Last year you became of age and this year you decided to move back to help your brother who you hadn’t seen in years but you never stopped contacting him. Over the past few weeks you’d met so many people who had been desperate to meet you. You immediately had a lot of involvement in the order since you were the closest thing to a parent to your younger brother.

You’d met Sirius Black and Remus Lupin for the first time, you’d heard so much about them, seen many pictures and yet you’d never expected to meet two more handsome men in your life. Their charm makes you blush every time.

“You look just like your parents, I can’t believe I didn’t instantly recognise you” Remus says his hand brushing your cheek. When you first met the two men they were confused by your presence, Molly Weasley explained you are James and Lily’s daughter. “You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, at first we were just stunned by your beauty” Sirius says making your cheeks turn red. Sirius was kind enough to let you stay with him and Remus at Grimmauld place instead of cooped up at the Weasley’s burrow.

Your room is across from Remus and Sirius’ room each time you walk past it, you have the urge to knock on the door and crawl into bed with them. You know you would never considering you just met them and it’s probably wrong for you to want to get into bed with your dead father’s best friends.

But the more you get to know them the more you long for them. They treat you like a princess, you don’t have to lift a finger, something as simple as taking your plate to the sink is too much. Not to mention the pet names that make your heart pound and pussy wet. They are very affectionate with you, there were many instances where things have gotten so touchy you had to stop yourself from leaning in to kiss them.

After dinner the two men meet you in the living room with a bottle of expensive alcohol.

“I just want to thank you for letting me stay in your home, everyone has been so welcoming and I really enjoy spending time with you two” “it is no trouble darling” Sirius’ lips brush against your cheek and then he presses a kiss to it. “Oh god” you sigh “something wrong, baby?” Remus asks rubbing your thigh when noticing your change in expression. “When you guys touch me it’s hard not to kiss you” “then don’t try to resist” Remus says his face getting closer to yours but you go in for the kiss.

As you’re kissing Remus, Sirius’ hands are on your waist and kissing your neck, Remus pulls you onto his lap. You pull away to kiss Sirius, his hands move to your hair pulling it the way you like it. You feel Remus’ erection growing underneath you “Let’s go to our room, it will be much comfier” Remus picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

Remus gently places you on the bed and the two men help you undress you down to your underwear. You so desperately want to see them naked. You kneel on the bed and help Remus out of his shirt, you notice the scars you find them very attractive but make an effort to only glance at them once since you’d heard he’s quite insecure about his transformation.

Meanwhile, Sirius is already shirtless and kissing you again. Both men now had painful erections, you found it kind of hot that you’d only snogged and they were so aroused, you weren’t one to judge you were wet the moment you laid eyes on them.

You pull away briefly and Remus plays with the straps on your bra letting them fall and unclasps your bra letting your breasts fall. “Oh darling, look at those perky things” Sirius wastes no time in taking one into his mouth, Remus follows suit placing kisses on your boob and flicking your nipples with his tongue.

Sirius kisses down your stomach while Remus pays close attention to your sensitive nipples, he begins nibbling on them making you groan and throw your head back. At the same time, Sirius pulls your underwear down and spreads your legs letting out a groan at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Prettier than I imagined” Sirius says running a finger through your folds making you whimper, he puts his finger to his mouth sucking on it “God, you taste so good.”

Sirius’ head moves between your legs kissing up your thighs and taking the time to suck on your upper thighs causing you to squirm. Suddenly, he dives into your pussy making you let out a loud moan, his tongue works your clit and finger slides inside you.

Remus kisses your lips again before standing beside the bed and undoing his pants, you help him with his underwear pulling it down to reveal his big aching cock. “Fucking hell” you groan and take him into your mouth, you found it hard to take him all the way as you kept choking. Sirius takes a breath and watches you choking on Remus’ cock.

“Just wait until he’s inside you, darling you’re going to be so full” Sirius says.

You taste the precum on your tongue the taste fuelling you to take him as far as you can without gagging until you choke. “Feels amazing darling, keep going.”

Sirius has multiple fingers deep inside you bringing you close to your orgasm. “That’s it Princess, squeeze around my fingers, let it go” you take your mouth off Remus’ dick letting yourself ride your orgasm.

Remus flips you around while you’re still recovering. Remus takes you from the back slowly sliding inside you “Fuck” he lets out a long groan “so fuckin’ wet” he mutters and begins pounding into you. Sirius tugs his pants and underwear down pumping himself at the sight of the both of you.

“Siri, lemme suck your cock” you say breathless, Sirius guides his cock to your mouth. Each moan vibrates through Sirius’ sensitive cock “oh princess, I’m going to cum if you keep going.”

Remus rubs your clit with his free hand and you get closer, “Fuck I’m close” Remus says as you find yourself squeezing around his cock. Remus finishes inside you and you almost collapse after finishing so hard. Remus holds you up and Sirius pulls out of your mouth. “Did so well my darling girl” Remus says.

Sirius sits in the middle of the bed stroking his cock. You and Remus make your way over to him and suck him off together. “Fuck” Sirius groans as you and Remus lick from base to tip and suck on his tip. You kiss down his cock and take his balls into your mouth while Remus takes him in his mouth.

“So close” Sirius throws his head back moaning until Remus pulls out “Cum on her tongue” he says and Sirius kneels in front of you stroking his cock until he eventually finishes and you swallow his cum.

You were so incredibly tired, you lay beside the two boys in their bed as they take care of you, cleaning you up. “Oh Darling, look at you” Remus kisses your forehead “It’s okay, go to sleep, honey” Sirius rubs your back and shoulders placing lots of kisses to your skin as you drift off to sleep.

[mynameismckenziemae]

Paying For It

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader/OFC (name is Row/Rowan)

Summary: You unintentionally embarrass Bradley at the airport on the way to your honeymoon. Bradley makes you pay for it as soon as you get to the resort.

*This is a one shot/bonus scene to ‘She’s a Fire’ but can certainly be read alone!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! This is pure filth. P in v, oral (both m and f receiving), ass play, impact play (spanking), mean!dom bradley, humiliation, a hint of exhibitionism, etc.

“All set sir, have fun,” the TSA agent says with a smirk as he hands Bradley’s bag over.

“Thanks,” he mutters, face beet red.

The laughter dies in your throat when you see the dark look in his eyes.

You’re in trouble.

The worst best part is it wasn’t intentional; it just made more sense to put the array of sex toys in his bag since he had more room.

He doesn’t say anything as he grips your elbow and leads drags you to a vacant corner. He pins you to one of the pillars with his hips and leans in, “You think that’s funny? Embarrassing me in front of all those people?”

“Okay, it was funny, but I didn’t do it on purpose. Your carry-on had way more room than-“

“Liar. You’re gonna pay for that little stunt, Row,” he breathes against your neck, his tone full of dark promise. You can feel the hard, thick line of his erection as his hands slide down to grip your butt. “You’ll be lucky if you can sit this week without feeling what I’m gonna do to your ass.”

You whimper and shake your head, “No, please! I wasn’t-“

“Flight 1023 now boarding.”

“No excuses. Now let’s get on the plane, have a drink, and get some sleep. You’re gonna need your energy, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he chuckles darkly, patting your butt before adjusting himself.

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You do manage to get some sleep, but the last hour is torture with Bradley’s fingers tracing your inner thighs, but never touching where you want them most.

You fidget as he checks in at the resort and sigh in both relief and apprehension when you get to your room.

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He backs you up against the door as soon as it clicks closed, kiss you deeply before ridding you of your clothes and spinning you so your front is pressed against the cool wood.

Goosebumps rise as his fingers trail down your back and you don’t even try and hold back your moan when his hand leaves just to slap back down on your ass again, again and again, harder each time until your gasping and tears begin to prickle behind your eyes.

A wave of humiliation washes over you, yet you throb when you hear footsteps pause outside your door after a particularly harsh swat. You hold your breath until they continue on their way. Bradley hears it too.

“Does that embarrass you? Knowing anyone can hear you getting spanked like the naughty girl you are?” He chuckles at your whimper. “Good, now you know how I felt at the airport,” he then slaps the other cheek equally hard. “Now stay right here and keep your eyes forward.”.

You nod, sucking in a breath when he spanks you again.

“Use your words.”

“Yes sir,” you reply shakily.

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The heat from your ass settles between your legs and coats your thighs as you struggle to stay still while he rummages through the luggage before coming to kneel behind you.

“Oh God, Bradley,” you sigh, legs shaking as his fingers gather your slick before rubbing circles over your clit, he licks into you a few times and you squeak when he drags his tongue over your other hole before nipping your red cheek. You’re so overwhelmed you don’t hear the click of the lube.

You flinch when his cold fingers start to circle the tight pucker of your ass. “Couldn’t warm it up first?” You sass, instantly regretting it when he pulls the fingers away from your clit, slapping it gently before removing them all together.

Not the finger from your ass though, he just adds another, pushing two in slowly. “I was gonna be nice and distract you while I prep you, but not if you’re gonna be a brat.”

“Prep me? I’m sorry Br-I mean sir, I didn’t mean it. Please touch me. I’ve missed your touch so much,” you whine.

That much was true. You stole Sunny’s idea and didn’t have sex, or even get each other off for the entire month before your wedding yesterday, and while it was incredible (the 2 times last night and once this morning), you still weren’t sated.

“Yes, prep you. Maybe for a toy, maybe for my cock. We’ll see. And touch you?” He chuckles and slaps your clit again. “Like that?”

You huff, annoyed. “No, come on baby, you know what I mean.”

You hiss when he slaps your ass this time.

“I’m not your baby.”

Frustrated tears well in your eyes as you beg but he ignores your pleas and adds a third finger, pausing when you tense with a sharp inhale.

“Color?” He murmurs, unable to resist pressing his lips to the burning handprint he just left.

“Green,” you sigh.

“Keep your mouth shut and take it then,” he taunts, slowly pumping his fingers again.

“Yes sir,” you reply and try to relax but you begin to squirm as the slight burn morphs into pleasure. An orgasm begins to build when he starts gently scissoring his fingers.

“Sir, I-,” you start, trying to warn him but he cuts you off.

“I said keep your mouth shut,” he growls with another slap to your clit and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge.

A broken cry leaves you but he ruins your sweet release when he stills the fingers inside you completely.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I tried to warn you,” you pant, tears dripping as you press your forehead against the door.

He slaps your clit again. “You’re not sorry yet, but you will be,” he says before removing his fingers from your ass, replacing them a moment later with a lube-slicked plug.

“‘Atta girl, it’s in,” he murmurs shortly after, nudging the base. “It’s almost as big as me. You’re ready to take my cock here, and you will before the week is over.”

You whimper as your neglected pussy clenches around nothing at his words.

“Stay here and don’t move until I tell you to, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

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He washes his hands and then brushes his teeth before digging through the suitcases again before you hear a deep groan from across the room.

You moan in response. He’s unashamedly jerking off.

“Goddamnit Row. Why do you have to be so fuckin’ naughty?” He sighs, “ We could already be on our second round. Come here.”

You turn and bite your lip at the sight of him; reclined shirtless in the chair, jeans still on but unbuttoned to allow the steady pulls of his cock.

You take a step but stop when he shakes his head. “Crawl.”

Oh my God.

Your face burns with humiliation and you shake your head, “Come on, I’ll-“

He stands and pulls his belt through the loops of his jeans, looping it before he slaps it across his palm, making you flinch. “Did I stutter? Crawl.”

“Yes sir,” you reply, dropping to your knees and doing as asked. You fight to not whimper as the movement shifts the plug inside you.

He lazily pulls at his erection and taps the head on your lips when you reach him. “Open.”

You obey and he pushes his cock between your lips, dropping his belt and thrusting shallowly a few times before gagging you when the tip kisses the back of your throat without warning.

He tenses and starts to pull out but you grip his thighs, letting him know you’re okay to continue.

He curses, fingers combing through your hair before gripping a handful in each as he starts to fuck your face.

Tears again leak as you fight your gag reflex but he must be as affected as you by how quickly his rhythm falters. Soon he’s cumming with a groan.

You moan too as he fills your mouth, swallowing his cum greedily.

“Let me see,” he pants, tapping his fingers against your cheek before he tucks himself back into his boxer briefs.

You open your mouth and he hums his approval. He picks up his belt and nods towards the bed, “Bend over.”

As much as you want to protest, you also want to cum tonight.

You bend over the bed, and arch your back, smiling at his sharp inhale. Then you wait.

But it’s not the belt that touches you next; it’s his fingers dipping between your legs. “You’re fucking soaked, Row,” he whispers, tilting your chin for a kiss. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will,” you reply with a nip to his lip.

“Tell me why your punishment isn’t done yet?” He asks, straightening to stand behind you.

“Because you like spanking me?”

He chuckles and brings the belt down across your right cheek. It wasn’t that hard but it makes a loud, satisfying thwack. You don’t even try to hold back your moan.

“Wrong answer.”

“Because I came without permission, sir.”.

He rewards you with a spank to your left.

“And?”

“And I interrupted you-ohhh God,” you cry, fingers gripping the lush white comforter as he gives you another two to the right, one on top of the other.

Your ass is burning but you crave more.

“What else?” He asks, panting.

“I don’t even know! Again,” you beg, your tear-filled eyes meeting his.

“Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath and does as asked, giving you a few more to each side, until your skin is glowing red and hot to the touch.

Your arms shake and tears fall as he drops the belt and flips you onto your back, kneeling at the edge of the bed to devour you. His hands grip the tender flesh of your butt and he pulls you further to his mouth, nipping, sucking, and licking you quickly to orgasm.

He shucks his pants as you come to, and lifts you further on the bed before sinking into you.

“I’m so full,” you whine, but it’s so good with the plug still inside you.

“You’re taking me so well, such a good girl-fuck!” His jaw clenches as you whimper and tighten around him at the praise. “Touch yourself, I’m not gonna last long, you feel too good,” he grits against your ear.

“Yes sir,” you sigh, slipping your hand between the two of you to rub tight circles over your clit.

“Oh fuck, I’m close. Get there, Row. Cum for me,” he groans, hips stuttering as he fails to hold back his release but you’re already there.

You cry out and your ears ring as the most intense toe-curling orgasm tears through you.

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Bradley cleans between your legs and rubs aloe on your sore tush when as you finally come back to your body.

“You’re gonna be the one paying for it if I can’t wear a bikini on this trip,” you sigh, melting further into the bed as he massages you.

His lip quirks before he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Promise?”

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A/N: 🙈 I’m a whore and I need to be humiliated by mean dom!Bradley.

Seriously though someone needs to take my phone when I’m ovulating.

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[crystaljade22]

Forgotten Batsibling Pt2!!

Y/N: Your name

H/N: Hero Name

F/C: Favorite color

TW. Sad stuff, guilt, self-blame.

It’s been a month since Y/N died. After the flames were doused, the fire department and the police scoured the building looking for the body of the fallen hero. The only thing they found of the lost hero was the mask. There was no body left to be found, no remains, no ashes. The warehouse fire consumed all of them. The mask stays inside of the case which once held their suit, now empty. A memoir to the house without you, empty.

Bruce has tried his best to be strong, to be the hero that Gotham needs. But he can’t help but spend hours looking at the mask with regret and guilt. Regret for letting you go in to save Jason, and guilt for not realizing that the savior needed to be saved. Guilt for letting another child die. 

Damian has refused to even enter the Batcave. All he sees is a constant reminder of the sibling he once had, the person who would go to the moon and back for all of them, now gone. He swears he can still hear your voice calling his name from downstairs, and he can’t help the tears that spring to his eyes when he thinks about you. 

Your room hasn’t been touched since their death, the door shut and locked up. No one has ever been able to look at the room, their guilt or sadness overpowering their will to do so. 

Dick constantly wishes for just one more patrol with you, to hear your voice one more time. He regrets every moment he tried to get away from you, or left you behind. He glances behind him, hoping that you’ll be right there, just like you usually would despite his attempts to shake you off. 

Tim has noticed now when his coffee runs out and tastes different than usual. Whenever he’s on a mission, he notices that his success percentage is lower than normal. There is no one there to jump in when a step goes in the bin. No one waiting to check on him after a mission. He’s finally noticed and acknowledged the fact that you’re gone. And he’s shut down any emotions that come with it. He is probably the only one in the family who could open your bedroom door, but he can’t bring himself to do it because he feels he isn’t worthy to do so. 

Now Jason on the other hand, can’t pull himself out of his work. He feels he can’t take off the mask because if he does, he’s afraid he’ll crumble and fall apart. He keeps telling himself to stay strong, and to stay Red Hood because right now, the people of Gotham don’t need Jason, they need you. They need H/N. As soon as Jason takes off the mask when he gets to one of his safe houses, he instantly breaks down. All he can see is the moment he knocked you down, and caused your demise. The last thing he saw of you was you holding the beam up for him to escape. He swears he can feel you watching over him, even though he caused your death. All he can think is that he’s the reason you're dead. He killed you, the only person who ever seemed to care, even when he had tried to hurt you. 

You didn’t get the proper funeral that everyone felt you deserved. The people of Gotham mourned for days, the Commissioner and the Mayor themselves speaking at your funeral. Funny enough, even the Joker took the day off despite the clear opportunity he had to go and create utter chaos. There was no body to bury. The city lowered an empty casket into the ground, and then erected a statue of you over it. A memory forever ingrained into the people of Gotham’s minds of the hero who once lived to save the city. 

Of course, Bruce had to figure out how to tell the press that Y/N Wayne was gone, without revealing the fact that you were H/N. They managed to make up a story of you falling seriously ill, and succumbing to it. They played it off to the media as having a private funeral and having the body buried in their graveyard. Y/N was buried beside what was Jason’s grave, an F/C flower sprouting from the dirt over the empty casket. The gray headstone reading:

“Here lies Y/N. A sibling, friend, and a loving person. May their memory live on. 20XX-20XX”

Now, for the super short scenario.

Damian stood at the grave, looking down at the gray stone. Tears stung his eyes, rolling down his face, but he didn’t care. The rain hid them anyway. He stood soaked and cold, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t feel it anyway. The cold rain continued to pelt his body, leaving him soaked to the bone. His eyes fall to the F/C flower, its petals still bright. All he could think about was the fact that there was nobody under his feet. All that was there was an empty box covered in a layer of soaked dirt. He couldn’t help the sob that escaped his throat at the thought of never seeing you again. The last he saw of you was you running into the building to save Jason, a brave face filled with worry plastered onto your face. He couldn’t help but blame Jason slightly, but he knew that you went in fully knowing the risks of what you were doing. As he stared at the grave, he couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching him. Something was telling him, he needed to go back to Robin. The people needed Robin. He wiped his eyes, standing up straighter before turning and heading back for the manor, determined to prevent another family member from dying. Little did he know, after he had left the grave, a figure stood over the grave, reading the stone. Their shoulders rose and fell with a laugh before the figure disappeared into the rain. All that remained was a crumpled F/C flower, the petals littering the ground.

[incandesang]

i wrote an (incomplete) list of everything wrong with lestat de lioncourt. take this knowing it is a work in progress.

- mommy issues

- daddy issues

- 18th century aristocrat

- religion hops like trisha paytas (thank u anne. i will not become catholic u will not defeat me)

- french

- was a misogynist until the 20th century

- wanted to be a priest

- theatre kid

- cries to get attention

- won’t shut the fuck up about the fact he killed a whole pack of wolves when he was in his teens. that was 200 years ago please try to accomplish something else cool

- his accent is fake. he just puts on a parisian french accent. he’s from the fucking sticks he did not speak parisian french until he was 19 and then only lived in paris for like 2 years max. his accent is FAKE.

- doesn’t stick to his own morals and then makes excuses abt it

- once ate an old lady and had a crisis so bad that he almost died

- canonically op bc anne wanted him to be her mary sue babygirl

- blond cis man

- SERIOUS self esteem issues that he has to get everyone involved with

- has an existential crisis that nearly kills him at least once a decade

- rock star outfits weren’t slutty enough (thanks ANNE.)

- hasn’t had a sense of identity since 1780!!

- too committed to the bit actually

- absolutely fucking delusional (so i can fuck whoever i want 🤨 of COURSE 🤡 of course. 😤of course. 😨as long as you come home to me 😃 of COURSE 🥲)

- got murdered by a five year old at one point

- sees any hot miserable guy and thinks that’s his soulmate INSTANTLY

- had two glasses of wine on a date and then proceeded to scream cry about the inevitable heat death of the universe

- doesn’t know what a fork is???

- canonically into public humiliation and degradation. u cannot bully lestat at all it will just turn him on

- drank the blood of christ

- went down on his girlfriend on her period (hysterically crying the whole time he did it) while his friends watched (she didn’t orgasm. he was having too much of a crisis to actually give her a good time)

- ate a used pad.

- i JuSt LoVe BeiNg caLLeD A sLuT i DoN’t KnOw whY i JuSt dO

- set louis’ house on fire (all these people do is burn each other’s shit please just talk like adults)

- has no hobbies other than ‘get into dumb trouble’

- dated the world’s first terf

- is, according to the world’s first terf, a culmination of everything that is wrong with men

- described his dick with ‘priapus at a gate’ when he wanted to subtly brag abt how big his dick was. right after being told he was the culmination of everything wrong with men

- was confused when human dicks weren’t always erect (are vampires ALWAYS hard?? if anne wasn’t dead i’d ask her but alas)

[blueicequeen19]

The King

Warnings: implied non-con, threats

You shove him in the chest, the smug smirk only infuriating you further. Rafe Cameron really was an arrogant bastard. Parading around OBX like he owned the fucking place. Looking down on everyone like he was some king in his palace.

You didn’t understand why girls threw themselves at him. He was a smooth talker but that didn’t change the shitty behaviors or bad things he’d done.

Did everyone just forget he was accused of murder? Or that he’d been abusive to his sister, Sarah? It’s like everyone forgets about someone being a piece of shit when they’re flaunting their money around.

That’s what’s happening tonight.

Rafe is hosting another loud stupid party at Tannyhill and I’m the annoying neighbor complaining about the noise. I just didn’t expect to get corned by the king himself when he insisted going somewhere quiet to talk.

“What’s your problem? You’ve had it out for me forever and you don’t even know me.” Rafe smirks, advancing on me until my back hits the wall. The way he looked at you made your skin crawl.

“Word travels when you live on an island. Now get away from me.” You push against him but he doesn’t budge, only looking down at you with amusement.

“You’re the only girl here not fawning over me. You don’t like a handsome, wealthy, established man? Are you gay?” He tips your chin up so you snap your jaw at him, making him grin wider at your failed attempt to bite him.

“You wouldn’t have shit if your dad hadn’t died so don’t play that bullshit. You didn’t do all this yourself.” You almost instantly regret it as the smile drops from his face and his jaw clenched. You open your mouth to spit more fire when his hand is suddenly around your throat, his nose almost brushing yours as he leans in.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble.” Rafe snarls, barely blinking as you claw at his hand to try and gain some air. He loosens his hand just enough for you to suck in a breath, angry tears filling your eyes.

“I-I don’t give a shit who you are. You can own this island with your fucking money but you can’t own me.” Your hand comes up and slaps him across the face. Rafe growls angrily before he yanks you away from the wall to force you to bend over the nearby dresser. His hand slaps over your mouth as he molds his body to your back, his angry breath hot in your ear.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Everything can be bought. You pay enough money and people look the other way. I could own you in more ways than one and no one would care. Especially not if I made you my wife. I could have you made legally unfit. You’d be my personal little doll tucked away in my castle to use as I see fit.” Rafe’s words fill you with dread, tears streaming down your face as you tremble in terror. He was deranged and completely unhinged.

“Hell, I killed the last sheriff. What’s to stop me from killing this one for getting too nosey?” He presses his lips to your cheek, his hard erection digging into your ass.

“What’s to stop me from killing you?” Rafe whispers, giving you chills as his free hand roughly grabs your hip. You mumble against his hand and he pulls it away just enough for you to speak.

“What do you want?” You spat, anger and fear coursing through your blood.

“I want you to know your place.”

“And where’s that?”

“On your knees is a good start.”

You stiffen, throwing your elbow back and hearing him grunt when you connect with his ribs. You don’t hesitate in shoving your weight backwards against him, making him stumble as you attempt to run. His sinister laugh chills you to your bones as he catches you by the hair, throwing you down on the floor before you can get more than three steps away.

You scream but Rafe only laughs, straddling your waist and pinning your hands above your head.

“Now you’re going to apologize.”

“Fuck you!”

“No,” He chuckles, running his tongue up the side of your neck, “—fuck you.”

[lovejosephquinn]

Birthday smut for the Birthday Boy 💀

Requested by @harrys-four-nipples ✨sloppy toppy✨ as she called it, I almost died. I will now be using that in my daily vocabulary.

The pictures are for the effect 💀 Under 18's DNI.

In your own opinion, you'd started off Joe's birthday well, the January sun seeped through a little space the curtains held, instantly putting you in a good mood. Unexpectedly waking up before him because you were obviously too excited to give him your first gift, not that it was rare, it happened most mornings but it'd usually be Joe having his own way with you. In a way, every day was like his birthday in sex terms if you were to put it bluntly.

You innocently admired his relaxed and beautiful features that still remained in an unconscious state before slipping underneath the covers to be met in a dark, warm space underneath the sheets. Your face just hovering next to his crotch, his boxers tented securely by his length encaged with morning glory and you couldn't help but touch - expertly tracing your fingers around the outline, biting down on your lip whilst you placed a single finger onto the edge of his tip, letting yourself stroke straight down to the base.

Your ears prick up to the sound of heavy breathing stalled, silence occurring outside of the sheets you're currently covered by when your tongue replaces your fingertip and hotly slides along the material from his boxers, the tip of your tongue hits no soft bumps on the way down, a twitch erupting from no where when the erection stiffens further from the contact.

"Baby?" The noise is muffled since you're further down, but Joe's gravelly voice brings sudden heat and attention flying down from your ear drums, through your body and stopping right at your core. Not just from the thrill of what you were about to do but from pure excitement of pleasing your man. Joe wafts the covers up and over you so you were in full sight, his eyes freezing right to where your face lifts to meet his.

"Well good morning to me." Joe traces his lips with his tongue, a slight smile appearing making your heart thud. How could he possibly make you feel multiple emotions all at once?

You hummed as you continued your hasty work, no time for small talk. You continue leaving hearty kisses into the dampened cloth straight and directly caused from your own saliva and partly from the tip leaking alone, ignoring the way Joe's retinas clearly burned through your movement. Removing yourself just for the moment, you bring your hands to the waistband and peel them away. Joe lifts himself so you can get them off with ease, he kicks them off when they touch his feet. Your eyes shoot back to view him in all his glory, the beautiful vision of his cock laid ready and waiting up against his stomach aching and impatient, needing your undivided attention.

You lick a stripe from the base upward this time, the taste of him so appealing that you do it again, guiding your finger underneath to lift it up, slurping your lips straight over the almost visibly swollen head causing Joe's body to jolt upward, a little moan slipping through his gritted teeth causing your body to reek goose-bumps.

"Don't tease me love, my cock fucking needs that filthy mouth of yours around it." Joe managed to blurt out, interrupting the show you were putting on for him, you shook your head and he huffed a sigh at you, knowing full well you were taking your time and he wasn't getting his own way in a hurry.

"Just enjoy it, birthday boy." You snapped back looking up at him through hooded eyelashes, his wicked chuckle made you smirk.

Joe's hands moved over his face, rubbing over it harshly to ease his frustrations to your answer whilst you got back to your enjoyable task. You spat down onto the leaking tip a couple of times, spreading the combination of saliva and pre-cum all over his length, wrapping your fist securely around him and began to pump slowly, his little mutters to himself gave you the perfect ammunition to continue to do just what he said not too, you were going to edge Joe until he couldn't take no more.

You avoided your hands movements, letting yourself scoot down even further until your mouth came into contact with his balls, tonguing at them and latching your mouth around them one at a time, each time causing a more fierce moan to eject from his own. "Shit, I love it when you do that." His head arched back, almost in tears when your tongue fell down to just beneath his sack, flickering and flattening it against the crease between them and his ass. You seemingly hit the spot a few times, your fist becoming more rapid wanking off his shaft. Joe came without warning, his seed spewed onto his stomach in a rapid motion, a fountain of cum leaving his body squirming as you attacked the spot harder, slightly angered yet humbled that he'd let go without at least telling you first.

"Fuck." Joe panted. You lifted yourself back up and cleaned up his stomach, purely drinking the cum where it had spilled.

"Did I say you could cum?" You gestured an over dramatic dead eye his way and his face instantly fell apologetic. He tried to reach for you to bring you up to him but you slapped him away when his hands pulled at your head.

"Did I say I was done?" Your hand still firmly wrapped around his cock began to erratically move, his breathe hitching when you squeezed the grip tighter, the veins still highlighted from his erection bulging out of the skin.

"Apparently not." Joe giggled a little nervously and you smirked his way, he knew exactly what was going on; a second orgasm made for a very happy boyfriend.

You swirled your tongue around his once ruined tip, there was no going soft in the way you handled him at this moment in time, in fact it was seemingly so that Joe was so turned on by your actions he wasn't quick to refuse a thing you were willing to do this morning.

You could hear his breathing shaking, his lungs were working at twice the speed to receive the air that he needed to survive, but you took that away from him the more you worked your mouth. It now covered the pre-cum ridden mushroom head, the colour of it a beautifully deep purple tone from the blood that had rushed up into it in a hurry.

"Suck my fucking cock, baby. Be my good girl." An ounce of pleading ruptured from the sound of his voice, his hands clung to the pillow under his head, hoping you were going to just dive in deep.

You answered his wish, not being able to get the words that he'd just spoken away, the vibration of his voice repeating constantly inside of your mind like a broken record. Removing your hand away from his length and sunk your mouth down, taking it down to the base where the tip swept past your tonsils and to the back of your throat, your gag reflex hit it's peak and you choked, saliva streaming from the sides of your mouth and tears fighting their way through as you pushed his cock down as far as you could possibly take it. The hand that once occupied him was now massaging away at his balls that had quickly refilled themselves in your continued actions and you instantly had him like putty in your hands once more.

"Yes, yes, yes. That's it. Take my cock Y/N. You know just what to do." He stammered his way through the sentence, egging you on to repeat your actions. Bringing your head back up and slamming his cock straight back to where it previously filled. Moans, whimpers and profanities were flying through the bedroom, echoing through into the hallway of your home from the rising volume of Joe's vocal chords, the further you took him, the more he'd sound out.

You released his cock from your mouth immediately when you felt his body twitching, the eyes in the back of your head saw his toes begin to curl. You stopped, the only thing touching his cock now was your thumb pressing down on the slit of his tip, a refusal and unspoken denial that he was not allowed to climax just yet.

"Don't even think about it Joseph." The full first name indicated to him that you were deadly serious. You arched an eyebrow at him and he bit down on his lip, his eyes practically pleading at you to let him release. You lifted yourself up to meet his face, crashing your lips down onto his and plunging your tongue straight into his mouth to dance around his, the slight salty taste of his seed lingered on your muscle which made him slightly grimace, but fuck it, he enjoyed the passionate and desperate kiss that he was receiving.

Your hand went back to wrap around him, jerking uncontrollably whilst you attacked his lips with yours, your moans intertwining together into a beautiful melody that were only meant for your and his ears. The kiss broke when Joe's lips stayed parted, paralysed and unable to move when he felt the way you fist fucked his cock. You rested your forehead on his, watching the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire body writhing beneath your touch in a way that screamed that he belonged to you and that you had him in a way nobody else ever could or would.

"I n-need to c-cum. P-please l-let m-me c-cum." The begging was apparent. Your work was done. You flung yourself back down and latched onto his cock immediately, bobbing your head up and down fast, teeth grazing his length and tongue sliding through your movements. A silent gesture for him to go ahead. His second orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, his already over sensitive stimulation from the first climax sent his body lifting, his soul ceased reality and guided itself straight to heaven, the tingling sensations causing his whole body to to jolt uncomfortably, your name being shouted in a loud squeak.

You swallowed every last drop, wasting nothing until he was milked dry. Giving him time to ride out his high by slowing down your movement and then releasing him completely, you hovered back up and fell to the side of him, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a delightful cuddle.

"You are amazing, you know that?" His breathing still unsteady, but his head now settling back into a reality which brought him back to you completely. Your fingers stroked along his chest, fiddling with his chain that hung around his neck as you smiled up at him innocently.

"Happy birthday, baby." You cooed. Joe leaned down to meet your lips, kissing you sweetly.

"Thank you my darling. Now do I get my breakfast in bed?" You pondered on his question. Which way was he going with this? Knowing Joe he was being the dirty bastard he meant to be yet the look on his face told you he meant food. His poker face and excellent talent in acting didn't give away what he really meant.

"What do you fancy?" You asked.

"Your tight, pretty little pussy wouldn't go a miss." Joe pushed you onto your back forcefully and kissed you from the jaw down, ready to relish in the taste of you and eat you up until he was fully satisfied. Was it your birthday too? Evidently not but you weren't complaining.

[ladylooch]

YES OK GOOD so for the Nico request it could be in a public setting and possibly a set up for car sex? like maybe him and his girl were dancing a little close and it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate but the way her hips are moving against his makes him forget that they’re in public but he finishes and she’s just surprised bc she knows how this man is like can go so many rounds with her but she takes him to the car on a little ego boost and he quickly changes his demeanor to show he’s still in control.

OR

It can be a steamy makeout session once again it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate maybe his girl was on her period or they’ve been too busy etc

EITHER WAY: His girl is just so turned on by the fact that she makes this grown ass swiss man cum without touching him

A/N: This is such a hot request… like I’m panting. And shaking… and sweating. I went full slut for you, babe! 😏 I pretend like I’m so proud of that, like I wasn’t muttering “I need Jesus” while writing this in public. Send holy water.

Word Count: 1.7k

Shake That by Eminem and Nate Dogg has the guests of this Swiss wedding pumped up. All of Nico’s friends are jumping up and down, hands raised in the air as they rap every single word to the 2000s classic. 

Nico and I are on the dance floor too. He notoriously hates dancing at weddings, but will always do it for me because that’s who he is. He wants his people happy and will do what he can to make that happen. 

“I wanna show you what Prom is like!” I giggle, working my way around to the front of his body.  

The way she’s grinding that pole, I think I’m losing control.

I start to work my ass into Nico’s lap, grinning when he instantly thickens beneath my cheeks. I’ve done this a few times before for him and every time we end up in a car or a closet or an empty hallway with him buried inside of me.

I’m desperate for him tonight.

I love visiting Nico’s family in Switzerland. They are so gracious and supportive of us. But we stay with his parents and Nico Hischier’s one flaw is he won’t fuck me in his parent’s house. He feels it is disrespectful. So it’s been weeks since I’ve had him. When we first got here, we snuck away to the bathroom at his training facility for a quickie that was not nearly enough. This weekend, we are staying in a luxurious hotel closer to the wedding than his home town. Those sheets are going to be a dichotomy later- so soft while Nico roughly rails me.

Nico’s hand drifts to my hips to gather the fabric of my dress. I have a pouffier skirt that provides a curtain along his lap to hide his large erection tenting his black pants.

“Mmm. Feels so good.” He sounds buzzed. 

Look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be. Tonight I want a slut. Would you be mine?

His forehead comes to my shoulder, focusing in on the movement of my body against his. I can feel his cock pulse as the tempo of the song picks up a bit more. The air is getting hot between us. Sweat beads along my scalp and threatens to roll down my neck. I lift my hair to help, but Nico’s lips assault my skin immediately. He’s leaving tiny bite marks along my neck, making me ache.

Nico works my hips deeper into his hard cock. He’s perched perfectly between my thighs now. I can feel his breath getting hotter and faster on my neck. I lay back against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his neck and increasing the tempo for us both. Nico moans into my ear, biting at my lobe. I turn, placing a kiss against the underside of his jaw. He works his face around to capture my lips in his. When I force my tongue into his mouth, I can feel him cum. I pause my movements. Nico gropes me back into him and bucks his hips up as he finishes.

“Fuck.” He whines into my mouth.

My skin is on fire.

My folds are soaked at the realization that I made him cum by grinding into his dick.

This man, who can go three, sometimes four, rounds a night, exploded in his pants because he couldn’t hold it back. I’ve died and gone to heaven. 

I feel my pussy clench and wish there was a way to slide his hand into me right there to finish me off too.

“Babe. That is so fucking sexy.” I whisper, turning and pressing my front to him. “I wanna come too.” I’m worried he might be embarrassed, but his eyes are wild and chaotic. I’ve never seen Nico this way. 

“Okay. Let’s go to the car.” He puts his hands on my hips, spinning me so I walk in front of him. He grabs some cocktail napkins from the bar as we leave, presumably to clean himself up. I’ve got a better idea though. “God, your ass is just unreal tonight.” He lifts my skirt to slap it bare as we walk out of the venue. “Wanna grab those cheeks while you’re riding me.”

“Please.” I moan. He reaches around, sliding his hand through my slit now that we are alone in the parking lot. The friction of us walking and his fingers is enough for me to grunt in appreciation. 

“You’re soaked for me.” 

Nico opens the door to the backseat, forcing me in. I slide all the way over, then attach myself to his face when he closes the door. My hands are on his belt, tugging at the enclosure. I whine when I can’t get it all the way off. Nico chuckles at my desperation. Funny, considering he’s the one that came in his pants. He pushes his pants down, exposing his softening cock. It’s sticky from his cum and I want to taste it. The saltiness coats my tongue as I pull him in.

I take my time, licking along every inch of his skin, taking his seed off of him and into my mouth. Nico licks his lips above me, swallowing loudly as I run my tongue along his balls. He is getting erect again, balls tightening up against his hard shaft. I pull one into my mouth, rolling my tongue along it as he groans. 

“Scheiße, Baby” He whispers in German. He only slips into his native tongue with me when he’s really turned on. I surprise him by taking him fully to the back of my throat in one stroke.

“Oh my god, babe.” He moans. “Fuck, just like that.” I bob up and down his hard length, moaning when he reaches back to play with my wet folds. He stuffs a finger into me, fingering my pussy as I take him deep into the back of my throat. He’s hard again. My hand strokes at the part of him I can’t fit fully into my mouth. He gathers my hair, forcing me to do three deeper strokes before he lets me off. My eyes tear up. He strokes my cheeks, bringing my face to his, kissing my mouth roughly. His thumb plays with my bottom lip as I work my way to straddle him

“Look at this view.” He mumbles as I move. “You got first round.” He slaps my ass hard as I start to settle. 

I’m thankful I decided on the short cocktail dress instead of the longer dress I brought with. I hike it up around my hips as Nico steadies himself at my entrance. I rock my hips back into him. We both groan loudly. I bounce wildly immediately, using him to get myself to where I need to go like he did earlier. His hands act as a guide, but he doesn’t hold me at all. He watches with sexy eyes, tight dimples in his cheeks, as I force myself up and down. I rake my hand through my hair as I ride him, feeling like a sex goddess with how he watches every flicker of pleasure on my face.

“You fuck me so good.” He whispers as the sounds of us connecting fills the car. “My sexy girlfriend that makes me cum from her perfect ass on the dance floor.”

“Neeks.” I moan. He’s so sexy right now with his dirty talk and his lips on my chest and the way he pulls away to watch me every few kisses because he can’t get enough of me riding him.

“Be good and cum for me so I can take over.” I place a hand on his shoulders for leverage bucking my hips into his as fast and consistently as I can. My other hand comes to rub my clit in large circles, digging in to find just the right pressure that puts me over the edge. My breasts squeeze together. He pulls the cup down to suck on my nipple. I widen my hips to take him as deep as possible, whining that its barely enough. His other hand comes up, pinching my other nipple. There it is. Nico coos sweet words to me as I cum, squeezing his cock enough that his voice shakes. 

Once I’ve relaxed, his hands finally rest on my hips, then move back to my ass cheeks. He takes over, beating forcefully into me. He pulls me up a bit more so he can pound in and out further. His balls slap at my ass, filling the car with clapping sounds that drown out our moans. The car begins to shake beneath our force. I arch my back, bringing my hand down to cup his balls. I roll them over in my hand, the other braced on the ceiling for grounding. 

“Nico. More.” I beg. When he hits the next level, I moan his name again. “Yes. Yes… Keep doing that. Oh… MY… God…..” The last word is a high pitched squeak that drenches him beneath me. His second orgasm shudders deep inside of me, filling me with hot cum that seeps out with his last few thrusts into me. I stay arched like that, holding the ceiling with a firm grip on Nico’s balls like I’ve been frozen in place. I’m still convulsing around him, needy little flutters that have Nico rocking our hips together a few more times. 

“You have never come that hard.” He chuckles against the red skin of my breasts. He buries his nose there, then trails kisses along the swells. My nipples pucker against the dress in response. 

Eventually, I stop arching, sitting with Nico softening inside of me. 

“I love weddings with you.” I sigh. This isn’t the first time we’ve spent a wedding reception in the parking lot. Hopefully not the last either.

“Me too. If we time this post sex snuggling right, it will probably be cake time.” I can’t help but laugh. Nico can’t have sex and not cuddle.

“Mmmm, can I feed yours to you?” I’m coy as I kiss along his lips, teasing the corners with my tongue. 

“You can do fucking anything to me, baby.”

“Good. I’ve got a couple more things in mind later.” 

[b-as-i-ll-e]

Diluc x (f) reader

Summary: a little teasing to diluc's already rough day led to a rougher result (rough sex, masturbation, doggy style, orgasm denial, hair pulling)

Warning: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! 🔞

A/N: send thirsts

You don't don't know how delicious it was to have his hips slam into yours every time you enticed him to. How easily is was to push his buttons... quite literally.

Diluc had been working for quite sometime as his export were reaching across tevat. His schedule was looking more and more busier leaving you alone and... wanting. Today you were particularly needy as you already played with yourself twice today. But your fingers were nothing compared to thickness of diluc's cock.

You entered his study as he organized his pile of papers. Immediately the air felt thick with your lust.

"Yes My Love?" He asked. You circled around his chair and leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck. "Is something the matter?"

"Mm hmn" you mumble as you breathe softly against his ear. He tries to ignore how your little actions had such an affect on him as he continues working. Your fingers play with the gem on his tie loosening it ever so slowly. As it finally comes undone the tips of your fingers drag across his shirt unbuttoning every button along the way. Your other hand begins to play with his chest tracing every muscle you can get access. He groans and chokes trying his best to compose himself and keep working.

"I need you diluc" you whisper against the shell of his ear. Your hand travels over his clothes and further down just barely over his erect cock. But you won't touch it.

"I need to work..." The hand over his groin moves over and in-between your legs as you spread your pussy lips and tease your clit.

"Ah!" You squeal right against his ear. His head rolls back as you moan against his ear. "Take a break... come play with me?"

That's how it all started. Now he has your arms pinned by the side of your head as he licks and sucks that special part of your neck. You wish to cling to him as he pounds against your tight little pussy but all you can do is just take it. He bites against your neck causing your cunt to tighten and his cock to twitch inside you. Your head spins at every thrust and you beg for.

"Please diluc MORE." You growl on the brink of insanity. You arch you back and instantly he hits your g-spot. Your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hips never falter and all you see is stars.

"Aaaahaahh" you cry out from the overwhelming sensation. You haven't even orgasmed yet. But you are so close. His arms let go of your wrists as groans into your ears loudly. His hips somehow thrust even faster making your hands grab a hold of his hair. He eventually pulls at your nipples squeezing your breast occasionally. He travels his hand down to your core flicking your enlarged bud.

You gasp as your body twitches soon turning into convulsions as he tenderly rubs your clit. "Say my name my love"

"Di... ah!" You roll your body with his to match the rhythm of his hips. As he pulled apart so did you so when he moved in your hips collided with his.

"SAY. IT" He nearly growls. He slows down on his actions at a snails pace and you whine at the loss. You pant losing your breath as you barley whisper his name.

"Di...diluc... hah"

"I apologize my dear what was that?" He stops his movements completely. You nearly cry as you move your hips to replicate what he did before.

"Please diluc!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me diluc, please!" He lifts himself off your body and twists your body.

"Get on your knees" you adjust your body quickly practically begging like a bitch in heat. Your ass in the air and your face in the sheets as he tenderly grabs your hair and pulls. He re-enters your poor throbbing cunt as you gasp, moan, and groan.

"Oh fuck diluc you're so big" he thrusts hard and never stops. He tugs at your hair even harder. While the other hand reaches around and once again plays with your clit. Rubbing it hard and fast.

"Cum inside... ahhh... please!" Something inside snaps from the both of you. You push your ass further into the air as everything tightens and releases. Warm load after load spills into your cunt as diluc wildly thrusts losing that hard rhythm.

"Fuck my darling" he groans against your ear. Breathing heavily he places his arms on each side of your head.

"Thank you my love..." you breathe out.

"What makes you think we're done?" He flips you once again.

[smilingformoney]

Sharing Part III | Lionel/Reader/Eli

These two have taken over my brain send help

Now with surprise appearance from Sinclair and Betty!

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Apparently luck was on Lionel’s side, because a month or so later - during which time your flirting hadn’t ceased one bit - you were on your way to London.

It wasn’t for the best of reasons - you discovered on Thursday night that your uncle back in England had died and the funeral was on Monday, so you were very suddenly trying to book flights and accommodation at the last minute.

You: Urgent. Cheapest way to get last-minute tickets to London?

Lionel: Are you that desperate for me?

You: Family stuff. Any tips?

Lionel: When do you need to leave?

You: ASAP. Family thing is on Monday.

Lionel: I’ll sort it. Hold tight.

You: My hero ❤️

Less than twelve hours later, you were at the airport with a boarding pass Lionel had emailed to you. He had apologised profusely that you were flying commercial - apparently he had a private jet, because of course he did - but at the very least he’d managed to secure you a business class ticket.

Business class was fancy. You were generously paid by your university - far more than a literature professor should, even if you had a doctorate - but things like flight class upgrades were luxuries you’d never seen the value in.

But you might just change your mind on that. There was no way you could go back to being packed into economy like sardines now that you’d experienced the luxury of business class.

You were almost disappointed when the plane landed in London and you had to get off, but at least your dual nationality meant you could get through immigration quickly with your British passport. Lionel had told you to expect a driver to be waiting, so when you saw a man holding a sign bearing your name, you introduced yourself to him and let him take your bags to the car.

Even the car was a luxury. Lionel had really gone all out for you - but, then again, the man was filthy stinking rich. This was probably the minimum standard for him.

The driver pulled into the underground car park for a fancy-looking building, which you presumed to be your hotel, which was no doubt also very fancy and far too expensive.

He took you and your bags to a lift within the car park and handed you a key, telling you to use it to take you straight to number 69.

You wondered if Lionel had picked that room number intentionally. Probably.

The lift ascended, and you felt extremely out of place. Even the damn lift was fancy! And here you were in your baggy, worn out flying clothes. If anyone saw you, they’d probably think you’d snuck in and try to kick you out.

The lift finally reached its destination and you stepped out directly into the room, which could only be described as an entire apartment. What sort of fancy hotel had direct lift access to the rooms?

Your question was answered when you turned your head and saw the artwork on the wall.

It wasn’t a hotel room at all. It was Lionel’s penthouse.

“Fucking bastard, Lionel,” you muttered under your breath.

“Is that any way to address your host?”

Sure enough, Lionel was descending the stairs, an animal-print robe wrapped loosely around his torso, leaving just enough of a gap that you could see his chest hair poking out.

You’d sworn you’d wait at least to say hello before you jumped him, but… fuck it. You met him at the bottom of the stairs and your lips were on his instantly.

You felt him smiling into the kiss as his arms snaked around your back, one hand cupping your arse. He pushed against you lightly, and you were like putty in his hands, immediately falling back against the wall, allowing him to trap your body against his.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t wine and dine you first,” he growled in your ear as your kisses moved up his jawline. “I’ve been waiting far too long to have you.”

“God, no, fuck that. Take me out later. Right now I just need you to take me.”

You could feel his erection pressing up against you, his robe threatening to come apart, and of fucking course he wasn’t wearing any underpants. You grabbed clumsily against his chest as you tried to open his robe, and Lionel chuckled.

“Not here, love. I have quite a comfortable bed I think you’d much prefer over the wall.”

“We could be behind the fucking bins at Taco Bell, I wouldn’t care. I just - just fucking need you, Lionel - fuck, please —“ You muttered your pleas between kisses on his neck, and Lionel moaned when your teeth grazed his skin.

“Ohh, yes, I’ll take you, [Y/n]. You won’t ever want to leave London again - you won’t want to leave my bed again. You’ve entered the lion’s den now, love. Prepare to be… devoured.”

He pulled away from you slightly, causing you to gasp in surprise at the sudden absence of his skin against your lips, and he gestured for you to lead up the stairs.

“Looking for a view of my ass?” you teased.

He smacked your left cheek for that.

“If I want to see your arse, I know you’ll show me. I don’t need to trick you. Here - this room on the left.”

“How many bedrooms do you have?”

“Only five.”

Only?

You always thought your apartment was a bit big for one person. Lionel was one person too, and yet the master bedroom he was leading you into was bigger than your entire apartment.

You’d be disgusted at the obscene wealth if you weren’t so horny.

You were still gaping at the size of the bedroom when Lionel wrapped his arms around you from behind, and you felt his erection pressing into your ass. He slipped one hand into your pants and you gasped at the sudden intrusion as he cupped your pussy with his large hand.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget how to walk,” he growled in your ear seductively.

“Please,” you begged, throwing your head back onto his shoulder as his fingers began teasing at your folds. His other hand slipped under your t-shirt and grabbed at your breast, causing you to gasp when he squeezed your nipple.

“Gah - fuck - please, Lionel - please fuck me, please, please, please —“

He smirked as he placed a kiss to your jaw.

“Do you not need foreplay? Or is my lioness hungry already?”

“We’ve had months of foreplay, Lionel. I’m done waiting.”

“Mmm… I suppose you’re right. Get naked and get on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

You almost stumbled over your own feet to get to the bed and undress at the same time, and Lionel just laughed.

“I knew you’d be eager. That’s why I didn’t bother getting dressed.”

He dropped his robe, and just as you’d suspected, he was stark naked underneath.

“Where are your condoms?” you asked.

“In the drawer.”

You reached over into his bedside cabinet, and stifled a giggle when you saw his box of condoms was right next to a copy of the Karma Sutra.

“There are a lot of fun positions in there we can try,” Lionel said when he saw you looking. He took the condom from you and began to roll it down his shaft. You watched his movements, practically drooling at his cock. “But we’ll experiment later. For now, I want to see your face as I fuck you for the first time.”

Lionel climbed on top of you and kissed you, hard and passionate, as if the only air he could breathe was that from your lungs. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging onto him desperately, your hips bucking up towards him in a desperate plea.

He unstuck his face from yours, both of you panting for air, and Lionel looked at you with a surprising amount of tenderness.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and with a swift thrust he slipped inside you.

You both groaned in relief, months of sexual tension finally paying off. He fit perfectly - just the right amount of stretch, and when he bottomed out, you could feel his tip pressing snugly against your G-spot.

He paused once he was sheathed inside you, his eyes closed as he savoured the feeling of being buried inside you.

“Lionel…”

He grunted in response, his eyes flickering open to look at you with a wild lust in his eyes.

“Devour me.”

Lionel grinned and his eyes flashed dangerously.

“With pleasure, love.”

He set a brutal pace, and you had to hold onto him to stop yourself from being thrown around on the bed - not that that was an unpleasurable idea, but for now you liked being sandwiched between his body and the mattress as his hips rammed into you as if he was trying to hammer you into the bed.

“You’re right, we don’t need foreplay,” Lionel said smugly as he lifted himself into a kneeling position, keeping his brutal pace going the whole time. “You’re soaked.”

“I’ve been wet for you f - for months, Lionel - ah!” You squeaked when his hand reached between your bodies and he began rubbing your clit with his thumb, just adding to the anguishing pleasure you felt burning through you, and you wondered if he’d consulted his Karma Sutra on how to pleasure the clit just right - either that or he was just a natural at pleasuring women.

“You know, I fucked Polly from accounts last week and - ugh - the whole time I thought of you. You’ve - mhm - you’ve ruined other women for me, love. Even before I’d had you. And now I have - hahhhh - now I have, I’m afraid they’ll all pale in comparison.”

You grinned cheekily. “That’s what they all say.”

Lionel’s grip on your thigh tightened, and he shook his head.

“I mean it. Fuck. Even your tits are perfect.” He eyed them hungrily, watching the way they bounced with each of his thrusts, the way your chest shuddered slightly with each moan. He increased the pace of his thumb on your clit, and you cried out.

“Lionel!”

Your hands gripped the sheets, desperate for some sort of purchase as your whole body shook with each of Lionel’s thrusts. You were close, you knew it, and when you felt the familiar flame burning inside you, you knew there was no stopping it.

“Lionel, I - I’m gonna cum, I —-“

“Yes, love, that’s it, cum on my cock - let me hear you —“

“Oh god, Lionel… Lionel!”

You screamed his name as you came, your muscles spasming and your walls clenching tight around his length. Lionel gritted his teeth, a low rumble building in his chest, and your name tumbled out of his mouth as he came, cock pulsing, and you were hit with a desire to feel him fill you with his seed.

He held your hips flush against his, his cock twitching inside you as he panted, his brain empty and dizzy with nothing but the bliss of you.

After a few moments, Lionel pulled out of you and you reluctantly climbed out of the bed to go to the bathroom. When you came back, Lionel had discarded his condom but had made no effort to put his clothes back on. He beckoned you towards him, a satisfied smirk on his face, and you clamboured under the blankets with him.

Lionel wrapped an arm around you and held you close, as if without your body heat he would freeze.

“Hello,” he mumbled with a chuckle.

“Hi.”

You both laughed.

“How was your flight?” Lionel asked, adjusting himself slightly on the bed so he could look at you and hold you at the same time.

“Amazing. I didn’t want to get off. I’ve never flown business before.”

“Really? Much better than first, isn’t it?”

You scoffed. “Lionel, I’ve never flown anything other than economy.”

“What?” he said incredulously. “Packed in like sardines with god knows who?”

“Well, sometimes I use my flying points to upgrade to economy plus.”

“Outrageous. That university should be paying you far more if you feel you have to slum it in economy.”

“I teach literature, Lionel. Nobody cares about literature. The money’s in science.”

“Nonsense, the arts are extremely important!”

“You’re only saying that because you run a media company. You need us artists, or you wouldn’t have anything to sell.”

“First of all, I run multiple media companies —“

“Oh, sorry, of course.”

“— and second, I run them because I believe art is important. So brilliant people like you can continue creating. You’re welcome.”

You laughed, and you were about to respond when your phone began ringing from where you’d tossed it on the floor when getting undressed.

Lionel, who had a better view of the phone, peered over at it.

“Pfft, you’ve barely landed and Michaelson misses you already.”

“I’ve barely landed and you’re fucking me already.”

Lionel grinned. “That’s true.” He leant out of the bed to grab the ringing phone and tossed it to you. “Go on, better not keep Daddy waiting.”

You rolled your eyes at him and answered the phone.

“Hi, Eli.”

“[Y/n], where are you? I’ve come to your office and you’re not here.”

“No, I’m off today.”

“Off? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you sick?”

“Yes, off. I didn’t tell you because it was last-minute and you’re not my keeper. And no, I’m not sick.”

“Well, when are you coming back?”

“Erm - I’m not sure, actually. Lionel, when’s my flight back?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t booked it yet.”

“Lionel?” Eli repeated down the phone, flabbergasted. “You took off at the last minute to see Lionel?”

“No, of course not! I had to get to London quickly and —“

“Yes, I’m sure you did. I thought you were a professional, [Y/n]. I can’t believe you booked the day off work to fly to London for a shag, as you lot like to call it —“

“Eli! Will you shut up? My uncle died, dickhead, his funeral’s on Monday. Lionel was kind enough to get me a last-minute flight and put me up for the weekend.”

“Oh, yeah? Fucked him yet?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I knew it! Barely off the plane and you’re already spreading your legs.”

“Put him on loudspeaker,” Lionel muttered to you. You sighed and did so, hoping if they hashed it out quickly it’d be over sooner.

“Michaelson! You need to learn to share, mate. You both made it clear you’re not a couple, so what’s your problem? Or are you only interested in fidelity when it’s one-way? Speaking of which, found any more bastards lately?”

“Ah, fuck off, Shabandar. [Y/n], you better get back soon as you can. You’re in for a hell of a punishment.”

He hung up.

“Prat,” Lionel spat. “Does he always speak to you like that?”

“He’s an asshole, sure, but he’s not usually that bad. He’s just - well, not jealous, I don’t think. I think he’s just annoyed because he likes the idea that he’s fucking multiple women but I’m only fucking him.” You paused. “Aw, man, I’m just a replacement for his ex-wife, ain’t I?”

“You are a lot of things, [Y/n], but you’re certainly no one’s wife.”

“Damn straight.” You tossed the phone aside and leant back into Lionel’s arms. He smiled and held you happily, both of you glad you could finally feel one another’s warmth.

“Have you ever been married, Lionel?” you asked absentmindedly.

“No. Never found a woman I’d want to commit to.”

“So you’re too much of a man whore?”

Lionel chuckled, and you could feel his deep laugh reverberating through his chest.

“Precisely. Just like you’re too much of a slut. Would you marry either one of us if it meant you could never have the other?”

“You’re rich, so yes, I’d marry you.”

“So shallow, [Y/n]!” Lionel said in mock surprise. “Have you been flirting with me all this time just to get to my wallet?”

“No, the other thing in your pants. But the hefty wallet’s pretty nice too.”

Lionel smiled and kissed the top of your head surprisingly gently. “Did you want to get dinner tonight? It’s on me and my hefty wallet. Anything you need while you’re here is on me.”

“Hmm… I’ll be honest with you, I’m not too keen on putting any more clothes on today.”

“Good point, nor am I. We’ll order in, then, and tomorrow we’ll go out for lunch. I have a charity event tomorrow night if you’re interested. Very fancy party, lots of rich people mingling and writing generous cheques to show how rich and altruistic they are. I’m sure you’ll find yourself a rich husband there.”

“I doubt anything I’ve packed will be suitable —“

“Then I’ll buy you a dress in the afternoon, after we go out for lunch. Please say you’ll come, [Y/n], these things are horrifically boring. I’m richer than everyone else there, so their displays of wealth are so tedious.”

You turned your head to look up at him with a smirk. “Why would I go looking for a rich husband at this party if I’m already fucking the richest man there?”

“So you can fob him off to fuck me instead.”

You laughed, then turned around to throw a leg over his lap, straddling him, his half-erect cock pressing against your thigh.

“I seem to recall you saying you always get what you want, so do I really have a choice here?”

Lionel grinned. “You’re a quick learner.”

“You think? Let me see how quickly I can learn the best way to ride you…”

***

It was very, very dangerous how much you were enjoying spending time with Lionel. From waking up to his face between your legs, to lunch at a fancy restaurant and shopping in the afternoon, you could definitely get used to being spoilt.

And on top of treating you well, he was good company too. He was witty and he had a way of making you feel comfortable with him, even in unfamiliar surroundings. You bonded over a mutual love of all things artistic - not just paintings, as were his passion, and literature, as was yours, but you had similar tastes in theatre, music and cinema.

When it was time to leave for the charity event, you met Lionel at the bottom of the stairs where he was standing looking out the window as he waited for you in a perfectly fitted tux, which was no doubt tailor-made.

“Well, don’t you look handsome!” you said, eyes raking up and down his body, containing the urge to rip the tuxedo off him.

Lionel turned around, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise when he saw you.

“Wow, [Y/n]…”

“Do I look alright? I wasn’t sure what to do with my hair, so I figured I’d just curl it —“

“You’re beautiful.”

He said it so suddenly, so sincerely, that it made you blush.

“Oh - erm - thank you. I won’t look out of place?”

Lionel shook his head incredulously and approached you to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Darling, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb only because you’ll outshine them all. All eyes will be on the most beautiful woman in the room.”

“Lionel, stop it, you’re making me blush!” you giggled, but you loved to hear such sweet words coming from him.

“And you still look beautiful with your cheeks glowing red. Shall we, then?” He offered you his arm.

“Yes, let’s,” you said, taking his arm gratefully and allowing him to guide you to the elevator.

The party might have been tedious to Lionel, but you were having a great time. He introduced you to so many people that you lost track, but you did meet a few famous faces you were a little starstruck by.

“Ah, and here’s my cousin, late as usual!” Lionel announced as a man around his age, bearing some resemblance to him, arrived with a smile on his face and a slightly younger woman on his arm, who looked just as nervous to be there as you were.

“Lionel!” the cousin announced cheerily. “Good to see you, cuz!”

He wrapped his arms around Lionel in a big bear hug, which Lionel tolerated with a pat on the back before stepping back.

“[Y/n], this is Sinclair Bryant, my cousin. As you can already tell, he has no respect for decorum or timekeeping.”

If Sinclair heard the insult, he showed no sign of it, as he was still beaming as if seeing Lionel was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“[Y/n]? How lovely to meet you! You know, our great-great-grandmother was called [Y/n], wasn’t she, Lionel?”

Lionel shrugged. “Was she? I wouldn’t know. Sinclair has the family history memorised,” he explained to you, “along with every other fact known to man.”

He turned his attention to Sinclair’s companion and smiled, a familiar twinkle in his eye, and a twist in your stomach suddenly reminded you of Eli. You hadn’t heard from him since last night’s phone call.

“And Elizabeth, looking lovely as always, dear.” Lionel took Elizabeth’s hand and kissed it with a flirtatious smile, and she blushed.

“I’ve told you before, Lionel, you can call me Betty.”

“Betty, of course. Now, if you ladies don’t mind, I have some business to discuss with Sinclair.”

“Now?” you said. “Aren’t we at a party?”

“Yes, and if we don’t catch each other now, it won’t be until Christmas. Now, Sinclair, about those reports you sent me…”

The two men wandered off, and you excused yourself for some air, finding your way out to the balcony, which you were relieved to find was empty.

As if he psychically knew you were thinking about him, your phone rang and sure enough Eli was calling.

“How’d you know I was thinking about you?”

“Because you’re always thinking about me. How’s the party?”

“Good, but I feel so out of place. Met some interesting people though. Hey, wait, how did you know about the party?”

“It’s on Twitter.”

“Since when do you use Twitter?”

“Since this morning. You know Lionel’s super famous, right? Being filthy rich does that. Everything he does gets tweeted. There are photos of you two all over the internet.”

“What?!” you gasped.

“Yep. Lionel Shabandar and mystery woman at lunch… Lionel Shabandar and mystery woman go shopping… Mystery woman accompanies Lionel Shabandar to charity gala… Oh, now here’s an interesting comment. ‘Isn’t this the same woman who went to Shabandar’s Christmas party with Eli Michaelson?’ You’re really making a name for yourself. Or you would be if anyone knew your name…”

“Fucking hell. Nah, I can’t have this, Eli. I can’t have my personal life plastered all over the internet!”

“Should have thought of that before you fucked a Nobel Laureate and one of the richest men in the world.”

“Oh piss off, you are not using this to excuse your jealousy. Look, I have some fame of my own, okay? Maybe not like you two do but I am known in lit circles, and the last thing I want is for my name to be associated with who I’m dating rather than my work.”

“Dating? Is that what you and Lionel were doing today?”

“No - shut up, you know what I mean. Do you think Lionel can take them down? He pretty much controls most of the media, right, so maybe he can talk to the head of Twitter or whatever —“

“Too late. Once it’s on the internet, it’s everywhere.”

You sighed and leaned back against the wall.

“So… you were thinking about me?” Eli said after a few moments.

“…Maybe.”

“But you’ve got such exalted company, [Y/n]. Why would you be thinking of a humble little Nobel Laureate?”

You scoffed. “You are the very antithesis of humble, Eli. And you’re certainly not little.”

“But I am a Nobel Laureate.”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned.”

“So… what were you thinking about? Missing my cock yet?”

“Actually, I thought of you because I saw Lionel flirt with someone. Realised I was jealous… made me think I kind of understand why you’re mad about me being here.”

There was a long pause.

“I was gonna ask you out,” Eli said.

“…What?”

“Last night. That’s why I was mad. I was gonna ask you for a real date. Spent an hour working up the courage to knock on your door, meanwhile you were in London fucking Lionel.”

You froze. Your world was spinning. Then, without even thinking, you said, “I woulda said yes.”

“You wouldn’t rather Lionel instead?” Eli scoffed.

“No. I dunno. I… I like both of you. You fuck around, and I know Lionel does too. Can’t I have it both ways? You for when I’m in the States, Lionel when I’m in the UK. Both of you when you’re both around. I keep thinking of taking both of you again.”

Eli let out a frustrated groan.

“Fuck, you’re such a greedy slut. I wish I was there to take you right now in front of all those stuck-up snobs. Lionel can join in only once I’m done with your tight cunt and it’s all loosened for him. Or maybe he could take your ass at the same time. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“God, Eli - I can’t be getting wet in the middle of this party —“

“You knew you’d be getting wet the moment you started thinking about me.”

“I’m always thinking about you at the worst of times… last week one of my students asked if I was friends with you and I had to resist saying I’d sucked your cock half an hour earlier. Not least because I’m pretty sure she’s one of yours. Leah Driver?”

“Oh, Leah… yeah, she’s one of mine. Gives terrible head, but her ass is divine.”

That awful twisting feeling rose up in your gut again, and you pushed it back down.

“In fact, since you’re off playing fancy with Lionel, maybe I’ll arrange a one-to-one with her…”

“Are you trying to make me jealous of a student when I have Lionel here ready to take me as soon as I open my legs? Try harder, sweetie.”

“Not there with you now, is he?”

“No, he’s catching up with his cousin.”

“Oh, Sinclair? Yeah, I’ve met him. Extremely annoying.”

“He seems alright to me.”

“His wife’s hot, though. The new one, not the old one.”

“Okay, Eli, you go fuck your students like the professional you are. I’ve got a party to enjoy.”

Meanwhile, back inside, Lionel and Sinclair had finished their business chat and conversation had turned to more interesting things.

“That woman you’re with seemed really lovely! Are you dating her?” Sinclair asked with excitement, as if his cousin’s love life was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Why, are you looking?”

Sinclair looked offended. “Of course not! I’m very happy with Betty, you know that. I wouldn’t dream of even looking at another woman.”

“Sinclair, relax, I was joking,” Lionel reassured him, knowing his cousin’s feelings about cheating. “No, we’re not dating. Simply fucking.”

“Well, Betty was looking on Twitter earlier - I don’t have it myself, I’m completely inept with technology - but somebody spotted you and [Y/n] at lunch earlier, so I thought maybe there was something more there. Especially as you brought her tonight.”

“She’s certainly… piqued my interest,” Lionel admitted. Sinclair’s eyes lit up, but Lionel quickly added, “But she’s clearly not interested in anything of the sort. I’m not the only man she’s seeing, for starters.”

“Then you need to win her over! Why don’t you bring her to Betty’s birthday party on Tuesday? I can be your wingman! I’ll tell her all the embarrassing stories from when we were kids and you used to show up to family events in your lion onesie, and if she’s still interested after that, you know she’s the one!”

“Don’t you dare, Sinclair,” Lionel said warningly. “If you ruin my chances with [Y/n], I will steal your wife.”

“So you do like her! Oh, this is great, Li! I’ll ask Betty to talk to her and see if she can find out if she likes you too. Ooh, this is so fun! I’ll go talk to Betty right now! She can be super sneaky when she wants to - lied to my face for months about not being in love with me —“

Sinclair was out the door before he’d even finished talking, and his sentence seemed to run straight into the next when he bounded up to Betty and started talking animatedly to her.

Lionel hesitated before returning to the party. He was one of the richest men in the world. He could have pretty much anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers - or a flash of his debit card. Why was he letting a woman get to him like this?

No, he wasn’t having it. Sharing you with Eli was one thing, but he would not doubt himself.

After your call with Eli, you made your way back inside, and glanced around, hoping for a familiar face. You saw Sinclair chatting animatedly to Betty, but Lionel was nowhere to be seen.

You began to make your way through the crowd towards the bar, carefully avoiding bumping into a drunk Bill Gates, when you felt a large hand close around your wrist and pull you back around.

You hardly had a moment to register that it was Lionel who had a grip on you when his lips were on yours, and his hand released your wrist from his grip only to hold your face firmly between his hands, as if worried you might break the kiss.

Somewhere in the distance, some rich people were wolf-whistling and cheering, but you paid them no mind. All that existed in that moment was you and Lionel, and the most breathtaking kiss you’d ever received.

It was all over Twitter within minutes.

[gary-mu]

Hi 😊 I hope you take anon requests. Could you please write was is like to have a lazy Sunday with Katana Man? Thank you so much 🙏🙏🙏

Oh, anon you just did my day. Thank you for requesting Katana Man 🧡💜💚 You don´t even now how much I love that idiot

Sorry for making you wait so long, anon. I hope you enjoy it :)

-HC- Lazy Sunday with Katana Man

Warning/Tags: g/n reader, domestic fluff. It gets spicy at the end ;)

*No beta read

He's a busy man. Always traveling for business... and some other matters he hasn't dared to tell you yet for fear you'd run away.

That's why it's not unusual to be weeks before you see each other again or even have a cozy lazy Sunday. But when it does happen, Katana is always eager to compensate for the time you've spent apart.

He usually would come back late at night when you're already asleep and take a long shower before joining you in bed. He wouldn't dare to bother you with the smell of death he always wears after every "business meeting."

If his week has exceeded his stress tolerance limit, which happens all too often, it's your turn to be the big spoon. Your warm body against his back makes him feel safe, and he'd drift off instantly.

Katana always wakes up first, and he hates it. When he sleeps with you, his dreams are usually calm and wholesome. He would dream of having dinner with you and his late granddad or of Denji's dead body lying at his feet... Nothing but sweet dreams.

When you finally open your eyes, he'd greet you with that rare soft smile he only displays for you. You would pull him for a welcoming kiss and sigh softly when his lips meet yours.

"Shower together and then breakfast?" You would suggest while stroking his back, and he just can't refuse.

Taking the lead to the bathroom, you would begin to undress, making sure his eyes are on you the whole time.

When Katana joins you in the shower, he'd be covering his erection with his hands and avoiding your gaze. He looks so desperate you almost give up and help him with the issue at hand, but he will have to wait a little longer because you're starving.

"We'll take care of that later," you would assure him with a wink and a playful kiss on his cheek. He may be a vicious Yakuza but blushes like a schoolboy whenever you discuss or do anything remotely sexual, and you love it.

Once the two of you are clean and dressed in comfy clothes, it's finally time to make breakfast.

Cooking with Katanana, it's like preparing a five-course meal with a toddler as an assistant. Trust me, It can't be extremely frustrating.

The man is totally clueless about cooking and other household chores. But you can't expect much from someone who's never even boiled an egg by himself because somebody else always did it for him.

Yet Katana's willing to learn and improve only to make you happy, and that's a start. Besides, he'll compensate later by helping you get rid of all that tension you're carrying... and damn! He's good at it.

While eating at the table, you'd tell him all the ups and downs of your week, and he would listen patiently. The man would stroke your hand when you're about to cry or offer to kill whoever gets on your nerves when you grit your teeth with anger.

His advice might be useless most of the time, but he gets extra points for caring.

Katana wishes he could give you a sincere answer when you ask him how his week was, but telling you he died a couple of times a was brought back to life using blood might not be something you'd like to hear. Instead, he chooses to complain about the incompetence of his subordinates.

"Wanna watch a movie?" You would suggest standing up to leave the dirty dishes in the sink before straddling him. "Or maybe you have something else in mind..." you'd add with a subtle roll of your hips against his crotch.

"S-something else," he would whisper before burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush. No matter how much he tries, he never manages to "keep it cool" when you tease him.

You would begin to move your hips, slow and steady, feeling him grow hard beneath you and smile at the desperate faint noises he'd make.

Hesitant lips would ghost over your skin, and his hands would move to your hips.

Your fingers would massage his scalp, his neck, then his shoulders. He would melt into your touch, moaning against the sensitive skin of your neck.

The moment your lips meet, a rush of lust will overcome you. Katana would pick you up and take you to the bedroom, unable to wait any longer. You've missed each other so much and in so many ways that it isn't long until you're making love for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The next day you'll have to deal with angry neighbors complaining about the noise, but it doesn't matter now.

You would spend the rest of the day alternating between sweet love-making and fucking each other's brains out.

Exhausted but happy, you would eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. Katana would be resting his head on your chest and wearing a peaceful smile on his face.

When he's with you, he forgets the mean, cruel, and insufferable snob he is with everyone else. With you, everything is always perfect.

[queenofyumcha]

CW// NON-CON, dom/sub elements, toxic relationship, sex toys, forced chastity, minor temperature play, anal gaping, painful sex

(Pre-established Cahir/Emhyr relationship) Jealous and possessive Emhyr is reluctant to let Cahir out of his sight after his betrayal at Cintra.

When he does send Cahir on missions, he makes a point of fucking Cahir in the stables on the morning of his departure, a stall over from Cahir's saddled horse.

Emhyr fucks Cahir with little preparation, the younger man clutching desperately at the stall door as Emhyr's thrusts are forceful enough to cause the wood to rattle in its frame, the horses around them whinnying uneasily.

Despite the pain the lack of lubrication brings, Emhyr is too familiar with the weaknesses of Cahir's body and soon Cahir's cock tries and fails to rise, half-hard in his cock cage, the gold and black sun emblazoned across the magical lock that holds him captive.

It's too early for Cahir's fellow soldiers to be awake yet, thank the Sun, but the stablehands and chambermaids have long since started their day's work. Cahir shoves his fist into his mouth to muffle his cries, an ice-cold weight dropping into his stomach at the thought of being discovered like this.

Whimpering, speared on his Emperor's cock, bred like a mare in a stall to match, broken by his master.

Cahir's cock drips fruitlessly onto the stable floor, messy trails of his seed dribbling down his inner thighs, pooling in the folds of his leather riding trousers that had been violently wrenched down to his knees.

Emhyr cups Cahir's pathetic, sluggishly dripping erection, the metal of the cage cooling instantly in recognition of the Emperor's touch, his cock shrivelling in response. Cahir sobs and reflexively ducks his hips away from the cold, impaling himself further on his Emperor's cock.

Cahir's hole is left red, puffy and dribbling come, the tortured flesh clinging to Emhyr's fingers as he pets Cahir's prostate with deliberate force. His Emperor drags his fingers through the mess of seed on Cahir's stomach, his hand hovering expectantly in front of Cahir's face.

Face hot with tears and shame, Cahir sucks his Emperor's fingers clean, the bitter and salty tang of their seed coating his tongue like an oily film. He presses kisses to Emhyr's spit-covered fingers, pleading wordlessly for mercy.

He gets no such thing.

Cahir cries, clinging desperately to the stall door for support as Emhyr slides a cold, ribbed metal phallus inside of him, his hole straining desperately to close around its girth, his hot, bruised flesh swollen.

His Emperor leaves him with no fanfare, Emhyr simply tucks himself back into his breeches before stepping carefully around the splatters of seed on the stable floor. His polished boots are the last part of his Emperor Cahir sees as he is left half kneeling, half sprawled on the cold stable floor, seed working its way around the metal phallus to trickle down his thighs.

Cahir soothes his horse with shaking hands after Emhyr leaves, the mare uneasy from the muffled, pained sounds and scent of sex. He checks the horse's tack with a face wet with tears and thighs tacky with oil and seed. It is a struggle to ease himself into the saddle as gently as possible, each step the mare takes causes Cahir to squirm in his seat, the ribbed phallus nudging his prostate with every small involuntary aroused jerk of Cahir's hips.

The ride North has always been punishing, even horses with the smoothest of gaits baulk at the prospect of picking their way through the rough dirt roads of the North.

Cahir limps slowly Northwards, preferring to walk for long stretches by his mare's side rather than sit astride her, her every step causing the phallus to jolt inside of him in a mockery of his Emperor's thrusts.

His cock drips near constantly, the weight of the phallus tugging at his insides, stretching his hole open - In front of the campfire at night, he kneels upon his bedroll, fingers tugging and pushing at the base of the dildo until he teases himself to an unsatisfying release, his caged cock weakly spurting come onto his own bedroll, only ever at most half hard.

Then, and only then, does the phallus allow itself to be slid from his hungrily clenching hole, left red, raw and gaping after a day's hard ride.

Cahir staggers, weak-kneed, to the stream to wash, all the whilst his Emperor's seed clouds the river's waters.

When he wakes the next day, the phallus is firmly inside him once more, as though it had never left.

Forgive me for any typos or grammatical errors, I'll clean this up and likely add a little more to it before popping it on Ao3.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 2

"Come on in Jake sit down I'll grab us something to drink" Jake went to sit down while MC went to the kitchen Jake was still reeling after the kiss MC gave him. "Okay, calm down Jake dont go freaking out now" Jake tried desperately to get his head together. "Hey you okay? You look a little flustered" "oh I'm good, so where have your parents gone" Jake quickly changed the conversation hoping MC wouldn't notice just how flustered he really was.

"Dad took mum away to the lake District. He surprised her for their anniversary" MC plopped down next to Jake handing him a fizzy drink. "That's awesome how long they are away for?" "They left yesterday so they will be back in a week" "if you need anyone to keep you company in available" Jake instantly felt his cheeks turning a light shade of red "your sweet, I'd really like that, if you want we can have a camp out after the movie" Jake turned and saw the sweet smile on MCs face there was no way he could ever say no to her.

"I'd really like that MC" "I've got an idea Jake, why don't we stay here order Chinese takeout and watch some scary movies?" "I like that idea MC, but I thought you wanted to go watch scream?" "Oh right yeah I do wanna watch that" MC sat with a puzzled look on her face trying to work out what to do. "I know what we can do MC, have the camp out tonight and tomorrow I will take you to the cinema?" "Alright you got yourself a deal"

MC's POV

Oh crap why did I just do that I'm supposed to be going out with Phil tomorrow, I guess I could rearrange some things so I can do both. I know if I go to the movies early with Jake then go dancing with Phil. That way I don't disappoint either one. Happy with what I've decided I get up to go find the Chinese takeout menu. Jake has decided what movies to watch. I kind of hope it's a jumpy one so I can hide behind him. He is pretty cute and so is Phil. I like them both but there is one I like more than the other.

We both sit down and watch the first movie of the night, as the night goes on we order out Chinese takeout. I spend most of my time hiding behind Jake when the scary bits come on. I can feel him blushing everytime I touch his arm.

When MC and Jake finish watching the movies they tidy up making sure all the takeout containers are in the bin. "Now that's taken care of, I'll go get the sleeping bags or we can just crash in my bed" MC looked at Jake with a light smirk on her face. "Erm I-i d-don't mind MC wherever you want" "come on Jake let's just go crash on my bed sleeping bags involve too much effort" MC took Jake's hand and they both went upstairs Jake let MC get changed first. So he waited outside the bedroom for her to finish "right I'm done now Jake you can come in" MC shouted to Jake to come in as she got into bed. "There is plenty of room for you Jake if you don't mind sharing" MC patted the empty space next to her. "If you're sure MC" Jake took off his pants and shirt leaving his boxers to be claimed into bed and lay down next to MC.

The next morning Jake was first to wake when he did he got quite a shock, MCs arm was wrapped around him she was cuddled up to him. "Oh god!! What do I do now" Jake quickly tried to think but couldn't come up with anything" MC started to wake so Jake closed his eyes and pretended to still be sleeping. "Jake? It's time to wake up, we have classes soon" MC lightly nudged Jake awake "what time is it" Jake turned and opened his eyes "it's 7am let's get some breakfast" MC climbed out of bed and went downstairs to make some coffee and breakfast.

Jake's POV

I can't believe I actually spent the night next to her in her bed, I've been dreaming of this moment for so long. I am so glad she didn't pull the covers off me. I think I would have died if she had seen my morning erection. If I get a shower first then hopefully it will go away in time for going downstairs to eat. "MC I'm just going to grab a shower then I'll be down" I walk back across the room and close the bathroom door behind me. I turn the shower on and wait a few minutes for the water to heat up.

I feel better after having a shower and avoiding what I didn't want MC to see, I head down stairs and I can smell the coffee coming from the kitchen as I get closer.

"Morning MC, bathroom is free" Jake sat down at the breakfast bar and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Hey, thanks I'll go grab a shower and change, there is some cereal out if you want some" "thanks MC" Jake got up and went to grab a bowl while MC went upstairs to shower. After a while MC had finished and came back downstairs Jake had just finished his cereal when MC came back into the kitchen.

Later that morning they both got ready for college, MC texted Phil to make sure he was actually up.

MC: hey Phil, if your not up get your butt out of bed and get ready for college

MC put her phone down not expecting to get a reply from Phil anytime soon but as she did her phone buzzed.

Phil: and good morning to you, I am up and ready to leave the house.

MC was shocked that he had managed to get out of bed on time, her and Jake grabbed their backpacks and headed out the door and went to meet Phil. They walked down the road and met Phil who was standing outside waiting for them. "Hey MC, you're looking amazing today, you ready for our date later" Phil couldn't help but have a smug smile on his face. "What! Are you going out with him? I thought we were going to the movies?" Jake furrowed his brows at MC "we are still going I thought we could catch the afternoon show and then go dancing with Phil tonight anyway come on we need to get to class" Jake just stood there in confusion at what MC had said but if he wanted to go out with her again he would have to go along with the plan"

Later that afternoon when classes had finished MC and Jake went to watch the new scream movie. "That was amazing, what did you think Jake" MC was so happy she finally saw the movie she wanted to talk about every last detail. "I really enjoyed it, I'm glad we did this. It's just a shame it has to end" Jake looked down at the floor kicking the dirt with his foot. "What's wrong Jake?" MC put her hand on Jake's shoulder. "It's just that I was hoping we could go get ice cream and then maybe play some video games" Jake kept kicking the dirt with his foot. "We can always do that another time Jake there will be other days where we can" "it's not just that it's i-i-i…I really like you MC a lot knowing your going out with him tonight it hurts" MC stood there shocked she knew Jake liked her but she didn't know just how much. "Jake, I didn't know you felt this way I like you to but I also like Phil he's fun to be around just like it's fun to be around you"

Jake didn't say anything he just carried on walking to college, "what's up with him?" Phil watched as Jake walked past him and MC "it's okay I'll talk to him he's just a little upset" MC rushed ahead to try and talk to Jake leaving Phil walking behind them. "Jake! Jake please just listen to me" MC ran after Jake trying to get him to slow down. "What MC? Are you planning on wanting to go out with me so you can later go out with Phil? Oh wait that's what you are doing" "Jake I'm sorry I never meant to hurt you like this, I care about you I really do but we are not dating I can go out with who I want I'm sorry if this doesn't please you I don't want to lose you as my best friend"

Jake stood scanning MCs face he could see from the look in her eyes she didn't want to hurt him. "It's fine MC really, you go do your thing tonight with Phil we can go out another time" before MC responded Jake walked off heading up the steps to the college. "What the hell is going on with him MC what's got him so pissed" MC turned to see a breathless Phil standing next to her. "It's Jake, I accidentally upset him. I will talk to him again later " "come on gorgeous we have classes to get to" Phil put his arm around MCs waist and walked into the college building.

[numbersbythebook]

Nadab & Abihu, Annanias & Sapphira

written by Will Schumacher

I was listening to a podcast of Aleph Beta on the death of Nadab and Abihu. Rabbi David Fohrmann spoke of how the language of the story of the death of Nadab and Abihu was the same language used in the sin of Adam and Eve.

As a reminder, Nadab and Abihu are the sons of the first high priest Aaron. The tabernacle has just been erected and it is the beginning of the priesthood working in the tabernacle. Nadab and Abihu offered a strange offering that God did not command and they are killed on the spot.

Leviticus 10: 1-2 And Nadab and Abihu, the sons of Aaron, took either of them his censer, and put fire therein, and put incense thereon, and offered strange fire before the Lord, which he commanded them not. 2 And there went out fire from the Lord, and devoured them, and they died before the Lord.

This instantly made me think of the New Testament story of Annanias and Sapphira. They too died instantly when they brought a “strange”/sinful offering to God. Read Acts 10.

I believe these stories replicate each other and show the same message. My assumption was then that the stories are numerically linked by the numbers within the Bible.

The stories are linked by numbers. Strong’s G4551 = Sapphira. This is Bible verse 4551…

Numbers 26:61 And Nadab and Abihu died, when they offered strange fire before the Lord.

Adam and Eve dwelled with God and they sinned and spiritually died and were kicked out.

The tabernacle was God’s way to dwell again with His people. Right at the beginning of the tabernacle time Nadab and Abihu sinned in their offering and died and were carried out.

In the New Testament the Church is likened to the tabernacle and temple. We are called the living stones. God is dwelling in us now. Acts 2 shows the Holy Spirit descending on the early church and the start of the 3rd temple. Right at the beginning again Annanias and Sapphira offer a sinful offering and they die and are carried out.

Sapphira is the name and number linking the two stories. It means “sapphire” and comes from Strong’s H5601 used a few times with the image of God on His throne. That image is important I believe in understanding the message God is trying to get across. It’s first use is in Exodus 24:10.

Exodus 24:10 And they saw the God of Israel: and there was under his feet as it were a paved work of a sapphire stone, and as it were the body of heaven in his clearness.

Notice who was there to see God enthroned over the sapphire floor, Nadab and Abihu.

Exodus 24:9 Then went up Moses, and Aaron, Nadab, and Abihu, and seventy of the elders of Israel:

Through the work of Christ we are free to dwell with God again, only because His death made us pure before the eyes of God. We should never lose sight of God’s pureness and majesty and our desire should be to be more like Him.

[zima74824]

Stranded

Zima and grog and scanlan fic

Summary : they got lost in a blizzard and Scanlan caused them to get lost

Zima : FUCKING DAMMIT WE ARE LOST!!!!!!

After a few minutes of Scanlan and zima arguing she sat down near a cave

After a few moments of silence Zima quivered her lips as she was about to cry

Grog : oh no! Zima don’t cry it’s gonna be ok shhhhh

Zima was in tears grog rubs her back gently upon realizing she’s freezing cold

Grog : your ice cold…..let me help ya warm up

Grog removed his shoulder pad and put her in his arms as she sniffled and rests her head on his chest

Grog : shhhhhhh……

Scanlan found some wood and made a camp fire

Zima : I have to go pee…..

Grog : don’t worry I’ll be right beside you

She winced and went back to where the snow was

Grog helps remove her pants and underwear as she winced before she urinated in the snow grog heard her wincing and was worried

Grog : you ok???

Zima : y-yeah s-sorry I’ve been holding it in all day

Grog : when were you going to tell me you had to go sooner???

Zima : I - I don’t know I didn’t think we’d be out here for so long

Grog : did it hurt peeing????

Zima : no it only hurt because I was holding it in

She blushed red a bit embarrassed as she put her underwear back on along with her pants

Grog : awww don’t be embarrassed my love you’ll get used to it especially when you have to go during our longer missions

Zima blushed as they get settled in zima was stressed

Grog puts his hand on zimas leg as it got her attention

Zima : hm?

Grog : here let me relax you ~

Grog said as he reaches down her panties

Zima : w-wait what are you-

Grog : shhhhh no need to tense up like this just let me do this

Zima took a moment as he rubs her leg

Zima : ok

Grog pushes down her dress she shivers

He fingered her pussy with two fingers and turns her around to face him

Grog unhooked her bra a wind chill hits her from behind making her nipples erect instantly

She shudders as Scanlan ignores them and puts more wood into the fire as it helped warm them up

Grog kisses her lips and then kisses her chest

He rubs her nipples

Grog blushes and kisses down to her groin

He looks at her clearly enjoying herself she came on his fingers he replaced his fingers with his dick

Zima gasped a little

Grog thrusts fast

Grog sucks her tit as she couldn’t help but moan from the pleasures she was getting

Grog went faster and growled in her ear as this aroused her she blushed as her pussy throbbed as grogs dick throbbed as well

Grog : oho you like this huh?

Zima : please fuck me harder

Grog went harder pounding her pussy like she asked of him

Grog lifts her legs up as he pushes deeper inside making her squeal

Grog growls and goes harder and faster

Zima : g-grog!~

Grog waits as she came as some of it dripped down his cock after she finished he came inside her

He pulled out as the fire died out

Grog : shit! No scanlan anymore firewood?

Scanlan: that was the last of it

Grog : shitshitshit!!!

They put their clothes on as zima turns on her commlink

Zima : wrecker are you there?????

Wrecker: oh zima! I was wondering where you were what’s going on???

Zima : me grog and Scanlan have been stuck in a blizzard for many hours now and I’m starting to get frostbite…. Please come get me and the boys…. Please….

Wrecker could tell she had a very long day as he replied

Wrecker : I’ll tell hunter don’t worry you won’t be cold for much longer ok??

Zima : thank you

Later they found the three

Wrecker: there they are!

Wrecker ran to zima and picked her up and hugged her

Wrecker: oh cyrika ....thank the maker you contacted me we were looking for you only to find out that you weren’t at home ! But I’m glad you’re safe ……

Grog : I tried my best to keep her warm but the fire just died out so….

Everyone went in the murader and went back home zima was given a nice warm steamy shower

Zima sighed in relief

Zima : I’m glad I’m back home I was afraid I was never gonna shower again either

Wrecker: yeah well I’m glad you are ok but uhm I’ve noticed something different between you and Scanlan did something happen???

Zima : we argued because he could not take hold of the map!

Wrecker: oh

Wrecker lays down with her

Grog sneaks behind her as wrecker kisses her lips softly

Grog lifts up her skirt seeing her underwear and lightly spanks her ass

Zima jolted a little bit

Wrecker could tell that she wanted this grog laid down as she sits on grogs face her skirt was long enough to cover grogs head he licks her pussy despite her having clothes on

Zima blushed as she could hear grog slurping underneath her

Zima moans a bit as wrecker smirks and rubs his thumb on her lip she blushed as she puts his finger in her mouth and sucks on it

Grog grabs her hips making Zima bounce on grogs face her underwear was wet from grogs tongue

Wrecker showed zima his hard cock wrecker lifts up zimas skirt from the front to watch grog ray her pussy he smirked and strokes his cock

Zima blushed red as grog kisses her most sensitive part of her pussy

Grog smirks and went to her behind doing the same thing but on her asshole

Zima whimpered in pleasure as she came from the front

Grog smirks and removes her underwear and eats her ass

Wrecker came on her face

Zima blushed as wrecker went under her and ate her pussy she whines in pleasure

Zima hesitates to cum

Wrecker stopped

Wrecker: what’s wrong baby?~

Zima : I’m close…..

Wrecker: then cum

Zima : i-it’s a lot

Wrecker: don’t make me do it for you

Zima was curious

Zima : how?

Wrecker: rubbing your favorite spot

Zima came as wrecker smiles as let’s her lay on himself grog quickly went behind her

Zima blushed as her cheeks were spread

Zima was very aroused from knowing what’ll happen next as grog slid in her ass and wrecker penetrates her pussy

Grog : was this the kinda orgy you wanted?

Zima pants

Wrecker and grog thrust as it was a threeway sandwich

Zima got really vocal this time grog kisses her shoulder and wrecker kisses her chest

Wrecker smirked and looked at grog as they both had a idea wrecker sucks on her nipple as grog sucks on the other while they both fuck her she nearly screamed in pleasure they thrust faster she blushed as she takes them all in

Grog came inside her same with frog she bent down and sucks grogs cock and strokes wreckers every few sucks and strokes she’d switch grog : such a good toy~

Wrecker: she’s the best toy ~ our favorite cum bucket too~

Zima pants as grog came on her back and wrecker came on her tits

[hopelesshawks]

Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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