#wrists breasts and thighs because SH

[leclsrc]

low down ✴︎ cl16

genre: porn w slight plot, humor, tad bit of fluff

word count: 2.5k

A lot can happen under an hour. You and Charles, self-proclaimed pros at sneaking around, can attest to this.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... smuuut,......,,, ... ,, dirty talk, charles is a bit dom-switchy, penetrative sex, handjob (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), semi public sex, yeah

req'd!!! title from this. leave it to auds to dip for 6 days n come back with another fic... i love u guys, my best friends foreva (dipping again for a bit after ths bec im headed back to ldn)

“So I said to her—if you text me, call me. Clever, innit? Oh.” Lando pauses telling his story, spotting you and Charles sitting on the sofa of the lounge. “Hey, you guys.”

“Mmm,” you mumble noncommittally, both of you focused on the film playing. “Close the door, the light’s blocking the screen.”

“Right, sorry.” Lando pulls it shut and turns back to Carlos to finish his story. “So this girl, yeah? Proper fit and all. Hey, Charles, her friend’s single, if you’re into that.”

Charles mulls over it for a second, his lips warping into a pout. “Sure…? Actually, mate, no.”

“Both of you are going to die single,” Carlos chirps from the fridge, tossing Lando a can of beer, who receives it as he laughs.

You snort from your place on the couch, clearly amused. “You’re saying that like it’s wrong.”

five minutes earlier

Charles’ hands sneak up, underneath your thin tank top and higher to cup your breasts. You mouth his name hotly against his ear, your own fingers threading into his hair as you whimper. “You”—another moan escapes your lips involuntarily when one hand leaves to squeeze at your ass—“you’re sure Carlos won’t come in?”

“We’ve got an hour at the least,” he promises roughly, groping hungrily, blindly almost. You part from him to catch your breath, meeting his eyes. They’re dark, with want written all over them, so you pull him closer, to let your mouths meet in a wet, messy kiss.

You two haven’t hooked up in two weeks, record time for how good you are at sneaking around. You’re not usually so careless, but you’re both desperate. He breathes hard, urgent, the tent in his jeans rubbing against the seat of your shorts. So much pent up tension, weeks of lingering touches, of eye contact at the same table, of wanting each other so plainly, in front of everyone who thinks the two of you are just friends.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whimper, grinding downward, harder. Your top’s been pushed up so he can bury himself in between your tits. “But—mmmmf, fuck, I need it.”

“Tell me,” he says, demands, breathless. He thumbs at the cup of your bra.

“I keep touching myself thinking about you,” you confess. It slips easy when it’s him. 

You spread your legs wider from where you are on top of him, lying on the sofa, movie playing idly and forgotten behind you both. It’s almost embarrassing to admit how much you want him, your body warm with desire, for him to bring his hand where you need it most. 

“Fuck, baby.” He hums, and it makes you so, so wet. Like he can read your mind, he mutters, “Wanna feel how wet you are.” Your hand loops around his wrist and you’re guiding it to your shorts, thighs clenching.

“Char—” Your breath tapers off into a high-pitched gasp when his arms suddenly wrap around your waist and gently, but urgently, push you off of him.

Briefly, you’re confused, your mind stuck on Fuck, baby and two weeks without all this and his promise of having enough time to fuck which has gone woefully unkept. You feel his fingers, quick to pull your top back down, feel him mumble a quick apology, and you sit yourself down on the other end of the sofa just as the door opens fully.

“You said an hour you asshole!” You manage to wedge it in before the chaos fizzles out.

“So I said to her—if you text me, call me. Clever, innit? Oh, hey, you guys…”

—

“Leave it to her and Charles to swim even further off the beach,” George mutters to Lewis, both of them walking along the shore, feet sticky with water and sand. “Those two are always getting into trouble.” 

Lewis calls out to the blank bright sea. “Guuuys! Helloooo?! We’re leaving!” He scans the water for two heads, finds nothing.

Your head pokes out from the door of the yacht a few feet away, docked just by the pier. “Alright! Just a second!”

“What the hell?” He mutters quietly, just level enough for him and Lewis to hear. “Could’ve sworn they swam out…” The two exchange a puzzled look, but shrug it off. “Okay. Come quick!”

“Yep!” You shut the door again with a smile.

twenty minutes earlier

“Please,” you beg, fingers toying at the waistband of his shorts. It’s been so long, you’re implying. There was that one quickie three weeks ago and nothing else. Dry, dry, dry. It’s been ages. You blink, flirty, brows furrowed, lip red with how hard you’ve been biting on it. “Need you.”

Really, you are never this careless. The group—you, Charles, Daniel, George, Lewis—had all been drinking on a yacht, and then when everyone swam off, you both snuck back onto the boat and shut the door quick behind you so you could—

“I need you now,” you add, feverish, your head thrown against the wall.

“Slow down,” he grunts, a low, amused drawl. “So eager.” His hair’s a bit wet from the two minute dip you took to pretend you were both swimming like everybody else. It smells like the beach, his lips like beer. You’re addicted.

It’s killing you, the want. The hunger. The need. “Can you blame me?”

He brings his fingers up your skirt to push your flimsy bikini piece to the side, swearing gruffly under his breath when he pushes one inside of you slowly. A throaty moan leaves you, involuntary, drawn out by the slight stretch, the relief. You tighten around him, hands caging him closer toward you.

“You’re so tiny, baby.” He mutters something in French, amused, a bit in awe. “So good for me.”

“Just you, just you,” you whine, feeling him work another finger into your cunt. 

He laughs, vicious against your ear. “You like that? What if someone walks in, hmm?”

Your stomach lurches with excitement and you grow wetter. “I don’t care.”

“Atta girl,” he chuckles, low and hot. It’s so dirty, everything, all of it. The sneaking around, pretending you’re nothing but friends around everyone but claiming each other once you’re alone for even just a second. You’re desperate for him, more, more, more.

So he gives it, a third finger pushing into you and letting you feel more of the dull stretch. Your hand’s palming at the bulge in his shorts, ears savoring the whiny grunts coming from him when you squeeze at it, albeit distractedly. “I’m gonna—fuck—” You tense, the pleasure bubbling over, thighs shaking.

“Let me feel you,” he orders lowly. “Come on, ange. J’en veux. Cum for me.”

Like you’re on command, you do, toes curling and hands pulling him to latch against your neck so you can smell him, feel him everywhere as you cum. It’s hard, long, a direct result of the god awful dry spell, gushing all over his thick fingers. He slips them out, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheekbone, then your nose, then finally your lips meet again in a messy, slow kiss.

“How long do we have?” You ask, giggling. He smells good, like always, and having him pressed up against you is as comforting as it is arousing.

“I figure an hour.”

Guuuys! Helloooo?! We’re leaving! A disembodied English voice permeates the wooden wall and you screw your eyes shut tight, adjusting your pulled-up bikini top. You turn to open the door, head poked out, finding George and Lewis standing idly by the pier. Just behind the door, Charles’ big hand gropes at your ass and he laughs behind you, unseen.

“Alright! Just a second!” You chirp smilingly. They say something your mind’s too clouded to register, so you reply with a safe “Yep!” and shut the door, facing Charles with a stormy expression on your face.

“You are shit at timing these,” you scold, letting him lift you up and pin you up against the wall to savor a two-minute makeout session.

—

Daniel hands Charles a pickle jar, asks him to open it. You watch with mild amusement. This is an hours-long prank now, with Daniel proclaiming the jar to be fully un-open-able and garnering over fifteen failures over the morning. Lewis failed. Max failed. Esteban failed. Three engineers, two strategists, and one janitor failed. “Lewis failed?!” You’d asked when Daniel let you in on his secret challenge.

So you watch, eyes transfixed on his veiny, ring-clas hands wrap securely around the jar. And then it pops open.

Surprise etches itself onto your features—then warmth, at the realization that arousal had begun to boil in your stomach. “You should be proud of him,” Daniel says beside you, in awe. “Some friend you’ve got there.”

“Totally,” you say enthusiastically, elbowing Charles. “Nice one, mate.”

forty-five minutes later

“Your hands.” You feel them grope at your ass. “They’re wicked.”

“You’re weak,” he says. A menace.

“Just shut up.” In retaliation, he wraps a hand around your neck, but doesn’t squeeze. It just rests there, a promise of something more. Your breath hitches and you grow wet under your jeans. Your eyes flutter.

“Fuck me,” you breathe. And he does.

—

“What’d Charles say? Ring him, won’t you?” Alex asks, reviewing the reservation list for dinner. “He’s late.”

“He said he was good with 8PM. Let me call just in case,” Max hums, clicking at his phone and pressing his ear to it. “Charles?”

“Mate,” says Charles on the other end, voice muffled through the phone. He’s quiet. 

“You up for dinner, right?”

“Later, at eight,” says the other, breathy. “Bye—”

And the line’s clicked off. Max stares confusedly at his phone, turning back to Alex and shrugging. “Well, he said fine.”

“Does he knowit’s 8:15?”

thirty seconds earlier

Charles grabs your hair, knotting it in his grip as he sucks in through his teeth. “Fuck.”

He’s big, thick in your mouth, stretching your jaw out wide. You’re so pretty on your knees, like you have been for the past few minutes, head bobbing, bringing him toward and away from release. Your eyes are watery, pleading almost, and the farther you go the more you choke around his dick, unable to take it.

“Deeper,” he says gruffly. And you obey, like always, with a devious smile that translates mostly in your eyes, a raised brow.

He smiles back down at you, and then his phone is ringing in his back pocket. This has happened before—bosses, friends, family (God, family) calling during trysts, but Jesus, Charles will never ever—

“Answer it.” You pull off with a teasing smile. It’s a challenge, leaves your shiny lips that are currently wrapped around his tip again. You raise both brows. Go.

He does, presses accept without reading and then mumbling the first thing on his mind. “Mate.”

You cough around him, throat tightening as you deepthroat, humming sweetly like this is your favorite thing in the world. Above you, Charles is spilling nonsense. “At eight,” he says. “Bye—”

The phone clatters to the floor beside you and he thrusts roughly into your waiting mouth, good girl good girl leaving his mouth in thin, desperate, gritty moans until he’s pulling you off by your hair and cumming onto yout lips.

“Tastes like shit,” you tease menacingly, licking over them anyway and smiling. You stand up and button his jeans, laughing. He kisses you.

“I’m on a fucking time limit. Dinner at eight.”

“It’s 8:15.”

“Oh.” He pauses. “I’ll just fuck you, then.”

—

“Is sneaking around the best idea?” You ask. “For us, right now?”

The season’s almost over, and that means Charles has no time to sneak off. Between almost being caught with your panties in your mouth by Carlos, and Charles almost being caught eating you out by Daniel, you’ve both agreed the stress isn’t worth it. But it begs the other question: how long will you wait?

“It…” He meets your eyes, exhaling, bummed. “It isn’t.”

one hour later

“Harder,” you whimper, the plead leaving you softly and desperately. His hand’s heavy at the small of your back, pushing you into a perfect arch so he can pound into you the way he likes. 

“How could I say no to you?” He says breathlessly. You hear his smile, his teasing pleasure. You shudder when he goes harder, tightening around him, sinking further down onto his cock. Your brain’s all fog, dumbed down by Charles’ insistent, hot words, hands all over you. 

“Cumming,” you say, the words thin and whiny. Your thighs shake when you do, for the third time in the hour. This fuck is messier, more desperate, hotter than all the rest. He doesn’t usually handle you so roughly but you both know it’s what you want anyway. 

You’re so fucking cock drunk it’s crazy. So good Charles—I want to cum again, I—

“Come on, for me.” He pounds into you harder. “Before I fill you up with my cum.”

“Wanna be full of it,” you pant, crying into the pillows when you let yourself give in to the knot of pleasure again and cum, gushing all over his cock.

He feels, semi-blindly, for your lips, presses his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You sniffle around it, and clearly he’s close to release with how sloppy and rough his thrusts are now, the constant grunting music to your ears. “Gonna be good for me?” He asks. You nod. “Gonna be my good little slut?”

It’s too much, in the best way—it sends you both into overdrive, cumming at the same time. It’s so good, you’re saying, but it’s cloudy and faraway and dumb.

“I can’t,” he says through gritted teeth. His face is shiny and pretty when you turn over, feel his dick slip out, and press a kiss to his sweaty nose. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Me neither,” you admit. The confession is swallowed into a kiss.

—

“Are you wearing Charles’ shirt?”

Max is eagle-eyed. Nobody noticed for twenty-seven fucking minutes and then Max walks in, takes a glance at your shirts, and suddenly everyone’s eyes are like glue. Your Ferrari shirt, which you’d purchased to be intentionally oversized—Charles’ size, just about—had a plain collar. Charles’—his was a polo.

You are wearing a polo. Charles is wearing a plain, U-shaped collar.

twenty-seven and a half minutes earlier

“I love that bra.” Charles flicks the black lacy strap and lets it snap against your skin. You yelp, brows furrowed defensively.

“Hey.” You pick your shirt up off the ground. “Don’t get turned on, we have to go and meet our friends. Isa’s here today, and so is Lily.”

He does the same, clutching the red and black Ferrari gear to his bare chest. “You turn me on.” It’s teasing, flirty, and you smile, pretending to shoo him away when he crowds you against his room’s wall. Get away! You’re shout-whispering, but he presses a sure kiss to your lips, and you smile against them.

“We’re pros at sneaking around,” you say, giggling as you tug your tee on.

He fixes his collar, tugs the shirt to fit properly, winks. “We really are.”

And maybe you don’t know it now, or in twenty-seven and a half minutes, but one day you will realize that the only people you’re hiding all your feelings from are yourselves.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: Mistress Kink w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: OKAY LISTEN. i did NOT mean to miss a day. i ended up falling asleep then i was super busy for the rest of the night so it totally slipped my mind, but here it is now!! hope yall are excited for some grey haired dommy mommy emily! this is for my fellow wlw out there, i love yall! MWAH ;*

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There was something about Emily’s presence that commanded respect wherever she went, her aura darkened with a certain kind of dominance that many people had difficulty putting their finger on. Maybe it was because she was the Unit Chief, or that before her promoted status all those years ago, she was a woman with many secrets.

Of course, you knew though, because you were her wife, and even in the bedroom she held herself in high regard, so who were you to treat her with anything less?

“Mistress?” You asked quietly, body twitching in slight nervousness as her fingertips stroked the curve of your bare back in an up and down motion, her touch featherlight. Your body was always so sensitive to her touches, and after years of being intimate with her, she had fine tuned and tweaked your nerves like a guitar.

She’d had you stripped down to nothing and laid over her lap, your naked breasts resting on her pant clad thighs. You had no idea what you had done to invoke a punishment, but you honestly don’t think that this is what that was, because your ass would have already been spanked raw due to you rubbing your thighs together to relieve your aching core without her permission.

“Sh…” She soothed you to silence by gently caressing the globes of your ass. “You did nothing wrong, my pretty girl. I just want to appreciate my wife, can’t I do that?” She asks softly, her fingers now stroking your wet slit teasingly. Your breath hitched in your throat, fingers twitching from where they gripped the sheets.

“Yeah,” You sighed, body going lax in her hold. “Of course you can, mistress.” 

She hummed thoughtlessly, the pad of her finger descending through your soaked folds, and slipping inside of you. A wanton moan caught in the back of your throat, your head lifting up from where it faced down. There were times like these where all Emily wanted to do was give, with no expectation for anything in return. It was possible she was involved with a case where someone lost their lover, or a situation that probably hit too close to him that possessed her to act like this. Not that you were complaining.

You cried out when she added another finger, the length of her aged digits rubbing against your sensitive and velvety walls deliciously, the pads of her fingers pressing your spongy g-spot. Her movements were soft and full of love, no urgency in her movements as she dragged out your pleasure. 

Your orgasm slowly bubbled in your gut, twisting when she finally added her third and final finger.

“Oh!” You gasped. “Mistress… please!” Your chest rose and fell with your pleas. 

“I got you my sweet girl.” She praised over your loud noises, but her ministrations sped up, the twist of her wrist getting rougher in order to drag you to your orgasm faster.

Your cunt squelched lewdly, painting her three digits in your slick as your noises grew louder and louder and the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. 

“I- I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you came, quaking and squirming on your wife’s lap. Your sight went white when you came, your ears ringing and your veins lighting on fire. She worked you through it, rubbing your lower back and twisting her wrist into your cunt until you jumped in overstimulation, tiny, pained whimpers slipping through your lips. 

“You did so good, sweetheart. So, so, good.” She praised. 

“Thank you, mistress.” You said breathlessly through a sleepy smile on your face.

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[robinsno1lesbian]

omgg neighbour robin straddling you and grinding on you while she pins your hands behind your head 🫠

older!neighbor!robin x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1185

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+), thigh riding, some praise every now and then, dirty talk, idk how to label it but robin holds reader down/restricts movements etc., implied choking?, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay i'm SO tired but i really wanted to write something today, so have this little robin drabble, written by a sleep-deprived lesbian.

she sounds just as pretty as she looks, when she rolls her hips over the length of your thigh for the first time. for once, you're completely, utterly speechless. for someone who normally always has something to say or at least think, your mind is entirely blank. you're normally quite a pillow princess for robin, and when you do go down on her, she always tells you what to do and where to touch her. but, god, how you love it. so this, whatever it is, is new: the fact that for once she isn't touching you all over, roaming your body with her hands and fucking into your with at least two of her fingers. instead, robin is straddling your lap, with you laying on your back while she towers above you. just a second ago, she was kissing down your jaw with a hand wrapped around your throat. she was whispering sweet nothings, telling you how she couldn't wait to get a taste of you. now she has sat up though. it's a glorious sight really; she has stripped out of her shirt, leaving her in nothing but her boxer shorts and a bra, and her hair is falling down her shoulders loosely. you're in an equal state of getting undressed: your top has been thrown across the room earlier this night and you're in a matching set of underwear. and now robin is grinding down against your thigh. you freeze and your eyes widen when you notice the soft sensation; the creaking of the bed beneath you, her labored breathing, and finally the way her hips stutter against you. she has never done this before; you're usually the one to chase your release all over her. seeing the way she inhales sharply through her nose and the way her lips part in pleasure is so new to you. not that you're complaining though, because she looks so good.

"robin...?" you whisper through the thick silence that has fallen upon you. she hushes you with her raspy voice, signalizing you to be quiet while she is rutting against you. "sh" she rasps and puts her index over her lips for a moment, before her head drops back and she closes her eyes in concentration while she's panting. for a while, you lay there and watch her. your throat has gone completely dry after just a couple of seconds and your need to touch her grows the longer she rides you like this.

you partly get it now, even though you know she is still the one in control after all. but you understand why she loves it so much when you ride her thigh, why she is always either palming your breasts or guiding your hips. eventually, you can't hold it back any longer. you reach out and hold her hips, trying to support her the same way she likes to do it whenever you're the one grinding against her. but robin has other plans and that is when she snaps. she grabs both of your wrists and leans forward again, her upper body lingering over yours while she pins your hands over your head.

"i said don't" she hisses through gritted teeth. her harsh tone goes straight to your center and you whimper when she holds onto your arms. oh, how you love it when she gets like that. her eyes are fixated on yours and she gives you somewhat of a warning glare. "don't touch me" robin rasps "just be a good girl and let me use that pretty body of yours however i please, okay?" your lashes flutter. her words have your cunt clenching around nothing and you nod your head helplessly. it only gets better when she starts rolling up against you again, at a slow but steady pace. "say it" she orders, the words half a moan. "u-use me" you whine "god, please robin, use me" a smile creeps up her face regardless of her actions when she hears the words from you.

"good girl" she murmurs "so good for doing this, fuck, you look so fucking pretty too" robin keeps your wrists in her strong hand, pinning you against the bed while she picks up the pace again and grinds herself against you. you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter the longer she moves, each moan and groan that passes her lips coaxing a desperate whimper from you as well. you want to touch her, you really do, and it only gets harder as she continues. watching robin is not enough, you need to feel her, no matter how. but robin is relentless and she has made her point clear, even though you're certain that getting you this desperate had been her mission from the start. she doesn't want your touch, she just wants your body. the thought shouldn't turn you on like this. it shouldn't make you want her even more than you already are. her free hand comes to take your chin and turn her face so that you're staring up at her. her pupils are blown wide, taking over all the blue in her eyes and replacing it with dark lust. "look at me, pretty girl" the fact that her breaths are coming heavier than ever tells you that you're not the only one who is beyond turned on by this. "look at me and watch me cum" your eyes widen and you moan at her words, which earns you an airy chuckle from robin before she picks up her pace. her face lingers inches above your own and she doesn't break the eye contact when she starts riding you faster and harder than she has before, her clothed cunt running over your leg.

you can feel her wetness through the boxers and you can see it glistening too, in the dim light of the room.

the bed gives a loud creak underneath you at one particularly hard roll of her hips and you would love to be concerned for the furniture but then her orgasm rolls over her and everything else becomes irrelevant to you. your mouth hangs open when robin starts moaning, softly at first but the volume is increasing steadily until she's louder than you've ever heard. her grip tightens around your arm and she cries out in pleasure when she cums. the feeling of her cunt clenching against your thigh is simply just the cherry on the fucking top and you can't help but moan along as she rides it out on you. this might be a rare occasion but you'll never get tired of the way she looks when she orgasms. how her eyes fall shut tightly while her mouth opens and she lets the moans come out. eventually, her body goes slack and she drops forward against you, her face buried in your neck. robin's hands let go of your wrists and come down to hold your jaw when she starts peppering kisses all over it. "you did so good for me" she hums. "made me feel so fucking good, you deserve a reward for that, don't you think...?"

[wheredafandomat]

Omg when did I write this and why is it on my Ao3 and my Wattpad but not here?

Indulge me

Loki x female reader drabble

18+

Placing a hand on your chest to push you backwards, Loki’s eyes remained trained on yours. Each step was slow, calculated. Your breathing became rapid as your back hit the cold wall and a mischievous grin decorated Lokis face. He stood inches away from you, hand still on your chest as he towered above you. His piercing gaze became too much and you decided to focus on the lifting of his shoulders with each inhale trying to block out the sensation of his breath fanning your face with every exhale.

“Come on y/n, what did you expect?” He teased moving his hand from your chest and down to cup your breast.

“Not this” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Really? You didn’t expect this? You didn’t want this? You don’t crave this?” He chuckled lowly squeezing the breast in his hand causing the quietest moan to fall from your lips.

“Mellifluous” he uttered closing his eyes “the moans that fall from you are always so harmonic. I yearn to hear more” he almost demanded leaning closer to you and opening his eyes “indulge me.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. You were not going to make this easy for Loki. You know the trickster liked a challenge and you loved to challenge.

“You indulge me” you suggested poking his nose causing him to drop his hand from your breast and grab your wrist, pinning it to the wall.

Your eyes widened when you saw Loki conjure a dagger with his other hand and hold it against your throat, just over your pulse.

“I will take great pleasure in watching you writhe beneath me as I thrust mercilessly into you. You’ll buck your hips feeling me plunge deeper and deeper into your wet cunt and your cries will fill the room. When I ravage you, you’ll know only my name and you’ll scream it, daring to close your legs as my tongue lazily licks circles around your sensitive clit” he professed adding a minuscule amount of pressure to the dagger at your throat causing you to wince slightly.

“Shh sh, don’t fret y/n” he reassured whilst spreading your legs with his thigh “we haven’t even started yet.”

Tags because wtf I love this 🤣

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Hi!!!!! Again!!!

I was wondering if could get something with reader and Frankie being intimate for the first time and reader is nervous bc she has SH scars?

Or conversely, if writing about that is uncomfortable, reader gets nightmares?? I suffer from horrific nightmares bc trauma and wish I had someone to hold me when I had them 😭

If none of this speaks to you there’s 0 pressure, I hope you have a great day and I look forward to reading more Frankie!!! You write him so well

Thank you for the request, @romanarose and I'm sorry you had to wait so long! I wanted to go witht he first option and it's a difficult topic, I didn't want to get it wrong. I hope you like it <3

Frankie x f!reader

Warnings: PTSD, former trauma, former self harm, scars, Frankie Morales is Consent King, first time having sex (with each other, no one is a virgin here), nudity, kissing. All is soft and well <3

Words: 1,123

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it. You thought about it a lot, in fact: every time you met someone new, you had to face the fact that there were so many chances for them to run for the hills. Or not understand. Or the worst yet: add to your trauma, worsen your injuries, break you even more.

Frankie seemed okay. You learned very quickly that he had his own demons: he shared his history of PTSD and drug abuse early on. Visibly nervous but with a clear voice and a firm eye contact, he told you a condensed version which ended with him reassuring you that he understood if you wanted to stop seeing him, that he knew that this was a lot to handle. You could just part ways amicably.

You shook your head and said that you had a dark past of your own, but you weren’t ready to share yet. He accepted that, and that same night, he asked you if he could kiss you. It was the first kiss you two shared, and it was sweet and full of promise.

Each time you saw him, hung out with him, kissed him, you knew that you were coming to this: you were going to have to get naked before him, and he would learn what your trauma had made you do to yourself. The shame was still there, even if therapy had helped a lot. But being naked with someone new was always daunting, and your scars just made it worse. You couldn’t even ease him into it because teenage you had been devious enough not to blemish your wrists, no, your whole history was mapped out on your thighs in a criss-cross of short, white lines.

And when that evening comes, and you’re making out on Frankie’s couch, his heavy yet comforting weight on you, his hard cock pressing against your through his jeans and yours, you feel it in your searing hot and sopping wet core that it’s going to have to happen. You can’t wait any longer: you want him, desperately, heart-achingly, completely.

He pulls his mouth from yours when you start to work his shirt off him.

”Are you sure?” he asks you breathlessly, eyes dark with desire yet softly searching your face. ”I don’t want to pressure you.”

”I’m sure,” you confirm, just as short of breath as he is, and embarrassingly eager to see his naked chest, to embrace him and find out what it feels like to be with him, skin to skin.

Frankie sits up and takes his shirt off, and you are free to caress the naked skin beneath. You sit up as well and trace your lips along the warm skin, kiss him over his wildly beating heart, his soft moan telling you just how good it feels to him.

Your top and bra follow his shirt onto the floor and Frankie's prickly chin is tickling the soft, sensitive flesh of your breasts as he flicks his tongue over your hardening nipples. Not until you are mewling does he come up for a sweet yet teasing kiss, before trailing his lips down between your breasts, over your stomach, all the way down to your bottoms. You lift your ass to make it easier for him to pull them down, and Frankie kisses every inch of revealed skin before him.

Then he stops, and you realize that he's seeing them. Your scars. You wet your lips nervously and start to stammer out explanations and excuses, but Frankie comes up to silence you with another gentle kiss.

"Can I take off the rest of your clothes?" he asks, his voice warm and sincere, and you nod mutely. Naked before him, more nervous about your scars than your body, you can barely look him in the eye. You try to still your shaking limbs but can't, your nerves having taken control over your twitching muscles.

"I used to cut myself," you finally offer quietly. "And I did it on my thighs so nobody would know."

Frankie has his big, warm, palm on your knee, and he's just silently regarding you. Relieved, you note that he doesn't seem disgusted or shocked, just... sad. Sympathetic, as if he had personal knowledge of that crippling anxiety that drove you to use a razorblade on yourself, time and time again.

"I'm sorry you had to do that," he eventually says. "I'm sorry you were made to feel that bad."

You try to shrug. "It was a long time ago. I'm better now."

"I'm very glad about that."

His smile is so gentle that it hurts your heart, and you press a smile back, but your lower lip is trembling. You're still shivering, your body a mess of arousal, shot nerves, and hope.

"Is this okay?" you want to know, your voice wavering slightly. "It's not too ugly?"

"Sweetheart," Frankie immediately pulls you into his chest, "nothing about you is ugly." He kisses the top of your head, his hand moving in soothing circles on your back. "You're beautiful, and you make the world beautiful."

You blink hysterically but the tears still rise and spill down your cheeks. "So do you, Frankie."

He hears the sob in your voice and kisses your wet cheeks before laying you down and peppering your neck with kisses.

"Can I touch them? The scars?"

"Uh-huh." You don't trust your voice to carry, but Frankie smiles comfortingly at you, and you cup his cheek, let your fingers wander and get lost in his thick, soft locks.

Your thigh muscles are tense when he brushes his lips to the first scar, but for each little show of love for the marks that you gave yourself during the darkest part of your life, you relax. Your heartbeat returns to the apex of your thighs, and you know you're slick down there, but Frankie doesn't go there, not yet, but instead focuses on instilling your scars with his devotion. You let him lull you into complete security and relaxation. You even close your eyes and sigh out your breath in a low, happy hum. He finds your hand and braids his fingers with yours, his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand.

Your eyes blink open when he says your name. He's smiling at you, the beautiful crow's feet gathering at the corners of his warm, pretty eyes.

"You okay?" he wants to know. You nod, sitting back up and reaching for the fly of his jeans.

"I need you now."

"You got me."

When he finally sinks into you there is no longer any trace of shame left, only desire and a budding love that you somehow know will last for a long, long time.

[cyprus-green]

Please, Miss Granger

Rated E: Set in Bordello; Future Smut

'Miss Granger, so sorry to bother you again... He says he won't go. That he wants to see you, first.' A young woman in a full latex suit, thick leather collar and bright pink mask popped her head into Hermione's private chambers.

Hermione tensed. With a sigh she waved her hand in dismissal. 'He shall wait till I'm ready or he can leave. Feel free to tell him I said as much. Thank you, Rochelle.' Hermione placed her folded hands upon her knee and looked seriously at the girl. The young woman nodded in assent, ducked her head respecfully and scurried away, the sound of her latex boots squeaking all the way down the hall.

Hermione groaned and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. Why. Why did it have to be him. Of all wizards. Of all men. Why him. Like a stubborn ball of lint, refusing to be picked, she never could quite shake him from her life. At Galas. At work. Now at her place of leisure, her most cherished place of relaxation and renewal.

With a sigh she stood and surveyed herself in the full length mirror. Her whale bone corset emphasized her tiny waist, pushing her small breasts obscenely high. Her matching knickers sat obscured by the leather harness that gripped her hips comfortably and securly. Down her thighs she wore a garter that connected her enchanted stockings to her corset. On her feet she wore salacious, sexy, full leather, knee-high, stilleto boots--a gift from one of her most faithful patrons. On her face she wore a matching leather mask, ornate in it's floral design. Her hair was worn slick back into a high, tight pony tail, a thick length that cascaded down her back like a flogger. She re-applied her dark red lipstick and wiped at the corner of her full lips. Finishing with a healthy spray of her favorite Guerlain parfume, she looked back into the mirror. Immaculate as always.

Turning to her wall of tools and toys she pondered her choices. She walked up and down the length of the wall her fingers tracing their handles. A paddle? Not nearly threatening enough. A flogger? She tilted her head back and forth weighing the idea, but shook her head. Too showy for a first meeting. She paused before her crops. Yes. One of these will be good. She made for the door and thought for a moment before turning back on her heel.

Sitting on her velvet chaise longue, she flicked her wrist levitating a heavy, ornate chest to her feet. She opened it carefully and pulled out her emerald and diamond choker-necklace. A gift from another incredibly generous and horribly wealthy client. Fixing the clasp she touched it against the hollow of her neck. She decided against the matching bracelet. Both pieces combined cost more than her entire salary.

She dug though the deep enchanted chest and pulled out her favorite pair of gloves, delicate but sturdy things things that went past her elbows. Smiling she plucked out two long but neatly folded silk ties. She placed them carefully in her corset. They sat comfortably underneath her breast, right above the wand she always wore when she was working. The war had hardened her and although she had 'moved on' as well as she could, some habits died hard. She would never be caugh, empty handed, without her wand again.

Standing, she grabbed her crop and whispered a spell that sent the chest back into the corner and extinguished the lights. She was ready.

...

She had been doing this for years now, and never once had she been in this situation. But of course it had been him. Who else would she accidentally bump into without wearing her concealment charm? Who else was wealthy enough to become the leading benefactor of Casa Flores overnight? Him, of course. Because she hadn't already suffered enough in life?

She slowly walked down the hall and paused at the grand doors, taking in a deep breath. With a twitch of her hand both doors opened and she proudly strut into the grand parlor. Lowly lit, it smelled of sweet cigars and old scotch. She slowed as she walked onto the lush rug, eyes meeting his.

Seated in one of the comfortable leather seats sat, the convicted ex-death eater, her childhood bully, her first crush, the very recently named Lord of both the Malfoy and Black Estates:

Draco. Lucius. Malfoy.

The young man sat, legs spread wide, arms thrown over the sides of the seat. In one hand he held a solid glass full of brown liquor, in the other a smoldering cigar. His blond hair had grown longer, now nearly falling into his eyes. But he styled it back, not quite so tight as he once did as a child. He wore a characteristic smirk on his matured face. His jaws and cheek bones no longer had the pointy sharpness they once did, now they were strong and appealing. He was large, filling out the seat, shoulders broad, his legs long. He had grown into quite the handsome man. She looked between his legs and spied his buldge, tightly contained by his trousers, leaving little to the imagination.

A large man indeed.

She smiled courteously as she stood before him.

'Granger. It has been too long.' Draco tipped his glass towards her and smiled ruefully, his stormcloud eyes taking the entirety of her in.

She lifted her chin and played with the tip of her crop. Walking around she made as if to sit with beside him. Instead, she moved quickly, extended the crop to his cheek and gave it a gave it a sharp swat.

He turned his head to her, a red mark on his cheek now beginning to bloom. From this angle she could see his prisoner tattoo from Azkaban. Two runes, three numbers. She filed that away for later.

'Malfoy. I haven't heard much about you since your trial. I don't know your work life or home life. For all I know, you may be a reformed man. Married with children. A pillar of wizarding society.'

'But in this place?' She motioned around the grand parlor with a gloved hand.

'This is my domain. And regardless if you donated thousands or millions of galleons to Casa de Las Flores y Sal or not, if you wish to be in my domain and ask for my time, you shall respect me. Or I will not hesitate to walk through those doors without a second look.'

He tilted his head, his gaze unreadable. Smooth control kept his features still and unmoving. She continued on.

'If you wish to spend time with me, it shall be at my leisure. You will adress me as Miss Granger, or Miss, if you prefer. Nothing else. You will keep your hands to yourself, unless I give my consent. You shall under no circumstances try to meet me outside of these walls. And if I find you in my private chambers, without my consent, I will not hesitate to hex you.'

She walked around his seat, her crop trailing along the leather. She stopped and sat down in front of him, crossing her legs, the stilleto of her heel digging into the leather seat. She apraised him.

Still unreadable.

'If you think you shall have power or sway here because of your name, your money, your fame? You are sorely mistaken.

Because if you cross any of my lines, I will have you removed and flogged in the street till you're black and blue. A spectacle for the entire wizarding world to see.

Have I made myself clear?'

Draco waited a moment, before his features broke into the smallest grin. It was faint but changed his features, softening his eyes just so. Licking his lips, he cleared his throat, sat up, and placed his glass on the table. The cigar was snuffed out in a crystal ashtray, and he folded his hands together, placing them in his lap.

He spoke softly and it disarmed her, completely.

'Certainly, Miss Granger. How rude and unbecoming of me. Thank you for taking the time to sit and visit with me. May I get you a drink?' He motioned to the bar in the corner.

If it were not for her training, Hermione may have let her jaw fall open. Instead she gripped the handle of her tool tightly, keeping her expression contained. She looked sharply at him, stewing in the silence, trying to sense any deception. Her silence only pulled Draco's frame forward, expression still collected, grey eyes shining brightly.

He really was a beautiful man.

Hermione cursed loudly in her mind. This cannot not be happening. She was not prepared for this. Not at all.

'Miss Granger, I only wish to keep your company. I want us to enjoy ourselves. Would that be agreeable?'

She remained still as she could.

' I'll follow your requests to the T, Miss. And although I know it may not mean much, You have my word.' His eyes flickered down and he twirlled one of his rings around and around his thick fingers.

Was he nervous?

She could feel the tension growing. Her nails tapped along the length of the crop.

'Please, Miss Granger.'

And with those three words it broke. Her tapping stopped and her breath hitched. She blinked.

Sweet Saint Mungos.

Images of Draco, shirtless and sweating, bound and gagged, filled her mind. His desperate whimpers ringing in her ears. His cock leaking with need as she stroked his length softly.

A need from deep inside her growled and she nearly groaned aloud.

Delicious...we can break him so beautifully.

She swallowed the thought, coming back to reality. And despite her better judgement, Hermione nodded her head quickly, in approval.

'Alright. That shall be fine.'

Dammit.

Her heart beat erraticly in her chest and with equal parts chagrin and delight, she noted a wide smile spread across Draco's face. He became all teeth and crinkled eyes. His boyish grin making him all the more charming.

Focus, Granger. Malfoy has you looking as green a girl as Rochelle.

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two Spearmint candies, offering her one. She declined with a small smile. He shrugged and popped one in his mouth. They were his favorite. She closed her eyes and tried to breath through her nose. But she could smell his cologne from where she sat. It was same exact one he wore in school--piney and fresh, a hint of freshly cut grass mixed with citrus.

Great. Just fantastic.

Draco sat back more comfortably in his chair, twirling his ring. Clearly pleased.

'Thank you, Miss Granger. I promise you won't regret it.'

She regretted her decision already. Merlin above, what had she just agreed to.

....

[sashi-ya]

Okay I feel like after reading your lactation kink with Corazon I feel like Law had a secret mommy kink and wants to do stuff with it…so can I request a nsfw situation with Law who tries to hide his mommy kink but it comes out?

Such a spicy idea omg 😈😈😈 But, besides the spicy part, I think Law might need this type of treatment sometimes. He usually looks so strong and serious, but I know he is a sweet child inside, so this type of kinks would suit him a lot. I hope you like it ♥ thank u for your request!! ~

NSFW ~ Sub! Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Can I Call You Mommy?. Pt.1

TW: Mommy kink. Sub Law. Dom reader. Nipple play. Face sitting. Punishment. Rimming. Impact play (soft). Choking (soft). Ass masturbation. Oral sex. Vaginal Sex.

WC: 2K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

There is a second part, you can read it here

The night is cold, your body pressed against your tattooed boyfriend. His inked fingers running through your hair, you are completely covered by the sheets. He yawns and nuzzles on the crown of your head. “I love the smell of that new shampoo” he says. “Thank you, Law” you tell him, hugging him really tight. “I love your perfume too” you say while sniffing his skin’s scent with your nose pressed against his naked chest.

He flinches a little, Law is extremely ticklish. You laugh, because you know it, and you want him to laugh (he doesn’t like it, though). “Stop it!! I hate tickles!!” he protests. “Haha!! I won’t stop!!” you laugh while your fingers graze all of his skin.

“I’m gonna punish you!” he states. Normally, Law is the dominant one, your daddy. He usually “punishes” you when you disobey his dominant orders in bed, but tonight you want to play a joke on him. For once you are gonna act like the dominant to see his reaction.

“Oh, you are gonna punish me?” you say and straddle your hips over him. You pin his wrists above his head and look him straight to his grey eyes. “W-what?” he gasps, scared and blushed. “I’m the one who’s gonna punish you, little bitch” you tell him, laughing, expecting him to frown and shout at you. But he doesn’t. He looks at you, speechless.

You decide to keep with the joke, trying to hold your laugh. “What happened, huh? Are you scared of me?” you tell him, bending over and approaching your face until your nose is pressed against his. “You… uhm… stop” he says, but his speech doesn’t sound convincing at all.

You think about stopping and laughing at him, but … Somehow, somehow this is turning you on? “Stop? Why are you asking your dom to stop? You don’t like to be treated like this?” you ask him, squeezing his wrists. He whines softly, and you can’t help but think that perhaps this is actually turning him on.

“What happened? Has the cat got your tongue?” you tell him, with a demanding tone. Law is sweating, he tries to hide his accelerated breathing, and the growing bulge on his groin.

And because he is not the only one aroused here, you decide to keep playing. No more as a joke, but as a reality. You quickly take your hands from his wrists to his cheek. Your thumb grazes his tender lips, opening them until your finger gets inside his mouth. “Suck it” you order him, expecting a sudden negative reaction. But he does as you tell.

Once the thumb gets completely sucked, you gently rub his face. Your fingers travel from the commissure of his lips towards his neck. You squeeze, gently but firmly. Law gasps and squirms under your hips, as if he was trying to rub himself against you.

“You like this, don’t you?” you tell him with a side smirk. He swallows under your palm. You are squeezing his carotids, he tries to gasp for air, his tanned cheeks become even more blushed. “Answer me!” you command. “Y-yes, I do… mommy” he says. He opens his eyes even bigger than before, scared. Law quickly pushes you off him and stands up. He runs towards the bathroom and closes the door.

You are sitting over the bed, completely unable to understand what has just happened. “Did he just call me mommy?” you think, and your core reacts to it. You walk towards the bathroom, knocking on the door. “Babe? Is everything ok? we were just playing, it’s ok. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, let’s just forget about it. I’m sorry” you tell him, worried. There is no answer for a few seconds, but then…

“Mommy?” he says from behind the door. You are not really sure if Trafalgar Law said that, but you decide to play along. “Uhm… yes?” you say, shyly. “C-can you come in?” he asks. “Yes…” you tell him and open the door.

Law is sitting on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, looking up at you. He actually looks so cute like this, you are always the one that feels little in front of him, but tonight it’s not the case at all.

Law extends his arms up, so you crunch in front of him. You pass your arms around his rib cage and help him stand up. “What are you doing sitting on the cold floor? You are gonna freeze in here. Let’s go to bed” you kindly say. He nods, and it amazes you how much of an obedient sub he can be.

“Can I call you mommy?” he asks, blushing. “Of course you can… why don’t you sit on the bed for mommy now?” you tell him. He immediately does so, awaiting your next orders.

You walk towards him, brushing your hand over his cheek. “You are so cute. You know that baby? you say. He smiles so sweet, so docile. Law passes his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him and places his cheek on your lower stomach. “I love you, mommy” he says. Your fingers tangled around his black hair, “I love you too, baby”. Somehow this is way easier than you thought it would be and you love it.

“Can I have some boobies?” he asks, not so shy now. Law has always loved to worship your nipples, and you kind of understand where all of this comes from… “Sure. Let me sit and you can have them” you tell him, sitting on the bed and helping him lay over your thighs.

Law, as he usually does, sucks the hell out of your nipples. Yet, this time, he is not over you, but comfortable laying on his back with your breasts in his mouth. You whine as he sucks and nibbles your sensitive skin. You can see how he gets incredibly hard, his grey joggings with wet patches from how aroused he is. “God, he is so into this, why didn’t he tell me about it before” you think, but quickly a big bite on your nipple pulls you out from your train of thoughts. “Law!! Don’t bite that hard!” you scold him. He smiles, devilishly, with your flesh trapped by his mouth. And you soon realize he is actually looking for a punishment… and he is gonna get it.

“Stand up, you’ve been a bad boy” you command. He stands up, pouting, looking at the ground. “Damn, how the fuck does he manage to be so hot even acting like this?” you think. “Why did you bite mommy?” you ask. “I’m sorry, mommy” he says. The way that word sounds with his voice, hits you right on your core.

“Kneel down, you are gonna learn not to hurt mommy” you tell him, and he does so. You stand up, walking towards him. You lift his chin with your index finger. “Stick your tongue out” you order. Law diligently opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. “Let’s see what you can do with that mouth” you tell him.

Your shorts are off. Only pink lace panties remain. Your core is now pressed over Law’s face. He licks your sex over your panties, making them even wetter. But he wants to taste you completely, so his inked fingers try to move the cloth that covers your entrance.

“Did I tell you to take my panties off?” you ask. He stops and looks at you with puppy eyes. “You are so disobedient, baby” you tell him, and your hand softly slaps his cheek a few times. “I’m sorry mommy” he says. “But I guess you are right” you accept and take your underwear off. Next, he knows, he is back at being suffocated by your groin. You pull his hair, moving his head so it could bury into your sex more and more. He whines, he moans. He enjoys your flavour, the way you are dominating him. And because his tongue does wonders, and all of this turns you so much on, you come all over his face. He thankfully receives your arousal juices, enjoying your taste.

But this is not over, and even if you didn’t know you like this so much, you want to keep going. “Very good, little boy. Now stand up, Mommy is gonna have more fun with you tonight. I want you to take off those pants and lay on all fours on the bed” you order. Law’s eye widens. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like, baby” you calm him.

“Ok, mommy” he says and frees his huge erection from the grey cotton pants. “I see you are so wet, baby” you tell him, and help him take his boxers off. You kiss his hips and let him go to bed. He is scared, you notice that, but at the same time precum drips from his member. Aroused, and scared. Aroused and needy.

There he lies on all fours for you. Both of you know exactly how the anatomy works, where are the most sensitive parts. You approach him from behind, kissing and biting his glute. Your tongue travels to his rear entrance. He gasps and squirms at the very wet touch. But he wants this, he is begging for this, even if he does not speak.

You rim him, up, down, and around. Wetting his entrance with passion. Your hand snakes from behind and milk his hard member while your tongue plays at his back, penetrating his entrance with it. He moans loudly, moans you never heard escape his mouth. Heavenly melody to your ears.

Your lover, is on the verge of cumming as he tells you “Mommy, I’m… I’m comming”. “Are you? oh no… Did I give you permission?” you ask, maliciously, stroking his member even faster. “N-no… mommy I can’t…” he whines. He is a mess and he is about to burst.

You suddenly stop. His aching member twitching on your palm, your finger menacing to penetrate his rear entrance. “Mommy…” he cries. “Sh baby, let me make you cum differently for the first time” you say. He already knows what your plan is, and surprisingly he moves his hips towards your hand. “You want this, huh?” you tell him and stick your index right inside him. He grunts, and you notice his legs turn weaker. In and out you penetrate him, until it feels so dilated you should add more fingers. And so you do. He accompanies your movements with his hips, he wants to take it deep. And he does. He finally reaches climax, no hands to his dick. Sticky climax product dripping from his member to the bed.

“Good boy!” you tell him, kissing his tattooed back as he gets back to his normal breathing. “Next time, I'll use a strap on with you, little boy” you whisper into his ear, making him squirm. He loved it; he wants more…

When he gets ready for the next round, you command him to fuck you. You lie on your back, legs spread open. “Come fuck mommy, babe” you tell him. And he does not hesitate. Those strong hips thrusting in and out of you, deep, so deep. He might be a perfect sub, but he fucks you like an animal, and you can’t help but let him destroy your insides violently.

“Do you like this mommy?” he says in between panting. “Yes, babe. Don’t you dare stop fucking mommy, or you will be punished one more time” you tell him, making you fuck you rougher, harder, faster. Until both of you burst into a big orgasm. Probably everybody around the New World heard you, but how could you hold back?...

“Mommy, I love you” he says, nuzzling into your breasts. You hug him tight, caressing his back in circular motions. “Mommy loves you too, baby” you tell him. Soon exhaustion wins the fight, and both of you drift into a restful sleep…

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

Hey there Ava! Let’s try this Dialover’s matchup thing again, shall we? ‘’^v^’’

(TW: NSFW innuendo, & SH & Mental health issues are mentioned, please be cautious <3)

I’m Sage~! They/she, 5’2, 160 pounds.

I got some chub, thicc (Yes, w/ 2 C’s~) butt & breasts. I’m sometimes insecure about my body, especially scars on my legs, thighs, wrists, elbows, & knees. Some are SH scars, others are bug bite scars, accidents, ect.

I WAS A WILD CHILD, & I still am, ehehehe ;) I get into trouble a lot, but I try to behave and respect authority!.. I just don't get caught.

I’m a very sweet, empathic, psychic person. I care deeply about other people, how they feel, how they’re doing, what they need. I’m a very emotional volatile person. I have a very weird sense of self sometimes. I enjoy being outside in all types of weather.

I LOVE crystals, stuffies, reading Paranormal Romance Fantasy novels, writing & reading fanfiction, singing, dancing, swimming OMG I LOVE THE BEACH, & wearing dark, comfortable clothing.

I am VERY eco friendly, I help out at school to collect uneaten food so It won't go to waste.  I also use a menstrual cup, a shampoo/conditioner bar, + reusable water bottles. I try not to eat Palm Oil, due to the fact the way it’s harvested is horribly harmful to tropical ecosystems.

I need a lot of attention & I am a very needy person. I do have severe mental health issues, so I need someone who won't mind me struggling, and will be patient with me. I love snuggling up with a partner, being lovey dovey in public, & taking cute photos & videos with my S.O. I need someone dominant because I enjoy the feeling of being good for someone else and being rewarded :) and uh… cough cough… other stuff, wink wonk ;)

I love kisses kisses kisses kisses, k i s s e s~

Thank you Ava, I love you UwU Keep up the good work!

YOU’RE MATCHED WITH SHUU SAKAMAKI!

“Mwah... Heh, what? Can’t handle my kisses, anymore? That’s too bad; there’s more coming. Mwah, mwah, mwah...~ Heh, don’t think I’m going to let you catch your breath so easily.”

Appearance:

　　❈  He’s LIVING for your thicc-ness. He always tends to get a little too handsy, too, so you’re whole body is getting squished by him.

　　❈  He is a little more mindful of touching areas you might be sensitive of, though, like where you scars are. But at the same time, he also likes to use any sensitivity to his advantage when he’s feeling it.

　　❈  5′2? Not a worry at all, he loves the height difference. It gives him more of an excuse to be cuddling and spooning you.

Personality:

　　❈  He honestly enjoys sitting back and watching you cause trouble for yourself. He doesn’t get involved, though, since he deems it “troublesome”, duh. But~! That doesn’t mean he isn’t going to egg you on when he IS entertained. He’ll also not be afraid to punish you himself~

　　❈  Your sweetness and caring nature is something Shuu sincerely appreciates. He doesn’t have all that much experience with people genuinely looking out for him, so he’s a little taken back when you showcase just how much you do care for him, at the end of the day.

　　❈  He also sincerely appreciates your emotionally volatile self, though, but not in an entirely wholesome sort of way. He appreciates being able to keep you on ease, teasing you how he’d like, knowing he’ll get an intense reaction out of you if he plays his cards right. Typical sadistic vamp.

　　❈  Shuu likes how environmentally conscious you are, honestly. Sure he might tease that you’re being bothersome, but he finds it fascinating that you genuinely care so much about the world you live in. It’s wholesome!

　　❈  Needy? Don’t worry! Shuu’s love language is definitely physical affection; you’re getting way more than you probably bargain for with kisses, cuddles and plenty of private time~! He isn’t afraid to showoff in public, either.

　　❈  He is patient, really! He’s got his own things to work through so he isn’t going to be snapping at you about your mental healths issues and brand himself a hypocrite. He is dominant though~! So, he will be sure to guide you around (as long as you occasionally return the favour~).

Your Interests:

　　❈  Kisses~? Shuu will give you HEAPS until you can’t breathe sometimes; He loves watching you struggle, seeing how much you really like kisses.

　　❈  You’re into novels and writing? That’s it, you’re reading Shuu to sleep now, no ifs or buts (plus singing to him too uwu). Bonus points if you write something about the two of you, and then recite it for him~ Bonus, bonus points if it’s smut.

　　❈  He’s not too sporty, but hey, he’s cool with just sleeping by the beachside or poolside whilst you swim, or dance and the like.

Other Possible Matches: Azusa Mukami, Kanato Sakamaki.

[leetotters]

Hi! Can I ask for a long sugardaddy mob Tom fic? You’re first like blurb kinda did it for me ☺️☺️

mobsugardaddy!tom holland x reader

warning: daddy kink(he's a sugardaddy here lmao), curse words, oral (male recieving)

summary: basically request just short😔

"Don't you fucking come near her again" Tom spat on the man's bloody face colliding his fist to his swollen eye one last time, he gripped the man's jaw making him let out a groan at the mob boss firm hold. "Don't go touching things that don't belong to you" Tom gritted through clenched teeth as the image of the man in front of him attempting to grope your ass played in his mind once more. Tom roughly drew his hand back, pushing the man's face to the mucky floor, he instructed his right hand man Harrison to finish up for him, knowing you would be fretting why he was taking so long.

Tom exited the back door of the pub, pulling out a handkerchief from his suite wiping the blood from his fists and knuckle, mumbling profanity words when he noticed his knuckles were bruised red. Tom made his way to his car, where he was met with the sight of you laid back in the car seat scrolling through your phone, your dress hiked up displaying your red thong that was surely doing a poor job covering your cunt.

Tom opened his door, sliding in his seat as he pulled his seatbelt over his chest, pressing the start button. "Hey babydoll, sorry for taking so long daddy had.. some business to deal with" Tom knew better than to tell you what he was doing, he knew you didn't mind his choice of work but he was smart enough not to get you involved.

You nodded your head acknowledging Tom, you kept your eyes on your phone screen skimming through dresses and jewelry you wanted Tom to purchase for you. "Ohh look at this Daddy" you gasped at the ivory satin dress with corseted details that exposed a fair amount of cleavage to Tom, he only smiled at you resting his hand on your thigh pecking your plump lips, "Looks lovely doll, you should add it to your cart" You beamed saying a soft thank you as he clicked the plus icon.

"So where are we going now" You inquired setting your phone on your lap, pulling Tom's hand from your thigh interlocking your fingers together, twisting the silver rings that adorned his fingers. "I was thinking that Italian restaurant you wanted to try" Tom answered pulling your hand to the steering wheel as he circled around the road.

"Yes let's go there, the menu is a bit pricey though" You stated earning a hearty laugh from Tom, "M'sure I can manage the bill darling" you rolled your eyes at his cheeky response but broke out grinning knowing he wouldn't give a damn about the cost.

After your extravagant dinner you went home your stomach full with the delicious full course dinner and your favorite dessert. "Tommy I think you're trying to get me fat" you whined poking your belly, pouting at Tom, he looked at you shaking his head placing his hand on your stomach giving it a gentle pat. "Course not doll", he pecked your lips focusing his eyes on the road as the light turned green.

When you arrived at Tom's mansion you got out of the car, handing your coat to the maid as Tom did the same telling her to expect Harrison to stop in later to collect some important documents, you made your way to Tom's room which was practically yours since he insisted that you had your own personal closet, the reason being you spent most of your nights here instead at the luxurious apartment he bought you.

"Doll I have to finish up some work so don't wait for me" Tom spoke walking up to his bed undressing himself leaving him in his button up shirt and his boxers. "No Tom it's a Friday night" you whined out like a child, wrapping your arms around his torso resting your head on his clothed back, your fingers fiddling with his pendant.

Tom turned around latching his lips to your pouty ones, "As much as I want to spend my night with you doll, I have some stuff to get finish up" You huffed pulling your lips from his as he tried to deepen the kiss as if he was going to finish what he started. "Well go ahead, m'not stopping you" You went to the bathroom taking your dress off leaving you with your thong and bra on, you thought Tom already left to go to his office so you began wiping your makeup off.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror making sure you got all your makeup off, exiting the bathroom ready to dress yourself for a lonely night with Netflix. Before you could bend to pick up Tom's trousers from the ground you were hoisted up in the air, your legs instantly wrapping around the middle of person as you let out a loud scream. "Sh doll" Tom quieted you, his hand holding the back of your thigh while his other stretched the fabric of your thong letting it go to slap against your skin making you yelp at slight sting.

"What the fuck Tom" you jeered pretty sure he should be in his office doing his work or killing a man for all you knew. "What doll did you not want to spend the night with daddy" he smirked seeing you attempting to clench your thighs together, he knew how much you loved the daddy title.

"Put me down Tom" You uttered trying to come down from Tom's sturdy hold. "What did I tell you about calling me doll" Tom quipped through gritted teeth not liking your tone and name you just used, giving you the chance to correct yourself, his free hand unclasping the hooks of your bra revealing your perky breasts.

You gulped answering him like the good girl you are for him, knowing tomorrow he was suppose to take you out for your daily shopping spree because of your good behavior. "Sorry Daddy" you mumbled eyes trained on Tom's shirt not daring to meet his gaze.

"Much better" Tom rest you down on the floor patting your ass as a little approval, you smiled up at him happy that he wasn't using his mean tone and you probably still had the chance to buy latest Chanel handbag you saw earlier. "Since you behaved bratty today why don't you show daddy how sorry you are" Tom spoke his hands tweaking your hardened nipple.

"Yes daddy, I really am sorry" you sunk to your knees, internally cheering that your grumpy self got him to give you his cock, you pulled his boxers down his legs, your finger tracing over the cross tattoo on his ankle. Tom's cock stood high and proud slapping his stomach breaking free from it's prison, you grasped his length your hand pumping his brick hard cock, vaguely dipping your tongue on his tip tasting his moreish precum.

"C'mon doll better start sucking or else I'll not buy that cute little handbag you so badly wanted" Tom lifted your hair pushing his cock in your mouth making you gag, but wasted no time suckling his length, your hands playing with his balls as Tom kept his hand in your hair pushing you deeper so you were now deepthroating him. "Just like that babydoll" he groaned thrusting forward inches away from his end.

You looked up at Tom through your lashes, your eyes glossy blurring your vision of his beautiful face as he came in your mouth, his hold of your head tightening eager to come all over the tip of your tongue, that was more than gladly to collect his come. "Yes doll swallow Daddy's come" He ordered, you didn't need to be told twice immediately swallowing the warm liquid.

"Open up babydoll" You opened your mouth showing him you swallowed just like he asked you to. "Good girl" he praised softly patting your cheek prompting you to close your mouth, Tom pulled his boxers up his legs tucking his now wormy looking cock in.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the ringing of Tom's phone which made you roll your eyes but you stayed quiet knowing better than to upset him. Tom answered his phone giving you his winsome smile before entering the bathroom to continue his call.

You changed slipping in to your satin ruffled two piece pajama set waiting for Tom to come cuddle, you clicked on Netflix playing Gilmore Girls once again even though you finished the series. You laughed at one of Lorelai jokes twisting the rose gold tiffany and co bracelet Tom bought for you a while back at the first three months in your 'arrangement'.

Tom exited the bathroom his smile long gone and replaced with a miffed expression throwing his phone carelessly on his dresser running his hand through his curls. "What happened To- Daddy" you asked softly not sure if he would want to reply to you or not. "Nothing doll just someone fucked up again" He groaned slamming his fists against the wall letting out an annoyed huffed.

You jerked up at the sound, standing from your spot on the bed making your way to him, gently pulling him in a hug kissing his forehead, his whole mood changing embracing you in his muscular arms pecking your nose snuggling closer. "What happened" you asked a few minutes after.

"Just this new guy fucked up, lost me thousands of dollars too, big dumbass" Tom scowled pulling away grabbing his coat from the leather chair, clasping his Rolex on his wrists, combing his locks. "I have to go see about this babydoll" Tom kissed your lips, "But tomorrow I'm yours for the entire day, me and my credit card" He laughed seeing the way your eyes widened at his last words.

"Yes okay daddy don't be long" You pecked him waving him out the bed room door, jumping on the king sized bed pulling out your phone scrolling through yet another site.

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[Mammon x Neru; OC by @otromeru] [NSFW]

“Let’s see, perfume, make-up- oh! We HAVE to go there!” Asmo suddenly blurted out as he was checking his shopping bags, dragging Mammon by the wrist as he quickly sped through the store he spotted. The two brothers always go shopping together, being the top trendsetters in Devildom, they always know what items are the best of the best.

“You have to pick what looks best on me! I look great in all of them but I only have room for two more,” Asmo whined as he entered the store, Mammon stopping by the entrance and trying to free himself from Asmo’s grip.

“I ain’t goin’ in there with ya!” Mammon exclaimed, the store in front of him lining a mannequin dressed in.. tiny bits of fabric. His face started to redden, but Asmo just looked at him confused.

“What? Haven’t you seen a lingerie before? I bet Neru has some!” Asmo circled around one mannequin, “Ooh just look at this! I bet it’ll look good on her. And it’ll look better on me!” he gushed as he hugged himself, clearly lost in his own narcissistic thoughts. 

Mammon felt this gutted feeling in his stomach as he heard his own brother thinking of Neru in a revealing manner, without second thoughts he came inside the store and hit Asmo’s head lightly.

“Oi! Stop thinkin’ about Neru in that lingerie- in fact, just stop thinkin’ about Neru at all!” Asmo rubbed the back of his head while Mammon got redder the closer he got to the mannequin. Seeing it closely he saw the see-through fabric revealing more strings inside, and the bottom has.. Mammon blushed furiously in realization.

“Hmp! At least I know how to bring out the best of Neru’s body and appreciate it!” Asmo exclaimed, he turned to look at Mammon only to see him a blushing mess, his eyes dashing back and forth from the floor, to the side, to the lingerie and back to the floor. Asmo laughed in amusement as he saw his brother fidgety.

“You should buy it for Neru, you haven’t bought something for her right? And look, it comes with a surprise!” Asmo giggled as he lifted the flowy dress-like lingerie to reveal what’s underneath and quickly ran away while Mammon stumbled backing away and cursed Asmo under his breath, one hand trying to cover his face in embarrassment. 

Mammon had to admit, the lingerie itself was already doing things to him, but to imagine Neru in them? 

Oh, it was such a dangerous thought in a public area. He swallowed hard as he calmed himself, scanning for Asmo he saw him further at the back with the incubuses surrounding him with lingerie at their hands. Mammon quickly grabbed a pair of the lingerie, seeing another design he liked he grabbed it as well. Before he knew it, he was already spending the rest of his money to buy Neru a dozen of lingerie, with a smug mischievous smile plastered on his face

~

Neru hummed to herself as she entered her room, stopping in her tracks as she saw shopping bags by her bed. She remembered Asmo and Mammon going shopping together, and knowing Asmo he would be prancing in her room making her try whatever he bought for her the minute she came home. So it must have been from Mammon, she smiled widely as she felt this giggly feeling that Mammon bought something for her. 

“Wh-what-” Neru’s eyes became wide as she opened the bags and took out what’s inside, her heart beating fast, she felt embarrassed just holding it in her hand. Does he want me to wear it? Neru thought, she suddenly felt shy for no reason, her cheeks feeling hot as she held her face to hide and shook her head. 

Neru can’t believe Mammon bought it for her, let alone Mammon going inside a lingerie store! She took a shaky breath as she looked at the lingerie again, Mammon bought it for her. 

Mammon personally picked it for her. 

Neru suddenly felt this warm feeling inside her, judging by the bags he must have bought a lot, and she knew Mammon only gives her gifts from money he earned honestly. 

It was only fair to put his gifts to a good use, right?

~

“Neru, what’s the big ide-” Mammon went inside Neru’s room as soon as he got a text from her saying they had to talk, it gave him a mini heart attack. Neru’s back was facing Mammon as he entered, a blanket hanging over her body as her head only popped out.

“O-oi, you okay?!” Mammon stuttered nervously. Did he do something wrong?! Dammit- was it the lingerie?! He thought, his heart beating faster, was Neru mad? Why wasn’t she speaking? Why is she on her back?! All these thoughts raced on Mammon’s head, but Neru only glanced at him through her shoulder and he gulped. 

Neru fidgeted with her fingers trying to calm herself, she felt shy and embarrassed but swallowed it as Mammon came into the room. Glancing at Mammon, she shrugged her shoulder slowly to let the blanket fall.  

Mammon’s gaze was fixed on Neru as the blanket fell, there she was standing before him, wearing the lingerie he bought. Neru slowly faced him, Mammon truly knew Neru’s body as the lingerie perfectly hugged her figure. Her ample breasts sitting nicely, the half top of her breasts exposed while the bottom covered her in a teasing manner. The see-through fabric flowed nicely on her body, and on the bottom.. Oh Mammon knew what was at the bottom. 

"W-well? Say something," Neru blushed at how Mammon looked at her, his eyes scanning every bit of her, if his heart was beating fast because he was nervous a while ago, now it was beating fast for another reason. Mammon suddenly exhaled, he didn't know he was holding out his breath as he was entranced by Neru. Mammon stuttered trying to find words, but his mind couldn't make anything as he was still in awe, his cheeks starting to flush the more he stared at her.

Seeing Mammon's reaction gave Neru confidence, the way he looked at her, the way he reacted, only boosted Neru's ego. Her shyness fading away as she walked towards Mammon with a cheeky smile, Mammon gulped as he stumbled backwards, finding himself between the door and Neru's body pressing against his. 

Neru traced her fingers to Mammon's chest, down to his abs and sneaking it's way to the tenting area on his crotch. 

“Do you like it?” Neru asked seductively as she fluttered her eyes at him, Mammon could only look at her and nod, his breathing ragged as his mind raced looking at her. Neru’s teasing touch only fired him more, finding himself dragged on her bed as she sat in front of him. Mammon felt like he was under a spell, he couldn’t find himself to touch her as he wanted to take her appearance all in, from her hair that brushed her bare shoulders, to her smooth legs that flaunted in front of him. 

Mammon waited in anticipation as Neru had her knees together, her cheeks starting to flush as he watched her. She slowly spread her legs open, her face on the side with her eyes closed as she felt embarrassed once more. Neru waited for a response once her legs were spread apart, but to no avail. She peeked at Mammon only for him to be breathing hard as he gawked at what's in front of him. With Neru's bottom lingerie having a slit in the middle, her sex was exposed wholly. The love marks on her inner thighs still etched on her skin, Mammon's arousal and prideful feeling mixing and gearing him up as he absent mindedly licked his lips.

Neru bit her lip as she sneaked one hand to her sex, basking in Mammon's lustful look she smiled smugly. Mammon's eyes flicker back and forth to her eyes and to her hand as she starts to touch herself. Neru sighed as she teased herself, her other hand on her breast, squeezing it lightly she pressed her lips together. 

Mammon couldn't believe what he was seeing, his girlfriend touching herself, feeling herself, in front of him. Did she always do this? he wondered. He watched her fingers rubbed her sex slowly and steadily, her other hand kneading her own breast. Mammon could feel his pants get tight as he watched in detail, making sure he took notes as how she touched herself. 

Neru started to feel hot sighing as she felt good, she picked up her pace and rubbed herself faster. She pictured Mammon over her, his lips on her skin, his fingers ghosting over her, Neru pursed her lips tightly as she suppressed a moan imagining Mammon inside her. Lost in her own pleasure her fingers became faster, her arousal tightening inside her.

Mammon watched her with his lips apart, sweat building up on Neru’s body, her chest heaving, her essence dripping on her bed and the sweet smell lingered on Mammon’s nose. Mammon felt intoxicated with her smell and with her sight, he gripped onto the bed as he tried to control himself, wanting to see her come undone before him. 

“Maa...mmooon~” Neru moaned reaching her orgasm, her head feeling light as waves of pleasure took over her. Her body quivered as she came, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. Hearing his name Mammon couldn’t hold it anymore as her sweet smell grew stronger under his nose, he dove between her legs and lifted them, Neru squealed at the sudden movement.

Mammon nipped at her inner thighs, replacing the love marks with new ones, sinking his teeth lightly before sucking it. Mammon trailed his way to Neru’s sex, flowing with her essence he started to lap her juices. Neru squeezed Mammon’s head between her thighs, one hand on his head as she gripped his hair, her lips pressed together again as she concealed her moans. Mammon’s tongue flicked her still sensitive clit, she bucked her hip at him as his tongue toyed with her. 

"Let me hear ya'," Mammon murmured as he reached for Neru's other hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he busied his tongue on her sex. Neru obliged as she let soft moans escape her lips, and it encouraged Mammon more. Neru gasped as she felt Mammon's hot tongue dipped inside her, she could feel her second orgasm building up quickly. 

Neru couldn't think straight anymore, all she wanted was more of Mammon, more of the pleasure he was giving her, her hand on his head pulling him closer. Neru could hear the sloppy sounds Mammon made as he lapped her and it was sending her to her edge. Mammon knew she was already close, he glided his tongue along her slit before sucking her hard. Neru moaned as tingles of electricity spread all over her body, her mind going blank, her legs trembling and falling to the bed as strength left her body. 

Mammon continued to lap her juices until Neru mewled in sensitivity, pushing his head away Mammon chuckled and kissed her clit and inner thigh. Mammon trailed kisses on his way up, placing a kiss on her pelvic, on her stomach, and on her breast. 

Mammon stopped as he saw the necklace he gave her, he didn't notice Neru didn't remove it as he was so fixated on.. well, the revealed parts of her. She's too good for me, Mammon thought and chuckled to himself. Even the sunflowers he gave her were still sitting on the vase even though it started to wither. 

"Neru, you can't be that tired yet!" Mammon exclaimed as he placed soft kisses on her neck, "Ya still got a dozen to try," he said. But Neru could only moan softly in response, her eyes closed as she felt drowsy from coming twice consecutively. 

Mammon hovered over Neru and looked at her face, he felt as if his heart stopped beating. She was too adorable, her lashes sitting on her flushed cheeks, her luscious lips slightly parted as she breathed steadily. 

"Ne-neru!! Ya still gotta take care of me!" Mammon cried out, the tight on his crotch not getting any looser. Mammon peppered her face with kisses as he whined her name, Neru felt ticklish with his kisses and giggled softly. She wrapped her arms around Mammon’s neck and guided his head for his lips to land on hers, he captured her lips and kissed her softly. Mammon glided his tongue over her lips before slipping into her mouth, his hands ghosting on her body as he traced her curves. 

Neru pulled Mammon closer and hooked one leg on his waist, with all her strength she pushed Mammon on his back. Breaking off the kiss Mammon looked at Neru who was looking rather innocently. 

“I have to take care of you, right?” Neru said coyly, it drove Mammon crazy at how she looked innocent but her hand was already unzipping his pants. Mammon sighed in relief as his member became free from its confinement, Neru pressed her body down on his, burying her face on his neck as she could feel his hardened member on her sex. She couldn’t help but smile, she affected Mammon this much, she thought, her ego boosting as Mammon groaned when she pressed her sex to his while she mewled. 

Neru mimicked Mammon’s actions and placed soft kisses on his neck, Mammon held her body close, his hands on her back caressing her lovingly as he relished in Neru’s affections. But the teasing was already getting into him, her wet sex grinding on, her lips nipping his skin, he was already on his edge. He cupped Neru’s ass and pulled her down, his own hips bucking up to feel more of her wet sex. 

Neru gripped on his shirt, moaning at the sudden friction on her clit, sending those electric tingles once more on her body, but soon it wasn’t enough for her. She sat up on Mammon’s crotch, holding his hardened member and slowly sunk into him, Mammon watched as she took him in, his cock disappearing as she swallowed him whole. Neru sighed as he filled her up, he slid in smoothly inside her as her breathing became ragged once more, she could feel his hard cock inside her, hot and pulsing. Mammon gripped on her ass as she tightened around him, he felt like he was melting inside her. 

Mammon watched Neru as started to move up and down on him, his eyes fixated on her breasts that bounced lightly, it was plumped nicely in her lingerie that his hands sneaked its way to her breasts and squeezed them. Neru felt powerful, felt incredibly sexy on top of him as Mammon reacted to everything she did. She’d squeeze him tight inside her and he’d grunt, she’d grind her hips and he’d groan. Mammon’s cheeks were flushed as hers, his wet lips parted as he drooled just watching her. She felt her whole body hot as she bounced off him, and the way he reacted only added more fire in her as her pace became faster.

Mammon started to meet her halfway, bucking his hips upwards and thrusting into Neru, she moaned as he hit her deeply. She could feel her arousal coming once again, Mammon’s cock rubbing her sweet spots that her mind became cloudy with pleasure. She leaned and fell onto Mammon’s chest, he held her hips and pulled her down, grunting as Neru clenched around him in each thrust. Neru buried her face to Mammon’s chest, concealing her moans as she lost herself to the pleasure, her clit brushing off on Mammon’s pubic that added to the sensations she felt. Mammon’s movements became erratic as he felt himself close, his fingers digging into Neru’s skin as he pulled her down on him. 

Neru clamped down on Mammon as she came and moaned onto his chest while Mammon groaned spilling himself inside her. Their bodies quivering as they came together, they both felt waves of pleasure on their bodies. Neru mewled as could feel Mammon’s hot essence and his cock twitching inside her. They stayed put as they caught their breaths, Neru rising and falling on Mammon’s chest as he breathed, but his warmth made her feel so cozy that she didn’t want to move anymore. As Mammon caught up with his breath, he held her body tightly as he sat up with a wide grin on his face. 

"Come on, ya gotta try the others too!" Mammon said excitedly as he looked at her, clearly satisfied but still wanted more, he just couldn’t get enough of her, but exhaustion was catching up to Neru that she couldn't even lift her eyes open. 

"No more," Neru whined as she shook her head lightly in protest, her mind still blank in pleasure as she tried to find her words. She limped on Mammon's chest and sighed contentedly, feeling drowsy once more and couldn't fight it anymore. Mammon looked at her face and he chuckled, he placed a kiss on her head as he lay his girlfriend slowly on the bed.

"Alright, I'm lettin' ya off the hook this time, but next time ya gonna try them all," he cackled. "And I'm the only one who can see ya wearing them," he added, possessiveness in his tone as he didn't want any of his brothers to see Neru in them, it's for his eyes only. Only me, he thought to himself but Neru only made a soft moan in response, sighing in her sleep. 

Mammon clicked his tongue and ruffled his hair, feeling a little annoyed at the loneliness now that Neru drifted to sleep, he didn't even have a chance to brag about his new shoes. He then saw the bags at the other side of the bed, he grinned picking them up as he scanned the lingerie he bought, already picking which one Neru should wear next. Mammon suddenly thought about Asmo, how he needed to give him a gift for the best idea he had given him all his life.

A/N: This is my first time writing canon x oc! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did while writing it ♥

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Anonymous asked [  it’s finally here.

Curiosity [part 5 howl Part 1 ]  by Anonymous

Rated Explicit Mature 18+

clothes kink, major size kink, voice kink, cum kink, cum marking, karl has part lycan in him, scent-marking, karl's wolf tells the truth.

Anonymous: toughest chapter I ever written.

Part 5 Howl Part 1

There wasn't much difference between karl and his wolf. it just his wolf speaks the truth unfiltered, when he was more silent on personal matters. while going out on the full moon he didn't have to worry him or his wolf would have a go at the help since he locked her away in the cell at the start, later on locked her in her room. Plus the plants he had Donna get to put around the room and the cell to repel wolf away. He thought he covered all his bases.

female pov.  

I was moving around in the kitchen for a late night snack when I still haven't' heard from magneto 2.0.  He left a while ago for a meeting and the only reason I was able to wonder around is the living quarters is because door was locked. I couldn't make my escape even if I wanted too. but still being the optimistic person that I am, I figured hey at least I don't have a horrible job and got a roof over my head and my boss isn't' a creep.... well not much as a creep.

I found the snacks before going to the counter for some seasoning when I heard footsteps. Ah. He's back. I paid him no mind. Sometimes he returns from a meeting in a foul mood that I stay out of his way. I smelled a familiar musty scent similar to the night at the lycan dens. I felt hot cold suddenly. The scent was getting stronger, engulfing me, trapping me. Oh it smells really nice. It was when his big arms wrapped around me, followed by the feel of his beard against my right cheek is when I got captured. I was wearing my night pants shirt, my nipples start to harden. I felt weird, hotter, him holding me feels really good. He hmmed sounded like a moan. I could feel his soft stomach. brush of his beard, his mouth against my neck, sent my heart skyrocketing. F*ck. I’m sensitive but I’m capturing the microscopic of everything he’s doing. How?

"There's Mein Hase. Endlich lerne ich dich kennen." he purred in my ear. His voice sending me into a fizz. Heat pooling in my stomach, blush was threatening to burn. F*ck. calm down. Why? It doesn’t help his large hands slowly running up my sides of my body, mainly thighs, hips, stomach. Laying down might be a good idea, I thought dizzily. "You look so good in your night clothes, I could just eat you up, konjin." What? Before I could say anything, he sling me over his shoulder and was walking somewhere.  

"H-hey get me down dude." I said, hit his back. He huff.

"Keine Sorge Hase, ich werde mir Zeit mit dir lassen." he purred as he patted the back of my sensitive thigh, making me gasped at the contact. Sound of a door opening before I found myself in the familiar room. His room. Huh. Something must have happen at the meeting. His large hand on my thigh was like a hot iron against the skin. I let out a embarrassing sound when I feel his thumb rubbing circles in my thigh. I could feel myself becoming wet. He inhaled and sighed before I felt the coldness of the cuff around my ankle. Sh*t. I think I’m trapped.

He dump me in the middle of the bed, his hands sliding onto my hips, rubbing circles, him leaning over me, his scent smells so good, his face near mine, I could see hint of his chest, green tank-top, peaking out of his button up shirt his necklaces hanging, before telling me to stay as he went to get something.  I feel hot all over. Maybe laying down might be good. Bed looks good. Me being me went off the bed, before another cuff with chains somehow attached to my right wrist. Okay, he's serious. I saw him walking back to the bed before pushing me back down on the bed "I said SIT!"

I sat down, trying to look innocent of the crime I did. His glasses usually dark, gave a very faint yellow glow breaking through them, as he towered over me, studied me, telling me to get in the bed. I shuffled to the middle of the bed. I felt better. Yes bed looks very good. ‘There. Happy?’ I thought. He smirked.

"Who are you?" I asked, calling BS at the imposter, eyes narrowing. He looks like Heisenberg. Something was different. He looked . . . yummy. He smirk vanish for a second before he smiled a 10,000 gigawatt smile at me, dazzling me unexpectedly, his canines visible. $hit they look sharper than usual. Not that I notice anything.  

"Oh you caught on quick don't you Hase?" he said. "I always been here, You been driving me wild."

Ok ... Perhaps two different personalities in 1 person - and I’m just meeting the  other one? Probably from traumatic childhood or something I guess due to the scares I did noticed on him. He tilt his head seemly concern, taking in my attire, then cup my face with his right hand briefly. Ohhh that feels so good. I swayed like a drunken sailor leaned into his hand before I caught myself. Wtf? I feel a wetness down at my lower reign. jeez why I’m ... horny? He leaned over to sniff at me *Why??? Do I smell??*. Slowly shrugging off his jacket then sitting down on the bed to take off his socks, shoes, followed by his shirts then climbing into bed and pulling me into his lap. His scent overpowering. I’m getting hotter, wetter. He smells so good.  what is he using? He sigh relief, while his hands feel my thighs briefly. YES PLEASE “Ohhh you love my scent.” 

“Hey there’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry - you been in the meeting for a while” I started babbling, as he nudge me to rest against his front. I could feel his thighs, tummy, large pecks, and the coldness of his necklaces. Feel blush on my checks, hairs on my arm stand on end, almost made embarrassing sound after feeling his skin against what skin of mine was available. He cut me off.

“Hungry.” he said shortly then his arms trapped me as he bent to nuzzling into my left side of neck before lowering his voice in purr, the sound going straight to my lower reign. I let out a whimper moan. OhH! “Hungry for you.”

“The numerous places I wanted to just shove you to the nearest flat area and start pounding into you sobbing c*nt.. In the medical bay, on my desk, in the chair...” he muttered, his hands rubbing my sides, before one of them went dangerously near my night pants. That sounds really good for some odd reason. 

"Just like you are right now." he purred, I jerked closed my thighs together. Wait how would he know that? He’s just bluffing. Just teasing me. His hands parted my thigh effortlessly, he had a good grip on my thighs. I nearly sob in relief feeling his skin on my thighs. Shiver went down my spine. Feeling heat taking me. "Let me give you a taste Buttercup."

His voice was getting to me, maybe this be a good thing.  "O-okay " I said breathlessly.

"How much do you want it doll?" He muttered. "Want me to touch you? Answer me"

"Yes" I gasped. His right hand pulled down my pants before pressing his hand against my core. Oh  

'Heisenberg pov.

F*ck she was dripping before I even reach her in the kitchen. Musty scent I gave off had immediate effect on her, just as I thought. For months I been making sure to not be around her during the full moon until now. Just seeing her unravel by the scent I’m giving off and seeing her react when I cupped her face was enough information that its effecting us both. I tested the water by striping her pants off - palming her before using my fingers to part her folds- slowly slide in my middle-finger. F*ck. Tight but slowly the wetness made it go in smoothly. Feel wetness clinging to it. I moved it in n out before looking at it. Horny bunny. She as all the signs, the panting, rise in temperature, nearly getting off just me brushing my skin against hers, she’s f*cken ready. As I inspect the wetness on my finger. She was huffing, panting already.  Her hand meet my beard, f*ck. I let out an embarrassing groan, closing my eyes briefly, my hand briefly hold her hand against my beard as I briefly placed a kiss on the palm of her hand.  

"F*ck darling, the rate we going we be f*cking through our clothes." I purred in her ear, definitely don’t mind that, as nibbling on her ear, as my hand went back in between her legs. As I grind against her. Her ass pushed against my hard on creating a delicious friction. I hissed out a breathless ‘f*ck yes’ as rutted back. There’s my shy bunny, who likes to wear layers of clothes was practically naked, shivering in my lap. My free hand went for her clothed tits, and finally encased them, feeling them pebble, erect by my touch, perking under her shirt.

It reminded me of when she ended up drench in her attempt to escape, her laying out the cell floor her f*cking tits cold, her tank top almost see through, had me undone after I left. I wanted to fuck her on the cell floor to let all lycans know she is mine, so bad.

Cock twitched. Her legs were relax, open where I wanted them. I took a hold of her night shirt. a big rip was heard, and her night shirt parted ways, leaving her delicious skin shown, her boobs jostled by the it. She didn’t noticed, groaning as I pumped my finger into her slick cave hard and fast. My left hand hungrily feeling the new landscape, mapping her body, as hearing her panting up at me. Added another finger. She let out a groan, her tight cave, clinched around fluttering around my fingers. F*ck she was close.  I pinch her nipples, groping them, feeling their soft velvet texture turning pebbly. She let out a loud cry.

"You close, Buttercup? Just listen to my voice. Feel my fingers fucking you in your c*nt, feel my hand on nipples" I muttered near her ear. “How they will bounce when I f*cking rail you on my cock?"

Her chest heaved, her breast magnificent, her lungs works wonderfully. Her body arched away from mine, as I grind against her as$.  My hand overloaded with glistening her nectar, as I briefly smeared it against her breasts before trying three fingers into her. fuck. I’m going to cum in my pants and that’s okay. I dragged in a breath of her scent, as I muttered into her neck. noticing her attire, skin had dots of sweat appearing, neck bend back, breast out taunt, panting, she started to try to go down on my fingers. My hand practically taking over her hip, ingraining the memory into my skull.

I hissed in her ear, my dick hard at the sight of her trying to f*ck on my fingers herself. “Ja! Fick auf meine Finger Schlampe. Vielleicht sollte ich anfangen dich zu fisten. Allein der Gedanke daran lässt mich fast abspritzen”

I grind heavily against her swell of her as$. Her hand brushing against my beard making me moan. "Naughty naughty little $luty bunny."

I picked her as$ up as my pants undid themselves, before placing her down against me. She could feel my ridged cock, as I rutted against her as$, as my fingers slide slightly in, briefly nudge her thighs further apart. My thigh manage snake around her right thigh to stretch her out also.  "You want me to f*ck you into the mattress? Want to take my dick? You taking in my dam* fingers. Taking them into you wet c*nt. You’re c*nt is sobbing for me darling." 

Pushed her against my chest, shes panting, as I pumped my three fingers fast into her. I pause my thrusting.

“Should I punish you for you getting off without papa’s permission?” I whispered near her ear, knowing I once interrupted her having a sweet dream. She made a cry in frustration, begging for me, tears appearing corners of her eyes. I removed my fingers, her crying, wanting them back. I lifted her as$ up letting the chains break off of her limbs, so I could put her up higher enough for my hard dick to settle against her glistening core. Rutting my dick along her folds. Move my dick so to get her dripping excesses. “You want my dick Buttercup?”

“YES” she wailed. I slide head of my cock into her channel. I huffed. F*ck. It feels wonderful, torturous and a relief at the same time.  I watched at her body being impaled slowly by my cock, from tip to the base of it. She was whimpered, chest heaving. Her breathing heavily, rub her sides to make sure she’s alright, My cock twitched. I noticed a bump in her lower stomach area. I moved my left hand to feel the rise area. ohh yess. Her panting practically face looking up at me. her mouth gasping, one of her hands laid above her breast, seeing them glisten with her nectar and sweat, as to see her have a bulge of my cock in her, made me want to just slam my cock into her repeatedly.  I moved slightly. She arched her back, making a good moan. I started slow before I started slamming into her. her tits bouncing, I laid my hand against her stomach feeling the bump disappear and reappear as my dick enter her. I huff and panted as I grab her hand laid it against her stomach. She groaned deliciously. She gave a shriek as she released, her juices coating my cock. Finally getting to fill her with my cum is what did it for me, as I let go. I slammed her deep on my cock as I feel my shot filling her up. She laying boneless against my stomach, head resting on my shoulder. My left hand gazing the outline of my cock bulge in her stomach, while my right run up her sides.

We didn’t move for a while but when she try move, I stop her before she could. “Oh nein Darling, wir haben gerade erst angefangen.”

translation: 

*my bunny. finally i get to meet you* *Don't worry bunny, I'll take my sweet time with you.*

yes! fuck on my fingers slut. maybe I should starting fisting you. fuck just thinking of it make me almost cum. 

Oh no darling, we just getting started.

[sad-baddie001]

Don’t say that

ADULTS ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Warning: yandere nsfw

   Yn POV

   Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. Days turn to months and it all becomes one big long blur of years. Stuck in a relationship all because I love this man. He pushes and pushes and I still stay because I love him. Tonight he pushed too far and he knows it.

Tonight was my best friends engagement party but I just told him it was just a party. Everything was fine and going so well. Tomura wasn't in a bad mood and everything was moving along nicely until her now fiancé got down on his knee and proposed to her. I saw him begin to bubble over.

   Everyone cheered and applauded but he began scratching. It started out slow but then was the laughter. Everyone got quiet as Tomura's laughter filled the room. All eyes fell on the two of us— something I despise— before the 'groom' spoke up.

   "Is there something wrong." Tomura's laughter died down a little as he spoke.

   "I just find it really funny. Yn, why would you even bring me to this shit?" The groom to be immediately frowned and got upset.

   "You got a problem there buddy?" He asked cause if Tomura to peer up through his hair with one of his hands flying toward the groom to his face. Tomura's hand latched to his face leaving only his pinkie up.

   "Do you? One small movement without a thought and I could dust majority of the people at this shit show." A sinister cackle left his lips as I grabbed onto his arm.

   "No!" He directed his red fiery glare toward me. "Let's just go home baby." I caressed his arm slowly slipping my hand into his as I began turning and walking out. I dragged him with me not stopping for a second. He snatched his hand out of mine and slid it back into his pocket, chuckling as I continued to storm off.

   The car ride home was long and silent. The elevator ride to the top however was the opposite. As soon as the doors shut I couldn't contain it anymore.

   "You had no right to behave like that and you know it."

   "Me? Did you see the way they all acted?" I scoffed at his ignorant response. "Oh yeah Tomura, it's so bad for people to be happy for someone else!"

"Those cheesy fuckers were acting so phony! You expected me to—." I turned to him pointing my finger in his face as I spoke.

   "No! No Tomura! You know what it is? You can't be happy for someone else! Everything is Tomura need this and Shigi want that but did you ever fucking stop to think 'hmm, maybe I should at least pretend to be happy so I don't embarrass yn?' No! You fucking didn't because you're fucking selfish!"

   The elevator doors opened to our penthouse suite and I turned storming out.

   "Don't say that." His voice followed behind me. I removed my earrings as I walked. "Oh no Tomura I mean it, I really do mean it."

"Don't say that." This time his voice was deeper and gruffier. "You're too selfish to be happy for others. You're just jealo—."

   I turned around coming face to face with Tomura. My throat came into contact with one of his hands as he towered over me. "Jealous? We're you about to say jealous? I've let you nag me for far too long. Maybe I am a little jealous. You want to know why? It's always been a dream of mine to put a ring on this beautiful, supple hand of yours." He slowly caresses my hand as I was slightly lifted onto my tippy toes by the hand around my throat. "So what if I am fucking jealous? I want that; I want that with you. I want it all and I'm going to have it. So what do you say, huh sweetheart?" His grip tightened around my throat as he got down on one knee. He slithered his coarse, dry hand across mine slipping my hand into his as he went into his pocket. He pulled out the most beautiful ring I could have ever dreamed of as my face became flush. He cleared his throat as he stared into my eyes.

   "Will you be mine?"

Beginning to lose breath I nodded frantically as a rush of emotions ran through me. "Yes. Y-yes." I choked out. He cackled loudly in an almost menacing way as my vision began to fade. My throat was released as I felt myself falling over only to be caught by Tomura. I was allowed one breath before his lips captured mine in a kiss. The lipgloss coating my lips now smeared onto our mouths as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. The smell and taste of alcohol from the party heavy on his breath as he slipped the ring onto my finger.

   He pulled away as he stood us both up. His hands started at the bottom of my dress easing its way up, grabbing handfuls of the fabric. He began trailing heavy kisses around my neck.

  "Well now that that's established, how about you show me what my beautiful new toy can do?" All of his hands ripped my dress to shreds. Multiple hands gripped onto various parts of my body: my throat, ass, thighs, wrist, tummy.  He pushed me slowly toward the bed as his kisses reached my shoulders and his hands caressed my tits. He sat on the bed and ceased his kissing as he pushed me down to my knees.

   "I'm here to serve you. What would you like master?" Completely playing into his power kink I earned a gruff, sexy chuckle from him. He leaned forward putting his elbow on his knee as he grabbed my face.

   "Don't think I'm going to call you a good girl so easily. You need to earn it. Got it?"

   "Yes master, I understand." He leaned back as I placed my hand on his thigh. I gathered all the saliva I could in my mouth and opened wide, letting it coat his thick cock as I stared up at him. His semi chapped lips turned up into a smirk as I wrapped my hand around his cock. I slowly moved my hand up and down in a twisting motion. His eyes were now focused on my hand stroking his girth. Low grunts left his lips.

   "I wanna see you play with those nipples." I pinched my nipples as moans escaped my lips. Precum mixed with the saliva coated his length as I continued to stroke. I scooted closer on my knees as the hands spread my legs apart. I sped up as he began fucking my hand. I opened my mouth as his tip kissed my tongue. I pushed my head down further sucking him into my mouth completely. He stopped as the hand around my neck pushed me back.

   "Did I say you could suck me off yet you little slut? Since you're so impatient how about I pick up the pace?" He stood up and shoved his cock between my lips. He pushed as far as he could, bottoming out in my throat as I stuck out my tongue to lick his balls. He gathered my hair away from my face and began fucking my mouth ruthlessly. Every time he thrusted his cock into my mouth it eased down my throat earning small gags from me. He fucked my face faster than before as I drolled all over the place. My hands were being held behind my back as he towered over me.

He laughed at me as he spoke. "You love it right? Don't you just love when I fuck that pretty little face of yours? And don't you love when I squeeze that slutty little throat of yours." One of his hands came into contact with my throat again squeezing as he slid deeper. "Because I know I do" he groaned out as I choked down the thick length in my throat.

   His thrust became rapid as one of his hands traveled down to my clit rubbing it in circles. I began to lose breath without a moment to gasp even a little. Moans escaped my stuffed mouth as I got closer and closer to cumming. He pulled his erection out of my mouth allowing me to breath for a moment. The hand binding mine released me as a devious smile played on Tomura's lips.

   "I wanna see you put those hands to work. If you want what comes next you've gotta earn it. You better hurry it up because I'm getting really fucking inpatient and you wouldn't want that." He grabbed my hair tugging it to look up at him completely. "And don't let those eyes wander."

I slid one hand down to my clit beginning to rub small circles as I grabbed his hardness with the other. "Yes master, as you wish." I used my hand to message his fluid covered cock. He thrust into my hand a few times glaring at me as if to speed up. I picked up the pace as I moaned rubbing my clit faster. He began to fuck my hand as I moved it in a twisting motion staring him in his fiery eyes.

   "Sh-shigi-." He tightened his grip on my roots intensifying the arousal I already felt. "What the fuck did you just call me? Hahahahh! Allow me to remind you of our dynamic." Pulling me by my hair he swung me around and rested the back of my head on the side of the bed. He grabbed my hands holding them above my head on the mattress. He roughly pushed his thickness into my mouth as I gagged from the sudden feeling. He leaned over me supporting himself on the bed as he fucked my face with no mercy. Feeling him begin to twitch in my mouth I glanced up at him. He grabbed my hands and caressed them across his face as his hips stuttered.

   "You want it? Huh? You want to swallow my cum don't you? Of corse a filthy cum dumpster wants it however she can get it. You're the selfish one." He grunted out as his pace sped up. "Well tonight you get to be selfish. You can have all the cum you want baby, you don't even have to ask." As soon as he finished his sentence my mouth filled with his semen.  I immediately swallowed as he pulled out. "We'll look at you not making a mess or wasting any time. Don't worry my selfish lover there's more where that came from."

   He leaned down helping me onto the bed halfway only to push my legs up into the air. He rubbed his swollen head over my second set of lips as I bit my lip. "This is the only time I'll allow you to be this selfish. I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted starting here and now." His bulging head slid into my wetness stretching my hungry cunt. Loud swears and moans left my lips as I tried to cope with the little time I had to adjust before all his hands grabbed hold of me. There was a hand around my throat, two smacking my ass, one for each breast and Tomura took care of my clit himself.

   Pinching, squeezing, slapping. The stimulation I was receiving was far too much. My body heat rose as I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. I released all over Tomura spraying him with my juices, but that didn't stop him. He fucked me through my orgasm ignoring my whimpers for mercy.

"Aaaagh! I'm tired of your fucking whimpering. I'm not finished yet. Don't you enjoy being selfish? Isn't it a rush? Hahahahaha." Another hand shoved two fingers into my mouth. "Suck" he demanded. I did as told as I began to see spots. The knot in my stomach began to tighten again as his hips stuttered. Feeling my walls squeeze him tighter than the first time I stiffened as I came for the second time.

   Lathering my sensitive bud with more of our fluids he rubbed my clit with slight pressure as I felt his dick twitch inside of me. I began fucking myself against his cock as I I chased my third orgasm of the night. Tomura cackled pushing his stringy, sweaty, wet hair away from his face.

   "Finally showing your true colors huh? You're a selfish little slut and you know it." His hips sped up as he pressed harder on my g spot. Pressing down on my stomach I creamed all over his thick cock. My body shook frantically as I was barely able to form words. Tomura followed behind me filling me up with his seed prolonging both our orgasms. He collapsed on top of me removing all his hands before pulling out. Through struggled breaths I spoke.

   "I'm not selfish, and you just proved my point several times over." He let out a breathy chuckle. "Whatever, we're both selfish and we're going to have it all."

  

End

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

CNS Spin Off - Friendly Competition - Finale

Lee Chan x Lee Gahyeon

Word Count: 2842

Contents: first time (both are virgins), awkwardness, breast play, dry humping,  fingering & handjob (mutual masturbation, protected sex

“Handong, what are you doing this evening?” Gahyeon asked, a little nervously. She knew Handong knew she was sneaking out. But it was another thing to ask her to leave. She didn’t need Handong asking questions but she had promised Chan she would try and get the cabin to herself and she was itching to take that final step with Chan. It felt like her whole summer was just building to it and she would be damned if she didn’t manage it before the summer was up.

“Why? You need something?” Handong smirked.

“I- No don’t look at me like that,” Gahyeon said. “I-I just wanted to know.”

“Tell you what, you admit why you wanna know and I’ll leave.”

“Wh-Why? What-”

“I know that’s what you want,” Handong laughed. “And I know why. I just want you to say it.”

“Y-You don’t know!”

“Really? Cuz I’m pretty sure it starts with a C.”

Gahyeon sputtered, face burning with embarrassment while Handong laughed. “How did- I never even- Ch-Chan and I-I-”

“Girl, it was so obvious. Hansol knows too by the way,” Handong was laughing as she got up from her bed. “But anyway, thank you for finally admitting it.” She walked over to Gahyeon and pinched her cheek.

“Have fun getting freaky.”

Gahyeon felt another wash of embarrassment as she pushed Handong off. “I’m not- w-we d-don’t-”

“Oh, unless this is the first time?” 

Gahyeon looked down at her lap to avoid Handong’s gaze as she squealed. She quickly went to her trunk and grabbed things before throwing condoms and lube into Gahyeon’s lap.

“H-Handong!”

“Have fun, remember to wrap it, there’s no shame in using lube, and if he doesn't make you cum he’s a loser. And if he doesn't think he should have to tell me so I can talk to him.”

“OH MY GOD, GET OUT!” Gahyeon screamed, knowing she was beet red. She knew how to have safe sex, even if she hadn’t done it. This was infinitely worse than getting the talk.

Handong cackled as she walked to the door, only laughing more when she opened it.

“She’s ready for you,” she laughed as she slipped on her shoes. Gahyeon’s stomach dropped a bit as Chan stepped in. Even though she wore something a little cuter and had been thinking about this much of the day. She was both nervous and excited about it but she didn’t need Chan to walk in when she felt flustered and embarrassed with a pile of condoms in her lap.

“Wow, you really are ready,” he chuckled.

“Sh-She- I- Handong just gave them to me,” Gahyeon said as Chan closed the door and slipped off his shoes.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, coming over to sit on her bed. “You- You wanna use one, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” she said shyly, looking away from him. Chan shifted a little and she felt her heart flutter as he gently lifted her head and pressed a kiss to her lips. Gahyeon kissed him back, enjoying the feeling and trying to relax herself.

“We’ll take it slow,” he murmured, before kissing her again. Gahyeon slowly wound her hands around his neck and Chan brushed the condoms and lube off her lap before laying her back on the bed. She liked that she was comfy with him, and that they have been fooling around for a while now. Some part of her wondered if this was going somewhere but it was a little too scary to ask right now.

She tangled her fingers into his hair as she gently pressed a thigh between her legs. He let one hand squeeze her hip as he started to roll his down. His movements started slow as he pressed his tongue past her lips in kisses. Gahyeon let out sighs against his lips, idly wondering how many times he had done this. She knew he was new to giving oral, but he never said how much sex he’d had before. Then again, neither had she but she was sure he’d figured it out.

Chan moved his lips to her neck, kissing at her skin as his fingers pushed up under her shirt. She let her head fall back with a sigh. More excitement bubbled up inside her as she felt him starting to get hard while he ground against her. She wondered what it would feel like. Would it actually feel better than his fingers or worse? She wondered how long it would actually last.

Chan sucked on a spot on her neck and Gahyeon let out a whine, gripping his hair tightly. He hummed against her as his hand started playing with her breast over the cup of her bra. She pressed into his touch, feeling sparks ignite in her from the sensation.

“Can I take this off?” Chan asked, pushing at her shirt. Gahyeon gave him a lazy nod and arched off the bed to help him. He pulled it over her head and reached under her to undo her bra. Gahyeon felt the slight heat on her cheeks at being exposed but Chan was quick to press into her, leaving kisses across her chest and playing with her nipples between his fingers. 

She let out a small moan at the sensation. It had heat and arousal rushing down her spine and as he ground against her she found herself needing more friction between her legs. There was heat pooling between them and it was making her whole body feel hot. Her grip in Chan’s hair tightened as he sucked one of her nipples between his lips.

“C-Can you- I need something d-down- um-” She felt embarrassment welling up inside her but Chan understood without her having to say anything else. He slipped his hand down from her chest and easily past the waistband of her shorts and into her panties. He shifted over her thighs to keep grinding against her as his fingers found her clit.

“You’re already so wet,” he mumbled, though his voice wasn’t teasing. It was strained and a little rough.

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling flustered. It was soon whisked away with the feeling of pleasure that started to course through her as he rubbed smooth circles against her clit. She spread her legs a little wider, moaning. Her fingers curled into his hair tightly and he groaned, moving to suck on her other nipple.

Her hips chased the movement of his fingers, rolling and grinding against them as she let herself get more and more wrapped up in the sensation. She could cum just like this but she knew she wanted more than that at the moment. She pressed her hips more and more into his hand until he slipped his fingers lower and slowly eased one into her heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned breathily. She wondered if he was thinking about how his cock would feel inside of her, because she was. As she clenched around his finger while he started to move it she couldn't stop thinking of taking more of him into her. She wanted to know what it felt like, she wanted to hold him close and kiss him while she felt him inside of her.

“I-I think- I th-think I could take another,” Gahyeon breathed. She felt Chan grin against her skin before pulling his finger out.

“Sure thing,” he murmured, then easing two fingers into her heat.

Gahyeon let out a loud moan at the feeling. She loved the way it filled her. She loved the way he curled his fingers and brought her pleasure. The sensation was so good and a little bit of tension was building in her body already. She could hear his groans and feel that he was fully hard as he ground against her thigh and it had her wanting more and more by the second.

She tried to be patient as he fingered her. She knew if he went too fast it would hurt her, but she wanted to be ready to take his cock now. The more she thought about it the more she clenched and he groaned out her name quietly, maybe imagining it too.

“I-I want more,” she mumbled.

“Me too,” Chan mumbled, moving up to kiss her. “But I don’t want it to hurt you.”

“I know,” she pouted between kisses, feeling his pace get a little faster and whimpering against his lips. “I-I’m impatient.”

Chan chuckled before kissing her deeply. She let one hand slip to his back and let her nails scratch down his skin. It was an act that had him bucking against her thigh and groaning against her lips. She liked those sounds from him, she liked the way they ran down her spine and how they were all for her. She dug her nails into him while holding him close, feeling his fingers moving a little more roughly.

“Please try,” she murmured. “Try and give me more.”

“Okay,” he breathed, voice clearly strained again. He pulled his fingers out before slowly easing three in. Gahyeon winced at the very slight sting, but it was gone in seconds and replaced with pleasure as he moved his fingers shallowly. She let moans cascade off her lips as he opened her on his fingers.

“I-I’m gonna need a-a little more soon,” he mumbled to her. Gahyeon grinned a little, liking the effect she was having on him as he reached a hand down and started to palm him through his shorts. 

Chan let out a strained moan as he dropped his head into her neck and his hips chased the sensation of her hand. She knew he really didn’t need that much, maybe he couldn’t even handle too much right now. But she was loving the sounds he let out.

Her hand managed to undo his shorts and push into his boxers. The angle was a little awkward but she managed to wrap her hand around his cock and start pumping it. Maybe it was the fact that it was going inside her or the feeling and just thinking of it but she swore she hadn’t realized how big he was until now.

To be fair, he might not have been that big, but big to her nonetheless.

“Fuck,” Chan breathed against her skin, hips thrusting into her hand. Gahyeon let out moans as she felt the way he stretched her open on his fingers and the rushes of pleasure each movement sent through her body. More and more tension was rising in her body now but she knew she would get more before she came.

Her back arched off the bed a little as she wrapped her hand tighter around his cock. Her own pussy clenched around his fingers as her mind got wrapped up in wanting even more, desire filling her system.

Chan grabbed her wrist suddenly, catching his breath.

“D-Do you wanna-”

“Yes, please.” she answered quickly. 

Chan pulled his fingers from her core and sat back. Gahyoen was quick to rid herself of her shorts and panties while Chan pulled off his clothes. He grabbed a condom, a little shaky as he tried to put it on. Gahyeon took it from his fingers and helped him.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Y-Yeah,” he said. Gahyeon pouted a little, unsure but Chan pressed her back into the bed again with a kiss as he settled between her legs. He kissed her a few times before grabbing his cock and looking down at her pussy. Gahyeon squirmed a little as she waited but Chan seemed to freeze.

“Chan?”

“I-I- uh-”

Realization dawned on her. “You haven’t done this either, have you?”

Chan’s face blushed red. “I-I- I mean I almost did.”

Gahyeon pulled him down for a sudden kiss, giggling. “And here you had me thinking you knew what you were doing.”

“I-I y-yeah,” he mumbled. “I didn’t want you to think I was lame.”

“So I would sleep with you?” she chuckled.

“N-No, I mean yes, but no I- I like you.”

Gahyeon let him pull back a bit, giving him a sweet smile and feeling her heart flutter. “I like you, too.”

“Later, we should go on a real date,” he said.

“Agreed,” she hummed, with another kiss. As Chan relaxed into her kisses she pressed a hand between them and took his cock. She found her own pussy, now very needy and waiting, and helped him line up the tip.

“You can try now,” she said.

“O-Okay,” he said, trying to push into her. Something wasn’t quite right though and it didn’t go in.

Chan pulled back from the kiss, frowning. He took his cock in his hand and tried again, but it didn’t work.

He chuckled nervously. “I-I uh-”

“We’ll get it,” she said, reassuring herself as much as him. “Maybe- uh?”

Chan looked around and grabbed a pillow. He had Gahyeon lift her hips and kept her legs up a little more before carefully guiding his cock into her. This time the angle was right but a shot of pain had her yelping.

“Hold on,” she said.

“D-Does it hurt?” He asked.

“Mhm,” she said as he pulled out. “I-I think it’s your size.”

She saw the mix of pride and concern on his face and could have nearly laughed if she wasn’t starting to feel so stressed. This couldn’t be that hard could it? People did it all the time. They’ve been doing it for ages.

“D-Do you wanna use some lube?” He suggested.

Gahyeon felt a little more embarrassed. Shouldn't her body just do that on it’s own? She knew people used lube but she felt so wet already. What if it didn’t help?

“S-Sure,” she mumbled.

Chan opened the lube and poured it over his cock and the condom. Gahyeon watched, trying to calm herself as he cleaned off his hand before lining himself up again. He took a deep breath himself before very slowly pushing into her.

There was still a dull sting, but not a bad pain. And after a few more seconds it subsided and she was letting out a moan as his cock filled her. Her hand grabbed at his back and she looked at him with wide eyes and mouth popped open as he slowly bottomed out.

“I-Is it okay?” He breathed, clearly already in pleasure.

“Yes,” Gahyeon breathed.

“C-Can I- Is i-it okay-”

“Mhm,” she nodded her head quickly. 

Chan pulled back shallowly before thrusting into her again. The feeling was so much. It felt so good and the pleasure that rushed through her from each movement of his cock was unreal. She gripped him tightly as he found a mostly steady pace, head falling into her neck as he groaned.

His sounds only served to bring her closer to release. Very quickly her mind could only comprehend the pleasure of it. The firm hold he kept on one of her hips. The way he rolled his hips into her and the pleasure that filled her each time he did.

Her moans mixed with his and she was sure someone outside could hear but she didn’t care. This was perfect, she hugged him tighter against herself as she reeled in the feeling, feeling herself clench around him. Every now and then his hips would brush against her clit and it would make her jolt from the nearly overwhelming sensation.

“G-Gahyeon?” Chan mumbled.

“Y-Yeah.”

“I-I don’t- I think- I might cum f-fast,” he was pressing his face into her neck with embarrassment. Of course she knew he was close before they even started having sex. Her own body was getting closer, tension building more and more by the second. They could always do this again. There was time to perfect it.

“Rub my clit,” she breathed.

“N-Now?”

“Just do it,” she murmured. 

Chan reached a hand between them, hips bucking a little more and found her clit. His fingers started to rub messy circles into it.

Gahyeon’s back arched off the bed as she moaned. The feeling was almost too much but it was so good she wanted more. She was so sensitive and her body quickly wound very tight. She gripped Chan tightly as his hips bucked into her and let out moans of her name. The legs trembled as she clenched around him.

Her orgasm crashed over her strongly, rushing through her body in a wave. A moan of Chan's name fell off her lips as her legs shook. Chan followed her soon after, the way she clenched around him too much for him. He held her tight as he released into the condom, staying nestled inside her as he dug his face into her neck.

“That was awesome,” he mumbled into her skin.

“It was really fun,” she panted. “D-Do you think- If we practice how long do you think we could go for?”

She felt him leave a kiss against her neck. “I don’t know, we’ll have to test it.”

“I bet I can last longer than you,” she teased lightly.

Chan chuckled. “Oh, you’re so on.”

[rhysismydaddy]

Unholy Matrimony Pt. 3 (Nessian)

Damnation Series

Parts 1 / 2 / 4 / 5 

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~Cassian~

By the time I sneak in the apartment, it’s the middle of the night. The boxes in the corner tell me my fiancé is here, has officially moved in with me, and I take a moment to appreciate how fucking weird that feels.

I might be appreciative of all things women and have definitely earned my reputation as a player, but I’ve never had a woman live in my place.

It’s... weird.

I walk quietly through the place, passing the guest room she’s sleeping in, and into my room.

Then pause, because it turns out she’s not in the guest room.

Nesta’s sprawled in my bed, on my side, hair spilling over my pillow like liquid sunshine. The moon seems to favor her, highlighting the features I have a hard enough time avoiding looking at during the day, and I pinch the bridge of my nose as I think about how much more difficult it’s going to be to sleep now.

But I refuse to leave my own room, since this very well could be a power play, so I just walk to the attached bathroom, close the door, and sigh.

Looking in the mirror proves I look like shit, and I wonder what Nesta will think when she wakes up next to me.

She probably won’t care.

I have a feeling it takes something pretty drastic to shake that blasé attitude out of her.

After taking a cold shower to minimize the bruising, I pad across the room, grab some boxers, and slide into bed next to my blushing bride to be.

She shifts and turns onto her side, and I realize she’s stolen one of my t-shirts to sleep in. It’s ridiculously big on her, falling off her shoulders, and not nearly thick enough to hide what’s underneath.

Fucking hell.

Even asleep, I can’t ignore her.

Her smell--citrus and jasmine and vanilla--is fucking all over me, stuffing itself in my nostrils and not letting me relax.

I’ve never been this attracted to how a woman smells.

Most times, perfumes and lotions and whatever other sorcery women lather on themselves has the opposite effect, actually.

But all I can think about right now is rolling over and burying my face in her neck. Then burying a different part of me in her.

Even though I should turn over and at least try to sleep, I let myself look at her.

Her lips are slightly parted and look like they’d taste like candy, and there’s a serene, peaceful expression on her face that’s so different from the fierce one she usually wears.

She wiggles, somehow sliding closer, and murmurs, “Stop staring at me.”

I chuckle, and the simple fact that we’re laying in bed whispering to each other does strange things to my head.

Nesta apparently agrees, turning over and facing away from me. I take a moment to appreciate the sweep of her hips, and she seems to know exactly what I’m looking at when she says, “Goodnight, pervert.”

A smile threatens to bloom, so I wipe my hand across my face and smother it.

Maybe marriage won’t be so bad.

~

When I wake up, I amend my statement. Marriage definitely won’t be so bad.

I’m wrapped around around Nesta--which probably happened the instant I fell asleep--and my nose is against the soft skin of her neck, allowing me to breathe in the smell of her over and over again.

She just feels... right.

She’s relaxed against me, which is surprising, considering where my hand is.

One very numb arm is under her head as a makeshift pillow, but it’s the other one that’s interesting. It’s wrapped around her narrow waist, holding her tight to my chest and ending in the hand cupping her breast.

She’ll probably kill me the second she wakes up, but it might be worth it.

Fuck, she feels good against me.

But I realize I’m acting like the pervert she accused me of being, so I slide my hand down, towards the more neutral territory of her stomach.

I’m helpless, however, to stop myself from kissing the side of her neck softly.

She stirs, and I freeze like a red-handed thief.

But she just turns over in my arms, pressing her front to mine, and slips an arm around my waist, sighing sleepily. Her hand roams over my back, nails raising goosebumps in their wake as they softly trace over my skin.

She blinks her eyes open, takes in our tangled up position, and says simply, “Huh.”

“Yeah,” I respond like a monosyllabic idiot.

Clear blue eyes on mine, she brings her hand up to my face and lightly touches the split lip I’m sure is puffy as hell.

Fucker had a fast right hook.

“You made me a lot of money last night,” she murmurs, tapping my lip once, then twice.

“What?” I ask, too turned on and dizzy to focus on what she said.

She was there? She saw me fight?

A strange sense of male pride goes through me at that, considering I won.

“I had the bookie place a bet for me,” Nesta says, stopping that caveman train of thought in its tracks.

“How’d you know?”

I keep my fighting far away from the public’s eye, going clear across town to Lucky’s. It’s a small shipping company, and Lucky, the man who runs the place, uses some empty containers to host fights every week.

He knows who I am but doesn’t care, claiming he’s too old to be scared of some “young Mafia punk.” He also doesn’t allow cell phones or recordings, and there’s no written records of the fights.

She raises an eyebrow. “You realize Alexei owns that entire shipping yard, right?”

I had not.

“Huh,” I say, stealing her line from a minute ago. “And you bet on me? Why?”

“Call it intuition.”

I remember the way her eyes tracked over me yesterday, like there wasn’t anything she didn’t see, and I realize she knew I like to fight from the second she saw me.

“Glad I could help pad your bank account,” I tell her, smiling. “And I’m glad you make yourself at home in my absence. But just for future reference... I sleep on that side of the bed.”

She leans in, lips an inch from mine, and whispers, “Not anymore, you don’t.”

A rough smile is all the warning I give her before I pull her close and turn over, practically throwing her to the other side of the bed.

I don’t know what I expect her to do, but it sure as hell isn’t jab me in the ribs, crawl over me, and retake her original spot.

Prodding my ribs, I notice she hit me right on a pressure point. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

She grins, a challenge lighting up her bright eyes and making her look even more alive.

“Oh, malyshka,” I whisper, somehow knowing calling her a pet name will piss her off. “You’re in so much trouble.”

“Bring it, stronzo,” she shoots back, calling me an asshole in my own fucking language. Disrespectful.

I grab her wrists to try and pin her, but she’s fucking fast as an adder, slipping out from underneath me and poking me in the ribs again.

I step it up a notch, and for a few moments, we’re busy wrestling in bed.

It’s honest to God the most fun I’ve had in ages.

I’ve never met a woman who knows how to fight, much less one I can’t seem to pin. I have a hundred pounds on her, yet more than once, I’m the one struggling.

She continues pressing pressure points, some I never even knew existed, and despite the fact it sure as hell doesn’t feel good, I find myself laughing.

By the time I eventually just tackle her and press her into the mattress with my weight, I’m out of breath and can’t stop laughing at how ridiculous it is.

I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, my legs on top of hers to keep her from doing something clever like kneeing me in the balls. “Slippery little sucker, aren’t you?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then she tilts her head back and laughs.

Watching that stony exterior crack might be the best thing I’ve ever seen.

She comes alive, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. Her laugh is a beautiful sound, light and airy and I can’t stop myself.

I drop down and kiss her, pressing my smile to hers.

She stops laughing.

And then she sighs, and the sound is so goddamn pretty I almost can’t take it.

She pushes up on my hands, hands wanting freedom, so I release her wrists and brace myself on my elbows above her. Nesta winds her arms around me, hands delving in my hair, and kisses me back.

I try to keep my weight off her, but she’s having none of that and wraps her legs around me and pulls me down, fusing our hips together.

I press myself against her, and she arches up in response, drawing a low sound out of my throat.

Now that my hands are free, they roam through her hair, across her sides, down her thighs.

She’s so goddamn soft.

She moves against me like it’s second nature, kisses me like she can’t get enough.

And when I move to kiss a path down her throat, inhaling that intoxicating scent as I suck on her skin, she softly moans my name. I feel like I’m on fire, and her saying my name like that that does absolutely nothing to help, so I bite on the junction between her shoulder and neck in retaliation for being so addictive.

She says my name, then again, and I notice it isn’t in the same soft tone as before.

My head snaps up, gaze finding hers to try and figure out if I did something wrong.

Her lips and cheek are rosy, blonde hair a halo around her.

“I think we should wait,” she states, even though she doesn’t make a move to leave or throw me off. And I know now she definitely could.

“For what?”

Her lips twitch. “Our wedding.”

It takes me a long time to respond. “Are you a-”

“No,” she says, looking at me with a teasing look in her eyes.

“Oh.”

“I just think it’d make it better,” she reasons.

Personally, I think it’d be perfect right the hell now, but I nod like I’m not hard enough to deform the mattress I’m pressing my hips into. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she mutters back, and we spend a moment lying there, breathing each other’s air. Until, “I should probably get up, then.”

Because I suddenly know a total of one word, I just reply, “Okay.”

I roll off of her and onto my back, putting a hand over my eyes so I’m not tempted to look at her ass as she gets up and pads to the bathroom.

I listen to her shower and get ready, all the while wondering how the absolute hell I’m going to live with her, have her sleep in my bed, without actually having sex with her.

She’s tempting enough wearing fucking work clothes, but if I wake up again with her in my arms? Fuck.

I could always go to someone else, but for some strange reason, the thought of being like every other man in the Cosa Nostra and having a mistress makes me sick. Or maybe it’s the fact that in a matter of two whole days, I’ve become completely wrapped around Nesta’s finger and don’t want to hurt her like that.

The object of my obsession comes out, walking over to the closet in a towel, and I look at the ceiling in misery.

Maybe I should stay in the guest room.

~

By the time I can breathe again and have gotten over the feeling of my balls fucking falling off, Nesta’s gone. She got dressed like nothing was the matter, asked if I was going to sit on my ass all day, and told me she’d be back later tonight as she slipped out the door.

It’s still early, and I wonder for a second where she’s going, but then shrug and stop sitting around pining.

I put on a dark suit--something I only do when I have corporate shit to do--and drive further downtown to Sera. It’s my first day, and I scheduled an all-staff to meet everyone and introduce myself.

I park and walk through the bank, nodding to the teller who opens the secondary bank door and lets me in the club. People are waiting inside, which is a little strange since I’m five minutes early, but I’m not complaining.

I take in the faces I’ve spent the past couple days memorizing as people file in. The staff is interesting, to say the least. More than a few have records, and some are from places of the world I’ve never heard of.

The investors come in last, the only corporate-looking people in the room. They come up and shake my hand while the employees choose to watch me with a strange look in their eyes.

Once everyone’s inside and seated, I smile and introduce myself.

“My name is Cassian Azara. I’m the new owner of Sera, and I just wanted to come by, introduce myself, and meet you guys.” No one smiles back or says anything, but I don’t let it bother me. “The change in management won’t impact the day to day aspect too much. I like the way things are and don’t plan on changing anything, but let me know if you need anything or have suggestions.”

One woman sitting in the back speaks up, her voice clipped and irritated. “What’s the point of taking over, if you aren’t changing anything?”

I don’t really know what to say, so I ask back, “Do you have a suggestion?”

She rolls her eyes, looking pissed as hell, and pulls out her phone.

Weird.

I stop speaking to the group, and the investors make a point to shake my head again. After they’re gone, I walk around to introduce myself individually, finding the general vibe to be... definitely not welcome.

I understand it’s weird for a stranger to come in and claim they’re the boss, but I just said it shouldn’t impact their lives too much, so I don’t understand the reaction I’m getting.

Some people ignore me, some look at me with irritation, and some just get up and leave.

I turn to the bartender, one of the only ones who didn’t act like he wants to stab me with a rusty knife, as he leaves. “Is there a reason they all hate me?”

He gives me a strange look over his shoulder. “We’re all pretty fond of the previous owner.”

Alexei? These people all like Alexei?

I’ve never heard a nice word about that man, but I guess he won their loyalty over time.

Whatever. If these people like that cold bastard, they’re sure to love me.

~

What feels like a full twenty-four hours later, I walk through the door to my apartment and realize how fucking wrong I was.

The employees of Sera do not like me. I dealt with business of my own after the quick meet and greet this morning, then came back to do management stuff at six.

Immediately, I was met with complaints and broken things and inventory problems and about a million other things I don’t have to deal with at my other properties.

I’ve never met a group of people so difficult to work with.

Nesta eyes me as I come through the door, tilting her head curiously. “You look like shit.”

There’s something... interesting about her tone, but I shrug it off.

I wish I could lie and say she looks bad, too, but she somehow looks perfect and fresh as a daisy after whatever she’s done all day.

“Long day.”

She raises an eyebrow, looking at me over the top of her laptop.

“The employees at Sera, one of your dad’s old clubs, aren’t too happy with me taking over. They were a pain in the ass all day.”

Nesta looks at me for a while, something I can’t read playing in her gaze. “Huh.”

I grab a beer from the fridge and fling myself down next to her, looking over at her with my patented bedroom eyes. “You know what would make me feel so much better?” I ask, innuendo making the answer pretty obvious.

“Minet?”

My brow furrows. “I don’t know what that means.”

She sighs, getting to her feet and stretching her arms over her head in a way that makes her dress slide up her thighs. “Look it up, big boy. I’m going to bed. And before you ask, no, that isn’t an invitation.”

“Stay on your side,” I warn with a grin. “I’d hate to have to kick your ass again.”

Nesta just scoffs, taking her laptop up the stairs and disappearing into my... our room.

I look up minet, smile, and yell, “That’s exactly what I was thinking!”

She doesn’t respond, but I hear soft laughter and know she heard me.

Sighing about my lack of minet, I pull out my own computer, planning on going through some of the complaints I received tonight. But something makes me pause and remember the look on Nesta’s face when I told her about my day.

And her tone... it was amusement, I realize.

I pull up the deed and find out why.

Sera, and the building it’s hidden within, never belonged to Alexei. They were bought and built by little miss Nesta Orlov.

Interesting.

I keep digging and find out why the employees there are so loyal to her. One way or another, she saved them. All of them.

The bartender with the criminal record who struggled to find employment, the street performer who was sleeping on a park bench, the dancer who was denied a VISA until Nesta met with the governor on her behalf.

Every single employee is somehow bound to Nesta, somehow in her debt.

It’s fucking genius.

Instead of spending money to buy loyalty, she chose people who’d give it to her for the simple price of a job.

No wonder they hate me.

Maybe it’ll blow over when we announce our engagement at the party and they realize she’s still in the picture.

Although for some reason, I have the strange feeling that what happened today was just the beginning.

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NEXT CHAPTER

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Drag Me to Hell

Louis Cyphre x Angel!Reader

No plot, just smut. Finishing Louis Cyphre week of with a... bang 😏

TW: smut, demon, angel, shape shifting, possibly some sacrilegious statements

Word Count: 2k

Due to a lengthy series of events and bad choices (a story for another time), you find yourself laid out on the silky sheets of Satan himself. He uses his body to hold you down: one hand gripping your wrists above your head, and his body weight pinning your body down, even your wings couldn’t help free you as you writhe beneath him. From his fingertips, a vine creeps out, tying your hands to his bed frame.

“Silly little angel... Nothing can help you now,” Louis starts, tracing his lips across your exposed chest, “You made a deal with the Devil, and there is no breaking that deal... You owe me your beautiful body.”

It was true that you’d made a deal with him, but he had come to you in another form... Sneaky shapeshifter he was! Despite your naivety, you would still pay the price.

While it's forbidden for an angel to desire a demon, Louis's lips on your neck and his fingernails scratching long marks into your sides only makes you want him. As his lips and teeth suck little bruises into the perfectly smooth skin at your neck, you can't help but lean into it... It's just feels so good.

Thank God your hands are tied up, because you find yourself wanting to put your hands on his hair, and if you did that, Louis would know you had given in to him. You do your best to just be still and stay quiet.

But apparently that method fails you as well.

"You're whining a lot less than you were before, my dear," Louis starts working his way down your chest with his kisses, "Could it be you're enjoying this?"

You look down at him with your eyebrows contorted into a worried look and lust-blown eyes... Not to mention how beautifully flushed your cheeks and chest are.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it, as he stares up to you. "Answer me," he demands, giving your other breast a squeeze, "Are you enjoying this, little one?"

You gasp as his teeth find your nipple, "N-no..."

"Mmm... You don't like this?" he says making his way to your hips and giving one of them a sharp bite when he gets there. As he kisses the spot he just bit, you shake your head no to him, unable to take your eyes off of him, namely his hair and those big muscles.

He trails his lips and tongue along your lower belly area, clearly lining himself up to go down on you, "Angels are bad liars," he says in between smooches, "but in case you are telling the truth, and you really don't like it... I'll just have to try harder." He places a dirty open-mouthed kiss on your center, "After all, I've never had anyone leave my bed feeling anything less than completely satisfied."

He takes your thighs in his hands, lifting them off his bed and spreading them. He places some teasing nibbles to your sensitive skin on the inner parts of you legs, before his head sinks down and that tongue starts working on your clitoris. You fight back whatever noise tries to escape you, trying to lay there as silently as possible. However, when Louis’s flattened out tongue scrapes over that little bundle of nerves, your hips betray you, arching involuntarily.

“Hmm, I got a reaction out of you. Let me do that again and see if I can get my little angel to stir,” another lick, and your hips buck again, “Silly girl, your body always betrays you in the throws of passion, don’t you know that?”

His tongue teases at your entrance, sloooowly moving up and down as he stares up at you before pushing his tongue in, tasting you. He moans as if tasting a delicious plate at a five-star restaurant, and he moves a hand so that his fingers can work on your clit.

A shaky breath leaves your lips, you’re not sure how much longer you can deal with this. A few seconds later, Louis switches positions, landing his mouth on your sensitive bundle of nerves and a long finger deep inside you, suddenly. You let out a moan that sounds more like a whine when you try to choke it back, pulling at the straps tying you to the bed.

Louis chuckles deeply as he continues his actions, working that finger in and out of you, teasing you by lightly curling it, knowing you want him to use more pressure. His tongue doing ungodly things between your legs gets you squirming beneath him, unable to decide if you want more pressure because it feels good or less pressure because you really shouldn’t want this.

When the man sees you looking down at him with begging eyes, he asks, “What do you want? You have to tell me what you want, princess, or I won’t give it to you.”

You look at him silently, refusing to say anything, and so he goes back to pleasing you, but even lighter than he had been before.

“Mm! Please...” you let out in a frustrated grunt.

He gives you a mischievous smirk, “Please what, angel?”

“Please... more.”

He clicks his tongue in disappointment, “You’re not very good at begging, my dear, but I suppose angels don’t have to beg for anything, so I’ll let it slide—just this once.”

As Louis begins sucking on your clit and curling that finger inside you how you like, you finally allow yourself to let a few noises slip out of your mouth. You can tell the man beneath you gets very excited as you practically purr for him.

Right when you start to relax into him, he pops off of you entirely, saying, “I got you to moan for me,’ he crawls to hover over you, “now you’re gonna taste yourself on my tongue.”

Without even a second thought, his lips are on yours in a surprisingly delicate open-mouthed kiss. His hand grips your jaw, making sure he has access to your mouth as he makes you taste your own sex. With the feeling of his hard length trapped between you two, you know what has to happen next.

He pulls your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it and even giving it a little nip. When he breaks his kiss with you, he gently massages your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, “An angel's beauty is simply undeniable, but yours..." his knuckles stroke your cheek, "Otherworldly..."

He places a soft kiss to your lips, his words and the intimacy of the moment tugging at your heart strings. But Louis can never allow himself to be soft for too long, things quickly turn heated again and he lines himself up between your legs.

"Taking you is going to be like my own little slice of heaven, and you'll get to experience some of the few pleasures we have here in Hell," his voice rumbles as his cock teases at your entrance.

He takes in a breath as his tip enters you, feeling your wet warmth. "Oooh," he breathes as he gently rocks his hips back and forth, savoring every inch that he slides into you.

Whether you like it or not, you let out a low moan at the feeling of his hardness filling you up. You're wet enough that he slides against you easily, making it feel all the better. This man really knows how to turn you on.

He holds your soft thighs against his hips so you can feel his pelvis thrusting into you. His muscles look so good from this angle too: his built arms and toned abs; you could see them flex with his movements.

No! You're not supposed to be thinking about him like this.... But he's just so intoxicating. How could you blame anyone for succumbing to his charms?

Louis picks up the pace, really creating some friction between the two of you, properly fucking you. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly like how a snake strangles its victim, then he spreads his knees which forces your legs apart, giving him a great angle.

"You like how I feel inside you, don't you, sweet girl? You know you shouldn't, but you do," he pants in your ear. "If God didn't want you to make love, why would he give you such a lovely body, beautiful hair, supple breasts, cushiony thighs, and that sweet pussy?"

The Devil's dirty talk is almost... Romantic? But it's still dirty talk nonetheless.

His hips work quickly until Louis is moaning -no- growling next to your ear, attacking you with kisses and bites. You start to lose your composure; you just can't help the moans and whines coming from you as he fucks you into the mattress.

Both of your breathing starts to become heavy when suddenly Louis pulls out of you and cuts your hands free from the bed frame. Without a word, he flips you over and pulls you up on your hands and knees, instantly slamming back into you.

You let out a high-pitched squeal, which the demon behind you revels in. His hips and thighs clap loudly against your butt cheeks as he pounds into you.

You feel his claws move up your back and scratch at the base of your wings, which for you is a very sensitive spot. A loud noise comes out of you and your elbows go weak as you crumble under Louis's touch.

"Mmm, sensitive baby..." he growls before grabbing you by the wings pulling you back towards him. He uses your wings like a leash, using them to keep your thighs flush to his body as he continues to slam into you excitedly.

You hiss at the feeling of him pulling your wings so harshly, but pleasure mixed with a little pain feels better than you expected. Luckily though, he only holds you like that for a little while before he wraps his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest. One of his hands finds your breast and the other finds your neck, teasing at your airway.

"Are you enjoying yourself now, baby girl?" he questions.

"Hnnnnng... No-" you're still trying to fight him, just a little bit.

"Mmm, still no? That's a shame..." he whispers in a breathy voice.

"You're just- a de- deceptive- sh- shape shifter," you say between thrusts, "you- you- fooled me-"

He hums, "You're still stuck on that, sweetheart? Well... Maybe I can use my shape shifting for something else..."

On queue, you feel his member growing inside you, filling you as much as you can take. You nearly start screaming in pleasure as his girth touches all of your sweet spots. Louis moans, holding you by the throat and scratching at your wings again.

You're simply overwhelmed with pleasure, and within seconds, you're cumming. Your body shakes as an indecipherable string of sounds comes from you. Louis makes a series of grunts and groans as he feels your orgasm, and soon he finds his own deep inside you.

Afterwards you collapse on the bed, and Louis doesn't stray too far away, wanting to keep you close so you won't try to fly away.

"I told you no one leaves my bed feeling anything less than satisfied..." he repeats from earlier.

"Hmmm... Well, I wasn't satisfied, so I guess I'll just have to stay in your bed until I am," you say in a sassy voice, giving him a devilish look of your own.

Louis raises his eyebrows at this shift in personality from you, and in that moment, he finds you much more attractive than he already did. He gives you a playful snarl and pulls you on top of him for round two!

Art credit: @demon__artist on Instagram 😈✨

[youbloodymadgenius]

Yours (Vampire!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd​‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday, Hayley 💝

The prompt We are all someone’s monster (Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows) is in bold.

@bluearchersstuff​ - Thank you for beta reading this for me 💖 It was the first time, it won’t be the last 😉

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Moodboard made by the talented @gearhead66 ♥️

Summary: You hate Halloween and of course you hate Halloween parties. But who’s this handsome guy who’s looking at you?

Warnings: not my best work, I’m sorry.

Words: 1821

You roll your eyes, sighing at your own stupidity. For the umpteenth time tonight, you're wondering what you were thinking about when you agreed to come. Of course, Sofia is your best friend, and she is the one who asked you to go with her.

 Yet, you should have known better.

 You dislike Halloween. Scratch that. You hate Halloween and everything about it with a passion. You hate dressing up. You hate cobwebs, fangs, zombies and skeletons. You even hate squash soup, and that's saying a lot!

 But yeah, your friend can be convincing when she has a mind to be. And that's why you're here – almost against your will, so to speak – at Ben's house. Ben with whom Sofia slipped away over an hour ago. Probably upstairs. You don't even want to think about what they're doing right now.

 Anyway, you're here, and that's all that matters…

 The pounding music is too loud, the people too drunk, the place too crowded. If it wasn't for the handsome stranger who hasn't stopped looking at you since you showed up, you wouldn't be here anymore.

Nervously pulling and tugging on the little black dress borrowed from Sofia – oh no, not a simple black dress, a black dress with fucking skeleton print – you make up your mind and head toward the makeshift bar. You need a drink if you intend to stay. Something strong, possibly.

 A 'Vampire Cocktail' in hand, you slowly cross the room. With every step, you can feel the stranger's gaze upon you; and you know with unsettling certainty that if you look back at him, he wouldn’t lower his eyes.

 He was apparently alone, does not talk to anyone, or dance, and didn't look at anyone but you.

 You should feel embarrassed, or even upset, but you aren’t. Knowing that his eyes are staring at you like that is surprisingly pleasant. And you can't help but feel hopelessly drawn to him, almost magnetically, or magically. Because strangely, wherever you are in the room, the man is there, never more than a few steps away from you.

 The room may be dark, but you still can see the otherworldly blue of his eyes. You're entranced, fascinated, mesmerized.

 Giving him a shy smile, you quickly avert your gaze, blushing. As you raise back your head, the man is gone, but when a gloved hand brushes against yours, you know it's his, without a doubt.

 "Shall we go out?" He asks with a sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. Even if he gives you a questioning look, his hand gesturing toward the large patio door, you know it's a rhetorical question. You don't have a choice and you don't mind it. The stranger wraps a strong arm around your waist, leading you toward the backyard.

 You follow him willingly, almost obediently, a small smile playing on your lips. He leads you without saying a word, and as soon as the patio door closes behind you, the only sound you can hear is the thud of his cane on the gravel.

 "Better here, right?" He takes a seat on a porch swing, inviting you to do the same.

 "I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." His voice is hoarse as he slightly leans toward you, boldly resting a hand on your knee.

 Confused, you want to ask him what he means. After all, you met for the first time less than two hours ago. But you don't get the chance, since he speaks again. "Very nice dress, by the way."

 Scrutinizing you in the bright moonlight, he looks at you shamelessly, his gaze stopping first on your neck, then your cleavage, your breast and finally your fishnet stocking-clad thighs.

 Intimidated, you blush and say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your… your Halloween costume is a piece of art. It's so… real…"

 "My… what?" Quirking a brow, the man looks at you in disbelief.

 "Your…," your shaky voice gives away your nervousness, "Your Dracula costume is… magnificent."

 You're not lying. His clothing is stunning. From his three-piece suit – obviously made of luxury fabrics – to his silk cape of extremely high quality, everything suggests that his complete outfit is undoubtedly very expensive.  As for his cane, you're willing to bet that its snake-shaped handle is made of… gold, no less. In any case, it's impressive and the handsome stranger makes a vampire truer than nature.

 Visibly taken aback by your last assertion, the man just stares at you with wide eyes. It's as if what you just said didn't make sense to him. When an icy wind swirls suddenly around you and makes you shiver, he eventually speaks sternly, almost as he were scolding you, his jaw tight. "This is not a costume."

 You're baffled, puzzled, confused. 'This is not a costume?' What does he mean?  

 "What… I don't… Wha–" You sputter, unable to gather your thoughts. Your heart hammering in your chest, you feel a knot growing in your stomach. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.

 His piercing blue eyes staring into yours, you want to avert your gaze, overwhelmed and slightly scared. But when he speaks again, it's with a velvet like voice that soothes you immediately, erasing your discomfort. "Shh… It's okay…"  You wonder for a brief moment how someone can change their mood so quickly. You don't dwell on it though, because when he gives you a closed-lips smile, gentle and sweet, it melts your heart and you realize that, as if by magic, your fear is gone, replaced by desire and attraction.

 What strange power does this man have over you?

 Slowly, one finger at a time, the stranger takes off his gloves and places them on the swing next to him, while staring at you the whole time.

 As he reaches out, his hand just inches from your face, you can't resist, and you don't want to. The pull is too powerful, the longing too strong. You want him to touch you. You need him to and so you lean forward, craving for his skin against yours.

 But as soon as his fingers graze your cheek, you freeze, bemused and appalled.

 They are cold. Abnormally cold. Ice-cold. Colder than… death. You swallow loudly and then get up hastily. "I… I sh… should… go…" You stammer, panic flooding your body. You want to run away but the man doesn't give you the chance as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tight. " That would be extremely rude when we've only just met, don't you think?" His voice is a whisper, his tone soft but you know you don't really have a say, nor a choice.

 Slowly getting up, he leans on his cane, wraps his free arm around your waist and draws you closer. He's so unnaturally strong, you can't even move as a cold wave washes over you. "I'll be gentle if you do as I say." He mumbles, his mouth against your ear.

 Questions plague your mind suddenly. Why is he so pale? Why can't you feel his breath on your face? Why are his eyes bloodshot? Why didn't you notice anything earlier? You're terrified now, aware of the danger with absolute certainty.

 "Who… Who are you?" You don't even know how you manage to babble those words. You feel weak and unsteady on your shaky legs. If it wasn't for his firm grip, you would certainly have fallen down by now.

 "It's okay, Y/N…" He says once again, and you want to believe him, despite your fear, despite the… cold. A little voice in your head whispers that you never told him your name, but it doesn't matter, not when he's looking at you with so much tenderness.

 What is he doing to you?

 "I'm Ivar." His reassuring voice is gentle, as is his smile. "Ivar Ragnarsson." He doesn't say anything else but it's enough. That's all you need to know. You're relieved. He's Ivar. Of course. Who else – what else – could he be? You've been so silly. All those strange things… The cold, his eyes, his breathing – or his lack of – there is necessarily a pragmatic explanation for each of them. The truth is you don't care. He's Ivar. A handsome and very considerate stranger that you want to get to know better, and that's enough. Everything is fine. It's okay, he's right.

 "Ivar…", you eventually repeat softly, and you love the way his name rolls off your tongue. Chuckling, you can feel yourself relaxing in his embrace. "You're going to think I'm dumb, you know? I wondered for a moment if you weren't a…", you gasp, feeling shy and embarrassed, but Ivar just looks at you, patiently waiting for you to carry on, and that's what you do. "… A vampire, you know. But obviously you're not. You're just a guy my age, with a fantastic Halloween costume, and it seems that I can't think properly, because who would think you're some kind of monster? That's insane, and I'm so sorry, and now I'm going to shut up because I'm pathetically rambling and if I continue I'm sure you won't want anything to do with me and that would be a shame because I– Oh my god, sorry!!" Covering your mouth with your hand, you blush as you realize what you were going to say. 'Because I'd love to kiss you, touch you, feel you…'

 What is he doing to you?

 Ivar keeps quiet, a semi-amused smile on his face. Eventually, he closes his eyes and then tilts his head back. "So, you thought I was a… how did you say?... a monster…" You can almost hear his grin.

 "I know," you say shamefully, "that's stupid! You're allowed to laugh at me, you know? I won't get mad, really. I don't know what went through my head. A monster! What a ridiculous thought!!"

 Ivar giggles while keeping his eyes shut. "Maybe not. You know what they say… We are all someone's monster…"

 And then, he opens his eyes. And everything goes faster.

 His eyes turn black. A feral growl escapes his lips. His smile is a predatory one.

 You can clearly see his pointy fangs.

 And you feel weirdly calm. You're not surprised, and you're ready. You need him, all of him.

 "I don't know if it's true…", you don't recognize his voice, hoarse and raspy, but you don't mind, as you don't mind when he pushes your hair away, his teeth already grazing the delicate skin of your neck.

 "However,” He mutters as you arch against him unwittingly, "there is one thing that I can say for certain. I'm definitely yours."

 And right after that, sharp fangs piercing down into the flesh of your neck, a burning pain lances through you, fading soon into an aching pleasure. You release a gasp, bucking your hips.

 "Please, unravel me, Ivar."

 What did he do to you?

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