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ghuleh-witch · 4 months ago

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Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Pregnancy, Prime Mover au, oral sex, ritual sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Additional Tags: friends to lovers, use of pet names, domestic fluff, developing relationship, no beta Word Count: 3212 Chapters: 1/5 Summary: When Papa Emeritus IV needs to find a Prime Mover, you volunteer yourself. Ao3 || Masterlist

Your head was pounding as music filled the hall and the laughter of the other partygoers felt like a knife stabbing into your brain. You don’t know why you let your friends drag you to the Winter Solstice ball. You always end up with a migraine by the end. Too many lights, too much noise, and too many scents of perfumes and colognes. It was a sensory nightmare. You looked around at your fellow Siblings of Sin searching for your friends but you couldn’t see them. Great, they left you for the second time that night. You groaned and wiped your clammy palms on your black, sparkly dress.

With a sigh, you fought your way through the crowd to the doors and made it into the atrium of the ministry. It was significantly dimmer and quieter, which had you thanking Lucifer below as you walked toward the staircase that would have led you to the dormitories.

As you got closer to the stairs, you saw a figure standing in front of the stained glass window of Lilith, next to the staircase. Not just any figure, you realized, but Papa Emeritus IV. He stood tall with his hands resting behind his back. He looked confident in his paints and regal in his black robes with the golden IV embossed on his chest and black and gold stole of skulls on his shoulders. Despite the powerful man who stood before you, you knew something wasn’t right. He should’ve been celebrating with the congregation and clergy, not staring blankly out of a window-colored glass.

“Papa?” You asked, stepping towards him. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm?” He hummed and turned his head toward you. “Oh! Sorella, I didn’t see you there. Sorry, what did you say?”

“Are you alright?” You ask again, head tilting as you observe him. Distraction clouded his mind as he took a minute to answer.

“Oh, sì, sì…well sort of,” he sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.”

“Which one?” You ask with an amused huff earning a smirk from Copia.

“Hehe, there are a lot of them going around. The-eh-prime mover one.”

You had heard. It was all anyone was talking about. Sister Lucia, Sister Imperator’s assistant, overheard the mother superior discussing the need to carry on the bloodline with Copia. Sister Imperator suggested a Prime Mover, a person chosen by the reigning Papa to carry the next generation. It wasn’t just that, though. A Prime Mover was sacred and Hell-blessed and came with a very generous salary. You were not a part of the Ministry when there was a Prime Mover last, but you heard stories about how Primo worshipped the ground they walked on.

“Yes, that one,” you said. “That’s the popular one right now. I think they’re saying you’re going to line eligible candidates up and fuck them one by one and see what sticks.”

Copia’s eyes widened. “Is that what people are saying? I’m definitely not fucking doing that.” He chuckled. “But the rumor is true. They asked me to find a Prime Mover. Sister says it’s time and that I can’t be Papa forever, even though that’s a load of bullshit. I can be Papa for a couple more album cycles.”

You let him grumble to himself, a smile forming on your lips as he huffed. This formidable man who preached the joys of sin every Sunday night still pouted like a child being told no sometimes. It was endearing, you thought, and adorable. You stifled the giggle that was threatening to escape and just nodded. “So the rumor is true and let me guess, every eligible Sibling is throwing themselves at you?”

“Surprisingly no,” Copia clucked, turning to face you fully. You watched as his eyes looked you up and down as though he saw you fully for the first time.

“No?” Surprise overcame you. You heard siblings bragging about their time in his bed. Surely he had to have throngs of people lining up for him.

“Well, some are, but the clergy has a set of rules that need to be followed when selecting a Prime Mover, and the rules are common knowledge. The Siblings I’m allowed to pick from do not want me,” he sighed. “Most simply aren’t interested and that is okie dokie.”

You knew of the rules he spoke about. To be a Prime Mover, one had to be older than twenty-five, had been a Sibling for at least two years, had to be in good standing with the Ministry, and had to give up plans of transferring to another branch. The position of Prime Mover was an enormous commitment, and you understood why people were hesitant to take it up, even if the benefits were tempting.

“There’s a very small pool to pick from,” Copia nodded to himself. He looked unsure of himself as the moonlight from the window bathed his figure in silver light. He looked more ethereal than human for just a moment before refocusing back on you.

“Do you even want a Prime Mover, Papa?” You asked. Their church, their religion, and their beliefs were all about choice, but it seemed no one gave him a choice.

“Sì, I do,” Copia answered before his voice softened. “I’ve always wanted a little one or two...I just thought…well, I thought people would be interested and that this would be a cakewalk.”

A silence fell over the two of you and you allowed your mind to wander. Would it be so bad carrying his heir? Copia was attractive, and you heard the stories—saw how he moved his hips on stage. It would be enjoyable, and what else did you have going on? You weren’t going anywhere, anytime soon. There were no plans to leave the place that had become your home over the last two and a half years. You had no marks on your record. As far as anyone was concerned, you were a good, upstanding little Satanist.

And the idea of having your own private suite was very enticing. No more using the communal bathrooms and hoping you weren’t interrupting someone’s “play” time.

Your mouth opened and before you could talk yourself out of it, you spoke. “I’ll do it.”

Copia, who looked like he was about to say something, froze, mouth ajar. He closed his jaw and his eyes grew wide in surprise. “You what?”

“I’ll do it,” you repeated, taking a step towards him.

“A-are you sure you know what you’re saying?” Copia asked after an achingly long moment. “I know I’m not the most desirable of Papas.”

“Stop,” you said as you held your hand up to emphasize your command. “You are desirable, Papa, and there are plenty of Siblings and Ghouls here that think so. It just so happens that the ones that do desire you aren’t eligible for the position. But I am.”

He blinked. “You desire me?”

“Well, it wasn’t the food that made me join up,” you laugh.

He let out an awkward chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. “I-eh-thanks. I…accept.”

It was your turn to blink. “Is that it?” You ask. “That was simple.”

“There's a ritual to complete, and paperwork to fill out.”

“Paperwork?”

“Sister loves her paperwork.”

You met him in a conference room near his office the next morning. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you sipped the water that was set in front of you by a ghoul. When you and Copia parted the night before, you had gone back to the room you shared with two other Siblings. You lay in bed, a hand stroking your stomach as you tried to picture yourself round and very pregnant. Questions plagued your mind all night, causing your sleep to be disrupted.

Now you were sitting with him, Sister Imperator, and the Ministry lawyer, Cardinal Nemo, as a thick packet of paper sat in front of you. You fought back a yawn as Cardinal Nemo explained your duties and restrictions as a Prime Mover. You were prohibited from doing a few things. While trying to get pregnant, you could only have unprotected intimacy with Copia. That made sense to you. You weren’t trying to have someone else’s baby after all. You were also not allowed to partake in anything that could hurt the baby should you become pregnant, which again made sense. Other than the obvious, you were free to do whatever you wanted, just like you were now. You were not bound to him — were not married to him, but you’d be the only one to give him an heir or heirs if you chose to have more than one child with Copia. Then after raising them (if you chose to, which you would you knew that for sure), you’d get to retire from the position and would never have to want for anything for the rest of your life.

18 years is a long time, you reflected. You thought the idea would scare you, and make you want to back out of all of this, but you weren’t afraid. If you had a child, you’d get to watch them grow and raise them all while not having to worry about a thing. You wouldn’t have to worry about providing for them or worry about making sure they were happy. Everything was covered. You always wanted children, but you worried about how you’d care for a child without the support of a partner or the finances.

But it wasn’t just you that had rules to follow. Copia had his own set. The rules also prevented him from having unprotected sex with anyone else. He had to provide for you and your future child monetarily. If he mistreated you in any way, he would be punished and possibly stripped of his title and position if the offense called for it. There were more, but they were for very specific scenarios that you didn’t see happening. But everything had to be very bureaucratic and thorough.

There was no doubt in your mind that Copia would hold up his end of the contract, but you felt better knowing he was also being held accountable and it didn’t all land on yourself.

“Any questions?” Cardinal Nemo asked after he finished going over the last page of the contract.

“So we have a minimum a year to try for a baby naturally,” you said, flipping to the third page of the thick packet. “And then after that, we can decide to void this all or discuss with the Upper Clergy about possible fertility treatments.” You wanted to make sure you understood every detail of the contract, and that bit had surprised you. The Upper Clergy was notoriously cheap at times, so the fact they would be willing to pay for something like IVF surprised you.

“Yes, if after a year there have been no results, you and Papa may decide to void the contract and he could search for another Prime Mover, or you could decide to keep trying and meet with a council to go over fertility treatment options. If, after receiving treatment, there is still no heir, the contract will be automatically voided and Papa will have to pick another Prime Mover,” Cardinal Nemo explained.

Your eyes flick to Copia sitting across the conference table from you. He was reading through that part of the contract, brow scrunched in either concentration or disappointment. You couldn’t tell. As though he could sense you looking at him, he glanced at you and held your gaze. There was something in the way he looked at you like you were the answer to all his questions. It was so intimate and like nothing you ever felt before. You felt your cheeks begin to warm as a blush crept across your face and you quickly looked away.

Before the previous night, you only ever spoke to him a handful of times before. You were never one to stray outside your circle of friends, and Copia was always in another circle. He was the reason you joined the Ministry. You had been Cirice’d at a show when he took over as the frontman after Terzo. He was still a Cardinal then, but you were so compelled by the way he held your hand and looked at you that you applied to join the Ministry as soon as you got home that night. He was always out of reach for you, though. Besides confessions and the occasional conversation in the library where you worked, you didn’t speak much. He was always too busy, away on tour, or conversing with much more important people than you.

You never held it against him. You understood and had no expectations of anything from him when you joined. He was the reason you joined, but he wasn’t the reason you stayed and made a home there.

“If there’s nothing else…” the Cardinal said, holding out a pen to you.

You took it with a steady hand despite the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach. You were certain about this.

His gloved fingers brushed yours briefly, but it was enough to send a spark through your veins. You watched as he looked through the contract one last time before signing his name under your own. He then slid the documents to Sister Imperator, who signed in the witness spaces with a single flourish of the pen. Cardinal Nemo took the contract back, pressed his monogrammed stamp into a red ink pad, and stamped each page.

“Upon completion of the ritual, this contract will be binding,” he said as he tucked the contract in his briefcase. He dipped his head towards Copia. “Best of luck, Papa,” he said before turning to you and dipping his head again. “And to you, Prime Mover.”

Hearing the title felt odd, but at the same time, very empowering.

“Let me know once the ritual is complete,” Sister Imperator said to Copia. She then glanced at you. Her eyes were appraising as she took you in. She hummed to herself and then followed Cardinal Nemo out of the conference room, leaving you sitting there in confusion. What was she searching for in you? Was she trying to determine how worthy you were of baring an Emeritus heir?

“The fuck was that?” You asked quietly, looking over to Copia.

“Couldn’t tell you,” he said. “So…the ritual…”

“Right, that,” you said, your attention turning from Sister Imperator’s assessment of you to the matter at hand. “I have questions.”

“I would have been surprised if you didn’t. Ask away, Sorella.”

You opened your mouth to ask your first question, but your mind went blank. A million questions were filling your mind. What did you ask first?

“Cat got your tongue?” He asked as his lips tugged up in an amused smirk. “How about I explain the ritual and you can ask whatever question I didn’t answer in my explanation?”

You nodded.

“The purpose of the ritual is to obtain Satan’s blessing,” Copia said. “And ask that our attempts are fruitful. We would perform this whenever you’re ovulating, so you will need to keep track of your cycle if you’re not already, assuming your cycle is normal. If not, we can get some help to figure that part out from the medical team.”

“No need. I’m pretty regular, like clockwork,” you said. “And I keep track. I’m-um” You blushed and silently berated yourself. Why were you blushing? You just entered a contract to have sex with him until you got pregnant. “I should start ovulating next week.”

The tips of his ears turned pink. “We will perform it then. I’m sure you’ve guessed we will have sex during the ritual.”

You nodded. It wasn’t surprising. Sex-based rituals were plenty within the Ministry.

“To start, a pentagram will be drawn in goat’s blood on the floor of the chapel. We’ll say some fancy phrases in Latin and then I’ll anoint you with oils and the blood on your stomach. We’ll get into the middle of the pentagram and do the do and I’ll say some blessing in Latin and then we’ll be finished,” Copia said.

“And then that’s it? We only have to do that once?”

“Si, cara, only once,” he answered. “But we can be intimate as many times as we want. And, as long as you want it, I want to fuck you every single day.”

You let out a surprised hiccup at his boldness. There was heat in his stare as he watched you. This side of him wasn’t one you saw, but you heard of. He was a dominate and passionate lover according to the Siblings who slept with him.

“S-Sorry?”

“I think you heard me, cara,” he said, voice steady and firm but also gentle. “You told me last night that you find me desirable, well I also find you desirable.”

It felt like flames were licking your cheeks the way they heated and trunk bright red. Suddenly, you had a hard time concentrating on the conversation as you pictured all the filthy things you wanted him to do to you. You didn’t know why you suddenly felt shy, like some kind of blushing virgin. You definitely weren’t a virgin and haven’t been in a very long time, but he drew something out of you that you couldn’t really explain.

You were yanked from your thoughts when one of his gloved things gently touched your hand from across the table. Head looking up from the table to him, you found him staring at you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said. “That wasn’t my intention at all.”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you said, waving his apology off. “I was just…No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable at all, I promise.”

“Just what? If we are to make all this work, Sorella, we need to be upfront and honest about our thoughts and feelings.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. This guy just promised to fuck you every day and now he was being the wise old Papa. And he was right. After all, if they were to make their new…relationship…companionship…business partnership…work, they needed to be honest. You sighed. “Why do you have to be right? Okay, I was just thinking about all the things I wanted you to do to me,” you said, each word of your statement coming out faster and faster until it was a jumbled mess of nonsense.

Copia blinked and lips formed soundless words as he tried to work out what you said. You saw the moment it hit him, though. His pupils widened and his lips twitched before forming a smirk. “Is that so, cara? Well, why don’t you have dinner with me tonight in my suite and we’ll talk about all those things you want? And we’ll get to know each other a little better, si?” He pushed out of his chair and walked around the table towards the door. He stopped at your side and looked down at you. “Let’s say seven o’clock? How does that sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” you breathed as you looked up at him.

He smiled and his hand cupped your cheek for a fleeting second before he left you alone in the room.

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siredtoelijah44 · 1 month ago

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Late Night Distractions - Elijah Mikaelson (18+)

warnings: Lawyer!Elijah au, f!reader, mean Elijah, derogatory nicknames (slut, stupid), use of daddy, curvy/chubby reader, Elijah has a dirty mouth, oral (m!receiving), slight exhibitionism, one face slap, some spanking, unprotected sex, basically just porn with no plot

a/n: I was possessed when writing this

word count: 3212

Elijah hadn’t moved in hours. You questioned if he was still alive. But every so often his eyes would shift or he’d turn the page, signalling he was still functioning.

You’d dropped those documents off in his office at 7:30 this morning – half an hour later than you should’ve. Elijah rolled his eyes when you dropped them on his desk and rambled on about how long the line had been at your coffee shop.

If it had been anyone else he would’ve told them being late was unacceptable. If you were going to get coffee you had to leave earlier. His other assistants had been fired for less. But he kept you around because it was you.

The office knew you weren’t the best at your job. You were a forgetful thing. You’d mix up Elijah’s documents. You’d spilled coffee more than once on important papers. Yet clients loved you. A bubbly personality and a pretty face went a long way with the people who came through the firm. You were chatty and had a knack for remembering personal details that others would forget. Which made clients love you.

So Elijah kept you around as more of a personal assistant than a legal secretary. And he couldn’t exactly fire his girlfriend now could he?

He let Vivian handle everything that wasn’t people. She was quite good at the legal part. There were never mixed up documents with her or spilled coffee. But she also didn’t have the personality you did. It was a good balance, he supposed.

And the partners appreciated your presence. It was an office filled with testosterone and arrogant men. So of course they liked the view when they walked by Elijah’s office. And you seemed to either be completely oblivious or you enjoyed the attention.

He knew for a fact you enjoyed his attention. He knew most women did. He was a powerful man – a managing partner at one of the best law firms in New York. He was rich. He was handsome. He could have anyone he wanted and who he wanted was you.

You were beautiful. That much was obvious to everyone who saw you. You’d show up in your business attire. He could rarely pry his eyes from your thighs when you wore skirts or when you wore those slacks that made your ass look divine. Your hair and makeup were always done too. The lipgloss you always had on drove him crazy. Or when he caught a whiff of that perfume you wore. That perfume lingered on his sheets every time you left his bed.

You were a distraction wrapped in expensive clothes that sat right outside his door. You’d come into his office whenever you felt like it to talk or show him your new nails or your latest purchase. Sometimes you’d come in to show him those silly dog videos you adored. Cat ones too.

But today he was managing to ignore your presence. He’d explicitly told you not to come in unless it was important.

The merger he was working on was one of the biggest he ever had. If all went well he’d have a hefty bonus for himself – and you. Your salary was ridiculous for the job you did. Yet he paid it anyway. He’d take it out of his own paycheck if it meant keeping you pretty and happy.

With Elijah busy today, you hadn’t had much to do. You’d taken a long lunch and brought him back something to eat. You’d dropped it off in his office but all you’d gotten was a gruff ‘thank you’ before he waved you off. You’d taken a few phone calls from clients and spent the rest of your day flitting about the office.

By the end of the night you were spectacularly bored. The office was pretty empty. Most of the partners were gone, having taken their work with them. But not Elijah. He was still sitting at his desk, hyper focused on something you had no interest in understanding.

Yet you were still here. Someone was supposed to be there in case he needed anything. Vivian had a date tonight so you’d be staying. You’d huffed about it but it was either be bored here or be bored in his apartment. And secretly you loved being here late with him. It was more fun to play with him here than it was back at his penthouse.

Under the cover of darkness Elijah was willing to indulge himself in you at the office. Whether it be you on your knees under his desk or pressed against the glass of his office window, he’d let you distract him thoroughly.

When James dropped a stack of files on your desk you finally had your in. “Thank you,” you hummed, waving the first year associate off. They were the only people still here – stuck in the library downstairs doing research as usual.

Once you brewed a new pot of coffee as a peace offering for doing what you were about to do, you headed into Elijah’s office. You paused for a moment. Grabbing your lip gloss, you reapplied and fluffed up your hair. You’d taken your sweater off as the office cleared out – it was always too hot in the office – leaving you in a tight fitting tank top.

You pushed open the glass door, precariously balancing the files and a cup of coffee in your arms. “I come bearing gifts,” you said in a sing-songy tone. You set both items down in front of him before perching on the edge of his desk. It was the first time he’d spared you a glance today.

Elijah’s gaze flickered to the clock. It was nearly 1:30 in the morning. He’d been distracted and he hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. “What’s all this?”

“The research you asked for. And coffee.”

He took a long sip of the coffee and sighed. He leaned back in his chair. He didn’t think he’d get much more done tonight especially now that you were here. His eyes traced over the planes of your body, silently admiring the way those slacks fit your hips and the way your tank top hugged your breasts.

“I thought I told you to stay out of my office today. This is the second time you’ve interrupted me.”

You shrugged. “Thought you might need a pick-me-up.” It wasn’t just the coffee you were talking about.

“It’s a distraction and you know I have important work to get done.”

You slipped off his desk and moved to leave, but his hand darted out to grab your wrist. He tugged on your arm and pulled you back towards him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked lowly.

“I’m a distraction and I thought you had work to do, Mr. Mikaelson,” you said, a soft giggle escaping your lips. You looked at him with those eyes, batting your lashes at him. It always drove him insane. Everything you did worked him up.

He pulled you to stand between his legs. “It’s too late to back out now, darling.”

You did this every time. You’d give him a bit of attitude or you’d blatantly ignore him. But the second he got his hands on you, you backed down. The attitude melted away quickly, yet you knew you’d still pay for it. Elijah liked any excuse to be a little rough on you. And you’d chosen the day he was in a bad mood to play with him.

He watched as you sunk your teeth into your glossy bottom lip. “You said it was important work,” you replied, your voice coming out breathier than you would’ve liked.

A small smirk tugged at Elijah’s lips. His eyes were glued on your face. He knew what you were trying to do and it amused him every time. You were squirming already and he hadn’t done anything. But you both knew how easily he broke you. He’d take you apart piece by piece and you’d do nothing but thank him for it.

He tutted as you tried to talk your way out of it. “I did. But it seems my girl got stupid. I think she needs a reminder to think with her head and not her pussy.” He pressed his hand between her thighs, practically groping you.

Heat crawled up your neck at his words and touch. “Eli–”

He cut you off, clicking his tongue again. “I told you to stay at your desk, darling.” His other hand snaked around your body, this time grabbing a handful of your ass. He could never get enough of your body. You were so soft and perfect. “Yet you still came in. Because you wanted me to touch you, isn’t that right?”

You shook your head. You were trying to deny it but you both knew it was true. You’d waited until the office cleared out before you came in because you knew what he’d do to you.

“Don’t lie to me,” he practically growled. He pulled his hand from between your legs only to grab your hair roughly. He tugged you into his lap with his grip. “You came in here because you couldn’t wait for me to take care of you at home.”

That was the truth. You’d been bored and needy. The merger had taken up most of his attention for days, leaving you high and dry. And you were trying to provoke him into doing something to you. Elijah wanted you to admit it. His palm against your cheek was enough for you to understand that.

It wasn’t a hard slap. Just a little tap to remind you he was waiting. “Y-yes,” you finally admitted.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “We both know how much of a slut you are. Prancing around the office in those tight clothes. You’re practically begging those boys to give you attention. But we also know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, daddy,” you echoed the sentiment.

He grinned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He wanted you to submit to him. It fed his already overinflated ego to know how easy it was to make you melt. A few little touches and few mean words and you were pliant again.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now take your clothes off.”

He pushed you off his lap so you could strip. His eyes never left your body as you started pulling your clothes off. You started with your tank top. Elijah’s eyes darkened as you revealed more of your skin along with your lacy bra. Eyes followed your hands as you popped the button of your slacks open. You shimmied out of those too along with your panties and bra.

Once you were bare, your clothes in a heap on the floor, Elijah crooked his finger, gesturing for you to come closer to him. You followed the silent command. His fingers skimmed your bare hip. He adored every curve and dip of your body. The way your full breasts were on display for him.

He dipped his fingers between your plush thighs, swiping them through your wetness. “Such a slut,” he murmured. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping. All because you want to get fucked in daddy’s office.”

Elijah brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked her arousal from the digits.

“On your knees.”

He parted his thighs further, making room for you between them. You knew the drill. You sank to your knees between his legs. Hands tugged at his belt. You unbuckled it and unzipped his slacks. You only pulled them down enough to free his cock.

Elijah was already hard. He couldn’t help it. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And your little strip tease had made him ache to take you. He tangled a hand in your hair as he guided you in. He always let you set the initial pace – that was until he finally snapped and took exactly what he wanted.

A soft hiss escaped his lips as you licked a strip up his cock before taking the tip into your mouth. You stroked the rest of his length that wasn’t in your mouth. Slowly you took more of him into your mouth. Your other hand moved to fondle his balls which made his grip on your hair tighten.

“Fuck–” he groaned, head falling back against his chair.

He let you bob your head up and down a few times before he’d had enough of your pace. He pushed you all the way down until your nose was nearly pressed against his navel. Elijah couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed you choking on his cock.

The noise was obscene – your wet mouth, your gags, his groans – as he held your head in place, and rocked his hips into your mouth. Each movement had you struggling to breathe. Spit gathered at the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin. He nearly hit the back of your throat with each thrust.

“God, you’re perfect,” he grunted. “Taking me like a good little slut.”

You gripped his thighs, your acrylics digging into his skin though the fabric. You tried to keep your focus on breathing but Elijah’s cock all the way down your throat made it difficult even to do so through your nose.

He knew how much you could take. Once he felt you were ready to tap out he pulled you off his length. Your eyes were watery with tears and your chin was slick with your own spit. He smiled down at you – a mocking little grin – and stroked your hair softly.

He tugged you to your feet and back into his lap. He pulled you into a searing kiss, his tongue slipping past into your mouth. Your lips moved against his as you eagerly reciprocated the kiss.

One of his hands came up, fondling one of your breasts. He squeezed the supple flesh before running his thumb across your nipple. He continued the motions until both your nipples were hard. Then he pulled away from your lips.

A wet trail of kisses was left down your neck but he was careful not to leave any marks on your skin. He didn’t want the questions about where you’d got them or the extra stares the boys would give you if they saw love bites across your skin. So he avoided anywhere obvious, saving his marks for places that were for his eyes only.

He wrapped his lips around one nipple, making your back arch into his touch. You were still dripping. You were naked and squirming in his lap. And you were pretty sure your arousal would stain his slacks.

When Elijah felt he’d given your tits enough attention so he pulled away. He’d littered little bruises across the delicate flesh where no one else could see them. Just him. Your body was for his eyes only and you both knew it. Your curves, your pillowy thighs, your soft tummy – it was all his and he cherished it. He always made you feel loved and pretty, even when he fucked you like he hated you. Which was what he was going to do tonight.

He’d been stressed from the merger. He knew you meant well when you pranced into his office. You were only trying to get him to take a break, considering he hadn’t moved from his desk for more than a bathroom break in twelve hours. But he also didn’t appreciate your blatant disregard for his instructions.

Elijah stood up, holding you as he did. He moved so you were sitting on the edge of the desk. As much as he wanted to shove everything off his desk so he could be inside you quicker, he’d regret it later. So he grabbed the important files and set them on the couch. Then he pushed the other things out of the way.

His hands tugged at you, manhandling you until you were bent over with one leg propped up on the desk. You always looked so pretty bent over like this. He landed a sharp smack against your ass. He enjoyed the way your body jumped forward in surprise and your skin jiggled from the impact. He did it a few more times but he was growing impatient. He needed to feel your pussy wrapped around him. His stress hadn’t only left you high and dry but it had left him pent up too.

He pushed his slacks and boxers further down. Elijah lined himself up behind you. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing you for a moment before filling you up. He hardly gave you time to adjust to his size.

Hips snapped against your ass, forcing your body forward with each brutal thrust. It was like he’d stolen the air from your lungs. A loud cry was pulled from your lips. Elijah cursed at the noise. While the floor was relatively empty there were likely still people in the building.

His hand tangled in your hair so he could pull you up. Your back was flush with his chest. Elijah’s hand left your hair, instead curling around your mouth, effectively muffling your sounds.

“You’ve got to be quiet… unless you want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for me.” You moaned against his hand. Elijah chuckled. “You want those little boys to know you’re a slut, don’t you? You want them to come see that I own you, see me taking you apart?”

He knew there was likely still one or two of the first years on the floor. They very rarely ventured near his office – they knew better – but if you were loud you’d catch their attention. As much as he wanted to prove you were his, the thought of someone else seeing you like this made his blood boil.

His self-induced jealousy only made his thrusts harder. His office was filled with the sound of skin against skin and your wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Elijah cursed under his breath as he neared his edge. You were gripping him like a vice, clearly getting close yourself. He slipped his free hand between the desk and your hips, seeking out your clit. He rubbed tight circles against your clit. He dropped his hand from your mouth so he could smack your ass once more.

You moaned at the combination of his hard thrusts and the pressure on your clit. “Daddy,” you choked out, “gonna come.”

“That’s a good little slut,” he groaned. “Come for daddy.”

It only took one more swipe of his finger for your toes to curl, your orgasm washing over you. Elijah’s movements grew sloppy. He buried himself as deep as he could as his own peak hit him. He filled you to the brim with his cock and his release.

You slumped forward on the desk, no longer able to hold yourself up. Elijah practically collapsed on top of you. His breathing was coming out in sharp pants against your shoulder. He kissed your skin gently and squeezed your hip.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured.

“You aren’t too bad yourself.”

He chuckled. “That was definitely worth the distraction.”

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deepwaterwritingprompts · 1 year ago

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Deep Water Prompt #3212

There is an old god hiding under our mountain. We tap the stone for it’s Grace, not knowing when it will run out, not knowing we are creating the worst kind of monster.

#creative writing #writing prompt #heaven and hell

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azumi-kun · 9 months ago

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 3 months ago

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Sequels Week Day 2: Putting Out the Lantern

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Reader

Work Summary: Sequels Week 2025 fic. Sequel to Find Your Own Way Back Home. A sneaky tryst with Dmitri.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3212

Read on AO3.

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Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye @insomniac-nerd-posts-things

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Notes: warnings for daddy kink and other such nasty things

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It was dark outside, and rain was pattering on your roof. You were dressed conservatively in a loose-fitting sweater and black jeans, so as not to arouse any suspicions.

It was a good thing your dad was working tonight. He had a way of sniffing out bullshit that was almost uncanny. If he figured out what was going on, then Dmitri was dead.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and made your way down the stairs.

“See you later, Joyce!” you called out as you reached the front door. As far as she was concerned, you were going to hang out with a friend tonight. She hadn’t pried much. You were, after all, an adult.

“Bye, honey!” came Joyce’s voice from the kitchen.

You were almost home free, your hand on the door handle when Eleven appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Where are you going?” she asked, and you cursed inwardly. She was even worse than your dad when it came to seeing right through you.

“Robin’s house. She’s expecting me, so I’ve gotta go. See you later.”

Eleven was watching you but you didn’t give her a chance to say anything more before you slipped out of the house and shut the front door behind you.

You hadn’t given Robin all the details, but she had agreed to cover for you if anyone asked what you were up to. She thought you were sneaking off to spend time with your shitty ex-boyfriend, and weren’t telling her because you knew she wouldn’t approve. You were fine with leaving her with those misconceptions.

Dmitri’s car was parked at the end of the street with the lights off. He was leaning back in his seat, head tipped back against the headrest, eyes closed.

You hesitated with one hand on the door handle. This was the last chance to back out before he saw you. Steeling yourself, you opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.

Dmitri sat up immediately, blinking in the sudden brightness of the dome light. You shut the door quickly, and the light went out.

“It’s raining,” he said, taking in your damp hair. “I’m sorry. I should not have made you walk all this way. I should have been closer.”

You shook your head. “Too risky.” He stared at you. You fidgeted, tugging your sweater down further.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know? I can drop you home and we can chalk last time up to madness.”

“Dmitri…” You took a deep breath. “I don’t want to go home. I want you.”

His lips curled up into a smile. He reached out to you, his big hand cupping your cheek.

“I don’t know what I did to get this lucky,” he said, “but I will not question it. What is the saying? I will not look the gift horse in the mouth.”

“That’s the one.”

His thumb brushed over your cheekbone. “Pretty girl,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to get you into my bed.”

You shivered, and then his lips were pressed to yours. It was short, chaste kiss, that left you wanting more. You tried to chase his lips as he pulled back, but he just chuckled.

“Let’s get back to mine, malishka, before I get too excited.”

You sat back in your seat, feeling a little breathless. He gave you one last lopsided smile and then started the engine.

Neither of you spoke for the duration of the journey. You weren’t sure what you would say anyway. You obviously desired each other, but you didn’t really know all that much about him.

You knew he had a son back in Russia. Did he have a wife? He couldn’t go back to Russia, so there wasn’t much risk of him returning to her, if she even existed, but the thought was still disconcerting.

You couldn’t just ask him. Would reminding him of the family left behind upset him? Anger him? You didn’t want to ruin whatever this was that was going on between you right now, so you decided to keep your mouth shut.

Dmitri’s new house was pretty small, but it had a little backyard and a driveway. He pulled into the drive, and you touched the door handle nervously. You glanced behind you at the road. There were no headlights anywhere. You couldn’t shake the fear that your dad was going to appear suddenly and catch you in the act.

“Are you alright?” Dmitri asked.

“I’m fine. Let’s get inside.”

Dmitri didn’t need to be told twice. He got out of the car, and before you had mustered the courage to do it yourself, he came around your side and opened the passenger side door. You didn’t know if he was doing it to be gentlemanly, or if he was worried that you wouldn’t get out without his prompting, but either way, you appreciated the gesture.

The relief you felt when the front door of his house closed behind you was palpable. You were in a cosy, open-plan kitchen-living room. You took off your backpack, and Dmitri immediately filled the space behind you. His hand was on your waist, the other cupping the side of your neck as he pressed himself against your back.

“Finally alone,” he murmured, and then he started to kiss your neck.

“Dmitri,” you said breathlessly, “I need to get changed.”

He didn’t stop kissing you. “Why?” He reached up and cupped your breast.

“Because this outfit isn’t very sexy.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Malishka, you are sexy in every outfit.” Gently, he put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around to face him. “If it bothers you, then I can help you get out of these clothes.”

“I brought a dress,” you protested.

“Well, perhaps you can model it for me later. Right now, I want to taste your pretty little cunt again.”

He kissed you on the lips, and you melted into him. Your skin felt hot. He cupped your ass with both hands as he slid his tongue into your mouth. You were powerless against the onslaught of sensation that was filling your body.

He walked you backwards until your back hit the kitchen island. Then he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up onto it like you weighed nothing.

“Dmitri!” you squeaked, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth laminate surface.

“No, malishka, that is not my name right now. When I have you like this…” He gripped your ankle and then pulled off your shoe. “You call me daddy. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled off your other shoe and tossed it to the side. Then he undid the button on your jeans and started tugging them down. You lifted yourself up slightly to help him.

“These are pretty,” he said, toying with the lacy waistband of your panties. “Did you dress yourself up all pretty for me, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“You’ve been so good for me. It’s only right that daddy gives you a little treat in return.”

You gasped as he dipped forward, nosing along your bare thigh. His moustache tickled your skin as he lay little kisses in a trail up from your knee to the edge of your panties. His breath was hot against your sensitive skin. You trembled under his attentions.

“You’re shaking,” he observed. “Are you nervous, little girl?”

“No,” you breathed.

“No what?”

“No, daddy.”

“Good.” He hooked his finger into the gusset of your panties and slid it to the side. “Oh, how I’ve missed this tight little cunt.”

That was all the warning you got before he sealed his mouth over you, rolling his tongue over your clit.

“Oh,” you moaned. “That feels so good, daddy.”

He tugged on of your legs over his shoulder, and the other he pressed against the surface of the kitchen island, spreading you open wide. Then he dived back into your pussy, his tongue searching for the wetness that was now seeping from your cunt.

You grabbed his shoulder and threaded your fingers through his hair, willing him to touch you where you needed him most. His tongue followed your guidance, and he sealed his lips around your clit again, sucking hard.

His eyes met yours. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a bolt of electricity right through you. Your stomach muscles jumped as a warm, callused finger circled your entrance. As he slid it inside you, his tongue curled over your clit again, and you cried out, your cunt clenching down on his finger.

He kept sucking, and your toes curled, your eyes rolling back into your head. He didn’t stop until you pushed him away, shaking from the overstimulation.

“You’re so tight, malishka,” he said, straightening up. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. “I didn’t get a chance to last time.”

He muttered something in Russian. You didn’t know what it meant, but it sounded like a swearword. You sank to your knees. Dmitri slid a hand into your hair.

“So pretty for me…”

You unbuttoned his jeans and he leant back against the counter, breathing hard. You tugged his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his cock.

“It’s so big,” you murmured. “I can barely wrap my hand around it.” You gave it a gentle squeeze, and he groaned. With your other hand, you cupped his balls, feeling their weight. You pressed your face against his cock, inhaling his musk.

Your tongue darted out, taking an experimental lick of his shaft. Dmitri’s hand tightened in your hair. It hurt a little bit, but the sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

As you wrapped your lips around the thick head of his cock, he murmured, “Good girl…”

Bolstered by his praise, you traced your tongue over the slit, lapping up the precum that was gathering there.

Slowly, you began to bob up and down, taking him deeper each time. His firm hand in your hair guided you where he wanted you, until you had managed to take half of his cock.

He was too big for you to take the whole thing, so you wrapped a hand around the base to make up the difference.

“Oh malishka,” he groaned. “You’re so pretty on your knees for me, struggling to take my big cock. I could keep you like this forever.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing. You continued to fondle his balls, your fingers rubbing over the sensitive flesh.

“You were born to be my little slut, weren’t you malishka?”

You nodded as best you could with a cock in your mouth. His hand slid down from your hair to back of your neck. He guided you faster and faster, fucking your mouth with his cock. You closed your eyes, breathed through your nose and let him use you to make himself cum.

It didn’t take long. You felt him tense and then pull back, leaving your mouth feeling suddenly very empty. Hot spurts of cum splattered over your face as you caught your breath.

Gradually, Dmitri’s breathing steadied too. He tugged his jeans back up and offered you a hand. When you took it, he pulled you to your feet.

“I’m sorry, malishka.” He stroked some hair out of your face. “I should’ve warned you. I got carried away.”

“I don’t mind,” you said, your voice a little hoarse. “I liked it.”

“Still. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You shook your head. “Good.” He cupped your chin, gently turning your face to one side. “You do look very sexy all painted with my cum.”

You let out a girlish little giggle, unable to look him in the eye. He didn’t give you a choice. He turned your face towards him, his grip on your chin firm.

“Look at me, little girl,” he said, authority in his tone. His grey eyes bore into yours. “Do you want to continue? I will not hold it against you if you don’t.”

“I want to!” Your reply came out far too quickly. “I need you to fuck me. I’ve been missing your cock.”

He let out a low groan and pulled you towards him. His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on top of your head.

His body was warm. He smelled like aftershave. You nuzzled into his neck and listened to him let out a soft sigh.

“Let’s go to bed?” he suggested, sliding his fingers through yours.

“I’d like that.”

He led you into the bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, but you supposed that he didn’t have many possessions. His bedspread was a deep blue. The curtains were drawn tight. He turned on a bedside lamp, which lit up the room with a warm yellow light.

“Now I can see you, malishka,” he said. He was smiling at you. You felt your face heating up. He helped you slide your jeans and panties the rest of the way off, and then reached for your sweater.

His lips found yours, and you surrendered to him, letting him strip you out of the rest of your clothes.

“There she is,” he murmured when you were fully naked. He was still mostly dressed. “I’ve missed this body.” He cupped your breast with one big, warm hand. “So cute and sexy.”

“Take your shirt off?” you asked shyly. He chuckled and then pulled his shirt off over his head. Your hands went straight to his chest.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes.” You were a little breathless. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down. When you reached his ankles, he stepped out of them. You were on your knees in front of him again.

His cock was half-hard, right at your eye level. You couldn’t resist giving it a little kiss.

“Malishka, if you’re not careful I will cum before I ever get to fuck you.”

“Sounds like you should fuck me then.”

He bent down suddenly, moving faster than you expected. His arms were around your waist and he lifted you completely off the ground.

“Dmitri!” you shrieked, flailing wildly.

“Oh malishka,” he said, teasing. He sat down heavily on the bed. His arms were still around you, holding you in his lap. “I told you to call me Daddy. Am I going to have to punish you?”

His hand teased over your ass and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Or maybe you’d like that? You want daddy to spank you, little girl?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He flipped you over so that you were lying across his lap. His palm came down hard on your ass cheek, making your whole body tremble.

“This is what happens to girls who don’t follow the rules,” he said. One arm snaked around you, holding you firmly in place. Another smack landed on your ass. “They get spanked.”

“Daddy,” you whined, and he spanked you again. You closed your eyes, clinging to him as you rode out the sensation.

“You’re so wet.” His fingers were between your thighs again, feeling your arousal. “You like it when daddy spanks you, huh?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Another sharp swat against your ass made you whimper.

“Have you learnt your lesson, little girl?” he asked in a low, rough voice.

“Yes, daddy.” Your voice was barely audible. He smoothed a hand over the tender skin of your ass. It was a comforting gesture.

“Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good.” He kissed your temple and then shifted you off of him. The two of you quickly divested yourselves of the rest of your clothes. “Lay back against the pillows, malishka.”

You did as he told you, and he climbed on top of you, covering you with his body. His lips were warm and firm against yours, and his moustache tickled your skin. When his tongue slipped between your lips, you yielded immediately, letting him take whatever he wanted from you.

When he pushed inside you, you were pleasantly surprised again by the thickness of his cock. He was gentle, but the stretch still stung in a way that made you whimper.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your lips, his fingertips massaging your inner thigh. “Taking my big cock so well.”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his face into your neck and started to move. His thrusts started slow and shallow, but as your body opened up to him, he pushed deeper, dragging noises from your throat that you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“So sexy for me, malishka, with your tight little cunt gripping my cock.” He nipped at your neck and you let out a low groan. “You like that, don’t you, princess? You like being stretched by a cock that’s almost too big for you?” He leant back a little so that you could see his face again. One hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Yes, daddy,” you said. “Your cock feels so so good inside me.”

He swore quietly in Russian, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast as he sped up. He was breathing hard now. You tried to slip your hand between you to rub at your clit, but he grabbed your wrist.

“No,” he panted. “Are you going to make me tie you up, little girl?” The thought sent a spike of arousal through you. You must’ve clenched around him because his face broke into a smirk. “Hm, maybe next time?”

He adjusted the angle of his hips so that your clit was rubbing against him with every thrust. He had your wrists pinned to the bed either side of your head now, and his gaze never left yours.

“Are you going to cum for me, malishka?” he murmured. “I know you want to.”

You whimpered and tried to turn your face away, but he released one wrist to grip your chin again, making you face him. Trapped as you were under the weight of his body and the strength of his grip, you cried as you came, your whole body convulsing.

“Fuck, you feel so good, I’m going to- where should I-”

“Inside me, please.”

“Are you sure?”

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes. “Please cum inside me, daddy.”

He swore again, his grip on your wrist and chin tightening painfully and you felt him release inside you. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you allowed yourself to catch your breath.

A moment later, he reopened his eyes, hands loosening their grip on you, but not releasing you fully. His eyes searched your face.

“Was that alright, malishka?” he asked.

“More than alright,” you breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

“Good,” he said, letting go of your face. “Because I’m not done with you yet. Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath. I’m not as young as I once was.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you said, bring your hand up to stroke his jawline. “Your stamina seems pretty good to me.”

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Notes: Stay tuned tomorrow for a smutty sequel to my Tangerine (Bullet Train) x reader soulmate AU There’s Always Time For Second Guesses (I Don’t Wanna Know)

#dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov x you #dmitri antonov smut #enzo x reader #sequels week 2025

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