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toxycodone · 7 hours ago

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you should most definitely do a ‘dad’ curly body inspection fic,,, I mean whart who said that…

ship. captain curly x favorite crewmate reader

cw. power imbalance, fauxcest, you call curly “dad” but he’s not your dad.

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, really. You know Curly would brush off any protest from you. Anya’s busy with something. Apparently Daisuke slipped, fell, almost sent a nail straight through his foot—you didn’t pay much attention to the excuse. What followed after was what caught your favor.

“And to help her avoid getting behind schedule, I offered to conduct your body inspection in Nurse Anya’s place.”

You remember yours eyes widening in disbelief. It seemed like a joke at first. A weird one at that, but not something you’d put behind him.

“Guess you should call me Nurse Curly, huh?” He winks to punctuate the sentence.

And so it wasn’t a joke.

You’re here now. In his quarters, of all places. It’s definitely bigger than the broom closet Pony Express is legally obligated to provide you with as room and board, but not much so. Definitely less than captain-like.

“So,” He claps his hands together, smile bright as ever. “Shall we get started?”

Your captain’s eyes are bright, shining with enthusiasm. The predatory gleam that hides beneath them doesn’t go unmissed.

You simply nod. You’ve been here before, done this before. Anya’s inspections aren’t extremely invasive. Mainly just to ensure you’re in proper working order. Pony Express doesn’t take any chances when it comes to personal health as they want to avoid lawsuits, but also, any notation you’re unable to complete your tasks gives them excuse to dock credits.

They’re a necessary part of your routine health checkups. Nothing to be afraid of. Honestly, having Curly conducting it is good, right? Maybe even better than Anya, when you really think about it. He’s the most trustworthy one on the ship. The one who’s almost like family. It still feels awkward calling him dad the way he likes, but it’s starting to grow on you. You can trust him. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

“This is just a routine checkup. Don’t think too hard about it.” He’s putting on those blue latex gloves. He must be serious about this. “I know it’s unorthodox for me to conduct this, but it’s a favor for Anya. Captain’s gotta fill in to keep this ship running properly, y’know?”

You hums in agreement. He takes a few steps forward. You never really realized just how large Curly is. His presence is imposing, a stark contrast from his personality. The sheer closeness of him is intimating. You wonder if he notices that too.

He then asks for you to take off your shirt. You oblige. Hesitation shoots through your fingertips, but it’s brushed away by a shake of the head. This is typical. Routine. With shaky fingers, you relinquish the garment.

Curly seems to drink in the sight of the newly exposed skin. Or is he just studying it? Doing his job? That’s it.

Your captain seems to notice the way you shuffle awkwardly under his gaze. He places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting smile.

“It’s okay to be embarrassed. I know it’s awkward, but it’ll be over before you know it.”

You nod. Then he steps closer, curiously eyeing your chest. His hands reach out to touch you, only hesitating for a split second, before ghosting up your ribcage. You hold back and noises. Anya touches you too, this isn’t odd, per se. However, it’s usually with you lying on a medical bed. And with a medical gown on, at least.

She also doesn’t smile in satisfaction like that. Your eyes don’t linger on Curly’s face long.

He has the audacity to be demure at first, maiming some guise that this contact is supposed to be professional. His hands prod your sides, then your stomach area.

“Is there any pain when I touch you here?” Finally, there’s a line ripped from Anya’s script. “Or any pain elsewhere I should be aware of?”

You shake your head, then give a brief answer. Curly nods, then moves to take a couple notes on the clipboard set on at his desk.

There’s a sense of relief at the back of your mind, happy he’s taking this seriously.

He moves on. Now Curly’s hand move up your ribcage again, cupping your chest, thumbs stroking over your areolas and nipples—causing them to harden at the contact.

Your cheeks flush. Good God, your captain should not be touching you like this. Anya has never done this. And you shouldn’t be fucking enjoying it, either. You jump when he gives one a flick.

Curly seems to notice this. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Seems your reflexes are in good shape.”

Well, there goes any notion that this is purely professional. He gives a last squeeze to your chest, then removes his hands. Curly takes a couple steps back, then starts to circle around you.

“Your pants.” He makes the request almost sheepishly. “Can’t keep those on, unfortunately…” You want believe his shyness, that he wants to preserve your modesty, but he just can’t. It’s out of his hands. But that would be too obvious a lie.

You shuffle those off too. His presence is behind you now, his eyes definitely glued to your ass and thighs. He is, however, scribbling something down on a clipboard. So he has to be doing some sort of work, right?

“Underwear, too.”

Wait. What?

You glance over your shoulder at him, brow raised in confusion. This isn’t part of routine, and you’re not dumb enough to fall for it. Curly’s still standing there, smiling as if he didn’t say anything remotely weird.

“Just being thorough.” He answers before you can ask. “Do it for your captain’s sake? Please?”

Curly’s choice in words is particular. He doesn’t often feel the need to flex his title as captain, but he’ll pull rank when need be. This is one of those times. An indirect reminder of who’s the one with power here.

And so, you oblige. Fingers link under the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down. You’re exposed fully in front of him now. After a few seconds of silence (which you’re sure is spent by Curly committing your body to memory), he places a hand on your shoulder, urging you towards his neatly made bed.

“On the bed, please.”

You’re sat down before you can protest. Curly pushes you onto your back, slowly guiding your thighs open.

There? Of all places, he’s looking there? Panic shoots through you, and it’s not just because there’s a grown man taking advantage of his role getting on eye level with your pussy. It’s the fact he’s going to notice just how wet you are.

His pupils dilate when he gets full view of you. Your thighs are spread wide open by Curly’s thick, gloved fingers. They’re warm despite the barrier and press into the supple flesh. The way he grabs you is as if he’s trying to restrain himself.

Curiosity beckons him on. Still ensuring your thighs are pressed open, Curly allows one hand to delve between your thighs and explore.

He cups your mound with unexpected gentleness, relishing the warmth. You have to hold yourself back from grinding against his hand. Wetness leaks out of your hole at the contact. It’s sick. Totally embarrassing how you’re dying to felt up by your captain, as dubiously consenting as it is. You close your eyes, an attempt at avoiding any eye contact Curly might sneak in.

One thumb carefully traces up your slit. A breathy gasp is elicited from your lips. Curly’s own breathing, the only sound in the room you can make out aside from the ship’s constant humming, is shaky. His thumb gathers wetness without even needing to press into you. Your clit twitches at the contact, causing your hole to flutter, clenching around nothing.

God, you hope he notices. Hope he slides a finger in. Fuck all the professionalism, the way he tries to mask his feelings for you by constantly infantilizing your and calling you his family. You want to feel those thick digits spreading you open. Then his cock, which you’re sure is far more girthy. Maybe if you took him down to the base, rode him like he deserved, he’d see you for the grown up you really are. Could he still call you kiddo after you made him moan your name and milked him dry? You doubt it.

“Alright, I think we’re done here.” Curly retreats from your form, as if you suddenly combust into flames. “You can go now.”

Huh?

You snap from your fantasies, looking up at Curly. His broad back is facing you now, hunched over as he picks up your clothing. You’re clouded by a mix of feelings—relief, confusion, anticipation for more—but you start to dress as he asked. Something sits wrong in your stomach about all this, but you’re unsure if it’s nausea or butterflies.

“I think we’re all done here. I’m gonna write up that report for Anya.” He ushers you out of his quarters with a sense of urgency. The delusional part of you admires how serious he takes his work, but that unmistakeable tent in his pants alludes to this inspection being cut for less professional reasons.

“See you at dinner, kiddo.”

And you’re back in the hallway, left alone with your thoughts.

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et6rnalsunshine · 1 day ago

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࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ avoidance (chris sturniolo)

⭑ soph's note. second post hi. idk how i feel about this, ive never written something like this so hopefully it's not that bad.... also, thank you for almost 70 followers already and the likes on my last blurb, appreciate the love so much ♡

"is this what we do now? have sex, and not speak about it?" you ask, the question hanging heavy in the air as you look over to chris, who pauses his actions on his phone. he stays silent, not responding, but you knew he had heard you. you look away from him, sighing quietly as you glance around the slight darkness of the bedroom. you were tired of opening yourself up to chris, just for him to push you away.

"what?" he responds after a moment, looking over to you, but he knew what you meant.

you scoff slightly, looking over to him and sitting up slightly on the bed, "you know what i mean, chris." you had tried to talk to him. over and over, but it was like a wall had been built between you. one that felt impossible to break down.

"what 'd you do that for?" he murmurs, still staring blankly at his phone. you furrow your brows at his stupid question, opening your mouth to speak before he interrupts you. "make things into a big deal, i mean. why do you want to keep complicating things?" he looks over to you, setting his phone down.

"do what? i don't want to complicate things," you correct him, slight frustration bubbling up. "i just wanna talk, chris. can't we just talk, for once? you don't get to push me away like this. it isn't fair."

things were complicated, sure, they always were with chris. in the beginning, it felt like everything was falling into place. his words were sweet, wrapped in promises, ones that lingered even after he said them. for a while, those words felt like enough. even if there was no label on your relationship, it was enough. but then, slowly, something began to shift. it's like he realized how close he was getting to you, and immediately started pushing you away emotionally. the way his gaze would linger on you, but never quite meet your eyes. he was always there, always close, but never really there. not anymore.

every time you showed him the parts of yourself that you kept hidden from everyone else, he would pull back a little more, retreating into himself. you had began to wonder if maybe, you were the problem. if your presence was too much, too heavy for him. but it wasn't. you weren't the problem.

the silence stretched between you after you spoke. the air felt thick as he sighed at your words. no, it wasn't fair. but that didn't matter to him, did it? you could feel it—his avoidance. it was a feeling you had grown familiar to when it came to chris.

"seriously, chris. i'm tired of acting like everything's fine." you speak again, needing him to talk to you, to at least give it some acknowledgement. you look over to him, silently begging him to open up, to say anything. instead, he looks down at his hands, his expression unreadable.

his words full of affection, promises that were never quite fulfilled, had turned into nothing more than distant echoes. you had been vulnerable with him, you had opened yourself up in ways you hadn’t with anyone else, and yet, it was like he was too afraid to let you see him as he really was. you wanted to be there for him. you wanted to show him that you cared, that your care for him was beyond lust. that you weren't going anywhere. but he wasn't letting you in. and you realized, maybe he wasn't going to. maybe he couldn't—no. maybe he didn't want to.

and so, you sat there, both of you in that dimly lit bedroom. two people who had once been so close, but now felt like strangers. you hear chris let out a heavy sigh, meeting your eyes for a moment before getting up from the bed.

"where are you going?" you ask, disappointed as you once again had no answer to the questions lingering in your mind. you watch, a frown plastered on your face as he grabs his car keys and phone from the bedside table.

"are we seriously talking about this again?" he huffs to himself, running a hand through his hair before answering your question, "i just need to clear my head. ill be back," he mumbles before leaving you there, the bedroom door left open as you hear his footsteps retreating and eventually the faint hum of his car driving away.

you were left with nothing but your thoughts, the quiet hum of the ac, and the weight of something that never quite blossomed.

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filmtv2022 · 6 hours ago

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Part II: Our Time is Limited (18+)

Part One

Pairing: Geta x reader & platonic!Caracalla x reader

Synopsis: Geta and you deal with the aftermath of Caracalla's outburst, finding comfort in each other. Not only is there Caracalla's illness to attend to, but those who surround the emperors are growing more and more weary of their reign. As loyalty wanes, so does the inner circle's patience with your ever-constant presence and the emperors' hot tempers. With so much at stake the balance between keeping the peace and protecting those you love becomes muddy.

Warnings: sexual activity/smut + alcohol consumption + wounds/wound care

A/N: Well, this took a while to write, and I feel like there is more I want to add to this story. So, be on the lookout for part 3 (There may even be a few more parts if it continues to be well received)! I truly cannot say how thankful I am for the response to part 1. I felt the love for sure! So thank you to everyone who read that and has stuck with me here! And as always, please forgive me for any and all mistakes. We're going for a "fun" time... not always a historically accurate time!

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No light apart from the moon illuminated the grand bed chamber of the emperor upon your waking. Depending on how it was considered, the hour was either incredibly early or late. No sound could be heard from the hall or the open balcony. The silence should have been comforting, but a nagging pit in your stomach kept you from returning to sleep. A chill had collected in the air. Reprieve from its sting came in the form of Geta’s study frame tangled with yours beneath the luscious sheets. His body produced heat like a raging fire whose flames were fed with rage and the desperate clamber for power.

His protective warmth painted your skin in a heavy flush. Your head tipped back to stare at the man whose body melded with yours in a way that surely must have been crafted by the gods. Like this, lost to sleep, Geta’s youth was easy to see. The healthy glow of his unmarred skin was alluring, drawing your hand from under the covers you traced delicate patterns over his toned chest. Tension in your hip forced you to adjust yourself. Shifting your weight, you accidentally brushed the wound on your cheek. The sudden flash of fresh pain rippled in erratic shocks down the tender column of your throat causing you to hiss. Beside you, Geta stirred in his sleep.

Uncomfortable and fighting back the multitude of possibilities that flooded your mind, you gave in to the reality that returning to sleep was growing less and less likely. Prone to fitful sleep, even with the sedative, Caracalla was sure to begin fighting his forced slumber sooner rather than later. As carefully as you could, you tried to extricate yourself from Geta’s embrace. You’d managed to free your bare thighs from between his own when the groggy grumble of his voice stopped you cold.

“Where are you going?” He reached for you, hauling you back before finally opening his eyes. Your chest sat flush with his, and your good cheek rested on him, as his feather-light touch sought any part of you he could reach. The shapes he drew were hypnotizing, jumbling the words in your head. Concerned by your lack of reply, Geta rolled you on your back, allowing him to see your entire face as he rested his weight over part of your body. “It’s early. Stay with me a few hours more.”

“You know as well as I do the fickle nature of the sedative. I do not wish for him to wake alone. He can be… He can be so scared and lost without a familiar face to ground him when he comes to.” Messy strands of hair stuck to his forehead, tempting you to fix them. With a ghosting touch, you brushed them away from his face. The rich hue of his eyes followed your every move.

“And you will be there when he needs you, but that is not now. For now, I need you… here… in my bed.” He followed his thought with the trail lips between your breasts. Each graze was accompanied by a tender bite, leaving behind more evidence of the night only he’d be blessed enough to see. Geta continued to move lower, tasting every inch of skin he could find before pausing to look back at you through hooded lids. The arch of your spine sent heat washing over him.

Struggling to breathe properly, you reached for any part of him you could find. The flare of pleasure that overtook you as Geta came closer to where you wanted him was blinding. With eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t keep the huff of laughter from escaping as you spoke, “You are insatiable, emperor.”

Nipping at your hipbone he murmured against flushed skin. “I am making up for lost time.” Threading your deft fingers through his messy copper locks, you gripped at the root and tugged roughly earning you a delicious hum. Geta's focus became entirely on drawing those delicious noises from you once more, and to that end he was successful. Gooseflesh ran over your body as chilled air drifted all around. With nothing between you and the emperor, you fell completely to his mercy and desire.

Geta’s shoulders dipped lower allowing him to wrap one defined arm around your thigh while the other explored the marks he’d created earlier. From his position, he could feel the way your body quaked under his touch. The power he had over you with just the help of his tongue and calloused fingers threw every unwanted thought and worry to the side. This was all he wanted, all he’d ever desired. What once remained fantasy was now freely given.

A particularly well-placed kiss had you rolling your hips searching for more. Geta’s teasing no longer satisfied the well of lust that threatened to drown you alive. On instinct, your hold tightened, hauling a rumbling groan from him that nearly eclipsed the pitful whimper in which you begged.

“Geta… Please…”

Skimming along your body with his own, he felt the buttery expanse of your skin. Your pebbled breasts pressed into his chest as his breath ghosted in your ear. “Use your words, tell me what you crave.”

“I want you. I want to feel-.” You were cut off by the drag of his fingertips along your most sensitive of skin. The nerves there fired in quick succession, leaving you to focus on the journey his mouth took along the slope of your shoulder. Unsatisfied, yearning for the weight of him, you reached between you. The fragile strength of your trembling fingers wrapped around his cock. Rolling your wrist, Geta shivered. His hips twitched ruining his self-control.

“Then you shall have me.” Were it not for his desperation to fulfill your every wish, he could have stayed like this and let you bring him to his release with just the delectable skill of your hand. Without fanfare, Geta moved quickly, the firm press of him hard against your core had you moaning in anticipation. His lips captured yours in a devouring kiss pulling the focus from the pressure that built as he pressed into you. Your plush walls spasmed in time with the roll of his hips into your own. Tongues and teeth clashed in a fight for control. Even here, where he felt the most vulnerable as if his soul was laid bare for you to consume, he clung to the power that acted as a crutch in his daily life. But the fight was a losing battle.

Geta’s eye fluttered shut, closing him off from you as he buried his countenance into the crook of your neck, and that simply wouldn’t do. You knew this part of him, the boy, now man, that retreated inside himself when things grew too much. The bold and confident facade he put on for the public was a disguise that few had been able to decipher... apart from you. Tenderly, you traced the length of his spine, paying attention to the way he shuddered under your touch. Much softer than before, you wound your fingers through his hair while guiding his brow to your own.

“Look at me. Do not hide from me now.” Your words enveloped him, easing him back to the present and away from whatever tried to steal him from you. Carefully Geta met your eyes. Their normal severity was absent, replaced with the soft haze of adoration.

“I love you.” The tender confession tumbled from your lips, and the truth of it shattered the last vestiges of the barrier that ran between you. All walls had been abandoned. The steady snap of his thrusts brought the pair of you closer to oblivion. Together you fell, the steady crash of energy over every nerve filled the space with heady moans of pleasure.

Too soon for your liking the moment waned, leaving you breathless and weak beneath him. Geta rested his weight along his forearms to prevent crushing you. From his position, he watched a new line of crimson spill down your cheek. The sight of it brought a flood of unwanted emotions swirling in his stomach.

“You're bleeding again.” His voice wobbled with exhaustion and worry. The thick pad of his thumb brushed away the evidence, smearing the dried blood from hours before with the bright hue of that which flowed currently. From this proximity, Geta got a truer picture of your condition. Deep patches of black and purple bloomed across your cheek and brow, but that was not what fumbled the rhythm of his heart.

The hidden outline of fingers around the base of your throat undid him. Masked by the layer of dried ichor that coated your throat he saw the depth of his brother’s illness. Never had he imagined Caracalla would be capable of hurting you in this way. The slice of a blade had been beyond reason, but his hand around your throat… that was unconscionable.

Rage burned hot, the flare of his nostrils timed with the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he tried to calm himself. You knew without a doubt the thoughts that sped through his mind. Anger, disbelief, sorrow but most of fury. “I will never let him lay his hands upon you again.”

“Please, don’t make promises you can’t keep, Geta.” Something new flashed in his eyes as he looked down at you, and the sight of it broke tender and soft. “Even you cannot keep me safe from him, not entirely. I want to believe that everything wrong about our lives will right itself in time, but that is a childish, fool-hardy thought. Even you cannot deny that.”

“Why? This is… what we share… Why cannot we find a way out of this mess together? Shouldn’t we be allowed happiness?” The same reasoning from the night before returned. A pitiful well of dampness pooled at the corners of his eyes. The dejected young man who looked to others for reassurance in everything he did bore himself to you fully. “I can keep you safe. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You reached for him, pulling his lips to yours in a sympathetic and calming embrace. It lasted just long enough for his breathing to settle and his mind to slow. Gently, Geta shifted his weight away from your body giving you space to recover. Torn from his steadying presence, you rolled onto your side following him with your gaze as he slipped from the bed. He pulled a robe from the floor and wrapped it around himself. Exhaustion crossed your vision and dulled your mind, lulling you closer to sleep. Only the gentle clink of glass against glass kept you from falling away entirely.

Geta returned to you quickly, his hands full of what appeared to be vials of acetum and honey, two clean cloths resting over his wrist. Finding a spot to deposit the vials on the bed, he took one of the rags. With some hesitation, he reached between your plush thighs, wiping away the mess the pair of you'd made. The sudden jolt of your hips as he reached your core slowed his hand, easing the strength with which he worked. Your weight settled back into the plush sheets as he finished and discarded the cloth upon the flood.

“Sit up.” His words were tender, holding none of the desperation from before. Following his command, you lifted yourself from the comfort of the bed, the sheets crumpled further under your movement. Geta’s eyes raked over your body, admiring the swell of your bare breasts and the curve of your waist. A glint of something more akin to lust was shown briefly before he settled into the space next to you. With practiced care and thoughtful hands, the emperor cleansed your wounds and removed the remnants of dried blood. Your focus never left his face as he worked. Instead, you took the time to memorize the tug of concentration between his brows. Deep lines formed there creating a picture of what was to come, of an older Geta, of an emperor marked by the passage of time. You prayed the gods would favor you, for that was a vision you prayed to see in person.

“There, that’s better.” Geta twisted to discard the vials and cloth upon the nearby stand. “Come, let us sleep. The day is sure to be long enough without the edge of weariness dulling our minds.”

Slowly, you sank back into each other’s arms, your bodies together in perfect harmony as sleep overtook the pair of you.

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Fresh morning light seeped into the sea of curtains around the bed chamber. Were it not for the pressing knaw of anxiety, you’d have happily stayed curled in Geta’s arms. But that was not a possibility. Knowing that time was running short to return to Caracalla before he woke, you extricated yourself from the comfort of your lover's embrace.

The marble was startlingly cold beneath your feet forcing you to work quickly to find your discarded robe. The memory of the night before was stunningly clear making it easy to find your blood-stained clothes. Stooping, you grabbed the creamy fabric, shoving your arms inside before tying it tightly around your waist.

You chanced a glance over your shoulder at Geta who was still peaceful in his bed. Without further hesitation, you disengaged the lock and made your way into the mostly empty hall. Only two guards remained posted to protect the emperor. Thankfully, the comings and goings of women from Geta’s chamber were nothing new. Your presence there may have been different from the norm, but it was hardly shocking given the previous night’s difficulties.

Your bare footsteps, pounded down the hallway toward Caracalla, praying to the gods that you’d find him asleep. Rounding the corner, you watched as the guards parted to allow you into the room. There were no questions or need to exchange words, this room had been your home for more than a decade. Not a soul would question your presence inside.

Caracalla’s living quarters were nearly as extravagant as his brothers. The only strange addition was that of his pet monkey who sat alert on the table, gnawing at the fresh fruit that had been placed there the night before for his consumption. Dundus chirped at your arrival, announcing it to his still-slumbering owner. Curled in a ball on his side, the emperor lay oddly upon the covers.

There was nothing comfortable or dignified about how he was left. With soft steps, you made your way to him. His chest rose and fell in shallow waves marking the hold the medication still had upon his mind. Much the same as his brother, he looked far younger in sleep, and yet with Caracalla, the evidence of his poor health would never fully disappear. The sores on his face had broken through the remnants of the makeup on his tear-stained cheeks. A measure of guilt flooded your veins, churring the acid in your empty stomach and forcing you into action.

Beside the vanity sat a pitcher of clean water and a rag you’d readied before things fell apart the previous evening. It had become your nightly ritual to clean Caracalla’s face of the day’s makeup before covering each mark upon his skin with acetum and honey. It kept the bond between you strong as you were the only person he allowed to care for him in that way.

Coming face to face with the mirror, you did your best to avoid your reflection, but ignoring it was nearly impossible. Your fingers wrapped around the pitcher as you poured it into the empty bowl that sat in the center of the flat surface. The motion was done on instinct giving you time to assess your injuries personally.

A deep purple swath had formed around your eye, seeping down below the slash that marked your cheekbone. The bruise throbbed with every flick of your eye, but it was the deep cut that truly pained you. A thin line of dried blood sat in the wound creating a gruesome visage. Nothing could hide the terrifying mark of the fingers that had closed around your throat before the final attack. Even in the light of day, you could feel their presence as though the hand remained heavy against you.

Glancing dead ahead into the mirror, the most terrifying part of all was not the injuries, it was not knowing who would wake up and rejoin the world when Caracalla rose. The pitcher clanked against the stone as you sat it down to grab the cloth. Dampening the thin fabric, you wrung it out and collected the vial of acetum and jar of honey to soothe his sores before returning to the emperor. There was just enough space on the edge of the bed for you to sit near his head. With gentle strokes, you cleansed his face, being sure to give extra care to spots of broken skin. Free of the mask, the progression of his illness became more apparent. Using the same rag, you dabbed the acetum on each of the marks before following with the golden liquid in the hope that it would provide some relief.

It took only minutes for you to finish caring for the emperors’s needs, but it felt like an eternity. Part of you hoped he would wake as you worked but another part of you prayed he would continue to rest. Discarding the rag and other supplies nearby, you found yourself gravitating toward Caracalla’s slumbering frame. A deep ache radiated deep in your soul, gripping you tightly in an unrelenting hold. No matter how far he’d fallen, no matter the faults of his mind, this man would forever be yours. He’d forever be the one who captured your heart first and for that, you were eternally grateful.

The bridge of your nose burned as you fell into his presence. The clean scent of his robes mixed with the bitter tang of wine that clung to him. Fearful of letting him go, you wrapped an arm around his side and hauled yourself close. Your fists twisted into the flowing fabric at his back as you hid your face in his chest. Shrouded in him, your lungs hitched, tears streamed in searing lines down your cheeks, stinging the raw skin around your wound. But that was secondary to the hole that grew in your heart every time you allowed yourself to contemplate Caracalla's remaining time.

Hours slipped away unnoticed, leaving the pair of you to while away the minutes in each other’s arms. In time, the gods must have favored your first desire, for as the blinding rays of early morning crept toward midday, Caracalla stirred beside you. Uncertain of what was to come, you kept your visage concealed.

“Good morning, my love. How does the new day find you?” Your voice trembled with worry as you watched him push to sit beside you. A hazy fog slowed his mind and his speech, forcing you to be patient as he reached out to touch your cheek. His brows pulled together in concern at the sight. The soft brush of his fingertips over the cut sent fresh lances of hurt zinging down your neck. Still silent, Caracalla watched the way you recoiled from him before attempting to speak.

“You are injured. Who hurt you?” There was so much innocence in his eyes. Without question, there was no memory of the previous night, and for that you were thankful. Caracalla knowing that he’d caused you this pain would have done nothing but burden an already fragile man with more turmoil.

You shook your head, hoping to shove off the worry as best you could. “No one hurt me. I decided to venture to the baths after too much wine. I lost my footing and slipped. It is my fault.” With what little strength you could muster, you sat up fully beside him.

“Does it hurt terribly?” He took your hand and held it in his lap.

“No, not terribly.” Your free hand rose to hold his cheek, “I promise.” Quiet fell over the pair you allowing Caracalla to trace the map of bruises that marred your neck. Even he noticed the odd shape of the marks low upon your throat. You could see the thought teeter on his lips for a moment before the words tumbled from him so childlike and sincerely. Nearly the same words his brother had spoken to you just hours earlier.

“I will always protect you, you must know that.” He held your gaze tightly in his, running his thumb over the back of your hand while he waited for you to respond.

“I do. I do.” And the falsehood of your reply brought fresh tears to your eyes. Despite the many factors that stood between you and the happy life you'd once thought possible with Caracalla, you loved him beyond reason. Even though you were losing your best friend in real-time to an illness that was as mysterious in its origin as in its timeline of destruction, you trusted him. He’d stood by your side, welcoming you into the fray all those years ago. Never did he shame your lack of knowledge about the way things in the upper crust of Roman society worked. He was a good man at his core.

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Chaos had taken over Caracalla’s chamber as the day’s newest adventures in the Colosseum grew nearer. Dressed in an opulent stola, you chanced a glance at the fiery-haired many who sat behind you. Nearly done being dressed, only a crown of laurels remained. Seated in a low chair, he fiddled with the jewelry that adorned his hands and neck. Taking advantage of his distraction, and unable to ignore the desire to be near him, you made your way across the cavernous room to Caracalla. Stepping between his legs you reached back to grab the golden crown in your delicate fingers. With great care you placed it upon his head, fixing his disheveled hair as it poked out in awkward angles. From his spot, he watched in awe, his eyes never leaving your face.

“There, now you are ready to face your adoring public. May the gods make their will known in the arena this day.” You stooped to place a gentle kiss on the middle of his forehead. The gesture was one of trust and friendship.

Overwhelmed, you stood upright and took a step back from the emperor. You’d only just begun to turn around when a gentle hand clasped around your wrist forcing you to turn back to Caracalla. His voice was barely more than a whisper as he spoke to you, “Promise you’ll stay with me.”

“Always.” Caracalla brought your knuckles to his lips before letting you go.

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The journey to the arena was relatively short. Inside the emperor’s box, the brothers took their seats and were followed in by General Acacius and Lucilla. You watched from the back, observing the pair with keen eyes and a skeptical mind. The two seemed stiff and out of place, their eyes shifting from side to side as though they were about to crawl out of their skin. Pressured to speak, the general stood before the cheering crowd, commanding attention, but something about his words left you feeling ill. The look on his face as he turned around to join his wife was enough to confirm your suspicion. Something was wrong. Long past were the days when Rome’s general was faithful without question to the throne. And now had come the time when enemies were around every corner, to be found most slyly in the people who were meant to be trusted confidantes.

Commotion filled the arena pulling your attention away from Acacius and Lucilla and permitting you to step into the space between Geta and Caracalla. Chancing a glance at each of them you found Geta’s eyes were already on you, following your approach like a hawk. He raked over your frame, admiring the way the fabric draped over your body, and followed the swell of your chest. Not wanting to risk unwanted attention, you met his gaze for only a moment before turning to engage with Caracalla. A guileless smile turned the corners of his lips as his high-pitched laughter bounced through the air.

Trusting in the power of the gods, you watched with rapt attention as the foreign gladiator made a fool of the man from the emperor’s stables. Spared by the gods the man tempted fate before ending the fight altogether. Blood pooled beneath the decapitated fighter, painting the sandy ground in a sickening shade of red.

With the fight over, everyone of note retreated inside where the festivities were sure to continue late into the night. Yet, as you turned to make your way across the room, you noticed the look on Lucilla’s face. She held firmly to the bundle of lavender propped beneath her nose, her face was pale as though the life had been drained from her veins. Her eyes darted from Acacius to the young gladiator that stalked across the sand toward the fighter’s cells. There was a hint of something more there that you failed to place, but it did little to settle your growing suspicions.

Unable to address it at this moment, you trained your attention back on Caracalla who was chatting away about the fight, retelling the tale to those around him as though they hadn’t just watched it unfold. Stepping into his side, you laced your arm through his, holding tightly to his bicep, and tucked yourself into him. Geta, caught in a conversation with some verbose senator, tracked your movement toward his brother noticing every detail of you. His concern grew stronger as he watched you press your nose into the voluminous material of his brother’s elaborate toga hiding your countenance before pressing onto your toes to whisper in the emperor’s ear. A chaste peck was placed upon his brother’s cheek, earning you a wondrous grin.

Caracalla nodded, before letting you fall away from his side. The young man turned back to the small group that had formed around him and continued his elaborate story. With his blessing, you were free to pick your way through the crowd toward the plethora of wine and food that covered the table at the center of the room. Admiring the choices, you meandered your way from one end to the other sampling every dried fruit and cured meat before settling on a deliciously dark cup of wine. The steady throb in your cheek had you wish for something a bit more potent than alcohol, but alas, that would have to wait.

Refilling your nearly empty glass, you wandered the space, keeping a keen eye on both Caracalla and Geta. Each remained wrapped in conversation but their demeanors couldn’t be more dissimilar. Where Caracalla continued his lively storytelling, basking in the unwavering attention of his growing entourage, Geta’s face grew increasingly pinched at whatever meaningless drivel the senators believed required the prompt and full attention of him alone. You knew this has become commonplace, the passing over of Caracalla when discussing politics, and yet it rolled your stomach to see it happening so blatantly in public.

Finished with your lap, you swooped by the table to collect another glass of wine. On a mission to relieve Geta of his trap, you made your way to him, confidently plucking your way through the sea of people. You could feel the burn of jealous and questioning eyes on you. Your presence amongst these circles had become expected long ago and yet it never prevented people from casting judgment upon you. The tender mark upon your face only added fuel to the fire, giving the people exactly what they wanted… more about which to gossip about.

You closed the last few paces between you and Geta, reveling in the horrified look on the senator's face as you reached for the emperor’s shoulder. Gently, you placed a hand on him, drawing his attention away. “Here, some wine, to fortify your political endeavors.” Ignoring the hanging jaws and scoffs of the other men you carefully handed Geta the drink soaking in the entrancing way his eyes seemed to glow in the light. Their depth fell away to a brighter almost amber hue. But it was not just his gaze that held the knot in your chest, but the emotion that sat heavy in every fiber of his being.

Desire darkened across his face as he memorized the stillness of your features. Geta’s ringed fingers brushed your own bare skin, taking far longer than was necessary to receive the beverage from you. A distinct cough of indignation erupted from one of the older politicians forcing you to step back. Geta gave a slight nod, silently passing you permission to fall away knowing that he judged you not for wanting to escape the calloused opinions of those he was forced to surround himself with. The swish of your stola accented your departure. Behind you, the conversation returned in hushed tones, but the swell of the crowd did little to mask the biting words.

“That woman has grown far to forward with you and your brother, Geta. It appears it may be time to let her go, and replace her with someone more docile… refined. Perhaps now the pair of you should consider proper marriages, for the future of Rome.” The old man’s voice croaked grating into the momentary silence that fell after he finished speaking.

With your back turned to Geta you were unable to see the vicious sneer that came over the emperor’s face. Far enough away now, his words were lost to the crowd in which you disappeared. Only the need to maintain peace for your sake kept him from exploding. A deep breath filled his chest and shook through his nose as he tested the surety of his voice. “That woman belongs to my brother, and to m- to the household. Her actions are neither unexpected nor uncouth. And may I suggest senator, that you keep her out of your filthy whoring mouth or you may find your own midnight wanderings publicized for all to discuss. Am I clear?”

“Yes.” The older man murmured. His eyes dropped to the ground, uncertain of how to proceed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I believe there are others far more worthy of my time to which I must attend.” Geta bowed out hastily, the venom in his voice dripped from every word keeping the other tongues silent.

Heavy footfalls pounded across the stone toward you, following your path away from the crowd in search of temporary solitude. Nearing a quiet alcove, you pressed yourself into the chill of the marble. Exhausted and aching, you felt your legs tremble, forcing you to slump down upon the unforgiving bench that lined the wall. The distant rumbling of the crowd was accented by the approach of another. Unsure of what to say, you let your eyes fall shut, keeping out the world around you, and perhaps buying you some time to come to grips with your thoughts.

The steps slowed, and yet you didn’t bother to open your eyes. “You mustn’t listen to them. They are feeble-minded old men. They matter matter not.” Geta spoke, hoping you would look at him.

Concern masked as anger flashed hot over your nerves, forcing you to stand and crowd into his space. Your open palms found his chest, shoving his sturdy frame away as you worked to control your volume. “You cannot say those things, Geta. You need them, whether you care for that reality or not. Without the Senate, Rome is nothing. In a heartbeat, they have you and your brother deposed. There are snakes in the water, Geta. Do not let your loose tongue be what brings about your ruin!”

Geta’s hand came to hold your wrists in place against him, the feeling of your touch the only thing that kept him from giving into the dizzying spin of his head. “What are you saying?! You of all people-”

“I’m saying take great care with what you say and to whom you say. There are those within your inner circle who wish to see you and Caracalla fall, no matter how that happens. The ends would justify the means in their eyes. The senators are only part of your problem.” You choked on the end of your confession, the reality heavy in your chest.

Geta’s hold on you changed. One hand skimmed along your curves finding home at the nip of your waist while the other cupped your injured cheek, tipping your face to his. “Do not be afraid. Tell me what you know.”

“I’m not afraid, not for myself. But for you and Caracalla… that is an entirely different story. And as far as what I know... it is nothing, it has to be nothing. Just my anxious mind getting the better of me.”

“Do not keep this inside, it will only eat away at you.” He spoke deeply, understanding the truth behind what he’d spoken despite often leaving this advice alone for himself.

“You expect more of me than of yourself when it comes to honesty.” Lingering frustration gave way to weariness. Struggling to keep yourself together, you rested your brow against Geta's chest. The silk of his clothing soothed your nerves. Held carefully in his arms, you could feel the feather-light touch of his lips as he kissed your temple.

“Nothing gets past you.” A soft smile wrapped around his words. Pressed together in the relative seclusion you'd managed to find, Geta inhaled the warm scent of wine and perfume that swirled around you. The beautiful bouquet went to his head, adding to the hazy buzz he cultivated through a touch too much to drink.

"Pay no mind to the anxious ramblings of a palace whore. I know little of what I fear. I should never have voiced my concern, it is not my place. Forgive me." You kept your face buried in the elaborate folds of his toga, letting the sturdiness of him continue to calm your body.

"Do not call yourself that." Geta leaned back, forcing you to look at him. Tenderly, he held your face, taking extra care to avoid your wound. "You are not. You never have been."

"No, I am. They are right. A real marriage. A wife… children… a son to bear the family name. That is what you both need. What you deserve."

"You are avoiding your worry. Deflecting. You may speak freely with me, you know this. There are no others here to judge or condemn. You have my ear and my heart." Geta captured your mouth with his, earning him the ghost of a whimper. Breaking away before things could escalate, he waited patiently for your response. "Now tell me what you fear so that I may carry that burden with you."

"I will not speak of it here. Not where prying eyes and ears shift all around. I know the palace is no better when it comes to the fiery spread of rumors and lies, but this place… it thrives on blood. It screams for it. It makes me ill. Not here. Meet me tonight, at the baths. I promise… I will share everything."

You reached for Geta, needing to feel him close once more. Slotting your lips together, you felt the fine strands of his hair between your fingers.

"Tonight." He mumbled against your lips.

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A Song for Believing

As promised, here is the next chapter of my Rookanis fic, Say My Name (Say it Twice). This is one of my favorites so far, so I hope you love it as much as I do!

Lucanis couldn’t sleep. An interesting feeling, considering he was usually trying to avoid unconsciousness. But tonight he felt restless, and the thought of sitting up all night in the pantry with just his demon and the itch behind his eyes seemed unbearable. So, he took a walk.

It was never dark at the Lighthouse, which was unsettling at best and irritating at worst. After the Ossuary, he’d appreciated the unwavering daylight, but he did miss nights in Treviso. If the endless daylight bothered anyone else, they didn’t let it show. Dinner had been hours ago, and all the others were asleep. The Lighthouse was quiet, and the walk would be peaceful if not for Spite following along, narrating everything he smelled.

Pipe smoke. And wisps. Feathers and oak. And… corruption? The demon gagged as the passed Davrin’s quarters.

Lucanis smirked. It seemed even Spite took issue with the Grey Warden.

Benevolence, Spite growled as they walked by the Caretaker’s workshop, even though it stood empty. So kind. So caring. So. GOOD! Bah!

They kept walking, Spite bounding ahead to avoid any of the Caretaker’s goodness tainting him.

Cheese and sunshine. Green leaves, tender as hearts.

Lucanis wasn’t sure if that was poetic or threatening. Perhaps both.

Old magic. Old. Knowledge! The eighth. The last. Spite looked back at Lucanis. Dangerous.

He already disliked the Archive spirit Bellara kept in her room, but now Lucanis would give it an extra wide berth. And maybe check on Bellara more often.

Inside the library, Lucanis had one foot on the stairs, intending to do a loop around the top level of the room, when Spite flashed into being beside one of the round doors on the main floor. He hadn’t explored much of the Lighthouse, instead keeping to his space or occasionally Bellara’s or Neve’s. Meaning he had no idea where that door led.

Rook! Spite crowed. Campfire and berries. Can smell. Can. Hear!?

Spite was very good at noticing Rook’s presence – Lucanis would have believed she was behind the door even if he hadn’t heard faint music coming from within.

Want. To see. Rook! Spite said. Want. To. LISTEN!

They shouldn’t. After what happened the last time they were alone together, Lucanis wasn’t sure he wanted to face her again on his own.

Embarrassed? Spite inhaled. Afraid. But wants!

Lucanis sighed. The demon was right, he was very intrigued by the sound lilting through the door. The notes were stilted, exploratory, as if the person playing was figuring out the tune as they went.

Rook!

Lucanis took a step closer, and the door rolled away into the wall, revealing a room covered in murals. In the center of the room stood a piano, where Rook sat with her back to the door. She looked over her shoulder with a wince, which quickly turned to surprise as she saw him. And then, a little smile.

“I thought you might be Emmrich coming to tell me to go to bed,” she said.

Spite rushed into the room, sniffing at everything. Smells like paint and sadness, he said. Love found. Then denied. The sweetest regret.

Lucanis stepped further into the room, allowing the door to close behind him. “It is late,” he said.

“And yet, here you are.” She turned back to the keys, placing her fingers carefully.

“I nev–”

“–Never sleep,” she said. “I know.”

Lucanis didn’t miss the strange mix of fondness and bitterness in her voice. So… that almost-kiss had cost him something after all.

“What is this place?” He asked. He walked to the nearest chair and sat beneath a mural of wolves flanking a sword topped with a giant eye.

Rook looked around the room, then shrugged. “I’ve been calling it the music room.” Again, she returned to the keys, her fingers searching out certain notes with care. She didn’t look at him.

Lucanis frowned, but kept his voice soft when he spoke. He didn’t blame her for keeping him at arm’s length. “You’re upset with me.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I’m not upset,” she said.

Spite lifted his head from the crate of cheese he was sniffing. Rook. Lies?

“I’m just…” she frowned down at her hands. “Confused.”

His heart sank at the dejected tone of her voice. It was there because of him. It was his fault, and he had no way to make it better. There was nothing he could say to erase all the near-misses between them. All he could give her was the truth.

“As am I.”

Her head snapped up to look at him, but she said nothing. It seemed she was done filling in his gaps.

Lucanis took a deep breath and clenched his fists to keep from fidgeting. “There are… things I need to deal with before I can…” he shook his head. He still couldn’t bring himself to say it. To admit out loud just how much he cared for her.

She frowned, her brow furrowed over those crystal grace eyes. “You know, Lucanis, you talk a lot about your work.” There was a new frustration in her voice. “About what you need to do. But I still don’t know what you want.”

Want. ROOK! Spite said from across the room.

‘Want’ might be an understatement at this point. And it was still such a foreign concept to him, to want something – someone – for himself. Lucanis had a lifetime of little desires, overshadowed by the demands of his House. His family. These few months in the Lighthouse had opened him up to a new world of desire he’d never once imagined.

He wanted to stay here, with the people he was slowly coming to think of as a new kind of family. He wanted to cook, to feed these people, and know they were cared for. That they would never know hunger.

But more than anything, he wanted Rook. In any and every way possible. He wanted to sate her every desire – be it found in a café, or on a dinner table, or in her bed. He wanted to sleep in her arms and wake to her smiles. He wanted that easy rhythm they’d had in the kitchen, a peaceful echo of the way they moved on the battlefield. He wanted to see how that rhythm weaved its way into every day of their lives.

His pulse thundered and his throat felt tight, but this was a different kind of panic. It wasn’t the frigid cinch of the Ossuary. It was fire and warmth, suffused through every inch of him. He swallowed against the feeling of his heart beating in his throat, and met Rook’s gaze.

Mierda, she could stare down a dragon. He was pinned by her eyes, and he knew she wouldn’t let him go until he answered her.

“Rook, if I could…” he swallowed again, tried again. “I want…” But how did he say this? How could he, when nothing had changed from the other night? He was still a mess of a man, and she still deserved better.

He shook his head. “Forgive me,” he said. “I’m not certain what I wish to say.”

Liar, Spite hissed.

Rook closed her eyes, and though he knew she tried to conceal it, for once he read the disappointment on her face loud and clear.

“For now,” he said, his voice faltering. He stopped, looked down at his feet and blinked back the emotion that had threatened to overflow. “For now, will you play for me?”

They looked at each other for a long moment. He watched as disappointment turned to sadness in her eyes. He watched them shimmer in the pale light of the Fade that streamed through the windows. And then she rolled them and cleared her throat as she looked back at the piano keys.

“I’m not actually any good, you know.” There was that teasing tone to her voice again, and he saw a smirk twist the corner of her mouth.

That tone? Her smirk? They told him that, somehow, impossibly, she understood. She understood what he wanted to say, and understood that he couldn’t. Not yet. They told him that it was okay. That she would wait for him to find his way to her.

Lucanis sat back, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. He didn’t want her to see the fresh wave of emotion gathering there. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, once he knew his voice would be steady.

She snorted at that, but a moment later sound filled the room. The air around him felt warmer with each keystroke, as if the notes carried all the warmth she held for him. The song cradled him, just as he imagined her arms would, and before the song was through Lucanis was asleep.

Warm, sad little notes. Like slices of a heart. Campfire and berries. Salt and coffee. Close. So. CLOSE. But, still so far.

“He wants. You!” We want Rook. Make Rook. Happy!

“I know, Spite.”

“Wants to talk. To touch. To taste!”

“… I know. But you shouldn’t tell me those things.”

“Why not?”

“Because, those are Lucanis’s private thoughts.”

Grrrrrrr. “He won’t say! Too afraid.”

“He will. When he’s ready.”

“How do you know?”

“I guess I don’t, really. But I believe in him. He’ll figure this out.”

“Rook. So good. Kind. Always helps, like Benevolence… but determined, too.”

“More like stubborn.”

“Stubborn! YES! Stubborn is gooooood.”

Rook laughed… Made. Rook. LAUGH?!

“You know, Spite. I asked Lucanis what he wanted–”

“–Wants. YOU.”

“Yeah… I, uh… I got that. But, what do you want?”

“I want. OUT.”

“I know, and we’re trying.”

“No. Lucanis is not. Does not listen.”

“Well, I’m trying. We’ll figure this out.”

“Rook is stubborn. And Rook helps?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmmm.” Want to believe. Rook. Always helps.

“Do you want me to keep playing?”

“… yes.”

“If I do, will you let Lucanis sleep?”

“Ugh. Yes.”

Rook plays, sweet and soft. Notes shimmer. Like eyes when they see each other. A song for believing.

Lucanis woke with a blanket draped over his torso. The music room was empty, with no hint that anyone had played an instrument there in years. For a sleep-addled moment, he almost convinced himself that his conversation with Rook had been a dream. But he was warm, covered by a blanket he had no memory of, and with no hint of a chill in his spine. Spite hadn’t possessed him while he slept.

Rook asked me. Let you. Sleep.

Lucanis sat up with a groan. “And you listened?”

Spite gave a dignified sniff from where he sat at the piano. Rook listens. So I listen. To Rook.

“How considerate of you.”

Spite snarled at that, but said nothing more. He busied himself trying to press the keys, though the instrument made no sound.

Lucanis rubbed at his face, marveling at how good he felt after a full night’s sleep. He’d have to thank her for whatever she’d said to the demon. And maybe see if she could do it again. He stood and folded the blanket, leaving it on the seat of the chair. He hoped he’d have cause to use it again. That maybe, if he was very lucky, she would play for him again.

Things were far from perfect between them. In fact, they were more fragile than ever. And yet… Lucanis couldn’t help feeling oddly hopeful as he stepped out into the library. Just as he couldn’t banish the lilting echo of a piano that played over in his mind.

He would figure this out. He would deal with his family and this demon, and then he would tell Rook exactly how he felt. And then, finally, there would be peace. For the first time, he believed it with his whole heart.

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winchesterwild78 · 9 hours ago

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The Art of Not Saying "I Love You"

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy, Ben x Reader, other characters from The Boys

Warnings: Angst, Ben-cause he’s a warning all by himself, language,

A/N: Sometimes I get my best ideas as I’m falling asleep at night. This one came to me last night as I laid in bed. This one is kind of an enemies to lovers. This is the first chapter of a few, not sure how many yet. You never know with me. 😂 This chapter is laying the groundwork for the story, so nothing too bad, yet.

I do not own the rights to the characters in this story. This does not follow The Boys timeline, and is a work of fiction.

All work is my own, please don’t take it or use it without permission. Reblogs and Likes are always welcome.

Written and edited fast, please overlook any errors.

Minors DNI 18+

Sitting on the sidewalk with just my phone, wallet and the clothes on my back I cried. My apartment building is now glowing bright orange and red as the firefighters fought the 3 alarm fire.

My whole world, every possession, was gone in an instant. The fire started a few floors down and of course the sprinkler system was faulty. When we had to evacuate I grabbed what I could carry and took off.

Sitting on the sidewalk I called the only person I could think of, Butcher.

“Oi, love. How are you?” A whimper leaving my lips. “Love, what’s wrong?” “It’s gone Butcher, my whole life. Everything is gone.” “What happened?” “There was a fire. The building is gone.” “I’m on my way, love.”

A few minutes later I looked up and saw Butcher, Annie and Huey climb out of the van. Butcher came over to me and pulled me into his strong arms.

I collapsed and cried. He lifted me up and carried me back to the van. “Come on love, you’re coming home with us.” I just nodded.

Walking into the apartment with the three of them I was greeted by Kimiko, Frenchie and MM. At the table I saw Soldier Boy doing a line of coke.

I tried to look away, but his presence was demanding, even across the room. As he lifted his head and sniffed he made eye contact with me. A little white powder still on his nose.

I bit my lip and finally looked away when Frenchie called my name. “Mon coeur, let’s get you cleaned up.” I nodded and followed him to the bathroom.

I could hear Ben’s booming voice through the wall, “I see you picked up another stray, Butcher. Where’d you find this one?” “Shut it, you cunt. She is family and her place just burned down. She’s staying.”

I wasn’t related to Butcher by blood, but he had always been like a protective uncle to me. My boyfriend Tom was intimidated by him at first. So bad he wouldn’t sleep with me. Butcher thought it was hilarious, me not so much.

Frenchie came back into the bathroom and handed me some clean clothes. An oversized shirt, I was sure was Butchers, and a pair of sweatpants. I thanked him and after he left I jumped in the shower.

I let the water wash over my body and wash away the ash, smoke and tears as they fell. A few minutes later I was clean, my heart still aching, but I was okay. I survived and the stuff can be replaced.

Walking into the living room I noticed the apartment was quiet. I found a note on my purse from Butcher.

Y/N,

Ran to get some food. Annie and Huey went shopping for you. Try to relax and we will be back soon. Ben is still there but he’s probably under some woman by now.

-B

I chuckled at the last line. “Something funny, doll?” The deep voice from behind me sent a shiver down my spine. I turned and was inches from Soldier Boy. His smell, the heat coming from him, was intoxicating. I swallowed hard, “Oh, um, just Butcher.” I bit my lip.

His eyes scanned my body and I felt my heart rate skyrocket. He knew it too, as evident by the smirk on his face. “You okay there doll? You seem a little…flustered.”

I nodded, “Yeah, this is just my first time meeting you, Soldier Boy.” “Ben, call me Ben.” I nodded, but couldn’t speak.

He was now inches from me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. The thoughts swirling in my head and the feeling of his breath on me made me dizzy.

I tried to step back but stumbled. His strong hands caught me and my body instantly responded to his touch.

I would let him take me right here. God he’s gorgeous and his hands. Damn. What the hell is wrong with me?

The shrill sound of my phone shattered the silence and pulled me out of my thoughts. My breath hitched as he let go of me with a smirk.

I grabbed my phone as he sat down at the table to roll and light a joint. I answered the phone. “Hey, Tom. Yeah, I’m okay. No, it’s a total loss. Oh, I’m staying with Butcher and the team. Yes I’m sure. Sure, I can’t wait to see you. Okay, bye.”

I hung up and saw Ben sitting at the table pretending like he wasn’t listening to my conversation.

“So, who’s Tom?” He asked, breaking the silence. “Oh, um, he’s my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now.” He just nodded, but I noticed his jaw got tight.

About an hour later Butcher, Annie and Huey were back. Annie and Huey bought me some things for the room I was going to be staying in. It was a spare room since Huey and Annie moved in together.

I was making the bed when I heard a knock on my door. “Hey Y/N, Tom’s here.” Annie smiled. I nodded and walked into the living room. Tom knew everyone except Ben. He was still sitting at the table brooding.

“Hey baby. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Tom said as he pulled me into a hug and kiss. “You know everyone here except Ben.” I nodded towards the man child pouting in the corner.

“Ben, this is Tom. Tom, this is Ben, Soldier Boy.” Tom extended his hand to shake Ben’s. Ben put out his hand and took Tom’s hard. He winced in pain and Ben smirked. “Nice to meet you Tom.” Tom pulled his hand back, shaking it, “Yeah, um, you too.”

I furrowed my brow at Ben. He just smirked. “Come on Tom, let me show you to my room.” I shot Ben a look and I swear I saw pain reflect back.

We walked into my room and I closed the door behind us. As soon as I did, Tom’s lips and hands were on my body. “God I missed you. I’m so glad you’re okay.” I smiled against his lips.

We fell onto the bed and Tom explored every inch of my body, making me forget about the past 24 hours.

As we laid in each other’s arms Tom seemed a little off. “Babe, are you okay?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what Ben’s problem is.” “Babe, he’s like that with everyone. Don’t take it personally.” He nodded and pulled me closer to his side. “What do you say to you and I going out tonight. Dinner, dancing, or a movie. Whatever you want.” “I’d love that.” I kissed his lips.

He started to get up, “Great, I’ll pick you up at about 7.” I was a little confused, “What? You’re not staying?”

Tom was getting dressed, leaned down, kissed my lips, “No, I have something I have to do before tonight. I’ll be back at 7.” I nodded, feeling a slight pang in my chest. “Okay. See you then.”

He finished getting dressed and left the room, closing the door behind him. I laid in bed for a few minutes. A little hurt. Tom seemed to swing by for a little bit and then be gone. We always went out or stayed at my place and he never spent the night. Anytime I questioned him he said it was because his roommates were weird about having people over. I understood that, because I had a roommate that didn’t want anyone in the place but us.

I climbed out of bed, got dressed and went to the living room. “Hey Y/N. I saw Tom left. Everything okay?” Annie asked. “Oh yeah, he had some things to take care of before we go out tonight. Which reminds me, Annie do you think you could take me shopping? I have nothing to wear out tonight.” She smiled and nodded, “Yep I sure can.”

“Great, I’ll be ready in about 10 minutes.” I said as I went back to my room. Walking down the hallway I walked past Ben’s room. He was in there with the door slightly cracked. I couldn’t help but notice he was standing beside the bed and was grunting. My cheeks flushed red when I realized what he was doing.

My heart rate picked up and I walked to my room. A few minutes later he appeared at my door with a smirk on his face, “Like what you saw, doll?” My eyes flicked to his, blood filled my cheeks and I rolled my eyes, “No, Ben, and I’d appreciate it if you’d close your door if you’re going to do that. I don’t want to see or hear you.” He stepped closer to me, “Aww why not. I had to endure hearing you and Tom in here earlier. Sounded like he couldn’t satisfy you. Want me to help you out, maybe relieve some of that tension.”

“What?! Ben, get the hell out of my room. You’re a pig, and for your information Tom can satisfy me.” His smug grin spread on his face and he stepped closer, “You sure about that doll? That man definitely didn’t hit that sweet spot. Want to know how I know?”

“You’re delusional, Ben.” He stepped even closer, my heart beating wildly in my chest, “I know because I can hear how your heart reacts to me and how it reacted to him. Plus I didn’t hear you cum.”

My eyes went wide, “What the fuck, Ben! Get out!” I pushed against his firm chest. Trying to push him out of the room. He grabbed my wrist, turned me and pinned me against the wall. His lips ghosting over my neck. “Ben..” My breath quickened and my pulse grew faster.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear, your lips pleading for me, and your heart beating loudly. Not to mention the arousal I smell between your legs.” I leaned my head back against the wall, moving to the side as his hot breath fell over my neck. I couldn’t help but moan.

He was right, my body was responding to him, better than it did to Tom. His lips inches from my pulse point, placing a soft kiss to my neck he smirked as I whimpered, then he pulled away.

He let my hands go and walked out of my room. I stood in a haze. What the hell just happened? Why am I so turned on by him!?

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” I heard Annie call from the hall. I cleared my throat, “Um, yeah.”

I walked past Ben’s room and saw him sitting on his bed with a joint and a smirk on his face. Bastard.

Annie and I came back a few hours later with some new clothes for me and I started getting ready to go out with Tom. I still couldn’t shake the feeling I had when Ben touched me.

I showered and got ready. I wore some jeans, a nice top and some low heeled boots. Annie helped with my hair and make up.

Walking into the living room where Tom was waiting with Butcher and Huey I smiled softly at him, “Ready to go?” “Yeah, let’s go.” He smiled. “You look beautiful, love.” Butcher said. “Yeah, Y/N. You look great.” Huey agreed. I noticed Ben sitting on the couch, he glanced over then looked away. He cleared his throat and I saw a slight smirk on his lips.

I grabbed my purse and Tom and I headed out. “So, where to?” “I heard about this really good Italian restaurant a few towns over. I figured there and maybe we could go catch a movie.” I nodded and climbed in his car.

When I climbed in I thought I smelled perfume, but it was gone just as quickly as I smelled it. There was a woman who walked by as I got in, so I figured it was her.

He took my hand in his and we drove. Arriving at the restaurant about 30 minutes later, he took me by the hand and led me in. We sat down and ordered food.

“So how long do you plan on living at Butcher’s?” He asked. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess until I can find another place. Butcher hasn’t put a time limit on it, why?” “I just don’t trust Ben. He seems like he could be a problem.” I touched his hand, “Tom, trust me. He’s not going to be a problem. Besides, I have Butcher and everyone else. They’ll keep him in line.”

He nodded, “Still, I think the sooner you get out of there the better. Especially for our relationship.” That confused me, “What’s my living arrangement have to do with our relationship? I’m not sleeping with any of them. Why does it matter who my roommates are?”

“It doesn’t, let’s just drop it and enjoy tonight.” I nodded, but felt something was off.

Later that night, after dinner, the movie and a few drinks, we stumbled back into the apartment. I was a little tipsy. “Shh we have to be quiet. Everyone’s asleep.” I giggled. “Okay, lightweight. Let’s get to your room.” Tom said as he helped me to my room. As we walked past Ben’s room I noticed the door was closed. My mind instantly went to this afternoon and I felt myself getting aroused.

As soon as we got to my room I started kissing Tom. The lines between him and Ben in my mind began to blur and I started seeing Ben instead.

Tom, taking full advantage of my tipsy, aroused state began to undress and so did I.

“Mmm baby, I need you, please.” I whined as my body ached to be touched. Before too long we were in the middle of yet another session of louder than usual sex.

Ben laid in his bed, trying to block out the noise. He was getting more pissed with every moan, every squeak of the bed. He growled in frustration as he climbed out of bed.

I was on top of Tom and his hands cupping my breasts as the bedroom door swung open. “Can you two please shut the fuck up!” I gasped and grabbed the blanket. “Ben, what the fuck! You don’t just barge into someone’s room you fucking asshole.”

Tom had pushed me off of him at this point, “Ben you need to leave her room, now.”

Ben smirked, stepping closer, “And what are you going to do about it pretty boy?” I jumped out of the bed with the sheet wrapped around me and got in between them, “Guys, come on. Please. Ben, leave, now! Tom, please let it go.”

“Hell no! This is what I warned you about. You know what, I’m out of here.” I grabbed his arm, “Tom, no, wait. Let me get my stuff and we can go back to your place.” “Y/N, I already told you we can’t. My roommates don’t like other people there.”

Ben looked between the two of us and his eyes flashed with something I didn’t quite understand. He left the room without another word. Tom got dressed and left too.

I sat on my bed, confused, and lonely. Then I was pissed. I was still covered with the sheet and walked to Ben’s room. I knocked.

“Come in, Y/N.” I pushed open his door and saw him sitting on the bed looking defeated. Venom dripped from my mouth, “Ben, how dare you barge into my room when I’m having sex with my boyfriend. Who the hell do you think you are? How would you like it if I barged in here when you had one of your many women?”

He smirked, “Oh that would be a dream come true.” He stood and walked over to me, “Why don’t we do that.” I rolled my eyes in disgust, “Fuck you, Ben! For the rest of the time I’m here don’t fucking talk to me or look at me. I’m not your friend, girlfriend or whatever you have twisted in your mind. You stay out of my life and I’ll stay out of yours.”

Without another word I turned on my heels and walked back into my room. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was angry, but then regret washed over me. Did I really not want him in my life?

The tears that pricked my eyes fell fast and hot on my face.

I crawled in my bed and cried. Tom left, he didn’t want me at his place. The more I thought about it the more concerned I got. I’d never been to his house. What was he hiding?

I shook my head, no stop it! Tom cares about me. This is just all the crap going on with Ben.

A little while later I woke up to the sounds of giggles and moans. I tried to ignore it, but it grew louder. I grabbed my clothes and walked into the kitchen to get a drink.

I could still hear the sounds and knew it was Ben and his latest flavor of the night. As I walked past his room his door swung open and he stood there with a towel around his waist. His toned chest covered in sweat and his hair messed up.

I saw the woman in his bed, looking completely fucked out and a pang of jealousy ripped through my body.

“Want to join us, doll?” I scoffed and walked to my room.

“Go to hell Ben.” I pushed past him and went back to my room. I need to find a new place soon. I can’t live here with him. He’s such an ass.

The next few days the tension in the apartment was suffocating. I spent most of my time between work and looking for a new place. Tom refused to come over and things were strained between us. My focus right now was finding a new place.

Ben was in and out, a different girl every day and he drowned the rest of his issues in coke and whiskey. Tonight was no different except he brought home two girls.

I put my headphones on and tried to drown them out. It worked for the most part. I messaged Tom. Desperately wanting to go out but he said he was busy and wasn’t going to be able to chat tonight. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

I finally fell asleep around 2am. My alarm blaring at 7 to wake me up for work. I went to work, sitting at my desk and tried to block out the sounds coming from Ben’s room and the feeling that there was a wedge growing between Tom and I.

“Hey, Y/N. Do you want to grab some lunch?” My co-worker Connie asked me. “Oh, no. Not today. I brought my lunch and I’m gonna keep looking for a place to live. Thanks though.” She nodded and left.

I sat at my desk looking through listings and nothing seemed to work. It was either too expensive or just right but not in a great neighborhood.

Ben was out walking, headed towards Vought Tower when he spotted Tom. He scoffed when he saw him. “Pussy.” He mumbled under his breath. Then he saw it. The thing that sent him into a rage, Tom was walking hand in hand with another woman. Ben crossed the street and approached Tom. “Tom, hey man. What’s going on?” Ben stood towering over Tom with his Soldier Boy suit on. The woman with Tom looked starstruck. “Bben, what are you doing here?” Tom stuttered out. “Tom honey, you never told me you knew Soldier Boy.”

Ben smiled at her, “Well hello there doll, you can call me Ben. So, how do you know our boy Tom here?” “I’m Vicky, his wife. It’s so nice to meet you.”

Ben made eye contact with Tom, “Oh, I didn’t know you were married. It’s so nice to meet you too Vicky. How long have y'all been married?” “Yesterday was our 10th anniversary.” Ben scoffed, “10 years, wow. Any rugrats?” Tom looked pale. Ben was seething with anger.

“Yeah, we have a little boy who is 5 and (she placed her hand on her belly) we have another one on the way.” Ben’s jaw clenched, “Wow, congratulations. Well let me let you two get back to whatever you were doing. It was nice meeting you, and I’ll see you later Tom.”

As Ben walked away his heart broke for me, but he was full of anger. How the hell was he going to tell me about this?

“Hey, Ben, wait up a sec.” Ben heard Tom. “Ben, please don’t tell Y/N. This would break her heart.” “You expect me to keep this from her? That you’re married and have 2 fucking kids?! Fuck you! You tell her or I will.” Tom knew Ben was serious. “Fine, I’ll tell her.” Tom relented. Ben got inches from him, “You better or I will.”

With that Ben was gone. The weight of what he just found hanging on him. Would you believe him or dismiss him? He sighed heavily. He knew what he had to do. Fuck Tom.

Later that night the apartment was quiet. You got home from work and everyone was gone, except for Ben. He was sitting on his bed when you walked past.

You half expected to see a woman laying in the bed, but he was alone. He looked sober too. I walked to my room, removed my shoes.

Ben stood at my door for a second and cleared his throat. I looked up at him and saw his normally hard, stoic eyes soft and sad. “Hey.” He said softly. “Ben, what can I help you with?” “I was hoping we could talk.” I walked around the room and started packing my stuff.

“I don’t see how talking is going to make a difference. Besides, I'll be out of your way in a few minutes.” His eyes went wide, “What? Did you find a place?” I shook my head, “No, I’m going to stay in a hotel. That way we can stay clear of each other. I can’t keep living like this, Ben. You’re obviously not happy with me being here and Tom won’t come visit me since that night you barged in here.”

Ben’s heart clenched in his chest. Tom hadn’t told you yet. Ben reached his hand out and cupped my face, “Y/N, please don’t go. I have to tell you something.” I leaned into his touch, my heart raced in my chest.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I ran into Tom today. He was with someone.” I looked at Ben. His voice was soft and calm, but tinged with sadness. “What? Who?” “He was with his wife. They have a 5 year old son and she’s pregnant.”

I gasped, “What?! Ben, that’s not funny. Why would you say that?” “Doll it’s true. Her name is Vicky and they’ve been married 10 years.”

I stumbled backwards, “I…I’ve got to go.” I grabbed my stuff and left. The tears fell fast and heavy. Was he telling the truth? What reason would he possibly have to lie to me? Fuck!

I checked into my hotel and turned off my phone and just cried. I knew something was wrong, but I wasn’t expecting a wife and children. I just needed to figure out how to handle this and of course a place to live.

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Enjoy the Ride - Part 3

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I woke up on Saturday, June 3rd, with a sense of dread on my insides, a feeling that had been my constant companion for the last few weeks. Four weeks had passed since the day I started experiencing pregnancy symptoms, struggling with morning sickness and permanent fatigue. I had informed Mr. Griffin about the symptoms, but since he was a busy man, he didn’t have the chance to take me to see a doctor. It had been 12 weeks now since the day Mr. Griffin “inseminated” me naturally, and I hadn’t confirmed the pregnancy yet. However, I knew I was pregnant; everything was there.

My hand rested instinctively on my bare abdomen, a gesture that had become almost permanent in the last few weeks. My belly had rounded out a lot over the past month, passing from a slight bloating to a noticeable curve that made my fading abs look distended. Laying in bed, I could see how much it stuck out from the rest of my torso—approximately 3 inches already. I had been eating a lot, so anyone would pass my belly as weight gain, but its firmness and roundness proved it was something else.

I glanced at Marco, sprawled across the bed beside me, blissfully unaware of the complicated mess his dad had gotten into. I reached for his forehead and brushed his hair, smiling at my wonderful boy. He pointed at my growing middle constantly, and I knew he’d start asking questions at some point. Questions that I didn’t know how to answer. I was his dad, and dads weren’t supposed to carry babies, but there I was, definitely pregnant.

I quietly slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake Marco. I quickly showered and waited for his babysitter to arrive before leaving. I had a doctor’s appointment to finally confirm if the impossible had indeed become possible and to confirm if I was pregnant with Mr. Griffin’s child or children. Once the babysitter arrived, I stood outside my building, taking deep breaths and constantly rubbing my belly.

Mr. Griffin had arranged for a car to pick me up, ensuring I arrived on time. The ride to the clinic was silent, and many thoughts crossed my mind. I hadn’t seen Mr. Griffin since the day we had sex, but his presence loomed large in my thoughts. He had been generous with the money, and I couldn’t deny that it made a significant difference in our lives. I had been able to buy new toys and clothes for Marco and enjoy a fancier life with my boy. Still, the idea of seeing Mr. Griffin again made my stomach churn with anxiety.

When I arrived at the clinic, Mr. Griffin was already there, looking as imposing as ever. I gasped when I saw his 6’6” frame and his massive muscles straining the fabric of his shirt and pants. He was an intimidating sight, but I remembered how sweet he was when we had sex and a smile spread across my face. He greeted me with a grin, but we exchanged no words as we walked into the clinic together. It was a different clinic than the first time, so I figured I was seeing a different doctor.

We didn’t have to wait long before a male nurse called my name. I followed him to the examination room, and Mr. Griffin walked closely behind. The doctor walked in about a minute later and smiled kindly at me before shaking Mr. Griffin’s hand. They talked about random topics, evidence they knew each other very well, and then their eyes fell on me, making me shiver and blush. The doctor made me step on a scale, and my eyes widened at the number. 171.8 pounds. I had gained 17 pounds in only 12 weeks.

“Adam, please have a seat on the examination table,” the doctor instructed, his voice calm and reassuring. “Mitchell told me everything about your condition, and I must admit, I’m surprised and excited to monitor this pregnancy if you are indeed pregnant.”

I shyly nodded and climbed onto the table, my heart beating fast. A part of me already knew I was pregnant, but as the official revelation approached, the room felt tiny, the walls closing in as my anxiety grew. Mr. Griffin stood off to the side, his arms crossed over his thick chest.

“He’s definitely pregnant, George,” Mr. Griffin said, talking to the doctor but looking at my bump, which was evident under my t-shirt. “Look at that belly, and it’s only been 12 weeks,” he added, looking proud.

The doctor smiled and focused on me. “Adam, we’ll be performing an ultrasound today to determine if the insemination was successful,” he said, carefully lifting the hem of my shirt to reveal my belly. He looked surprised as he stared at my abdomen. “This might feel a bit uncomfortable, and the gel is cold, but I’ll do my best to make it as quick as possible.”

The doctor applied a cold gel to my lower abdomen, and the sudden chill made me shiver. Then he picked up the ultrasound transducer, pressing it gently against my skin. He turned the monitor on, and I saw grainy black-and-white images I couldn’t understand. The room was silent while the doctor moved the transducer over my lower belly, looking surprised and excited. Then, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened in shock.

“Is there something wrong?” I managed to ask, hiding my fear and anxiety.

“Well, Adam, it seems you’re pregnant. Congratulations,” the doctor said, his voice tinged with astonishment.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, relief and terror washing over me. Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind—a reality I had been expecting but was unprepared to fully accept. “That’s… great. Thanks,” I said, looking at Mr. Griffin.

“The thing is that it looks like you’re expecting sextuplets. I don’t know if having multiples was part of the plan, but all six of them are perfectly healthy for being twelve weeks along,” the doctor said, grinning in surprise.

My heart skipped a beat, and my mind was racing. “Six? That’s impossible,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. The room spun slightly, and I had to steady myself on the table.

“It’s impossible because you’re male. I mean, you shouldn’t even be pregnant. But here we are,” the doctor said, turning the monitor around to show me and Mr. Griffin the six shapes of our babies in my belly.

“This is incredible!” Mr. Griffin exclaimed, evidently thrilled about the news. “Six! This is more than I could’ve hoped for. I knew you were the right person to do this,” he added, looking at my belly and making me feel... special.

The doctor grinned and removed the transducer from my belly. “Adam, I understand this is a lot to take in. We’ll need to monitor you very closely over the next few months. You’ll need frequent check-ups to ensure both your health and the health of the babies,” he said, carefully cleaning the cold gel from my abdomen. “You’ll need to follow a diet high in protein and calories to support the growth of the babies. Plenty of rest is crucial, and avoid strenuous activities. We’ll also need to start you on prenatal vitamins immediately, and I’ll prescribe a regimen of supplements to ensure you’re getting all the necessary nutrients. Regular ultrasounds will be necessary, and we’ll monitor for any signs of complications.”

I nodded numbly, struggling to process everything. I wasn’t only pregnant—a freak of nature—but I was pregnant with six babies, which I didn’t think was possible to conceive naturally. The doctor asked me if I had any questions, but I had so many thoughts in my mind that I said I didn’t. I didn’t know where to start. I was terrified about getting a massive belly. I was scared about everything that lay ahead.

As we left the clinic a few minutes later, my mind was a rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions. Mr. Griffin walked beside me; his excitement was evident. “We need to celebrate this news. Come to my apartment to discuss the next steps and prepare everything for your comfort and the babies’ health. You exceeded my expectations. I’ll give you the money we already settled in the contract, and extra money for producing multiples. I’ll cover all your expenses, yours and your son’s. We have so much to discuss,” he said as we walked to his car.

I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to go with him. However, the promise of a better living arrangement for Marco and me was tempting. “I can’t be away for too long, Mr. Griffin. Marco’s babysitter is charging extra today, and I...” I began, but he interrupted me with his enthusiasm.

“You and your son should move in with me. I have plenty of space, and it will be easier to keep an eye on you. You’ll have everything you need, and Marco will be well taken care of. I’ll hire a permanent nanny for him, so you won’t have to worry,” he said, leaving me speechless.

Overwhelmed by the turn of events, I found myself agreeing, knowing that I had to complete the task I had signed up for without wasting the chance to live a fancy life with Marco under Mr. Griffin’s care. I was willing to enjoy the few fantastic parts of becoming a baby machine for Mr. Griffin.

Then, as we entered his car, he reached over and gently caressed my abdomen, a surprisingly tender gesture that made me feel a strange sense of comfort. “We’re going to make sure you and the babies are taken care of, Adam,” Mr. Griffin said softly. “I know we didn’t start on the best terms with this agreement, but I promise you won’t regret it.”

His touch and words eased some of my fears. Despite the daunting road ahead, I felt a flicker of hope. I was doing this for Marco and our future, but Mr. Griffin made me feel willing to go beyond the terms of our agreement. As he caressed my belly, he leaned to the side and kissed my cheek, making me blush. I froze for a few seconds, but as I saw his smiley face so close to mine, I couldn’t help but pull his face closer to passionately kiss his lips. He continued caressing my belly while we were making out, and my hands moved to caress his massive muscles. It wasn’t part of our agreement, but it felt fantastic.

****

We arrived at his apartment a few minutes later, and as soon as we walked in, our clothes flew through the air. We stood naked in the living room, and I approached to make out with him while caressing his muscular body. He reached around me and firmly grabbed my ass, making me moan. His strong hands sent shivers down my spine while our lips locked. I felt his hard foot-long dick rubbing against my belly, and I felt my body shaking in need.

I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist, with my arms wrapped around his powerful neck. He carefully placed his hands beneath my butt to lift me up and moved me above his hard dick. He carried me to his bedroom while we continued kissing, and I felt his massive dick throbbing against my ass. His touch was tender and careful but so passionate at the same time that I was losing my mind.

He carefully placed me on his bed and got on top of me, casting a shadow over me. He leaned forward and carefully kissed my belly six times, one for each baby I had inside. He couldn’t stop smiling, and even though I initially saw him as a mean man, I couldn’t deny that he was handsome and sweet. I nodded, and he slowly lifted my legs to access my ass. I felt his dick brushing against my hole, and a moan escaped my lips.

He pushed his hips forward, and I moaned loudly as the head of his huge dick entered me. I gasped and groaned as I felt like his dick was tearing me in half, but it felt so good that I only longed for more. My body adjusted to accommodate the thick intruder as he went balls-deep into me. With his massive dick fully buried inside me, I panted and groaned in pain and pleasure. Even then, I couldn’t hide my smile.

His hips started bucking, and my thoughts collapsed due to the intense pleasure. I felt his big balls hitting my ass, and deep inside me, I longed to feel his seed filling up again. I reached for his deltoids for support as his pounding sped up. I couldn’t control my moans as Mr. Griffin’s dick rubbed against my prostate, making me shiver uncontrollably. My own dick was painfully hard while he fucked me, and a steady flow of pre escaped my slit, landing on my belly. I wasn’t even touching my dick, and I felt on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“I’ve heard that pregnancy hormones increase arousal and cravings for sex,” Mr. Griffin whispered as he fucked me hard and fast. I couldn’t form coherent words, so I only moaned out loudly. “I’ll gladly help you deal with that.”

His thrusts slowed down but gained strength, and my eyes rolled inside my head. My hips were numb, my legs felt weak, and my mind was blank. With a strong thrust, Mr. Griffin made my dick shoot cum all over my abdomen and pecs, overwhelming my mind and leaving me panting heavily. He grinned and shoved his whole dick into me, releasing a tsunami of his warm seed deep inside me. I couldn’t count his shots because it felt like a river entering me, making me feel fuller. He only smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me, with his dick still buried inside me. I was already loving the results of my agreement with Mr. Griffin.

****

The weekend had been a blur of emotions, thoughts, constant caresses to my abdomen, and the intense sex session with Mr. Griffin. As Monday arrived, I walked into the office, my hand instinctively resting on my small but noticeable belly. Its roundness made it impossible to forget the six babies growing within me. It still felt like a surreal dream, but Mr. Griffin’s attention had helped me conceal the enormity of my condition, making me feel great about it. The fantastic sex had been a bonus in the process of taking in the news of the sextuplets.

The office was quiet as usual in a boring accounting department. I approached my desk, still thinking about Mr. Griffin’s dick rearranging my guts two days ago, and noticed something awaiting me. A box of chocolates sat neatly on my desk, with a simple note attached: “For a sweet start to your week.” The handwritten note immediately hinted at the person who left me such a sweet surprise, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Greg, the janitor, had been giving me small gifts and notes for about a month. Since the day I threw up all over his muscular torso, we had been talking, and I couldn’t deny I felt drawn by his charm and hotness. Our secret flirting had been a bright spot during the time I struggled with my pregnancy symptoms. He had noticed I was always hungry, so he often brought me candies, snacks, or big meals. My life was complicated due to my agreement with Mr. Griffin, but I was slowly falling for Greg’s charm and kindness.

I opened the box and immediately popped a chocolate into my mouth, savoring the rich, sweet taste. My hunger had been insatiable, so a box of chocolates was a great way to start the day. With the chocolate melting in my mouth, I smiled and headed to the bathroom to freshen up before starting my work. Part of the struggles of being pregnant was a constant need to pee, even though I was only in the first trimester, so a bathroom stop was a necessity for me.

I entered the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, taking a moment to observe my reflection. My belly, though small, was undeniably there, sticking out proudly in front of me. My shirt, which had fit perfectly a few weeks ago, now stretched slightly over my midsection. The fabric of my dress pants felt snug around my waist, the waistband cutting a bit into my skin. I couldn’t help but smile as I placed my hands on my belly, rubbing it gently. It was hard to believe I had six lives growing within me, but the belly proved they were there.

Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the door open. 20-year-old Greg walked in, his imposing presence filling the small space. I smiled when I saw his 6’1” and 286-pound muscular body inside the room with me. His thick thighs and enormous butt strained against the fabric of his janitor jumpsuit, showcasing a delicious bulge at the front. The top buttons were undone, unable to contain his massive pecs. The jumpsuit fit him like a second skin in some places, leaving nothing to the imagination. The more time I spent with him, the more I marveled at his physique.

We exchanged smiles—the kind that spoke without words. “Did you like the chocolates?” Greg asked, his voice a deep, soothing rumble.

“I did,” I replied, my hands still on my belly. “They were delicious, and... maybe we can share them over lunch? Nobody will notice if we sneak onto the rooftop like last week.”

Greg took a step closer, his amber eyes locking onto mine. Without another word, he leaned forward and kissed me. It was soft at first, a gentle expression of love, but quickly grew more passionate. I embraced the kiss, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. My hands remained on my belly, a silent reminder of my complicated situation with Mr. Griffin. Falling in love with Greg added another layer of complexity to my already chaotic life, but while we continued making out, he wrapped his powerful arms around me and made me feel safe.

“I don’t care if anyone notices, but... it’s funnier to hide,” Greg said, playfully reaching for my ass to squeeze it before moving his hands to my belly. “There’s so much to touch and rub. You’re getting better every day,” he added, making me chuckle. His words brought comfort, and his lips made me feel fantastic. I knew the future was complicated, but between Mr. Griffin and Greg, I knew I would enjoy what was coming.

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#mpreg #mpreg story

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𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝

🩸 synopsis: At a party at the Hellsing mansion, you manage to satisfy your curiosity about the vampire that Integra keeps under lock and key.

🩸 wc: + warnings: 5k- MDNI, NSFW content, f!reader, cunnilingus fingering, piv, crying, bites and marks, rough sex, breeding/creampie, 20+ characters. (also on ao3 and playlist )

Integra already had too many problems in her house, those fucking pigs demanding a party at her house, to have you, a successful woman and friend pestering her with your curiosity about the vampire she kept in the basement, for the safety of humans like you. You looked at her with your beady eyes shining, pouting and clasped your hands together, almost lying down on her desk.

She stared at you and sighed heavily, calling for a man who soon entered the room. “Take her to him and tell him not to break her. I want her back up here in one piece.”

The man nodded and you, alternating your gaze between the man and Integra, still surprised that she let you know her toy, hugged her and jumped out of the room before she changed her mind. You followed the tall man, probably a human, through the huge, endless corridors of the Hellsing mansion, both muted, just the clatter of your shoes against the stone floor and a few corner glances the man gave you as you two got lower and lower.

You were anxious. You felt your heart pounding in your throat and your sweaty hands trembling with each step you took, reaching the end of a dark corridor. The man stopped in front of a metal door and opened the various locks, opening the door and entering with you. You blinked a few times, trying to get used to the darkness of the place, just a small light illuminating a piece of that basement. You couldn’t see it, but something was there, the presence so strong in the air, pulling you deeper into the darkness.

“What do mere humans do here?” A loud and thick voice in a mocking tone echoed through the place, startling you, and suddenly a powerful light was present in the place, illuminating what seemed to be a room, a basement, and really a prison.

“Integra sent the human. She wants her whole up there and warned you not to break her.” The voice of the man behind you made you turn to see him walking away and closing the door, leaving you alone with the creature, laughing loudly.

You were alone with what would be the vampire of Integra; Now there was no turning back. All that was left for you to do was to continue until the end. You turned around again and saw the figure of a tall man in a red coat and hat, long black hair covering half of his face adorned by orange glasses and running down his shoulders, his hands crossed over his bent knees, the posture as if he were an emperor; The man smirked, showing his fangs, and you shivered, still amazed by the presence of that handsome man, a warmth spreading through your body along with the tingling and agitation of curiosity.

“What do you want down here in this beautiful, secluded basement next to a deadly creature while a safe, humane party takes place up there?” The voice echoed again through the stone walls, seeming to hit your entire body, making you vibrate from head to toe, still staring at that man. “Integra doesn’t send snacks...”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you saw the man’s smile widen as he lowered his head and stared at you over his glasses, reddish-orange eyes stuck on your figure. You swallowed hard and took a step forward, heading close to him; you knew that Integra’s pet would not attack without its owner’s orders. “Integra just let me solve my doubts about the vampire she keeps down here. That’s all...” You looked at the place, little decorated, just a coffin, the chair he occupied and a table with a bottle and glass filled with a strong red liquid, blood.

“No bed...” You whispered, approaching the coffin and inspecting the object. The man kept sitting in the same pose, letting you wander around his place, but you felt his eyes on you somehow.

The creature let out a laugh, making heat spread through your body as his deep voice sounded so close to your ear, making you turn around and see that he was still in the chair. “Vampires don’t sleep, human.”

“Never? Interesting, but this was already expected.” You said, walking back near him, your white dress swaying as you wandered around, stopping in front of the creature at a safe distance. “You don’t look like a vampire, you look like a normal three-five-year-old man...”

“And what exactly vampires should look like?” The man asked before bringing the glass to his lips and putting it back down without making a sound. You squinted at him, noticing that he was motionless, no sign of breathing. “Like deadly monsters showing their fangs to anyone and attacking all humans?"

You shrugged. “Maybe. Your reddened eyes prove you are not just any handsome man.” You noticed his eyes became redder and when he took his glasses out, showing them in full, you lost yourself in the intensity of the red, letting babbling escape. “Powers... Do you have powers?”

You heard the man laugh quietly and before you knew it, you were in the doorway, about to hit the metal. You startled, looking back at where you had been minutes before and now you were here. The man, still sitting, smiled and raised his gloved hands. “What do you think, human?” Before you could answer, the man got up and disappeared from your sight, appearing on your right side and disappeared as soon as you turned around, disappearing from the room completely.

“I recognize your smell, human. You were already countless times here in the mansion. You’re a friend of Integra, one of her few friends. I thank you for that, but you shouldn’t abuse her friendship or play detective with her pet. It can be dangerous, human.”

His voice echoed through the room, but he was nowhere to be found, making you run your eyes over the empty place, your breathing quickening and a mix of sensations growing inside you. You were alert when you heard him say the word you had thought of. Could he...?

“Oh yes. I read thoughts. I know exactly what you came down here to do.” You felt his voice in the back of your neck and turned around, finding nothing. The creature, showing itself to be really a vampire, fascinated you with that. It was amazing how he was all over the place, but he wasn’t. You were vibrating, your mind racing in a million thoughts. “I admit, you are a brave human and... very curious for a mere mortal.”

The creature was sitting back in the chair, and you approached in quick steps, pausing as you noticed the creepy, almost predatory smile on its lips. “Many say that I am not like other women. Integra also thinks so, so we are friends.” The creature nodded and didn’t take its reddened eyes away from you. Those eyes seemed to pull you closer, alternating your gaze between the vampire’s eyes and mouth.

“Alucard.” The man, Alucard, answered the question, asked inside your head. You pulled back a bit when you heard his voice echoing inside your head, answering several questions you had in the most animalistic way possible. He was amused by watching you widen your eyes and falter your steps when given detailed information about the taste of blood and how it killed and fed.

You swallowed, thinking about the question he asked inside your head. No, you wouldn’t give up now, right now that you were so close to solving your doubts about the creature.

Alucard laughed loudly and changed his position in the chair, his red eyes watching you intently, as if you were his prey. “You still don’t leave, do you?”

You nodded weakly, torn between approaching or staying at the distance you were possibly safe. You felt your body react strangely, your insides screamed to run out of that place, that that man in front of you could tear you apart in the blink of an eye, but that was electrifying, that fear coursing through your veins, your body trembling in alert and the form of a creature feared by all, capable of anything not humanly possible.... You were tempted to go all the way.

“My main doubt, Alucard, as you already know, is whether vampires have blood circulation or not, whether they can sustain an erection...” You began, letting the rest of the sentence die in the air, getting lost in the violent images that appeared in your mind; images of Alucard fighting and killing.

You got lost inside your own head, bothered by those images and the amount of blood that flooded your head. You came back to reality when you heard the loud laughter, trying to focus the blurry vision on the man standing in front of you, very close to you. You were no longer distant from him; you were too close, in front of the small table, stuck between him and the table. You saw him rise, his body covering yours as he took off his hat and lowered himself to the level of your face, making you cringe.

“I smell fear and... horniness.” Alucard pinned you against the small table, his arms caging you as he brought his face closer to yours. “Are you horny, human?”

You swallowed, squinting and trying to control your breathing, almost moaning when you heard his voice so close to your ear. “I don’t deny that the idea of knowing how you are-“

“Having sex with a vampire?” He corrected your speech, creating more space for him between your legs.

“Yeah, have sex with a vampire. With you, in this case, is extremely exciting.” You ended the sentence with a little sly smile, which did not go unnoticed by the vampire. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back when he brushed his nose against your neck.

“I can kill you...” He whispered against your warm skin, humming as he felt your pulse racing beneath his lips.

You sighed heavily, tilting your head to give him more space and feel the icy lips playing with your neck. “Still want you…”

Alucard laughed softly against your skin, the warm air chilling you and making your corset-breasted chest rise and fall quickly, drawing the attention of the bright red eyes as he pulled away from you.

“Humans really are such fascinating creatures.” The red eyes circled every corner of your face, searching for something other than the expression of pleasure mixed with longing, but he found nothing.

Alucard smiled widely, showing the row of white teeth and the pointed fangs that at any moment could carve your body open, and skirted your swollen lips with his gloved thumb, playing with you.

“Don’t forget that it was you who wished for this, dear.” Alucard hummed, still playing with your lips, and you nodded quickly, sliding the tip of your tongue down his finger. “Great. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such an interesting human companion.”

You had to rest your hands on the small table so as not to fall backwards when Alucard advanced on you, pinning your neck with one hand and with the other pulling your exposed thigh through the dress, squeezing the flesh with desire.

“Oh, my God..” You moaned heavily against his mouth, feeling electricity run through your body and focus in the middle of your spread legs to accommodate Alucard’s enormous figure.

“God, no, dear. Me.” Alucard kissed you in a hurry, pressing your lips to move the way he wanted and forcing his tongue in, earning a muffled moan as he explored your mouth and pulled you closer to him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you; the two almost lying on the table as you kissed each other eagerly.

Alucard’s gloved hands explored your body, squeezing and scratching every corner of exposed skin for him to take advantage of and mark the way he wanted.

He let out a grumble when you bit and sucked on his lower lip, returning to kiss you with desire, feeling the strong taste of iron from the blood he had drunk earlier. Neither of you stopped the kiss, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues, swallowing saliva and muffled moans.

You moaned loudly against his mouth as you felt his bulge pressing against your intimacy, pressing your legs against his waist and rubbing against him. “Alucard...”

He smiled against your swollen lips and went down, tracing wet kisses down your neck until he reached the neckline of the dress, sucking a part of one of your breasts that went up and down quickly. You trapped a hand on his long, black strands, pressing him against the warm skin that was mistreated with bites and hickeys, making you moan and roll against his waist for more contact.

Alucard ran his hands around your body over the dress and kneaded your breasts, happy with the way they molded themselves in his caresses. He tore your dress, freeing your marked breasts and went back to delighting in you.

“Ngh... Alucard... slowly...” You grumbled, pulling his strands away from your sensitive body, but it was useless since he had much more strength and continued to suck one breast, rotating his large tongue through the areola and distributing bites throughout the region. “Alucard, please... Ah!”

Alucard moved away slightly, making you grumble at the lack of contact and half-open your eyes, finding him staring at you coldly with those red ruby eyes and his mouth glistening with saliva. He continued squeezing your breasts, admiring the teeth marks he left and moved closer to your face, brushing his nose against yours. “You asked for it, human.”

Those words, almost a threat, should make you want to run away, have extreme fear, but it only excited you more, sending horniness directly to your already wet pussy. You arched your back as you felt Alucard’s mouth back on your body, intensifying the bites and hickeys.

It was painful, and you writhed underneath him, grabbing and pulling what you could of him away, but you also wanted more of that feeling, rubbing against his pelvic and feeling the bulge forming. You moaned loudly, squeezing around nothing and feeling how wet you were.

Alucard stopped, satisfied with mistreating your breasts and pulled away to face you, almost lying over the table, red, panting and marked by him. He smiled sadistically and slid his hands through the folds of your dress, uttering a grumble as he found your thighs and caressed them.

You grunted as you felt his gloved hands rising near the place you needed Alucard most, and shuddered as he ran his thumbs lightly over your intimacy.

“You smell aroused, human...” He hummed, inhaling more of your scent near your neck and ran his tongue over the area while his hands remained under your dress, playing with the insides of your legs. “I wonder what your taste will be, human. Will it be as good as your sly moans calling me as you rub against me?”

You hang your head back, biting your lower lip as you felt his big toe pressing your clitoris over the fabric and rolling over for more sensation.

“So needy...” Alucard blew into your ear and laughed softly as you grabbed his arms and held back your moans. “Do you want me that much, human?”

You pulled your head away from his lips, fighting the urge to receive more caresses, and rested your head on your shoulders, staring at the red eyes that devoured you. You smiled languidly and even though you knew you were entering much more dangerous terrain, but couldn’t help it, you said, “Why don’t you find out how much I need you and what I taste like by eating me, huh?”

Alucard laughed out loud, incredulity and interest growing inside him, and showed his white teeth shining in the low light of the room, approached your mouth and whispered against it. “You don’t know the danger you’re in by not controlling this sassy human mouth.”

You were about to make another sassy comment, but Alucard’s large hands, held around your waist, pulled you sharply to the edge of the table, forcing you to lie down on the small surface while he lifted the layers of fabric until it exposed your bottom.

Alucard hissed at the sight of the thin, wet piece that covered your pussy. You felt embarrassed by the exposure and closed your legs, causing Alucard to click his tongue in disapproval and spread your legs again tightly, his gloved hands squeezing the soft insides.

“You’d better keep those legs wide open...” Alucard kept his bright red eyes locked in yours as he slowly took off your panties, sliding his hands down the sides of your thighs. The white fangs shone in the crooked smile that formed when he saw your pussy waiting to receive his attention.

You heard your heart pounding in your ears, and Alucard listened too, utterly glad that he was the reason you were so nervous; scared and horny simultaneously. The way your warm blood ran through your veins made Alucard control himself so as not to get into trouble for Integra.

“Alucard...” You drove your head back, squeezing your fingers on the edge of the table as he ran two gloved fingers through your folds, opening them up and spreading your liquid all over your pussy. Your quickening breathing and muffled mumbling escaped as he increased the caress, circling your bud with his thumb and two fingers at your entrance. “Alu-Ngh!”

Alucard laughed out loud as he felt you squeezing the tips of both fingers inside you, trying to get more of those long, nimble fingers. He withdrew his fingers and moved his hand up towards your mouth. It took you a while to understand what he wanted, but you bit the tip of the glove, holding it and he pulled his hand out, showing the large hand marked at the top; You wanted to know what that symbol was, but he probably wouldn’t tell.

You saw Alucard kneel, his hands clasping your legs apart, closing in on your pussy, throbbing and dripping wet for attention. “Keep your legs open and make good use of this little mouth, human. No one will listen to you here....”

That feeling of dread ran down your spine, stopping at the base of your back and dissolved into a loud moan as you felt Alucard breathing against your pussy and his tongue licking from bottom to top, circling and sucking your clit in slow movements, repeating the action all again.

“Ah! Alu-Ngh!” You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in you, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as he stuck his long tongue inside you, working in quick back-and-forth motions. “Alucard! Oh! Fuck... Ah!”

Alucard smiled and rubbed his face against your wet pussy, diving two fingers inside you and working them together with his tongue, making you grab the table with one hand and bring the other to his black strands, pulling his face against you as you rolled on his face, increasing the pleasure.

Your loud moans echoed in the small room along with the wet noises of Alucard’s mouth sucking and licking your pussy, moaning against you, adding sensations to the pleasure you felt.

“Alucard... Oh! I... Ngh...” You squeezed your legs around his head, feeling that you were close to cumming in his mouth, which swallowed your liquid with pleasure, but he stopped sucking you at the same moment he parted your legs with force.

You grumbled in protest, panting and red, your spread legs shaking under his grip and your pussy gushing liquid that ran down your ass and dirtying the table as much as you smeared his shiny face.

“Splendid, human.” His hoarse voice echoed, and you shivered, trying to keep your eyes open to appreciate the figure of the vampire approaching. “As tasty as blood. Perfect.”

He brushed his moist lips with your liquid against yours and pulled away before you kissed him, following behind his lips, being stopped by the hand on your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Alucard, please...” You whispered with your eyes closed, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat and his waist rubbing against you, the bulge of his pants fitted to your pussy, sending pleasure all over your body. “Please...”

“Hmm?” Alucard had fun with you, driving you crazy just to hear you beg. “Please, what human?”

You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into the thick red coat and rolled against him, synchronizing the waist movements. “I need you...”

“Use your mouth decently, human.” You went up one hand to his cheek, caressing the cold skin and slid the other into the bulge of his pants, squeezing and rubbing, making him suck his breath.

“I want you to fuck me, Alucard.” You saw the flaming ruby red eyes and the sadistic smile widening.

“Your wish is my command.” Alucard unzipped and his hurried hands slid down the pants he was wearing, unleashing what you wanted so much.

You stopped for a while, amazed at that; a big hard cock of a vampire. You alternated your gaze between Alucard’s cock and eyes, not knowing what to do with the information.

“Why so surprised? Isn’t that what you wanted, human?” Alucard took your hand and took it to his own cock. “You can play it at will.”

You looked at him and his cock, moistening your lips and started masturbating him, feeling the weight, the softness and the warmth. You had so many questions simultaneously that you wanted that enormous cock inside your mouth, inside you fucking you.

“Are you not dead?” Alucard laughed out loud, the laughter vibrating inside him and on the walls of that room. You looked up, still working your hands on the hot, throbbing cock. “How is it possible?”

“Don’t worry that little head too much, human.” Alucard now understood why Integra let you wander around his room; You were just as curious as she was at the beginning of their alliance. You really were a very curious friend.

“I’m dead. I’ve died three times, but I’m not completely dead...” Alucard fit in between your legs, making you rub his cock in your pussy, both moaning with the sensation. You fitted the head of his cock to your entrance and intertwined your legs around his waist when you felt the tightness of his gigantic hands on your waist and his voice in your ear. “I’ll show you how dead I am.”

You moaned loudly, hanging your head back, your hands squeezing Alucard’s shoulders, feeling his big, thick cock making room inside your hot, small insides. You felt him spreading through your body, your stomach tightening as he settled completely inside you. You blinked bewildered, your open mouth stammering, drawing a laugh from Alucard, who was waiting for you to get used to it.

“Alucard... You are so big.. hot...” You sighed against his face, feeling Alucard heavy, hot, big inside you, shaping your pussy into the shape of his monster cock. “You’re so alive...”

Alucard let out a sneer, pulling you by the waist until he pressed you against him, going deeper inside you, making you moan, squinting in pleasure. “You don’t know how much, human...”

Alucard moved calmly, dragging his cock out and inside you, feeling every spasm of your pussy, squeezing and sucking him, wanting more than he was giving you. You whimpered, pressing against him, feeling empty every time he left and completely full when he entered, opening you in the middle and crawling through your gummy walls until you reached your cervix, making you sob the moan.

“Alucard... More... I want more...” You sighed softly, barely feeling your strength as he played with you, testing how far you could take in that mess, feeling him filling you to the last.

“I’ve barely begun to appreciate you, human.” Alucard mocked you, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he smiled. He was controlling himself not to increase the pace, thrusting deep inside you, taking out every kind of sound and reaction that your human body could make to feed his animalistic side. You had no idea how much he wanted to fuck you like an animal, put you on all fours and thrust his cock hard and fast, going deeper and deeper inside you, molding your pussy into his shape for you to never forget. “You have no idea how long I haven’t felt a human warmth squeezing me, molding itself around me, moaning my name, and delighting themselves with my fuck...”

“I’m going to enjoy every second of this, human.” Alucard’s voice and laughter echoed in your head with the wet noises of your pussy swallowing his cock and the moans you both let out for some time. You couldn’t remember how many times Alucard had you in that, begging him to go faster and deeper as you were close to cumming and felt his lips on every part of your body, but he would stop when you were near the apex and start all over again, going slower and slower.

“Alucard... Ngh... Ah...” Your voice came out hoarse and flawed, barely able to keep up with the immense pleasure your body felt when Alucard was fucking you slowly, widening your soaked pussy and playing with your swollen clitoris, both red and begging for relief. You felt Alucard enjoying every reaction you had, his body shaking as you melted into pleasure and whimpering, completely messed up by him. “Alu-Ah.. Alucard... Please...”

Alucard brought his face closer to yours, rubbing himself against your sweaty red skin, slowly going in and out of you, almost falling off the table, and held your waist forcing you to feel him pulsing inside you, his cock getting heavier and heavier and inside you, seeming to consume himself with you. “Hmm? What did you say, human?”

You shuddered as you felt Alucard’s tongue licking from your throat to your mouth, forcing his long tongue into the cavity and exploring it, savoring your moans and the salty taste of tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling the long black strands and kissed him with the same intensity, as if you were bewitched by that vampire, awakening from the deep stupor that was minutes ago and rubbing against him, going at the pace you so badly needed.

You were panting when you parted, noticing that the vampire didn’t need air as much as you did. He could go on for hours and have you completely destroyed... You shivered and involuntarily squeezed Alucard’s cock when you finally assimilated the words he had spoken long ago before he started that. Having those flaming ruby eyes focused fully on you as Alucard’s smile grew, feeding on the fear that settled inside you.

“What did you want, human?” Alucard’s thick voice echoed throughout the room, making you tremble more and you felt helpless, small and humanly fragile in front of the immense vampire on top of you. “What’s wrong? Did the cat eat your tongue, or did you finally realize the situation you’re in?”

You were panting, your exposed and marked chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands trembling on the vampire’s body, who was amused by the growing fear inside you. You were sure that the color of his eyes was more vivid than when you entered that room, just like when he gave you a brief sample of his powers.... Alucard was using his powers on you.

You swallowed, throat trembling as much as the rest of you, drawing Alucard’s watchful eyes to the region, watching him take a deep breath as he smiled more... almost like an animal. You took a deep breath and brought your trembling hands to the vampire’s cold chin, squeezing and bringing him closer to you. You were so scared of everything here, but the incredible feeling of having Alucard inside you, pulsing as hot and alive as you, was greater than the desire to give up, screaming for help. “Don’t use your powers on me, vampire. I know very well what I want.” Alucard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by you and waiting for your response.

“I want you to let me cum with your cock inside me and cum too, filling me to the brim...” You ran your eyes over the vampire’s expressionless face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for the vampire’s reaction.

Alucard smiled widely, his eyes softening, returning to the red of before, his face seeming to glow as if it were an angel in your grip. “As you wish, human...” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling away and slid out of you, making you sigh heavily and squeeze around nothing, all your liquid running down your red, swollen pussy, missing Alucard’s big, thick cock.

He slid you off the table calmly and gently, still smiling in that angelic way, and turned you with your back to him, his figure standing out as he slid his hands down your sides and stopped at your waist with a firm grip. You were anxious, feeling his hands pull the fabric up, exposing your ass and trembling legs.

He was so calm as he took off your sweaty dress; the piece ending up in some corner of the dark room, and lined up back in your entrance, pinning you against his stone body, running his hands up your body and cradling your breasts as rubbed his face against your neck. You clasped your hands on the edge of the table, waiting nervously for his actions, his calmness making you more frightened than when he looked like an animal.

You held your breath as you felt him inhale your scent and shivered at his words. “Don’t break, human. Integra wants you back up there.” You froze as you listened to his words, remembering them coming out of Integra’s mouth and the man who brought you here.

Alucard penetrated you hard, taking your breath out and pushing you against the table, going in and out of you the way you begged so much before having you squint and open your mouth, calling loudly for the vampire, who smiled sadistically again. One hand of Alucard’s went up to your neck, tilting your head to the side and lightly squeezing the region and the other slid into your belly, pressing where the head of his cock appeared on your belly, making you moan sly and wince in his grip.

“Do you feel me here?” He pressed more on your belly, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and soften against him, feeling his cock going deep and hitting all the points that made you see stars and squeeze around him. “Oh, honey, you don’t know how good you are, squeezing me like that and melting with my touches... Your blood boiling in your veins, so inviting...” Alucard rubbed his nose on your neck, giving a wet kiss to the region.

You could barely register what he said, lost in the pleasure that flooded your body with the deep and quick thrusts, making your stomach turn and you whimper loudly, wanting much more. “Alucard.. Ngh! Ah! Alu-Ah!” You wrapped a hand around his hand on your belly, digging your nails into the cold skin, feeling your legs tremble as that warmth in your belly tightened.

“Alucard, I’m going-Ngh! I...” Alucard grumbled against your neck, still going in and out of you hard and fast, having you jump into his arms. “I’m going to cum... please... Alucard...!”

His bottle and glass of blood fell off the table, breaking as it shattered on the floor as soon as you were bent on top of the hard surface, standing on tiptoe to keep up with the rhythm of Alucard’s thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper, pushing you to the limit of the pleasure you felt. You swayed by the small table with Alucard’s brutality inside you, scratching at the wood while squinting and mumbling a few words and moans, tightening tighter and tighter around him, trying to trap the cock inside you.

Alucard laughed loudly, feeling you squeezing and sucking him more and more, your thighs shaking violently and little toes curling. “Greedy...”

“Alucard... Alucard, please...” You gasped in a moan as you felt his hand on your clit, playing with the nerve at the same intensity he thrusted into you, making you scream and cum on his cock, your liquid gushing between his thrusts, dirtying his cock and clothes.

“That’s right. Good girl, cum on my cock.” Alucard’s calm, sultry voice guided you through your orgasm while he was still playing with your body, overstimulating you; your body barely holding on. Alucard slid a hand up on your back, shivering you, and tangled in your messy strands, pulling your head and spine back up. He leaned up to your ear and whispered, “Pussy so good... I’m going to fuck this pussy until I fill you with my cum. Do you want me to fill you with my cum, human?”

You nodded as you could, tired, overstimulated and eager to have the reason that took you to that basement and let yourself be fucked by that creature. You, still curious and barely formulating thoughts and sentences, babbled one of your countless doubts about the vampire. “Can you-Ngh! Ah, fuck… Get someone pregnant... Oh! Alucard!”

Alucard raised an eyebrow, surprised by your questioning because he really didn’t know, had never tried this. His sadistic smile widened, showing the row of pointed teeth, and continued to move in that animal rhythm, almost making you pass out. “Why don’t we figure this out together now?”

Alucard scraped the fangs on your neck, taking out a trickle of blood and licked the liquid, delighting in the taste and came inside you after a deep thrust, lost in pleasure, almost reaching the kingdom of heaven that was forbidden to him in the first life, having you folded for him on the table and moaning loudly, shivering and filled with the hot liquid flowing inside your pussy. He let go of you like a doll and came out of you, watching you shudder violently and his thick cum leak out of your hole, run down your thighs, the table and dripping on the floor.

Alucard whistled loudly and smiled when he saw the scene, completely satisfied with what he had done.

You blinked strongly, trying to stay awake and normalize your breathing, feeling your whole body on fire and throb in pain. You felt Alucard’s hands lifting you carefully and turning you towards him, the ruby red eyes flaming as he brushed off the hair stuck to your face by sweat and caressed your face with his long cold fingers, you smiled minimally at him, letting yourself soften in the vampire’s embrace, which remained impeccable.

You saw him pull his pants down to his ankles and sit in his chair, pulling you by the hand to the middle of his legs, kneeling in front of him, noticing his still hard, throbbing and dirty cock at the base with your cum. You looked up at the vampire’s face, seeing him smile sadistically and bring you closer to his cock with one hand and the back of your neck. “Our party only ends when I say so, human.”

@iwashie 2024, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

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suffewingowo · 1 year ago

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Like an impenetrable curtain the fog hangs in front of me. Lights of oncoming cars fading into view only for them to disappear again as the brights are flicked off.

Even through the all consuming fog, the darkness of the nighttime, I am comforted by some deep, welling, feeling.

I do not fear the creatures of the wilds coming into view and totalling my car. Nor another driver, absent-minded, on their phone swerving into my lane.

As I approach the city, only darkness greets me, until all at once the blue lights of the street lamps are thrust into my vision again.

The shroud of the stars above me is still present, even when they move unseen behind the curtain of fog.

#anyway gn lovelies <3 #the Tongue of Cassriel #the devil speaks #I don't care if you don't care #I felt something there in the dark #like a hand on my back and a chin resting on my shoulder #and now this presence will follow me to bed #HAVE I MENTIONED THOUGH THAT I FUCKING HATE CARS AND DRIVING AND CAR CENTRIC INFRASTUCTURE????#AND I DESPERATELY WANT TRAINS TO BE TAX FUNDED SO I CAN GO ALL SORTS OF PLACES AND SEE ALL SORTS OF STUFF AND A HANDFUL OF IMPORTANT PEOPLE?#BECAUSE ALL OF THAT YES VERY YES

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exopelagic · 10 months ago

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okay facing consequences of my actions

#I thought I’d gotten away with it this time #okay it’s 3am and I may have discovered something that completely ruins me #everyone is asleep so I can’t tell if this is me being sleep deprived or not!#so I need to sleep now but I haven’t cleaned my code up or written my answers #I do Not have time #if I don’t sleep now I’m gonna be having a bad time tomorrow morning and I am significantly less productive rn than I could be #with other people around I kinda need that y #so I should go to bed. but also. this code needs cleaning. but also. even if I fall asleep now I’m only getting like 5 hours MAX #I need a good few hours tomorrow morning to have a shot at doing this properly #so it would be more useful to sleep now and wake up as early as possible than keep going tonight bc I’m not going to finish tonight #okay. fuck. I hate this #if I could think straight I’d be able to fix this easy which is probably a good reason to sleep #it’s just an annoying logical problem that I gotta follow through bc currently I’m stuck between three possibilities and there might be more #I have these two rasters and I gotta calculate the area overlap #the first method counts the number of presence points in each (probably) and then counts the number in overlap raster w manually set values #the second counts total predicted points and points where they’re predicted to be alone and does a calculation with that for each species #that one with all points from both species + pseudoabsence. vs method 3 which does that with just individual species coordinates #method 1&2 are now homologous now I JUST caught the logical error but method 3 is what he gave us #but actually he might have fucked up in not including pseudoabsence #i don’t know if method 3 works for two different species either honestly #it gives me results I like much more (my overlap is 100% for one of the species and that shoooouldnt rlly happen even if it’s possible) but #I think it might actually just be wrong because it can’t account for #wait so the line is taking the prediction for all coordinates for each species for each species’ initial coordinates. and not pseudoabsence #and that set of predictions for each species coordinate set is then taken and yeah it’s no longer comparable you can’t count each alone #not with two different species bc you need an overlapping dataset to do that OKAY I have solved that logical problem my initial method works #which is annoying bc the result sucks but whatever I checked the rasters and it’s actually identical so #okay now I’ve figured that out. twenty minutes later. sleep I think it’ll help most #luke.txt

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tonycries · 4 months ago

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THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

Synopsis. Don’t worry, he knows exactly the solution when you’re upset - fúck it out of you, of course!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, FÉRAL GOJO, cheering you up, oraI (fem receiving), breéding, MAJOR overstím, PRAISE, THEY’RE SO DOWN BAD, lowkey sweet, slight exhíbitionism (Toji’s), mean Geto, síxty-nine, chokíng, making Choso cry mhm, spítting, pússy-slappíng, cúmplay, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. You’re loved n’ I hope y’all have a good leak day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Noise complaint(s)

Any time Toji decided to visit you in your cute lil’ apartment, so did a few complaints from your neighbors.

It wasn’t because of his intimidating presence, or those deadly glares of his - targeted at everyone but you, or even because of the way his large frame unapologetically blocked every doorway in your building.

No, they were noise complaints.

“So that’s what’s got my girl so mm- upset?” Toji has the audacity to chuckle - chuckle - so raggedly at that syrupy pout of yours he’s kissing away. “Usually you and this sweet pussy-” He cups a palm at your glistening cunt, smearing your sweet, sweet juices in a glossy sheen down his wrist. “-are so happy to see me, n’ now you want to keep her quiet? All because some blue-balled loser just moved in next door and got jealous overhearing your pretty moans?”

At your nervous nod, he clicks his tongue gruffly, “Makin’ you all upset like this, tch-” Leaning down to whisper, until his sharp canines graze dangerously against your earlobe, “He’s about to find out that he hasn’t heard even half of it.”

“But Toji!” you’re squealing, fingers scrambling to clamp your already-deliriously sagging mouth shut. “I told you- we have to mmpf- be quiet. He seemed so grumpy, and-”

You’re being cut off with Toji nudging the divot of his fat head against your g-spot, until all those complaints are lodged in your quivering chest by a moan. Teasing, “Talking ‘bout another man when m’trynna make you feel better, doll? Bold today, aren’t ya?”

“N-no I was jus-” Barely-audible babbles drag out of you at the heavenly stretch of your pussy lips. Toji’s muscled chest heaves up and down at the way your pussy lips addictively swallow up his leaky cock, slobbering down, down, down his length till it glistened in the dim lighting. Your legs kicking up in the air when he insistently feeds your cunt inch by greedy inch.

Again. And again and again and so needy. Depraved.

But it still wasn’t enough for him.

“Aww, come on, woman.” He’s rolling his eyes, that tiny scar curling up in a devilish grin when he pries away the hand on your mouth. “Why’re you lyin’ to yourself like this? I know you wanna heh- scream my name as much as this cute cunt of yours is right now. Do it.”

As if to confirm his point, Toji’s pushing apart your puffy folds to let your gaping pussy squelch! even louder at each of his bullying thrusts. Tight ring of muscle taking each and every smack of his sharp hip bones so well, the riotous creaking of your bed following shortly, headboard just slamming into your poor wall despite being bolted onto it.

It was already so loud.

“I don’t hngh-” you let out a feverish gasp when each roll of his hypnotic cadence gets too much. “I don’t wanna give off a b-bad impression…I just want the neighbors to like me.”

Heart clenching in his chest at how cute you are, how sorry your voice sounds, he finds his irritation flaring once again at whoever this bastard was that had you doubting yourself this way.

“Doll– they’d be fuckin’ stupid not to. And I’d beat their asses, too.” Two soft pads of his fingers come to smush your cheeks together, forcing you to stare up into his darkened emerald eyes. “But my poor baby’s still ngh- upset, no?” When you’re hesitant with your answer, they slide down to your neck - just barely putting a bit of leering pressure, “Answer me while m’still being nice, doll.”

It’s all you can do to choke out a shrill, “Yes.” He can feel your walls clenching around every ridge and prominent vein down his shaft so tight with every sultry, mewled-out word. “H-he was really sweet! But it made me- a bit- jus’ a bit.”

“See?” And Toji sounds so smug, predatory tone bleeding into the way his harsh rams pick up to an obscene speed. A thumb of his dips down to swivel over your neglected clit, wrenching out those candied moans he loves so much. “Nothin’ wrong with makin’ my girl feel better after a shitty experience. N’ if anyone has anything to s-say, they can come complain to hngh- me.”

“B-but-”

“Ah ah-” Toji kisses sloppily at your lips trying to press together and quieten, sucking on your lower lip. “What did I say just now? Loud, pretty girl.”

And it’s like a dam breaks open right then and there, you’re arching your body off the bed like such a slut to press your bare tits against Toji’s pecs. Sensitive. Faster. “Toji- oh fuck, m’so-”

“Heh, louder. I don’t hear you losing your beautiful voice yet.”

Keening, “M’so close. Fuck- g-gonna cum all over your cock.”

He’s cupping his ear so mockingly, hips still stuttering and thrusting forwards without a moments’ faltering. “Still can’t hear you, m-ah not gonna let you cum if you’re not loud enough, y’know.”

You were sure your sinful noises were traveling through the heavy, plastered wall now. Picking up in pitch and speed with every double-attack on your sweet spots everywhere. Spearing the lewd curve of his dick into you, he’s fucking you into the mattress so mean - meaner that usual. Rugged muscles of his toned waist flexing when he jostles and thrusts unforgivingly. Your voice is hoarse at this point, “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck Toji m’cumming. I’m-”

Every other loud moan is drowned out by the ringing in your ears, Toji’s own soft rasps filtering through the white-hot pleasure running down your spine.

He’s fucking you through wave after wave of high, gifting your bruised g-spot with a thorough, sly pistons of his still-swollen cock. Something that didn’t bode well for you, you already knew.

“Tha’s it. Yeahh, that’s it-” A hand cups the back of your head gently, even though his slamming staccato was anything but. “Loud. Jus’ like that- shit, gonna make him jealous. Have him regret makin’ my girl upset, fuck-” An irritated banging sounds from the other side of the wall right above your headboard - your neighbor. “Fuck, just watch I’ll give him a real show.” Still throwing jagged hips your way, ram after ram. “What’s the fucker’s name again?”

“He- he said his name was Shiu.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Sweet, sweet treat

“I can fix it.” your husband eyed that droopy bowl of frosting and back to your candied, icing-glossed pout. He can’t help but plant a sweet, sweltering kiss on them, just groaning out, “We can do it together.” Barely managing to break away and breathe out, “S’gonna- turn out- perfect, my love.”

Which is how you find yourself splayed out so shamefully on the cool granite countertops of your kitchen, your soft cotton dress only pulled lazily to the side. Nanami’s knees seated firmly on the hardwood floors, face tucked in between the heavenly sweet folds of your already soaked cunt.

“Oh- oh fuck, Ken–” he makes you let out a honeyed drawl with every drag of his hot tongue up and down your soppingly wet slit. “Y-you’re gonna get the- ngh- counter dirty!”

So what? He thinks, and it only takes a flicker of surprise in your half-lidded eyes for him to realize he accidentally said that out loud. Not used to those uncharacteristically brash sentences, but Nanami was so drunk off your addictive juices right now.

Tipping his head back, back, back to let them make their slow, sultry journey down his throat. He’s slurring out proudly, “I’ll clean the mess after I cheer up my upset lil’ wife, okay?”

With this, he’s spitting on your quivering cunt. Adding to the glistening gloss that traveled down your folds - and Nanami couldn’t help himself but kiss at the mess he’s made. Over and over and-

“F-fuuuck, jus’ like that-” You’re keening when he’s alternating between hollowing his cheeks out with methodical, never-ending sucks on your sensitive clit and just peeking inside your needy hole with his tongue. “You’re too good with your hngh! -tongue, Ken–”

It’s impossible to run away - and he knew that, too. Every little inch you backed on the counter had him just dragging you back twice as much. Hot tongue clashing and angry to part your swollen pussy lips.

You can only thread your fingers through his neat blond hair even tighter when he surges back forward. Pussydrunk. Groaning at the lewd smack of his tongue dipping in and out of your puffy folds, Thumb circling around your throbbing clit, “And you’re too sweet, darling. Even sweeter than-” He pools your slick on two thick fingers of his, coating a glossy sheen of obscenity all the way from his rounded tips to the gold wedding ring glinting in the dim light. Before popping them in his mouth to take such long, cleansing drags without even a shred of abashed hesitation, “-that icing of yours.”

“I know–” you’re babbling in disappointment, the full force of your failed attempts at baking something special earlier this evening hitting you once again at full force. “Ugh, what a waste. I can’t even-”

A syrupy beat passes. One. Two.

And at that very moment, you’re feeling the maddening stretching of your gummy walls being forced to their very limits. Whirling your dazed gaze down to spot that Nanami was now standing, belt unbuckled, tugged down just enough that you were reeling from the pressure of his fat head just barely kissing past your fluttering hole.

“That’s my wife you’re talkin’ about.” he growls, low and satiny. Hands steadying on the two sides of your trembling thighs, his grunts catch in his throat when he thoroughly sinks his swollen length in. Never-ending, dizzying. A quick frosting-coated glide of Nanami’s fingers on your lips, and he’s pressing another lingering kiss on your slack mouth. Tasting you and the sweet icing and you, “And I don’t let anyone talk about her that way, my love.”

Now, usually, Nanami was a man of patience - liking to prepare and play around with your pretty pussy as if you were his favorite toy. Molding your plush walls like clay to take his massive cock.

But now, oh now Nanami Kento was anything but patient. Shit, he didn’t even know if your snug walls could take him right now.

Hands curling up into painful fists far away from the curve of your hips, as if he was trying to stop himself from just grabbing your quivering body and just slamming himself inside you until he reached your lungs, your heart, that stupid brain of yours that loved to overthink.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ say anything bad about my wife. You’re perfect.” he breathes, greedy hazel eyes looking like they could devour you whole. “The frosting is perfect, the anniversary cake is perfect, your smile, your mind, you-” You’re being attacked by a flurry of kisses being gifted on every inch of your face that could be reached, “You you you- I love you.”

If you were in the right state of mind, you’d have responded back in a heartbeat. But right now, he’s not waiting a split-second longer before bullying the rest of his swollen, filthy cock in. Solid inches being shoved inside to force your walls to accommodate, stretching out so maddeningly across every divot and upwards curve down his shaft.

In and out in and out in and-

Your nails tear across his favorite blue button-up, down his muscled shoulders, down to that speckled yellow tie you’d gotten him a few years ago.

“You’re so- hngh-” you squeal, tugging Nanami closer by his tie. Making him bully past your narrow opening even deeper, slick walls squeezing so tight at how his weepy red tip presses right on top of your g-spot.

He chuckles, it’s so endearing how you’re already too cockdrunk to speak. One engulfing hand on your shoulder is all it takes for you to be sprawled back on the cool counter. Nanami’s pummeling cock bullying so deep inside your hot core it’s the only thing you can think about - nothing but him.

“How about, after-” Another dredge of sweet sweet frosting is dabbed along your lips, your heated skin. All for Nanami to lick sultrily, “-we’ll make the cake together, hm?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Just use me, baby.”

Those shallow, sultry words are falling from Choso’s rosy lips before he even realizes it - ringing like sheer melodies over the heady smacking of skin-on-skin where he’s bullying his fat cock into you.

After a few seconds of his sloppy, stuttering rams sending the gooey puddle of cum and slick spreading further and further on the sticky, silken sheets below you - the words finally register.

“Use you, baby?” you purr, batting your lashes in a way that has him gulping. Feeling his aching shaft twitch against your gummy walls, swollen balls squeezing so so angrily with how much seed he’d been gushing out tonight. “You want me to use you?”

Each thrust of his is lingering, rolling forwards to push you further and further up that pooling mess. He can’t think, he can’t even breathe. And it takes everything in Choso to groan out, “Yes yes- fuck, please.” You’re feeling him place a trail of wet kisses up to the nape of your neck, big tears clinging to his dark lashes, “If my- hngh- if my girl is upset, I want her to use me. Ruin me till she forgets all about it.”

It only takes a split-second for you to immediately flip around your positions, pinning a whiny, pliant Choso so harshly down onto the plush mattress.

“Hngh- oh, baby—” He bounces slightly at the sheer force. Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head at the slobbering sheen of cum dripping down his long, long length. Bucking up his quivering hips till you’re speared all the way down on his cock, clit hitting the tufts of black at his thick hilt. “Fuuuck—.” He’s groaning raggedly, like a mantra, two big arms tugging your body stuck to his sculpted front. Nodding half-lucidly, “Yeah- yeah just like that. Whatever you want with me.”

Your pace was unforgiving - barely even giving him a moment to spew out those pussydrunk promises before rocking your hips up and down up and-

“Use you, huh?” you echo back his own words, the sheer need dripping in them having Choso bow his body upwards to pummel into you in a matching feverish pace. You’re humming, thinking back to those stupid pick-up lines the creepy new manager at work had snided just today. It was harmless, but oh how Choso would kill him if he knew. “Well then, don’t mind if I do.”

With a pained keen, he’s surging upwards onto his elbows, craning his head to mesh your honeyed lips with his. “Mmm- mpfh yeah, exactly like this.” Mixing out such throaty groans with your gasps, so desperate to please you with the way he plants two feet on the bed, thrusting up hazily to find your sweet spots, “S’this any better? How do you- ngh how do you feel, baby?”

You’re letting out a drunken giggle with how he’s the one asking - when really it should be you. Because your sweet boyfriend looked so ruined, eyes wrecked with tears. Milky skin a canvas for possessive red marks from your nails. Kiss-bitten lips spit-glossed and permanently parted in ecstasy, only slacking further every time your snug channel dragged down him.

“Much better, forgot about m’day already.” you’re hissing into his open mouth. “So fuckin’ gorgeous n’ mine, that bastard doesn’t know what the fuck he’s ah- talking about.”

Choso had no idea what you were talking about - though, he thinks his mind is too much of a hot, gooey mess to understand right now. Still so needy to please. Only being able to babble out a stupid, “Yours- fuck m’yours.”

And despite being the one setting the tempo, you can only let out such whiny groans at the sheer stretch Choso’s swollen cock is causing you. By the way he’s molding your gummy walls to each and every throbbing vein decorating down him.

“Sh-shit m’so close, baby.” he whines, a fresh wave of tears streaming down with each overstimulating smack! of his tight, overworked balls against the curve of your ass. Lazily, like he’s moving through molasses, Choso’s drawing messy patterns on your pulsing clit - not even circles, brain too fried to. “M’so close fuck- I need you to- I need-”

“Shhh shhh.” you coo, running a hand through his dark strands, damp with sweat. “Cum f’me, Cho~”

“Hngh!” He can’t stop his hips from bucking up ferally, crying out, “But- I can’t. Wan’ you to feel better. Need you to cum f’me. Use me-”

“Cho.”

“Please-”

“Choso.” you warn, narrowing your eyes, deciding to tease him a little with shallow, repetitive grinds of your hips up and down. Toes curling at the friction of his creamy seed sloshing around inside. “Cum.”

“Hngh- but-” he’s thrashing upwards, so addicted to the rough collision of your sensitive spots against his fat head. Pulling out such fucked-out moans from you already, “But m’spposed to be making you feel happy-”

Your fingers deftly find themselves on Choso’s temping throat, right above his racing pulse. You tighten your nails just enough to leave five matching crescents to match the rest of his marked-up body.

“Cho–” you puff in a sultry groan against his ear. “All I want is for you to fill me up right now.”

And then he’s spilling into you in thick, hot dredge after dredge of his potent seed - before you’ve even finished your sentence. It overfills your pre-painted cunt, that obscene white slopping out of your slit and onto where your hips rocked against your boyfriend’s even harder. A creamy white ring forming mouthwateringly. Relentlessly.

“See?” Choso couldn’t - vision blurry, ears stuffed with cotton. “I don’t care what any sleazy manager has to say, you’re perfect for me.” A gentle kiss is placed on his pouty, worried lips and shit you still didn’t show any signs of slowing down, overstimulating him to tears. You trace his furious marks, “N’ pick me up from work tomorrow in your skimpiest muscle tee~”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Overtime?

A lewd smack! is all that’s ringing in your ears right now, so loud over the distant hum of the photocopier. Accompanied shortly by Geto’s sing-song rasp of, “Heh, missin’ our reservation for this- Are you the one havin’ a bad day or am I?”

Before you can answer, you’re being gifted with another mean kiss of your boyfriend’s palm against your bulging pussy. Smack! Lingering on the nudge of where he could feel your sloppy hole mending around his girthy shaft, before dancing upwards to grip your hair in a sultry hold.

Pulling your entire weight up, up, up like he didn’t care about the way he was treating you like some ragdoll right now. Up to drag his lips towards your ear, “Doesn’t matter, because m’still fuckin’ you just the same.”

“S-Sugu–” your breaths crack with need when he’s pushing in a harsh thrust to slam back into the very bottom of your poor pussy. Eyes darting to the tiny window of your office photocopy room, “Sugu, we’re going to get caught.”

“And yet, she’s still hah- sucking me up as sluttily as ever.” he grins, tilting his head back to get those long, inky strands out of his face. He chuckles at the obscene sight of your cunt stretched to her limits, struggling, and drooling a sweet, sweet gloss down his length. “What’s with the ngh- attitude now? You said you wanted to feel better about working overtime so here we are.”

You bite down on your lower lip to hold back your moans when his fat tip draws a solid, straight line across your bruised cervix. Slamming forwards to have you scrambling forwards into some more important paperwork you really should be looking over right now.

“I did but-”

“Problem solved then.” Geto lets out a low whistle, sounding so utterly smug when he pulls your hips deeper into his. “Now let me make this shitty workload hah- so much better for you, gorgeous.”

Honestly, when you told your dear boyfriend that you’d have to cancel tonight’s date because of a sudden deadline for tomorrow, you felt guilty. Working after everyone else had left, spewing out upset little apologies until he told you he’d come over to the office to “help you take your mind off of things.”

You just didn’t expect it’d end up like this.

Smack!

Geto scoffs, “Aww documents have you zoning out on me again, pretty girl? Take a break, didn’t I tell ya you don’t have to worry about work and all those stupid things when you’re with me?”

Your knees weaken involuntarily when his gruff question is followed by such an unapologetic crash into your ravaged g-spot. Thankfully being held up by one of Geto’s strong arms to fuck yourself back all the way from his red, weepy tip to that see-through ring dredged up on his thick base. Somehow, you’re managing to gasp out, “N-no, I was just…”

“N-n-no, you were just zoning out, that’s what.” he’s mocking your answer in an overly-dramatic higher pitch, adding a few extra moans you were spilling with every harsh slam after slam of his hips. “What did I tell you now, relax. Let me fuck this shitty overtime and that shitty boss outta ya cute lil’ head, gorgeous. You and her-” His red-rimmed eyes, drunk on the feeling of your slicked walls enveloping him, lock on the sight of his curved dick disappearing so easily in and out of you. “-don’t have to worry about a thing right now.”

It was that same little promise - the one he’d whispered over and over into your sagging open mouth when he’d first ambushed you in the photocopy room. Bending you over the nearest flat surface before ramming into you all those thick, greedy inches of his long-needy cock.

And here he still was.

Splatters of your syrupy slick coats his toned pelvis with every jagged thrust, fucking you so deep - so disrespectfully - into the office desk. Your feet don’t even touch the ground now, mind spinning and syrupy. Geto’s bending his own to angle up exactly to hit the bullseye of your sweet spots. All those familiarly mapped-out areas to drive anything and everything out of your mind but him and the temptation for more more more-

Click!

Both of you are raising your heads in sync at the distinct clamor of an opening door somewhere in the office - shit, was someone doing patrols at this time?

Your jaw drops open in shock - and the feeling of your boyfriend sliding two slender fingers to your pulsing clit. Drawing rough, skimming circles on the bundle of nerves. He has you jolting and arching your back right into him, his arms - exactly where he loved to have you.

“Now we’re-” your words come in strangled little stutters, mindlessly bouncing your ass back onto his cock. Feeling the sinful tremors run down your spine with each slam, “-we’re really gonna get hah- caught. And I’m not even halfway through my project yet.”

And Geto - that smug bastard - sounds amused. He thinks he’ll have a ah- talk with your boss later about piling on workloads later. But for now, he sounds so fucking content when he’s musing, “Better cum fast before they give you more than overtime, pretty girl.” Before planting a deceivingly chaste peck on your lips, “Though, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to havin’ a cute lil’ housewife to spoil all day either.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - QUIET TIME!

“Oh, Kuna–”

“Now that’s music to my ears.” Sukuna smirks darkly, lips searing in a trail right down your arched spine. Two inhumanly large hands massage down your back, pulling you against his sculpted front. “So much better to hear you say m’name than complain about some fuckin’ eugh-” His tone trembles in distaste, “-office drama.”

Scoffing, “No need to be so mean, Kuna. You really should’ve heard what Mrs. Smith down at-”

That little tangent earns you a sharp smack! to the fat of your bare ass, cupping the little tremors with a chuckle. He hums with a mocking lilt in his baritone voice, “You’re testing my patience~” Sukuna goes back to kneading at the stressed knots in your body. “Shut up and let me massage you, woman.”

And oh you should’ve learned your lesson - should’ve taken this rare, sweet little moment you’d gotten from your rough boyfriend. Should’ve done anything other than huff out, “Ugh, if only you’d heard what she said, ruined my whole-”

“Lift your hips.”

Your eyes widen at the sudden interruption, “Wh-what?”

“Lift your hips goddammit.”

It’s all you can do to mindlessly head his gruffed out words, legs stuttering and shaky when you get up on all fours. A gasp rips from your throat when Sukuna shuffles into the gap between your pliant body and the silken bedsheets. Not stopping until his hot breath was puffing against your sopping slit, your eyes mere inches away from his massive erection. Throbbing thickly and outlined with precum through his boxers.

Your mouth waters, “K-Kuna what-”

“So it really takes this to get me back on your mind, huh, brat?” he’s cutting you off with another branding smack on your ass - this time, the very rounded tips of his thick fingers just grazing against your dripping folds. “Couldn’t stop talkin’ about some fuckin’ Mrs. Smith even when I’m right here.”

“Are you jealous?” you muse, brows turning upwards in confusion. “Because I can assure you-”

Before you can run your mouth again, Sukuna’s cutting you off with one hand reaching down to wrap around your throat. The other pulls your shaky hips down to sit on his face.

“How’s this for jealous?” He grunts, an obscene slurping noise pouring into your hazy bedroom, eyes rolling to the back of his head at this messy kiss with your needy cunt. “Gonna make you forget about those shitty people. Just focus on me.”

You’re managing to wrangle your greedy gaze over your shoulder to spy his lewdly wet smirk, glistening down with a glossed cover of your slick. They’re so pretty, so kiss-bruised in your favorite shade of pink when they wrap around your throbbing cunt to give a harsh suck. “What? Got a problem, woman?”

You wine softly in protest, your lower lip jutting out in a pout that makes his clothed cock just coat down his fat tip with syrupy precum. Opening your mouth to retort and-

In all of two seconds, Sukuna’s hand snug around your throat drops down to tug on his boxers. Tall, angry erection hitting your parted lips with a soft thwack! It doesn’t stay there for long - no, because you feel that familiar pressure back on your throat again, and his achy cock being bullied down, down, down your throat.

“Actually, don’t answer that.” he’s letting out a strained groan, sanity dancing away with every clench of your tight throat around his glistening shaft. Holding you still with the hand on your throat, Sukuna’s powerful thigh muscles strain when he’s fucking up into your heavenly mouth slow, sultry. Spitting to coat him in all your sweet saliva, “Consider this quiet time, just shut up and take my cock.”

Your eyes are watering, Sukuna’s girth rubbing against every part of your plushy mouth. Swirling a pool of salty precum on your tongue. You can’t do anything but keen brokenly around that warm weight when long, thick fingers are spreading your puffy folds to wrangle his long tongue in deeper. Textures of his tastebuds grazing over and over against your spongy entrance - your clit.

“Hngh- mmpf-” you’re jutting your hips traitorously. Dragging your slobbering pussy up and down his thorough lips, giving longing, drunken licks up from your weepy base to your hot clit. “Kuna-”

He breaks away with a sinful smack! Your sensitive bud being tugged along with snapping strings of delicate precum and slick.

“Mhm, that’s what I like-” he’s slurring out words mixing together with need. Free hand coming down to toy your clit between two rolling fingers. And you could tell how much he liked this, fat shaft twitching animalistically inside your mouth. Nudging his leaking head at the back of your throat, it’s only with how long you’ve been with Sukuna that you manage not to gag. “-to have you shut up on my cock this way. That pretty mouth is better used for something other than rememberin’ some shitty people when you’re with me. They can fuck right off with the disrespect towards my woman.”

It’s all you can do to keep your jaw slacking further and further with every dragged-out smack of Sukuna’s heavy balls against your face. His hips using you like some glorified cocksleeve, ruthless in his pace. Molding your mouth to the shape of him while he does the very same with yours.

“F-fuuuck-” you manage to gasp out through the drooling edges of your lips. “It feels so- ngh–” Moans getting lost when Sukuna flicks your throbbing clit slowly, nudging with the very tip of his dark fingernails. “You’re being so-”

“So loud.” he finishes your own sentence for you. Grinning a grin that sends shivers up your spine, right to where he was stuffing your mouth shut with all long inches of his cock. Murmuring dangerously around your sloppy hole, “Interrupt quiet time again and you don’t get to cum, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Unmistakably depraved.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart.” Gojo’s whispering, over and over. As if he can’t - won’t - manage to articulate anything else right now. The honeyed words wrenching out of him with each sticky crash of his shaft down your sloppy slit in this firm mating press. “Do you know how hngh- long I’ve missed this sweet cunt?”

You don’t have to answer, and the echoing smack! of his too-sensitive balls against the curve of your ass is enough of one for him. Making his eyes gleam with such a feral glint, traveling straight to where he was pressing in bullying little grinds past your clamping walls.

It’s been so long - too long - about a whole week since your pussy-whipped boyfriend was able to have his fill of you.

A soft pad of his thumb rolls in a languid circle over your needy clit. Sending white-hot shockwaves that have you jolting the balls of your feet to greedily swallow up even more throbbing inches of him.

“Fuck, forgot how tight you s-squeeze me when I do that.” Gojo eyes dance to the back of his head with every bottom-out hit against your clingy mess of a cunt. Crashing so messily onto every velvety inch of your cunt. It only takes a few drags of your slobbering walls down his length for your dear boyfriend to run his mouth, “Forgot allll about this because of some- hngh- some mournng for a fucking fictional character-”

“My favorite character, Toru!” you exclaim, through furrowed brows. Both of you are shocked at the fact that you’re still managing to speak in coherent sentences - just means he hasn’t fucked you good enough yet, he muses with his syrupy, pussydrunk mind. “He was my- my favorite and he died and-”

You’re immediately being shut up by two sweet lips planting on your own, immediately moving to suck on your tongue so filthily. “Well, I’m your favorite boyfriend-” Your only, but semantics. Gojo whines - whines, “Shouldn’t I- hngh- be more important?”

As if to help you make your decision, he’s burrowing his cock in such needy thrusts. And Gojo can’t help but crane his neck to bite down on your frantically racing pulse, feeling himself salivate with how well you’re milking each and every single vexing ram of his hips. Just spearing the hotly saturated tip into your spongy g-spots, so fucking big that every stroke feels like a brush against your throat, an indent into the plush walls of your pussy, wrapping and molded around his girth.

Another bite to your neck at your silence - sharp canines just shy of drawing blood. And you swear Gojo’s eyes spark with an unnatural lightning blue when he devours you with a greedy stare, “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“You a-are.” Is all you can gasp out, but that’s not enough for the great Gojo Satoru. You’re instantly earning a rosy pout and a loaded smack! right on the bullseye of your glistening clit, faintly you think you hear the crackle of jujutsu. Thighs burning at the sheer stretch of being folded down, down, down until your knees knocked against your tits. “You’re more- hah! Fuck fuck fuck don’t– you’re more important!”

This seems to soothe your jealous boyfriend a bit, but it still doesn’t stop him from placing such brutal thrusts on your poor, ravaged pussy. Bruising. Sloppy.

You’re whining so brokenly, “Fuck, right there- feels too good- hngh!”

“Mhm, exactly what I thought.” Another explosive slap to your sensitive nub, humming with power, and Gojo throws his head back at how much it makes you gush so wetly around his thick hilt. “Now, was that- ngh- was that so hard?” Spitting out little profanities into your lips, as if the man he was jealous over wasn’t a few pixels, “The f-fucker- Had to wait a whole week before I got to comfort my sad girl? I’d kill him myself.”

You can’t even formulate a response to that - not even if you wanted to. Because with increasingly sloppy drags of his cock against your walls, Gojo only grows more and more heated.

“Fuck- makin’ my girl so upset. Gonna fuck all thoughts outta him for ya.” Babbling out little curses a mile a minute, swift pace bruising your spring cervix, your g-spot. A thin trickle of drool trails messily in-between your clashing kisses, only growing every time he’s ramming into your gripping cunt. “Gonna make you cum- make you mine.” Difficult, even with how you were clinging onto his every rough, angled thrust, and you don’t think Gojo even realizes the possessive little spanks he’s repeatedly leaving on your puffy clit. “Won’t you cum like a good girl f’me, sweetheart?”

He’s moaning at the sloppy way you listen to his ragged plea, letting out such pretty moans into the heady air when you fall back into your high. Toes curling, jolts of needy pleasure running down your spine, such a mess.

It makes Gojo falter in his tempo, it makes the sharp bones on his toned hips slam into you even harder, stuttering and rutting forwards like some animal in heat that can’t bear to do anything but be buried well inside you. It makes him cum.

“Oh- fuck, Toru s’in so deep.” You mewl, too cockdrunk to say anything else. To feel anything but the slow, sultry filling of your quivering cunt. Rope after rope of his hot cum painting the mess of your branded walls inside, and each time he’s fucking his cum even deeper you feel a lewd whimper of his name leave you. Vision tinging with need, with the feeling of being so overfilled you could barely breathe. “Oh- oh my god I feel it coming-”

Your words hitch in your throat when Gojo - cock still angry and twitching with faint wisps of trickling cum - plugs a slender finger into your bulging cunt. Stopping the overflow, the grins, “Hope you’re on the pill, my girl, because we’re not done until you forget.”

A/N. Ouu y’all should’ve seen the way I was CACKLING writing Toji’s ending.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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kbwrites · 6 months ago

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“Who did this to you?” A deep voice echoes, vibrating around the walls of the throne room. On the opulent throne sits the owner of the baritone voice — Ryomen Sukuna. The king of curses, resting his head on his arm as he looks down at you, too scared to look up from your feet.

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He warns, your body hasn’t ceased shaking. Your uniform is tattered, the rips in the fabric revealing deep purple bruises. Uraume was the one that found you, unconscious in the butlers pantry. After waking you up they brought you to the throne room. So there you were, kneeling at the feet of your king.

You arrived to the estate a year ago, your life as a servant was agreeable. Lord Sukuna treated all his servants well. You were loyal, efficient and pleasant to look at, it was only a matter of time before he started to notice you.

At first he requested you be the one to serve him breakfast. Then it became lunch, and suddenly you tended to all his meals. He demanded you for everything, his bathing, dressing. He could do all of these things himself of course, but he prefered your gentle hands. His personal attendant, not even Uraume, had seen the king of curses at his most vulnerable... but you had bared witness to all of him.

“Fine, if you won’t tell me who. Then why?” Ryomen slowly rises from his throne, his looming figure towering over your kneeling body. He lowers himself to your level, one hand reaches down to lift your chin. Firm yet gentle he forces you to look up at him, your eyes meeting his red ones. Your once flawless skin is covered in bruises. His eyes darken.

“They t-think you favor me.” Is all you can manage to get out.

Word spreads around the estate of course. And plus Sukuna didn’t exactly hide his preference for you. You didn’t sleep with the rest of the help, you were given a room connected to his. ‘In case he requested your presence in the night’ but the reality was he slept better knowing you were near. You didn’t eat the servant food, you dined in the great hall. At a separate table he had made for you. All of these things on full display for the others to see, it wasn’t long before the insults started. At first it was the odd ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ being mumbled in passing. Then an accidental shove into the wall, always followed by a curt “sorry”.

But today? It was your birthday. You had only mentioned it to Ryomen in passing one day at breakfast. He never understood the need for such a useless celebration. You went about your duties for the day, when Uraume found you and handed you a small box. And there on display for everyone to see, a beautiful beaded bracelet made from polished cherry wood. A token of appreciation ‘for your hard work’.

A gift from the king of curses.

“What’s so great about you anyway?”

“Lord Sukuna’s bed-warmer gets everything she wants!”

They punched and kicked, throwing you into the pantry. The group of servants you once thought of as your family. Clouded by jealousy, hatred towards you — the lord’s favorite.

Ryomen Sukuna, the epitome of ruthlessness and malevolence, softens his gaze. He looks upon your trembling form with… pity? His moment of weakness is replaced by an unreadable expression.

“You have been relieved of your servant duties. You will stay here in my quarters from here on out.” It’s a demand, leaving no room for objection. Your eyes well up with tears looking up at your king, his other hand wipes them away. He rises, walking towards the door, his back facing you.

“Get up. Uraume will tend to your injuries. Once you are well, we will visit the servant’s quarters. You will point out those who laid their filthy hands on you, and I will kill them.”

part 2 out now!!

#jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen x reader #kbwrites #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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s0dium · 6 months ago

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Creep

Warnings: Creepy/stalker behavior, breeding kink, pussydrunk behavior, cumflation, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, orgasms

You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.

At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.

It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.

In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.

So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.

His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.

"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.

"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.

"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.

His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.

"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please."

As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.

"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"

SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #yuuta smut #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk smut #l x reader #l smut #shinso x reader #kenma x reader #kenma smut #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro smut #kny smut #kny x reader

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sttoru · 10 months ago

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’ve been one of sukuna’s many concubines for quite a while now. yet, you still cannot get rid of the jealousy in your system whenever he interacts with the other women in his harem.

wc. idk around 1 to 2k

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (hurt to comfort), fluff, suggestive at the end. heian era. you call sukuna ‘my lord’. reader gets called ‘brat, little girl’. size difference. no part2, don’t ask i beg. not beta read.

“get back here, brat,” sukuna raises his voice as he follows you. he isn’t one to care about others’ emotional outbursts, yet here he is, chasing you after you’ve poured out your heart to him.

you don’t know why you’re this upset. you do know, however, that it’s childish of you to walk away mid dinner. you should’ve just stayed seated and refuse to let the thoughts consume you.

now you’re speed walking down the hallways of the estate—your legs carrying you as fast as they can without actually making a run for it. your mind keeps replaying the ‘unsettling’ scene that caused you to flee.

you remember it vividly. the sound of sukuna’s low, amused chuckle. how intrigued it was because of something another concubine told him—how he stopped chewing to say something back to her. which he rarely does.

hell, you’ve never seen him laugh around his other concubines.

“i do not wish to talk to you right now, my lord,” you reply, voice raised so the distance wouldn’t make it a hassle for the king of curses to hear you. you know that feisty attitude of yours entertains sukuna to no end.

he raises an eyebrow once he’s heard your voice; how it’s dripping with envy and hurt. you’ve never reacted like that before—at least not in his presence. it made him want to figure out why and how.

though, he can easily guess the reasoning behind your sudden defiance.

“oh, that so?” sukuna hums. he’s lenient with you this time around. he could catch up to you in under a split second, but he decides to give you that sense of accomplishment first before completely destroying it. he walks after you slowly, your fast steps being the same tempo as his slow pace.

you don’t answer. you’re stubborn. you have no right to feel jealous. you are a fairly new concubine—only a couple months ago did you join sukuna’s harem. yet, the time spent with him was precious.

he treats you differently. everyone notices that. everyone tells you the same. you know he does by the way he lets you off the hook with most stuff you say and do.

you don’t know what you did to gain his favouritsm, but it’s addicting. his attention is addictive. real addictive.

you had sworn not to develop any unneccessary feelings for that ruthless sorcerer. but, with the way sukuna treated you so gently behind closed doors, it was impossible not to.

you eventually reach the doors to your chambers. you slide them open and wish to close them behind you, only for a big hand to halt those movements. you freeze in place and refuse to look up at the owner of that said hand.

“look up,” sukuna demands. his voice causes goosebumps to appear on your arms, but you still don't budge. he clicks his tongue. that’s your first warning. two more and your punishment will be carried out, “we can do this the hard way too if you want.”

you turn your head, your fingers curling around the material of your kimono. you really should not feel this way about a little interaction between sukuna and his other concubine. that is none of your concern. what he does with those other women is none of your concern.

and yet. . .

“i don't want to,” you retort. sukuna walks into your room with a sigh. each step he takes forwards, you take backwards. your back finally bumps against the wall next to your bed.

sukuna towers over you, his tall and big frame making you feel vulnerable. especially with the way those red eyes of his are staring down at you. he crosses all four of his arms before speaking.

“tell me what’s running through that head of yours,” sukuna inquires sternly. he isn’t playing around anymore, you can tell. you glance the other way—knowing that he will laugh at you the moment you tell him why you’re upset.

you have a feeling he knows the reason behind your tantrum anyway.

“it’s nothing of importance, my lord,” you shake your head and relax your tense shoulders to make you seem less upset. your words have some truth in them—you don’t think your feelings of envy hold any value to him.

sukuna sighs again. he’s trying his best not to be annoyed at you. you’re his favorite and he wishes not to sadden you any further. he steps forwards, one hand moving to cup the side of your face.

his rough fingers play with a string of your hair, “i’m not stupid, little girl. i don’t like it when my woman is in distress.”

your heart skips a beat. this is what confuses you—how he can go from stern to gentle and vice versa. it’s surprisingly unexpected, which makes you long for more. even if his behaviour is confusing.

you look up at sukuna. your eyes meet for the first time in a good couple minutes. the corner of sukuna’s lips curls up into a satisfied smirk. that’s one step closer to getting you to open up.

“now,” the king of curses lowers his head to your eye level, the proximity all the more nerve wracking. he holds your jaw super tightly out of the blue. it makes you whimper.

“spit it out.”

there it is. the duality of the man strikes once more. you swallow the spit that’s been building up in your mouth. you bite your bottom lip lightly, trying to gather and form the right words to explain yourself.

sukuna wouldn’t understand. he’s a cold-hearted man who doesn’t care about such ‘trivial’ matters. he’ll just call you stupid, pathetic or whatever other derogatory term.

you stop your thoughts for a moment.

“it’s really just a stupid thing,” you mutter. your fingers curl around sukuna’s wrist—the one hand he’s using to firmly hold your jaw. you take a deep breath in, “i did not like it when you, errr. . . when that woman talked to you at the dinner table.”

your voice is clearly dripping with jealousy. pure, pure jealousy. and for what? because he talked to his other concubine. you feel stupid. you thought you discarded your personal feelings for the sorcerer before you the moment you turned into one of his many women.

“that woman?” sukuna tilts his head, feigning ignorance. that little grin on his face tells you enough. he’s playing with you like some form of entertainment. well, technically you are.

he wants you to be specific. he’s forcing you to be by acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

in all honesty, sukuna’s already forgotten what that woman had said to him. it wasn’t and still isn’t worth remembering. all he can recall is your adorable facial expression when you saw him interact like that with his other concubine.

that little frown on your face was priceless. it makes him want to keep teasing you.

“you know who i am talking about, my lord,” you huff, trying to look away, but get stopped by sukuna readjusting his grip on your jaw. he firmly yet gently taps your cheek once and you know what it means.

“attitude,” sukuna warns with a quick hiss. he can let you say whatever you want to him, but you also have some limits regarding which tone you use with him. you apologise quietly under your breath.

the king of curses nods in satisfaction before releasing the grip on your jaw. his large hand trails down to your neck, thumb rubbing up and down your throat, “so, my little girl is mad at me because i talked to another concubine of mine, huh?”

you nod mindlessly. sukuna can easily get you to comply with him—to obey his every word, simply with his actions. the terms of endearment he uses are the cherry on top. they slip off his tongue so easily with you.

“tsk tsk,” sukuna shakes his head. his hand is now on the back of your head, fingers tangled into your hair. he’s staring down at you with a smug expression. he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, “how childish of you.”

you knew that would be one of the things he’d say to you. what you didn’t expect is for him to go for a kiss right after. his lips land on yours firmly, and to no surprise, you instantly return the gesture.

your arms wrap around his neck—your chest pressing against his. sukuna wastes no time in picking you up and letting your legs encircle his waist. he’s not pulling away for air to breathe and you don’t either.

“you’re going to listen to me, yeah?” sukuna murmurs between passionate kisses. he’s holding onto you tightly with two arms, his free hands roaming over your body whilst he pins you against the wall.

when you whimper out a weak, high-pitched ‘yes, my lord’, he smirks against your mouth before turning to kiss your neck. he slightly bites the skin to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

“i don’t remember what that woman said,” sukuna continues, nearly out of breath because of the kisses he’s leaving all over you. he easily grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head on the wall, “i was too busy lookin’ at a much prettier concubine of mine.”

he pulls back a little so he can look you in the eyes. you’re panting and embarrassed by what he just said. one of his hands finds your face again, tracing the shape of your mouth.

“my favourite,” sukuna whispers whilst licking his lips. you can see it in his eyes: he’s silently planning out how he’s going to remind you of your place. your place as his favorite concubine.

he dips his head back down, aiming for the valley between your breasts. he closes his eyes before sucking on the surrounding flesh;

“guess i’ll be nice for once ‘nd show you just what it means to be my favorite so that you’ll never dare forget it again.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #jjk #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n

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selfcarecap · 3 months ago

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Cat & Dog [L.H.]

✧ Logan Howlett x kitty hybrid!reader

✧ summary: Logan rescues you, a kitty hybrid, on a mission and you become infatuated with him. (that’s all the plot you get, the rest is porn lol <3)

✧ warnings: smut 18+, unequal power dynamics bc Logan saves reader (and she’s a bit naive and inexperienced), kitty hybrid!reader (human with kitty ears, a tail, claws and kind of fangs and she purrs), reader’s first time, unprotected piv, oral sex, Logan teases reader a lot, slight daddy kink (like two mentions – still figuring out whether i like it for Logan), implied age gap, pet names (baby, bub, kid (not during sex), sweetheart, kitty — at first mockingly but then not), reader making biscuits on Logan w/ her claws lol, slight pain kink, Logan teaches reader about consent, uh i ignored that the reader’s probably gone through some trauma lool, Logan is indifferent to reader’s feelings for him at first but it changes, reader wears Logan’s hoodie; alternative summary that i thought was too cringe to use: Logan’s a nasty dog and you’re his pretty kitty.

✧ word count: 5.2k

Logan Howlett is your saviour — the most handsome hero to ever exist.

He finds you on a mission, abandoned like the runt of the litter. The only reason he knows you’re still alive as he carefully approaches you, curled into a ball, is because his strengthened senses allow him to hear your dull heartbeat, and the matted tail at your lower back bristles when you hear him come closer.

“I’ll get you out of here, kid. You’re safe now,” he says, telling you his name and that he’s part of the X-Men. You turn slightly at the sound of one of his claws unsheathing, and watch him use it to pick the lock of the cage you’re being held in.

He opens the door and takes more steps backwards than necessary, “There you go.”

You’d be able to dart straight past him and escape. You trust him. He smells different from the men that locked you in here, too. Sure, he smells a bit doggish, or like a wolf maybe, but he’s sweaty from fighting men to get to you so you’re not going to complain.

You slowly crawl through the cage door on all fours, feeling his eyes rake over your body. You don’t know why he’s staring – apart from your tail, and, sure, your ears, you have the body of a human – but you don’t mind it. You immediately feel warm in his presence. Everything is about to get better, all thanks to him.

He carries you in his arms when you’re too weak to even stand and you’ve never felt as peaceful and protected as when he holds you, and you cling to him with all the energy you have left. You can’t help but hiss when he puts you down in the seat next to him instead of in his lap to get you home.

It’s now been two weeks since you last saw Logan. He gave you his zip hoodie to keep you warm as soon as you got to the mansion and he didn’t leave your side until you were safely in the infirmary. You wish he never left.

They’re insisting on keeping you in here to heal, ignoring every time you ask for Logan. You feel healthy – they’ve even made your tail all pretty and fluffy again – so you take it upon yourself to find him.

You sneak out of the infirmary late at night, and all you have to do to find Logan is follow your senses.

Once you’ve located his room, you push the door open without any thought. He’s in bed but he’s still awake. The light on his nightstand casts a glow over the room and you smile when you finally see him again.

“What’re you doing here, kid?” he asks, sitting up slightly. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers, and you eye the muscles from his chest down to his abdomen, noticing the delicious layer of hair he has all over.

“Can’t sleep,” you take a step over the threshold, holding onto the door shyly.

Logan smiles, more to himself, “Was wondering when I’d see you again, bub.”

“Was waiting for you to come visit me,” you pout. You jut out your hip to one side, your tail curling upwards and peeking out behind your legs. You’re showing off. Last time he saw your tail, it was all tattered, but now it’s soft and bouncy again. You see Logan looking at it, smiling slightly, but he doesn’t compliment it like you hoped.

“We barely know each other. It’s nothing personal, kid. It was a standard mission. Anyone from our team could have got you first.” It stings that he doesn’t find your bond as special as you do, but you don’t mind if you have to do some convincing. He’s worth it.

“But we do know each other,” you close the door and make your way to his bed, “You saved me. I wouldn’t be alive without you. I just want to show you my appreciation.” You’re at the foot of his bed, crawling onto it on all fours. You’d never normally be this blunt but you can’t help yourself around him. Your need for him has taken over your entire being in the last two weeks.

You watch him taking you in. Your movements are sensual and sleek – feline. You know he’s never been with someone like you, and you’re happy for him to take his time if he needs it. Perching on his bed, between his spread legs, you slowly unzip the hoodie of his that you’re still wearing.

His eyes follow the languid movement as you drag the zipper down, revealing your simple black top underneath. It clings to your skin in all the right places in the same way that your soft, tight, black shorts do.

“Looks good on you,” he nods towards the hoodie.

“Do you want me to keep it on?” You ask, but he shakes his head, smiling.

“It’ll look better off.”

You unzip it fully, throwing it to the side of the bed.

“Can I stay with you?” you lean over him. He’s about to open his mouth, and you have a feeling he’s going to tell you no.

“Please,” you cut him off.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he huffs, moving to give your ears a light scratch, “you can stay for a bit”. He’s intrigued enough to let you stay – you can hear it in his elevated heartbeat – and you don’t mind if curiosity is the only reason he’s keeping you with him for now.

He paws at your fluffy ears, almost groping you, unsure how to treat you, but you haven’t been touched there in so long that it feels like heaven anyway.

“Who’s a good kitty?” he mocks as he gets the sweet spot behind your ear, but you don’t realise he’s teasing you, pushing your head further against his hand in bliss as you begin to purr.

Logan isn’t sure how you’re making the noise, but it turns him on. He wants to hear more of it, “Well, don’t you sound pretty?”

Your purring intensifies. You move down his body and settle over his legs, your head in his lap as his hand stays on your head. It’s then that Logan realises he’s already half-hard. The only reason he let you in was because he’s sexually intrigued by you, your cute demeanour and that fluffy tail somehow doing it for him. But he wasn’t planning on actually doing anything — not until now.

Your face is mere inches from his cock and he’s starting to ache to do something about it, getting harder. You’re still trying to find the most comfortable position as you rub your cheek across his lap like a little cat. You stop when you feel his erection.

“Are you hard?” you ask bluntly, eyes all wide.

“I am, bub.”

“For me?” you purr quietly.

“All for you.” Logan tips his head to the side, waiting to see your reaction. He can tell that whatever you’re asking him next is taking you a bit more courage. He watches you gnaw on your lip all cutely.

“I’ve never seen a cock before…” you confess, and Logan stifles a laugh.

“Y’wanna?” He surprises himself when he says it. At first, he thought your affection was simply that of the saved towards her saviour, or familial maybe, but he’s not mad at this.

Logan gets fully hard as you nod at him in such awe, your tail curling around his bare leg, and it’s even softer than it looks.

He pushes his boxers down just enough to pull out his cock, jerking himself off for just a few seconds to get some friction. You’re staring at it as you move your legs back, instinctively arching your back with your ass up.

Your tail bobs behind you Logan can’t resist giving it a light tug, curling his finger around it. “Mmh,” you huff, pulling your tail away by instinct.

“Sorry, kitty,” he chuckles, “just wanted to feel it.” Your cheeks warm at his confession and you move your tail back in the direction of his hand so he can reach for it when he wants to. Your tail is your pride and you won’t let just anyone touch it – Logan’s the exception. He can gladly dominate you by tugging at your tail all day if he wants.

He smiles as he touches your tail again, letting it glide through his fist from the bottom to the tip of your fur. “Such a pretty kitty,” he hums as he bites his lip.

Hearing that he likes it pleases you more than you would’ve thought and you begin to purr again. You’re not exactly sure how to go down on a man, but you let your intuition guide you as you lower your face to press a wet kiss to the tip of Logan’s cock.

Suddenly, he’s pulling you back up by the scruff of your neck.

“Ah-ah. Manners, bub. You gotta ask first, you don’t know that?” Logan scolds.

His expression goes soft as you shake your head all sadly and apologetically, “‘S okay, kitty. I’ll teach you. Say please.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

You look at him as you get back up on all fours, leaning close to his face. You want to kiss him so bad but you gather you’re not allowed to do that without asking either.

“Please can I kiss you, daddy?” you ask.

Logan is surprised, not unpleasantly, at the word, “Where’d you get that from?”

You shrug, and even that movement is fluid and smooth. “Just wanted to call you that. ‘S that okay?” You slur, head already clouded with pleasure and Logan.

He nods and places his hand back on your neck, pulling you towards him as your face reaches his in a searing kiss. He’s hungry for you, devouring you with his mouth and tongue and teeth immediately. His hand glides down your spine and to the side of your ass, grabbing you there.

You purr against his lips as his other hand squeezes the flesh at your waist, and the vibration feels so good to him. You lower yourself against him so you’re chest to chest, and your belly rubs against his cock as some of his precum spills between you two, rubbing up against your skin and dripping onto his own abs.

Logan gently pulls you off, “Be a good girl and suck daddy’s dick now, alright?” You nod so adorably it makes his heart clench – you’re so eager to please him, all wide-eyed as you get between his legs, your ass up in the air.

On your way down, you give tiny licks to his skin; your tongue is all over his chest hair and his happy trail. Your tongue glides through his pubic hair, ignoring his throbbing cock, and you make your way to his thighs. He watches you lick through the dark hair there, and he realises what you’re doing.

You’re acting like a cat, taking care of him. You’re bonding with him, and grooming him. He lets you do it some more, but it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore how hard he is, leaking precum. He slides a hand down to his dick, jerking off right next to your face.

“Mhh,” you pout, pushing his hand away with your head and giving him a cross look.

He smirks, “you gonna start sucking at some point then, baby?” It’s not that he doesn’t like you playing around but he’s getting desperate. He places a hand on your face to make you look at him.

“I don’t know how to.” Your cheeks are hot under his touch.

Logan smiles, “Start with kisses. Or lick, like you’ve been doing.”

You nod and curl your tail around his knee, your hands to the sides of his hips. You press a wet kiss to the underside of his cock and Logan sighs in pleasure; you immediately want to hear more of it. You press quick kisses all over him, remembering what he said about using your tongue.

You begin to lick all over his dick, his balls too, until you’re drooling over him. But he’s stopped making pretty sounds and you’re not sure what you’re doing wrong. You hear a quiet chuckle from above you.

“Come up here,” Logan says. You sit up and straddle his waist. He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth.

“Like this,” he tells you, taking one of your fingers between his lips. He wets it with his spit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue moving over your fingertip. You grin – you like the look of it. You like the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks on your finger, wishing your hands were as big as his.

As you move to push another finger past his lips, Logan takes your wrist. “Uh-uh. Your turn, kitty.”

You pout but then feel his hard cock against your ass, your tail brushing it, and you get excited.

“And none of those sharp teeth,” Logan tells you as you move down his body again. You bare your smile to him, letting your fangs retract. They’re a special part of you and you’re glad you could finally show them off to someone who deserves to see. Logan awards your little show with a grin.

“Good girl.” Those words make you put your mouth on him immediately, swallowing him down your throat as deeply as you can. You pull away when you almost gag, heat spreading over your face, but Logan is unbothered.

You settle between his legs as you press a few more open-mouthed kisses to his cock with spit-slicked lips. You take the tip in your mouth, staying for a bit as you suck on it, spit dripping down his length and over your lips.

You start purring when you take him a little deeper, and Logan’s breath catches in his throat when you do, the vibration turning him on even more.

“Keep doing that,” he mumbles absent-mindedly, eyes on you but mind evidently gone. You smile around his cock, moving your mouth up and down as the spit begins to make a crude sound against your lips, but you like it. You’re feeling more and more of an urge to touch yourself between your legs, but you want to make Logan feel good first.

Your purring gets louder as you take him even deeper, and Logan lets out a sharp gasp. You pull your mouth off him, wondering if you’ve hurt him, sliding your tongue over your teeth to make sure the sharp fangs aren’t out.

Following Logan’s eyes, you see what you’ve done. Your claws have come out, and you’ve been scratching his thighs open. You feel tears prick your eyes as you bend down to lick over the wounds apologetically, wondering in awe as they heal up immediately.

“Don’t worry, just surprised me. You won’t hurt me.”

“Sorry, ‘s just how I show that I like you. Don’t wanna let you go”, you hang your head low in shame despite his words.

“It’s okay, kitty,” he lightly scratches at your ear, making you purr and forget all about hurting him, “Do your worst.”

You’re not sure if he’s teasing you. “Know they’re not as big as yours.”

Logan huffs, taking a hand away from you, pressing his elbow into the bed and his claws come shooting out. You only saw one of them briefly, when he saved you. They’re majestic up close and in all their glory, glinting against the low light.

You reach out, “Pretty.” Logan smiles at your sparkling eyes, but retracts his claws before you can touch them.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”

You give him the meanest look you can muster for not letting you touch, sinking your own, much tinier, claws into his abs to hurt him. But Logan lets out a soft moan instead, and you marvel at the pleasure he takes in the pain, forgetting all about why you’re mad at him.

Your eyes light up when you realise he likes you scratching him open. It’s a dream come true – someone who likes the way you show affection. You bite your lip as you scratch over his abs, his hips, and his thighs, watching as the wounds close up just before you draw blood. You hook your tiny claws into the flesh of his thighs as you wrap your lips around his cock again.

Logan lets out a string of moans as you have your claws in him and your mouth on him. You begin to purr, and with the way his cock flexes in your mouth you know he’s close.

“Just a little more for me, can you do that, baby?” he gently nudges your head down some more, and with the praise coming from his lips you can definitely take him – you feel like you could do anything.

“Yeah, just like that.” Logan’s voice gets shaky as you take his cock deeper, spit running down to his balls as you take almost all of him in your warm, wet mouth.

You swallow everything Logan gives you as he cums in your mouth, shooting strings of his warm load down your throat. You don’t stop until he’s gently pulling you off him, and you look up at him.

“Again,” you plead, eyes wide, taking in how his cock is still hard.

Logan chuckles, “Don’t get used to the idea of that. Most men can’t go more than once.”

You look at him strangely – what do other men matter to you? Before you can ask, Logan manhandles you into a different position, and you don’t notice until then that you’ve been grinding your clothed pussy against his knee, and you whine at the loss of contact.

You’re on your knees as Logan gets up to fully remove his boxers, and you see the skin at his knee glistening from where you’ve soaked it. The sight makes your cheeks heat up but also makes you press your thighs together.

He’s standing in front of you like a god, and you put a hand on his thigh to suck his cock again. Before your mouth can reach him, he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Your turn now, kitty.”

“Oh,” you say as he lies you on your back.

“Gonna play with you now. Can I take this off?” he’s holding the bottom of your top, and you nod as he pulls it off you. Logan gets on the bed again, taking in the sight of you half-naked. You’ve never felt so good about yourself. He looks as if he’s seen God herself.

“Look at you, kitty, so fucking pretty,” he whispers more to himself, touching and kissing you there as his knees sink into the mattress. You arch your back when he wraps his lips around your nipple, and the action makes your pussy rub up against him. He looks down between your thighs, pushing his mouth there.

You’re not wearing any underwear, so his face against your thin shorts makes you squirm. “Smell so good,” he breathes, rubbing his nose up against your clit. It makes you moan.

He begins to pull down your pants, stopping as they catch on your tail. The nurses cut a hole into the back of the material for it, and your cheeks glow when Logan carefully pulls your sensitive tail out of the way before he slides your shorts all the way down your legs, spreading them to get a look of you afterwards.

“Look at you, kitty. Prettiest kitty I’ve ever seen,” you miss his joke, placing your feet on Logan’s broad shoulders, as he says “Can I?”

You’re appalled that he even has to ask, pushing his head down between your legs.

He begins to eat you like a man starved, moaning against your skin at the taste of your wet pussy. He doesn’t even tease you, licking through all your wetness, licking over your clit in circles.

Logan pushes two fingers in without any preparation, but you still feel too empty, grinding your hips against him.

“I got you,” he promises, lapping up all of you, “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He grabs one of your thighs, holding it so that you don’t squeeze his ears any more. Your knees are still pressing against his temples, but he doesn’t mind them there. He can feel you tremble when he licks and sucks and when he curls his fingers.

Logan has you cumming on his tongue quickly, sucking on your clit until you’re seeing stars, whining for him to stop. He pulls his lips off you, sitting up to push his fingers into your mouth.

“You taste good, huh?” he smirks as you suck your own arousal off him, humming around his fingers in agreement. He slowly fucks his fingers into you again, bringing them up to his own lips. He moves his hand between your legs again, fingers going over the hair above your pussy.

“You’re so soft here, kitty,” he says, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek against your pubic hair, making you giggle.

You’re still wet, and he’s still hard, and you don’t want to be too direct but you want to know when he’s finally going to fuck you. You tell him “I’ve never done this before either,” hoping he’ll catch what you’re getting at.

He places a kiss above your pussy, into the soft hair, smirking up at you and kneeling between your spread thighs, “I know. I’ll go slow.”

“Don’t want you to go slow,” you mumble, watching his eyes darken a bit.

“Don’t say that to me. Y’don’t know what you’re saying.”

You don’t reply, smiling to yourself. He is big – very big – you remind yourself, but you still want him to be rough with you if that’s what he needs. You want him to use you. But maybe you should wait before you tell him that.

Logan wraps a hand around his cock, fucking his fist for a few moments before he leans down to rub the tip against your clit. You mewl at the sensation, ready for more.

“You sure?” he asks, head already beginning to push in.

“Yeah,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. Logan pushes himself halfway in, both of you moaning with pleasure. The stretch already stings, but you tell him you want more.

“So fucking tight for me, baby,” he grunts as he fucks into you deeper, bottoming out with an almost pathetic groan that makes you smile through the slight pain.

“You’re so big,” you moan, leaning your head back against his pillow.

“I know. Think you can take me?” he kisses up the side of your neck, hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your clit.

“Yes–yeah. I want you.”

“That’s a good kitty,” he whispers from above you, beginning to thrust into you slowly, rocking your whole body with his movement. He feels so big in your pussy, but you like the feeling of being stretched out for him. Even if it hurts, you want him to take what he needs.

It helps when your claws come out, scratching at his back to relieve some of the pain.

“Hurt me, baby. Hurt me as much as you need,” he moans into your ear, fucking into you at a bit of a rougher pace. You sink your claws into him, feeling how you draw tiny drops of blood from his big muscles, dragging your fingertips down his shoulders and over his big arms.

“That’s it, baby,” Logan moans against your mouth, kissing you sloppily, thrusts becoming messy, and you grunt in a mix of pain and pleasure that feels so good. He looks down at you, hips getting slower as he takes your tail in his hand.

“Does your tail hurt like this?” he asks, tugging at it lightly. You’re lying on your tail, technically, but it doesn’t hurt. You shake your head. Still, Logan tips your hips to the side a bit, lifting your thigh to fuck you sideways. But this way you can’t reach his back, and you don’t like not being able to squeeze around him with your thighs.

“Wanna sit on top,” you say, and he pulls away to look at you, unable to stop himself from smiling.

“You can’t take me like that yet, bub. Trust me.”

“M-mh,” you mumble, and with a bite to his lip Logan lifts his hands in defeat, slipping out of you and obeying you. He flips you around so that he’s on his back and you straddle him.

His dick looks bigger when you hold it in your hand, raising yourself to your knees to line him up with your pussy. Logan chuckles and you smile too, but you want to show him that you can take him.

You struggle to even get the angle right because you have to sit up so high, but when you’ve got the tip in your pussy, you just slowly lower yourself, hands leaning on Logan’s chest.

“Go slow, baby,” Logan says, suddenly gentle, seeing the pain on your features as he goes deeper. His fingers draw circles on your hips and on your ass, and he almost cums from the way you moan when he won’t fit in all the way in this position. He reaches out to rub at your fluffy ears, loving the way you lean into his touch, purring again.

“Sounds so pretty when you do that.” He’s less and less sure about the thing he said earlier, telling you not to get used to him, about you fucking other men. He’s not sure it’ll be relevant after all. He’s going to keep you all to himself.

“Hurts so bad,” you moan, pussy straining around him.

“Then stop. Y’don’t have to,” Logan coos, pulling you up by your hips but you take his hands off you.

“Don’t wanna stop. Wanna cum.” You grind your hips against Logan’s, his cock pulsing inside you. It drives him fucking crazy seeing you struggling to take him, fucking yourself stupid in his lap nevertheless.

He rubs his thumb over your clit, in circles to match the movement of your hips on him.

“Lo–Logan,” you moan, hands back on his chest as you start to fuck him again, your claws coming out against his chest to scratch him there, and he revels in it.

“Yeah, that’s it, kitty. Don’t stop,” he keeps playing with your clit, starting to become breathless himself as your pussy squeezes around his cock.

You cum with a whimper so animalistic it sets off his own orgasm, pulsing his cum into your pussy that clenches around him hard. Logan’s hand on your hip helps you grind on him as the pleasure spreads through your body and he’s grabbing at your flesh.

You come down from your highs together, a fucked out smile on your lips as you bend down to kiss Logan. He pulls you off his cock, not wanting you to hurt any more, but from the way you kiss him back lazily, hurt is the last thing you are.

“Did such a good job for me,” Logan tells you, holding onto your face, “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You shake your head, “Didn’t mind it,” and you kiss him again, liking the way he devours you like a hungry animal every time his lips are on you.

As he’s kissing you fervently, with tongue and spit, you let your fangs come out, nicking his bottom lip carefully. He hisses into your mouth, and you draw two drops of blood – one for each tooth – before the wounds heal shut.

Logan grins, “Feisty kitty,” he squeezes you at the waist, making you giggle.

“See, you like pain and I like it too.”

Logan hums at your words, hand moving up to play with one of your ears. You move to lie down on your side, Logan turning to face you. You watch him.

“Can I stay?” you ask shyly, quietly, and he doesn’t understand the man he was only an hour ago. How could he not want you entirely? He hates that he made you feel unsure for even a second.

“Of course, bub. You’re staying with me from now on.” You purr at his words, cuddling into him.

He puts his arm around you, holding you close as you begin to lick all over his face. He giggles as you make your way over his beard and his neck too, grooming him like a kitty. Your claws hook into the muscle of his arm and, as much as he enjoyed it during sex, this is definitely something he still has to get used to, gasping at the contact. The way you purr louder makes it more than worth it.

You’re pawing at his hair, smoothing it back into place from where you’ve messed it up. Logan closes his eyes from how good it feels. Suddenly, he hears you giggle.

“Your hair is kind of like kitty ears,” you grin.

He deadpans. “Don’t ever say that again.”

Your fluffy tail bounces up and sways a bit as you giggle mischievously. You pretend to zip your mouth shut but he knows he’s never hearing the end of that. Maybe he doesn’t even mind it coming from you.

“So, did you escape just to come see me or d’you get permission?” He asks, remembering how you’re probably not even supposed to be here.

You panic for a second, beginning to sit up, but Logan holds you down, “I won’t tell anyone you’re here, kitty. Told you you’re staying with me. Would just be good to know if you’re making me break the rules.”

The way you smile at him sheepishly tells him everything he needs to know. He presses another kiss to your adorable face.

“You coulda told them you’re leaving. I’m sure they’ll be looking for you, bub,” he tells you. You turn around so that you’re spooning, with him at your back and your tail wrapped around his thigh.

“Hmpfh, don’t care,” you begin to purr, closing your eyes, “Just wanna be with my daddy.”

Logan wants the same.

You don’t stop purring as you drift off to sleep, held safely in Logan’s arms.

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