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DARKEST DESIRES ― a Boston QZ!Joel oneshot

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: Boston QZ!Joel x f!reader. summary: you promised Joel something he's been thirsting after for a while ― your ass. so you decide to make good on said promise. a/n: am i sick? probably. undoubtedly, really. this is a sequel to A Dark Summon, but it can totally be read independently. this was prompted by this kind ask (love you, nonnie). also, do you remember that post about frankie morales saying "big stretch"? WELL, YEAH (sorry, meant to tag it but i lost it!). anyways, please heed the warnings! comments and reblogs appreciated to keep the thots thotting <3 take care! x warnings: 18+, mdni. sexual roleplay (cnc). mind the hefty age gap (reader is 19, joel is 56, oopsie). pet names (kiddo, daddy's girl, little girl, etc). sir/daddy kink. dom!joel, sub!reader (possibly some ddlg dynamics). slut shaming. unprotected piv. squirting. sleepy blowjob (consensual somno). breath play. sex toys (dildo, butt plug). mention of rimming. joel (the birthday boy) fucks your virginal ass, anal sex (faked painal). reader is a blank slate with no backstory, has hair. dual pov. no use of y/n. w/c: ~5.4k. divider by @\cafekitsune

You were so nervous, your hands were shaking with excitement.

Living in Boston’s QZ was not easy, and trading was even worse. Because you were young―just turned nineteen a couple of months ago―dealers tried to take advantage of you, asking for more than they would to other people. But you were smart and the moment you learnt that dropping Joel’s name in conversation would actually give you a discount, you used that tactic frequently.

Most people in Boston were too preoccupied with life to be gossiping about the age difference between Joel and you, but there were some that would scan you from head to toe several times with disdain. Some with jealousy, others with horror.

“She’s too young, could be his daughter.”

“He’s too old, bet he can’t keep up with her.”

“She’s too young, it’s indecent.”

“He’s too old, I’m sure that little girl can’t satisfy him like I would.”

“She’s too young, no wonder why she’s always cheating on him.”

“He’s too old, I don’t know what he’s seen in her.”

You had heard it all. And you couldn’t care less. Joel, on the other hand, was a bit more sensitive when people criticized you ― like a guard dog protecting its prey. The relationship between the two of you was private, except for the times that you would hook up with a random guy in an alley with Joel attentively spying on you from the shadows.

He liked to watch, and you liked being watched. In your eyes, it was a match made in heaven. It never went further than a hand job, and you never let them touch your pussy ― Joel was extremely possessive of her. He enjoyed the look on their stupid faces whenever you pulled away, leaving them dumbfounded in the brink of an orgasm, and you would run to him, all giddy and ready to finish him off right there and then.

It was lewd, obscene, but you loved it. And so did he. Joel had shown you a whole new world when he took your virginity almost a year ago. Since then, you had been insatiable, too eager to be fucked stupid by your old man. Your daddy.

Every day you would sneak out and come over to his place to be pumped full of his cum, to have him drill you until you forgot your name and your legs wouldn’t keep you upright. And then you would go back home, spent yet satisfied, with your pussy full to the brim and your panties drenched with your mixed arousal.

Today though you were planning on spending the night here. It was Joel’s birthday and you had planned a special surprise for him. One that had cost you, but the price was definitely worth it.

You knew how avid Joel was about fucking your ass ― he almost reminded you daily. He had been preparing you for when the time came, some mild anal play to get you going. Last night, as Joel ate your asshole out, you promised to yourself that you wouldn’t postpone it anymore and today would be the day. What better present for Joel than your virginal ass?

So here you were, all naked and squeaky clean for him. You had draped a red ribbon around your waist. A big, scarlet bow laid low on the small of your back, making it obvious what his gift was. You also had a smaller parcel, all wrapped up with some old newspapers.

The moment you heard the front door creak, your heart jolted with anticipation and your stomach flipped. Turning around to face away from him, you dropped to your knees and leaned forward until your forehead rested on the floor and your knees touched your chest ― your ass on full display for him.

“Kiddo?” he called.

Joel’s brows furrowed deeper when he didn’t hear a reply. He knew you were here, your recognisable scent betraying your presence. Confused, he walked the small hallway and entered the living room.

His eyes immediately fell to where you were positioned, and a rush of hot blood coursed through his veins like liquid fire, all the way down to his groin. You had knelt and bent over, your perky ass up in the air for him to admire. A red bow topped your ass cheeks, the meaning of all this becoming instantly clear.

With a sly grin, Joel rubbed his palms together, taking a step forward.

“You’ve not forgotten about my birthday, have you, sugar?” he croaked, raspy and hoarse.

“No, sir, I haven’t,” you murmured, wiggling your ass a bit for him.

Joel groaned, the tension in his pants growing tighter, while he knelt behind you. The offer was irresistible, the way your flesh jiggled commended him to smack both of your buttocks. You whimpered, your back arching some more and your crack pulling further apart.

His fingers twitched with need, grabbing a handful of your meat. Joel was mesmerised by the view ― your puckered entrance so very inviting, and your beautiful seam glistening with slick right below.

Unable to refrain himself, his index dipped in the warmth of your damp pussy, tracing it entirely until the pad caught on your beating clit. You sighed heavily, melting under his digit.

“Why are you all wet already? Have you been playing with yourself?” he questioned, voice laced with lustful anger.

“Yes, sorry, sir. I was thinking about you, about what is gonna happen tonight, and… mhmm…” you hiccupped when he flicked your clit, “I did finger myself, but I didn’t come, I promise.”

Joel’s chest rumbled, frustrated. His orders were clear ― no touching yourself, nothing at all, even if you were horny. He wanted you needy and ready to take his cock when he came home from a rough day of patrol.

“How many fingers?” he barked, pinching your hooded clit between his index and middle fingers. You wailed in mild pain, your hips bucking up and away from his touch, but Joel didn’t release your thudding button.

“Just the one. Just the pinky, I swear. I know you like my pussy tight and unstretched, sir,” your sob transformed into a moan when his thumb found your trapped clit.

“Attagirl,” Joel rasped. “I don’t want your cunt all used and loose, you’re too young to feel like an old hag around my cock.” His thumb pressed tight circles on your pebbled nub before he removed his hand from your pussy. “I will let it slide. This one time.”

The warning in his tone made you nod vehemently, as you looked over your shoulder to him. Your bottom lip was trembling, your doe eyes pleading.

“Do you forgive me, sir?”

Joel gave you a stern look before he slapped your ass cheek, and you winced in response.

“I’ll think about it, kiddo,” he already had, but wouldn’t tell you yet.

“What can I do to help you make up your mind, sir?” a single tear skidded through your cheek, bottom lip still quivering.

Joel loved how easy you would tear up, you were a natural when it came to acting.

“There’s this one thing I have in mind,” Joel muttered, his thumb ghosting your butthole. “So clean, sugar. Can’t fucking wait to dive in.”

“I washed myself really well for you, sir. I used an enema too,” you whispered, averting your eyes shyly.

“So no messy sex?” Joel almost sounded disappointed, but he was just toying with you.

“No, I couldn’t, sir,” you bit down your bottom lip, eyes shut and the apples of your face burning with shame, when the pad of his thumb gently pressed the tight ring in your crack. “Oh…”

“You like that, don’t you? All this time denying me my right to fuck your ass, and now look at ya, begging to have your butthole impaled. Did rimming your tight ass yesterday change your mind?”

You shook your head yes eagerly and pushed your hips backwards until your ass was resting on his lap, thumb still stroking you right where you needed. You rubbed your buttocks against his jeans, your weeping seam sliding on his zipper.

“I-I loved it. I’m s-so ready now, sir,” you stuttered, pouting when he stood up.

“You poor little thing. Let’s break this seal then, shall we? But I need you to work me hard first.”

Joel moved towards the couch, and you followed him, walking on all fours behind him as if you were his little doggy. Next time, he would get you a collar and a leash, he thought as he sat down, and the old cushion gave way under him.

He coaxed his legs apart to make room for you between his thighs. You didn’t need any further instructions: you were already unbuckling his belt, your tiny hand dipping in his underwear to release his flaccid cock. His dick was still soft, just started to harden a few minutes ago.

Leaning forward, you pulled back the skin on his shaft and kissed the reddened tip. Then your tongue twirled around his cockhead, slurping sloppily as you bobbed your head down his length. Joel felt his dick growing harder, bigger in your warm mouth, and he groaned with satisfaction.

You loved how Joel’s soft cock would slowly stiffen between your lips, how his weight would grow heavier on your tongue as you sucked him off. Although you played to be submissive to him, this was a reminder of the actual power you held over him. Not only a reminder to yourself, but also to him. Despite being fifty-six, you were able to work Joel hard in a couple of minutes with the brush of your tongue and the seal of your plump lips. You were proud of it.

“What’s all this?” Joel asked as he leaned over, his chest pushing your throat further down on his now throbbing cock.

Your partner grabbed the box you had wrapped from the coffee table, along with the ashtray and a cigar you almost had to sell your soul for.

“Your other present, sir,” you managed to mumble, mouth full of his hard erection.

Your saliva skidded down his veiny shaft, pooling on the thick, dark curls at the base of his cock.

“I didn’t say stop. Keep sucking, kiddo,” his reproach scolded you, and quickly resumed your job.

You heard him lighting the cigar and then tearing the newspaper apart, while you took in as many inches as you could. Now that you had felt a few cocks on the palm of your hand, Joel’s had no rival. He was so gifted, and you felt lucky you were the one getting it all for yourself.

He’d been training you to swallow him whole, and practice made perfect. So after a couple more dives, your lips reached the base as the underside of his cock dragged easily along your tongue.

Your eyes welled up due to the strain and you suppressed the gag reflex, the fluttering of your throat around his girth making Joel moan. His left hand landed on the back of your head, pushing you down.

“Your mouth was made for me, sugar,” he praised you and you revelled in his compliment, swaying your hips sideways.

He placed the box on your back and opened it. You couldn’t see him but knew his face expression would light up with a sinful smirk.

Joel cackled and smacked one of your round globes, careful of not messing up the cute bow.

“Oh, you dirty slut.”

Joel pulled you off his erection by tugging at your hair. By the way his brown eyes took you in, you had to be a pretty picture ― messy hair and makeup, swollen lips, your skin glistening from your nose down to your chin with his precum and your spit.

One of his hands was holding a small butt plug. It was made of black silicone, pointier and ridged. It had four inches of insertable length, and the diameter was one inch thick.

Joel let out a whistle.

“You traded for this?” you nodded, batting your eyelashes at him. “Good fucking girl.”

He leaned forward to kiss you, his lips demanding and fierce. Your tangled tongues fought with each other, but Joel always won, subduing you quickly.

Both his hands roamed your bare body, rough calloused palms caressing your cold skin, which bristled under his touch. Joel traced your underboob, then suddenly pinched both of your taut nipples and pulled.

You flinched, a thunder of pain radiating from your tits all the way down to your pussy. Wet, sticky heat pooled between your thighs, clit pulsing and hole clenching around nothing. How could pain turn you on so fucking much?

“Move your pretty ass to the bedroom, kiddo,” Joel commanded.

Springing to your feet, you obeyed, leading the way to his bed. The room was dark and bare, with no personal items anywhere to be seen. Joel kept to himself, sharing little snippets of his life when he felt like it. You never pushed for information, knowing that he would open up at his own pace.

Putting on your best innocent gaze, you turned around to face him once you were at the foot of the bed.

“Can we play rough… daddy, please?” the term slipped from your tongue accidentally.

You covered your mouth at the realisation ― you’d never called him daddy, not out loud. In your mind you had done so several times, but you were not able to gauge how Joel would react if you did.

You were about to find out.

Joel growled at you, one broad hand wrapping around your throat ― his fingers dug on the sides of your neck. Tilting your chin up, you gasped, your hips lurching forward until they pressed against his erect dick.

“Who’s your daddy, kiddo?” Joel groaned, grazing your chin with his teeth.

“Y-you, daddy,” you replied, slowly understanding that despite his aggressive reaction, he actually liked it. “Joel Miller is my daddy.”

“Damn right I am,” he snarled like an animal. He hovered the anal plug over your mouth, “Open.” Joel slotted it between your lips. “Suck on it, daddy’s girl needs her pacifier for what’s to come. Don’t want the neighbours coming over to check if I’ve killed someone.”

When he turned you around and pushed you towards the bed, you knew the game was on. Your shins hit the metal bedframe; with another push from Joel on your shoulders, you fell face first on the unkempt bed.

“No, daddy, please, no,” you began whimpering around the plug, squirming as he sank a knee into the mattress.

Joel grabbed both of your wrists with the span of one broad hand and pressed them onto the small of your back. He tilted forward, his weeping glans gliding on your sticky slit a few times. He tapped your clit four times with his cockhead, the last tap harsher than the others, and then he stabbed your clenching hole.

You writhed under him, audibly crying now, when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. You forced tears to fall down your cheeks and mouthed a scream around the butt plug in your mouth.

“It hurts!” you feigned a painful wail, when in reality your pussy was fluttering around his gifted circumference with delight.

Joel groaned above you, buried down to the hilt, and placed his free hand on the back of your head. Then he pushed your skull down into the mattress, almost smothering you as you tried to gasp for air.

“Shut up, you bitch. Take it,” his hips snapped back, cock almost sliding out of your cunt, and then forced his way into your pussy again.

Your old man picked up a relentless pace, the nasty, sucking sound of your wetness reverberating in the room as Joel fucked you stupid, drilling you into the bed like a man possessed.

Joel freed your wrists for his left thumb to find your empty rimmed hole. He started stroking it slowly again, and you squeezed your sphincter at the touch. Unhurriedly, he worked your butthole until your muscles relaxed, then took the opportunity to ploddingly insert the first phalange in your ass.

Seeing stars behind your eyes, your hips involuntarily jerked up, swallowing the second phalange of his thumb. When Joel began pumping your tight ass with his digit, your pussy palpitated around his cock.

“You like that, don’tcha? Nasty, stupid little girl,” Joel groaned, his thrusts unforgiving whilst his thick finger twirled inside you.

You hummed loudly around the butt plug, feeling lightheaded and dizzy due to the lack of oxygen, but also to the intense pleasure, one you had not felt before.

“Mhm-mm-mhmmm-mhmmmmm,” the crescendo in your mumbling plea peaked, your lungs now burning.

Then Joel released his purchase on your hair, and your neck snapped back as you mouthed for air. Your heartrate spiked, even feeling it in your gums. Joel’s unabating shoves along with his devilish thumb finally sent you over the edge and you jumped off the cliff of your pleasure blindly. Your throbbing pussy clamped around his cock like a vice, the wave of your climax drowning you as Joel fucked you through it.

With toes curling, eyes glassy and drool falling off the corners of your busy mouth, all your muscles went suddenly limp. Your spent cunt still quivered around Joel’s dick, who hadn’t stopped jackhammering into you with renewed vigour.

Hastily, Joel pulled back and out of the heat of your tight pussy, digging up his thumb in the process too. One more second and he would have spilt inside. While he was sure he could have another erection, even at fifty-six, he rather not risk it.

His rough hand wrapped around his cockhead, reining in the need to come.

“Fuck, you almost got me there, sugar,” he cackled, running his hand down his face.

You didn’t reply. You were sprawled across his bedsheets like a fuck toy, your thighs still trembling with the aftershock of your orgasm. Joel was sure that even without the butt plug in your mouth, you would not have been able to string two coherent words together.

His lustful eyes lingered on the red bow crowning the swell of your buttocks. He was dying to untie it, to unwrap his most precious present and make good use of it. But first he needed you ready.

“Gimme that,” he uncurled his hand in front of your mouth, and you spat out the butt plug.

Standing firm behind you, he teased your pursed hole with the silicone tip. You stirred at the touch but were so out of tune with your own body, you didn’t fight him. He twisted the plug around, circling in your orifice. Slowly it went in, and when it bottomed out, your eyes snapped open, and you grizzled.

“Stay put,” he ordered you, stepping back.

Joel admired how the handle stuck out, peeking between your round globes. With a huff, he stroked his length as he walked towards the nightstand. Opened the drawer and pulled out your favourite pink dildo. It was slim and slightly curved ― you loved how the tip always hit the right spot inside your pussy.

He retraced his steps back to the foot of the bed and slid the toy between your clammy flaps, wetting it with your juices. You squirmed at the cold touch but relaxed when you realised what it was.

“Gonna have both holes full to the fucking brim, babydoll,” he mocked you sneeringly, wedging the dildo in your crying pussy until it snugly sat inside. “She’s so greedy.”

“Daddy, please, I can’t. I’m hurting,” you pleaded, sobbed even.

“I don’t fucking care. I’ll fuck your ass through the pain. A gift is a gift, kiddo,” he mumbled darkly.

Joel followed along and would not stop unless you said, “you piece of shit.” That was the agreement, the safe words you would use if you really started feeling insufferable pain. So far, you hadn’t spoken the words, giving him free rein to do with you as he pleased.

Looking at you with your perky ass up with the satin bow on top, a dildo in your weeping cunt and the butt plug poking out of your asshole, he knew himself a lucky bastard. How you fully trusted him, giving in to his darkest desires and coming up with your own. The last year had been a revelation for both of you ― you matched his freak so well.

To hell with what people thought, you were everything he had been looking for.

Fisting the base of his thudding cock, he slowly removed the anal plug, the pop sound enticing. Joel watched your open hole squeezing again until it puckered in your fold. He was mesmerised imagining how your walls would feel around him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, biting down his bottom lip.

Hypnotised, Joel pushed the plug back in your butt, slowly and steadily, watching eagerly how your rimmed entrance swallowed the beads.

“No, daddy, it hurts. Please, take it out,” you begged him with a small, breathless voice.

“Shut the fuck up,” he warned you.

With one hand he pumped the dildo, dragging the pointy tip along your anterior wall to hit the spongy spot of your pleasure, and the other performed similar motions with the butt plug.

You mewled like a kitten, your passion ringing in his ears like he was high on drugs. Seeing you like this, all pliable and surrendered, had him on the brink of coming ― teetering on the edge, precum sliding down his shaft.

When you started humping the bedsheets, causing friction in your unattended clit, Joel knew you were close to another climax. Feeling considerate, he let you chase your own high, both of his hands working the sex toys in your holes.

“I― Good fucking lord, I’m… com… I’m coming, daddy. C-can I…?” you asked for his permission, his chest swelling at your request.

“Yeah, kiddo. Come for daddy,” he rasped, feeling drunk on your ecstasy.

You finally let go again, your whole body quivering like a leaf falling off a tree. He saw your inner labia squeezing the dildo and for a second Joel regretted it wasn’t his cock ― how good it would feel to have your fluttering pussy hug him tight.

But he had to persevere. The gift was worth it.

As your body still adjusted to the aftermath, Joel pulled out the butt plug carefully. The toy slid out easily, and he watched again how your hole stretched back to its normal size.

Throwing the plug to one side on the bed, Joel untied the red, satin bow on your lower back with steady fingers, taking in the moment. He felt like a mayor inaugurating a new building, presenting it to the press. This building was only his to dilapidate. The ribbon fell through his fingers.

Joel slipped one hand between your thighs, caressing around the dildo to gather some of your slick and gently buttering it into your rimmed opening. You said nothing ― eyes shut and mouth agape, it was almost as if you were peacefully sleeping.

He repeated the process a few times, but felt it wasn’t enough. Bending down, he spat in your ass until his mouth was dry. Then positioned his weeping cock right in the fold of your ass and pressed your buttocks together to hump your butt crack. Again, you didn’t react, your drool pooling on the bedsheets.

“What a fucking sight,” he said under his breath, the tip of his girthy dick finally hitching in your asshole.

Slowly he pushed the glans in, then back out, then back in, testing the waters. You squirmed a little, your brows furrowing innocently and your nose scrunching.

“Biiiiig stretch, kiddo,” he managed to groan between gritted teeth, jaw painfully clenched as his cock finally burrowed in your puckered entrance.

That was when your glassy eyes snapped open, and both your hands fisted the bedsheets.

“DADDY!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

It was hot and tight inside, very soft too, sweat gathering on his brow in concentration. Your sphincter crushed his hard cock and Joel felt like losing control over his own actions.

Another piercing shriek from you brought him back, his hips slowly working your hole with his length. He was only halfway in, you still had a few inches to take.

“You pie― Ohhhh, ah, mhmm…” his hand was quick to find the pebbled nub in your slit, petting it gently, pressing tight circles.

The distraction worked, because soon enough his dick was fully sitting in your ass. Joel pulled back, then back in, guiding your movements by pressing his free hand on your belly, holding your waist up and moving you with him. His right ring and middle fingers stroked your pearly clit relentlessly ― you were melting again.

This was heaven. Fucking heaven, he thought. How the muscles in your ass contracted around him, making him feel woozy. How you keened. How he just knew your pussy was fluttering around your pink dildo. How your clit was extremely wet, his fingers almost slipping on your velvety skin, almost unable to catch on your button.

It wasn’t painful, it was extremely overwhelming. Your mind felt like a spongy cloud, completely blissed out. Your soul had literally left your body, that was how empty your brain was. You were so full ― the dildo cozily inside you, Joel’s girthy cock blasting your entrails without a pause. Having him fully seated in your asshole was the most euphoric experience you had ever lived ― your pulse adjusted to his, two hearts beating as one.

It was too much, but it could be even more. Slithering one hand between your body and the bed, you found the dildo. Slowly you rocked it in and out of your damp pussy ― when Joel pulled out, you pushed in.

Elated, little, pathetic sobs escaped your mouth ― real, blissful tears wetting your cheeks, whimpering as your puffy lips wolfed down the pink toy. Your clit felt on fucking fire, Joel’s fingers fondling it to a point where you thought you might actually die.

You were coming again ― Joel could fucking feel it in his bones. Only this time, you squirted all over him, the warm liquid running down his thighs like a cascade whilst your whole body quaked uncontrollably.

“Oh my! Daddy! DADDY!” you wailed as he fucked you through it, hips almost stuttering now. “I can feel you in my guts! OH, FUCKING HELL!”

That was fucking it. With a guttural groan, Joel finally came, thick, sticky ropes spilling in your ass, painting your walls white. For a minute, he kept on filling you with his cum, cock maddingly twitching inside you. He closed his eyes and heavily sighed, as if the biggest weight had been taken off his shoulders.

By the time he was done, Joel was heaving, his chest rising in quick succession. That had been the best sex he’d ever had, and he was no novice like you. God, even his legs were trembling with effort.

Joel smacked both your ass cheeks as you plummeted onto the bed, a stupid grin curling the corners of your sinful mouth. You rolled to your side to look at him ― a fucked-out expression, your eyes hazy, sweaty hair sticking to your face.

The way you lazily smiled at him made his heart skip a beat.

“That was… something else,” you whispered, half asleep, totally spent.

Joel couldn’t help but chortle.

“I told you, kiddo,” he said, manoeuvring you back onto your belly so he could watch his semen gushing out your ass. “Squeeze your butthole for me, babydoll. Get it all out.”

You obeyed, all his cum slowly trickling out until your ass was empty.

“Good girl,” he praised you.

He admired the view for a hot minute ― you were a dewy mess, tangled in his bedsheets, with the pink dildo still poking out your sweet pussy. So tight, he thought, your slick cunt wouldn’t release it even when he gently tugged at it. Joel didn’t have the heart to take such comfort away from you yet, so he left the dildo in.

Joel disappeared into the bathroom after that to shower quickly. Then grabbed some wet towels and went back to the bedroom, naked as you were, to find you soundly asleep in an odd position.

He cleaned you up ― first your sweaty face, then your upper body. Joel coaxed your legs apart and couldn’t resist the urge to bow down and press a sweet kiss to your clit, slowly extracting the dildo from your pussy.

You hummed in your sleep, jaw slack and snoring lightly.

“The best daddy’s girl one could ask for,” he purred before resuming the task of rubbing your cunt and your ass clean. Joel was extremely diligent with your hygiene and care.

There was a big puddle on his bedsheets, right where your pussy had been leaking all along. He’d deal with that in the morning, didn’t want to wake you up now ― you needed the rest.

Joel sauntered towards the living room, seizing the forgotten cigar and the ashtray. Then returned to bed, and dragged your body up the bed until your head was resting on his lap. You unconsciously nuzzled his soft dick, your hot breath fanning the thick curls at the base.

Joel raked his fingers through your hair as he took a puff, the cigar crackling.

“You’re gonna be the end of me, kiddo.”

In your sleep, you stirred ― your plump, cherry lips caressing his base. Joel’s head slacked back against the headboard as he smoked.

“Fuck,” he cursed himself, feeling his dick harden again.

You were giving him no option ― there was nothing worse than going to bed with a hard-on. Joel knew you wouldn’t want that for him.

His fingers left your scalp, took one more puff and placed the cigar down on the ashtray. Joel cupped your chin, tilting your head up and back, while his other hand guided the slick tip of his cock to your lips. The moment your mouth was in contact with his dick, instinctually you suckled on his pearly glans.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joel gritted, voice gravelly. “That’s it, be a good little girl for daddy.”

Joel gently rocked his hips under you, only the tip disappearing between your sinful lips ― he didn’t want to wake you, not when you looked like an angel right now.

This was a recurrent dream of yours. Most nights, you found yourself drifting away and thinking about your old man’s beautiful dick. It was soothing when you latched onto his glans, just like you were doing right now ― unbeknownst to you.

In your dream, your tongue pressed against the slit on his throbbing cockhead while your lips would seal around it to suck on it. Then his underside would slide along your tongue, kissing your palate gently. Sometimes you would stop, glans sitting warmly in your mouth, and the hand resting on his thigh would find the soft balls underneath to massage them delicately. Then your tongue would resume its petting.

Heat peaked inside your mouth, and that made you scowled slightly. Smacking your lips together, sleepily, you realised that there was something warm and sticky pooling in your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered open, still drowsy, and found Joel’s darkened ones. Your head was resting on his lap, the palm of his hand caressing your cheek while his thumb stroked your chin. Sluggishly, you smiled at him, rubbing one eye with the back of your hand.

“Sorry to wake you,” he apologised before he took a drag of the cigar. “Swallow daddy’s gift, sugar.”

His words made you realise that what you had in your mouth was his cum. Your grin grew wider as the tasty seed of Joel slid down your throat. You liked it when he took what was his without asking.

“Attagirl. Now back to sleep, kiddo. It’s past your bedtime,” he commended you, and you nodded absentmindedly.

Nudging his dick and tucking your hands under his thigh, you pressed a soft kiss on his cockhead, then closed your eyes.

“Thank you,” you sighed contently, to both Joel and his dick.

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klaus-littlestwolf · 1 year ago

Note

In your last post you said about Klaus getting turned on by watching the reader eat?

Could we have more on/about that in a separate one-shot if you have the time? 💕

One More Bite -Klaus M.

I combined this request with another one I had gotten in my PM’s for Klaus’ mate giving him a blowjob when he’s in his wolf form, so fair warning on that.

If that is something that the original requester isn’t okay with and you don’t want to read this, send me another request and I’ll write something else for you as I understand you may not want to read something like this because it’s for such a specific kind of reader I assume (even though I am one of those readers).

Warning: Severe Warning on this fic! This fic contains Smut while our favorite Hybrid is in his wolf form! Blow-Job warning! Klaus becoming aroused by watching his Mate eat food. Also brief mentions of a school shooting when talking about the Scream movie series.

Sitophilia: Arousal involving food

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Dead Dove:Do Not Eat!

Klaus has no clue where it came from.

It started when he was in Alarics body in the lunch room, watching over his Doppelgänger and her friends was proving entertaining to him…until he saw her. Y/n was a friend of theirs that didn’t seem to be all that involved in their Supernatural affairs, blatantly ignoring them as they spoke about the immortal Hybrid that sat 2 tables away possessing their History teacher.

She was a beautiful girl, one of the sweetest the 1000 year old man had ever seen, he swore it was true with how kind and naive she seemed to be. Klaus felt the need to protect her and ensure her safety, swearing to himself he would leave her out of all of this but just as he was about to leave the lunchroom he found himself captivated by her once more. It took a bit too long to notice that he was staring at the girl as she ate her lunch.

Klaus had never really been fascinated by watching someone eat before and it was an odd thought all together, but he couldn’t deny his enjoyment at watching her…he also couldn’t deny the raging erection in his pants that he willed away as strongly as he could as he wasn’t in his pants or his body and he was Not dealing with that!

He had gone to the front office later that day, finding her file and reading as much about her as he could. Her name was Y/F/n, she was on the honor roll with mostly all A’s and a few B’s, he found her address as well as the fact that she is emancipated and living in that apartment alone. He looked more into that, finding out that her parents had died a few months prior (when Damon had released the tomb vampires) and she lived on money they left as well as what she made working in a movie theater in the next town.

He found himself hating the idea of his girl being forced to work a job on top of going to school and getting amazing grades, only to come home to an apartment all alone with no family and no real friends as that Scooby Gang doesn’t seem to be very close with her. Klaus can’t explain his feelings, his attraction, or why he wants to take care of her so badly but he knows he doesn’t want her working this hard so that she can be all alone and in pain.

Klaus ditched Alarics body as soon as he was able and while his witches were dealing with the things he needed for his curse, he made his way to the next town and into the little movie theater. He walked into the theater and up to the snack counter where she was sat, reading something on her phone before jumping up as she saw him.

‘Good afternoon sir, what can I get for you to make your movie experience better?’ She asked, a smile on her face as if anyone could enjoy this job everyday. He hated seeing the dark circles under her eyes that she tried to cover with makeup, he wanted to see her in a comfortable bed, sleeping as much as she needed, wanted to watch her enjoy breakfast in bed with the knowledge that she didn’t have to go to work or school or do anything other than be with him. He found himself staring down at her as he imagined feeding her that breakfast while his cock was still buried deep inside of her cu- ‘Sir?’

‘Sorry, lost in thought there.’ He chuckled and she did as well.

‘I do it all the time, no worries. Can I get you something to eat?’ He looked as if he was considering it before responding.

‘Actually, I would love to get you something to eat.’ She looked up at him confused and he thought it was adorable. ‘Would you like to see a movie with me?’ She was shocked by this, clearly, and didn’t respond very quickly. ‘What time do you get done?’ He asked as if he didn’t know it was in 5 minutes.

‘Oh, I’m done in about 5 minutes. I have to get home and study for a test though-‘

‘Aw, let yourself relax a bit. Let me treat you to a movie, you can get whatever you want to eat, and you can pick the movie.’ The blush that spread over her face was adorable and he loved every second of it.

‘Really? Even if I pick a chick flick?’ He nodded, seeing a coworker walking out to take over her shift. ‘Okay, I want to see 5 Nights at Freddy’s…let me go get changed.’ Her smile lit up Klaus’ whole world and he smiled as he watched her walk away, her cute little ass nearly on display in the short skirt she had to wear as a uniform. Klaus only waited about 5 minutes for her to return after getting the tickets (and experiencing the man’s shocked face as he bought all the tickets in the entire theater so that they would be alone), wearing a dark tank top and fluffy pajama pants. ‘Sorry about the clothes, I was prepared to go home and get in bed.’ She explained but he waved her off.

‘Not a problem, next time I’ll wear pajamas too. I’m Nik, by the way.’ He teased, seeing her eyes light up at the idea of a second date.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Nik.’

‘Alright, what do you want to eat?’ This was a dine-in theater, and while Klaus remembered when theaters sold popcorn, soda and candy exclusively, he found himself happy about the idea of providing his girl a good meal and getting to watch her eat it.

‘Oh, I’ll just get a small popcorn-‘

‘You just got off work, you must be hungry. Please let me get you a meal? Anything you want, if you don’t choose I’ll choose for you and I’ll be forced to feed it to you.’ He teased, wrapping his arm around her waist to test the water of how she felt about him touching her and to his surprise she leaned into his side, allowing his hand to stay on her waist. She was attracted to him too, he could practically smell it, and it made the Hybrid truly happy to know that his girl at least liked him as well.

‘Fine, okay. Hey Kyle, can I get an order of cheese fries, please?’

‘And?’ She shot him a teasing glare before rolling her eyes.

‘And a large order of chicken tenders with extra honey mustard. And since we’re bending this guys wallet, I’ll also have a large chocolate brownie milkshake-with extra chocolate sauce…I hope you like chocolate cause I won’t drink all of that, it’s huge.’ Klaus just grinned as he handed over his card. ‘Wait! You’re not getting anything?’

‘A bucket of popcorn too, please?’ He ordered and she stared at him as he paid for the wildly overpriced food. He carried the popcorn, allowing her to drizzle butter all over it along with salt before they went and found their seats, a girl bringing Y/n’s food about 10 minutes later just as the movie started.

‘I can’t believe there’s no one else in here, especially this late.’

‘Is this a popular movie?’ He asked, genuinely having no idea what it’s about. Klaus hadn’t come here with any intention of watching a movie, he just wanted to be with his girl so to him, the movie didn’t make one single fucking difference.

‘Oh yeah, it’s based on a horror game that I loved, plus Matthew Lillard is in this so I want to see it desperately. People really believe that his character is just Stu from the Original Scream a few years after he “died”. Which he 100% didn’t by the way.’ He could see how sure she was of this and enjoyed her dedicated belief to a movie she clearly loved.

‘How are you so sure he lived?’ He wondered and she turned her body to him more, ready to explain her theory.

‘Okay, so he was supposed to be the killer in the third scream movie! He was cast and everything but they had to scrap the whole plot. It was going to be based on a school shooting but that was right as Columbine happened so they changed the whole movie. Respect for them not doing that, 100%, but it proves that canonically he is absolutely alive. I don’t really get the connection to this movie, but if people believe it then why not?’ He nodded along, enjoying himself as much she seemed to enjoy these horror plots.

‘You’re a horror movie girl, aren’t you?’

‘Yup. Which is weird cause I used to be terrified of all scary movies but now I love them. We should have a horror movie marathon, clearly you haven’t seen the Scream movies and if you haven’t seen them, what else haven’t you seen?!’

‘Most of them, I’m not much of a TV watcher. I mostly just paint in my free time, I’ve seen a few though. The one in the mask who tries to kill his sister.’

‘Michael Myers, Halloween.’ She said, instantly knowing what he was talking about.

‘The Hick who has a chainsaw and wears people’s faces?’

‘Leatherface, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.’

‘The demon people, one of them has pins all over his head?’

‘Pinhead, HellRaiser. Truly an amazing movie, probably one of my favorite plot lines.’ He was amazed at how she knew every one of these from just the simple descriptions, he knew they were probably popular but it was so cute how sure and excited she was.

‘And the guy with knives for hands.’ Her eyebrows raised as he said this.

‘I’m going to assume you mean Freddy Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street as we’re talking about horror movies and not Edward Scissorhands which is a sad movie that ripped my soul from my body. It a great movie but it’s sad as hell. Why are people so mean to everyone just because they’re different?’ He shrugged at this.

‘People will always judge what they don’t understand, especially when it’s other people. It’s always been that way.’ He knew from personal experience and Y/n seemed to hear the emotion in his voice because she reached over and took his hand in hers.

‘People suck. Cheese fry?’ She offered, holding out the box and he took one, watching as she bit into a couple as the lights went down. He was thankful for his vampire vision as he leaned back into the seat and kept his eyes on her. She was fascinated by the movie but he was fascinated by her. Klaus watched as she ate, finally getting to watch her eat a meal that wasn’t a snack in a cafeteria. The idea that he had provided his girl food, a real meal (for seemingly the first time since he first saw her 3 days ago) was satisfying to say the least. He stared as she ate her fries, her tongue peeking out every now and again to lick the cheese from her lips, causing his cock to twitch every single time. The moan that came from her as she first bit into a piece of chicken had him fully hard and completely desperate, watching as her tongue licked the honey mustard from her finger, her lips wrapping around her thumb and sucking on it with a “pop” as she pulled it from her mouth. He was so lost in his thoughts as he watched her perfect little mouth, he didn’t even hear the words that came from it. ‘Nik? You okay?’

‘Hmm? Yes! Of course, I’m great…you’re so damn gorgeous, and it’s distracting.’ Her cheeks turned red as he said this and she couldn’t hide it from him.

‘You are really sweet…please tell me this isn’t some kind of weird joke.’ As she said this his mind was ripped from his fantasies, confused as to why she would think something like that.

‘What? That’s crazy, why would you-‘

‘You walked into a movie theater without a ticket, came up to the food counter and asked me out to then buy a ticket and buy me dinner. You’re either the oddest and luckiest man in the world considering I was finished my shift when you came in, or this was planned and someone put you up to it…I’m an 18 year old girl in high school on a date with a hot dude in his 20’s…you can at least imagine why I’m a bit skeptical?’ She looked sad and he hated that he had caused it…why is this girl getting to him like this?!

‘I’m sorry that you feel the need to be skeptical of someone asking you out. I admit, I planned to ask you on a date. I saw you yesterday and I thought you were lovely so I decided to ask you out, I thought taking you to a movie after work would be a nice idea, I also thought you would enjoy relaxing and watching a movie right after your shift-‘ A look of guilt overtook her eyes as she realized how much thought he put into asking her on this date and she felt horrible instantly.

‘Oh God…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m a bitch! I-‘

‘No you’re not, relax love. It’s okay, I can see why you were questioning the situation. I want to take you out again, I enjoy you already and I admittedly enjoy feeding you.’ Her eyes widened a bit but she couldn’t turn more red than she already was.

‘Oh…okay? I-I can honestly say I haven’t heard that one before but it sounds nice to me.’ She joked as he reached out, picking up a French fry and feeding it to her, grunting as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his thumb to get the melted cheese off of his skin, taking her time a bit too much as she did this and Klaus couldn’t hold in his groan.

‘Christ Y/n, you’re going to be the death of me.’

Through the rest of their date Klaus enjoyed feeding his girl nearly all of the food he had bought her, her insisting he at least have some as well and he brought her home that night, pressing his lips to hers sweetly and deciding he liked that his girl blushed 90% of their time together.

It was 3 days later that he found out why he was so desperate for this girl more than any other in his entire lifetime.

They had been texting almost all day every day along with him visiting her daily, Klaus getting everything ready to break his curse and actually getting it done with some help from his annoying elder brother (after he tried to murder him) before running off into the forest, his wolf determined to get where he needed to be.

It was the first time in 1000 years that Klaus could hear his wolf in his head the way other werewolves could. In the almost month he had been a Hybrid 1000 years ago he had gotten used to him being there and the curse had taken that from him.

As his paws slammed against the dirt, sprinting through the forest Klaus couldn’t help but wonder where they were going and he quickly got his answer.

“Mate!” The voice he had so sorely missed, growled roughly.

“Mate?” He wondered, having heard the term before but knowing that werewolves finding their mates was extremely rare. Maybe because they were so far out of time if Klaus’ mate being alive 1000 years after his human life was an indication. “Y/n is my mate…no wonder I’m so drawn to her!” A happy feeling was bubbling up in his chest as he realized he had finally found his mate, something he had hoped could exist for him since he found out soulmates were real for wolves.

“Need Mate! Need Mate Now!” The aggressive growl was almost concerning to him as his paws slowed to a trot when he arrived at the home he had been visiting his girl in for the last few days.

“She’s going to be scared! We can’t let her see us-Stop!” He snapped, feeling stupid that he was literally shouting at himself.

“Mate Knows! Mate Not Stupid!” His wolf snarled, sounding offended by the idea that she didn’t know who he was. He scratched at the apartment door and Klaus tried to control his body, to run back into the trees and away from her when the door swung open and his Mate looked down at him in shock.

‘I have to be honest, didn’t see this coming Nik. I mean I got the whole “Nik-Klaus” thing, Elijah told us all your real name but…what exactly do you want me to do with this?’ She asked, clearly entertained by him showing up in his wolf form. He whined, scratching at the doorframe which made her chuckle. ‘Okay, you can come in Niklaus-oh, okay.’ He walked into her apartment before she was even done speaking, hopping up onto the couch and staring up at her as if waiting for something to happen. ‘I seriously thought your interest in me was a joke when I realized who you were. Damon was making fun of me for falling for it…you’re actually into me, aren’t you? Cause I figure you being here right now means either you really like me or you plan to rip me to shreds in my own home. Which is it?’ She asked him and Klaus rolled his eyes, laying his head onto her lap when she sat down beside him on the couch. ‘Oh…good…I could get used to this.’

For the rest of the evening Klaus lounged on Y/n’s couch with her, watching horror movies from the extensive list that she had made of “Horror Movies Nik Needs to Watch”. He also enjoyed once again watching as she ate her dinner, or his personal favorite, watching her eat a pint of ice cream. God, he wants her tongue on his cock so badly, which she noticed as it was on display and larger than one would expect. To her credit, she ignored it for quite a long time, pretending it wasn’t there until the voice in his head made it physically impossible any longer. He was talking about all the different ways he wanted to bend her over and fuck her tight little cunt until she was begging him to stop, practically drooling over how her tongue peeked out and licked the ice cream off of the spoon, desperate to watch her lick his cream off of his hard cock which is around the time his member began leaking onto the blanket underneath him on the couch.

‘Nik?’ She questioned and he lifted his head from her lap to look up at her, as if pretending he hadn’t been staring at her this whole time. ‘Do you need help?’ He tilted his head as if asking her what she meant…she couldn’t possibly mean- ‘Do you need help with your…problem? It’s distracting and it seems to be getting worse.’

At this moment Klaus is happy that he is not just a vampire, but also in his wolf form and unable to show her how embarrassed he is with a look on (what would now be) his completely red face. He couldn’t stop the slight whine that escaped him before jumping down from the couch and trotting over to the door, scratching the wood and waiting for her to release him. “Let Mate Help!” That aggressive voice piped up again and he tried to shove it back down.

‘I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave, I…I mean if you wanted me to, I…it would have to be really fucking private, I mean if you ever told anyone I would skin you alive!’

Klaus suddenly felt his tail come to life, wagging around behind him like crazy as he released a small “yip” sound, moving back over and hopping up onto the couch again, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

‘Ahh! It’s cold and wet!’ She was giggling and it was a sound that Klaus knew he adored from the moment he first heard it in the schools cafeteria. ‘I hope you realize that when you’re human again, I want an explanation as to why watching me eat gets you so worked up.’ She teased, moving from the couch to her knees. ‘Are all wolves cocks this big, or is it a werewolf thing?’

“Perfect Mate! Pretty, Perfect Mate! Need to Fuck Mate!” Klaus shook his head quickly as that thought came from nowhere, trying to keep his wolf from controlling anything else when suddenly his cock was enveloped into her hot mouth causing the pathetic sounding whine that exited him.

Her lips were stretched wide around his thick member as he now leaned back against the couch, wanting desperately to hold onto her hair but knowing that he can’t. He settled for one paw resting on the back of her head and couldn’t hold back the growl that burst from his chest, her tongue trailing over the head of his cock which nearly made him finish laughably fast.

You could have never convinced Klaus that this would be something that he wanted, in 1000 years the thought had crossed his mind, of course, but it wasn’t something that really got him off until now. Now, rutting into his mate was all he could think about like it was playing on a constant loop in his mind. As he looked down and saw her on her knees in front of him a content purr built up in his chest. He didn’t know how deeply he had longed for his mate, maybe if his wolf hadn’t been bound from him, he would have.

His thoughts were cut off by the choking noise that came from her as his large cock hit the back of her throat. “Perfect Mate! Perfect Little Tongue!” The growl that exploded from him made her eyes widen in fear before he was cumming in ropes into her mouth, her hand coming up to catch what leaked from her lips.

‘Fuck!’ She cursed after swallowing everything he had to give and looking up at him, as if an innocent little virgin who hadn’t just sucked his wolf cock into next year. ‘Do all werewolves cum that much?’ She giggled and he whined in response, leaning forward and licking her face. ‘I’m not doing that again until you prove how good you are in bed as a man first.’ She was teasing him but he nipped at her throat, catching the skin and watching a drop of blood rise to the surface. ‘Ow…shouldn’t you be out slaughtering innocent humans right now?’ He shook his head, which he’s sure looked like a dog shaking off the water after being in the rain. ‘But that’s what you were going to do before finding me?’ He didn’t respond to this, simply moving to lay down across her lap as she sat back on the couch. ‘It’s okay, I’ll still be here when you’re human again, go.’ He peeked up at her, from this angle the light made her look like an Angel sent from Heaven, as if a gift just for his devilish soul.

“Stay Close! Never Leave Mate! Never Again!” He really hopes that once he fucks his mate and makes her his that his wolf will calm down about her, he may be right but he’s intense.

‘Go Nik, I’ll be right here when you get back, I promise. I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will stay until you come and get me. When you do we’ll order take out and you can stare at me while I eat it.’ He sat up, making a questioning noise that he honestly didn’t know he could make. ‘I Promise.’ She insisted, jumping up and opening the back door towards the woods. ‘I won’t leave, I won’t open the door for anyone either. Get, before you get needier and decide to hump me in my sleep.’ He did as she said, leaving out the back door and taking one final look at her before he was gone, running through the woods as he had always longed for, every day of his immortal life since it was snatched away from him and for the first time in his very long life, knowing that he had someone to come back to.

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sashi-ya · 4 months ago

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A DIFFERENT TYPE OF FREEDOM 🍼 SHANKS X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 18: SLAVE/MASTER

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. For ur kinktober list, Day 18: slave/master kink for Shanks if ur still taking requests? Fem reader and for kinks I guess corruption kink (inexperienced fem reader) and whatever kinks u think are right! I think shanks wouldn’t actually own slaves but the red haired pirates would probably rescue one (reader) from being sold and role playing with Shanks would be healing for her in a way? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. master! shanks, he frees reader from the CD. Slave reader. corruption kink. she is not exactly a virgin, but has little to non exp. oral. vag. 🐙 wc: 1.2k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

There’s always a hidden side on each and every person; charismatic, funny, laid back… even to some, a father figure.

To you, those red locks you only see at night, represent a much more different thing… freedom? Maybe…

“Goodnight, Master” you whisper, always looking down. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Bring me some sake, please” Shanks commands, laying down an old -pretty used- sofa.

He is not remotely clean, nor does he plans to shower. The red-haired man only wants to lay and do nothing after a pretty long day.

As you try to pour the alcoholic liquid on a tiny jar, he snatches the bottle from you.

“The whole bottle might be a more accurate glass”

You nod, watching him engulf the sake with no manners whatsoever. Shanks looks stressed, tired… something must have affected him after visiting Marie Joise.

“Do you need anything else, Sir?” you ask, fidgeting your fingers while you try to ignore how hot his masculine unmannered actions are to you.

“You know (Name) how much you cost me?” he asks, looking at you from the side as he battles for the last drop to fall from the bottle into his tongue.

You shake your head, yet you are sure you weren’t expensive… Tenryuubitos consider your lives as mere trinkets.

“Well, you are lucky to be so unaware… you cost me a large amount of berries and not only that, be thankful it was me who took you from Saint Rosward…” he mutters.

A sudden feeling of guilt and devotion sprouts on your insides, causing your knees and palms to hit the ground.

“I’m so sorry, Master Shanks! I’m grateful for life!! I don’t have wealth nor anything but my body to repay you. You can use me for anything you wish!” you scream, hitting your forehead against the wooden floor of an old, shitty cabin on Sabaody.

Shanks stands up; those words sounded a little too much.. however, his twitching crotch stops him… “you can use my body” she said? Well…

“I… You really want to become my slave?” Shanks asks, with a smirk that’s so dark that it is even darker than the Celestial Dragon’s.

You nod, weary. An inexperienced young woman like you still can’t see the consequences of accepting such deal… “Yes, Master Shanks. I know you will be a lot more merciful than any of those bastards”

But are you completely sure?

“Very well, come here then… do you know how to use your mouth, (Name)?” he asks, flopping back into the couch, patting his lap right after.

“I… yes… I’m not an expert, but I’ll do my best to please you, sir” you answer, crawling on all fours towards him.

“Don’t worry, I am in fact a lot more interested in having a sweet innocent girl all for me…” he whispers, brushing your hair back before getting his sex closer to your lips.

You are told to stick your tongue out first, allowing drops of precum to garnish it.

Shanks sighs loudly when you look up at him with puppy eyes and your mouth full of his arousal liquids; his toes curl… why corrupting someone who has already been corrupted in many other ways, feels -and looks- so delicious?

It takes almost all of his Haki to stop himself not to bury his dick inside your throat almost immediately; Shanks fights the need to break you, mercilessly… however, you make it so difficult for him.

You let your blouse of exposed shoulders to fall down your chest. Showing off turgor and anticipation, your breasts exposed, close to his sex, ready to engulf his shaft in between the two of them.

“That’s… good, babe” Shanks grunts, pleased. His dick slides in between your tits, while he encourages you to press them around it and start moving up and down.

He brushes your hair back, enjoying the look on your face with your tongue out. Shanks hips accompany your ups and downs, going faster and rougher. It is until he begins to spasm more frequently that he cannot control himself no more.

Pushing you back, softly but enough to move your body, you fall down. Covering your head with your arms, you try to protect yourself as an instinctive reaction to your traumatic past.

“No, I won’t hurt you… come here” he exclaims, with pity tinting his words but lust blurring his judgment.

As you stand up, he turns you around and pins you against an old table. The cracking sound might tell it won’t resist much weight but none of you care.

Shanks hand lifts the skirt of your dress, finding your non-existent panties covering your sex. He is surprised as intrigued as to why you have no underwear on… however doubts must be cleared once he is over with you…

“Lift a leg up for me, babe” he orders.

You comply; left leg up, knee on the side on top of the table.

“Good girl, please keep it up as you are pretty tight still… ugh, tight and wet…” Shanks trembles, his words make you and him extra horny.

Shanks isn’t able to take time to prepare your entrance, he just wants to fuck you; just a little bit of your honeys rubbed against his tip will be enough to slide right in.

“Have you ever been fucked this way, (Name)? he asks in your ear, as your insides engulf his sex with tightness and eagerness.

“N-no… master Shanks… I- have barely been touched and penetrated, let alone used in such lewd position” you purr, enjoying the manly scent of his sun kissed skin.

“My sweet innocent slave, I’ve made such a great choice to make you mine… I’ll corrupt you until you are nothing but my perfect little fleshlight” he moans while his hips begin to ram in and out of you so hard. Slapping thighs against ass as the rhythm increases and you become more and more weak for his sex…

Your nails carve marks on that wooden table, your nape becomes sore as he keeps biting on it, sweating on it the more he fucks you… your new life has taken a very interesting turn, freedom and at what cost?

For sure you have won; Ah, what a pleasure it is to become Akagami no Shank’s slave.

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wh1msic4lwasab1 · 11 months ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 🂱

synopsis: you meet an especially annoying gambler at your table and as the game master, it’s your job to shut him up.

tags: dom!reader, sub!aventurine, semi-public, bickering, explicit, vulgar

wrd cnt: 800+

art cred: yue_chan077 (insta)

“Hey-! What are you doing?”

“Games over?” You reply to the blonde man.

“But I was gonna win….” He pouts.

You click the buzzing timer off and collect all the chips off the table, scooping up stacks of cards in the process.

“Everyone says they’ll win until they don’t” You taunt, yanking the cards out of his hand with a smile.

He scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning back on the chair as people come and go, some collecting their winnings and others digging an even deeper hole with their debts.

As the dealer, it was up to you when to kick people out, and it seemed like the man to your left should be heading out now.

“Excuse me-? I don’t think your judgment is exactly expert. I’ll be playing a few more rounds”

You look at him with furrowed brows. “Sir, I have-“

He cuts you off, “Aventurine.”

“What?”

“I have a name darling. Use it.”

“You’re keeping up everyone waiting to play, Aventurine. I’d appreciate if you complied.”

You say with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“You’re not my boss, darling. And I’ll play for as long as I want, understood?” He challenges, eyes locked in a heated stare. You narrow your eyes and stand your ground, not backing down. “Actually, I am the boss here. Now get out of here before I call security.”

He lets out a laugh, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. “I’d like to see you try.”

You stare at him, not backing down but not stepping away either. You can feel the tension between you both, but you refuse to back down.

You whisper to him quietly, everyone at the table now focusing on the quarrel between the two of you, “I’m not some toy for you to play with, Aventurine.

“Well of course not, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He says, trailing a hand down your back.

You try to push him away but he only grabs your arm. “Wanna bet?.”

Without hesitation, you lead him to a nearby storage closet, where you push him inside and lock the door. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, but the smirk on his face shows that he’s up for it.

You turn him around, and aggressively push him against the wall, pressing your body against his. “Do you know why I can handle it? Because I’m in control, and you’ll do whatever I say.”

He chuckles, “Is that so? How about we really make a bet then?”

You smirk back at him, “Sure, but you’re going to regret it.” Without another word, you grab his belt and start undoing it, watching as his expression changes to shock and excitement, mixed with a fuckton of arousal.

As you pull down his pants, his erection springs free, hard and ready for you.

“Oh- Well this isn’t exactly what I was-“

“Shut up. This is exactly what you were thinking about. I saw the way you kept staring at me during each game.”

“Well yeah but- Fuck…be a little gentle will you?…”

You began to stroke him, gripping his dick harder and slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, watching his head falls back against the door in pleasure.

He lets out a low moan, and you can feel him getting closer and closer to his release.

“That’s it…you’re so close aren’t you? Cum in my hand.” You whisper in his ear, cupping his face and giving him one deep, tongue filled kiss.

But you stop, leaving him gasping for air and begging for more.

“Oh no, darling. You haven’t earned it yet.” He looks at you with pleading eyes, but you only smirk and continue to tease him. You stroke him again, this time faster and harder, making sure to give him just enough pleasure to make him desperate for release. He bites his lip, trying to hold back his moans, but it only makes you go faster.

“Don’t do that. Let me hear your pathetic little voice.”

You can feel him getting closer and closer, and you know he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

With one final stroke, he lets out a loud moan as he reaches his climax, his body shaking against yours.

“Fuck- Please! I’m sorry…I apologize for earlier- just please make me cum..”.

You smirk in satisfaction, knowing you’ve won the bet and made him truly submit to you.

He stands there, panting and trying to catch his breath, as you pull away and fix your clothes.

He slowly falls to the floor with his back still against the wall, sleeking down with legs still wide open and his cock still sprung up and spurting cum all over his thigh and stomach.

With a victorious smirk, you squate down to wipe away one side of his face covered in tears before you unlock the door and exit it, leaving him a mess in the closet and shutting the door behind you without a single word.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

#jo’s posts #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr smut #hsr x you #hsr x reader #aventurine x y/n #aventurine fanart #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail

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petew21-blog · 5 months ago

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No way back

Richard Madden was now on top of his career. Starring in Game of Thrones and after that in many successful movies as well.

He loved his aching career and his life

Until it was taken from him. By you

You really loved him as an actor. But you fell in love with his body much more. And that's why you attacked him on the street after that play he starred in.

He put up quite a fight. But you had a knife and eventually you succeded in stabbing his shoulder. Stabbing was the crucial step to swap bodies. After that, you were now fighting your old body, that was towering over you and held a knife in your shoulder. Thank god for the police for shooting him and saving you

The ambulance took you to the hospital. He hit some of the big veins, so you were bleeding rapidly. So they had to take care of that. Some doctor stitched you up and told you you were lucky. "I know. Thank you"

You were finally left alone in your room. You went to the mirror in your gown to look at the wound and at your new self.

And there he was Richard staring back at you.

You took of the gown. Revealing the big wound and some scratches on other parts of the body.

He put up quite a big fight before you switched. If you wouldn't stab him, you'd be the one who was dead now. Not Richard.

You looked over your new shirtless body. Your hairy torso covering the muscular chest and abs. All yours now to enjoy.

Your nipples hardening at the sight of the beautiful man in front of you. And not the only thing that was hardening.

You are Richard Madden now

But the blood and scratches reminded you what you have done. That you were now in a different man's body. That you took his life and got him killed. There's no going back anymore. You can't get back to your old life, see any of your friends or your family. Or even your dog

It was all so bittersweet. Getting his body was one thing, but now you felt the guilt of it all overcoming you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw the teary eyes looking back. Did you screw this up?

6 months later

After dealing with the aftermath and going to therapy. You decided to quit acting for a while. You didn't even know how to act, cause Richard's memories did not stay in his body and secondly you probably wouldn't even enjoy it.

You asked for therapy after the attack a decided to pretend to have some sort of amnesia, which became an excuse for everything after that. Especially for not knowing who in Richard's life was who.

But now it didn't matters. You were in Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills. Enjoying the beautiful scenery and the sun shining on your beautiful hairy chest.

With just one bottle of water and a phone in your hand, you arrived to the place and sent the photo

"I'm here" you said out loud

From a bush, an attractive young man came out

"Holy shit, it's really you. Omg sir I have to say I am the biggest fan."

"I thought you came here to hook up"

"Yeah... right. Sorry. Sure"

You unzipped your jeans and pulled out your big dick to jerk. It was getting hard. You loved freaking out these twinks in your body. Hell, this guy's probably the same age as you were. But you're in Richard's body now, being older than him

He was shocked and just stared at you. Definitely aroused

"Are you gonna stare or take care of it?"

"I... YES! I just thought we could go somewhere private. There is a lot of rattle snakes here you know"

You came close to him. Pushing him on his knees and shoving your hard dick into his mouth

"There is only one snake you gotta be worried about right now"

You left him on the mountain. Covered in cum all over his face. You had an interview to get to. Fuck, your acting career was about to start again.

The twink caught up with you. "Can I call you? I really wanna do this again"

"Already hungry for more? This is my adress. And bring a friend"

The guilt was still deep in your heart. But moments like this definitely made it better

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #celebrity body swap #criminal body swap #body switching #body swap story #body swapping #richard madden #marvel fanfiction

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hypno-meat · 2 years ago

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You wake up from trance, fuzzy enough that you know your were very deep for a long time, but for the first time you really can’t remember. When he took your memory away before, it was always like trying to remember a dream. Sometimes you could, sometimes it was really hard, but you always had flickers.

He says your name, and you realize your face is scrunched up with the strain of trying to remember. You look at him, knowing full well he can see the confusion plastered on your face, and he chuckles.

“What happened?”

He smiles and responds, “You don’t need to worry about that. How do you feel?”

You assess yourself and realize your nipples feel very stimulated. Tingly. You feel the wetness between your legs that’s always there after you wake up from trance. You write it off. It’s nothing new. Your mind wanders back to trying to remember what happened. “I feel good. Like always. Did you put new triggers in? Why can’t I remember?”

“Now why would I tell you that? And because you asked if this. You asked me to make you forget. You asked me to mindfuck you. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m just doing what you wanted.”

You feel embarrassed and annoyed. There’s no arguing with that. You did ask him to make you forget. Just to see if he could. And you didn’t really think it would work. You thought your brain was stronger than that.

But it’s not. It hits you then how weak you are. The fear and excitement and utter arousal flood you as you realize just how much power he has over you. You’re defenseless against him.

Heart beating faster, so fast you’re almost panting, your nipples somehow harden even more and the rub against your shirt is too much. You feel hot. You don’t even think about it when you pull it off.

You hear Sir chuckle and you look up, surprised, embarrassed, and a little angry. “Did you make me do that?”

“No that was all you. You asked me to never make you undress. I respect that. You did that all on your own.”

And you believe him. You trust him. But you’re embarrassed. How casually you just stripped in front of him….

But your nipples didn’t get the relief you were expecting. They’re so hard and stimulated it starting to hurt. They feel hot and freezing at the same time. You grab your breast but it does nothing for you. The irritation increases and it dawns in you.

“You did this.”

It’s not a question. You know. And you’re not even mad. Just surprised at how intense the feeling is getting.

“Something wrong?” His feigned innocence confirms it.

“How do I make it stop?”

“Oh I’m not telling you that. But I’ll give you a hint. You have to do something that I love, but you hate.”

You only have a couple ideas on how to relieve this intense burning. You start with the easiest. You get on your knees, and resume a submissive stance, palms up on your knees, head bowed. You know that it’s going to become uncomfortable quickly, but you just need to relieve your tortured nipples.

He smiles and says, “So beautiful on your knees for me. I think I’ll keep you there. BIND!”

You instinctually try to move, to get up off the floor or at least shift your weight. Your legs are starting to hurt. But you’re trapped, wearing nothing but his collar and a skirt. You can’t even twitch your pinky. And you nipples reach a new caliber of pain.

Embarrassed by your wetness, you hope he doesn’t notice the bead of moisture that just dripped onto the floor. Then he starts to taunt you.

“You can get up now. I know your legs must be getting sore already. Will you look at me at least? No? So disobedient. What am I going to do about that? Well if you’re just going to ignore me, maybe I’ll leave then.”

Every fiber of your being wants to obey. You want to look at him. And you need him to stay. And you’re humiliated. He’s making fun of you because he knows how embarrassed and helpless it makes you feel. Your nipples are screaming at you now, enough that you have to struggle to keep tears from welling up. And somehow you get even wetter. Another drop falls to the ground. Although you can’t move your mouth, a whimper escapes you, a desperate plea for him to stay.

He takes his time, examining you, inspecting you. You feel his eyes roam your body, and your flooded with shame, your shy instinct to cover yourself unfulfilled. Finally, he commands, “STOP.”

You fall to the side, gripping your breasts to no avail, and scowl at him. “That didn’t work.”

“No it didn’t. I enjoyed it though. And stop looking at me like that. You asked for this. And don’t think I didn’t notice the puddle you left on the floor. That face isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

It occurs to you then what you have to do to relieve the pain. Make an aheago face.

Uhhh. You hate that face. You think it looks so stupid. You hate dumbing yourself down. You tell yourself that you won’t do it.

But your nipples… they hurt so bad. The tears finally start to well and you know you need to relieve it. So you make it anyways. Tongue out, eyes crossed and looking up. You hate it so much, but the relief feels sooooo good. Just as you’re about to stop he says, “BIND.”

And your face is stuck. You know you look so stupid. And you’re humiliated, especially as he says, “Look at you. My dumb fuckdoll. You look so stupid. Pathetic.”

You don’t know what to feel. You’re angry, aroused, embarrassed, pleased, and also so so proud of how much you’re pleasing him.

He says, “STOP” and instantly you stop making the face. And just as suddenly the pain in your nipples starts to come back, much faster this time.

You whine, “That’s not fair! It came back!”

He just smiles and says, “I never claimed to be fair.”

#cnc k!nk #cnc somno #hypno pet #hypnotized #hypno fantasy #hypnoslut #hypnok1nk #hypnotism #hypnofetish #hypnodom #bimbo hypnosis #hypnosub #ahego face #ahego girl #bd/sm community #mind control #mind corruption

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year ago

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professor! Azriel x Reader

a long time ago I got an professor!Azriel x Reader request and I kind of forgot about it. I am so sorry, but thanks to a very inspirational conversation with @moonlightazriel and @brekkershadowsinger I decided to finally write this little thing hehe enjoy, hope you like it💛

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Azriel is extremely passionate when talking about his subject - Literature

you are practically bound to his lips, you can look away nor not pay attention

he has a certain way with words that just captured you

especially when he is speaking in another language, quoting poems or simple phrases

his voice alone will make your knees feel wobbly

and God, when he traces his index and middle finger over the spine or a page

during the lecture your eyes will often meet, just quick, subtle glances, that speak volumes

he loves it when you challenge him

he makes a statement - "and that’s why woman were not allowed to write back then"

just to get a reaction from you, just see your determined and vigorous side, just to see you argue and challenge him

you get extremely temperamental and Azriel loves this

of course he smirks while listening to you

when writing an essay he will help you, giving you support, providing you with literature, guiding you into the right direction

your hands will always accidentally touch, and you will steal more glances at each other while you stand next to his desk and go over your essay together

when correcting your tests or homework and you did well you will always get a little message saying "good girl, did so well on my exam, let’s see how I can reward you"

when you give a good answer in class his eyes will slide to you, and a barely there smirk will tug at his lips, the sparkle in his eyes full of sensual promises

and God forbid when you don’t show up to class - the pretty little reminder he leaves on your ass in form of his hand print will never make you stay away from class again

the more your relationship develops the more time you will spend together outside of university

he loves taking you to libraries further away so no one sees you

you love reading together and later analysing the books

sharing sweet little kisses in between while steaming hot cups of tea sit nect to you

you love rainy cosy days the most knowing you will spend them inside with him, cuddled in bed together, raindrops sliding down the windows, scented candles being lit

you will cook together, always somehow touching, hugging or sharing quick kisses

in class you will still (of course act all professional) apart from the subtle glances

he loves it when you call him sir especially when you do so in the bedroom which leads me to…

NSFW

Azriel loves bending you over his desk after class, taking his time with you, prasing and worshipping you for how well you did in class

he loves fucking you on his desk until his name rolls of your lips and bounces of all the walls in the lecture hall

sometimes he takes you atop all his books and papers just because he can’t wait any longer to be buried deep inside of you

while correcting tests, he will often keep you in his lap, his cock buried inside of you and don’t you dare move

he also loves to eat you out while you read to him either his or your favourite book

he will whisper the filthiest book quotes into your ear while making love

and you love to send him dirty texts while he is in lectures sometimes even adding a pretty little picture, knowing it will get him all flustered and aroused

also knowing you will get your payback when he gets home

#azriel x reader #my mind is in the gutter #our mind is in the gutter #azriel #acotar #acosf #azriel x you #azriel headcanons

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daydreams-after-dark · 8 months ago

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Hii 👋🏻

Can you please do a mean dom Han Jisung × female reader please . Anything about mean dom Han 🙏🏻🙏🏻

You don't have to write one if you're uncomfortable with it , it's completely up to you 🖤

Thank you 🖤

MDNI 🔞

Jisung had just left you there. Kneeling on the floor. Hands held out cupped, so you don’t lose a drop of his cum. The cum that should have been inside of you one way or another. You let out a whimper and squeezed your thighs together, trying to seek friction. Your clit ached to be touched.

"Don't you dare fucking move." he'd sneered, and left the room.

Where had he gone? How long was he going to be? Was there more to this punishment?

Meanwhile, Jisung had gone to get a drink and was laying on your shared bed. Waiting. You'd come in eventually. You were, after all, a brat. You were bound to come in - against his rules - at any moment. To complain, beg, condescend him in attempt to be given punishment that would make you come undone.

Nope. You didn’t deserve it after making him wait up half the night, and then trying to sneak in long after the time he said for you to be home by. That's why he punished you by jerking off and coming into your cupped hands. He didn't even let you touch his cock.

He laid there for what felt like hours. Yet you didn’t come in. Hmm… so you're actually being obedient? Jisung was… disappointed. The push pull of your dynamic was what got him off… what got you off too. Did you fall asleep? Were you actually upset? Good! He pretended to himself.

Hiding his concern and some internal panic behind a stern and emotionless expression, Jisung stalked back into the living room. His cock immediately hardened at the sight, yet his face looked less than impressed.

You had been caught red-handed so to speak. Sitting on the chair with your dress up around your waist and your fingers knuckle deep inside of your cunt. Jisung’s cum plastered all over your pussy.

"Tsks Tsks" Jisung crossed his arms over his chest.

Your eyes flung open. Regret washing over your face. "I-I am sorry…Sir!" you cry. But you didn’t stop. You were close, so close, that you just kept finger fucking yourself. Jisung’s eyes almost gave away how erotic you looked as the room was filled with your moans and the wetness… so fucking loud… so lewd… of your arousal and his cum mixed together.

"If you had been a good girl and waited for me I might have considered letting you fuck yourself on me. But now… now I have to think of another punishment."

Your response was an orgasm crashing over you. You were willing to take any punishment at this point. It would be worth it because that orgasm was intense.

Jisung stormed over to you, ripping your hand away from your pulsating core. "This cunt only comes for me. Do you hear me? Or do I need to remind you?"

He looked at you suspiciously. "Or were you hoping I’d snap and fuck you anyway? Even when you have been so defiant? Hmm? Next time I will tie your hands together first so you can’t try and fuck yourself with your pathetic little fingers."

He threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom feeling absolutely torn. He wanted to sink into you so bad, the visual he’d just walked in on was too much. Yet he needed to stay strong or you would be pulling tricks like this again. If he fucked you now you wouldn’t learn your lesson.

As he laid you on the mattress he decided that would be a problem for future Jisung, because his cock throbbed and you looked sleepy and fucked out, and so resistible. "No!" he slapped you gently across your face . "Don’t think you can be falling asleep now. Open your eyes. Look at me. Now… you’re going to watch me use your pretty little pussy until I am good and ready to stop. You got that?"

He bullied his cock into your dripping cunt, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You felt heavenly. "You're gonna just lay there and be a pretty little cock sleeve." he grunted. "You're gonna take every fucking inch." he snarled and pushed your thighs wider and snapped his hips brutally.

He leaned over you, pressing his body on top of yours, crushing you. His breath heavy and hot against your neck as he pounded into you. "I own you, baby. Got it? Your pussy belongs to me." he growls as he chases his orgasm. “Take it like a good little slut. My little slut.” He whimpers as empties himself inside you, collapsing in an exhausted heap.

"Yes sir…. I understand." You sobbed, pretending that Jisung was calling the shots, when in fact you got what you wanted all along.

asks : open

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#han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung hard thoughts #sorsha is asked #skz imagines

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milkzoro · 1 year ago

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LAW ENFORCEMENT

🚢 marine!law (get it? lmao)

summary: you want law to play as a dirty navy admiral, he thinks you’re annoying so you suck his dick <3, this pic is so fucking sexy someone get me my rose toy.

warnings: blowjob, hair pulling, pirate/admiral, name calling,

| ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ |

“you’ve been such a bad pirate ynyaaa~” his voice dripped in honey as he had you pushed against the mattress. “what am i gonna do with you? hmm?”

you whined at him, a giggle hidden in your tone. “oh nooooooo~ are you gonna tie me up admiral?”

you covered your lips as more giggles slipped through.

“take this seriously…”

his grip on your thigh tightened as he hovered over you, he was getting more and more annoyed. he didn’t know why he agreed to your silly request.

“how can i? you look so sexy.”

“maybe i’ll have to shut that pretty little mouth of yours. i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you smiled even more, exited to see this side of your nerdy boyfriend.

“off the bed. and get on your knees, brat.” he spit threw his teeth, you could tell he was enjoying himself now.

you quickly hopped off the bed and sat in front of him, hoping he would reward you somehow for being so good at following orders.

“gonna take care of that filthy mouth of yours first, then maybe you’ll get stuffed. i’ll guess we’ll just have to see how well you take it baby~”

he grabbed a fist full of hair as he came down to meet your flushed face. he smiled evilly at you, your soft boyfriend never looked so sinister.

“open y/n-ya, take it all.”

his pants and boxers hung loosely around his hips as he pumped his already hard cock. your tongue hung out your mouth waiting for it to be filled, like a starved dog.

“please, babygirl, tell me to stop if i’m hurting you. i wanna take care of you my sweet angel, i love you.”

he whispered sweetly before placing a few kisses to your forehead. he was so sweet to you always. you nodded your head and looked down, trying to hide the blush on your face but he stopped you.

“don’t you have a job to do, pirate?” he spat again, his harsh words returning immediately, how was he so good?

“sorry sir-” he made you scramble, the arousal swiftly growing inside you, laws husky voice was all you needed. you opened for mouth for him once again, preparing to take him all just like he said.

he desperately slid into your mouth, dirty swear words and hissing moans filled the room as he met his pelvis with your nose. he was shocked how you managed to take him all right off the start, like a filthy pirate.

“fuck, y/n-ya….. suchh a g-good gi— fuck.” his fingers played with strands of your hair, tugging softly at your roots.

you kept steady breaths as you held him inside your mouth, moving the flat of your tongue along his lengthy shaft. you felt him jolt as you pulled back, and quickly pushed back down. drool and his salty pre-cum spilled from your lips.

you knew he was reaching his orgasm because his grip on your scalp was much harsher. the closer he got the more he moved you on his own, fucking your mouth at his own pace. it was getting harder to breath now, you held back your gags as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

“filthy girl, y/n, so greedy taking me all like this—so so … good.”

he twitched in your mouth, his seed was ready to fill your cheeks, he was practically there. you held the base of his cock with your warm hand as you played with his pretty tip.

“so close.. right there, baby… shiiit! i’m gonna cum. take it all, p-please— i’m cumming! ah~”

hot cum flooded your tight mouth, he had so much to give… but you swallowed him all.

“pretty pirate…” his eyes flickered between your own and your glistening lips, his lowered himself to kiss you.

“back on the bed baby.”

*kiss kiss kiss*

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece #one piece scenario

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winchesterwild78 · 2 months ago

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On the Second Day of Christmas

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Warnings: Language-because Ben, fluff

A/N: Day 2 of my holiday fics. I hope you enjoy this short series. I’m really excited about it. All work is my own, please don’t take it. Reblogs and likes are welcomed.

I do not own the rights to the characters I use, these will not follow the story lines of the series the character appeared in. This is a work of fiction.

Minors DNI 18+

“Shit! Stupid lights. Why do we need these lights anyway?” Ben grumbled from the floor where he was sitting trying to untangle the Christmas lights. “They will go on the tree and we are going to put them around the windows.” I replied as Ben rolled his eyes.

“Can’t we hire someone to do this? I walked over to him and sat next to him, placing my hand on his chest, “No, Ben. This is part of the Christmas magic. Decorating together and spending time together.”

“I can think of other ways to spend time together and make some magic.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Later” I said as I stood back up. He let out a long growl.

I laughed as I walked into the kitchen to check on dinner. “Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, babe.” I said from the kitchen.

I continued to finish cooking, listening to Ben grumble and cuss his way through untangling the lights. “Did you put these away like this? How the hell do they get tangled in a box?!”

I giggled from the kitchen. Then I felt strong arms around me. “What’s so funny, doll?” I leaned back against his solid frame, “you are”.

He huffed, “I hate all this crap, you know that, right?” I turned and looked at Ben, sighing. “You hate what, Ben? Christmas?”

Ben looked slightly ashamed and nodded. I knew he had a hard life before we met. He was technically old enough to be my grandfather, but he looked like he was in his 40s.

I fell in love with him from the moment I saw him. Even though he was an ass when we met.

*Flashback*

“Annie, what’s so important you can’t tell me over the phone? Why do I have to..” I ran right into something solid as I turned the corner, well someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I..” My head went blank looking into the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen.

“Y/N, you there? Hey! Are you okay?” Annie was yelling into the phone. “Oh um, yeah. I’ll call you back.” Then I hung up.

“Sir, I am so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. Are you hurt?” The gorgeous man in front of me chuckled, “No, I’m good,doll, why don’t we go back to your place and you can make it up to me?”

I was speechless, “Excuse me? What kind of person talks to someone like that?” My body was on fire. A mixture of anger from what he said, and arousal from the way his body felt when I ran into him. This man was a god among men. I’d never seen someone so gorgeous.

“I do, so what do you say? Let’s get out of here and you can make it up to me.” I scoffed, but part of me was screaming to just take him right there. What the hell is happening to me?!

I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. I knew I needed to get away from him or I’d do something I’d regret later. “I’m sorry I ran into you, but I need to go.”

I walked away quickly, but my mind was still there with him, thinking about all the things I’d let him do to me and I’d do to him.

Arriving at the loft a few minutes later I was greeted by a panicked Annie and Huey. “Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay? It sounded like you got hurt.” “No, I’m fine. I accidentally ran into someone on the street and I was trying to apologize. Annie, he was, wow. Um, yeah. Unfortunately it turns out he was just like every other man, a complete and utter dick.”

“Wouldn’t be talking about me now would ya, love?” Butcher walked in and grinned at me. I smiled and walked over, giving him a hug, “Of course not. How are you Butcher? I’ve missed you.”

“Oi, I’ve missed you too, love. So, how is what’s his name?” “Jake, I guess he’s fine. We broke up about a month ago. I caught him in bed with his secretary. That’s okay, now I can finally be with you.” I chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“His loss, and love, I don’t think I could keep up with you.” Butcher laughed. “I bet I could.” A voice from the doorway cut through the laughter. My head spun around and there he was, the green eyed mystery man.

My mouth opened and on the floor looking at him. Did he follow me? What the hell is he doing here? Before I could say a word, Butcher was talking to him.

“Oi, you leave her alone, Soldier Boy. You hear me?!” I looked at Butcher, still in shock. “Wait, you’re Soldier Boy?” I asked. “In the flesh, doll.” He flashed a smile at me that made me weak in the knees.

Annie stepped to my side, “This is what I was calling about. They (she pointed to the group) found him and let him out.”

My eyes locked on his. I couldn’t move or look away. Shit! Don’t do this. This man is a supe and he’s dangerous. But god does he look good. I bet every part of him is amazing. I instinctively bit my lip. He smirked.

Annie grabbed my hand and pulled me into an office. “Y/N, snap out of it. What’s gotten into you?” “He’s the guy I ran into on the street. Oh shit, Annie.” “It’s okay, I’m here if he starts anything with you.” I nodded, but the problem was, I wanted him to start something with me that hopefully led us back to my place. What the hell was happening. I just met him and I was ready to jump in bed with him.

*End of Flashback*

It didn’t take long before Ben and I were together. Less than a day to be exact. Butcher was less than pleased, but somehow Ben convinced him to not kill him. We’ve been together ever since.

When dinner was ready Ben and I sat at the table eating almost in silence. His confession about hating Christmas made my heart fill with sadness and I could tell it brought up some buried memories for him.

I had already decorated the table and I noticed Ben kept touching the Santa and Mrs. Claus salt and pepper shakers I had put in the center of the table.

The silence between us was deafening. I had no idea he disliked Christmas. It made me sad to see him so upset and withdrawn, and conflicted because this was my favorite time of year.

Unlike Ben, I have fond memories of Christmas as a child. My mother always made it special. No matter what. We baked cookies together, decorated the house, visited Santa, wrote him letters, went caroling, watched Christmas movies, and we always opened one gift on Christmas Eve.

When she passed away, I felt I was honoring her by carrying on her Christmas traditions. It was my way of keeping her with me. Now with Ben in my life, I was looking forward to sharing the traditions with him, and maybe making new ones.

With the new realization that Ben disliked the holidays, my heart broke. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or push him, so I decided to just stop the rest of the decorating. What I had out this year would have to be enough.

A tear fell from my eyes. I didn’t even know it was there. Ben looked up and saw me. His green eyes were full of sadness and regret. “Y/N, please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry Ben. I was just thinking about my mother.” I quickly wiped my tears away. It wasn’t a complete lie, I was thinking about her, but my heart ached more for him than anything.

We finished dinner and I cleaned the kitchen. Ben went out on the porch to smoke a joint. I had told him early on I didn’t care if he smoked, but he had to do it outside. Once he moved in with me, he tried to argue it was his house too, but I stood firm.

After I cleaned up, I walked into the living room and saw the Christmas decorations and lights in piles on the floor. I carefully picked them all up and placed them back in the totes.

Ben’s POV:

Running my hands through my hair while smoking my joint I sighed. Shit! I made her cry. I know she loves Christmas. Why can’t I man up and give her something she wants. Fuck! Looking up I saw her in the kitchen cleaning up. Her expression is soft yet sad. God I love her so much.

I noticed her in the living room cleaning up the decorations. I stepped to the side to see her packing everything back up. So this is what true selfless love looks like. She loves Christmas, but is willing to put that aside for me. Wow! What a woman. She deserves so much more than me.

Reader’s POV

I finished cleaning up the living room and started to carry the totes back to the storage closet. My heart broke with every step I took, but I was doing this for Ben. I loved him more than any decoration I had. He was worth more to me than a snowglobe or twinkle lights.

The rest of the night was spent almost in silence. Neither one of us knew how to start the conversation we needed to have. We sat on opposite ends of the couch while watching tv. I couldn’t tell you what was on, because my mind was elsewhere. I’m sure Ben was the same way.

As the night and the silence stretched on I was exhausted. Both mentally and physically. I stood to go take a shower.

“I’m going to shower, Ben. Then I’m going to head to bed. I love you, and I’m sorry.” Ben’s gaze met mine, and he stood pulling me close to him.

“No, Y/N, I’m sorry. I need to learn to deal with crap from my past. I’m sorry I can’t be the man you deserve. I love you.”

I placed my hand on his chest, “Ben, you’re more than enough for me. I don’t want anyone else but you. I don’t care about twinkle lights. If I have to choose between decorations and you, I’d choose you every single time.”

His breath hitched, “No one has ever chosen me.” I reached up and touched his cheek, “Then they didn’t love you.” He pulled me flush to him and kissed me.

The pain, the silence, the anguish, all disappeared when our lips met. My hands tangled in his hair, and his in mine.

We made our way to our bedroom and made love for most of the night. Ben was so gentle with me in bed. A stark contrast to how he presented himself to the world.

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I thought about how incredibly lucky I was to see a side of him most people never got to see. The soft, caring, vulnerable Ben. The one I was head over heels in love with.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon. I stretched and smiled, knowing Ben was making breakfast. He usually made breakfast as his way of apologizing for being an ass. I truly didn’t mind.

Walking out of the bedroom I gasped. I looked around and the whole house was decorated. There was a tree up, covered in twinkle lights and ornaments, all of my other decorations, placed around the house. From the kitchen I heard the sounds of Christmas music playing.

Ben looked up with a smile on his face. “What do you think, sweetheart?” I smiled as tears fell. “Oh, Ben, it’s beautiful. But you didn’t have to do this. I know how you feel.” Ben took my hands in his, “Yes I did. It’s important to you, so it’s important to me. Besides, maybe we can come up with some new traditions together. Since I’ve been back I’ve let go of some of my past because of you, letting go of my issues with Christmas is something I’m willing to give up for you.”

“Oh Ben, I love you. Merry Christmas.” “I love you too, doll. Merry Christmas to you too.”

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hees-mine · 1 year ago

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, public sex, teasing, orgasm denial, fluff.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🐈 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

You don’t know why your boyfriend thought it’d be a good idea to finger you under the table at the restaurant you all were at, and not only that, you were with your family.

Thank goodness you were closest to the window so the other people in the restaurant couldn’t see you, but you still had to look your parents in the face while your boyfriend ran his warm fingers through your drenched folds. “So heeseung, when do you plan on marrying our daughter?” your dad suddenly asks out of nowhere and gets scolded by your mom, but heeseung has no problems answering his questions.

He lowers his head slightly, a small chuckle coming from his lips. “Really soon.” he turns to look at you, sticking his middle finger inside you alongside his index finger. “Right, sweetheart?” You do your best to hide your gasps by clearing your throat softly.

“Uhh yeah, right, we were uhh just talking about it,” he smiles, nodding at you while you try your best not to make any sounds.

“I really, really am so in love with your daughter,” he says to both your parents as your mother coos at his cuteness, not knowing what was going on under the table. “It’s like even when I’m next to her, I just can’t be close enough” he rubs the heel of his palm on your throbbing clit. “She’s truly my other half.”

Your father nods approvingly. “She better be,” he warns, but heeseung just smiles in return.

“Don’t worry, sir, she’s in good hands.” His words, combined with the way he was rubbing you, made it hard to hold in your soft moans. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“He’s so charming,” your mother squeals in excitement.

“Yes, Hee,” you whimper, and your parents seem oblivious to the suspicious noise you just made, or maybe they were too engrossed in their dinner to notice.

Heeseung looked at you, a small smirk on his lips as He curled his fingers up, massaging your spot just right.

You shook your head back and forth, signaling for him to stop, but he didn’t instead, he increased the pace of his fingers, and you immediately grabbed a napkin to cover your pleasured face as your walls squeezed his fingers.

He leaned into your side, kissing your cheek and discreetly whispering in your ear. “Baby, if you get any wetter, the whole restaurant will hear just how fucking soaked you are for me” You clench around his fingers again, completely helpless to the feeling of him, and at this point, you didn’t care if the whole world heard you you just wanted to cum on his fingers so badly.

You can’t believe he thought this was perfectly okay. You were literally hanging on by a thread, and right before you could cum he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them. “Oh boy, your food must be really good,” your mom says when she sees him sucking his fingers completely clean, not knowing it was actually your arousal he was eating off his fingers.

“Yes, mam, so good” You were a mess, face flushed, breath uneven, doing your best not to make a fool out of yourself in front of your parents, all while he was smiling and carrying on like nothing happened and on top of his shenanigans he didn’t even make you cum.

Two can play that game, though, so you slipped off your high heel, rubbing your foot along his leg, making him stutter while he talked to your dad about something you weren’t paying attention to.

He silently pushed your leg away from his continuing on, and that’s when you decided to put your next plan in motion, boldly placing your hand on his crotch. “Ahh fuc-“ his eyes went wide, and he quickly tried to cover up his sounds by clearing his throat.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, but you aren’t about to give in cause this is what he gets for teasing you first. “Baby!” He whispers, but you don’t listen and opt to squeeze him through his dress pants. “Mmhm,” he bucks his hips up involuntarily, pressing his growing cock against you.

“You okay, son?” Your dad asks.

“Y-yes, sir.” You brush your hand over his tip, knowing that would drive him crazy cause it always did. “J-just if you’ll both Uhh excuse me, I’ll head to the restroom.” your father gives him a nod before heeseung disappears. He looks back at you and signals for you to follow him.

You wait for a few minutes so your parents won’t think anything suspicious is happening, and your mom gives you the perfect opportunity for clearance. “Dear, he's been in there for a while. Maybe you should check up on him,”

“Yes, Mom,” you smile, excusing yourself to go find heeseung in the bathroom.

“What the fuck was that?” He whisper shouts.

“Nothing,” you say playfully.

“Nothing, my ass. Why would you do that, baby? You know how loud I get,” he whines.

“A little payback,” you shrug.

“Fair enough, but baby, look, I’m so fucking hard” There’s no denying that if anyone saw him, they’d think he had a snake in his pants.

“That’s what you get for being a tease,” you taunt.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry for that, but please, you have to help me out here please” You watch him practically hump the air for some type of relief, and he looked so hot when he was needy there’s no way you could or would ever say no to him.

“Today's your lucky day,” you tell him with a smile.

“Thank you,” he sighs, placing his hand on the bottom of your short skirt. Bunching it up, he swiftly pulls your panties down just enough to have clearance to your pussy.

His hands were shaking in anticipation as he tried to undo his belt. You couldn’t help but laugh a little before helping him with his belt and zipper. “Thanks,” he whispers shyly, resting his forehead on yours while you help him out of his bottoms and free his hard cock.

Moaning at the sight of his cock you let him take control, his hand going to the small of your waist, the other guiding his length to your awaiting hole.

He pushes in without hesitation cock sliding in your walls perfectly from how well he’d stretched you open at the dinner table.

Once he’s fully inside, he places his hand on the back of your head, slowly thrusting up inside you. “Oh, Heeseung,” you moan at the feeling of finally being stuffed full of his long thick cock.

He drowns out your soft moans and his occasional grunts by connecting his lips with yours, tongues tangled and sharing saliva between deep, heavy breaths.

The standing position is not ideal, but right now, you couldn’t ask for more his cock filled you up so nicely that you could care less. “Fuck” he mumbles, his words getting lost in your mouth as you swirl your tongues together. “Mhhm baby,” he whimpers when you bite down on his tongue, and you feel his cock twitch at the simple but effective action. “You’re so fucking tight around me” he grips your hair, pulling on it lightly, his tip hitting all the right spots inside you.

“Don’t ever make me wait this long again,” you scold him in between messy kisses, legs feeling like jelly as you opt to wrap one around his waist for stability. “Thought I was gonna lose my mind.”

“Sorry baby, I won’t.” he swallows your moans, replacing them with deep grunts of his own as he strokes your walls deeply.

He wished it could last longer, but he knew your parents would be waiting, so he withdrew his fingers from your messy hair to rub your clit, knowing the exact pace to have you coming undone in seconds.

“Fuck yes, hee” You squeezed his biceps, sucking in a breath as that fuzzy feeling expanded in your stomach, and you cum in record time.

“Feels so good,” he breathes on your lips. You moan in agreement as he rubs out your orgasm, your walls violently clenching his dick. “Yeah, baby,” he pants in your mouth, his hips stuttering, sweat forming on his hairline as he thrusts up two three more times and stills deep within your heat, releasing his warm semen with a low growl. “Fuck me,” he huffs out a breath, your head falling on his shoulder as he laughs softly, eyes falling shut as he basks in the feeling.

He kisses your neck, allowing you both some time to recover. “That was so good, hee,” you laugh, still a bit breathless from his performance.

“Hmm, it was. So glad you liked it as much as I did.” He smooches your lips softly, getting lost in your eyes and forgetting all about your parents waiting outside.

“Hee, I hate to ruin the moment, but we’ve been gone for some time,” you laugh and push him off your shoulder.

“Fuck you’re right. I’m sorry.” he scrambles for tissues after he pulls out, cleaning you to the best of his abilities with what little they had in the bathroom.

You watch him with a fond smile as he helps you fix your hair and your dress. “Okay,” he takes a deep breath. “I think we’re good.”

“Hee?” you try your best to hold in your laugh.

“Let’s go, baby, come on, they’re waiting.” he grabs your hand, walking you towards the door.

“Your pants,” you say finally, and you can’t help the loud laugh you let out at the look of realization on his face as he blushes and finally pulls his pants up.

“Thanks,” he muttered in embarrassment.

“I love you,” you smiled, stroking his cheek fondly.

“Love you too,” he smiles, grabbing your hand again and exiting the bathroom. You’d both have to come up with a convincing story to tell your parents, or maybe you’d let your boyfriend charm his way out of this one.

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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year ago

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professor professor

minors & blank blogs DNI pls🩷

warnings: smut, professor x “student”, age gap, choking, oral m!receiving, degrading, standingsex, pussy spanks. uh yea idk barely proof read

Nanami has never and will never sleep with his students. It’s a rule he has stuck to throughout his education career. And he has no intention of breaking it now. Unlike his teaching peers, he has never seen the appeal of screwing his student.

So this should be fine. You aren’t his student. Just a friend of one of his students. Is what he’d think every time he caught himself staring at your legs, boobs, or lips too long as you waited at the door for your friend.

He knew your friend had a small crush on him, many of his students did. But he never found interest in them, not like he has with you.

“What a shitty friend you are.” He’d whisper into your ear as he bent you over your friend's desk. Sinking into your cunt slowly, you moaned loudly, despite the tie he had used to gag you.

You shuddered at the feeling of his cock sitting snugly in your weeping cunt. You know you should feel guilty, but you don’t care. Pushing back against him, you hoped he would get the signal for him to start fucking you.

“You are so impatient; you know if you were my student, I’d spank the greediness out of you.” Luckily for you, he was feeling impatient. Pulling out until only his mushroom tip stayed in your warmth. He kept one hand on your hip while the other wrapped around your neck, pulling you up so you’d also be standing.

His pounding into you came so suddenly that you didn’t even make a sound. You silently screamed and let out a breathy “Oh.” but that was it. With one single thrust, he had left you brainless.

Humping back into him to meet his thrusts seemed to be the only thing you were capable of doing.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight.” He’d groan into your ear in between pants. He was losing his composure and fast.

His door was unlocked and the thought made him hornier.

“You like the thought of being caught fucking an older man?” He’d hiss in your ear. Tugging at the makeshift gag, leaving it loosely around your neck, he waited for your response.

“Mhm, I love it, Sir.” You’d whine.

“Why are you calling me Sir? Am I your professor?”

“No, Sir.” You spoke without thinking, too lost in a cock drunk haze to stop the title from flying past your lips.

“There you go again.” Pulling out his dick that now glistened with your arousal, he began slapping your pussy.

Slap.

“Are you my student?”

You moaned out in response.

“Answer me, Y/N. Are you my student?” His hand had found your throat once more.

Slap.

“No, Nanami!”

“That’s right baby say my name.”

He’s run at your clit awfully slow to soothe the pain of his punishment. You were now facing him, ass placed prettily on his desk. Ironically sitting on the very papers your friend had spent days preparing. Without warning, he’d be back in you. Thrusting inside without a care in the world.

It was like you had lost all sense in the world,

“You are such a pretty little whore. Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Mm Nana— Na- Nanami. Fuck!” You choked out.

Barely being able to say his name, you gripped his back, dragging your nails down his shirt. You could feel him hitting the parts your fingers couldn’t even dream of reaching.

“Come on. Come on. Come on. Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He’d pant into your skin.

The moan you let out as you came around Nanami’s dick could only be described as depraved. Saliva dropped down your neck from the amount of drooling you had been doing. Your vision was now foggy and dazed.

You were so out of it that you hadn’t even realized Kento had yet to cum. And that he was now pushing you to your knees. Not like it was hard, anyway, your wobbly legs found balance as they met the cool surface of his wooden floors.

“Open your mouth, baby. Wanna watch you swallow my cum.” The second your mouth split open, Kento took it as an opportunity to fuck your face. A string of drool and arousal appeared and disappeared between his balls and your chin each time they collided. Nanami’s groans had now turned into full-on moans. guiding your head up and down roughly. Not caring about the way one of your hands clung to his thighs, while the other lower down back to your pussy.

And as you looked up in a cock-drunk haze, tears streaming down your face and hand between your legs, Nanami would slap his dick on your face and say,

“Are you ever going to tell your roommate that you like to suck her favorite professor's dick? Hm?”

It was like his voice had some spell over you. Sinking his dick back into your mouth, you came so hard and so fast you didn't even realize you were cumming until you were clenching around your fingers, holding eye contact with the older man, as you moaned around him. Triggering his climax instantly.

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13as07 · 7 months ago

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Birthright #9

(Uchiha Men Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Hikamory'chi & TempestDH]

Requested by: The Devil

Word Count: 4,431

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Brother/Sister Incest

Father/Daughter Incest

Name Calling: Baby Girl, Onii-Chan, Princess, Whore, Daddy

Mentions of Virginity Loss

Creampie

Rape

Spanking/Choking

Emotional Manipulation

Child Abuse/Bleeding

Fingering

Sex Toys: Belt, Vibrator

Two more parts :)

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The sheets under me cling to my skin, soaking up the sweat coating every part of me. My head is buried deep into the bedding, shoulders pressed against the mattress too, and my on-show pussy clenching around nothing.

"Beautiful, Baby Girl," Onii-Chan coos, his hands rubbing against my ass that's arched into the air. "I think Leapfrog is definitely going to be in the top five."

"What?" I mutter, my words muffled even more because of the blankets.

"The position you're in," he starts to gently explain. "Your hips up," his hands squeeze my hips before sliding up my sides. "Your head and shoulders on the bed," he continues, his hands softly massaging my shoulders. "It's called Leapfrog."

"Oh."

After the loss of my virginity, Itachi insisted on another round even though we were on a time crunch. Hence, the position, my unhappily empty pussy, and the slow draining of his cum into my womb. It's a weird but erotic feeling, my brother's sperm dripping into the deepest parts of me.

His thumb ghosts over my pussy, teasing my aching hole as his eyes eat away at me, adding a burning hit to my sensitive spots. "I'm going to go shower real quick, you stay just like this while I'm away, okay, Baby Girl? By the time I'm out every ounce of me should be drained into your greedy womb."

"Stop calling me that," I whine, trying to smother my face deeper into the blankets. "I'm your Princess."

"Yes, you are, and you always will be, but I already told you we need to get used to calling each other different things. It'll make life easier after the wedding."

"What am I supposed to call you?" I ask, some of the chip of my tone gone because of the soft massaging Itachi is gifting to my lower back.

"Anything you want, Baby Girl." My mouth clicks open, excited to extort the loop I see in his wording. "Except Onii-Chan." Just as soon as I see the loop, Itachi snags his wording, knotting the possibility of getting what I want.

"I'm going to call you my little man because your dick is small," I snap, shaking my hips to try and knock his touch away from me.

Smack

"Hey!" I yelp, this time jerking away because of the smack to my ass. "That was rude."

"You're rude. Knock off the attitude," he snaps back, rubbing the sore spot in my butt. "Think of something else."

"Dumb Lover Boy," I grumble, pulling a soft chuckle from Itachi.

"That'll work, Baby Girl. I'll be right back, you just relax," he murmurs, dotting the smacked spot with a kiss.

"Yes, Sir."

His thumb swipes over the same spot, raking a new wave of aches through me before he steps away. His exit is signaled by my door swinging open and then clicking closed behind him.

My body relaxes with his exit, more of my weight pressed into my shoulders. I do just as I was told, staying put as sleep slowly starts to overtake my senses.

Just as my eyes droop closed, my door clicks back open. "You're back already?" I mutter, shifting my head so my cheek is pressed against the mattress. Is Itachi already done showering? How long has he been gone? Not long enough to shower, I don't think.

A rough hand buries into my hair, picking my head up for a beat before shoving it back into the bed. "Oh, fuck," I whine, my cunt aching as he shoves his fingertips back into my pussy. "I can't take anymore. Please?" I whimper, squirming underneath him. The movement only makes me ache more.

"Why the hell is your pussy stuffed full of cum?" Every drop of arousal drains out of me, quickly replaced with the icy voice of my Father. I try to sit up, stopped by his hand still buried in my hair. "Princess," the nickname feels like a pile of bricks between my shoulder blades, weighing me down. "Who took your virginity?"

"I don't know," I whisper, squirming under his intense hold and the feeling of his eyes burning into my pussy.

Daddy's dark chuckle wraps around me, squeezing my throat and stopping my airflow. "Fine, cover for your brothers. See if I care," he grumbles, his words barely covering the sound of clothes rustling.

"Please don't!" I yelp, jerking away when the tip of his dick taps against my cunt. "I'm already sore. It's going to hurt so much, Daddy. Please?" He ignores me, shoving his length into me. Another yelp echoes in my room, forced out by the pain blooming from my pussy. "Stop. Please stop. Daddy, please? I can't." The word 'stop' shoots out after every one of his thrusts, slowly growing louder with more pain that builds up.

By the time Daddy is moving full force ahead, slamming into me hard enough to inch me up the bed, my pleas and begs for stopping are just a heap of pain-soaked sobs. All I can focus on is the aches and the slight break every time he tugs his penis out of me.

"I didn't know you were such a whore," Daddy barks, tugging on my hair so my neck arches, my head and upper body being lifted off the bed enough that I can look back at him. Sweat droplets drip down his face, forehead and lips scrunched in disgust, and his sharingans glowing in anger. "Look at you, crying your eyes out as I rape you. I'm sure you weren't crying when you let one of your brothers slip into your pussy. Do you not like Daddy raping you?"

I quickly shake my head, no, my hands shooting back to dig my nails into his wrist. Daddy's hips jerk from my answer, the position making it easier for his tip to dig deeper into me, fresh waves of pain rattling through my body. "Maybe you should have thought about that before acting like a whore. Every time you let one of your brothers have sex with you, Daddy is going to rape you and beat your ass until you can't sit anymore."

"Please don't," I wail, trying to tug his hand out of my hair. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Really! I won't let it happen again, I promise. Please just stop. Please stop raping me!"

I must be in the grace of one God or another because I get what I want. Daddy curses under his breath, another rough shove of his dick into me before his movements stop. The newly found feeling of being filled with sperm shoots through my groin, tainting the stash Itachi left in me.

"Fucking whore," Daddy growls, dropping his hold on me and tugging himself out of my pussy when he's done. My body crashes to the bed, legs shaking from the pain and chest pumping from the fear inked into my skin.

His touch isn't gone for long, his thick fingers wrapping around my throat and gently squeezing. "Met me in the living room, just like this, in ten minutes or I swear I'll parade you around the council and show them how much of a used-up whore their future Chieftess is, am I understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, my eyes crunched closed as I try to will away the pain. The familiar sound of my door squeaking open and then clicking closed fills my room, a new sob filling the space left empty after my door closes.

I allow myself to cry for a few moments, my focus shifting to trying to shove down my sobs. I didn't answer Daddy's question and I know all too well he always gets his answer. A new layer of fear coats my lungs as I turn over in bed and sit upright. I have no clue how he's going to get his answer, but I do know I won't like it.

Slowly, I rest my weight on my feet and push myself off the bed. My legs wobble the whole way out, pain digging its sharp nails into my nerves as I inch out of my room and down the hallway into the living room. By the time I'm in the center of the room, Daddy's eyes bearing into me, fresh tears are sliding down my cheeks.

His anger weavers, his scowl falling into a frown as he looks me over. "Come here, Princess," he murmurs, wiggling his fingers to beckon me forward. I make my way toward him, my steps as slow as a snail as I move.

Daddy's arms wrap around me when I get close enough for him to snatch me. The strong safety of his arms around my waist counters the fear he left coating my skin, leaving me even more confused and forcing more tears from my eyes. "Shh, shh, shh," he softly hushes me, a thumb rubbing away my tears as his other hand balls up his robe. He softly pats my thighs causing the material to quickly get soaked and turn a darker color.

My eyes stick to the soaked cloth, trying to figure out why the color is changing so deeply. "Daddy's sorry, he didn't mean to be so rough," he coos in my ear, tone soft and touch gentle. My sight rolls over my thigh, new fear blooming in my chest at the sight of blood gushing down my legs. I didn't bleed when Itachi fucked me, but he wasn't as rough as our Father. "I didn't want to make you bleed."

"It's okay," I mutter, knowing it's what he wants to hear. A scream for Itachi sticks in my throat, wanting his comfort more than anything right now but that'll just make everything worse.

"I'm still sorry, Princess. When I'm done dealing with your brothers we'll take a hot bath, okay? Then we can cuddle in bed and I'll get you an ice pack. Daddy loves you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Why is every time Itachi and Daddy want something - most times forgiveness - they remind me they love me? Why do they always insist they'll never hurt me even as they are or after they did? They confuse me so much.

Daddy turns me in his lap so I'm sat sideways, his nose digging in my hair so he can slide his lips against my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, wiggling in his lap to try and get more comfortable. After some trying I give it up, settling on the fact that I won't feel comfortable any time soon, if ever again.

My eyes scan the room as my Father tries to make himself feel better about what he's done. He dragged two kitchen chairs into the living room, leaving them to rest across from where we sit on the couch. His belt sits on the coffee table, the warn-out brown leather one he uses on my brothers when they misbehave. The one I'm sure he used on Sasuke this morning.

The pink vibrator he uses when he wants nothing more than to slurp me all night long sits next to it, making me squirm in more fear. It's not unusual for Daddy to leave me sobbing and squirming in overstimulated pain. He and Mom alike swear it's him just 'keeping control of his temper' and badgering me about 'not wanting Daddy to take his anger out on anyone else'.

"Be a Good Girl while Daddy punishes your brothers and I'll give you a reward," my Father mutters, his arms scooping me up again. This time, he lays me across the coffee table, ass in the air, and his hand buried in my hair to force my head upward.

My neck aches from being arched, my scalp yelling in pain from my roots being tugged on, the edge of the table digging into my stomach, and my pussy quivering in pain from the chill in the house alone. "What kind of reward?" I ask, trying to loosen his hold on my hair.

Daddy's hand does move around, pony-tailing my locks but still keeping a firm grasp on it. "Whatever you want, Princess. It'll be an open-ended reward. Anything you want, whatever time you want."

"Really?"

"Really," he echoes, coating gentle kisses down my spine. As soon as the moment starts, it ends, Daddy's only touch being his hand fisting my hair. "Itachi, Sasuke, come here!" Fear icicles down my back, replacing the soft love he wrapped around my spine.

My Father toys with my hair, flopping it back and forth as we wait for the boys. Sasuke appears first, poking his head around his doorframe. All the coloring melts from his face as he looks at us, his eyes large as he slowly slides into the room. "Father, how can I help?"

"Did you fuck Princess?"

"No," he rushes out, heat coating his face and almost shouting against the paleness of his cheeks.

"Sit down."

Sasuke does as ordered, sliding into one of the chairs. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes locked on our Father but does fail on occasion, flicking his sight down at me.

Itachi strolls into the room soon after, dressed in his clothes from earlier and his hair bone dry, not giving away his time in the shower. He tries to give off a calm vibe like he always carries, but the mask falls when his eyes trail over me. "What are you doing to my Baby Girl?" He hisses, fire flaring in his sight as he drags it up toward our Father. His anger doubles when he notices my blood soaked into Daddy's shirt. "What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?" He carefully asks, his tone snapping more and more with every word.

"Sit down," Daddy sighs, his focus still on toying with my hair.

"I asked you - "

"Sit down," he repeats, eyes glaring back at Itachi with the same level of heat. "I came home to my poor Princess split open with her pussy stuffed full of cum. I'm curious to know which one of you took poor advantage of your sister."

"It wasn't me," Itachi answers evenly, trying to tie down his temper.

"Well, I sure didn't!" Sasuke snaps, jumping up from his spot. "I'm not getting another beating. I didn't fuck Princess. I'm not taking the blame for this."

"Both of you!" Daddy yells, yanking in my hair so I'm arched upward more, the edge of the table digging into my stomach deeper. "Sit. Down. Please." It takes a second but the heat between my brothers dies down and they both slide into their seats. Their eyes lock on me, Itachi's stoned and Sasuke's swirling with concern. "Since neither one of you wants to confuse, I'm going to beat Princess's ass until one of you cave."

"What?"

"Don't you dare."

The boys answer at the same time, mixing with the arousal and fear in my groin. I knew it was coming, Daddy told me in my bedroom he was going to spank me until I couldn't even sit anymore. "Glad we're on the same page," he mutters, leaning over me to grab his belt.

Daddy keeps me arched, making sure the boys can see my face. His hand rubs against my butt cheek, his fingertips and the worn leather massaging the flesh.

Smack

"Onii-Chan!" The scream for Itachi rips from my lungs before I can stop it. I've been spanked before, plenty of times by Daddy and brother alike, but the pain has never itched into my skin like this.

"Dad," Sasuke calls, his voice wobbling as his eyes flicker between our Father and me. Itachi doesn't flinch, the small squint of his eyes being the only change to his face.

Daddy waits a moment, willing his sons to confess to their sins. When they don't, he turns back to his actions.

Smack, smack

A wet sob bubbles in my lungs, mixing with the sound of leather against my skin. Sasuke itches forward, sight fully locked on me. Itachi's eyes stay trailed on Daddy.

Smack, smack, smack

My hands shoot forward, trying to reach out for Itachi. My eyes have started to blur from my tears. "Make it stop! Onii-Chan! Please!"

"Itachi," Sasuke hisses, flicking his eyes to the side. "Just confess already. Itachi did it," he points at our older brother, his face hard in a glare as he tips his head up toward our Father. "I'm telling you he did it, isn't that enough of a confession?"

"No."

Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack

"Please!" I wail because my ass feels like it's on fire from the constant assault on it. "Daddy, it hurts. It was Itachi! I promise it was Itachi! Stop!"

The spankings stop for a moment, his hand back rubbing at the sores forming on my ass. It doesn't help, if anything it makes my skin sting more. "Is that true Itachi? Did you fuck Princess? Were you the one reckless enough to finish in your sister?"

"No," Itachi answers without hesitation, his eyes not falling away from his stare off with Daddy. A sob of betrayal rakes through the room, quickly replaced with sobs of pain again.

Smack, smack, smack

My sobs are slowly morphing into screams of pain, screams for Itachi despite his betrayal. "Onii-Chan it hurts! Make it stop! Please? You're supposed to make it stop. You're supposed to keep me safe!"

"Come on, Princess. You should know by now your Onii-Chan is a sad excuse of a man. He won't ever take care of you," Daddy utters, the words meant to hurt Itachi but managing to stab at my heart on their way.

Smack, smack. Smack, smack. Smack -

As I'm bracing for the next spanking, the belt falls short, resting against my butt instead of crashing down against my skin. "Shit," Daddy whispers under his breath, the belt and my hair slipping from his hands.

My body hunches over the table, the pain from my lower regions so intense that it snacks up the bottom of my spine. The belt trickles to the floor, the metal of it clicking when it crashes against the wood. Warm liquid drips down my skin, quickly wiped away by Daddy.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to, Daddy got carried away," he coos, his big and warm hands rubbing up and down my cheeks, attempting to massage the pain out of them as he spreads the sticky liquid around.

Unshed tears wet Sasuke's eyes as he stares at me. Itachi's eyes have finally fallen, locked on our Dad's hands as angry fire flickers in his irises. "Look at what you two did. You want to save your asses so bad that you're willing to let your sister bleed for your sins." Oh, that must be the warm liquid leaking across my skin.

Slowly, Daddy pulls me off the table, letting the two of us fall onto the couch. A shriek of pain crawls up my raw throat, the pain of sitting on my wounds being the moving force. He softly hushes me, tugging me closer until my back is pressed against his chest. "I know it hurts, Princess, but it won't be over until Itachi confesses."

"I didn't do it."

"Sure you didn't," Daddy mutters, his sympathy fake as he answers Onii-Chan. My shaky legs are moved, aching even more as they're hooked over his thighs, spreading me open so all three men can see my still-soaked pussy. The mess of my cum, Itachi's cum, and Daddy's cum is still coated over my pussy and caked on the inside of my thighs, keeping me slick.

Daddy jerks forward, snatching the vibrator off the table before situating it against my clit. "Please?" I try begging, wrapping my fingers around his wrists. "I can't. I hurt, so much."

"I know, Princess," he coos, switching the toy on and instantly turning it on to its top speed. Daddy's arms cage me in place as I try to squirm away from the vibrations. "The sooner your Onii-Chan tells the truth, the sooner I can stop it, but he's the only one who can save you right now."

My head snaps toward Itachi, my whimpers on repeat as I try to use my eyes to will him to tell the truth. Daddy's nose slides against my neck, huffing in my scent as his fingers toy with my pussy, making my aching hole scream in disagreement again. "Itachi is so mean to you," he mutters against my neck, his lips replacing his nose against my skin. "Isn't he? Tell your Onii-Chan how much pain you're in because of him," he orders, shoving his fingers into me.

"It hurts, Itachi. It hurts to sit on Daddy's lap. It stings having my clit rubbed against. I'm going to bleed again because of Daddy's fingers. I don't want my pussy bleeding again. It bled so much after Daddy played with me. Make it stop. Ple - "

"Outside," Itachi cuts me off, shooting up from his chair.

"That's not how this works," Daddy chuckles, picking up the thrust of his fingertips.

"It is now. You made Princess bleed. I didn't make her bleed when I fucked her. There, happy? I confessed. I had sex with Princess. I took her virginity."

Daddy's movements stall for a moment, his wicked smile pressed against my throat. "Let's go outside," he mutters, tugging his touch away before shoving me off his lap. I slump onto the floor, the wood sliding against my body roughly. "Be a good girl and enjoy your stimulation while we're gone," he orders, dooming me to remain in pain as they talk.

Smack

A slap of Daddy's hand lands on my ass before he walks away, him and Itachi slipping out the door to stew in their fight outside.

Once the door slams closed, the only sound in the house is the soft buzz of the vibrator, the soft sobs of pain spilling from me, and the mix of rough breathing from Sasuke and me. "Please?" I whine, managing to shift enough to look up at him.

His lips are parted as he pants, eyes swirling with arousal and anger as he looks down at me. "I can't. Dad is already mad at me." His eyes scratch over my skin, his hand falling to his pants and giving it a soft squeeze.

The chill from the action mixes with the heat of pain. I can't take anymore. I've already taken Itachi twice, had Daddy buried to the halt, have constant unwanted stimulation to my clit, and had Daddy's fingers toying with me. I can't, but Sasuke doesn't seem to care.

He stands up from his seat, hands already shoving his pants and boxers down enough for his dick to spring out. His tip is red and already leaking, angry from being the only penis in the house that hasn't been inside me yet today. "I'm sorry, Princess, really." Sasuke whispers, falling to his knees behind me. A hand wraps around his dick, ready to aim it as his other hand grips my hips, dragging me across the floor.

"Don't. Please? You can't. Daddy is going to be so mad, he's going to rape me again. Sasuke, don't!"

He keeps apologizing as he lines himself up, his tip toying with the edges of my pussy. "Dad won't find out, he's too busy fighting with Itachi. Even if he does find out, why can't you get raped just once more? It's not fair that you're willing to get raped and beaten for Itachi and not me. Why don't you love me as much as you love Itachi?"

"I do love you, but please, I can't - "

"You can and you will," he whispers, shoving himself into me. Why did Sasuke have to get Mom's looks and Daddy's attitude?

Once he's in me, his hand on my hip hangs on tighter and his other hand wraps around my mouth, muffling the sounds of pain and disagreement slipping past my lips.

"I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry, Princess. I can't help it. It's just not fair. Why do Dad and Itachi get to enjoy your barely used pussy and I'm stuck using Mom's warn out cunt? I want your pussy squeezing me. Not mom's, not Sakura's, yours. I want you all to myself but I can't have that because Itachi is so much more important than me," Sasuke rambles, his hips jerky and rough as he thrusts into me. He doesn't have the rhythm Dad does or the self-control Itachi does.

My fight quickly dies, my body slacking against the floor as I take the continued sex. There's no point trying to stop it when I can't. Sasuke isn't going to stop and I'm stuck with the painful vibrations against my clit until the toy dies or until Daddy decides I've had enough.

"Damn it," Sasuke hisses, his thrusts somehow getting less patterned. "I won't finish, not yet. Who knows the next time Dad and Itachi will both leave you unattended? I can't finish yet, I can't." Despite his words, his body doesn't obey. He leans more of his weight against me, his tip gaining another half inch because of it. "Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck Dad. Fuck Itachi," he grumbles, his hands balled up as they press against the floorboards.

More sperm is shot into me, slushing around my groin and adding pressure to it. I've been filled too much, have too much cum filling my womb. I wouldn't be surprised if my stomach balloons because of how full the men in my life have made me feel today.

Sasuke's breath coats over my shoulder, chilling some of the sweat drenching my skin. "I'm sorry. Really, Princess, I mean it." He nuzzles his nose between my shoulders, his hands sliding down to rub my stomach. One slides further down, pulling the vibrator away from my clit. "See? I'm willing to get in trouble for you. Itachi isn't, you know why? Because he's not sorry. Princess - "

"It's okay," I babble, barely able to form the two words. I want that hot bath and the ice pack Daddy promised. I hurt so much and I'm too groggy to focus on anything except the pain. "It's alright, I forgive you."

"Okay," he whispers against my shoulder, brushing a kiss across it. Sasuke leans more of his weight against me, crushing me between the floor and his body. "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine, Sasuke. I'm not mad."

"Okay."

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