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uceyliyahh · 28 days ago

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UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3434

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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19.

TIANA

I'd been feeling ill for the last two weeks and had no idea what was going on, so I headed to the shop to purchase a pregnancy test. When I got home from the store, I walked into the bathroom and opened the box while pulling out two of the pregnancy tests. I peed on both sticks while flushing the toilet, nervously walking back and forth, chewing my fingernails. When I flipped them over, I was taken aback since both of them said nice things. I could not believe I was pregnant.

I grabbed my phone and texted Trinity, Bianca, and Emma because we were all in a group chat together.

IMESSAGE GC 💬 Tiana: guys...I have some news... Breezy: bestie what happened?? Trin🤭🫶🏽: yeah, what happened T? Em♥️: what's wrong?

Breezy: BITCH YOURE PREGNANT?????? Trin🤭🫶🏽: TIANA ARE YOU DEADASS RN JOSH GOT YOU KNOCKED UP? Em♥️: omg....😳😳 Tiana: yeah...I am pregnant I haven't been feeling good for the past two weeks so I had to figure out what the hell was wrong with me I couldn't eat anything. Breezy: I'm going to be an auntie!!! 🥹🥹 Tiana: oh my goodness here you go 😭 Trin🤭🫶🏽: I gotta tell Jon about this Em♥️: does that mean we get to take turns taking care of the little one? Tiana: wait don't tell Jon yet because yk he'll go run his mouth to Josh so lemme tell him Trin🤭🫶🏽: fineeee tiana 🙄🙄 Breezy: we finna be aunties yall like omg can't believe this is happening Tiana: lawd but im going to keep these hidden until I see Josh so yall don't say anything to him Trin🤭🫶🏽: alrighty babygirl Breezy: my lips are sealed Em♥️: kk girly. Tiana: thank you I'll ttly

I emerged from the restroom with both pregnancy tests in my hand, still stunned that I was carrying this man's baby. I placed both of them inside my drawer and concealed them behind my clothing as I approached the mirror on my wall.

Lifting up my shirt and massaging my tummy, I imagined myself becoming a fine-ass mom. As I was rubbing my belly, I heard my phone ring and halted my motions to retrieve it off the dresser.

It was Jey calling me. God, I hope the girls didn't tell him; that would just ruin the surprise.

OTP ZaddyJey🤍: hey mamas what you doing? Mamas🩷: I'm at home alone right now chilling since I've haven't been feeling good lately and my hormones has been making me feel emotional too. ZaddyJey🤍: you want me to come over later? Mamas🩷: yesss baby I miss yo' fine ass anyways ZaddyJey🤍: hm, I miss yo' cute ass too love imma slide through later after work I'll make sure to bring some clothes then. Mamas🩷: yayyy my hubby is spending the nighhht ZaddyJey🤍: you're so goofy baby ight then mama I'll see you later I love you Mamas🩷: I love you tooo

CALL ENDED

I laid down on my bed and instructed Alexia to crank up the chilly air. I curled up under my nice blanket, grabbed the remote, and turned on Baddies Caribbean, my favorite program.

While watching my TV, I became tired for a second. I attempted to open my eyes, but it didn't work, so I fell asleep, allowing my show to play itself.

✧.*

I awoke to my phone buzzing. As I managed to open my eyes, I noticed Jey beckoning me. I sat up and peered out the window, noticing his car in my driveway. I dashed downstairs, opened the door, and discovered him waiting there with food in his hand.

"Damn girl, you didn't hear me calling you?" He questioned me while I scratched the crust out of my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bubba. I was in a deep slumber and had forgotten you were even coming," I said.

"It's alright, Mama. Please let me know next time. C'mon, so we can eat because I know you haven't eaten yet." I nodded affirmatively as I let him inside the home and slammed the door behind him.

He set the food and beverages on the table in the living room. This man bought some Waffle House for dinner since he adored the establishment.

He bought me a grilled chicken sandwich with fries and a lemonade, and he grabbed himself a BLT. I grabbed the remote from the table and turned on Twilight, as it was the time of year when the leaves dropped.

I hope I don't throw up the food he brought for us to eat since I've been feeling terrible all day and haven't eaten anything. While watching the movie, I felt my mouth turn sour, so I jumped up from the couch and hurried to the toilet, vomiting up.

'Goddamnit, this is getting ridiculous.'

I heard Jey's footsteps enter the bathroom as he pulled my hair up and patted my back while I vomited.

After throwing up, I flushed the toilet, wiped my face with a towel, and looked at Jey. I could interpret his facial expression; he appeared worried and perplexed.

"You good mama?" Jey asked.

"Y-yeah, I just need some water to help with all of this." I said, knowing damn well that my pregnancy is causing all of this.

"I'll go grab it for you. Why don't you go lie down on the couch? I'll come meet you." I did what I was told to do, lying down on the couch and rubbing my tummy.

'Hopefully, after this, I could surprise him with the pregnancy test.'

I saw Jey walking towards me with a cold water bottle in his hand. As he gave it to me, I grabbed it from his hand, opened it up, and drank it.

After drinking the water, I placed my head on Jey's lap, continuing to watch Twilight and feeling him play with my hair.

His touch felt calming and comfortable. I looked up at him while his eyes were fixed on the movie, but he could see I was admiring him.

He looked down at me with deep, hooded eyes, seized my chin, and pressed his soft lips against mine, kissing me a few times in the process.

He backed away as he grinned at me. God, he was so beautiful it wasn't funny. I sat straight on his lap, straddling him as I felt him grab my hips.

"I have a surprise for you that you might like," I added, toying with his mullet.

He arched an eyebrow at me, "What kind of surprise?" I chucked at him before jumping off his lap and rushing upstairs to my room. I proceeded to the drawer, grabbed both pregnancy tests, and tucked them behind my back as I headed downstairs. He was sitting there on his phone, waiting for me to reveal his surprise.

When I walked in front of him, his gaze fixed on me. I told him to close his eyes while pulling his hand out and placing both of the pregnancy tests in his hand.

He opened his eyes, seeing them both in his hand. As I watched, his face went into complete shock. He looked up at me, then back down at the tests.

"Tiana, don't play with me right now. Are you actually pregnant?" Jey questioned me.

"Yes, Josh, I'm really pregnant." I said.

"This gotta be a prank. Tink, yo' ass must be pranking me." I shook my head while coming towards him to sit on his lap, playing with his mullet, saying, "It's not a prank, baby. I'm serious."

He scooped me up by the thighs, giving me a few kisses on the lips while spinning me around in the process, causing me to feel dizzy.

Jey smiled at me happily. We are actually going' to become parents like actual parents.

"I am so happy, baby; I'm going to be a father, " he said softly, with excitement in his voice.

"Me too, Josh. I can't believe this is happening," I said before yawning.

Jey took note of this as he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV before taking his phone and pregnancy tests as he carried me upstairs to my room.

He shut the door behind him with his foot and placed me on my lovely covers while I watched him remove his clothing. His toned skin, strong frame, and gorgeous Samoan tattoos were so exquisite that I couldn't help but approach up to him and stand in front of him as he seized me with his gaze.

Feeling all over his chest and face, he had such beautiful features I couldn't keep my hands to myself as I felt his hand around my waist.

"What's up, mamas?" he said as his gaze shifted to mine. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and placed my lips on his neck, kissing it wetly. I felt his hands slither down to my ass, gripping it tightly as I proceeded to give him wet kisses on his neck, marking him up in the process.

He grabbed my thighs and went backward towards the bed, where he sat down with me, straddling his lap.

He grabbed me forcefully by the throat, stopping me in my tracks. "you know you drive me crazy tink?" He spoke with a heavy tone of voice.

"I know I do so how about you let me take control of the situation and you." I replied with a smile.

I moved off his lap as he shuffled back towards the headboard, slipping his sweatpants and PSD boxers off. Seeing his long and curved dick rise up and strike his stomach.

My mouth watered at the sight of it, and his black stare was fixed on me and my motions as I slid my hair to the side.

SMUT WARNING

I started stroking his dick up and down, seeing the pre-cum pouring out of it and watching him relax via my touch.

I kissed his gorgeous mushroom tip, teasing him slightly as I heard his breathing tremble; he never allowed me to do this to him; generally, he would take charge of the situation or demonstrate his power.

"B-baby, stop teasing me, girl.." he rasped as I chuckled at him before going down on him.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, going all the way down until his tip was hitting the back of my throat.

I bopped my head up and down on his dick, hearing his sweet moans escaping from his lips, gazing up at him. He had his head thrown back on the headboard, clenching his legs in the process.

He opened his eyes, staring deeply into my soul as I continued to suck the soul out of him. Feeling his hand caressing my face.

"Fuckkk, baby, just like that, keep goin'." I loved the way he was sounding right now; it was turning me on even more.

"Mhmm, keep talking to me, love," I mutter softly while continuing to circle my tongue around the tip.

I felt him move his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside of my mouth, grabbing a whole load of my hair, and began to face fuck me. I maintained my breathing as I let him face fuck me hearing his heavy breathing.

"Shit, mama, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my dick, letting me fuck this pretty face of yours." Jey grunted as he continued to thrust his hips.

All you could hear were wet noises coming from my lips as all of my saliva was dripping down all over his dick and my hands.

He abused my throat every chance he got while my eyes fluttered and my throat spasmed. With every single thrust he would just go deeper and deeper I started to form tears into my eyes.

"Ouuu fuck mami...taking me so well...make me nut mama..." his breathing became more shaky and heavy, knowing that he was almost close to his climax.

Feeling his dick twitching inside of my mouth along with his legs twitching too, as his tip was deep inside of my throat.

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head, thrusting his hips in the process, I used both of my hands, stroking him up and down while he did that, driving him insane.

After abusing my throat some more, I heard a loud groan escaping from his lips while his warm seeds spilled down my throat, eating that shit up.

I felt him shaking violently, seeing him pull out his dick away from my mouth, hearing that pop as my face felt flushed, seeing his chest heaving up and down.

I stick my tongue out at him, showing him that I swallow all of his nut, smiling at him as he chuckles at me, trying to catch his breath.

"Yo' ass is nasty baby but c'mere and ride this dick tho mama." Jey said while curling up his fingers.

I did what I was told to do, removing my booty shorts along with my cheeky panties and crawling towards his way before climbing on top of him.

I grabbed his dick rubbing his tip on my now wet folds before sticking it in, I sat down on it as a gasp escaped my lips feeling his hands on my hips as I began to ride him cowgirl style.

I was bouncing up and down on his dick as he was guiding me with my hips we maintained eye contact with each other while he racked his hand onto my ass cheeks as I whined.

"Fuck daddy, this dick feels so good..." I moaned, holding onto his shoulders.

"Yeah? Keep ridin' yo' dick, mama. This is all yours, baby." He replied in a raspy tone.

I had my eyes rolling in the back of my head while throwing my head back in the process as he continued to give my ass a few smacks.

He grabbed me up by the throat, placing his soft lips on mine, slipping his tongue in the process as we tongue kissed each other.

He guided my hips up and down his dick as my walls were clenching around him, causing him to groan between the kiss. Removing his lips from mine, replacing them with my neck, marking me up just like how I did him.

"You're so fucking pretty, you that mama?" He whispered softly in my ear.

"Uhn Huh, daddy fuck..."

I circled my hips on his dick, feeling myself breaking underneath him every single time, spelling my name on his dick.

His tip was hitting my spot as I continued to circle my hips like crazy, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

"Keep goin' fo' me baby fuck...this my shit?"

"Yess daddy this is all yours I'm yours forever baby.."

"Damn, right, ma yo' ass better know you belong to." I felt a pit go down my stomach as my facial expressions turned up, which caught his attention, knowing that I was going to cum all over him.

He got some control, firmly grabbing my hips and pushing his hips to meet my motions. Skins were clapping against each other as I screamed his name across the entire bedroom.

He was beating my shit up while I placed my face into his neck, moaning in his ear.

"Mhm, take this dick like a big girl. This shit is making you go stupid." Jey grunted as he continued to hammer into my gummy walls.

I love it when he talks nasty to me; it makes me want to smear his dick with my essence. I clutched his shoulders hard, knowing that I was getting near to my climax. I let out a loud groan as my body began to tremble beneath him, covering his dick with my cream. I wanted to get off of him right now, but he gripped my waist tightly, his powerful arms hammering into my wet creamy cunt deeply.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Josh please...I can't take it..." I mewled weakly.

"Nah baby take this fucking dick and be a good girl fo' me baby." I did what I was told to do as I let him continue to beat my pussy in.

He was giving me these harsh strokes, kissing me all over my neck while I held his shoulders for dear life, sensing another orgasm approaching. I felt his dick quiver inside of me, knowing he was about to cum in my shit.

I was so overwhelmed that tears welled up in my eyes as I swallowed my saliva and threw my head back. I couldn't even fathom what was going on.

Making me feel as if my brain needed to be rebooted, he shoved his hips farther into my gushy insides, causing me to gasp loudly as he smirked. Seeing how I trembled beneath his touch.

"Fuck baby, I'm finna nut all in yo' shit stuffing yo' ass like a turkey." After a few more thrusts, he and I came together as a groan escaped from our lips.

I felt his warm seeds inside of me filling me up well as he and I were panting heavily. He pulled his dick out from me, and his seeds were dripping out from my pussy and onto his stomach.

SMUT OVER.

We didn't move an inch from each other as I laid on his chest hearing his breathing going steady while his hands were still wrapped around my waist hugging me.

His lips gently kissed me on the neck and chest before we could finally pull away from each other. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling at each other, and I saw sweat dripping down his body.

"Damn that shit felt so good mama." Jey said.

"Y-yeah it did..ion' think I can move my body at the moment." I replied earning a chuckle from him.

"I can tell c'mon I'll carry you into the bathroom so we can take a bath together ight?" He scooped me up by my legs carrying me inside my bathroom placing me on top of the sink.

Turning on the faucet, he checked the temperature of the bath water, making sure that it wasn't hot or anything.

✧.* After we took a bath together, I was cuddled up on his chest, hearing his heartbeat while he was on his phone, scrolling through his social media.

Meanwhile, I was watching my show, gasping as I watched the girls fight each other, taking each other's wigs off while knocking their heads in.

"Why do you even watch this shit Tiana?" Jey questioned me, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Because bae it's interesting to me and funny don't be hater now." I said sarcastically.

"Mane, I ain't no hater. I'm just saying," he earned a hum from me as my eyes were focused on the show.

I felt his hand on my tummy, pulling me closer to him as he began to rub it before placing a soft kiss on my neck.

I turned my head to look at his features, and he was already admiring me. I kissed him on the lips as he responded.

"I'm so nervous love." I said.

"Why mama?"

"Because what if I'm not a good mom to our little one?" He raised his eyebrow, looking at me.

"Baby, I think you'll be a great mother. Don't doubt yourself, okay? I'll be right there with you," Jey said as he reassured me.

I gave him one last kiss before turning off the TV and getting comfortable in the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear.

"I love you mama"

"I love you too papa."

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A/n: I have some sad news this book is coming to a close soon only four more chapters to go I really did enjoy writing this book but I am so happy for Tiana and Jey fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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v1nsmoke · 6 months ago

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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 // 𝐂𝐎𝐏!𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

oneshot - cop!shanks x fem!reader

tw: age gap (both are adults though), mention of guns, smoking

summary: when your cop dad brings you to his promotion party at the police station, you don't expect to meet a red-haired coworker of your dad

fandom: one piece

a/n: remember that zoro oneshot i wrote back in 2023 october with a tiny cop shanks cameo at the end? and how i mentioned that i might make it a full length oneshot? yeah, this is it! I never wrote romance oh lawd and this feels new…

tags: stargirldelight

wc: 1.2k

notes: modern au, first person pov.

Dads with daughters - if they don’t despise them - usually threaten boyfriends or suitors with something along the lines of “if you cross my daughter or make her cry, i’ll break your jaw,” and mine was no exception. Unlike most of those dads, he actually could. His ultimate, go-to threat was that if any boy hurts me, he will take them to jail. He did once. That guy was involved in some illegal marihuana deals and owned a gun without any permission, so he went to jail for actual reasons.

With my single dad being a cop, I used to spend my free time at the police station where he worked whenever he couldn’t find anybody to babysit me. Luckily, his co-workers didn’t mind, and often took care of me while I was there. The last time I visited that station was when I was around fifteen, after that I was allowed to stay at home alone for days. Up until that, I had to be supervised at the station. It wasn’t as boring as it may sound at first, there is lots of exploring to do and many gadgets to ruin. I didn’t do the latter. Maybe once, as an accident, but it got fixed up real quick. My dad’s colleagues taught me how to shoot a gun, which my dad disapproved of. I was seven years old back then, of course he did.

It’s been almost a decade since that happened, and now, I’ve been invited to a get-together to celebrate my father’s promotion at the station. It was well-deserved, he’s done many great deeds and had been working hard, harder than anyone. I was tasked with the food. I thought that the best would be to make pizzas and something sweet for dessert, maybe some of those mini pretzels for a snack, but there was no way I’d make the latter. There are shops for that.

“How’s the progress?” My dad asks, sneaking up on me.

“Almost done,” I answer, adding the finishing touches.

“Hm, they look good,” he says, taking one of the freshly prepared cupcakes.

“You’ll get them at the station, until that, no more!”

I load the two boxes into the car, dad sitting in the driver’s seat picking the music while he waits.

“I could use a hand here,” I call out.

“Grow a third one,” he replies calmly.

I hop into the car. Dad revs up the engine, and the vehicle finally gets moving.

“Lots of things have changed since you were last there,” he starts the conversation.

“Like what?”

“I got some new coworkers, you’ll like them. We also renovated some rooms.”

“You mentioned the renovations before. I remember that you ruined most of your jeans because of it, we had to throw out like ten pairs because they all had paint on them and I couldn’t wash it out.”

“The good old times,” he sighs. “It’s been real lonely since you moved away. Feel free to move back if you feel like it.”

He parks the car in the tiny parking lot of the police station. He sits in the car, immersed in the song playing on the radio.

At the ripe age of twenty, I moved to my own tiny house. Up until that point, I didn’t even stop to think that he might feel alone. I made a mental note that I’ll make sure to visit him more often now.

“You’re not going in?” I ask.

“Do I need to? There’s gonna be lots of people,” he whines.

“I thought you were my dad, not my son.”

“Go, get the food out from the trunk, in the meantime, I’ll mentally prepare myself,” he instructs.

With a sigh, I get out of the car, and lift the trunk open.

“You need help with that?” an unknown voice asks.

I turn around to find a man leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. Light smoke swirled around him as he stepped forward.

“I think I can handle it,” I nervously answer.

“Here, let me,” he says, taking one of the boxes from my hand with a gentle move.

My dad gets out of the car.

“Shanks, good to see you!” He greets the man next to me. “I see you already found my daughter.”

“This fine lady is your daughter? You better watch out, then,” he smiles at him mischievously.

“Don’t you dare, Red Hair!” Dad replies.

“At least he helped me with the boxes,” I intervene.

“Your pa didn’t?”

“He told me to grow a third arm.”

The red haired man chuckles, looking over to my dad.

“Not too nice of you, Hank,” he says, walking off with the box.

Inside gathered a swarm of people. Some people I knew, some I didn’t. Dad did say he got some new coworkers, and I assumed this red-haired man was one of them. Most of them wore their regular uniforms, some, who were off-duty that day, had casual clothes on.

I place the box on one of the tables, the red-haired man following suit. I take the food out of the said boxes, placing them onto separate trays and plates.

“Where can one get this food from? Looks delicious,” he speaks, picking up a slice of pizza. Luckily it was still fresh enough.

“From me,” I answer.

“Thank you, it’s nice to hear someone appreciating it,” I reply.

“You made all this? Impressive, I might just move to your house only for the food,” he says before taking a bite of the dish. “No, not might. Definitely.”

I chuckle at his statement.

“Your dad doesn't? He should, it’s amazing,” he says, his mouth still stuffed.

“Even if he does, he doesn’t say it out loud.”

“Are you a chef or something? Or is this just a hobby of yours?”

“More like a hobby. I work in an office, I hate it. I want to see the world or do some action, y’know.”

“Of course I do. I wanted action too, that’s why I’m an officer. They still give me paperwork, but when there really is some action, it’s worth it. We can teach you some things if you want.”

“You really would?” I enthusiastically inquire.

“Why not? I’ll do it in exchange for more food of yours. Deal?”

“Deal,” we shake hands.

“So first, I really want to teach you how to shoot a gun. You did that before?” He asks, walking back and forth in front of me.

“A few times, many years back.”

“You remember how to do it?”

I hold the handgun firmly, bringing it upwards. I lock my eyes on the target, an old soda can that he likely got from the trash, and I pull the trigger. The bullet was close, but flew by the can. I lower my hand in defeat.

“Mostly.”

“Here,” he says, handing me a handgun, “aim at that can right there.”

“Give it another try,” he encourages.

I lift my arms back up, aiming again. This time, the bullet made a dent into the can.

“That’s it! Off to a good start,” he speaks, patting my shoulders. “Maybe your posture is the only problem I had, though really minor.”

He comes closer, behind me. He gently places his hand on my arm and adjusts my shoulders.

“There you go,” he whispers next to my ear.

“Officer,” my dad interrupts.

“Yes sir?” The red-haired man turns to him. “Keep the posture,” he instructs me.

“Is that my daughter?”

“Yes sir.”

“Please don’t call me sir. Makes me feel old,” my dad grunts, walking closer. He comes to a halt next to me, observing me. Please don’t take the gun away, please don’t take the gun away…

“Keep up the good work. Teach her good, officer,” says my dad, walking back to where he came from.

red-haired shanks belongs to eiichiro oda.

#v1nsmoke #one piece #eiichiro oda #opla #shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #shanks one piece #police officer #oneshot #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #alternative universe #op

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flyboytracy · 9 months ago

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I really enjoyed seeing ppls opinions on the first round of the TAG poll. We all love TAG for different reasons and love different characters and it's just rly cool to see how people pick one episode over another. Anyway, it made me wonder how many GIFs I've made per episode to see if that number reflects my personal feelings and some really surprised me. And some really didn't lmao.

Under a cut since I listed 78 episodes good lawd

Looking at the figures, I think season two looks like my favourite, followed by season one and then season three. Which I guess is probably accurate. Season two feels like the most consistant season to me, whereas season one takes a while to find its identity. And then season three...is....just...the highs were the highest and the lows were...well, you'd need TB4 or the Mole to reach them.

God, TAG deserved another season.

#Thunderbirds Are Go #Flyboy stats #in case anybody ever wondered lmao

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minoment · 2 years ago

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Foaming at the mouth for sub!graves I want that bitch Obliterated (but anyway i love your writing and happy new year!)

BARKING HOWLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LAWD HAVE MERCY. I want to fold him in half and destroy him. Thanks so much for the ask anon! <3

"How about I make you remember?"

Pairing: Sub Phillip Graves x Dom Fem!Reader

Type: Hard NSFW Fic

Tags/Warnings: dom reader, sub character, femdom, hate sex, enemies to lovers, smut to fluff, SWEARING, degrading, slapping, choking, riding, teasing, reader being mean to graves, british reader, grinding, begging, restraining, I think that's it...

A/N: I'm gonna open my asks as soon as I revamp my blog and get my motivation back on track. I will get to the asks still festering in the ask box. I might just write them as thirsts of blurbs since school is keeping me busy. Anyways, enjoyyy <3

i wanna slap his ass so bad its not even funny

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

Sun poured through the gap in the curtains, landing harshly on your sleeping face. You groaned sleepily, your head throbbing as you got up to close your blinds. Except they weren't your blinds. The room was unfamiliar to your foggy, hungover brain. Well, until you caught sight of the man who was sleeping beside you.

Phillip fucking Graves. You scowled, a few weak memories drifting back into your tired brain. Yes, thats right, The Shadows, Los Vaqueros and 141 had gone out drinking last night. But how did you end up naked in this jackass's bedroom? You snatched up your bra and panties off the floor before putting them on and striding over to the sleeping man.

You ripped off the covers, the cold air jolting Graves awake as you straddled his naked hips and pinning him down so he couldn't escape. He was clearly hungover too, his eyes sluggishly searching his surroundings before he spoke.

"The hell are you doing? It's only...", he turned his head to check the clock on his bedside, "only 9AM.." he said hoarsly.

You sat back on his hips, making him suck in a sharp breath as you pressed down where he was sensitive.

"I'm not asking you again, bitch." You scowled, cracking your knuckles. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"Well.." Graves swallowed slightly, looking around the room before looking at himself then at you. "We all went out to drink after we dropped Hassan. I guess we must have had too much to drink and... had a little fun with eachother."

"Fuckin' hell-" You groaned, sitting back on your hips and making Graves take sharp breath in. He tried to wriggle you off, obviously not wanting your hips to be pressing down on that area any longer, but you stayed put.

You thought for a moment, having no recollection of anything dirty whatsoever but you were skeptical. His wriggling underneath you was obvious and you weren't stupid, you could feel him getting pent up. Your mind began to wander. What would the great Commander Phillip Graves look like getting fucked into an oblivion of a moaning, slutty mess? Now you just had to know.

"Phillip?" You cooed innocently, looking down at him through your lashes.

"Y-yeah?" He said, distracted. He was still trying to shift underneath you so his growing bulge wasn't as noticeable.

"I really can't remember last night..." You continued sweetly, tightening your thighs around his waist and stopping him from moving. Just for good measure, you wrapped your hand around his neck and shimmied your hips back onto his crotch, feeling everything.

Graves's head dropped back onto the pillows, a breath escaping his lips and dark blush spreading across his cheeks. You could read him like a book and he knew he was fucked. Literally.

You squeezed his neck lightly, still keeping up the sweet act. "I really can't remember what happened..." you pretended to pout, rocking your hips down. "Can you?" You purred, your sickly sweet voice sending shivers down Graves's spine. He shook his head desperately, biting the inside of his cheek to stop any sort of noise from escaping him.

"Shame." You sneered, your voice hardening back to it's usual cold and merciless tone. You leant down, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear. "Maybe we should try again. Have a redo...? How about I make you remember?"

Graves eyes widened and he swallowed hard, his breathing a little heavier as he tried not to meet your gaze. He didn't even know how you both ended up in the same room, he infuriated you and he knew that. Your revenge would be brutal and he knew you would push him until he broke apart beneath you. Nonetheless, he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to your touch.

"Please d-do..." He muttered, barely audible.

"What was that?" You asked, acting as if you hadn't heard him. For good measure you rolled your hips downwards, making him grunt. Your gaze was cold, practically drilling into his soul. "I can't hear you." You smirked cruelly, rocking your hips backwards against him yet again.

"Please.." He whispered, face burning with embarrassment. "Please make me remember.." You raised your eyebrow, leaning down to him and squeezing his neck once more.

"Ask nicely." You cooed, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear.

"Please.." Graves practically whimpered, his heart thumping in his chest. "Please show me.. fuck me.. please~". You were a ruthlessly deadly animal and he knew the only way he could survive your wrath was to give up any remains of his pride or control.

You gritted your teeth in satisfaction at his response, squeezing his throat and rocking your hips brutally against his bulge. He choked out a moan, grasping for your waist. You quickly denied him, gripping both his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head, keeping your other hand tightly around his throat.

"God fucking dammit Graves.." You growled in his ear, your lower half pressed harshly against his groin.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you. Make you scream my name like the pathetic, needy, little slut you are." You sneered softly, your lips brushing his ear.

The gravelly sound of your voice and the feeling of your breath made Graves heart skitter in his chest, his breath heaving in pure need as you whispered those filthy words in his ear. He couldn't help himself, a pathetic noise leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. It was too much, you were playing with him like a cat plays with a wounded mouse.

"Please..." He whimpered, his breathy weak voice higher than usual as he gasped for air. "Please don't stop. Be mean to me. Ruin me.."

You couldn't control yourself any longer, your primal urges exploding through your veins like a roaring tsunami of wild lust and vicious needs to destroy him. Your hand squeezed down on his neck completely, roughly bucking your hips against his naked crotch. He coughed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, crying out in pleasure.

"You filthy little bitch." You spat, keeping your hand tightly around his neck and lifting your hips up to yank off your panties once more. His breath came in ragged, breathy gasps as you dragged your thumb down his shaft and slicking him up with his own precum.

He shuddered beneath you, attempting to catch his breath but you gave no mercy. You thrust his length deep inside your warmth, making him choke back a cry of pleasure and arch his back upwards as your walls tightened viciously around him.

"F-fuck~" He moaned brokenly, pathetically trying to buck his hips upwards into you. "Ple-ase~"

Your frustrations for this man only intensified your need to fuck him stupid, make him sob and cry in pleasure until he apologized for the non-existent reason he pissed you off.

You slapped him hard across the face, making him practically cum right then and there.

"Please what?" You said coldly, your own steely tone surprising you although you didn't show it.

You clenched around him, making him whimper as he struggled to pull his hand from your vice-like grip. Your hips moved slowly on his beautiful shaft, making you sigh softly as you used him for your pleasure. He bit his lip to stifle his lewd noises, trying to stay on your good side.

"Please.. use me as your toy darlin'.." he gasped out, his American accent more prominent with desperation as you moved yourself painfully slowly up and down his thick length. "I need more~"

You hummed in reply, his cock beautifully moulding your insides to his shape and spreading a molten hot feeling of pleasure throughout your body. Maybe, just maybe, you could warm up to him.

"Please ma'am.. I'm beggin' you~" he whispered, doing his best to stay still and not make too much noise. "Fuck me."

Oh he was being such a good boy. It made you want to praise him, kiss him, give him what he wanted and most importantly, use him. You stayed like that for a while, torturing him with slow, sadistic pleasure as he tried to muffle his groans and whines by turning his head and biting down on the pillows.

Soon enough, you caved, the temptation of breaking him down into a messy slut became too much. You wanted to destroy him. Make his eyes roll back until he cried out so loudly his neighbours would know you by name.

You drew yourself up, leaving just his pretty pink tip inside you before slamming your hips down with a grunt of pleasure.

Graves moaned, the fabric of the pillow dropping from his lips as slurred strings of 'thank you's and 'fuck me's and 'ma'am please's were torn from his throat as you rode him hard.

Your skin slapped against his, the bed rocking with the force of your frustrated, pounding downward thrusts. You let out nothing but harsh panting breaths and the occasional rough groan since you were two busy focused on the man breaking down beneath you.

His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes rolling back as tears of pure ecstasy trickled down his cheeks. Drool slipped from the corner of his kiss-bitten lips as uncontrollable moans and choked sobs were ripped from his throat. He looked gorgeous.

Not a minute and a half in, Graves tensed up and his back arched, his eyes squeezing shut as a gravelly cry was pulled from the bottom of his lungs. He came hard, thick ropes of his release painting your insides as he lost his mind.

He went limp as his body was spent, but no, you didn't stop. You would never stop. Not until you had done exactly what he begged so sweetly for..

You were going to use him until your name died on his lips.

He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his mind foggy as you kept him hard inside you, overstimulating and using his pretty cock. He couldn't even form words to thank you, he just looked up at you in complete reverence as tears dripped from his long blonde lashes.

You let go of his wrists and neck, cupping his face before leaning down and kissing him sweetly. The action was so gentle and full of praise compared to the merciless thrusts of your hips. You held his hands, guiding one down to press his thumb against your swollen clit.

With each piston of your hips, a wave of pleasure rocked through your body from the delicious friction making you moan lowly into Graves's mouth. He would whimper in return, squeezing your other hand while he rubbed gentle circles onto your clit as you rode.

Soon enough your high came rushing through your body. It hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and trembling as you clenched and constricted around Graves. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as your eyes rolled back, your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

Your tightness sent Graves crashing over the edge into euphoria and he cried out loudly, his moans interrupted by desperate gasps for air.

You lay your head on his shoulder as you both went limp, the room silent except for the heavy panting of both parties. He gently removed his hand from between you two, keeping the other tightly holding yours. He gently ran his fingers down your lightly scarred back, eventually drawing up the courage to hug you close.

A gentle, breathless laugh escaped your lips, making him smile to himself.

"Do I still piss you off, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice raspy from moaning and panting.

"Most definitely.." you replied, your tone of voice giving away the small amount of fondness you had for this insufferable American.

NOTE: I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS SO LATE. I GOT THIS ASK IN JANUARY. ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, I APOLOGIZE 😭🙏

Mentions: @ch3rrys0da-tv , @expressodecafdepresso , @nanami-kento-simp , @f0xtr0x

And my special CoD babygirl simp @toshidou (I tagged you just in case 🤫)

#dom reader #sub character #call of duty #sub mw2 #sub call of duty #sub cod #phillip graves x reader #sub phillip graves #sub phillip graves x reader #sub phillip graves x dom reader #mw2

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shinycrybaby · 1 year ago

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Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #sano manjiro x reader #haitani rindou x reader #imaushi wakasa x reader #inui seishu x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #wakasa x reader #inupi x reader #mikey drabble #rindou drabble #wakasa drabble #inupi drabble #mikey imagines #rindou imagines #wakasa imagines #inupi imagines

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year ago

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i know theres so much talk about bunny kappa, or just general bunny rory... but please, can we talk about puppy rory characters? i need my fill!! puppy danny? puh-leeeease bro. or even puppy gabe? possum... he just Is Puppy. i need some headcanons or something!!

Can we all take a moment to talk about puppy!Gabe because…uhm, I need him…like now?

Also, dearest nonnie, can I point you towards my Masterlist? I have three full puppy!Kappa fics on there. Closer, Worship I and Worship II <3

Please excuse this being a bit short but the current heatwave is not for me and just yesterday I wrote 3.6k words about Gabriel losing his virginity…my brain is in “power saving” mode.

Smutty puppy!Gabriel HCs under the cut! 18+!

🐶 Okay, let’s start with what plopped into my head first thing while thinking about it: Gabe would be the most playful and bubbly puppy ever! Oh, he’d be so happy to be your good little puppy boy at any given chance.

Gabriel would go full-on service sub-puppy, for sure! Being very attentive to your needs but especially your mood, always looking out for you after a long and hard day at work, determined to cheer you up if your coworkers were too dense to get anything even barely productive going again.

🐶 At first, he might have been a bit shy around the idea of wearing a collar 24/7 but after you bought him a very pretty one, made out of smooth black leather that would caress his neck just right, not too tight or itchy, he fell for it even harder than you did. In addition to that, you bought a fitting, silver dog tag with his name engraved on it to attach to the O-ring of the collar, making sure to remind him to whom he belonged all around the clock…but really? Gabriel wouldn’t need any reminder of that at all because he’d be all about you all day every day.

🐶 Whenever you’d come home stressed from work, he’d personally sit you down on the couch, get you a fizzy beverage of your liking straight from the fridge and proceed to go down on you whilst you decompressed from the hectic shift. I’m a firm believer that Gabe would get himself in an eager frenzy, getting oh so desperately worked up by just eating you out, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal would have him lapping at your clit like a man parched. This fine puppy boy right here would make sure to get you off good and at least twice before he’d let you get up from the cushioned sofa again, looking up to you from between your thighs with wide and beaming blue eyes, asking if you felt satisfied with his services.

At that, you’d pet his head thoroughly, letting him know just how much of a perfectly obedient and well-behaved puppy he was for you and how much you appreciate owning him as your puppy. You’d make sure to never take him for granted!

🐶 Oh lawd, don’t get me started on how excited Gabriel would be when he gets to fuck you. At first, he’d be so sweet and gentle with you, kissing you all over, needily sucking at your tits while his fingers draw over your clit to make sure that you are all wet and aroused enough for him to thrust into you but as soon as he is inside of you, stretching you out just the right way, hitting all your favorite spots with the tip of his throbbing cock, he’d go feral over you. Just fucking into you until you’d have forgotten all about your boss being a dickhead that day or the traffic jam on the way back home. Gabe would unceremoniously rail you. Don’t mistake that sweet sweet boy for being innocent in the sheets just because he looks like only doing missionary with the lights off. Nuh-uh!

🐶 On days when you had the luxury of working from home, Gabriel would insist on sitting underneath your desk while your fingers typed away on the keyboard, pleasuring you with his tongue throughout your shift while his fingers would massage you from the inside. Oh, he’d love you working from home because it meant getting you all to himself all day long, thinking about pouring you a nice, hot bubbly bath whilst knuckles-deep in your warm cunt, his fingertips rubbing against that extra sensitive spot just long enough for you to lose your focus and taunt him a little, a teeny tiny bit.

🐶 Thinking about it, I believe Gabe would not be into heavy degradation, no, he’d enjoy you praising him over and over much more. He’d take great pride in being your puppy, trying his best to avoid any shortcomings that would lead you to scold him. However, if that kind of situation was to arise, you’d correct him softly, gently pointing out what displeased you, and the hardest punishment (more of a funishment, really) he’d ever get from you would be going to the mall with you on the weekend while wearing a plug to fill him up all nice and snug as you occupy yourself with swatching eyeshadows, asking him which one’s he likes best. The green sparky one or the rather toned-down, chocolate brown one? Decisions, decisions…

Sweet Gabriel would try so hard to wrap his mind around the colorful swipes of makeup on the back of your hand but it would be to no avail. The way the plug pressed against his prostate just right, keeping his cock hard right out there, in public would have his face flushed with a wash of red for the entirety of the shopping trip, would have him begging and whining about needing to go to the restrooms to just quickly relieve himself of the pulsing hard-on in his pants. Oh, poor puppy, sucks to be you right now, no, Gabe? Tough luck but that sweet sweet release would have to wait until back at home.

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #gabriel 2014 #gabriel x fem!reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel smut #gabriel #puppy!gabriel

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valkyrayn · 2 years ago

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sleeping with the enemy - chapter two. posted on ao3

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 1,386

Tags: angst and porn, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex, blowjob, cum facial, balcony sex, public sex, fingering, supposed to be porn with plot but this one's just porn really

A/N: lawd did this took so long to finish cus of a long writer’s block and everything else. but anyways enjoy the porn. also what do we think of the cliffhanger heehee

also posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments! 💜

Nothing is gentle in the way that he fucks you.

You don’t want him to, anyway. Gentle leads to tenderness, and tenderness leads to some very real emotions that you’re trying to suppress.

Whatever you have is purely physical—for him to use your body the way he wants to, and for you to receive the pleasure that comes with it. It’s a win for the both of you, in the physical aspect of things at least.

Emotional? You’ve long decided that what your heart wants does not matter. Besides, the feelings you have are temporary. You only like him when he’s fucking you. On a normal day? You can’t stand him.

So things are good as it is, and you refuse to jeopardise it—and you know he wouldn’t either.

Now to the actual down side of this arrangement is how you have not once fucked on an actual bed.

Car, closets, office, public bathrooms—check. But an actual bedroom? The one time you’ve ever gotten close to that was at a countryside inn that you travelled an hour to—only for him to be recognized the second he set foot at the door.

Sure, he could just pay them to keep it a secret, but from his experience, nobody can be trusted to keep their mouths shut. And neither of you would want to risk that.

The only person that he could trust with his secrets is his assistant.

“Watch the door, Vincent.”

“Yes, Master.”

You only get to briefly look at Vincent before the tall mahogany door shuts behind you as you’re pulled inside the empty ballroom by Marius.

Balcony? Check.

———

Arms resting on top of the marble railings, your legs begin to tremble as you’re nearing your climax—and that’s when you start praying to the gods above that nobody would look up.

They would be met with such a pornographic display.

Your heavy tits exposed to the cold night air, dress bunched around your waist and your torn panties resting around your ankle—with you, bent forward as Marius sinks his stiff cock inside you from behind.

“Nngh fuck—you’re squeezing me even tighter…is this turning you on…?” His tone changes at the realisation.

Of course it’s turning you on—his mere presence was enough, but to be fucked like this at the risk of being caught? Turned on would be an understatement.

His deft fingers are circling your clit in quick motion, in tandem with his rough fucking; dick pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt. This isn’t his usual fast fucking. You both know how much noise that would make. So he fucks you harder instead.

His hips snap against yours, burying his cock deep into your sex and then pulling out all the way only to thrust back in even deeper, instantly ripping an orgasm out of you.

Your legs tremble and you fall limp against the railings, thankfully his strong arms are still wrapped around you to keep you from falling onto the floor—or head first 3 floors down.

Marius jams himself inside your clenching pussy as he pulls you taut against his hard body, his hot breath fanning your skin making you tremble with arousal.

“Do you want them to look up? So they can watch how you’re getting fucked dumb by my cock…?”

You moan.

He’s so obscene.

He pulls out and rests his cock against your ass, rubbing slowly against your heated skin while his hands start playing with your tits. He rolls your nipple between his fingers while the other is weighing the fullness of your breast with his calloused hand.

“Mmm jiejie…let them see how much of a slut you are…letting me fuck you out in the open like this.”

He turns you around to face him, pulls you in closer with his arm around your waist then plunged his fingers inside your still quivering sex. He crashes his lips against yours—swallowing your scream as your body involuntarily starts convulsing again from the sudden orgasm.

Marius pushes his tongue inside your mouth and you reciprocate with the same hunger; pushing your own tongue into his, biting his lower lip and moaning into his mouth. You’re so horny out of your mind and you can’t believe how desperate your body is for him still—even after coming so many times.

He starts scissoring his fingers inside your cunt, thumb rubbing your sensitive nub and clit roughly until you come undone for the—honestly, you lost count.

“You’re coming so much…fuck…” He looks down at where his fingers are buried inside you as you gush uncontrollably around him, your release dripping down his arm and down the inside of your thighs.

“Marius…you—“

“Yes?”

With the little energy you have left, you press your palms against the hard planes of his chest before pushing him back—away from the railings just enough to give you space to kneel down.

“Your turn.”

What would people think, if they caught you like this? The young handsome CEO of PAX with his ex-attorney—his cock in her mouth with his head thrown back in pleasure and his fingers in her hair.

Two supposed enemies, caught in a tryst—you can’t even begin to imagine how the rest of the NXX would react to that.

But you’d like to argue, with that voice in your head, that two people who hate each other can fuck each other.

It helps that he’s rough with the way that he fucks you—serves as a reminder that you’re only using each other to satiate your animalistic desires.

So for now, you’ll indulge in the pleasure.

You hollow your cheeks around him, before swirling your tongue on the head of his cock to taste more of him causing him to tighten his grip around your hair followed by a hiss and a string of ‘fucks’ and ‘oh god’ leaving his mouth. He snaps his hips forward, until his tip touches the back of your throat before pulling out completely to cum all over your face.

“Fuck, you dirty little slut…open your mouth for me…”

You tilt your head with your mouth wide open and tongue jutting out to receive him. He pumps his cock with his hand, sending spurts of his thick load to land on your tongue and cheeks.

He looks down at you and you maintain eye contact as you lick the cum dripping on your lips before swallowing it. His Adam's apple bobbed at your lewd display before reaching down with his thumb to wipe some more of his cum from your cheek and then pushing it into your hot waiting mouth.

You eagerly suck onto his fingers, swallowing every drop before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Marius picks you up from the floor and presses your back against the cold concrete wall behind you. After tucking his cock back inside his pants, he begins to work at tidying you up.

“Not sorry about your…” he trails, dangling your torn panties in front of you with a smug smile on his face before you snatch it away from his hand.

“I’ll buy you some new ones—“

“No.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. You shoot him a glare.

“Just stop tearing it apart. Have some self control.” You say, half joking as you turn away from him.

Immediately, you are pulled back by the wrist, crashing your body against his. “What did you expect after sending me a text like that…”

Your small hand is pressed against his chest and you can feel the thrum of his heartbeat—faster than usual.

“You’re telling me you’re here on a date? Where is he now? And why aren’t you asking him to ‘take care of your soaking, wet cunt?’

Blush immediately starts blooming on your cheeks at hearing him recite your text to him back to you.

Texting him after a few glasses of wine was not a good idea.

“Marius…” You exhale, lightly pushing him away to look at him but he pulls you tight against him, burying his face against the crook of your neck—before lightly kissing the mark that he’s left there.

“You’re mine…”

You can barely make out his words so you try to push him away again only for him to tighten his arm around you, refusing to let go.

“Marius—”

“Come home with me tonight.”

#brainrotdump #marius von hagen smut #lu jinghe smut #tears of themis smut

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teddybeartoji · 3 months ago

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jerzwriter · 11 months ago

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If it's not late, it's probably not me! Not for all things, but for a whole lot, so it's with my sincere apologies that I post this "Countdown to 2024" on the 9th day of the year!

Now, I'm going to be honest: I started to write this, and the list got huge. HUGE. And while I like to spread the love and be as inclusive as I possibly can, at some point, it began to look like an amalgamation of everything I've read in the year. So, I decided to scale back and follow the rules (gasp!) ... sort of... lol

See, I don't think writer appreciation should be limited to these events. Writer... creator... appreciation is a living, breathing act that should take place year-round. Each time you comment, share, or even leave a little ❤️ on a fic, you're showing your appreciation, gratitude and, honestly, you're serving yourself, because that simple act may be the very thing that tips the scale and makes your favorite say, "You know what, yeah! I'm going to keep doing this."

So, to every single writer in the fandom - thank you. I tried to show you love throughout 2023, and I hope to do more of that in 2024... you all mean so much to me!

But, I'm limiting this to three (and lawd that really was NOT easy) lol

When I closed my eyes and thought of the last year in fics, this is what came to my mind...

One...

@alj4890 - Seriously, I feel she is a writer who deserves so much more love than she gets. And, if y'all were smart, you'd take the time to change that in 2024! I love the passion that she has for every one of her pairings, even though she knows my favorite will always be Tobias x Chris (OH). Whether being light and witty or delving into deep emotion, your fics are always touching and beautifully written. I'm excited whenever I get a tag from you! Some of my favorites in 2023 were Visceral Reaction, Holding On, Nope (I had to give Trystan x Cameron some love, too!) and you know I was just crazy about The Wake. What a great concept! But I wouldn't be mad if you got back to Mixed Signals. Selfishly, I hope 2024 brings you more time to write, but honestly, I just hope it brings you joy!

Two...

2023 will always be the year that I fell in love with Crimes of Passion, and with that, I discovered another corner of our community and the many talented writers within it. I will forever bow to the queen of Crimes fics (yes, you @inlocusmads - there needs not to be a vote; it has been decreed! And New York, June 2014 was one of the first things that came to my mind when recalling this year's fics!) I got to learn about some writers I was not familiar with previously (shout out to @shreyamistry - your Trystan x M!MC Fanfic lives on in my mind, and I'm always hoping for a follow-up!) It gave me the opportunity to see some of my old favorites soar in a different place (hello @storyofmychoices @trappedinfanfiction and @lilyoffandoms - Lily, can we please have more Trystan x Gabriel all day every day??? PLEASE). And it did something I love more than anything: it allowed us all to see new creators step up and share their love and talent with us, and right now, I'm looking at @stars-are-within-me and @moominofthevalley Crimes wouldn't have been as enjoyable without you. @stars-are-within-me, I appreciated you taking the time to give us parts of the story that Pixelberry failed to address. In my opinion, the best was The Favorite Brother, and I may be a little biased, but I loved the beautiful trio of stories you wrote for me in the Secret Santa (Airport, Angel, and Cookies). You're so supportive of everyone, I'm so glad you're a part of our fandom! @moominofthevalley your writing is just beautiful, and I have found myself lost in your Trystan x Emily stories on so many occasions. It's hard to pick a favorite, but Heavy is Her Heart , The Girl With The Glass, and Turpentine stick out in my mind. You are masterful in conveying emotion, and these fics are perfect examples of that.

Three...

(You see how I cheated here, sort of? lol) I will never be able to look back on 2023 and NOT think of the hijinx of Ethan x Merida, Bryce x Olivia, and Tobias x Casey. They wouldn't have been possible if not for the vision and talent of the incomparable @lilyoffandoms and @storyofmychoices. Sure, "they" were born in the end of 2022, but they grew up in 2023! The way I smile when whenever I see a notification for another story with our babies! I love every single one of their shenanigans, but two that stand out to me were Mystery Unlocked by @storyofmychoices and When Husbands Become Prey by @lilyoffandoms (the way I CACKLED when I saw that title! lol). These six were a highlight of 2023, and I know there is much more to look forward to this year! Love you both, and love our babies!

And four... because I be like that lol

I can't not mention @mydemonsdrivealimo because 2023 was the year of Jensen in my book. And while I loved your works from earlier this year (looking at you Your Love and What I'm Becoming), I have to admit, Halloween owns me... and not jus because of the connection to Noah. lol Your descriptive writing and the way you convey painful emotions are just brilliant.

Thank you to each and every one of you for bringing a smile to our faces or tears to our eyes this year, and thank you for helping the fandom move along! ❤️

@choicesfandomappreciation

#playchoices #choices fandom appreciation #open heart #crimes of passion #writer appreciation

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3rd-siscon-stsg · 7 days ago

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SCREAMING IVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER MULTIPLE TAGS JUST TO FIND U I MISSED U QUEEN HOLY LAWD, this isnt much of a holy place i suppose. its ok^_^

wdym, hun? this is as holy as a place can be!

DSJAKFNDSAJKFNASDJK jk jk. WAHHH thank you so much!! i'm so glad you found my lil blog again hehe.

for future reference: if i ever disappear again and you guys want to find me, chances are i just remade my blog following the series of numbers above. that is, currently this is “3rd-siscon-stsg”, so if i ever remake this blog chances are it'll be “4th-siscon-stsg” and so on. :3

#not blossoming:

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i-fondued · 2 years ago

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret | Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen - The Cleansing Ritual Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags!

A/N: This is another plot heavy chapter but Terzo gets some action this time!! This was already more than 7k for this week and lawd I can't believe I thought I'd be able to jam more than one ritual out at a time y'all.

Full Chapter List - HERE

AO3 Link - HERE

I woke up the next morning cuddled in Swiss’ arms.

I had to stifle a giggle as I wiggled out of his arms, my bladder demanding attention, he had been completely curled around me protectively. His mask had been put to the side, a rare moment of seeing his bare face made me pause. His skin looked impossibly smooth, even with the slight stubble of facial hair, and was relaxed in sleep. His hair had been cut short a few days ago in preparation of the next several nights, his wiry curls framing his face in a way that reminded me of old cherub paintings. His horns were angled back from his face, slightly shorter than I expected. I almost went to touch them but paused, not wanting to wake him, as I slid from the bed and padded over to the bathroom.

When I came back there was a knock at my door and Swiss sat up right away, a low growl reverberating in his chest. I rolled my eyes at the overprotective nature of the ghoul and walked over to my door, opening it slightly to look out at who came to wake me.

“Good morning, Sister. I’m glad to see your ghoul stayed with you as he was told.” Sister Imperator smiled at me, hands on her hip as she gestured to the door. “May we come in? It’s time to get ready.”

“O-oh! Yes please, come in.” I laughed, cheeks flushed as I stepped to the side and let the woman and four other sisters come in. Including Sister Caterina. “Don’t mind Swiss, he’s just grumpy when he first wakes up.”

“Am not…” he grumbled before pulling on his mask before stretching out lazily on the bed, yawning like an overgrown cat. “I resent that.”

“You are a total baby, Swiss.” I teased as I watched the other sisters start to get the room set up for getting me ready for my first ritual.

“Keep it up Sunshine, don’t forget I’m still a ghoul under all this.” He said as he moved to slip out the doors of the room. “I’ll go grab us some breakfast, okay?”

“Thank you, Swiss.” I smiled brightly. “Can you get me some strong tea, with milk?”

“I’d refrain from any dairy, Sister. We wouldn’t want to bloat before the big ritual.” Sister Caterina’s voice was sickly sweet as she smiled at me while she set up the various tools she planned to use to wrestle my hair into a graceful style.

“If you tell me I can, I’m sure I can get away with eating her.” Swiss whispered to me and I had to hide the little smile on my lips.

“Be nice…only a few more days of this and we’ll be able to finally go home.” I snickered, playfully shoving his shoulder. “But I’ll see what I can arrange…”

Swiss laughed, tail swishing playfully as he left me alone with the sisters to find us some breakfast. Imperator came over then, her face was warm as she took my arm and started in the direction of the bath.

“Come, Sister. Let’s get you prepared properly, hm?” She said cheerily as I stepped into the bathroom. One of the nameless sisters had bowed to me as I stepped in and I felt my cheeks flush as she stepped back away from the bath she’d drawn for me. “First a fresh bath, yes? Soaking herbs courtesy of Papa Primo of course.”

I stepped behind the privacy screen that had been set up so I wasn’t just bathing nude with Imperator and the other sisters, though it wouldn’t matter in a few hours when I was expected to be nude in front of the entire congregation even if it was only for a moment. I slipped under the warm, fragrant water before leaning against the back of the tub.

“Mi scusi, Sorella.” One of the Sisters was kneeling at the edge of the tub, eyes downcast as she moved to lather my arm for me.

“O-oh no, I-I can do it myself. Va bene…” I stammered, cheeks flushing bright red as another sister came to my other side to start washing my other side. “Uh, Sister Imperator?!”

“It’s tradition for the most senior members of a Prime Mover’s family to honor her by helping her bathe and dress for her rituals.” Sister Caterina’s voice was like a cheese grater on my brain as she stepped to stand behind my head, I looked back at her with a wary expression. “Since you are not part of a family born into the Church, us Siblings will step into their places. It is considered good luck to tend to a Prime Mover for her ascension. You would dishonor them by dismissing them?”

“I didn’t realize that it was that important, I apologize.” I simmered, angry just under the surface of the polite smile on my face as I offered up my arms to the two women who seemed relieved I’d stopped fighting them.

“No, I don’t imagine you would have had the education in the subject…” Catarina murmured as she began to wash my hair. I bit my lip, not wanting to cause a scene as they prepared my body.

I felt like I had stepped back in time to step into the shoes of a long forgotten queen on her coronation day. The four women including Caterina, washed, primped, polished, and shined my skin and hair. I felt like I was some sort of Disney princess with all the fuss they were having over me. After I’d been scrubbed down, they helped me from the tub into a white robe and helped towel dry my body while Caterina worked on drying my hair with a towel first. While the other women rubbed my body down with fragrant and sacred oils, I sat in the chair at the vanity and watched as they worked on me. I almost fell asleep till Swiss turned back up, leaning on the doorframe with a mug of tea in one hand and a slice of bread with jam in the other.

“Alright ladies, give her a minute to eat something will yah?” he chuckled, watching and clearly entertained by the way the Sisters squirmed under his sharp eye as they scrambled from the room. “Go on, scram.”

“My savior.” I sighed with a weary smile, taking the mug and breathing in the calming scent of earl gray tea before taking a cautious sip. “Thank you, do you know where Copia and Terzo are? I’m surprised they haven’t dropped by yet this morning.”

“Ah, Sister Imperator is keeping with more of the old traditions. She’ll be keeping them away for the next few days. You’ll be secluded away from everyone but your court and me.” Swiss shrugged as I tried not to growl at him.

“I’d love it if more of this was conveyed to me, you know the one becoming Prime Mover.”

“I think she knew you’d throw a fit if you’d known prior to now.”

“So when will I see them again?” My heart ached, longing to have them back in my bed and in my arms. I’d already barely seen them outside of meals since the planning had really begun, now I’d only see them in passing and at our rituals. I felt the tears well in my eyes, already overwhelmed today and I hadn’t even started getting dressed for the ritual yet.

“Sunshine…don’t cry.” Swiss tried soothing me, rubbing my arms and letting his tail curl around my waist. “You’ll see them in a little while, even if it's just for the ritual. Then you’ll see them in two nights for the feast after the Tapestry ceremony; after that it's the Prime Mover ritual and then your honeymoon. Two weeks of uninterrupted bliss…well at least for you three.”

“I just miss them, they’ve been such a constant in my life now for so long…especially after everything in October.” I sighed, eyes downcast as I nibbled on my toast.

“I know, but just a few more days and then there will be nobody to keep you apart. Terzo was ready to kick the door down himself till Secondo dragged him back to his suite to keep the two of them occupied.”

“...and Copia?”

“He seems even more nervous than normal honestly.”

Strangely that brought me comfort and I couldn’t help the small smile that slipped on my face. After I finished my toast Sister Imperator came back, kicking Swiss out to stand guard as they finished preparing me. I tried my best to allow myself to relax as the sisters worked diligently to prepare me, but I had been low maintenance before becoming a sibling and now? I barely worried about my hair or makeup when I knew I’d end up wearing a habit to cover my hair while hiding out in the dusty library. I felt them dusting my eyelashes with the tiniest bit of mascara, a tiny bit of blush to bring color to my cheeks, and a blotting of the softest pink to my lips.

In the mirror I was pleasantly surprised to see myself, I looked almost angelic with the natural makeup tone they had gone with. I could see Caterina murmuring to herself, clearly frustrated as she tried to wrestle my hair into an elegant updo.

“Is there a problem, Sister?” I asked, an innocent look on my face as Imperator came over to see what was going on.

“Your hair is…misbehaving.” She bit out, eyes drifting to Imperator who had a brow arched at her. “My apologies, Sister. I’m not quite sure how to get it into the habit.”

“You’re dismissed Sister Caterina, why don’t you go and get ready yourself? We’ll need you all back here within the hour for the processional.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” She sighed, eyes narrowing at me as she bowed her head to Imperator and left the room.

“Let me see what I can do, hm Sister?” Imperator turned to me, brushing my hair back and away from my face as she twisted it up into a simple french twist, sliding a pin to hold it in place. “This will do, it will be hidden anyways by your dutch cap and hat.”

“Thank you, Sister Imperator.” I smiled, placing my hand on top of hers that was resting on my shoulder.

“Of course, Sweetheart.” Imperator returned my smile and came to sit against the countertop of the vanity. “You know…I remember the day you came to us, how scared you’d been. Now look at you, joining the family…”

“It feels like I just joined the other day,” I laughed. “I can’t believe this is what I’d almost missed out on.”

“How are you feeling? Stressed, worried, excited?”

“I-I think all three, if I’m being honest. It feels like my wedding day.”

“In some ways it is, Sister.” She smiled, taking my hand and squeezing it gently.

“I won’t lie…I had always pictured my family being there when I got married.” I felt tears prickle in my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed again with emotion. “I’d always pictured my mother to help me with my veil and silly things like that…”

“I’m sorry.” Imperator sighed sadly as she wrapped her arms around me to give me a tight hug. “For what it's worth, you’ve become like a daughter to me over the last few months. It brings me great joy to be here to support you in this adventure.”

“T-thank you, Ma’am.”

“We Emertius mates need to stick together.” She laughed as I blushed and sputtered at her. “What did you think I put up with Papa Nihil out of a professional respect for the man?”

…

“Sunshine, are you ready yet?”

“A-almost!” I called back to Swiss as I took in my reflection in the mirror in the master bedroom. “You can come in!”

Swiss stepped in and I was pleasantly surprised to see him dressed in the formal robes of the Papal Guard, complete with small shoulder cape tied on with a golden rope. He let out a low whistle as he took in my outfit, eyes scanning me up and down.

“Wow, you look…you look…” He stumbled around for the words he was looking for, vaguely gesturing to me. “You look like a proper Prime Mover.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” I blanched, feeling the color drain from my face. “I-I can’t change, it's too late…”

I looked at myself in the mirror again, trying to make heads or tales of what Swiss meant. I was dressed in a long, red silk taffeta chemise like gown with a deep scoop neckline. It had large billowing bishop sleeves that settled in the bend of my arms, billowing out from my shoulders and covering my feet even as I walked. The scoop neckline showed off the curve of my breasts as I wore nothing underneath and was borderline exposing myself if I moved too fast. On my head my hair had been tucked into a simple red cap that covered my hair and ears, over that was a massive brimmed black hat with two long loose ribbons that one could use to tie the hat on in theory. Over the hat was a gossamer black silk veil, slightly obscuring my vision as I moved. As for accessories I wore simple red silk slippers and a grucifix rosary wrapped around my wrist.

I felt more like a specter of death than Prime Mover, but the veil had been in the rituals for millenia and I knew better than to refuse it when Imperator showed me the antique fabric.

“Sunshine…you look ethereal.” Swiss soothed me, coming to take my hand as I tried to remove the hat and veil. I slipped my hand back under the veil and rung my hands together anxiously. “You’ve got this. Remember who’s waiting for you at the end of this, right?”

“I know…” I sighed, looking at my ghoul with a small wry smile. “Let’s do this.”

Swiss took my hand again, tucking it into the crux of his arm, as we made our way slowly to the living room of the papal suites. Sister Imperator and the four Sisters of Sin, including Caterina, were waiting for me. Sister Imperator was dressed in an austere black gown, form fitting with a high collar. Instead of normal sleeves it had cape-like sleeves made of lace that fluttered as she moved, she also wore a short black veil that barely dusted her shoulders. It was the first time I’d seen her in anything other than her normal two piece suits. The other Sisters were all dressed in the formal sibling robes, complete with full habit and white collars. They were standing in two lines of two, Sister Imperator directing them about the processional to the chapel.

“Ah, Sister good! I was just about to come and collect you. Everything is set, are you ready?” Imperator smiled warmly as she fussed over my veil one more time, pausing to push a pin into the brimmed hat to hold the silk in place.

“I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be…” I said, voice slightly shy as I tried to allow her to fuss over me.

“Let’s get this show started shall we?” She winked, squeezing my hand before heading over and knocking on the french doors. “We’re ready.”

The doors were opened by a set of Monastery ghouls, dressing in their own formal robes like Swiss. I straightened my spine, swallowing down my anxiety as everyone started to move. I knew this was part of the showmanship of the next five days of the spectacle but I did not expect all the siblings to be gathered at my door. I tried to school my face as Swiss helped me make my way down the crowded hall, but I knew that I was blushing from all the attention and awe on the siblings faces.

On either side of the halls were Siblings and lower ranking ghouls watching as we slowly made our way, the sounds of quiet chanting following us. There was awe written on some of their faces, others looked like they saw a ghost. I could hear whispering and I fought the urge to tug Swiss even closer to me, keeping my eyes downcast to show the image of pious reflection. Realistically I was shitting my pants, or lack thereof, as we glided on the marble floors. The groups of siblings grew bigger and bigger till they were practically shoving each other to get a glance at me as we got closer and closer to the chapel.

“Get a load of that asshole…” Swiss whispered to me, tilting his chin to the side. My eyes followed his line of sight and I saw Veritas and almost stopped dead in my tracks.

It was the first time I saw him dressed in anything but his red cassock. He was wearing a suit similar to what Copia had worn the first night, red and sinfully tight to his body. His long blond hair had been pulled back and french braided, no biretta on his head today. His jaw was practically on the floor, eyes wide in unbridled awe at the sight of me. His eyes were filled with a wild fury as he caught me looking at him, and he stepped back and headed in the direction of the chapel, swallowed up by the crowd as he stepped back.

“I’d hoped he’d stay away but I suppose that's just wishful thinking…” I sighed, squeezing Swiss’ arm tighter to me.

“He’ll stay away if he knows what's good for him.” Swiss growled, I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at him.

I could tell we were almost to the chapel because the crowds that had grown thick started to change from siblings and ghouls to more lower ranking clergy members, all looking on with more reverence than I expected. Many crossing themselves or bowing their heads in prayer like I was a goddess making my way past the hordes of mortals. I watched as Sister Imperator pushed open the doors of the chapel, everyone in the room standing and turning to watch my approach. The entire space was full, not an open seat in the room besides where my court would sit in the very front. Swiss helped me to the very first steps of the altar where there was a small kneeling bench. Holding onto his arm I settled on the bench, head bowed and the view obscured by my hat. I pressed my hands together in prayer, my thoughts drifting as I waited for my queue to move to the altar.

I heard the doors open, the sound of chanting and the organ kicking on behind me, and I felt my pulse skyrocket. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Secondo and Nihil go to sit in their spots and I saw Primo pass by me up the steps. He was dressed in his papal robes and paints, looking every part the Papa he was and I couldn't help the smile that bloomed on my face. The rustling of fabric was clear as day behind me as Copia and Terzo came to kneel on either side of me. Their hands were clasped, heads bowed as they also offered silent prayers to Lucifer. My eyes shifted as I glanced at Copia and Terzo; both of them had their own version of what I was wearing. They were slightly less billowy, more close fitting to the body and the sleeves were long to the wrist and fitted. The most shocking part was neither of them were wearing any paints, their faces bare for the first time in front of the congregation.

The sound of the organ came to a close and the sound of rustling fabric was thunderous around me as the clergy members and lucky few siblings that had been allowed to attend sat down. I peeked through my lashes up at Primo whose arms were open and held wide as he addressed the congregation.

"Today we've gathered for a most auspicious occasion. Today marks the beginning of five days of rituals and reveals to celebrate the most sacred of ascensions, that of a Prime Mover." Primo's voice, normally soft with age, was sharp and commanding as his serious gaze scanned the room. "Once a generation, there is a Sibling of Sin among us who is anointed, who is chosen, whose divine purpose is to serve our flock in the name of Lucifer himself."

My heart was racing, sweat dripping down my spine as Primo spoke. My anxiety was coming on quickly, my hands shaking so much that the grucifix wobbled between my clutched palms.

"Stelina…" Copia whispered, his head looking forward but eyes angled towards me. "Sei bellissima."

"Grazie Cardinale." I whispered back, a small blush and a smile on my face.

"Si Tesoro," Terzo purred quietly as he shifted just barely towards me. "What I would not give to tear that gown from your body…"

"Terzo…" I hissed at him, face now on fire, as I tried not to squirm. "Not right now."

"Sister rise and offer yourself; body, mind, and soul for purification." Primo's voice pulled me back to the present and I looked up as Swiss stepped next to me and offered his arm.

Gratefully, I used him to stand back up under the weight of the enormous silk gown. Swiss helped guide my steps up the marble stairs of the altar, the main dias had been moved and underneath was a large sunken baptism tub. I kept my head bowed, eyes glancing over to see the water waiting for me. There were petals and herbs floating on the surface of the slightly murky waters, the fragrance strong and earthy. I knew Primo had been the one to handpick the herbs and flowers himself, they were from the garden back home at the abbey and a part of me was comforted by the thought of home.

I came to stand next to Primo and, with Swiss' help, knelt on the marble floor as I followed what Secondo and I had worked on leading up to this week. While my knees protested the hard floor I kept my hands pressed together in prayer, grucifix still clenched tightly between my palms. Swiss removed my massive brimmed hat and veil, handing the antique veil to the assisting sibling of sin standing to the side. Once removed I bent over and pressed a soft kiss to the hem of Primo's chasuble. He put his hand on top of my head and mumbled quietly so only Swiss and I could hear him.

"Just like you practiced, Piccola." He winked at me before putting his serious face back on. "Do you offer yourself willingly in service to our dark lord?"

"I do, Papa."

"Do you submit yourself willingly to the call of the flock?"

"I do, Papa."

"Are you ready to wash away the sins and doubts of the past? Are you ready to repent for the transgressions of old and dedicate yourself wholly to Lucifer anew?"

"I am, Papa."

"Then rise, child, and recommit yourself once more."

Primo offered me his hand, helping me to stand and turn to face the large gathering of the congregation. I tried to keep my face passive and relaxed as Swiss pushed the silk off my shoulders. The fabric pooled at my feet as I stood nude before my flock. I slipped my feet from my slippers and stepped out of the gown before the Sister snagged them as well. There was a chill in the air and I had to fight the urge to shiver as I held onto Swiss' outstretched arm and gracefully descended into the sunken tub. I slipped the tight cap from my head, hair spilling forth, and my eyes locked with Terzo and Copia. Both men looked hungry for me and I fought the urge to smile shyly.

Hands together, grucifix rosary clenched in my palms, I sank to my knees as I looked up towards the rafters. The fragrant water sloshed around my collarbones, the temperature thankfully had been warmed and I fought the urge to sink completely in the warmth. Mumbling our most basic prayers as Primo anointed me with oils and chanted in latin, the fellow clergy members echoing him as well. The droning sound made me feel like I had slipped under the water, closing my eyes and feeling my breath coming in short pants.

“Submerge yourself and become one with the fall, Sister.”

That was my queue, I let out all of the breath and slipped under the water for a moment before coming back up for a quick breath. I stood up in the center of the tub, eyes scanning over the crowd as some looked like they saw a ghost and others looked on in awe. I caught the eye of Cardinal Veritas behind the shoulder of Papa Nihil and I had to fight the urge to shudder. His face was open with his lust for my body, eyes heated as he ran them up and down my nude form. Besides him was Sister Caterina who looked like she was sucking on four lemons, face pinched with a sour look. I recentered my mind and looked back to Copia and Terzo kneeling just steps below me.

“Rise anew, Sister, for you have devoted yourself once again.” Primo’s voice was soft as he bowed his head slightly at me, a small proud smile on his face.

I turned away from the crowd, taking Swiss’ outstretched arm as he made sure I wouldn’t slip as I came to stand at the lip of the tub. Swiftly the attending Sister of Sin came over, wrapping me up in a white silk robe, before draping the ancient black veil over my head without the hat. It covered my entire form and I felt like a ghost as Swiss led me back to my kneeling bench between Copia and Terzo, my bare feet freezing on the cold marble. I could see Copia and Terzo better now but I knew better than to speak or move towards them, now was the time to look pious and demure.

"Cardinal rise and offer yourself; body, mind, and soul for purification." Primo’s voice boomed out as he held his hand out for Copia.

Just like he had watched me, I couldn’t help but lock my eyes on him as he moved in the ritual with practiced ease and comfort I don’t think I’d ever be able to reach. Copia gilded with more grace than I thought he’d have with his head tilted downward and a grucifix clutched in his hands much like mine. He too kneeled before Primo, kissing his hem, and agreed to the terms put forward by Primo like I had.

"Do you offer yourself willingly in service to our dark lord?"

"I do, Papa."

"Do you submit yourself willingly to the expectations set upon you for the sake of your familial line? That you will continue your legacy and teach them our ways?"

"I do, Papa."

"Are you ready to wash away the sins and doubts of the past? Are you ready to repent for the transgressions of old and dedicate yourself wholly to Lucifer anew?"

"I am, Papa."

"Then rise, child, and recommit yourself once more."

Just like I had Copia stood and turned towards the congregation with a righteous look on his face, borderline smug as he slipped the neckline off his shoulders and let it pool at his feet. He stood nude and I couldn’t help but squirm slightly and blush as I took in his naked form. His smattering of light brown chest hair that trailed down his soft belly to the thatch of curls neatly trimmed at the base of his cock. I felt my mouth water as I fought the urge to whimper; it had been two weeks since I was curled up in his arms and felt his warmth. I was desperate for him suddenly, I could see Swiss out of the corner of my eye shifting uncomfortably, and I tried to roll it in for his sake.

Copia gracefully slipped into the tub, kneeling and looking up to the rafters as I had while he was anointed with oils. I knew I was supposed to be following along with what Primo was saying, calling out in response to his words, but I was taking in the sight of Copia in his element. He looked at ease, like this was all he wanted to ever do in life and I had to bite the inside of my lip to prevent the smile that threatened to break out. I watched as he sank under the water just as I had, coming back up and locking eyes with me. He gave me a small smile as he stood again, scanning the flock like I had.

“Rise anew, Cardinal, for you have devoted yourself once again.”

Much like I had been ushered along, Copia came out of the tub and was immediately wrapped up in a silk white robe and with clasped hands came back over to kneel next to me. I watched from the corner of my eye as Terzo stood with no prompting from Primo, this was where things would get interesting. Never before had a ruling Papa had his ceremonies presided over by his brothers till Terzo; things had to be adapted slightly. Terzo walked with purpose, his head held high, as he came up the steps with his hands holding onto his grucifix rosary. Like Copia and I before him he knelt and kissed the hem of Primo’s chasuble, but he stood without the same exchange that we had. Instead there had been a new exchange written for him.

“Papa Emeritus the Third, do you offer yourself..body, mind, and soul for purification in the name of your mates?" Primo asked, Terzo bowed his head so Primo could place his hand on top of his head while he was standing.

“I do, Papa Emeritus the First.”

"Do you offer your protection in the name of Lucifer, as his earthly vessel, to your lovers?"

"I do, Papa Emeritus the First."

"Do you submit yourself willingly to the expectations set upon you for the sake of your familial line? That you will continue your legacy and teach them our ways?"

"I do, Papa Emeritus the First."

"Are you ready to wash away the sins and doubts of the past? Are you ready to repent for the transgressions of old and dedicate yourself wholly to Lucifer anew?"

"I am, Papa Emeritus the First."

"Go forth, Papa Emeritus the Third, and sink into the fall."

Terzo, with much more flare than Copia or I, slipped the robe from his shoulders and much as before with Copia I couldn’t help my body reacting to his nude form. Though shorter than his brothers and Copia, Terzo carried himself with the confidence of the tallest man in the room. His chest hair was darker than Copia but followed the same path as the other man, my mouth almost watering at the sight of his cock half hard. I knew Terzo wouldn’t have an issue being nude in front of his congregation and I couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on my cheeks as I watched him submerged to his knees much as I had before him. He winked at me before he looked up to the rafters, again the congregation spoke in muttered prayer as I watched the man in front of me with an almost ethereal glow. His eyes slid close as his face turned up towards the sky filled with bliss as the anointing oils were poured over his skin before he too sunk under the surface. When he came back up I could have sworn his white iris was glowing for a moment before he stood, nude and filled with a righteous look of power.

“Rise anew, Papa emeritus the Third, for you have devoted yourself once again.”

Terzo came out of the tub, water dripping down his back twinkling in the candlelight of the church, and was wrapped in a white silk robe. However unlike Copia and I, Terzo knelt before Primo as he took Terzo’s Papal mitre and placed it upon his dripping hair. Primo’s hands rested on Terzo's shoulder as he rested his own forehead against his youngest brother’s as words were exchanged between the pair in hushed tones. Papal secrets that the rest of us were not privy to. After a moment, they exchanged kisses on either cheek and Terzo stood, turning back to the waiting crowd. Bowing to everyone, like the showman he always was, he came down to kneel with us again before Primo followed.

“May Lucifer himself smile upon you three on this most auspicious of weeks.” Primo nodded before coming down from the altar to dip his fingers into a small clay pot of thick red liquid. I had a feeling I knew what it was but I didn’t question it as he came to me first, Swiss lifting my heavy and long veil so Primo could trace a crude grucifix on my forehead. “Go in peace Sister. Sequester yourself with your court for the day, si?”

“Yes, Papa. As above, so below.” I bowed to him, eyes locked on the floor as I waited for my turn to stand and follow the processional from the space.

“Go in peace, Cardinal.” Primo repeated the process of the grucifix on Copia’s forehead.

“Come sopra, così sotto.” Copia responded much like I had, head bowed forward as he pressed a kiss to his grucifix.

“Lead the flock in peace, Papa Emeritus the Third.” Primo’s voice was thick with some unspoken emotion as he traced the grucifix again on Terzo’s forehead.

“Come sopra, così sotto; Papa Primo.” Terzo winked at his eldest brother, clearly at his threshold for serious time, and I had to fight the urge to giggle.

As Primo moved to the side, it was my queue to start the long slow walk back to my rooms. Swiss once again helped me to my feet, which were still bare, and we lined up behind my court. This time there was a Brother of Blasphemy in the lead and then Sister Imperator, the Brother was waving a thurible back and forth while chanting in latin. I let my eyes look back at Copia and Terzo who both had longing looks and I had to fight the urge to reach back at them, Swiss tugging me along as he leaned in close to whisper in my veil covered ear.

“If you swear to be a good girl, I’ll sneak one of them in tonight.”

“W-what?” I looked at him like he had four heads before remembering where I was and looking back to the floor that I hoped looked pious enough. “Are you serious, swiss?”

“Of course.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do, Sunshine. You also love them and I can feel how much you miss them. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you so much, I could cry.” I mumbled, tears already prickling the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t cry or thank me yet, who knows if I’ll have to break you horndogs apart.”

…

The day seemed to drag by after the ritual.

I got back to my room and was literally locked in by Sister Imperator. Literally. I could hear the chain they put around the handels.

“Oh it's an old tradition to prevent the ascending Prime Mover from being snatched or running away, not that we think that will be you Dear! I feel this is more to keep Papa and Cardinal Copia away.” She laughed on the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes and walked away, Swiss hot on my heels.

My court had also had the opportunity to be locked in but I had insisted that they go about their day, knowing what it was like to be a sibling with loads of work to catch up on. Caterina disappeared without a second glance, the other had thanked me profusely in broken English and I tried to speak back in my imperfect Italian. Now it was just Swiss and I for the rest of the day.

“Okay so what are we going to do, Sunshine?” He teased as I picked out a pair of Copia’s tracksuit pants from his wardrobe and a plain white undershirt of Terzo’s; both of the articles of clothing smelled like them and my heart clenched as I thought of them.

“I’m going to take a shower to wash the oils from my hair, wear my comfy clothes, and curl up with a good book.”

“But thats boring…” Swiss whined, pouting as his tail swished back and forth with irritation. “We have all day, there has to be something more exciting to do.”

“Swiss…we don’t even have a TV in the room. What else are we supposed to do?” I laughed, stepping into the bathroom and he followed me. Nimbly the ghoul sat on the counter, perched like a gargoyle.

“I dunno, go and bug someone?”

“Swiss, I’m literally chained up in here. It’s fine, you don’t have to stay with me, I’m happy to read and take a nap.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Positive, you’ll end up driving me nuts at this rate.”

“Alright Sunshine, I’ll grab you some food and be back later.” Swiss smiled cheerily, coking to press a kiss to my forehead before disappearing into an inky black pool.

True to my word, I showered and dressed in the boys clothes. Enveloped in their scent, I curled up in the bed, the window curtains open to look out at the sunny winter landscape of the Monastery grounds. I read my book, the crackling of the fireplace my only company. My stomach growled and I knew it was time to poke around in the kitchen. I hummed a tune to myself as I made my way down the long hallway to the ensuite kitchen when a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist and yanked me into a little alcove, shoving me against the wall. I started to panic and thrash against my would be attacker at first before they spoke.

“Cara mia,” Terzo’s voice was tight as he pressed his hips against mine, cock obviously hard as he ground against me. “Oh how I have missed you Bella.”

I gasped and he captured my lips with his own, tongue snaking into my mouth as I whimpered into his. His hands moved from my waist to hold my head as he rocked against me, pressing me into the wall so I couldn’t escape even if I wanted too. Lucifer only knew running away from this man was the last thing on my mind.

“Terzo.” I whined as his lips left a wet trail of kisses from my jaw down my neck. “I-I’ve missed you too. You and Copia.”

“Mh, Si Tesoro. I know.” He murmured, pulling back to rest his forehead on mine. “I see you have stolen something from me…”

“Borrowed. I borrowed it till you’re here with me.” I blushed as he teased my sensitive skin under the hem of his undershirt.

“I am here now, Sorella.”

“You are.”

“You were wonderful today.” He purred, pressing more hot kisses to my jaw and neck, my arms clung to him like a life raft as we ground against each other, heat pooling in my belly. “You looked magnifica, a proper Prime Mover.”

“You looked every part of Papa yourself, you know.” I teased, fingers trailing to tangle into the long pieces at the base of his hairline.

“Enough talking, we only have a few stolen moments before your ghoul comes back for me.” Terzo mumbled between kisses to my lips.

Terzo’s hands slipped down to curl around my ass and, in one smooth move, he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped, surprised at his movements, into our kiss as he rocked against me; his cock now grinding against my core through Copia’s tracksuit pants. He growled at me, pushing me back against the wall firmly, and I moaned as my arms wrapped around his neck tightly. We writhed against each other and I felt one of Terzo’s hands tease the waistband of my trousers and suddenly I was panting into his mouth at the feeling of his bare fingertips along my lower stomach.

“Terzo..we can’t.” I whimpered as he rolled his hips into my core again.

“Fuck Imperator and her rules.” He growled. “You are mine, Tesoro. I do not like being denied what is mine…”

“Terzo…” I gasped, his hand on my ass holding me up slipped forward slightly and he was able to press against my core with his fingers.

“Do you not long for me to touch you, Sorella?” He crooned in my ear, our chests pressed tightly together as I shuttered against him. “Do you not long for me to bring you to the precipice, hm?”

“I-I…” I stuttered, revealing the feeling of his bare hands being possessive on my skin in ways that I was sure would bruise if we weren’t careful.

“Well Sister?” Terzo's voice sharp and impatient.

Before I could even respond there was a low growl as Swiss stepped next to us. I groaned, forehead thumping on Terzo’s shoulder. My cunt clenched tightly at the idea of going another night without being fucked within an inch of my life.

“Move along, Papa. You know the deal…” Swiss growled and Terzo’s white eye sparkled menacingly as he turned to the ghoul.

“I want you to know, when I am on my honeymoon I am going to make sure Sorella can’t form coherent thoughts beyond how much she needs my touch.” He snapped at the ghoul, eyes blazing, even with his cock straining against his trousers and my core as he helped to settle me on my feet. “I am going to make sure wherever you are, you will be in the worst heat of your young earthside life, Multi Ghoul. So much so you will be begging me to take you like I take her, hm?”

“T-Terzo!?” I sputtered, face inflamed, as I tried to separate the two. “C-can you not talk about our sex life?”

The both ignored me in favor of posturing in the direction of the other, snide smirks and hooded glares.

“I’m betting on it, Papa.” Swis teased, his tail flicking out to just barely graze against Terzo’s obvious bulge. My face was on fire but I’d be lying if lust and heat wasn’t pooling my my belly as I watched them interact.

“I’m going to go take a shower, Terzo, please send my affections to Copia. Swiss, you should take Terzo back before someone finds him here right?” I chuckled awkwardly as I looked back and forth between them. “Boys?”

That seemed to break the spell, both taking a slight step back from the other and deflating slightly. Swiss looked almost taken aback from his reaction to Terzo and for his part Terzo looked at least a little ashamed to have let himself get carried away.

“No need, Swiss. Omega will take me back.” Terzo flustered, cheeks slightly red as Omega stepped from the shadows like Swiss had. Terzo winked at me, leaning to press a soft kiss to my cheek before vanishing with his ghoul.

“Didn’t you already take a shower, Sunshine?” Swiss asked, suddenly confused as if there was a spell that was suddenly broken.

“I-I need another one!” I squealed, face red as I darted back to my room, shutting the bathroom door in the ghouls face.

“Sunshine?”

“I just need ten minutes!” I shrieked back, flustered as I headed into to draw a bath and prayed I’d be able to relax for a while alone.

“What is your prob-oh. Oh.” Swiss seemed to finally understand before bursting out laughing. “Alright, Sunshine I got you. I’ll come see you later.”

“Please just go away.” I whined as he laughed, the sound leading away from my door as I slipped the clothes over my head and sunk right into the water. Eyes closed and fingers ready to relieve the tight coil in my belly after watching Terzo and Swiss fight over me.

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