#this is the consequence of writing a breeding kink today

[syoddeye]

after price finds out how many siblings you have, he lies awake at night thinking about how many kids you could feasibly have

[hobis-hope95]

Blessed by the Gods

fancast!Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

Summary: You, the only daughter of Amos Bracken, had just been offered away in marriage to a man much older than you, and in the hopes of having some peace and quiet for you to express your anguish towards the Gods that allowed this, you go to a place you found a couple months ago - a beautiful clearing with flowers scattered around and a weirwood tree in the middle. You knew it was risky, as you'd seen him there before, but in a moment of distraction Benjicot Blackwood found you and now you must suffer the consequences.

Warnings: 18+, enemies to lovers, a little fluf (veeery little), kinda dom x sub, swearing, hunting (it's basicaly it but I don't know if there's another term for it, when you read you'll know), smut, porn with (very) little plot, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, praising kink.

Authors note: Heyy, so this is my very first time posting something I wrote (I do write a lot but mostly I get stuck and end up not finishing it) because I'm OBCESSED with Kieran Burton since I saw him in the goddamn teaser, plus I've been reading plenty of fanfics of him and two of them particularly inspired me for this (I'm sorry, I don't remember the names or the authors to tag them). Last but not least, English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

You should hate him. You should’ve never been in that place, for you knew it was Blackwood territory, and should’ve heard him getting closer before. But you didn’t. You knew he went there frequently and if he saw you in the golden dress you wore in that particular place, he would definitely tell you to go back to your lands, but not without some provocation first. But that weirwood tree was so beautiful even if hidden in the middle of the woods, the flowers that bloom around it were so unique that you had to go there and admire them in a way to flee from the confinements of Stone Hedge. Or you told yourself that this was the reason you went there.

You found it the first time by accident. You had got lost in the woods, no track of a clearing nearby for you to situate yourself, when you saw the red leaves and decided to get near, for you knew that the weirwood roots extended long through the floor – making itself exclusive for a few yards in its radium – and you would be able to see the sky without the treetops being on your way. When you got there, though, the place was so gorgeous you could not leave right away.

After that, you tried to memorize as much of the path you could and return to that same place for moments of peace. That was until one day you heard footsteps – of one person it seemed – and you hushed to hide away. Moments later, hidden behind some bushes, you saw when no other than Benjicot Blackwood appeared through another end of the clearing where, you didn’t notice before, had a small trail that probably led straight to Raventree Hall.

Bloody Ben. Lord Blackwood. Lord of the house you were supposed to hate, and yet you found him so extremely gorgeous. You’d saw him only a few times. On Riverrun where your families sometimes were called by their Paramount Lord or near the stream that divided their lands, often arguing with your cousin in the company of a few others of his House and a few times you ended up being the victim, getting back home after slapping him across his face with his obscene remarks or just leaving after outsmarting the man – for the second you took much pride in.

On some of the times you’d been on the clearing you ended up having to hide when hearing his footsteps and waiting for him to leave before you could move. He’d mostly sit in one of the roots of the old tree and do whatever he felt like doing at the moment. You’d seen him reading, cleaning his sword, crafting some arrows and doing nothing at all, but he always stayed for about two hours before finally leaving.

Today however, probably because you were stressed with the news of your arranged marriage, you didn’t hear him getting close. When he saw your dress, the colour of your house shining through the rays of sunshine, a smirk crept in his face with the ideas he had in mind.

He knew it was wrong, hideous, the idea of wanting anything that came with the red stallion in a golden shield, your House’s coat of arms. He knew that from any woman he could want, you should not be a possibility. But with your hair that finished around your hips and a face that looked like a gift from the Gods, allied with your wits and challenging manner, he could not lie to himself that more than once he woke up in the middle of the night hot and bothered after a much-detailed dream about you – and eventually would handle his hardness with the thought of defiling you and making you his.

What he didn’t know, and you tried to deny it as much as you could, was that you also had conflicting thoughts about him. Since the first time you’d saw him in Riverrun, his face showing a mischievous glow with a smirk on his lips as your family entered the room, you fought with your own body as your heart raced and your cheeks burned in his presence. You hated the way he mocked your cousin and told you the lousiest of things, his lascivious expression making you hot and bothered as well, and you hated that every time you saw him, you knew that at the end of the day you would toss and turn for hours trying to erase his face from your mind.

You told yourself it was just because he was the only one who didn't walk on eggshells when talking to you – or anyone for that matter – and because you liked the challenge, but deep down you knew that your feelings for him were far from hatred, and the idea of trying to find out the true meaning of them scared you.

“Gods, have I done anything to anger you so that I’m faded to marry Forrester Frey? I would do anything, please!” You asked to the faced weirwood tree, knowing you’d have no answer but desperate enough to look like a crazy woman who talks to a tree by yourself. What you did not know was that someone did hear you.

Benjicot took his blade from his waist, taking extra care to not be heard, and when he got close enough to you, he acted quickly, one arm holding your body – your arms entrapped – and the one with the blade stopping on your neck.

“My, my, look what we have in here, a lost Bracken broodmare, far away from home” Her breath got caught up on her throat with the feeling of the cold blade on her skin and her heart jumped on her chest with his body pressed against her back and his voice so close to her ear “Good thing that I found you before any other predator did, huh?”

“Let me go, please!!” You pleaded, pure panic spilling from your voice, and Benji almost moaned – he had no idea that having you pressed against his body in panic would arouse him that much “Oh no, my darling, I could not do such a thing. You just committed a crime, you see, for you are far away from your father’s lands and what fair lord would I be if I do not punish criminals like you?”

“Please, I’ll vanish from your sight in less than a minute and no one will know about this, okay? Just please, let me go!!” Your eyes were burning with unshed tears with the thought of the possible punishment he had in mind, and you didn’t stay still, moving your body in an attempt to free yourself from him even if useless, as he was taller and way stronger.

“No, no, no, my darling, I could not possibly do that, your Bracken lord can play blind on your actions, but I am a serious ruler and punish all criminals as their crimes demand” He tightened his grip on your body, his fingers pressing harder against the clothed skin of your waist, and as he continually pressed on you, a warm feeling cursed through you until it reached in between your thighs “But what punishment would be enough? Thieves, who take things that don't belong to them, have their hands cut off. Murderers, who take lives that do not belong to them, pay with their own lives. Now you, who committed invasion of lands that don’t belong to you, what could I possibly do to punish you correctly?”

Once again you pleaded, ‘please’ sounding like a repeated prayer on your lips as he inhaled the sweet smell of your hair “I could not invade your father’s lands, or I would be committing a crime of my own” He stated as if he did not listen to your pleads and when he spoke again, his voice was huskier and low like a whisper “But I could invade your territory myself”

You hated yourself for how your body reacted to his words, your thighs squeezing together when you felt the heat on your lower belly grow, and hated even more that a side of you wanted him to go ahead with his threat full of mischievous intentions. Him, on the other hand, was more than pleased to hold you that way, his front fully in contact against your behind and his groin pressed against your back.

“Please, Benjicot, lord Blackwood, please” You repeated and started struggling even more when you felt his hard cock pressed against your back, trying to move away “Please, please! What, my lady, do you want me to do?” He mocked, repeating what you said in a higher pitch, as his hand with the knife left your throat and went to your hip “You want me to be gentle?”

Another wave of heat made you close your eyes for a second, a hard sigh leaving your lips and you didn’t answer. He laughed when he heard you “This is supposed to be a punishment, but I’ll make an exception if you behave” He said, his breath hot against your ear as the hand on your hip went further down and grabbed the skirt of your dress, pulling it up.

Your neck now free from the threat of his blade, an idea came to your mind. You were not sure if it would work, but it was your only hope, so you took it. Bending your head forward to gain some impulse, you took a deep breath – bracing yourself for the upcoming pain – and shook your head back with all your strength, hitting his head on the side.

Benjicot, surprised with what had just happened and with his head pulsating, faltered his grip on you long enough for you to get rid of his arm around you and start running, your head spinning and your vision still blurry from the blow. You felt and heard when the skirt of your dress ripped, before the other man’s hand lost its grip on the fabric, but you didn’t turn around to check the damage.

With your vision still recovering and the pulsing pain in your head, you headed to the woods, still not sure if you followed the right path, only caring about getting as far of him as possible. Benjicot, on the other hand, quickly recovered from the dizziness, the pain easily subsiding, and he growled before following you, euphoric and feeling his blood rush through his body straight to his cock with the expectation of hunting you down.

You ran as fast as you could, your breathing burning in your lungs and your legs aching, and tried to dodge the trees and bushes in your way. Even with all your efforts, you heard his steps and breathing not that far away, and fear crept inside you, being the one thing that prevented you from collapsing in that moment.

He knew those woods like his own chambers – losing track of how many times he went there to hunt, explore, have a moment of peace or take out his anger on the trees – and he had the advantage of being taller than you, his muscles trained for endurance in the battlefields, so even if you ran with all your strength, it would still be easy enough for him to reach you.

“Bracken!! Do not think you can run away from your punishment, you’re still on my lands” Your step became unsteady when his voice seemed closer than you imagined and after tripping over a tree root, you couldn't keep your balance, ending up falling with your body and arms protecting you from ending face first into the grass.

As you were turning to place your hands on the ground and help you stand, you heard a twig cracking right behind you and soon enough his voice made you turn your head “Poor mare, doesn’t know her way home, but don’t worry, I’ll show you when I finish your punishment if you want”

You tried to turn yourself so you could stand back up, but before you could do anything, he caught your ankle and pulled you closer, turning you to face him “No, no my darling, you’re not escaping me again, now come here, the quicker it starts, the quicker it finishes, if you want... or you could just enjoy it”

“No, no, no!!” You repeated like a prayer and when he positioned himself between your legs, you started to punch and scratch at his chest, face and arms “Calm down, I think I was mistaken, for you are not a mare but a kitten, but no need to show your claws. I know I said that I would be gentle if you behaved and you didn’t, but I do have a soft spot for beautiful girls like you”

Quickly enough, as if your efforts meant nothing, Benjicot grabbed both your wrists and held them above your head, leaning his body closer to yours – his groin pressing against the middle of your thighs and his mouth just a few inches away, his breath hitting your face.

“You know what surprised me about your behaviour just now?” He asked, looking at your eyes, before he kissed your jaw and a hand went to your ankle “Because every time I see you, be in the Tully’s assize or the boundary, you are always looking at me so needy that makes me want to fuck you right there”

He left open-mouthed kisses through your neck as you felt the hairs on your nape stand and his hand began to move up your leg through the fabric of your dress “So why now are you pretending you do not want this?” He moved his hips forward, his hardness pressing against your clothed folds, and you didn’t have the strength to hold a moan.

“Be-because I don’t! You Blackwoods are just so ugly that I’m surprised to see something like that in the middle of a crowd” You spat, trying to regain some of your pride, but he chuckled, lifting his head with a smirk.

“Act all you can, kitten, but that moan just annulled everything you said, you know” His hand now was in your inner thigh and as he stopped talking, his calloused fingers went straight to your folds. You bit the inside of your cheeks to hold your voice and furrowed your brows, but he still looked almost amused at your efforts.

“Fuck you” You twisted in his grip but could not move enough to escape his touch and he took the chance to move his index finger through your folds, watching as you closed your eyes and your hips grounded into his touch “Oh, my lady, deny it as much as you want, but your body will remain true to its desires”

His smirk grew wider, his tongue sliding through his teeth, as his thumb found your clit and he watched in pleasure as you clenched your jaw and your legs opened wider for him. He circled your bundle of nerves with his thumb while his middle finger slid down your folds, reaching your entrance, and didn’t waste the opportunity to shove his finger inside you to the point where only his last knuckle was visible outside.

You moaned loudly, having been caught off guard, and your walls tightened around his finger “Fuck, you’re so tight, it’ll feel delicious around my cock” Benjicot started moving his finger, almost completely withdrawing before plunging it back inside, while still rubbing his thumb through your clit, and soon enough you were a mess, your thoughts fogged with the pleasure his hand was giving you.

You didn’t even notice when his hand let go of your wrists, too caught up on the feeling of his finger inside you and his pace growing faster by the second, as you fought against the undeniable pleasure you were feeling, and when he curled up his digit inside you, the thin string of pride you hung yourself by collapsed, giving in to the urge of your feelings and enjoy as he claimed you.

“M-more, please” You whispered, completely giving in to the ache of your heart. That was why you could not stray your eyes from him at every assize, that was why you would walk too close to the boundary and why you would come all the way from Stone Hedge to that specific clearing with that specific weirwood tree.

Your heart wanted him and there was no denying it, not anymore, not when his middle finger curled inside you so deliciously that made you see stars through your eyelids and not when you caught a glimpse of him and he looked at you like a starved man “Say again, kitten? I didn’t hear you” He teased, thinking you had yet again tried to deny your wishes.

“More, please, Benjicot” You said before you moaned again, your eyes fully opening now with your brows furrowed in pleasure, and for a second he wished he had a portrait painted of you like this. He pushed another finger inside, his pace now relentless with his cock throbbing through his breeches, and with his free hand he grasped the front of your dress, tearing the fabric to expose your full breasts.

“Stopped putting up a fight now, kitten? But this is not a treat, this is a punishment” He said as he curled both his fingers inside you once again before completely withdrawing from your wet cunt. He lifted the fingers that were on you seconds ago and looked at them, making a disapproving sound with his tongue “Just look at that, look at the mess you made on my fingers, huh?”

He tapped at your lower lip with his wet fingers, the smell of yourself arousing you even more “Now be a good girl and open up” And you did as he said. You closed your lips around his fingers as you felt them press at your tongue and moaned as you tasted yourself “Clean them”

You ignored the smug smirk on his lips, knowing he was enjoying bossing you around more than anything, and hollowed your cheeks sucking on his calloused digits. Now it was his turn to let out a pleased groan and when you looked at his eyes his pupils were blown, his irises darker, what almost made you moan on his fingers again.

“I’ve heard you back there by the weirwood tree, your cunt of a father wants to sell you to that old Frey?” Benjicot retreated his fingers from your mouth and ran them down your chin, your saliva running through your skin as he slowly traced a way through your neck and collarbones until he reached one of your breasts, both his digits circling your already pointy nipple as he watched your velvety skin under his touch, his smirk had gone away from his face “That old dog deserves not even a piece of you”

You felt your heart skip a beat with his words, trying not to conclude anything for he had not confirmed yet “But soon enough he won’t be a problem, don’t worry kitten” He twisted your nipple between his index and thumb, trying to calm down his anger with the thought of Forrester Frey being anywhere near you, before you asked “How?”

“Because after I finish with your punishment, no man will take you as their wife” He pinched your nipple and you moaned again, the threat mixed with his ministrations and the dark expression in his face being almost too much.

The Blackwood lord moved his other hand to the laces of his breeches, undoing them while still stimulating your breast, and your breath hitched on your throat as you looked down, fixed on his slender fingers dealing with the strings, seeing as it became loose around his hips before he had to let go of your breast to get rid of the fabric that covered his lower part.

As he took off his breeches he came back to his position between your legs, your thighs on top of his, and his smirk placed itself back on his face as he watched your eyes widen with the sight of his bare hard cock.

“You’re- this is-, you are so big” You let out, shock and want on your face as he pushed your dress up, revealing your glistening cunt to him “I know, kitten, but do not worry, it will fit” You lifted your gaze from his hips to his eyes, finding him already staring back at you, and all you could think was that you wanted him more than anything in the world.

He placed both hands on your hips, bringing you closer, and grabbed him in his hand to slide through your folds, collecting as much of your juices as he could. He wanted you, desperately, he wanted to completely fill you with his length and fuck you mercilessly until all he heard was your screams of pleasure, he wanted to ruin you to any other man and to have only you for the rest of his fucking life.

And so, with the promise of punishing you in his head, he shoved his cock all the way inside you in one thrust, leaving you gasping, your mouth opened and your eyes closed, the stretch and pain of your first time almost bringing you to tears. He had never experienced something like this before – as his previous experiences had been with whores – and didn’t even dare to move, your cunt gripping him so tightly he thought that if he moved at that moment he would cum on the spot.

As he noticed your eyes closed, he pinched your nipple “Open your eyes, kitten, I want to look at your beautiful eyes” You sighed before opening them and when you did, he noticed the tears you tried not to spill. That made something snap inside him, breaking all the will he had to hurt and punish you, and he bended down to meet your face, his breath on your face and his eyes on your lips.

“As soon as I saw you there, next to the weirwood tree, all I wanted to do was to hurt you, make you regret stepping on Blackwood territory on that golden dress of yours, but it’s rather difficult to focus with that pretty face” One of his forearms was keeping him steady as his free hand came to your breasts, the feeling of your soft skin on his calloused fingers almost making him moan “Go on, tell me how you hate me, fight me, tell me how you are disgusted by me, so I can focus on punishing you”

A moan. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but all you could do was moan and it went straight to his cock, throbbing inside your warm and tight walls, still not moving. As he glanced up, he met your teary eyes and opened mouth in an erotic portrait, he growled as he let go of the rest of his resistance and crashed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. As your mouth was already agape when he did it, his tongue easily slipped inside and found yours, and you reached for the back of his head, your fingers curling on his black hair.

As he kissed you hungrily, he started moving, his cock almost leaving you entirely before pushing himself back inside, and the sensation of being full of him was so good that you could not control your moans. As he felt the vibrations coming from your mouth, Benjicot squeezed your breast hard and you were sure that would leave a mark – but you couldn’t care less.

As his pace grew a little faster, the pure pleasure replacing the pain of the stretch each time his hips met yours, he let go of your lips, glaring at your face with the squirms and sighs you let out. Even if his dreams were vivid, nothing would compare to having you like this – a mess of fabric, hair and red bruised lips – at the moment, the feeling of your walls always so tight around him and your soft skin on his hand made him grunt.

Your eyes went to his on that exact moment and you could swear that your walls squeezed around him at the sound. He placed his face on the crook of your neck as he started biting and placing kisses to the skin as a way to mark you, and started going down through your collarbone to the front of your chest before placing his lips to the nipple that wasn’t being stimulated.

The wet noises of skin slapping against skin and the feeling of both your nipples being teased made your eyes roll back in pleasure and now you didn’t even try to muffle your sounds anymore “Such a noisy kitten, taking me so well” He praised, lifting his head from your chest, and held your hips with both his hands, so strong that you now worried that you’d get bruises all over your body “You should be mine and not that Frey cunt”

With his firm grip on your hips, he pressed deeper into you, your back arching from the ground and trying to keep up with his movements “Please... Benji” Two of the only three words that you could pronounce at the moment – the third one being more – too caught up with pleasure to form a coherent phrase, and Benji laughed at that, full of pride for making the so beautiful and correct daughter of Amos Bracken look like a common whore “Do you want to be mine, kitten? Mine to fuck and use as I please?”

His words aroused you even more, his hoarse voice sending waves of heat straight to your cunt, and you tried to nod your head in affirmation, because that seemed like the only thing you could do at the moment “Use your words, kitten, I know you can do it” He moved one of his hands so he could brush past your clit and that made you gasp.

“Y-yes please, I want you, I want you Benji” As she nearly screamed, the man felt satisfied, his hunger for you only getting bigger with the way you moved your hips in time with his, your face making the most erotic expressions as your moans and repeated words sounded like an exclusive prayer for him.

“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, fill you with my seed so much you’ll be leaking for days, so your bloody father won’t have an excuse but to marry you to me” He grunted in between his words, moving faster and deeper as he assaulted your clit, and you started feeling a knot form inside of you, the pleasure becoming almost too much “Please, please” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, but only wanting this to never end.

“Yeah? Do you want to be my wife? To have your Bracken womb filled with Blackwood children? Your cunt to be used by a Blackwood cock? Is that what you want?” He leaned in, one of his hand still giving you pleasure, his head once again going to the crook of your neck as he grasped at your thigh, squeezing the flesh as he moved you so you could wrap your leg around his waist, and he heard you when you weakly repeated “Yesyesyes”

“So I’ll make sure you get until the last drop of my seed to, soon enough, you be swelling with my babe” He whispered into your ear as he pressed further to your clit and his pace soon enough was so fast you thought he would break you. Your moans got louder as you wrapped both your legs around his waist, the knot on your lower abdomen about to snap, and he looked at you before whispering “Go on, cum for me, kitten”

And that’s when it happened. The knot snapped within you as you flooded with pleasure, your whole body spasming as your walls grew impossibly tighter around him, milking him, and with just a few more thrusts he shoved himself as deep as he could inside you before he shot his load straight to your core, coating your womb. As he started coming down from his high, he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss and let most of his weight on top of you, which you didn’t care as his warmth and his skin on yours was all you wanted at the moment.

You let out a dissatisfied grunt as he removed his softening cock from your cunt, some of his seed spilling from you, and lied to your side, pulling you to his embrace “Did you really mean it? Marrying me?”

“Yes” You said, the warmth spreading across your face “Well, you filled me with your seed and the possibility of me getting pregnant is almost certain now. Marrying you is the right thing to do” You tried to be cautious with your words, but for the love of the Gods, he had just fucked you in the middle of the woods, caution was one thing you had abandoned long ago “Okay, I admit that since I first saw you in the assize I haven’t been able to remove you from my thoughts and I dreaded the day that the news of your possible engagement would come.”

You took a breath before finishing “We have nothing to do with each other, our families fucking hate one another, but every time I got inside Riverrun fortress, I hoped you’d be there” You said, absently moving your fingers through the skin of his chest, but did not dare to meet his gaze, for you were now as embarrassed as you could be.

“I am glad to hear that, for I have almost the exact same feelings as you. I ached for being able to get closer to you at the assize and to kiss you when I saw you standing next to the boundary. I almost went to Kermit Tully to ask him to propose a betrothal between us” He answered, his hand on the back of your head caressing through your hair. You lifted your head from his chest, his words making your heart flutter, and he leaned his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss, both your and his feelings pouring down into each other.

“But I must stop you from going straight to my father, for he would kill you before you would be able to ask to see him” One of your hands went to his cheek as you parted to breathe, only now noticing you left nail marks there, and stroke his skin.

“Oh, I do know that, for I would never take you back to Stone Hedge with your dress like this” He laughed when he saw your eyes widen at his words, remembering now of the tore skirt and bust of your dress, and quickly added “I’ll give you my cloak and we’ll go to Raventree Hall for you to change, after that we’ll go straight to Riverrun and ask Lord Tully to bless our union, for your father would never go against an order of his Lord Paramount”

“That sounds like a solid plan, not that bad for a Blackwood” You teased and he smirked “And you were not that bad for a Bracken” You gasped in false shock at his words, lightly slapping his shoulder, and he laughed “It will surely be good to have you as my wife, a good way to keep things interesting”

“I hope so, you Blackwoods are not usually that fun though” You bit your lower lip as you’d seen him arch his brows “Well, it depends on what fun you’re talking about, because at least in one kind of ‘fun’ I exceed expectations and you just proved it right”

"Shut up!" You exclaimed and he turned you again before kissing you.

“Don’t need to ask twice, my lady” He said and you kissed him again.

It could have not been the way you expected it to go, but one thing you could say: the Gods did grant you a way to free yourself from a marriage with someone twice your age, still uniting two people together, in hopes of a prosperous – and maybe more peaceful – future ahead.

So that's it! As I wrote it mainly for the smut part (oh god, what a good first impression) the plot part may be a little off, I'm sorry. Please, feel free to leave a note if you guys liked it and maybe soon I post another, a series this time.

[astrophileous]

HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

[flowerandblood]

The Fall from the Heavens (18)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: semi-public sex, sex content, breeding kink, smut, angst, dirty talk, anxiety ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He could not believe it, but yet, after so many years, he spoke the words of his vow in front of the woman who, when he was a child, he thought would always be by his side. Watching her in Helaena's golden gown, the colour of which so wonderfully emphasised the darkness of her hair and eyebrows, her pale, soft face, he felt his heart freeze for a moment.

They really intended to do this.

This time the way it was meant to be, of their own free will.

When it was all over, when he held her at last in his arms, he, like her, could hardly hold back the burning tears of relief that rushed to his eyes, knowing that at last nothing could separate them. They were bound before the gods, and their will could not be defied by any human being.

It was too late.

No one, no one could stop it now.

This thought filled his members with fire – he felt his heart pounding hard in his chest, his hand tightening on her hair and forcing her to look at him, her gaze dreamy, moved, her puffy lips parted in a deep breath, her cheeks rosy with emotion.

He sank into her lips like mad with a low murmur of pleasure, not caring that his act was not decent, placing greedy, hungry, passionate kisses on her lips with a loud click of their saliva. He heard her sigh sweetly as she stroked his hair and cheeks with her small hands, reciprocating his caresses with delight and devotion.

He pulled away from her at last, panting heavily along with her, feeling that their kisses had aroused him and grunted loudly, turning towards his brother, who was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

He did not know what made him move towards him, to embrace him and pat him on the back like a brother, like a companion, though he had never even touched him this way before. Aegon seemed surprised and muttered something under his breath, patting him on the shoulder.

"My congratulations." He said, and he expressed his gratitude for those words and for his support, knowing that they owed him everything.

They moved away from each other, embarrassed, sighing heavily with relief at the thought that everything had gone according to plan; he saw out of the corner of his eye his wife and Helaena speaking to each other closely, holding hands.

He thought with surprise that he had never noticed the silent bond that had formed between them.

Good, he thought.

"According to tradition, spouses should receive gifts, but I have nothing more precious than what I have given you today. Ensure that the Septon writes a proper marriage act. Tomorrow we have a battle ahead of us." He said lightly, patting him on the shoulder and nodded at him, heading for the entrance, his sister letting go of his niece's hand and moving behind him, throwing her a single, calm smile.

He walked towards the man in the grey robe, who looked at him fearfully, towering over him.

"Sit down and write. I know what the content of this act should be, if you try to trick me, I will cut off both your hands." He said coldly; the man nodded quickly and sat down at a simple wooden table on which a sheet of parchment lay – he reached for a quill which he dipped in inkwell and began to write, his hand trembling all over.

He stood over him like an executioner, watching every word he wrote carefully, his wife standing in the distance, looking at them uncertainly, seeing how tense he was.

He had to be sure that this time their marriage would be official.

As soon as the man finished writing he snatched the parchment out of his hand, reading its contents hastily. He hummed under his breath, satisfied, tossing the sack of coins towards the Septon, which rattled loudly in the pouch, spilling on the table.

"Payment for your favour." He muttered, rolling the paper as he walked towards the way out, nodding at his wife to follow him.

They emerged from the underground into one of the main corridors of the keep, looking around uncertainly, relieved to see no one around.

The guards must have just been exchanging.

He halted as he heard his wife stop and turned over his shoulder, intending to rush her, however, he saw that she had stepped through the open door into the throne room, startling him completely.

He moved immediately after her, shocked, wanting to ask her what she was actually doing, not wanting anyone to see them and report what had happened to his mother or grandfather, dreaming only of holy peace for at least one night.

She did, however, make her way down the steps, her silhouette surrounded by the warm light of the torch; he ran after her and grabbed her arm, turning her around with a sharp, impatient motion, his lips clenched into a thin line.

"May I know what you're doing?" He hissed and sighed, surprised, as her fingers tightened on the material of his tunic, as her lips clung to his in a sticky, hot kiss, her tongue forced its way deep into his throat making his cock swell painfully in his breeches.

He himself didn't know what he was thinking about that, involuntarily dropping the rolled parchment to the stone floor, clasping his hands on her hair and gown.

"Here. I want to do it here, uncle." She breathed out into his mouth, sending him into a daze – he groaned low, feeling himself instantly become completely hard, the tips of their tongues licking each other with a loud click.

"− fuck −" He exhaled and pushed her backwards, forcing her to retreat until her back hit the stone pillar, his mouth sinking into hers, thirsty and swollen as his fingers slid down to the material of his breeches, untying them, releasing his aching erection.

She turned her back to him, breathing heavily with him, moaning helplessly as he lifted the material of her skirt above her buttocks, as if she couldn't wait to see what he would do to her, her behaviour, the way she obviously desired him made him think only of what throbbed aggressively in his hand.

He licked his lips, directing the fat head of his cock against her slit, noticing in the firelight how her pink, swollen folds glistened from her own moisture, though he hadn't even touched her.

"− already leaking − good gods, you have no fucking shame −" He growled, forcing her to fit him inside her with one sharp, sure thrust of his hips, opening her wide on his length with her loud moan of pleasure that echoed through the throne room.

"− be fucking quiet − or do you want the guards to catch us, hm? − is that what you want? − for other men to see me take you? −" He hissed, immediately imposing an aggressive, fast pace on her, driving his nails into the soft skin of her hips, with each push hitting her buttocks with his thighs with a loud, sticky splat, all slick from her wetness, her fleshy walls squeezing him greedily.

"− I-I want to carry your heir − please −" She mumbled, and he quivered all over, drawing in the air loudly as he felt his cock pulsate hard deep inside her at her request, a hot shiver ran along his spine, making him quicken his pace, thrusting into her like mad with the loud click of her moisture.

"− I −" He grunted, unable to get anything more out of himself, just panting loudly along with her, listening to her whimpers, watching again and again as his thick manhood stretched her tight, hot walls, thinking terrified that he was too close to fulfilment, that he should slow down.

"− don't you desire this, uncle? − don't you desire to see me swell from your child? − ah − don't you desire to feel what my sweet milk would taste like on your tongue? −" She panted and he gasped heavily with his mouth wide open, clenching his eyes, feeling that her words had done something to him. He cursed loudly with relief and rage as he peaked inside her so hard that for a moment it went dark before his eyes, pleasure and heat rippling through his lower abdomen.

"− oh − oh fuck − gods − what have you done to me? −" He muttered, trying to catch his breath, pressing his welted cheek against her temple, moving lazily inside her, with the remnants of his free will directing his fingers between her thighs, giving her bud a few encouraging rubs and squeezes, making her fall apart in front of him with a girlish cry of pleasure.

"− Aemond − Aemond −" She babbled, grabbing his hair with her hand, rocking her hips while her walls squeezed him in her fulfillment, feeling his spend mingled with her moisture run down their legs. He leaned down and brushed her neck with his swollen lips, panting heavily along with her, feeling that he was completely out of breath.

What was that?

The two of them lingered in each other's embrace for a while trying to calm down, running their hands over each other's body, his lips clamping down on her neck, sucking that place out of sheer spite – he heard her hiss of discomfort, she tried to push him away but he didn't stop until he left a red mark on her neck.

She grunted in displeasure when he grasped her cheeks in his palm and forced her to arch back – their lips joined in a deep, hot, sticky kiss, her fingers involuntarily running through his hair. He gasped as he ran the tip of his nose over her temple, feeling his frustration, surely due to his powerful fulfilment, leave him, her gaze directed sideways, far ahead of them.

She looked at the Iron Throne.

"− look at it, uncle − the source of our eternal misery − the cold chair of steel −" She whispered quietly; he sighed at her words, closing his eyelids, placing a lingering kiss on her hair.

"− let's move to my chamber −"

"− I should begin to bleed soon −" She mumbled in a trembling voice, and he opened his eyes, feeling a squeeze in his throat, surprised by her words.

He was unfamiliar with these mysterious feminine matters, for they had never occupied his head and he had not delved into them.

For her, however, he thought, as a woman, her fertility, even more so in the situation in which fate had placed them, was of the utmost importance.

"− I fear that I will be like the dragon egg that has not cracked − that along with the blood between my thighs will flow the blood of us all −" She said in a breaking, shaking voice, and he stared at her with his eyes wide open, feeling the strong pounding of his heart, the cold sweat on his neck.

He had no clue what he should answer, he couldn't find the right words to express how much she surprised him.

I fear that I will be like the dragon egg that has not cracked.

She was afraid that if she failed him in terms of giving him an heir, he would consider her worthless.

"For years I resented my father for choosing this particular egg and not any other − one from which a dragon might have hatched. However, the gods chose a different path for me. They decided that I would become the rider of the greatest dragon in the world." He whispered, looking at her with his lips slightly parted, taking the curls of her long, dark hair with a soft flick of his hand, revealing her long neck, the scent of vanilla pleasantly teasing his nostrils.

He leaned in, placing soft, butterfly kisses around the red bruise that his lips had left moments earlier, his fingers entwined with hers on her womb.

"− I'm scared − gods, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared −" She muttered in a squeaky, breaking voice from which he felt his heart sting; his eyebrows arched in pain, his arms tightened around her waist, pressing her securely against his chest, his soft manhood still deep inside her.

"− I know − but you need to calm down − come to terms as I do with whatever the will of the heavens decides −" He whispered low, feeling it was the right answer.

There was nothing more they could do.

He thought that, after all, neither his mother nor his sister carried their children in their wombs after the first weeks of their marriage, that it took months and, in the cases of other women, even years.

How could he expect her to somehow perform a miracle, to carry his child because the situation demanded it?

"− we need to rest, wife −" He hummed, leaning over her shoulder, wanting to see the expression on her face. He heard her sniff with her nose and wipe her red cheeks, swallowing loudly, still distressed.

"− forgive me − it's the day of our happiness, and I destroyed it −" She whined, and he let the air out loudly through his nose, shaking his head as he stroked her shoulder with the soft movement of his hand.

"− no − it's a good thing you told me about your worries − I'm your husband −" He said calmly and heard her breathe quietly, as if his words brought her relief. He slid out of her gently with a quiet click of their shared moisture, lowering her gown; she turned, leaning her back against the pillar, watching as he quickly tied his breeches.

They looked at each other for a moment in silence; something in her eyes filled with tears of happiness, sadness and joy made his heart squeeze.

She was vulnerable.

And although only a few weeks ago he had dreamed of her like this, at his mercy, so that he could destroy her and do whatever he wanted with her, now that she was his wife, now that she was a part of himself he wished that, like him, she would at last experience a little solace.

He took her warm, rosy cheeks in his hands, towering over her without a word – she closed her eyes as his thumbs ran over the wonderfully soft skin of her face.

His lips pressed against hers in a warm, lingering, sweet kiss with which he tried to express what could not leave his throat.

She sighed softly into his mouth, throwing her hands around his neck, his arms pressed tightly around her in a secure, safe embrace.

They kissed slowly, deeply, rubbing and teasing their swollen, moist lips, their tongues touching and licking lazily making his cock swell again immediately, pushing impatiently against her belly.

Gods, have mercy, he thought in disbelief.

She gasped into his mouth, delighted that he couldn't hide from her how the closeness of her body, her scent and her caresses affected him, her hand slipped from his neck to the material of his breeches, he groaned helplessly as she began to run her fingers down the increasingly hard, throbbing bulge.

"− not here −"

He made love to her that same night once more in his chamber, taking her at last as her husband in every sense of the word, their rapprochement this time quiet and tender, full of their wet, hot kisses and the embrace of their arms, their hands trailing over their naked, sweaty bodies as they pursued their fulfilment again with quiet moans of pleasure.

"− I need you, uncle − please, please, my beloved, don't leave −" She cried out beneath him heated with pleasure, throwing her head back, an almost animalistic, throaty groan broke from his throat as she called him so wonderfully, involuntarily pounding into her more violently so that after a few definite, deep thrusts of his hips his seed filled her again.

"− never −" He gasped, panting heavily, brushing soft skin of her rosy cheek with his swollen, moist lips. "− never −"

They kissed for a long time after that, lying in each other's embrace with their eyes closed, stroking each other's naked backs and shoulders, this one night focusing only on pleasure, only on their closeness, only on what they had lost and what they had finally regained.

The rolled-up parchment, the proof of their marriage that changed everything, lay beside them on the bedclothes; they both read it when his wife was already lying cuddled into his bare chest, unable to believe that it was finally over.

After eight years of torment, she was finally his rightful wife.

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN):

Multi-Character

Fluffy HCs Pt. 2 (Porco, Colt, Zeke, Reiner) — @spiteless-xo

‘Cause I Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Eren, Mikasa, Porco) — @violetarks

Trigger Finger (Levi, Connie, Porco) — @ilyluffy

Their Favorite Body Part (Erwin, Eren, Armin, Porco, Reiner, Levi) — @tonilovessushi

College Majors (Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke) — @scumbagjaeger

Them w/ a Cling S/O (Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Reiner, Porco, Marcel, Pieck, Levi, Hange, Erwin)— @420ruffy

Telling Him You’re Pregnant (Zeke, Eren, Porco, Reiner) — @marsbutterfly

Expecting (Levi, Eren, Porco) — @xokiddo

Poly Relationship (Porco + Reiner) — @vainilla-milk

Porco Galliard

Tired Porco Doesn’t Know Where He’s Laying — @mommypieck

Vacation w/ Porco — ^

Porco and Big Tummies — ^

Suddenly Becoming a Dad ⎢ As a Dad — @spiteless-xo

General NSFW HCs — ^

Make Me a Father — @roseofdarknessblog

Suffering the Consequences — ^

Northern Lights — ^

Everything Will Be Okay — ^

NSFW Alphabet — @scumbagjaeger

Breeding Kink (but make it angsty) — ^

College!Porco HCs — ^

How Do You Call Your Loverboy — @cafedanslanuit

Fitness Instructor Porco Galliard — ^

Blurb — @we-are-so-close

So Happy — ^

Yandere(ish) Porco Smut — ^

Game Over — @yeagerdaydreams

Off to Sleep — ^

Kind Regards, I’m Quitting — @persistent-peach

Red Tape — ^

Dad!Porco — @xokiddo

Protective!Porco — ^

Sugar Daddy!Porco — ^

Halloween Prompt — ^

Fan Service — @thegetoufather

Rugby Player Porco — ^

Pink Shorts — @fierydiamond

You Belong With Me— ^

Precipice ⎢ Ch. 2 — @mochalate

Blurb — @tangerinexwrites

“That’s for acting like a fucking brat today” — @fscottcatsgerald

Brat Taming — @nixie-writes-aot

Photo Album — @vainilla-milk

Porco Comforting You After Seeing Your Ex — @dabilove27

My Princess — @angelsdevils

HCs for Porco — @missmeinyourbones

No Strings Attached — @mvrtaiswriting

Husband!Porco ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @lostinwildflowers

Brother’s Best Friend — @oneoftheextras

That’s My Smart Girl — @toorusluvr

Sister Fucker — @ilyluffy

Riding Porco HCs — @ackermansupremacy

Blood ‘n Guts — @luvhotline

BF!Porco Texts ⎢ Part 2 — @plutowrites

Your Daughter Calls Porco “Dad” — @tinyjeanmarco

Worth It — @literaltrashforeverything

Scratch — @whats-her-quirk

Porco Boyfriend Tweets — @re1nerisms

Show Him Who You Belong To — @jean-kayak ༝༚༝༚

Porco Having a Crush on You HCs — @bubbleteaimagine

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Polaroid — @renren-006

His Bonnie on the Side — @wiidvw ༝༚༝༚

Thoughts on Sierra Six as a Romantic Partner — @drivinmeinsane

We’ll Always Have Cuba — @companionjones

THE LAST OF US:

Joel Miller

Live From New York — @cowgurrrl

Beautiful Girls — ^

Love You — ^

Unknown — ^

I’m Still Standing — ^

My Girls — ^

Lucky — ^

Girls on Film — ^

I’m Just Ken — ^

Please Come Home For Christmas — ^

So This Is Love — ^

NCIS:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Busted — @writeandsurvive

Babysitting — ^

Birthday Imagine — @kdogreads

Blind Dates — ^

Are You Done? — ^

Ain’t Woman Enough — ^

Annoyance — @lizzyk137

Surprise — @encryptidone

We Keep This Love In a Paragraph �� @chiefdirector

You Ain’t Alone — @ash-whimsicalfanfic

[taylor-titmouse]

kink that doesn't say it's kink

i never thought id have a full blog post in me about writing but ive been rotating this in my head for days and finally think i can put my thoughts down. obv this is all subjective and only relative to me, it's not a screed about how you should write. it's more a look into my thinking.

for the past like, two weeks, i've been trying to come up with a story that fit the title "bred and breakfast" and coming up miserably blank. because hard as i try i couldn't find my way into a story that was a) about a bed and breakfast b) involved breeding kink in the way i want to do it and c) did not look at the camera and go "today we're writing about someone engaging in breeding kink!"* and issue C is what i'm gonna talk about.

for me, the purpose of writing smut, particularly genre smut that isn't just two people in the regular world having sex, is to present a reader with a fantasy situation where their kink is a natural consequence of the narrative. a situation where the fantasy is not an imagined fantasy for the characters, but a lived reality. obviously there are exceptions and ways to work a character having a relevant kink into the narrative (ex: the xenosexuality conference, brilliant's explicit kink for being an object of curiosity feeding into her situation as an object of curiosity to a bunch of horny aliens), but generally i want my stories to be about sexy things happening without premeditation or the characters pointing out that the situation is constructed.

it's the difference between a story about a bdsm couple tying the sub to a wall and pretending he's a prisoner in a dungeon getting whipped and getting off on it, and a story about a sexy criminal being tied to a dungeon wall and getting whipped and getting off on it. they are ultimately the same thing. guy gets whipped and gets a boner. the latter just does away with the tools of constructing the fantasy (negotiating, safewords, aftercare) and serves you the fantasy direct as part of a larger narrative you can care about. why is the prisoner there? what is his relationship to the whipper that makes this erotic? what happens to him after they fuck? his answers to those questions are more interesting to me than the bdsm sub's.

but as i said, this is all highly subjective. maybe the bdsm couple is more your speed and that's fine. but nothing pulls me out of a narrative like a story going "we're going to do bdsm now!" if bdsm and the fact it Is bdsm are not vital to the narrative. i do not want the strapping stablehand to explain safewords to his master he's about to spank in a barn. just spank him without asking, because he doesn't respect you. spank him til he bleats like a sheep and understands how hard you work to take care of his lordship's horses. spank him because it's what he deserves, not because we're engaging in spanking kink.

and the challenge for me now is figuring out a convincing way to get a character on a breeding bench at a bed and breakfast without them going "i would like french toast and to be put on a breeding bench for big cow men to fuck please" because while that might be funny, and might be sexy, it doesn't make for a very compelling narrative.

*and i don't want help figuring it out. i'll get there on my own

[usetheeauthor]

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey this is a request I took from a friend who loves the idea of Vecna as I do so I decided to write this. I made Vecna a kind of hybrid of Peter and Vecna so that it’s still has that monsterfucking aspect along with some human properties as i do not know Vecna’s full anatomy (also i just love jaime’s face)☺️ This will be like a diary entries of an anthropologist who slowly descends into a path of darkness.The diary will be first person but after it’ll be second point of view. Also I use the words “vines” and “tentacles interchangeably. Part 2

Summary: Banished to the world that has now became “The Upside Down”, Peter/Vecna marks his first victim an anthropologist with morbid curiosity. But when she shares his same philosophy, he finds himself wanting her by his side.

Word Count: 2.9k+

Warnings: mention of murder(s), morally ambiguous reader, loss of virginity, blood kink, use of tentacles (sexual), anal sex, choking, pain kink, spanking, vaginal penetration, corruption kink, spit as lube, degradation kink, doggystyle, drooling, tummy bulge, breeding kink, creampie, uses of names like “sir”, “master”, “king”, cum eating

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’ve seen him again today. Vecna. That’s what I call the monster that haunts my dreams. I’d accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion for a split second and next thing I knew I was back in his lair. Whenever I’d close my eyes, he’d be behind them. Waiting. I’ve fought to stay awake ever since. He’s threatened to show me my “true nature” or so he puts it. Somehow knowing my true self scares me. I know I’m not like other my age. I’ve always had a fascination for things that are strange which only increased the moment I saw him.

Vecna looks pained. Like someone’s hurt him in the past. I found myself wanting to know who could have hurt monster like him. Yet from what I understood he was once man. A man who had his on motivations and his own ideals that were slowly ripped from him and banished from human society. Now he was a former shell of himself. Part man, part other worldly being seeking revenge and power. It’s like I could feel his every emotion. Like I know his story. I dare say that I sympathize with the entity.

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’d managed to close my eyes again. I don’t fear being dragged into his reality. I’ve embrace it. I’m still alive. I assume there must be some reason why he wants me alive. Maybe I could find him. Any chance I’d get to be in his world, I would commit every detail of the strange dimension, The Upside Down, to memory. I’d draw the details and displayed them on my wall. I’d stay up late nights going down a rabbit hole researching and looking into random experiments done in Hawkins hoping it’d mean I’d find him soon. I think he’s finally taken ahold of my mind. I welcome him.

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

Strange things are frequently happening in Hawkins. Murders, people disappearing, sightings of cryptid creatures. I know it’s him. He’s getting powerful. I could feel him getting powerful. It…excited me. I’ve never been so interested in learning about a person’s life the way I do now. To think that a human could be so powerful? Would be considered human at all since he’d been born with these gifts? I’d like to think that he could feel me, too. That he understood my devotion to him. That I’d only ran away and kept myself from sleeping because I was scared to know who I really am. But he’s shown me that gradually over time.

None of the research I’ve done in university could ever match what his existence. I want to know him now more than anything.

July 1, 1983

There it was in front of you. A gate to The Upside Down beckoning you to enter. It’s a hidden hole in a tree surrounded by a wet sac. You enter not even thinking of the consequences. This will be the first time you’ll get to see him physically so consequences be damned. You break through the slimy barrier. The cold wetness of the unidentifiable substance coating you and your scantily clad red dress.

Once you made it through, an immediate chill goes down your spine. You know he’s close. You explore the grounds, taking note of every sight. It looked just like your worlds except dark. You speculated that through this shadow world this was how he accessed his victims.

You walked through the streets searching for the street where your home lies. Not surprisingly, your home was in fact there. You walked through the doors. The atmosphere eerily still. Looking around, it’s like nothing changed. You notice a light under the door frame of your room upstairs. It grew bright. Tiptoeing up the steps, the floorboards creek underneath your bare feet. Your heart racing.

Once you’ve reached the room, you lower yourself down attempting to look under the door frame. No movement, just blinding light. You stand up, grip the knob, take a breath, and then slowly turn it. The light flickers as you walk through the room.

You notice your diary rested on your bed. You pick it up, flipping through it’s pages. It’s all of the entries you’ve written since the beginning of his mark on you. It’s practically duplicate.

Suddenly, the air shifts and you were sure you were alone anymore. Wet, heavy footsteps thumped against the floorboards. You don’t dare to turn to look. Even as the slick appendage wrapped around your neck, you remained still. You hear his rumbling growl.

“Y/N.” He says, turning you slowly to look at him. His voice, an overlay of a growling beast mix with a hint of his original innocent voice. His facial features part man, part creature. You could tell he was handsome with enticing lips and bright blue eyes. The other part of him was of this strange world. Dark, wrinkled wet skin almost reptilian and flesh in texture. He donned white clothes that had been torn and darkenedfrom what appeared to look as if he were struck by lightning. Several tentacles extended out and around him like extra limbs. Both sides of him were gorgeous and you could feel yourself weak at the knees at this discovery.

“My king.” You moaned.

He looked as if he was psychoanalyzing you in his head, trying to pick you apart. Were you here to serve him? The answer was yes. You were his to use. You spent years wanting to figure out the nuances of humanity and once you realized it, it only made you want to seek something new. Exciting. Morally corrupt. He was exactly who you needed.

“King?” He questions with a head tilt, releasing his grip from your neck.

You take this as an opportunity to show your worth to him. You fall to your knees, bowing your head and hands flat on the ground. You look up at him with admiration. “I understand. I know what you feel and how you think. For years, I’ve studied humanity. I’ve seen the things we’re all capable of. We are not perfect. We are destructive, cruel, irredeemable. That is why I give myself to you and will hang on every word you say. I want you to teach me to be in your light. To serve by your side and fulfill your every wish. I want to be perfect for you. Please claim my body as yours to use however you like.”

He takes a step closer to you, tilting your chin up with an elongated finger. “Such a needy little thing you are. Typical of you humans. Always wanting regardless of if it’s bad for you,” He pulls his cock from his confines. It’s hard and the tip leaking precum. It was large in length smooth, slimy, reptilian skin but appeared like the average male anatomy. “Go on. Show me how you’ll serve me.”

You take his harden member in your hand taking in its beauty. You’d never seen a man like him. You settled with the idea that he would be the one to take you precious flower. He was worthy of corrupting the purity you’ve tried to maintain.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking hard. You earn a grunt from him. This makes you want to hear more. Lowering your mouth down to the base, you swallow around him. He looks so beautiful above you, watching you take his down your fragile throat. He couldn’t wait to rip you apart on his dick and show you how to be taken and trained properly.

A tentacle slithers between your legs. You spread them wider wanting to show your submission to him. He just under your panties. You could feel the slimy suction of the feeler caressing the inside of your thigh. It light goosebumps against your skin at its texture. You gag around him, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Mm, you’re so greedy for me. I’m sure you wouldn’t care that I’ve killed before. Your life could be in danger right now and yet you still lust for cock. You’re such a greedy, fucking whore.” He slaps a tendril-like limb against your ass hard, the wetness causing the contact to sting even more. You choke against him.

The limb between your leg teases your clothed pussy before pushing the soft cotton of your underwear to the side. He flicks your clit back and forth, the suctions on the vine catching it over and over.

Your eyes roll back. “Thank you, sir.” You mewled, stroking his cock while you moaned out and ground against the thick appendage.

He pulls you by your hair and yanks your mouth back onto him. “Did I tell you to stop? Now I’m going to rut into your throat until it’s raw.” Wrapping two tentacles around your hair like pigtails, he drives your mouth down his length over and over. You’re forced to continue to breathe through your nose. His hips moving into your mouth so rough you could feel him in your esophagus. The limb playing with your clit rubbing harder against you. It was borderline painful.

“Look at how wet you are,” He pulls himself from between your legs even with the wet texture of his skin, you can evidently see your creamy slick against the dark blue tendril. “You enjoy being treated so poorly. I can let all my frustrations on you and you’d take it.” He pulls your mouth off him by your hair. Groaning when he sees the lines of saliva connecting his cock to your tongue, break off and drip down you chin and chest.

“Yes, master. I love to be used and ruined by you.” You say with a gasp. He shoves himself down your throat once again while thrusting the vine inside you. You cry out. You hadn’t expected penetration so suddenly. He was just at the barrier if he thrusted further you’d officially be his.

“Sit.” He commands you.

You adjust yourself, shifting at the knee so that you could take him deeper. You’re mouth yanking away from his cock once more. The barrier is finally broken and you stutter out a groan. “F-fuck!”

He maneuvers in and out of your quivering pussy, groaning at its tightness. You look down between your legs watching the extender inside you. There was blood trickling down your thighs. He was fascinated by the sight, pulling himself out of you and tasting the salty, warm liquid. His eyes glimmer with a newfound interest.

He tears off your dress and panties from you in one swift tug, your body completely bare. You instinctively cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked under him. Like a little lamb put up for the slaughter. But you had offered yourself to him. You asked for this. So how innocent were you really?

He rips your hands away. “Do not hide yourself, little one. You belong to me.” His vine coils around your neck lifting you off your feet and slamming you against the bed. You were like a rag doll in his grasp, biting your lip at the feeling of being manhandled. You’re flipped over, forced on your hands and knees. You can hear him fumbling with his clothes. You peep over your shoulder to witness his full body which also bore resemblance of that of man and creature.

“You’re so beautiful, master. I can’t wait to have you against.” You moaned, rolling your hips in anticipation.

He smacks your ass once again then entwining an extended limb around your waist and pulling you against him. He plunges himself deep into your walls, bottoming out in one swift move. You wail, gripping the sheets in front of you. He forces your face down into the mattress while your ass remained high in the air. It was angled just in the right position for him to pummel into your wetness over and over. His grunts above you mixing in with your whines.

“So fucking tight. I’ll ruin this cunt so that no other man can have you.” He growls, smacking your ass once more. You can feel the extenders slithering all over your body caressing every part of your skin and tweaking your nipples. The suctions on them lighting goosebumps against your skin. He spits at your puckered hole rubbing a thumb at the entrance then you recognize the familiar slimy, wiggling of the tentacle penetrating your anal cavity.

He thrusts in and out of it in time with his hardness driving into your pussy. You rise up on all fours again, your tongue sticking out, panting and drooling at the pressure of being filled in both holes. “Holy fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”

He mercilessly pounds into you, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flushed against his chest. “This is your role now. You are to take everything I give you. Everything. You’ll serve as my queen. Never to question me. Do you understand?” He whispered into your ear. He sounded so fucking sexy. His voice strained from the moans he held back so that he could speak his commands explicitly.

“Yes, master. Yes, my king. I will take it all.” I throw it back against his cock and the tentacle. They stretched both holes with a mix of pain and pleasure. You want to prove to him you can handle it with ease.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You’ve come here searching for trouble. You beg for me to take you. Then you sacrifice your whole life up there just for a taste of my cock. You’re despicable.” He smacks your ass.

“I’m filthy, sir. A fucking degenerate. I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to mold my whole world into your liking.” He pounds harder and it’s as if he’s got even more inches of himself to give to you.

You can feel him sloshing around inside, knocking at your insides and forming a bulge at your belly. You press it causing the two of you to hiss at the action. He swivels his hips making certain that he hits every square inch of you. His length nudges at the small, fleshy button inside you repeatedly. It felt as if he’d touched that part of you from both entrances, the tentacle flicking inside you back and forth.

Your drawn out groans are now, short gasps of air. “I’m gonna fucking cum. You’re so amazing, master!”

He rubs at your clit, the suctions pulling at your clit. You were beginning to feel delirious at this point. It was all so much and you knew that you’d finally lost any sense of sanity, you once had. A wave of bliss takes over you and you can feel yourself gushing, the evidence of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and his cock.

“Mmm,” He moans, witnessing your creamy slick and blood make a mess of your lower bodies. He pumps sloppy, long strokes into your pussy. “Would you like to be filled to the brim, hmm? Make you drip with my cum.”

“Please fuck your babies into me. I wanna be round and full and take all of it inside. I don’t want to waste a single drop,” You fucked back against him faster, ruining his pace. You were set on him cumming in you and you could feel another orgasm beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Hurt me, master. Just the way you like. I know it’s what you need to cum. I’ve studied you. All so that I know how to please you. Please hurt me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He knew you could take the pain. His thrusts returned to the same force that crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He bites at your shoulder, choking you simultaneously. Your air supply had been cut off; you were getting dizzy. Your orgasm was approaching soon and you crawled at the tentacle that constricted your throat. He pounds into your sweet spot once again and a cry rips from his chest and you both tremble against one another. You both arrived at the same time. You felt as if you were dying the orgasm that shook through you so powerful, your wetness shot out like a sprinkler, wetting the bed.

His cum is hot as it paints your walls white inside you. He continues his thrusts to the point of overstimulation wanting to make sure his essence remained deep inside you. Vecna lets go of your body and you immediately collapse against the mattress. Your face down and ass still in the air as you heaved for air. He stares down at your quaking core which had been coated with a mixture of your blood and juices as well as his cum that began to seep out. He takes a finger gathering it and you turned your head to the side to face him, sticking your tongue out. He runs his finger back and forth against your tongue until you clasp a finger around it and sucked.

He removes his finger, patting and rubbing you on the head. You accept the warm embrace, nuzzles your head into his hand. “I knew you’d be the perfect queen. You understand.”

“Yes, my king. I’ve always known I was meant to serve you. I don’t care if you hurt others. You do it because you want you humanity to be better and recognize its deplorability.”

“You wouldn’t turn against me if I were to ask you to carry out an important mission?”

“No, sir,” You sit up, resting your butt on the bottoms of your feet. “I will do anything you say. I meant every word.”

“Then, there is someone whom I need you to bring to me?”

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

Tag: @stygianoir

[p-antomime]

But isn't she cute when she cries?

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 4,8K.

𖦹 content: sub!reader, implied squirting, slight dumbification, a bit of worship, fingering, degradation, blackmail, humiliation, coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, mention of mindbreak, breeding kink, choking, oral sex (f! & m!), face fucking, foursome, marking, finger sucking,hints of pet play, dark content, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia, corruption kink, cum play, mention of tummy bulge.

𖦹 pairings: haitani brothers x virgin!fem!reader x sanzu haruchiyo.

ᥫ᭡. request. | part II.

— Any questions? — Y/N asked turning to the classroom nervously, it was the first time that the whole class was silent after a long lesson that seemed to have lasted three hours even though not even 45 minutes had passed. — If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask, that's exactly why I'm here.

Scanning the classroom full of people a bit younger than you, yours eyes noticed some nodding their heads in agreement with what you said and others simply finishing writing down whatever notes they would have taken during the class and about it.

— You all are dismissed, dears. — You spoke loudly before getting ready to gather your things on the spacious table reserved for the teachers who eventually taught in that room.

It was lunchtime and since you were a new teacher at the university with no aptitude for making friends quickly, the chance that you would have lunch alone again today at some restaurant around the university grounds was practically one hundred percent. The older professors just looked you in the face to give you some tips on how to deal with rooms that are either too crowded or too empty, no middle ground, and you also didn't want to look like an abandoned dog going to ask some group of professors if you could have lunch with them. And honestly, you wanted to eat in peace. Peace is precisely the only thing you wanted after a stressful week of things that were not even consequences of your actions.

From the beginning of the week these three guys had started to get on your nerves, and you were too kind and naive to disperse their onslaughts, so it wasn't hard to see them following you around the streets and occasionally asking you to get into the car that belonged to one of them. A minute around those three seemed like an eternity of torture for you, and they seemed to enjoy themselves too much by saying dirty, lewd things while looking at you with cocky smiles only to see you look away in embarrassment and falter in your own voice. It was exhausting, stressful.

As you finished packing up your things and left the room without looking back, you walked down the wide, airy corridors of the different floors of the university with the intention of reaching the faculty lounge to put your things away and pick up your wallet on the first floor. Yours eyes focused on an open window and then went to check if the air-conditioning system was on. It was, so, not to waste him unnecessarily, you went to close the window and your brow furrowed as soon as your attention fell on a pink-haired man with scars at the corners of his lips that were still fresh in your memory. "Oh, no... not again, until today?", you thought taking a deep breath as you looked away and saw the two tall men with lilac hair and purplish eyes. As you look again at the man with the pink mullet, you are confronted with an amused smile decorating his lips and see him waving his hand in your direction.

Without answering anything back, you just turn away from the window, finish closing it nervously, grab your wallet and leave the university lounge almost in a hurry to get to the exit. Fixing the black pencil skirt around your waist as soon as your feet left the building, you left walking down the street without looking around, with your head down, and not wanting to pay attention to your surroundings.

— Are we in a hurry today, princess? — You felt your head hit something soft and almost lost your balance being held in each arm by Rindou and Ran, and as looked up, you found yourself standing in front of Haruchiyo's chest with the same amused smile as before.

— S-Somewhat, to be honest. — Y/N said regaining her balance and turning away from Haruchiyo.

— Oh, really? — Haruchiyo glanced down at her clothes and raised his eyebrows as if to say he liked what he saw. — You look more beautiful today, what have you done differently?

— Can I just... have lunch alone today, please? — You felt a heavy arm pass through your arms, and when you looked away you bumped into Rindou.

— Why don't we have lunch together? Where do you want to eat?

— I-I said "alone”. — Your shoulders shrugged as soon as Haruchiyo leaned toward you with one eyebrow arched.

— Don't you enjoy our company, princess? — You looked at him with your breath caught in your throat, not knowing what or how to answer.

— I-I like it, but... but I'd rather have lunch alone, that's all.

— You're such a persistent girl. — It was the first time Ran had spoken that day. — Even when we are so nice to you, you still try to keep us away from you, isn't that kind of mean?

— So mean. — Haruchiyo answered, and you inevitably started looking for someone walking down the street who could help you out of that situation, and no one even seemed to look at you.

And then you inevitably felt your eyes slowly fill with tears just because the situation seemed hopeless and more suffocating and stressful than usual, especially when Ran slid one of his hands up the sides of your body, caressing your waist, moving slowly down your hips and lodging just above where the hem of your skirt began, threatening to push it up with his slender fingertips.

— Why don't you get in the car? — Rindou leaned over to brush his lips against your earlobe. — You know that "no" is not a good enough answer, right?

— You'll love spending time with us. — Sanzu remarked, turning his back on you and walking to where his car was parked.

Eventually you were shyly walking to the car as well and watching Ran open the back seat door while Rindou was already getting inside the car and the older brother was holding the door for you, at this you looked at Haruchiyo sitting in the driver's seat staring at you through the open window beside the passenger seat.

— Can I… — The three of them looked at you and yours shoulders suddenly shrugged. — Can I ride in the passenger seat?

— But they will take such good care of you, princess. — Haruchiyo answered you, and you knew there was no way he would let you ride up front with him.

Soon you were sitting between Ran and Rindou with your back sunk against the soft seat back of Sanzu's automobile, who didn't take long to turn the key in the ignition and drive off to whatever final destination the three of them were taking you to. The car was silent and you didn't dare raise your face enough to face Haruchiyo in the rearview mirror or one of the two brothers on the sides, but as the four of you passed through your own neighborhood and as soon as you noticed how far away your workplace was getting, you said:

— I still have class to teach in the afternoon today and....

— Oh, yes, yours classes. — Rindou interrupted you with a hand resting on one of your knees. — How were yours first two weeks on the job? — You frowned at him, how did he know that you had only been working for less than a month?

— How do you… — Before you could finish speaking, your other thigh felt fingers snaking across the skin of your other knee and the hand that owned those fingers belonged to Rin's older brother.

— Actually, sweetheart, we know quite a bit about you, more than you think, actually. — Sanzu stopped at a red light and looked at you through the rear-view mirror before turning around and leaning his arms on the passenger seat to get a panoramic view of the way the Haitani brothers were sneaking around and groping your body. — You're so naive and stupid it's cute. — At his words you tried to close your legs, which were kept open by the two brothers' hands while Haruchiyo leaned toward you and grabbed your chin with one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with his clear eyes. — Can't you see that we are obsessed with you? Or maybe you're busy trying to be the nice girl who's always cool to us and thinks that someday we'll leave you alone, right? Or even worse: maybe you're the kind of girl who likes to be groped by three different guys.

Ran's hand brushed his fingers with more pressure against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you gasped involuntarily, opening your mouth wider than you wanted or should have, and it was the perfect propitious moment for Sanzu to remove his hand from your chin and press two fingers against your tongue, almost making you choke on your own saliva in the process. You desperately tried to hold the older Haitani's wrist to stop him from proceeding with his actions, but hearing a "Tsk" from both Rindou and Haruchiyo made you rethink your next actions.

— Uh-hm, you should know how to behave with us, pretty girl. — Rindou commented, looking suggestively at Sanzu.

— She just needs to be trained properly to become a great bunnycunt. — Haruchiyo commented, entering your mouth a little deeper with his fingers, without forcing them against your uvula. — And I bet she'll love having the three of us degenerating her body knowing that I took the liberty of installing some small cameras in my car already thinking about the day we could grab her. — A shiver ran down your spine and your eyes filled with tears and you didn't even know what exactly you wanted to cry for.

By now the traffic light had turned green and the only car still parked in front of it was Sanzu's, but he couldn't care less about the world outside the windows of that car, especially since they were covered with a dark film that prevented free visual access to what was going on inside.

— Oh, Haruchiyo, you disgusting fucker, making our little bunny cry. — Ran leaned to the side getting a good view of your watery eyes.

— But isn't she cute when she cries? — Sanzu answered with an arrogant smile, as if the blackmail he was claiming to be able to do to you was nothing more than a trivial matter of his life. — If you want to keep your job without me leaking the video of you spreading legs for three different men in a car to your superiors at that university, you're going to have to work hard at being our fuck bunny, understand? — At your hesitation to answer, his fingers sank deeper against your mouth and you choked around them. — Do you understand? — And then you moved your head positively in a frantic manner and desperately pulled air into your lungs as soon as his digits left your mouth. — Good girl, you'll learn to behave better soon enough.

And then for the rest of the trip to your final destination, which turned out to be the luxurious home of the Haitani brothers, your mouth kept fighting the urge to let moans and whimpers escape as the fingers of the very owners of the residence Sanzu was driving to teased your insides with light squeezes and pinches that sent waves of pleasure straight to the part of your body where you needed the most stimulation and attention.

You were not used to that kind of arousal coursing through your body and making you desperately want to beg one of them to simply sink his fingers into your cunt, you had barely had any kind of sexual contact before. Anything they ventured to do on your body while exploring it would be something new and, who knows, welcome.

When the car stopped in front of the house, your legs were wobbly, barely able to get you to your feet in a non-clumsy manner, and Ran took the liberty of helping you out of the car before also guiding you into the residence while his younger brother and Sanzu had already entered and were waiting for you two in the living room.

— Come here, little bunny. — Rindou patted the vacant seat next to him on the huge white sofa in the middle of the room and his wobbly legs immediately walked in the direction indicated.

Soon after that the one who took the seat next to you was the older Haitani, and Sanzu leaned briefly against the coffee table without taking his eyes off you. You stared at him for a few seconds before you felt two different lips of varying softness brush against each side of your neck, dispensing kisses, bites, hickeys and licks; your thighs pressed hard against each other and one of your hands desperately grabbed Ran's forearm as you didn't know what to do.

— Why don't you open your legs a little for us, hm? — Haruchiyo spoke, looking at you suggestively and a sultry moan escaped yours lips the moment Rindou let a hard bite run against the curve of his neck.

Your legs spread slowly, but just enough to make the hem of your skirt rise a little and let Sanzu get a glimpse of the wet bottom of your panties.

— Yes, just like that, pretty girl. — Ran whispered against your ear as he slid one hand down the hem of your skirt to brush fingertips against yours inner thighs the same way he did in the car and eventually pressed the index finger against your covered clit. You could feel a wet puddle soaking the bottom of yours panties and a cocky laugh escaped the older Haitani's lips. — I bet you have never been touched like this, right? That's why you're so nervous.

— Of course our bunny is a virgin, she would never be a dirty slut. — Rindou replied, now focusing on using his hands to unbutton the light-colored social shirt you were wearing, eventually freeing your breasts from both the shirt and bra.

— But we could easily turn her into one. — Haruchiyo commented, shrugging and glancing down your body as you began to shed the layers of clothing.

You didn't know exactly if you were aroused only by the lewd and expert touches of the Haitani brothers or if Sanzu's dark stare and dilated pupils on you were also having some kind of effect on your body. However, it didn't matter much, especially since your mind was busy craving more and more of whatever dose of pleasure the three of them could give you indirectly or directly.

And then Rindou's mouth closed around one of yours breasts to suck on it and one of his hands slid down your abdomen to unbutton the top two buttons of the skirt while his older brother's fingers went from slowly stimulating your clit to invading your extremely tight interior without warning with one of the digits. The sharp pain that hit your body made your back arch and legs try to close up and be held forcefully by the other brothers hands that were now brazenly possessing your body.

— Damn, she is so tight, a good virgin pussy, she barely lets my finger in and out. — Ran spoke slowly pumping his finger against yours gummy walls and taking advantage of your natural lubrication to help him in the work of widening your interior.

— P-Please, I can't... can't... — Your head fell back with you not knowing if you wanted to rub your hips against Ran's hand or if you wanted him to back off.

— Fuck, look at you, we barely started playing with you and you already can't even formulate a sentence right. — Haruchiyo commented with an amused laugh now with his eyes focused on Ran's single finger moving in and out of you.

Rindou finished unbuttoning your skirt and pulled it up, fully exposing your pussy to Sanzu's thirsty eyes, soon after, you felt his hand slide down, spend a few seconds circling your clit and then force the tip of his middle finger against your entrance to invade your insides just as his brother was doing.

— I can't, argh... please, p-please, does... d-does not fit. — And although it was coming out of your mouth, yours hips were desperately straining against the brothers' hands.

Paying no attention to what you were saying other than being aroused by the occasional timid moan escaping your mouth, Rindou reached inside with his ring finger and grunted as he came to the same conclusion as his brother. The two of them began to move these digits inside you slowly, although the younger brother's rhythm was a little more abrupt and rough, and your head began to feel like it was spinning, it was simply too much prior stimulation for a person who had not even kissed on the mouth properly before. They could play with your body in any way they desired and you would promptly be drooling and crawling towards them just wanting to keep feeling good.

And then when Ran's finger curved upward and your body violently spasmed, your mind seemed to go completely blank and a slurred moan escaped your mouth not knowing what exactly was going on inside. Oh, sweetheart. You just had cum so precociously into the fingers of the Haitani brothers and Sanzu reveled in the image of a Y/N desperately clutching their shirts while simultaneously wetting the palms of those two and some of the surface of the couch below the three of you.

— Aww, did our little bunny make a mess? — Haruchiyo spoke up, walking towards the three of you, kneeling in front of you and rubbing your swollen clit between his index finger and thumb, making you experience the sensation of having overstimulation coursing through your body for the first time. — It's okay, little pets can't help themselves with these things, in the end that's exactly what you are: our little pet, aren't you? — And as Ran and Rindou continued to widen your tight interior, your head nodded frantically and Sanzu blew some cold air against your clit before leaning his head forward intoxicated with the essence of your arousal and brushing his warm tongue against you.

Your head was trying to process all the pleasure coursing incessantly and yours hands inevitably latched onto Haruchiyo's pink hair as a way of indicating that you needed him to keep working his tongue against your intimacy.

— Hmm, I can feel her tightening around my finger. — Rindou commented forcing his finger up against yours walls and beginning to increase the speed, watching your face contort with shameless pleasure.

Now that Sanzu was abusing your bundle of nerves, Ran had fastened his lips to your neck leaving a trail of bite marks where he passed and your pussy was dripping more and more, you could feel the tight knot forming deep in your belly. Fuck, would they make you cum in sequence? Yes, they would and your second orgasm swept over your body just as Haruchiyo let a light moan escape against your clit and the Haitani brothers curved their fingertips reaching deeper points inside your cunt.

— Fuck, look at you. — The younger Haitani said as he withdrew his finger from inside you slowly watching a trickle of the liquids of your arousal joining the tip of him to your entrance. — You really are a pathetic virgin, look how messy your pussy has become with just a little work in it. — He brought his finger to your lips and pushed it against your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself. — If I had known that you would get so wet with so little, I might have fucked you in Sanzu's car anyway.

— Isn't she adorable? — Haruchiyo commented rubbing your clit with his fingertips. — Almost all braindead with so little. — Just after he finished speaking, he grabbed Ran's wrist that was still propelling his finger inside you, pulled it out of your walls and licked the length of him. — Who do you want first?

— W-What? — You asked breathlessly with glossy eyes.

— What? Would you prefer that we share you? — Sanzu returned the question with his eyes fixed on your still leaking pussy.

— Let her be a pillow princess for a while. — Ran spoke up, sliding your body forward and off the couch, causing you to fall into a sitting position on Haruchiyo's thighs, who put his hands around your waist to keep you from sliding to the floor.

— Don't you want to use her pussy today? — Rindou seemed skeptical of his own brother's actions as he removed his own clothes.

— What good does it do her to let us abuse her bunnycunt and not know how to use that pretty mouth of hers for other things? — The older Haitani replied with a tone that indicated the obviousness of what he was saying. — You two can share her princess parts.

— You are so humble, Ran. — Haruchiyo replied with an cocky laugh before unbuttoning his own pants and slowly pulling them down along with his underwear.

As soon as your eyes reached his completely stiffened cock you began to wonder how exactly a man could have a member like that. Sanzu was so fucking long, yet skinny and curved upwards and his tip was so beautiful, pink-ish. Your hands rested on his chest and your body tried to pull away, even though his hands went back to your waist to keep you in place.

— No worries, bunny. — He whispered, looking you straight in the eye before bringing his right hand to your wet folds and pulling them apart more gently than he thought possible. — I'll make it fit inside you, so why don't you try to relax, hm?

— Will it hurt? — It was the only thing that came out of your mouth as your breathing continued to rapid, and out of the corner of his eyes you watched as Ran also finished removing his own clothes just like his brother.

— Hmm... — Haruchiyo made a thoughtful face before slowly lowering you against his cock, making a point of calmly invading your insides with the intention of making you feel every last drop of that pain that seemed to tear you apart from the inside, almost as if you were being ripped open. — I don't know, what do you think? — Yours eyes filled with tears, and although you wanted to let your head fall back because of the pain, he continued to hold your face to force you to maintain eye contact with him.

Rindou got up from the sofa, knelt down next to where you were connected to his friend and took a good look at your abruptly enlarged cunt almost to its limits.

— Isn't she tight? — Rindou asked, looking up at Haruchiyo and arching one of his eyebrows. — Even after widening her bunnycunt with fingers it doesn't get any easier to fuck her.

— Fuck! — Sanzu gasped, forcing his hips up a little and letting Ran grab Y/N's face with one hand, pull your head back and let a trickle of saliva fall from his tongue onto your own. — She swallows practically everything, it feels so fucking good.

— Let's see if she does the same thing with her mouth. — Ran replied, rubbing the tip of his own cock against yours lips and smearing them with precum.

— Our little bunny probably doesn't even know how to suck a dick properly. — Rindou answered by putting his hand on the back of your neck and pushing your face without too much force against his brother's cock, even though you could barely get half the length in and choked as soon as Ran's tip hit your throat.

— Breathe through your nose instead of trying to pull air through your mouth. — The older Haitani advised you at the same time that Sanzu half came out of you and slammed his hips against yours not necessarily hard, but fast, before letting out a grunt of pure pleasure, you gasped with rolling eyes to soon after focus them on the handsome face of the older brother above you. — Move her head slowly back and forth, Rin. — Ran looked at his brother suggestively and he complied with the request, your tongue rubbing against the veins of his length and slowly the pain caused by Sanzu in your now no longer virgin pussy slowly disappeared as the brothers concentrated on distracting you.

Haruchiyo's efforts to get in and out of yours tight walls made you remember the sensitivity there and you couldn't classify whether the moans coming out of your mouth around Ran's cock were from pain or pleasure, but it was so good for him that at one point his hips ended up forcing themselves against your face almost fucking your mouth and it was impossible not to choke on it.

Rindou used his other hand to grab one of yours, put it on his painfully hard cock and guide you with up and down movements there. Sanzu's rhythm inside you was almost bestial, he didn't really care if your body was already tired, if yours hips would hurt afterwards, if you were more than just inexperienced. It felt so good to finally feel your walls squeezing him hard, milking his dick without any kind of shame. And to be honest, you didn't know that you might be able to get so many lewd sounds out of three guys at the same time.

— Damn… — Sanzu felt his own cock twitch against yours walls and moaned loudly. — Gonna breed you so well, fill you up until your stomach has a little budge. — He spoke up, tightening his grip on your waist and taking a few more hard thrusts inside you before he really did end up crumbling inside you and painting your walls white for the first time of your life.

You couldn't hold back for more seconds before you collapsed against his cock still spurting cum against your warm interior and your orgasm occasioned Ran's own climax, which consisted of having him squirm against your tongue and ejaculate exactly on your throat and inevitably making you swallow every last drop of his thick, salty liquid. Once Haruchiyo and the older Haitani were out of you, there wasn't much time for your body to recover from its string of orgasms before Rindou put his hands on your hips, pulled you away from Sanzu with his cum leaking down your thighs, propped your back against the couch and spread your legs to invade your insides with his cock that desperately needed a release.

Before giving you time to assimilate the actions and moaning in a mixture of pain from the sensitivity and pleasure from having Haruchiyo's cum being pushed deeper inside you, Rindou covered your lips with his in a quick kiss before starting to move so slowly that it made you have the impression that your body would end up collapsing if you couldn't cum soon.

— Ple... ase, Rindou, argh, please. — Your hands dug their nails into his forearms as yours hips forced themselves up against his. — You can... ahn, fuck... — Your breathing was so ragged that you almost struggled to think.

— You're so hasty, Sanzu did a great job of turning you into a cockslut, didn't he? — Rindou took your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eye as he began to increase his pace inside you, making a mess inside you and mixing both his precum, Haruchiyo's cum and your own liquids. — Now the only thing you know how to do is to beg to be fucked even though you've already cum three times in a row, such a nasty, lewd bunny.

And then he continued whispering several dirty, naughty words in your ear, each time feeling you clench around him harder. The moans coming out of his mouth were different from those coming from Ran or Haruchiyo, they were almost too sweet in contrast to the harsh actions he took with you. You would easily get used to hearing that beautiful melody coming from him.

And when he came inside your pussy? Fuck, the gasping whimpers and your name coming out of his lips in the form of high-pitched, hoarse moans was enough to eventually bring you to your fourth orgasm and your body slumped against Rindou's completely tired, with all your energy reserves drained until there was nothing left but fatigue and the desire for rest.

— Such a good girl. — Ran whispered in your direction pulling you up and eventually making his little brother's dick escape from inside you and the mixture of his and Sanzu's cum wet your thighs. — Look at this mess, you look so pretty for us. — And as he spoke, Haruchiyo lifted his body a little to bring the index and middle finger to yours folds and spread them apart for the visual pleasure of seeing your leaking entrance.

— And you haven't forgotten our deal, right, bunny? — Sanzu asked, looking at you with raised eyebrows, and you shook your head negatively with no strength left to answer.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

alright, let’s go!!!

Vamp! Billy and hunter!reader— backstory, i’ve been OBSESSED with vampires since i was a child and was allowed to watch Bram Stoker’s Dracula at way too young an age, but when he bites her and she attempts to stake him, and then he proceeds to fuck her just oh my god yes please!!!! AND THEN THIS.. The next time I see you, I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your fucking name." His hand moves to brush a strand from your face. "And then I'm going to bite you, so carefully, that you'll cum just from the feeling, huntress." FUCK

Accidentally on Purpose— but particularly something old, something new.. when they’re watching the video. “Come in my pussy, Billy, please.” You whine, “Wanna make my new husband a daddy.” Again, ive got a breeding kink when it comes to him what can i say 🤷🏼‍♀️

And just all of something borrowed, something blue.. all of it, the smut makes me horny, and the emotions make me emotionally horny

IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR HEART— FUCKING CHRIST ON A CRACKER HOMIE!! When they first see each other alone after she wakes up after inhaling the pollen!! Something about her telling him “I need you inside me.” And him being so absolutely ready.. but honestly all of it is so fucking well written and well planned out that all the pining in the beginning makes me 💦💦🥲

Thinking of you & thinking of me— i just can’t.. brain malfunctioning.. head empty, no more thoughts.. just need to have him inside me NOW

And also consequences of slipping him a love potion.. there’s no actual smut but reading the little blurb gets my horny ass mind RACING!!

id keep going but my brain has officially requested i stop or else i won’t be able to function normally today 😘

Interesting fact about Vampire Billy in the second part: he stalks her and sneaks into her room every night and puts a rose on her pillow. Every night, everywhere she goes, she can't outrun him.

I FORGOT I WROTE IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR HEART ooh I should read it again so exciting.

I REALLY WANNA WRITE A PROPER FIC ABOUT SLIPPING HIM A LOVE POTION, just to write the reader's shock and amazement when he blackmails her into marrying him when he really doesn't have to 😂

Yeahhhh

Sounds like a good time to me

[inseongsfoxybae]

Breeding kink with SF9

Pairing: Member + Female Reader; established relationship

Genre: Pure Smut with a pinch of Fluff

Warnings: Consensual unprotected sex, dom! member, some dirty talk, a little overstimulation, mentions of oral (female receiving), cockwarming [and aftercare, 'cuz we know how sweet our boys are]

Requested: Hi! If you’re taking requests, can I please have a breeding kink with sf9?

Author's message: Hello, dear anon! It took some time, but your request it's finally here. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to send in new requests later 😊 Thank you ❤

P,S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry if there’s any other mistakes :)

Youngbin

You were in the kitchen preparing breakfast while a sleepy Youngbin observed you sitting on the small table of your shared home. Well, maybe Youngbin wasn't that sleepy anymore, staring at your back as you moved to and fro over the kitchen.

He loved watching you walking around, focused on anything you were doing, the way your lips smile up a little and humm a happy song, the way your eyes perk up when something is done and, mainly, the way your curves stand out in your clothes.

He loves you and that's enough to make him breathless, and the thought of you carrying his kids one day turns him on desperately. He got up of his seat and approached you, hugging you from behind as he cradled his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deep your scent. "You smell so good, baby", he murmured against your soft skin causing you to shiver. "Yeah? You like it?", you asked trying to held your gasps when he started to kiss your sweet spots. "I love it. But you know what else I love most?", now his hands were under your shirt, drawing slow patterns there. "What?", your voice was getting shaky. "Your body... naked... on our bed... now", he whispered in your ear between kisses on your shoulders.

He pulled you even deeper into his body, so that now you could feel his hard member poking your butt. "Let's skip breakfast today, baby. Making love to you can't wait any longer", he said turning you around in his arms and lifting you by your ass, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist as your mouths crashed together in a lustful kiss.

Youngbin dragged your bodies to your bedroom, plopping you on bed and immediately taking off both of your clothes. He leaned in on top of you again kissing you hungrily, his shaft grinding against your folds causing you to moan deliciously into his mouth.

Suddenly, a warning came to your mind and you broke the kiss. "Binnie...", you looked at him. "Yes, baby. What's wrong?", he stopped his movements and slowly took some strands of hair off your face. "I'm not on my pills right now", you carefuly said to him. "I know, love. But I'm willing to take the risk if you want this too", Youngbin softly answered. "But you know the consequences... Are you sure?". "I'm sure. I want to make love to you, want to cum inside you and want you to carry my children", he kissed you again, tenderly this time. "Are you really okay with that?", he asked one last time looking into your eyes. "Yes", you stared at him lovely and you both smiled.

Youngbin returned to his ministrations on your body as your hands palmed him to make his member harder. Once you both were prepared, he entered you little by little, thrusting slowly till he was full deep into you. Sex with Youngbin was always spectacular, and even now after so many years together and even after you got married, it was still amazing.

But it was different this time. He has never been so careful and so affectionate to you this way. His thrusts were deep but slow and somehow tender, he found your sweet spots immediately and just followed his steady rhythm, both of your moans were as soft and full on love as your pace.

At some point, your legs started to shake and his length twitched inside you as your climaxes were close. With a few more thrusts on the right spots, both of you came in a powerful orgasm, his white seeds painting your walls, filling you up perfectly.

You two were breathless and sweaty, but a silly smile lighted up your tired faces. Youngbin pulled you on top of him, embracing you tenderly, leaving small kisses on your lips, forehead and temples. "Do you think it worked?", he wondered. "Hhhhmmm... maybe", you replied and you both laughed. You know it didn't matter and you weren't worried nor in a hurry. You just cared about feeling and loving each other in every ways possible. And you wanted to stay together as much as you live.

Inseong

You were teasing your boyfriend all day, walking around only on your panties and some cropped top and making positions that were driving him crazy.

It was around sunset when you both lay down on the couch to watch a movie, Inseong laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest, hands loosely around your sides. You stayed calm for a while, till you feel him squirming uncomfortable and his heartbeat increasing. "Baby, what's wrong?", you asked him, his face now buried between your breasts. "Nothing", he growled against your skin, sliding one of his hands to your belly and caressing softly there, before going down to the hem of your panties.

He moved a little and you realized his bulge against your thigh. "What's our little friend doing here, huh?", you teased him again, but this time he couldn't control himself and started to grind on you. "I want you, bae. I want to fill you with my seed right here, right now", he panted while his slender fingers started their work on your already wet core.

His mouth explored your now exposed boobs, imagining how big they'd become because of him. You arched your back with the growing pleasure, your hands tugged on his hair while little moans sliped out your mouth. "In-seong", you panted begging for his lips on yours, as he obeyed. His kisses were heated but tender, while he slided your soaked panties down your hips and cradled himself between your legs.

Your hands succeeded in taking off his boxers too and he didn't waste time to positionate his hard length on your entrance, filling you up to the brim slowly. You both moaned at the feeling as he immediately started to move in and out of you, holding you tight between his arms.

His movements were fast and deep and the thought of filling your pussy with his semen was pushing him over the edge. Both of your moans filled the room and your breaths were heavy when you felt him twitching inside you. "Cum for me, baby", you whispered on his ear. "I can take it... Let's do this... together", he growled breathless.

Now, his member found your g-spot and you felt your high approaching as well. "Inseong, I'm gonna...", you couldn't finish your sentence. "Me too, babe", he said right away, pulling you even closer and hitting you even deeper. With some more thrusts, your orgasm washed over you and the extra pression on his member sent him off too.

He slowed his thrusts till a halt while peppering your sweaty neck with sweet kisses, moving up to your jawline and cheeks and forehead, making you giggle as you ran your hands along his back. "Are you keeping me inside?", his eyes were bright and sweet. "I'll do my best", you chuckled and reached for his cheek. 

Inseong laughed and slipped out of you, changing positions to lay both of you on your sides. Then, he pulled you closer and you buried your face on his neck, leaving small pecks there. "I love you, Seongie", you mumbled against his skin. "I love you too, my love", he lifted your head to kiss you tenderly, slowly sliding his tongue into your mouth and lacing with yours, his right hand running through your back, caressing your waist and landing on your low stomach. "And I want you to carry my babies some day", he whispered against your lips and you kissed him again smiling. " I will", you said softly and snuggled closer to his chest. You spent the rest of the night curling up on each other till fell asleep right there on the couch.

Jaeyoon

You and Jaeyoon were cuddling on bed in the morning, right after you woke up, while talking about your relationship and plans for the future. “Baby, do you remember our first date?”, you wondered tracing the defined muscles of his arms. “Of course I do. I was so nervous that I arrived at the cinema two hours”, he chuckled running his hands through your back. “And you finally got there, you were so stunning that my heart almost stopped”, he continued and both of you burst into laughter. “Don’t be so dramatic”, you teased. “No, that’s true. Luckily, I could manage it throughout the date or you would be a widow before we even started dating”, you two laughed again. “Well, thanks God you survived”, you replied and pulled him for a quick kiss.

Jaeyoon brought you even closer to his body, pulling one of his legs over his hip and sliding one of his hands under your nightgown as you only observed him with attentive eyes. “Love…”, he called out for you. “Hm, Jaengjji”. “Do you remember our first time? When you asked me to sleepover because you were afraid of the storm and we ended having sex?”, he met your eyes. “Yeah…”, you blushed slightly. “...I was very nervous and didn’t know what to do”, a small laugh left your mouth. 

“Are you still nervous with that?”, his eyes scanned your face searching for any kind of clue. “No”, you murmured. “Do you trust me?", he insisted. “Of course I do, baby! Why are you asking this?”, your hand reached for his cheek. “I wanna go further with you, Y/N”, he carefully replied. “What do you mean?””, now it’s your turn to scan his face. “Let’s do this without a condom”, he whispered, holding you tighter. Your eyes widened in surprised and you couldn’t speak. “I want to fuck you completely raw, want you to feel me fullest, want to complete your pulsant pussy with my cum", he growled on your ear, his hand traveling down your stomach and stopping in the little space between your legs. 

Your whole body shivered under his touches and at his words, and you can feel your core aching in a suddenly growing desire, your breath choking in your throat. “You want it?”, you breathlessly managed to say some seconds later. “I’ve wanted this since the beginning, but I was afraid you didn’t trust me enough to do this. But now I can’t handle the desire anymore”, his voice was now deep and hoarse in your ear and his hand started to rub your clothed folds. You gasped at the burning feeling and some low moans struggled to escape from your mouth. “Then do it”, you panted against his hot neck. 

Jaeyoon lay you on your back and immediately plucked your nightgown out your body and ripped your lacy panties, leaving you completely naked under him. He hurried to take off his clothes too and you finally paid attention to his full hard member that was hiding mere seconds ago. His skillful fingers touched you a little more to better lubrification and, once you were completely worked up, he penetrated your dripping core, filling you up in one go, both of your moans echoing through the room. 

Jaeyoon’s length made its work into your whole, pressing the right spots, while his thumb did the same with your throbbing clit, making your vision blurry and the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Your clenching walls were testing the gates of his own release, his member and legs starting to shake slightly against you. “Babe…”, he called out with a clenched jaw. “I’m on birth control. Cum inside me”, you struggled to say between your moans. 

The next thing you felt was his warm seed being poured into you on a powerful flush, filling all your pussy while your release broke as well. You breathed heavily as he stayed still inside you a little more, his soft lips kissing your forehead, his hands slowly massaging the curves of your breasts. “It was amazing, my love”, he smiled sweetly at you. “Jaeyoon...”, you whispered, “...since now… we don’t use condoms anymore”, you smiled back at him and he chuckled. “Okay…”, he murmured before taking your lips on his for a tender kiss. 

“Shower?”, you suggested and he nodded. “Maybe we can have another round there”, he winked at you and you roll your eyes, but of course you wouldn’t say no to him. Jaeyoon took you in his arms and dragged you to the bathroom where you had some more fun.

Dawon

It was late at night and you and your boyfriend were at the gym doing your regular routine of workouts. You noticed he was clingier than usual, his hands always somewhere in your body, but you tried to ignore it and continued to do your exercises. 

On the other hand, Dawon watched your sharp movements with a dark-hazed look, his eyes striping and devouring your body, the discomfort between his legs growing harder with every second. When you tilted your butt up to complete an exercise, he couldn’t bear this anymore - he grabbed your hips and dragged you out the gym to the nearest locker room. 

“Dawon, what are you doing?”, you squealed when he pressed you against the door, feeling his hard bulge against your inner thigh. “Yah, we’re on the company. We can’t do that here!”, you exclaimed as he attaching his mouth to your neck. “I can’t wait, Y/N. Take off your clothes now”, he murmured on your hot skin. “Lee Sanghyuk!”. “I must fill you up right now or I’ll freak out”, his teeth now finding the sweet spot behind your ear. 

“Sanghyuk… what if someone find us?”, you panted giving in his assaults on your body. “There’s no one else here at this hour. Don’t worry, the place is ours tonight”, Dawon assured you, no wasting more time to take off your shirt and top in one go. His strong hands violently squeezing your breasts while you rubbed your ass on his shaft, your back arching with such a pleasure, your arousal soaking your panties quickly. 

Dawon moved away a little to undress himself as you slid your shorts and wet panties down your trembling legs. Once you both were completely naked, he pulled you back into his body and penetrated you from behind mercilessly, causing you to scream out his name. “C'mon, babe. Scream my name. Let all the ghosts in this building know you’re fucking mine. Let them know how perfectly I fill you and how good you take my cum”, he growled slamming hard against your swollen pussy, reaching all the right spots inside you. 

You started to clench around him, making him moan as loud as you. “Bend down”, he commanded and you held on the wall to not lose your balance, your head almost crashing the concret with his powerful thrusts behind you. You were a moaning mess and your legs were shaking like crazy, his grip on your waist stronger to keep you steady for him as his member twitched desperately inside you.

The thirsty desire to pour his seeds into you pushed him over the edge and he came hard, coursing loud, and slowed down his thrusts, but moved his hands to your clit to help you chasing your high as well. With some violent circles on your bunch of nerves, your climax washed over you and you collapsed in his arms. 

Dawon slipped out of you and sat down on the floor, positioning you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest. He cradled his face in the crook of your neck and kissed there tenderly, embracing you tightly as you waited to catch your breaths again. “Was I too rough?”, he asked sweetly hided on you neck. “No… I like when you are like this to me”, you weakly said and both of you laughed. 

“Can you walk?”, he whispered while kissing your shoulder. “I don’t think so”, you chuckled and turned your face to kiss him softly. “Let’s go, I’ll carry you”, he mumbled against your lips when you broke the kiss. You nodded and he carefully took you bridal style to the bathroom to clean you up. After that, you went home to cuddle till sleep.

Rowoon

Rowoon was so busy lately filming his new drama and missed you so much, that he couldn't wait to come back home and spend some quality time with you. He'd film a bed scene that afternoon and as soon as he saw the scenario, his mind was automatically redirected to the thought of your naked figure spread out in that bed.

He excused a little to try to calm down his hardening member, but his head seemed to be unable to take this dirty desire off him. Rowoon slipped his hand to his now full hard length and palmed himself in the bathroom, trying not to make much noise. However, the thought of your swollen pussy taking all his cum was making him lose control.

After some minutes, he left the bathroom sweaty, breathless and a little pale saying he was not feeling well, so he could go home and "take some rest". He was dismissed and hurried home, sending a message for you. I'm going home. Wait for me in our bed. Naked. When you read his message, you chuckled and immediately understood you'd be ruined that afternoon. But you were willing to tease him a little before he could touch you.

So you took a quick shower and put on his favorite lingerie. Then, you walked to the kitchen and strategically positioned yourself on the table. When he entered your shared apartment, there were you spread out for him on the corner of your table, the red lacy lingerie he loved molding into your curves. His look darkened at this view and he could feel his member getting hard again under his pants.

"Wow, jagi! That's not what I demanded, but I think fucking you in the kitchen is even hotter", he growled approaching you and settling himself in the middle of your parted legs, his mouth hungrily chasing yours. You moaned deliciously when he bit your bottom lip and his slender fingers found their way under your panties, abusing your clit mercilessly. "So wet", he murmured against your lips. "Only for you, babe", you whispered sensually while your mischievous hands unbuttoned his pants and put it down his legs, his brief going along.

Rowoon did the same with your bra and his shirt and ripped your thin panties angrily. He pushed you on the table, so now you were laying on it, and entered you in no time. "Seokwoo!!!", you screamed his name as he growled yours between clenched teeth. His thrusts were long, deep and fast inside you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, while your nipples were pinched roughly by his large hands.

The stimulation was too much for you and you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your walls clenched around him. "Kwoo, I'm gonna cum", you scream between moans. "Not yet, babygirl. Not before me", he commanded, and tears started to gather in your eyes. "Please...", you beg him. "...I-I can't hold it any longer", your high-pitched cries fill the room. Rowoon's legs started to shake and you could tell he was close as well.

His moans now followed yours as his thrusts got sloppy. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Cum for me now", he grunted and released his seeds into you at the same time your waters washed over him, both your bodies spasming hard with post orgasm.

Rowoon collapsed on top of you and embraced your worn out body, trailing small kisses on your jawline and face. "Why did you come home early today?", you mumbled after recovering your breath, running your small hands through his soft hair. "I miss you, Y/N. So bad", he whispered and kissed you tenderly. "Awnt… I miss you too", you replied against his lips. "Also, sex is even better when we miss each other", you playful said and he chuckled. "Sex with you is always amazing, baby", he confessed and pecked your forehead as you smiled.

"C'mon, I'll run a warm bath for us", he took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, where you enjoy a relaxing bath cradled in each other's arms.

Zuho

As Zuho was spending a lot of time in his studio working on new songs, you decided to surprise him with a visit bringing along his favorite snacks and some beers. It was almost midnight when you arrived in the company and headed straight to the floor where his studio is, a muffled sound filling the hallway.

You knocked his door and opened it, only to see him with fixed eyes on the screen, headphones on and a low melody slipping through the speakers. You silently approached his chair and sneaked your arms around his broad shoulders, a little surprised "oh?" escaping his mouth.

"Hi, my love!", you happily exclaimed while he turned his chair to greet you. "What's my baby doing here?", he wondered with a tired sweet smile, pulling you to his lap. "I'm here to please my boyfriend with his favorite snacks and drink", you leaned in to kiss his soft lips. "Hhhhmmm… I'm very happy to see you here", Zuho mumbled against your lips and kissed you again.

You got off his lap to get some food and beers for the two of you. You ate and drank while talking about your day and the news songs he was preparing. "Actually, Y/N. I have something to show you", he said and pulled you to sit between his legs. Zuho handed you his phones and played a sexy melody on his computer. When the song stopped, you looked at him with a amazed expression. "That's so great, Ju! I loved it!", you excitedly told him. "Good, 'cuz I did it thinking about you", he held you closer and tighter.

"Really?", you were emotive. "Really", he kissed the back of your neck. "To work on this song, I thought about all our moments together, about our naked bodies dancing on the bed, about your moans, about you taking all of me", he whispered in your ear, his hands pulling your dress up and caressing your inner thighs. You let out a soft moan when you felt his bulge behind you and his mouth moving to attack the sweet spots in your neck.

"Baby...", he called you. A moan was all you could say. "... I want you so bad all day long…", he bit a good portion of your neck, leaving a purple bruise there as you moaned again. "... wanna hear you scream my name while I make you see stars…", now his hands pushing your panties to the side and rubbing your clit. "... wanna cum all inside you, filling you up to the brim with my white seed", his fingers teasing your dripping hole as your legs started to shake with pleasure.

"I-I want you…", you struggled to say. "As your service, ma'am", he sensually spoke before licking your cheeks. Zuho pulled his full-hard member out of his joggers and entered you slowly - he kept both of you dressed just in case someone appears in his studio - you bit your lips to try not to make much noise. "No, babygirl. I want you to scream. Let them know how good I fuck you in this chair", Zuho growled in your ear as his thrusts got stronger and faster. He abused your clit again and you couldn't hold your moans and cries anymore, legs shaking desperately between Zuho's.

He pulled you onto his lap and lifted your parted legs to rest them on his board, deepening the angle of his thrusts inside you, causing you both to moan louder each other's name and cursings. His hands continued their assault on your clit and you felt your climax coming. "Ju… I'm coming", you screamed at the top of your lungs. "Cum for me, baby", he screamed back and your orgasm hit you like a truck, Zuho following right along, painting your walls in white.

"Wow", you panted when you calmed down from your high with a naughty smile. "Wow… I needed this", Zuho replied back and you laughed. He turned you to face him and cradled your head in his hands. "Thank you, baby", he murmured with a large grin. You returned the smile and crossed your arms around his neck pulling him closer. "What about we go home now and cuddle in our bed?", you wondered. "That's all I need".

Yoo Taeyang

It was after midnight when you heard your apartment door open and your tired boyfriend come in. As soon as Taeyang saw you waiting for him on the couch, his lips immediately tugged up in a bright smile. “Baby! You’re finally home!”, you exclaimed calling him to join you as he took off his jacket and sweaty shirt. “How was your day?”, you asked sweetly as he lay with you on the couch, pulling you closer. “Exhausting…”, he mumbled against the soft skin of your neck, “... but it’s so much better now”, you smiled at his words and placed a slow kiss at his temple.

“Have you eaten?”, you wondered. “Yeah, but I’m still hungry”, Taeyang replied niping gently your shoulder as you chuckled. “Go shower while I prepare something for you to eat”, you said to him. “Nooo…”, he whined tightening his arms around you. “Do you want to eat first?”. “Nooo…”. “So, what do you want, Tae?”, you ran your hands through his hair. “I want you to shower with me”, he mumbled. “Okay, let’s go”, you laughed at his manners. At your words, he quickly got up and took you in his arms, dragging you to the bathroom.

Once there, both of you shed your remaining clothes and step into the shower cabin, where Taeyang pulled you into his body and kissed you hungrily, his hands roaming through your body desperately, making you gasp into his mouth. "So that's why you wanted me to join you, right?", you teased him when you broke the kiss and he only gave you a cocky smirk as response. "I've wanted you all day", he mumbled against your neck again, biting slightly. "Well, now you have me", you replied and he quickly lifted you by your hips, your legs didn't waste time to wrap around his waist.

Taeyang pressed your back against the cold wall while he roughly attacked your front, his member harder and your pussy wetter with every second. He knew exactly what spots made your weak without even touching you below your waist and he was skillful to tease them effortlessly. With a few more kisses, sucks and licks, and you were a moaning mess between him and the cold wall as the warm water from the shower turned everything even hotter and sexier.

"Take me, Tae. I'm ready", you managed to say breathing heavily, and he wasted no more time to positionate himself in your entrance and pushed inside you harshly, what made your squeals echoed through the bathroom. Taeyang took all of you right there, his thrusts were fast, deep, mercilessly, the wet sounds of two bodies slamming against each other filling the whole place, moans and cries loudly slipping from both of your mouths.

The feeling of you two together light this was so warm, intimate and full of passion as you felt your head get light and your vision blurred. You loved Taeyang more than anything and you couldn't imagine yourself without him anymore. Of course, the same was true for him: he loved everything about you - your eyes, your smile, your voice, the way your little hands fits his, the passion you two share for dance and, obviously, your body and the sensation of filling you up every time you have sex.

These thoughts passed through his mind as flashes and almost made him lose control over his release. "Baby, can I cum inside?", he asked some thrusts later, when he couldn't hold it anymore. "Please, cum", you moaned holding desperately against his shoulder. You had barely closed your mouth and his cum filled your pussy completely, the hot feeling making your orgasm hit you as well.

Your limbs lose all their strength and your worn out body collapsed on Taeyang's, one of his arms supporting the weight of you two on the wall as he was exhausted too. "Oh my God, Y/N! I love you so much!", he exclaimed when he was able to breath again. "I love you too, Tae! More than anything", you smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek and then on his lips.

"Are you okay?", he whispered against your forehead. "Yes", you whispered back wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You both smiled and started to dance slowly under the hot water, glued bodies, touching foreheads. You finished showering this way and moved to your bed, where you had a lazy make out session.

Hwiyoung

You loved sunday afternoons, when you could just spend the whole day beside your cute boyfriend. That day, you both were listening to his songs on SoundCloud, sharing earphones, laying on your soft rug. When “Ex” stopped playing, you took his phones and looked at him. “Who broke your heart like that?”, you asked him with sad eyes. Hwiyoung gave you a sweet gummy smile and cupped your face. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Because I have you now and I know you’ll never wreck me”, he said softly, pecking your lips.

“Never”, you smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, and another and another, and everything changed to a make out sesh in the middle of your living room. His songs were now long forgotten, your phones and earphones tossed to the side, while his hot deep kisses were heating the two of you up. Hwiyoung’s body moved to the top of yours, pinning you between his arms as he legs tried to occupy their space in the between your legs. As he leaned in closer, you could feel his bulge against your thigh, a little gasp escaping your parted lips.

“Are you on pills, right?”, his deep voice inquired. “Yes”, you breathless replied. “Great, ‘cuz I’m cuming inside today”, his mouthed headed to hungrilly attack your neck, leaving a trail of dark bruises all over your skin. He managed to take off your clothes off without you to notice and when you realized, the two of you were completely naked and Hwiyoung was going down on you, his skillful tongue playing with your clit and teasing your entrance.

When he brought his face to yours again, his lips were glowing with your wetness and he left you taste yourself in his mouth as his hard member rubbed your folds. You arched your back in pleasure and he used this opportunity to entered you, thrusting slowly till fulfilling you. Once he was inside, girl, you were done. His thrusts were powerful and deep and his hands roamed all over your body - boobs, waist, hips and ass.

How much he loved fucking you like this, espontaneously and raw, making you feel all his veins and throbs, being able to filling you with his seeds. His fetishes made his pace increase and your bodies were slamming hard against each other, your pussy getting sore with such powerful strokes, your lungs begging for air and your throat testing its limits with your loud moans. You realized you wouldn’t last much longer and scream his name when he hit a particular sweet spot inside you.

“Hwiyoung, I’m close”, you warned him and he increased his pace even faster. “Me too, babe”, he moaned between clenched teeth. “Hwi… I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…”, and your orgasm hit you like a bullet train as you screamed out loud, legs spasming desperately while Hwiyoung reached his high too, cumming all inside you.

He was supporting himself on his elbows to not crash you, your faces just inches away from each other, pantings fanning on your fronts. "I want to have you like this forever", he murmured very close to your lips when his breath has stabilized. "I'm yours forever, my love", you whispered and closed the distance between you with a soft kiss.

Hwiyoung pulled out of you and got up, helping you to stand on your feet too. Then, he took you bridal style and dragged you to bathroom to take a shower together, where you shared a few more touches and kisses. Both of you wished all your sunday afternoons were like that from now on.

Chani

You were still sleeping when you felt a little cold under your covers and snuggled closer to your boyfriend who was soundly sleepy spooning you. However, you pushed him in the wrong place (yeah, that place!) that made him immediately wake up creeped out with the suddenly stimulation. 

Chani loosened his grip around you and tried to move away to avoid more friction and not to wake you. But, even so, you felt the absence of his body against yours and chased his warmth over the bed. "Baby…", you whined still sleepy, "... where are you?". "I'm right here, just found a more comfortable position to sleep", he lied hoping you gave up snuggling him. He glanced at your body and the view of your curved back and beautiful ass made his member hardening even more as he held out a gasp.  

"Shut up and come here. I'm cold", you called him reaching out to catch him with your arm. You grabbed his hand and pulled him closer again, but his hips and legs didn't come along with his torso. "Chani!!!", you sulked and opened your eyes, now fully awake. "Leave me alone, Y/N?", he exclaimed back, trying to run away from you. "Why are you being like this?", you inquired and turned to him. "I have a hard on, okay?", he squealed half anger, half shy. 

"Oh!". “Oh? You are the only one to blame!”, he spoke with a lil pout. “Me?”, you were really confused. “Yeah, you were grinding against me in your sleep”. “Shit! Sorry, I just wanted to snuggle closer to you ‘cuz I was cold”, you were now getting closer to him again. “But you know…”, your slender fingers running over his clothed chest, “I can take care of this problem”, you locked your eyes with his as your hand moved to the hem of his boxers, watching a devilish smirk appearing on his face. “Of course you can. Turn around. Now”, he said with a dark tone.

You complied and turned, feeling his scaldant body spooning yours once again, but this time not in a innocent way. Chani positioned one of his legs between yours and his hands slowly contorned the curves of your hips and waist, lifting up your nightgown on the way, till slide them to your core. His ministrations were gently at the beginning, causing you to let out soft moans; but when your hips unconsciously started to grind on him again, Chani pushed your panties to the side and attacked your clit, making you moan loud this time. 

When you were completely wet and ready for him, Chani undressed the two of you and slipped his hard length in your hole, completing you perfectly. He pulled your leg over his hips as he ruthlessly thrusted you, immediately finding your g-spot while one of his hands took care of your clit, the other massaging your hard nipples and his mouth kissed and nibbled your sensitive neck. 

The overstimulation was too much for you and you already could feel your orgasm forming in your our stomach. Chani was approaching his high as well, his member twitching inside you as he moaned low in the crook of your neck, his hands desperately holding your belly. With some more thrusts and no warning, he released his strong jets into your abused pussy, you following right along with powerful spasms taking control over your body. 

Chani continued inside you till he was sure you were taking all of his cum, both of you quiet, breathless and sweaty. When he finally slipped out of you, he turned you to face him and kissed you passionately, tightened his arms around your waist as you ran your hands through his hair. “I think your problem is solved now, hm?”, you asked when you parted for air. “Yeah, I think so”, he replied and you both burst out laughing. 

He moved one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Thank you for this”, he whispered staring deeply at you. You just smiled at him - sweetly, fondly, lovely. “Y/N”, he murmured very close to your lips, foreheads touching. “Hm?”. “You’re the best thing that ever happened in my life”, his eyes now closed and your breaths shared. “And you’re mine, Chani-ya”, you whispered back and kissed him again. And you cuddled together till fell asleep again.

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[winchesterxxi]

Up Next

Good Morning, foundlings.

To rest your little souls, here is a list and schedule of all the writings I have coming in the next 2 weeks, in case any of yous want to set reminders!

Overstimulation Headcanon

Coming Today, 21st December at 7PM GMT

Little bullet point blurb on Din's relationship with sexual overstimulation

A Link (Din Djarin x Reader)

Coming Tomorrow, 22nd December at 7PM GMT

Reader is an untrained Jedi and when faced with the decision of either going with Grogu or staying with Din she is forced to confront the consequences of both options.

Asexual Headcanon

Coming Tomorrow, 22nd December at 8PM GMT

Bullet Point Blurb on how Din would be like with an asexual reader given his Breeding!Kink

The Fundamentals of Loving (Din Djarin x Reader)

Coming on the 24th December at 7PM GMT

Din and Reader are always trying to one up eachother on missions , making it their little game until Din realizes he's in love with Reader

To Please a Ruler ( Bobba Fett x Reader)

Coming on the 26th December at 7PM GMT

Smutty smut smut of Reader and Bobba celebrating him reclaiming Jabba's Palace

For The Best ( Din Djarin x Reader)

Coming on the 28th December at 7PM GMT

Mayfield brings Y/N’a attention to the amount of times Din has risked his life for hers advising her to walk way before she gets him killed. Very Angsty

Gentle Pathways (Din Djarin x Reader)

Coming on the 30th December at 7PM GMT

Vanilla!Din Soft!Din  Vanilla!Din Soft!Din  Vanilla!Din Soft!Din  Vanilla!Din Soft!Din VANILLA AND SOFT DIN FLUFF

[samwrights]

When The Birds Came

I got Persona 5 Royal as a Christmas gift from my husband and you can bet your ass I fell head-over-heels for Iwai Munehisa and Sakamoto Ryuji. In general, I love loud blonde’s and dads. This is also the first time I haven’t made the reader a smoker (yay, good job Sam) when I very well could have.

Anyway, this is my “yay I’m back from a massive hiatus” piece in which you could tell my main focus was being more descriptive with the NSFW portion as well as continuity. I also am now trying to make lengthy playlists on Spotify to encourage myself and my readers. You can find me on Spotify under the name overxhaul.

Title taken from the song “Prey” by The Neighborhood. 

And yes, I am very aware I love writing ridiculously stupid long oneshots. Sue me.

➳ Pairing: Reader x Iwai Munehisa

➳ Word count: 16,076

➳ Warnings: language, vague child neglect, daddy issues, mommy issues lack of contraceptives, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, slight cum play, overstimulatioin, squirting, obviously nsfw

“Come again soon!” You gave a wave to the young man you’d just handed his boba to. Presumably, he was still in middle school, as made noticeable by the school uniform, but he had been coming every day later in the evening before skulking off to the alley around the corner from your little boba shop in Shibuya. Maybe one day you would remember to ask his name, you muse silently. It was even more amusing to note that he always grabbed two drinks when he did come—maybe his sweetheart was too shy to order their own drink, so this little gentleman always handles it for the both of them?

You were merely speculating the minor details of this boy’s life; a telltale sign that you have entirely too much time on your hands. Flicking your wrist upward, you check your watch and assume it’s alright to close up now. It was nearing nine and while Shibuya was relatively peaceful, there has been whispers of shady business deals passing through and you would rather not get caught up in the mess. After packing up all the toppings and washing all the dishes, you locked up your little shop, waving goodbye to nearby vendors as you shut the door.

The tinkling bells over the door drown out as you take a step back, the familiar noise muting as your focus shifts to the abrupt feeling of your back colliding against a squishy but firm wall. Following it was the sound of an abrupt grunt. Immediately, you whip your head around ready to apologize profusely only to be met with a chest. Cautiously, you tilted your head back to look the man in the face—whether merely to apologize or to subconsciously register his face in your memory system in the event he came back to kill you, you weren’t sure—only to be met with steely grey eyes. “S-sorry,” you manage to stutter out, just to receive a bored grunt in reply. His lackluster response prompts you to take a step back away from the man that towered over you, allowing him to move past you with little to no acknowledgement of your remorse.

Silently, the man stuffs his hands into his coat pockets while the crunching of what sounds like glass shatters between his teeth. Unbeknownst to you, you let out an audible gasp—as if trying to remind yourself to breathe—at the noise before you shut your gaping mouth and clench your jaw. The thirty second exchange had left the impression on you that he was dangerous—the hunter versus the hunted. Predator versus prey.

Him versus you.

Had your mind not been too preoccupied with his broad form skulking away from you, you might have noticed the half-drunken plastic cup in his hand with little black boba pearls settled at the bottom. Instead, you had only thought you had felt those vicious eyes boring into the back of your skull as you walked home to your little apartment in the outskirts of town. As if he were standing in every alleyway waiting for the opportunity to pounce—to the point where you were keeping your head down while peeking out the corner of your eyes to see if anyone else was around.

You figured you were being silly and paranoid—even more so when you had entered your apartment and cautiously flicked on the lights before even removing your shoes. You knew you were being paranoid when you ripped back the curtains to your shower as if some serial killer were going to be behind it. And you knew you were going absolutely overboard when you triple checked all the locks on your front door and made sure to close and lock your bedroom door as if that were going to enough to deter a predator.

It was ridiculous to even think you, a mere insignificant fly, was capable of leaving a lasting impression on the man as he did on you. It wasn’t like you were bound to cross paths with him again, you argued with yourself.

He had no reason to notice you—this dread you felt was ridiculously unfounded. But no matter how much you tried to reason with yourself as you laid down for bed that evening, the racing of your heart did little to slow until the man was nothing but a dull hum at the back of your mind.

By the morning, the previous day’s events were nearly forgotten. Perhaps that had something to do with you being late to class this morning and the way you rushed out of your little Shibuya apartment before dashing off to the train station. Not that sprinting would make you not late for class—the train itself only went a certain speed. But the chances of you missing the next soonest train would mean you wouldn’t be that late for class and at least you can still bear witness to part of the lecture—

If only you had made the train.

A defeated sigh leaves your lips; there was no way you’d make it in time. Even attempting to go to your only class now would be a pointless trip to campus. There was still plenty of time until you were supposed to arrive at your boba shop. Seize the day, you figure, as you pay the fee to hop on the train to Inokashira Park. It was a beautiful morning, may as well enjoy the sunshine and attempt to capture the beauty of the landscape through digital painting.

With headphones in, you let the gentle hum of hip hop beats fade into the background while your hand laid out a gestural drawing of the land. A tree here, shoreline there—there was no reason the grumpy man, long forgotten from yesterday, should have been anywhere outside of the depths of your subconscious. But as the saying goes, the more you think of something—or in this case someone—the more likely you’ll notice it more in the world around you. Like how the trees in the distance stood tall as he did and proud of how the natural striations in far off rock formations reminded you of the strange man’s salt and pepper locks peeking from under his hat.

Speak it into existence, or something like that.

Maybe that was the reason the unnamed man was sitting at the park bench directly across from you on a sunny Tuesday afternoon.

Part of you wanted to get up and leave due to the overwhelming sense of dread that crept up your spine. But, considering he was in the midst of what seemed to be a teeming argument under the guise of a normal day to day conversation, you figured he’d yet to acknowledge your existence. That was what you were hoping for anyway. After having the general layout of your landscape laid out on the drawing application on your tablet, you held up your cellphone to take a reference photo to finish the painting later. Genuinely, you thought nothing of it until you heard a gritty, “hey!” Before your brain could process what was happening, the same man you had bumped into the previous evening was holding your wrist in one hand, the other holding onto your phone. “What do you think you’re doing?” He snarls.

“L-let go of me!” You squeak out, causing his grip to tighten further in reciprocation.

“I’m not gonna ask you again, kid,” sandpaper. His voice reminded you of sandpaper.

“I was just taking a reference photo of my painting so I could work on it at home...” considering there was no canvas or paint, it was no wonder he didn’t believe you. Still, he let go of your wrist but held onto your phone well above your head like a bully holding a child’s toy out of reach. With trembling fingers, you reached into your bag and held open your now unlocked tablet to him, hoping your trepidation didn’t blur the photo. As he studied the drawing, he lowered his hand until it was at his side. Even if it were far from finished, he could see the ripples in the water coming from the love boats on the river and a little family of ducks near the rock formation. He could see the luxurious foliage that seemed to frame him and his not-so-friendly acquaintance.

“Take me out of it,” he grumbles, handing your phone back to you and turning away. If embarrassment was an emotion he was familiar with, then that would have been the best way to describe the awkward feeling bubbling in his chest. Maybe if he had undergone different circumstances, he wouldn’t feel the need to interrogate some poor kid in a park in broad daylight.

There’s no point in regretting the past, he decided this long ago. Nobody can change the actions they had once taken—only live with the consequences of their choices and try to learn to move on.

Iwai Munehisa knew that all too well.

And if you hadn’t yet, you were going to learn real quick.

Your shift at the shop had gone by as usual. The school rush wasn’t particularly bad today despite the sunny weather and cooler temperatures. Yet, without fail, the same mousy boy that had come every day at a quarter to five in his middle school uniform showed up. Before he’s even made it to the counter, you begin prepping everything for his routine beverages: small taro iced milk tea with a little bit of extra boba and a regular sized thai iced coffee with an additional espresso shot poured after the remaining components had been shaken together.

“O-oh,” the boy says, a foreign forlorn look on his face, “I-I’m so sorry. I only needed the taro today—my dad said I needed to stop bringing him all this extra sugar every day,” despite only needing the one, he takes out the usual amount of money that he always does for the two drinks. You purse your lips in a tight line, mentally berating yourself for being so presumptuous.

“It’s on me today, kid,” you push the two cups towards him and hand him the thick plastic straws—a blue one for him and green for the coffee. His eyes always seemed to light up just a bit more when he saw the two colors slide across the counter. “I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry. Tell your dad he can blame me for today’s sugar overdose, okay?” The boy’s face lit up, albeit only for a brief second, before taking the drinks and his hand and thanking you profusely.

The rest of the evening resumed normalcy, crawling along the clock. At one point, you’d sent the rest of your employees home because keeping them at the shop was cruel and unusual punishment.

Even after cleaning all the dirty store equipment and preparing mixes and ingredients for tomorrow, you still had an hour left before you were due to close up shop. The irony of Billie Eilish’s ‘Bored’ playing on the store stereo was not lost you.

As the owner, you decided to remain open for another twenty minutes out of courtesy. But, considering not a soul had come by (you swear you saw a tumbleweed blow across your cafe floor), you had decided to flick the neon light off and lock the door, standing in the doorway and fumbling with the key. At least there was a chance of you getting home and getting to bed early, so as to avoid your train-missing debacle from this morning. Maybe even get a chance to sneak some pampering in with a salt soak in the tub and a face mask or even meal prep a few things so that you wouldn’t have run to Big Bang Burger for the umpteenth time this week because you didn’t have time—

“You again?”

You weren’t even thinking about him, you swear. How the hell did the same grumpy man from the park this morning manifest before you?! “Hehehe,” you chuckle in clear discomfort, “w-we gotta stop meeting like this?”

“Actually, I just came by to say thanks for the drink,” the grey-haired man looks down to the half drunken beverage in his left hand for clarity, “but don’t let Kaoru bring stuff for me anymore.” That answered another question that you’d had for a while—you finally knew the boy’s name. But knowing that this man was his father opened a different can of worms entirely.

“Right, gotta watch your figure?” You joked. The man before you looked entirely unamused, only letting out a simple grunt as a form of acknowledgement of your silly question. “Not that there’s anything wrong with your figure—“

“I run Untouchable,” he interrupts, not caring much for your ramble, “sometimes I have questionable patrons that I don’t need ‘im seeing,” your face drops momentarily as you’re met in a deadlock with the man. Being the daughter of a shop owner at one point led you to empathize with the child. And regardless of his reasoning, that didn’t mean that his son didn’t miss him from time to time. From what you knew about this Kaoru boy, he probably used the boba as an excuse to see his dad, even if just for five minutes.

“You know,” you started off slowly, “Kaoru prolly just misses you. And you not allowing him to even bring you a coffee while you’re working denies him the opportunity of seeing his dad on his own terms.” A scowl replaces his blasé features. Wrong move, [name]. Wrong move.

“And what do you know about parenting, kid?” He spits out.

“My names not ‘kid’, asshole,” you bite back, “and we were all kids once. Some of us just choose to live with consequences of our parents actions a lot longer than others.” With that, you storm away.

Well, you try to.

But the grip this man has on your wrist is dangerous, as if trying to let you know you were meeting the end of your life by his hand. “Be careful who you mouth off to, kid—“

“It’s [surname],” you snip once again as you puff out your chest. It was clear to the both of you that you were not backing down. While this surly man was somewhat taken aback, impressed even, by your tenacity, you had figured there was no point backing down now. Even with your posture standing just a bit taller, the man gripping your wrist held it above his own head, pressing both of your chests together.

“A pleasure to meet you, [surname],” he drawls sarcastically, “I’m Iwai. Now stay out of my fucking business,” letting you go, Iwai grumbles to himself before walking away from you with an audible crunch of the sucker between his teeth. When he was no longer in eyesight and ear shot, you let out an audible gasp to replenish the breath you’d been holding. Maybe he was right—there was no reason for you to meddle or to say the things that you had. But at the same time, you knew those morose looks on Kaoru’s face all too well—being an only child with absent parents is a language that only those who suffer can speak.

So maybe you wouldn’t encourage Kaoru to bring nice treats for Iwai, but you made it your mission to make sure Kaoru didn’t go home every night wishing he could see his dad for more than ten minutes.

One of the downsides to being an owner of a shop, or a good one anyway, was dedicating seven days a week to running your business. Sure, you had a few part timers here and there that could easily handle the shop, but they were students who needed to keep up with their studies and wanted to have social lives. Rather than dealing with the hassle of finding someone reliable enough, you made it a point to shoulder the burden on your own. Being slow enough most nights did allow you to work on your own coursework in between—the perks of being in college merely for the sake of learning rather than emphasizing the importance of securing a degree. It also allowed you to tackle administrative work while engaging with your customers.

Including a young boy who still looked so downtrodden as he ordered his small taro boba tea on ice. “It’s Kaoru, right?” You ask him casually as you hand him his drink. The boy offers you a look of surprise.

“Y-yeah?”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, I’m [surname].” He smiles bashfully to replace his stupefied look. Handing off his tea, you notice the way he lingers, as if contemplating whether or not he wants to stay or flit off elsewhere. “You’re more than welcome to hang around here and do homework or something, Kaoru-kun,” you add, noticing the way his eyes flicker back and forth between the alley where you now know his father is.

“O-Okay,” the boy responds meekly before taking a two-top table by the window. It gave him the best view of said alley, and part of you wonders if he did that intentionally. Deciding to leave it be for now, you occasionally peek out the corners of your eye to see Kaoru flipping through what you assumed to be pages of homework. Every few minutes, he was looking up out the window before mindlessly fingering the pages again.

When your line had died down and all customers had been serviced, you walked out from behind the counter with a towel in hand. Using the guise of sanitizing the tables, you approached the boy, clearing your throat so as to pardon your presence. “Looks like entrance exams, am I right?” Kaoru looks up at you again, boyish eyes gleaming as if he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. “How are your studies going?”

“Uh...not very good,” he admits sheepishly. “Sometimes my dad helps me study, but he hasn’t been home lately before I go to bed.”

Ah.

Why did it feel like you were looking in a mirror every time you talked to this boy?

“Well, I’m sure your dad has his reasons. If you don’t mind, I could always help you study?” Perhaps it was spite that drove your actions. After all, Iwai had told you to stay out of his business, yet here you were, offering to tutor his son just because he refused to be present. Maybe it was remorse because you had meant what you said—Iwai had his reasons. Just like your father did back when you were Kaoru’s age.

That didn’t mean that your father’s absence didn’t hurt you or manifest itself as the young boy sitting at one of your tables.

“R-really?!” The boy’s excited voice pulled you from your inner monologue. You offer a soft smile instead, reaching over to turn his notebook towards you.

Comprehension comes easy enough for you to show him, as well as the various portions of Japanese and English grammar and vocabulary. Math was only slightly more difficult, but not by much considering it was still relatively basic formulas that had just been reworked for the current generation’s curriculum.

Science at this age was something you hadn’t even faced until your second or third year of high school.

“Why the heck,” you emphasize your censorship, despite strongly wishing to drop an f-bomb, “are they teaching you physics in middle school?!”

“They aren’t,” Kaoru all but cries. It’s apparent that this subject has been frustrating him immensely—perhaps that was why he was also desperate for his father’s attention? “I haven’t learned any of this yet, but I really want to make it into this academy but it’s one of the top schools in the prefecture and I’m worried I’m too dumb to get in.” The boy had split every last ounce of anxiety, his words coming a garbled mess as he refused to take a breath as he spoke while teems of hot tears threatened to spill past his eyes.

“Hey, Kaoru-chan?” You say gently as you close his notebook. “You are not dumb,” you murmur firmly while looking him in his wet eyes, “you haven’t learned this stuff yet so of course it’s going to be difficult. That doesn’t mean you can’t learn it.” Kaoru is quiet for a moment, slight sniffles sounding from his face.

“But if we aren’t learning this in school, how am I supposed to learn how to do any of this?” Pausing, you check your watch for the time as you realize how late it must’ve gotten. It was already closing time, and the streets of Shibuya were starting to run thin.

“Tell you what, Kaoru-chan. Give me two days. Two days, I’ll come up with a study guide for you with formulas and units you’ll need to know to learn just basic physics. Does that sound good?” As you shut off the neon ‘Open’ sign, the boy takes this as a signal to begin packing his belongings into his knapsack.

“O-okay,” he hesitates, “but I-I don’t wanna be a bother, [surname]-san. I can always ask my dad, though he’s not much of a help usually,” the last part is mumbled almost unintelligibly.

Almost.

Your chest constricts again because you swear this child, however short of a time you’ve known him, is too much like you to be a mere coincidence. It was more like whatever omniscient being up above sent you this child to help.

“You’re no bother, Kaoru-chan. I’ll see you tomorrow, and I will let you know right away when I have your study guide ready, but you should probably head on home before your dad starts worrying about you.” The boy agrees, the slick appearance of tears dissipating until they were replaced with some semblance of hope. Maybe he could get into the academy—maybe he’s not dumb and his dad doesn’t want to be around him, he thinks.

“Thanks again, [surname]-san!”

“Kaoru, why are you still out right now?” The boy in question whips his head around, meeting the steely grey eyes of his father. “And you, I thought I told you stay out of my business? That includes my son!” Iwai was angry. The lower lid of his left eye shook, and the corners of his mouth trembled as if ready to snarl. He wasn’t just angry.

Iwai Munehisa was livid.

“D-dad, I’m sorry. We lost track of time a-and [surname]-san was helping me—“

“Go home and go to bed, Kaoru. I’ll meet you there shortly.”

“O-okay...” despite not wanting to, Kaoru takes his leave down the streets of Shibuya. Occasionally his gaze would flicker back to the sight of you staring at his father with your arms crossed over his chest and him returning the look with venom.

“What do you want, [surname]? Is it money? Who sent you?” The way your family name leaves his lip is entirely satirical. There’s malice painting his tone, as if trying to submerge his very obvious threatening posture with extra ammunition. “I meant it when I said stay out of my business.”

“I have no problem with that, but your kid might.”

“And what do you know about him? Besides the fact that he keeps bringing you business?” Between the both of you, the volume of your voices is beginning to transcend the quiet streets of Shibuya. And considering the privacy that Iwai clearly strived for, you let out a sigh before turning around to unlock the door to your shop. The disgruntled man raises a brow, teeth clicking against the sucker between his lips as he grunts in confusion. “What, you runnin’ away now, kid?”

“I just don’t think you or your son would appreciate this conversation taking place in such a public space.” You huff with a roll of your eyes before holding the door open for him. Weary, Iwai scuffles in, his clunky boots thumping along the linoleum of your storefront. His caution made you roll your eyes before you locked the door once again behind him. “I offered to tutor Kaoru because he’s having anxiety about his entrance exams.” You bite out. Iwai, now pausing his gawking at your frilly, all white and gold boba shop, snaps his neck towards you. It seems you had his attention now.

“I already told him I would get him a tutor, so leave him alone.”

“Dude,” you huff once again, dropping all formalities along with your patience, “he almost started crying in front of me. He thinks he’s dumb and you’ve apparently put off finding a tutor for long enough that he is freaking out and nearly having public meltdowns.”

For a moment, Iwai is silent. There’s no noise in the shop, save for the incessant clacking of that damned lollipop.

“He’s not dumb,” is all his father grits out, the hardened sugar finally cracking underneath his molars.

“No, he’s not. He actually kept up with my little impromptu lessons. He can pass those exams; he just needs a little help.” With a newfound resolve, Iwai turns around to stand at his full figure, eyes narrowing down towards you.

“Let’s meet somewhere and talk this over. Not tonight obviously, I gotta fix a couple o’ things at home,” he grumbles, much like his son had earlier that evening.

“What, like an interview?” You balk incredulously. What, did he think you were trying to kidnap his kid or something?! Kaoru was nearly your height and you ran a little freakin’ boba shop—what the hell could you possibly do that would be even remotely threatening?!

“Yeah, like an interview. I’ll reach out to ya in a couple days. Later,” with finality, Iwai brushes past your smaller frame, unlocks the door and exits the shop, leaving you to your confused, dumbfounded solitude.

Rest did not find you easy that night.

No matter what tactics you had resorted to in an attempt to find sleep, nothing seemed to work. Guided relaxation and meditation, one of your typical go-to methods, had only left you with even more tense muscles. You tried turning on quiet, gentle music while continuing the digital painting you had started a couple weeks ago. The whole hour you had tried, your eyes had subconsciously flitted back and forth between the area you were painting and the two men conversing on the bench in your reference photo.

Just take me out of it, his voice had gnawed at the back of your mind.

And slowly, the two conversing men had been exchanged with silhouettes of the aforementioned man and a much shorter figure sitting shoulder to shoulder by his side. While it made for decent artwork, the thought of having to paint such a tender moment, as opposed to witnessing it firsthand, had left you full with guilt. The poor boy you were so determined to help—the boy so desperate for his father’s attention. Where was his mother? Couldn’t she help him out?

Then again, it wasn’t like your own mom did much for you either. If anything, she merely stood idly by while your father barked instructions on how to live your life.

Go to college for business.

Earn nothing less than perfection.

Open your own shop.

Be successful.

But also, friendships are unnecessary, and you should sever ties should you make them.

Get a job without help, but also pay for your own transportation said job.

Live independently—do everything on your own so that your success is yours.

These were your guiding principles of life. The only reason you turned out the way you did was out of sheer rebellion, doing everything your parents asked and more in your own way. And when you finally did achieve your rendition of success, you cut all ties with them.

You didn’t want Kaoru to turn into the bitter human you had by following some unwritten code like you had, especially if he didn’t have to.

But thinking of the boy leads you back to his irritated father and the initial reason you couldn’t sleep. The immediate flip in personality of Iwai had left you all sorts of jumbled. At first, he was so adamant and insistent that you stay far away from the Iwai family—to stay out of his business. Was he merely humoring you? Something in those grey eyes told you no. Rather, it told you of a more insidious reason that, even if he wasn’t physically standing before you, made your spine run cold. The type of chill that travelled from the base of your neck down your core.

The more you dwelled on the thought, the more you wondered about how he would get in contact with you. Would he call you? He didn’t have your number, but some inkling in the back of your head told you that wasn’t going to stop him. Would he just come by after work again? Maybe you should make sure your security cameras were working so that he didn’t kill you inside your own shop. The idea didn’t seem farfetched, you attempted to rationalize. Considering the death grip he had on your wrist twice now, he could have easily broken a bone or two. Iwai could easily slam his big hands on your throat and break your hyoid bone, crushing your windpipe. He could bind and gag you—

Okay, [name], time for bed.

Despite all the tossing and turning from the previous night, you had managed to make it to your digital design class early enough to grab a coffee on the way. Lord knows you needed it.

Much like the night before, the hour-long course had dragged on with every second stretching the minutes. Since your mind and presence were practically nonexistent, you had opted to head to a cafe nearby in Kichijoji. It was a short, half-hour walk that seemed to tick by much faster than your morning had. Sitting outside, enjoying a beautifully crafted latte and a light lunch while working on your digital painting had been the reset you’d needed. It seemed to ebb away the sleepless night. Maybe work wouldn’t be so daunting later.

But that feeling of dread is pokes its head once again upon receiving a text message from an unknown number.

Where are you.

Part of you becomes weary of your surroundings, scoping out for any suspicious characters that might be looking your way. Another part of you scoffs at the message—why on earth would you reveal your location to an unknown number? However, ignoring the text as you thought you should, proved to be ineffective as the unfamiliar number flashes again in the form of a call not once, but twice. When you refused to pick up the second time, another message is sent.

What, you scared of a job interview, kid?

Before colorful words can be muttered under your breath, you answer the phone as it rings for a third time. “How the fuck did you get my number?” You bite out between ground teeth. On the other end of the line, Iwai Munehisa lets out a chuckle before merely stating that he has his connections.

“Seriously though, where are you? I got time before the shop opens.” For a moment, you’re quiet, contemplating on whether or not you should tell him. On the plus side, you were in a public space at the moment. He couldn’t kill you behind closed doors like he was so clearly capable of. Though maybe a small part of you wouldn’t mind feeling that delicious grip on your throat, even if for a second—“Earth to [surname],” the voice chimes on the line. Pulling you from your boundless thoughts, you absently spew off your location as if you were talking with an old friend as opposed to the man you’d been continuously butting heads with. “Kichijoji? It’ll take me a few, but I’ll be there within the hour. Later.”

With that, Iwai hangs up, leaving you to your train wreck of thoughts.

Shit.

He was coming to interview you to be a tutor—which, that part was the least of your worries—but you hadn’t prepared a damn thing for Kaoru yet. Considering how yesterday’s events played out, you figured you had a bit more time. Not that you didn’t perform well under pressure, no. It was more of the fact that the Untouchable owner made your skin crawl and your blood boil and triggered your fight-or-flight response with a single look.

Exiting out of the digital painting program, you pull up a blank note page in your tablet before creating a rough draft of Kaoru’s lesson plans. While you were initially just helping him with science, you figured it would be helpful to refine other subjects of the entrance exams just for Kaoru’s peace of mind.

Still awaiting his father, you begin writing out a formula sheet to be used with his study guides for both the math section and the science section. Even only glancing at the boy’s workbook briefly, you had a rough idea of the material content—acceleration due to gravity, formulas for mass, Planck’s constant, conversions between Fahrenheit to Celsius to Kelvin—

“Huh. I didn’t expect you to take this so seriously.” Iwai has a hand on the back of your chair, leaning his weight on the furniture as he looks over what you have written so far. Much of the letters and symbols looked like a whole lot of mumbo jumbo to him—a foreign language that he didn’t expect a girl like you to be so well-versed in.

“Oh!” You squeak out, startled by his sudden presence. “Jesus, give a girl a warning next time, would ya?” Iwai gives a roll of his grey eyes before taking the seat across the table from him. The waitress swings by upon seeing a new guest, grabbing his order for a basic drip coffee with cream and sugar on the side.

“It looks like you know what you’re doing. You just pull these outta your ass?” His roundabout phrasing isn’t as effective as he thinks, you muse. Not that you blame him for his suspicions—you ran a little boba shop that probably didn’t net much profit or had relatively simple supply systems with no need for knowledge of these types of formulas.

“No,” you huff out a small tuft of air in a scoff, “I graduated with a degree in astrophysics.” Iwai quirks a brow, clearly not hiding the confusion at the drastic dichotomy of your current occupation and your area of specialization. Even more than the confusion, he was clearly skeptical of this being true.

“Is that so? Say I believe you,” this man was very good at pushing your buttons, you note, “why waste your degree tutoring my boy?” The question grit against your thin nerves.

“Well, considering I’m running a tea shop instead of finding more habitable planets on the International Space Station right now, I would say that at least tutoring offers me a small, singular use of my degree.” You balk, simultaneously propping your elbow on the table and cradling your head to further emphasize your irritation. Beneath his breath, you swear you hear the man mutter, ‘brat’.

“Fine, next question.” Iwai pauses momentarily, sipping his coffee and setting down the mug a little less than gracefully before slumping back into his chair. His arms and knees are crossed, the telltale signs of one keeping their cards close to their chest. “Who are you?”

Huh?

Iwai repeats his questioning, adding pressure to the first word as if he were indirectly prying for a specific answer.

“Uh, I’m [surname] [name]. I’m 29, Toho graduate in astrophysics, as I mentioned, as well as a double major in business, while currently taking a digital design course for shits and giggles?”

“And?” You narrow your eyes at him, blood constricting and your pupils turning to pinpricks out of sheer annoyance.

“And what?”

“That’s all there is to ya? No tricks, no hidden agendas; It’s that simple?” The question coming from his lips seems to be more to himself rather than directed at you. His body is no longer scrunched—however difficult that may be for someone of his hulking stature—with his legs spread out a bit more comfortably and his arms relaxed in a looser cross. With him stretching out, his feet just barely brush yours, but neither of you make the motion to recede them.

“Simple? You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” Feeling the slightly laxer attitude, you mirror his posture. Despite leaving your hand on the table and cradling your chin, the action is more fueled by intrigue rather than annoyance as it had earlier.

“What can I say? I like ‘em simple. Better than dealing with dramatics and feeling like a babysitter.” You aren’t totally sure if he was aiming for a joke—from the blasé look on his face, you would say no—but you can’t help but laugh. Despite his scary appearance that had rattled every vertebrae in your spine from a single look, Iwai was no better than a grumpy old man yelling at the neighborhood kids for playing too loud in the middle of the day. Or at least, from that tiny interaction he did. The bubble of laughter, however, grates at his nerves. “Alright, last question. You get oddly protective when it comes to my son. Why?”

Protective.

Huh?

Is that how he viewed it? Your initial reaction was to offer a rebuttal—to outright deny his claim. “I-I’m not—“

“[name],” the vowels and consonants strung together like honey straight from the dripper when he spoke your name, rather than the malice that his tone held. “Just spit it out.”

“I’m not protective, I’m preventative.” Well, he did tell you to spit it out. So your words come out unrefined like a rough draft to a thesis while the two of you stare at each other. Grey on [eyecolor]. “My parents used to run a little shop in Sendai—spent all their time there and left me to just do whatever. I always lived by their rule, always tried to be perfect so maybe they would come celebrate my achievements with me.”

But they never did. Student council president? Big whoop.

Valedictorian? You’re only in high school.

Got a perfect in your entrance exams to Toho? So what.

Graduated summa cum laude with a double major? They didn’t even come to your graduation.

“It hurts a kid. A lot. I saw all the same signs in Kaoru, I just don’t want another kid to grow up like me.” For a moment, Iwai is quiet. He’s contemplating his words, careful and cautious of what to say. On the one hand, he understands what you’re saying. Truly, he does. He understands it isn’t fair to his son—it’s not fair to constantly leave him alone and in the dark and all to hide his past. Kaoru never asked for that.

Hell, Kaoru never asked to be born, let alone sold and left on Iwai’s front porch.

At the same time, Iwai Munehisa takes a long look at you. While he acknowledges the tired, nearly empty gaze in your eyes and your gaunt, frail body that clearly lacks some form of nourishment, he also sees the raw intelligence. He sees drive and passion and guts and part of him thinks if his kid turned out half the person you did, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

However, he also realizes that he’s wrong for thinking that. You are a product of poor upbringing, and you were trying to break the cycle.

“Personally,” the grey-haired man starts off slowly, “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. You’re a gutsy woman that’s standing up for what she believes in.” Iwai can tell you’re ready to fire a rebuttal immediately, to which he holds his hand up. “But I get what you’re saying. Kaoru shouldn’t have to take the same journey just to achieve the same results—so you have my permission.”

You close your lips back together as you clench your jaw. This should have felt like a victory for you—you get to help this poor boy feel validated in his efforts. But you know it doesn’t come solely from you, a stranger that just happened to hear his pleas.

“I need more than that, Iwai. You need to start being there for him too, otherwise this is all moot.”

The man in question licks the dry plains of his lips before pursing them together. How was he going to justify leaving the shop? That would mean his part-timer would have to close up shop for him. What if Tsuda or Masa end up at the shop—

It doesn’t matter, Iwai realizes. This is for his son, his literal fucking world. He would be no better than Kaoru’s birth mom if he couldn’t even be there for his boy.

“Okay,” the weapons dealer agrees after a minute, “whatever he needs. But the tutoring sessions happen in my home and nowhere else. Understood?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you hold your hand out to shake on the deal, not even registering the fact that you were going to be inside the Iwai home or picking up on how adamant he was with this request.

While Iwai Munehisa was a relatively strict man, you were grateful that he showed some flexibility to your own personal schedule. Sure, it was something that any normal, decent human would do, but for some reason you just hadn’t expected that courtesy from him.

Your tutoring sessions started at six in the evening which gave everyone ample time to take care of their own needs. You had time to complete your own coursework and manage your shop, Iwai was able to teach his part-timer how to close up shop for the evening, and Kaoru would be able to take care of assignments due the following day or attend cram school. Each day that you had tutoring sessions, Munehisa would pick you up from your own store, walking with you side by side back to his shared apartment. Some days, he would be silent. Others, he would indulge you with mundane conversations.

“Wait so you’re back in school, just for the hell of it?” The gun shop owner had asked when you presented him with the painting. The one of him and Masa in Inokashira Park, though the latter was no longer in the photo. Instead, the silhouette had been exchanged for a much shorter one, paying homage to Kaoru instead.

“Yeah, I told you that during my interview,” you remind him casually, looking anywhere but his direction as the photo was being zoomed in and out from all sorts of directions under his scrutinizing eye. “I wanted to get better at art, so I took some local classes.”

“Huh,” he hums thoughtfully, handing you back your tablet, “pretty impressive, kid.”

You’ve learned not to take offense to him calling you that. In a sense, he was almost old enough to be your dad (or at least that was what he kept telling you, but you had your doubts)—essentially everyone is a kid in his eyes. If anything, it was more of a term of endearment at this point.

After he opens the doorway to the apartment, you take your shoes off before calling out his son’s name. In the short three weeks that you’ve been at this routine, you’ve found yourself already familiar with the space and easily make yourself at home. Kaoru is in the living room, hunched over a coffee table with his notes scattered everywhere. The boy is muttering formulas to himself as he punches numbers into a calculator, followed by anguished wails before noticing your presence. “[name]-san, help,” he whimpers.

Another normality that’s been created is that Kaoru has dropped the formalities with you per your request. Iwai holds his hands up in defeat, knowing the two of you were going to be busy by the frustrated look on his son’s face. “I’ll get dinner started,” he adds as he saunters off to the kitchen. He knows better than attempt to help in the math or science department—that’s your area of expertise after all.

“Alright kiddo, let’s take a look.” Immediately you get to work, assessing his problem—physics, which had been a real struggle for the boy—step by step while his dad observes from the half-wall in the kitchen. You look entirely at ease, patient and productive as you sit shoulder to shoulder with his son. Iwai can hear your simple explanations for why certain numbers do and don’t work in the formula that the question calls for. “...this is why you gotta make sure that you’re always very specific with your units. It’ll lead to context clues later...” you may be a brat, Munehisa muses, but you were an absolute natural with his boy.

As promised, Munehisa was present for your tutoring sessions and often checked in on Kaoru’s progress. Not just by being there either, but pulling out questions from his study guides, changing the numbers, and having the boy solve them so that he could apply what he learned. On top of that, Munehisa made dinner for the three of you each night as well as prepped his son’s lunches for the next day. It was strangely domestic, but also filled a part of his heart he hadn’t known was missing. “Come eat, you two,” he called out from the kitchen as he finished setting the table. When he hears no response, the grey-haired man pokes his head into the living room to see you and Kaoru engrossed in a very serious conversation fueled by hushed whispers. Focusing his hearing on words rather than the gentle pitter patter of rain hitting the window, he can make out a couple sentences.

“...what if I don’t pass the exams?”

“Hey, you’re gonna do amazing, Kao-chan. You’re already figurin’ out most of these problems on your own, you could get into any school in the prefecture. And we’ve still got a couple months to go, and you’re doing so well, you don’t need to be so hard on yourself.” A small part of Munehisa’s heart aches. Where did he go wrong as a dad for his son to be this hard on himself?

“You’re going to ace it, Kaoru,” he says without thinking, causing the two of you to snap your heads in his direction. Iwai’s expression is soft—a juxtaposition to how it usually is—as he locks eyes with his son. For a moment, the boy looks as if he’s going to cry while having the ability to light up the entire apartment with how bright he’s smiling. Such a soft, tender moment between father and son that you can’t help but think you shouldn’t be here. “Now c’mon, let’s have dinner.” Iwai offers you a hand to pull you off the floor while his son is already setting off to the small dining room at Mach speed. Even after hoisting yourself off the tatami mats, however, Iwai’s hand is still loosely gripping yours. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Uh, y-yeah, no problem!” Your hand retracts from his immediately, as if his skin were made of fire rather than flesh, before you flit off to take the empty seat across from Kaoru to gush over how wonderful your meal looked.

That softness never left Iwai Munehisa’s face, even as he took the seat between you and his son at the little circular table designed for four. The three of you say grace before digging in, with a small reminder to have Kaoru eat his veggies. Since you had started tutoring him over the last couple weeks, the environment in the Iwai household had shifted to something more domesticated—homier—than Munehisa was used to.

And he would be a fucking liar if he said he didn’t like it.

A part of him wonders if this could have been his life from the get-go had Kaoru been born his son; if Kaoru had you as his mom, would this be what life would be like?

Full stop, Munehisa, he grumbles internally.

This was a contract deal. You tutor his son for entrance exams in exchange for meals because he knows for a fact now all you eat is garbage, as well as ensuring that Kaoru is receiving the care that a lonely only child needs. Yet, despite this whole contract set-up, you found yourself seeing the boys even on the days you didn’t have tutoring sessions. There were days when Akira, the part-time employee at Untouchable, would watch the store and both the Iwai men would pay you a visit at the shop, staying until you had finished up your shift for the day. Other times, you and Munehisa would subconsciously meet outside your shopfront and walk together towards his apartment before realizing it was a Sunday or a Thursday—two days you always had off from tutoring.

You were at his apartment almost as much as you were at your own.

Conversation flowed between you and Kaoru so easily, ranging from school to local sports to art. “Oh! I forgot to show you something Kao-chan! Pardon me,” you abruptly stood up, skipping to the living room to grab your tablet from your work bag. Unlocking it and pulling up the painting, you flip the screen over to show Kaoru the completed artwork. For a moment, the boy is marveled as he recognizes his father’s coat and his school uniform on the figures facing the water. The striations in the rock formations, the shadows of the trees—everything is mesmerizing.

“Don’t forget to print a copy for us so we can hang it up,” Iwai reminds you. Though, it’s the first you’re hearing of this. You shoot Iwai a sheepish half-grin before clearing off your plate. Of the three of you, you’re the last one to finish, so Kaoru takes his time clearing the table while Munehisa grabs you a glass of red wine to accompany his own neat whiskey. “I’ll take care of the dishes—“

“Wait, no you cooked. Let me—“ you tried to offer, but the weapon’s dealer just shooed you away with a nonchalant flick of his wrist.

“You kids finish studying before it gets too late, I’ll take care of it.” While Kaoru has already sputtered his gratitude towards his dad and flees back to the living room, you’re still standing in the small kitchen slash dining area, collecting the remaining dishes for Iwai. “What did I just say?” He balks, drying his hands on the towel draped over his shoulder. Before you have a chance to respond, he grabs your wine that’s perched on the counter in one hand, the other gingerly placed on the small of your back as nudges you towards the living room, mumbling something along the lines of, “you never listen, ya brat.” Without another protest, you pluck the glass from his fingers, pretending the heat from his large hand on your back didn’t cause your flesh to erupt into flames.

“Alrighty, where did we leave off, Kao-chan?”

“We were working on phenotypes and genetics.” Easy enough—first year biology, you think to yourself. You go through explaining alleles to Kaoru and dominant and recessive traits with him, and how recessive traits can end up becoming more prominent in offspring.

“So if I was actually my dad’s son, there’s a chance I would have had grey eyes?”

Huh?

“Kao-chan—“

“It’s okay. I’ve always known he wasn’t my real dad.” Oh. Oh. Well that makes this ten thousand times more difficult. From your own experience, it was already hard enough being the only child and never being enough for your biological parents. In theory, they should love you unconditionally—they brought you into this world. However, this circumstance is entirely foreign to you. “My parents died when I was a baby, and he took me in because he was close to them. But sometimes, I wonder if he did that just because he was close to them, ya know? Sometimes I wonder if he even views me as his son.”

Your heart broke—shattered into thousands of tiny little shards that stuck to the muscle fibers in your body. It probably didn’t help at all that Iwai was initially so focused on running his stupid shop to the point where his own son—biological or not—needed to make excuses to see him. But at the same time, Iwai Munehisa was so overly protective of Kaoru that there was no way he didn’t view him as his child.

“Maybe,” you start off slowly, thinking back to the final question of your interview with Munehisa. “His own example of parenting is a little skewed, so he’s trying his best to do the opposite of how he was raised so that he does better with you.”

“Yeah, but you’re much better at it, [name]-san,” you frown slightly at this. In the month or so that you’ve known the Iwai family, you have to commend the fact that Munehisa has been doing much better than when you met him. His guard was still up, of course, but he was home much more with Kaoru and he was absolutely trying. But there are still parts of the boy that are filled with uncertainty and doubt—parts of him that still long for being coddled like a child because he was still one underneath it all. Subconsciously, you wrap an arm around his shoulder, offering him a loose hug that he was free to back out from at any moment.

He didn’t.

“You know what one of the first things I ever said to your dad was?” Kaoru stiffens slightly but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he buries himself further into the hug because he can’t remember the last time that he was given a crumb of parental affection. “‘We were all kids at some point. Some of us just choose to live with the consequences of our parents’ actions longer than others’. I told him that because every choice I make is a direct result of how I responded to my upbringing.” And now that you think about it, maybe Iwai Munehisa has seen more than you realize. In fact, you’re almost certain he has by the way he lives and raises his own child.

He was also still living with the consequences of how he was raised.

It seems his son resonates with the sentiment, as Kaoru sniffles while sitting up, but remains quiet while he still leans shoulder to shoulder with you. Despite textbooks and notebooks still being open and scattered across the living room, it was clear that he just needed a moment to be—to exist and sit and stew on his own thoughts. Once again, you reach to wrap an arm around Kaoru’s shoulder while your free hand reaches for the stemless wine glass, both of you watching the drips of the rain creating streaks on the glass of the balcony door.

From the kitchen, Iwai shuts off the water when he’s cleaned off the all the dishes. The only noises that can be heard from the living room is the water hitting glass and the occasional setting down of glass on wood, but there’s no talking. No praise from solved equations and gentle goading to finding the right answer. There’s nothing at all. There’s an intimate stillness that Iwai almost feels guilty for looking in on that creates an ache in his chest.

How the fuck were you so much better at handling his son than him?

Iwai swallows the contents of his glass in one gulp before pouring him another shot of whiskey that he will hopefully sip on as intended.

Looking outside the balcony door himself, Munehisa realizes the rain isn’t going to let up any time soon. Kaoru also likes a nice, hot mug of cocoa on rainy nights like this. While turning to heat milk on the stove, the weapons dealer wracks his brain as to if he even owns an umbrella so that you don’t have to walk home in this storm without one. He should have one, right? There’s no way he’s that shitty of a father that he doesn’t have an umbrella for his kid when it rains.

His extra one is still at Untouchable, where he usually keeps it in the event someone else needs one or if he’s got business to tend to. Upon this realization, Iwai groans before bringing the cocoa to the living room for his son.

“Kaoru, ya got an extra umbrella somewhere?” Munehisa asks gently, ignoring the panic that spreads across both Kaoru’s and your faces while the two of you pry yourselves apart. The boy thanks his dad, shamelessly sipping at the treat before turning to face away from the window.

“Actually I think I left it in my locker at school, sorry dad.”

“S’all right,” he says nonchalantly as you begin helping Kaoru pack up his notes and study guides, “maybe [name]-san can have her husband come bring by an umbrella so she don’t get sick—“ you sputter out a distinguished laugh, grateful you hadn’t been drinking the rest of your wine or you surely would have spit it all over Kaoru.

“Husband? The only thing I’m married to is the idea of getting to work for the International Space Station.” Munehisa doesn’t receive the opportunity to comment on the fact that you’re nearly thirty and not married, thanks to his son who lights up like a start at the mention of the ISS.

“Woah, is that your dream job, [name]-san?! That’s so cool!” Kaoru begins rattling off a few facts he knows about the solar system and a few accomplishments of NASA and where water can be found on Mars. Feeding his enthusiasm, you explain why water can be found on Mars in the first place and how, despite this discovery, we can’t necessarily just up and move to that planet. While the two of you geek out slightly over the stars and planets, Iwai has replenished your now empty glass of Cabernet. “Dad, why doesn’t [name]-san just stay the night until the storm stops?”

“Kaoru, that’s inappropriate.” He would be lying if he said that thought hadn’t crossed his mind. At first, he immediately banished it because he just assumed your spouse would come and get you. Then knowing there was nobody waiting at home, Iwai just didn’t want to admit that he liked the idea of you staying a little more than he should.

“B-but It’s worse to let her go home in this weather cause she’ll get sick and you’ll get sick from walking her home!” Coward, his subconscious screamed. Coward coward coward, you’re a fucking coward Munehisa. His own son has to scold him into what is clearly a smarter choice for everybody’s health merely because he’s too fucking chicken to deal with potential situations that would arise from you staying over for a night. Wait, his mind argues, nothing would even happen because you would have to have some semblance of interest in him for any of those scenarios and there was no way—

“Kao-chan, your father’s right. I couldn’t put you guys out like that. Besides, it’s not that far of a walk, I’ll be alright—“

“What? No, you’re not putting us out,” Iwai combats, feeling the need to squash the idea that your presence is a burden on the family. If anything, your presence was a necessity.

“It’s not that big of a deal—“

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight; you take my bed.” The grey-haired man is adamant now, while Kaoru is slightly pleased with himself. It’s been a long time since they’ve had company, let alone someone stay at their house. In fact, he doesn’t think anyone has since he’d been adopted. And Kaoru likes having you around, and it’s clear as day to him that his dad doesn’t mind either. So what if his umbrella was in his closet?

After it had been decided that you would crash the Iwai home, Kaoru had finished his cocoa while continuing to ask about other things about space. It was a pleasant surprise, being able to talk about these things with another person who was just as interested. Who knows, maybe one day Kaoru would grow up and want to study galaxies too?

When the boy had said his good nights, Iwai lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. “You’re both a pain in my ass, ya know that?” His arms are draped over the back of the couch, one hand cradling what had to be his fifth glass of straight whiskey. You turn to face him from where you’re still perched on the floor, your back resting along his right leg with your torso still facing the storm.

“Hey, I said I could go home—“

“Yeah, you could. But Kaoru would never let me hear th’ end of it.” The two of you lapse into silence once again, letting both of your minds wander.

“He’s a good kid, ya know,” you start off slowly, “and I know it’s none of my business, but whether he’s biologically your son or not, he’s still your son.” A stifled laugh rolls off of Iwai’s chest in delicate waves before it’s washed down with more whiskey.

“He’s my son, that’s for sure. I just don’t want him to turn into a good-for-nothing scumbag like me,” your eyes peel away from the lightning lighting up the streets of Shibuya, setting your glass down with a scowl crossing your face as you turn to face the weapons dealer. “Maybe he’s lucky that he doesn’t share any of my genetics. Otherwise he would be doomed from the start.”

“Iwai, children are a product of their environment. Look at how much happier he’s been since you started coming around more often. If he hears how lowly you think of yourself, he’ll start to reflect that behavior—“

“What good does it do him to have a thug for a dad?” The grey-haired man snaps, grabbing ahold of your wrist much like he had the very first time you confronted him, though definitely not as tight. His grey eyes are locked with yours once again, hulking body causing yours to pale in comparison.

Prey.

Him versus you.

But this time, you don’t feel fear tingle down your spine. You don’t feel the need to shrink away from him because you know he could hurt you like a predator hunts. Iwai Munehisa wouldn’t do that to you. “That scare you, kid? Knowing sweet little Kao-chan’s dad is a thug? Is former Yakuza? That daddy’s got people coming after him and Kaoru left and right because of shit I did in the past?”

Iwai Munehisa wouldn’t hurt you.

“Sounds like you’re more scared about him knowing that than I am. Why would your past bother me? It’s in the past.” A growl tears at his lips before he throws your wrist towards the couch. It’s not enough force to hurt you in the slightest, just enough to pull you away from him so he can bury his shamed face in his hands with his rocks glass long forgotten on the tatami mats.

“I’m a fucking coward,” he admits, taking a long pause before continuing, “ever since he was a baby and his mother tried to sell him for drug money, I was so hellbent on making sure he never found out the truth about himself or me—that anyone found out the truth about us. Otherwise people would prolly just attach a stigma to his name like they did to me when I was a kid.” Still listening intently, you fix yourself on the couch properly so that you aren’t kneeling on the tatami mats anymore, but rather sitting beside Iwai. He’s not crying, but you can hear the caged and choked breaths trying to escape his lungs. It’s deafening, even with the flooding rain outside, Munehisa drowns out all noise, including the sound of small footsteps approaching.

“Sell me?” Both you and Iwai snap your heads towards the hallway where Kaoru stands in his pajamas, alarm painting the sclerae of his eyes. “W-what are you talking about, dad?” The man in question curses under his breath, once again cradling his face in his hands. This was not how he pictured telling his son the truth—in fact he never even planned on it. He always pictured Kaoru doing something great with his life like finding a cure for cancer and settling down with a nice girl, maybe giving him grandchildren. Everything opposite of Munehisa’s own life.

“Just tell him, Mune,” you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder. Under the skin you could feel knots that had been long built from years of carrying his burdens. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t shirk off your touch, nor react to the use of his shortened name. In an attempt to calm down, he takes in a deep breath that you can feel inflating his lungs to their full capacity, slowly deflating as he lets it out.

“W-When you were a baby, your mother tried to sell you to me for quick drug money. I told her no, but she just left you on my doorstep. At the time, I was Yakuza, but I took you in and left the life behind,” Iwai’s fingers are laced loosely over each other as he stares at the tatami mats. It feels like his world is collapsing—like you and his son were judging him much like everyone else had when they learned who his mother was. Who knows, maybe Kaoru would rather go stay with you and have you raise him instead. He would probably do better with you anyway—you could actually help him with his education and his livelihood. What good is a dropout-turned-yakuza thug anyway?

“Even if that’s the truth, that doesn’t change the fact that you, Iwai Munehisa, are my dad. And I’m your son.”

Wow. You really felt like you shouldn’t be here at this moment—you’re ruining it. Quietly, you try (and fail miserably) to sneak off to the kitchen to grab more wine because stars above know that you need it. There are hushed words shared between the two of them, low enough that even straining your hearing doesn’t permit you to distinguish anything. Their much-needed talk goes on for quite some time, allowing you to inadvertently snoop through your surroundings. There are a few pictures of him and Kaoru on the fridge from fishing trips and school events, as well as a math exam that has a red one hundred one circled. It’s clear to you that whatever had been weighing down on Munehisa never stopped him from loving his son, just chucked the boy away in a vault to be safe from the dangers of his past.

Voices are still indistinguishable, that is, until you hear Iwai’s voice raising nearly to the volume of the thunder outside. “Don’t make me ground you, kid,” but the threat seems empty to you as Kaoru walks away laughing.

“Goodnight, mom-san!” You spit the Cabernet you were holding in your mouth back into your glass—a gross visual and even grosser to actually do.

“Kaoru!” Munehisa stands up in a half-assed attempt to chase his son. He stops in front of the kitchen, drooping his head before looking at the embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Sorry about that.”

“I-I should go, shouldn’t I?” The weapons dealer just shakes his head.

“I’s fine,” he mumbles, “let me get ya some clothes to sleep in.” Iwai disappears temporarily, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your now nearly empty glass of red wine while he shuffles about in his room. He’s not gone for long, not nearly long enough as you would’ve liked to attempt to compose yourself.

“Thank you,” you mumble quietly as he sets the clothes on the counter.

“I should be thanking you,” Munehisa replies, grey eyes locked on yours. He looks like he wants to say something more, a giveaway from the way he licks his lips. “So it really doesn’t bother you, huh?” Absentmindedly, you pick the clothes off the counter, holding them between your hands while you finger a loose thread on the oversized tee. Anything to avoid the intense gaze in his normally stone-cold eyes.

Lava felt cooler than his gaze.

“Why should it? It’s not who you are anymore, right?” You can’t bring yourself to look at him right now. He’s too intense, too wild and free from the chains of his past. Iwai Munehisa is a loose cannon now, no longer needing to hide any part of himself.

“So then what’s got you so scared you can’t look me in the eye?” When you say nothing in response, he bounds closer to you until he’s towering over you much like he did during your first meeting. Long, surly digits wrap around your chin and jaw until you’re met with his steely eyes. Though, maybe steel isn’t a proper comparison. Steel is typically cold, and his irises are anything but. The man before you had just had a catharsis, like coal had been heated and pressurized and revealing the birth of brand-new diamonds. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not scared,” his voice is husky, thicker than his usually brusque tone.

“I’m not scared,” your words barely pass your lips, but do not waver with trepidation. There was no reason to be scared, not of Munehisa. Scared of the fact that he’s standing so close to you while he cradled your jaw? Absolutely. Frightened slightly by the way his face cautiously edges closer and closer to yours until the overwhelming scent of gun powder and alcohol floods your senses? Check. Terrified of the fact that you are incredibly turned on knowing he could probably snap your neck in a heartbeat?

Hell yes.

“I’m not scared, Mune,” you repeat, reprising the use of his shorter name. It sounds different coming from your mouth, he subconsciously notes. Back in his yakuza days, that name was sinful—a reminder of his reputation. But from your lips, it sounded heavenly.

“I am,” is all he responds with before slotting his lips over yours. Warm and pliable, is the first thought that comes to your mind, much like modeling clay that had been worked between your fingers. Contrary to everything that screams ‘Iwai Munehisa’, his kiss is gentle—experimenting to feel every layer of fragile skin of your lips against his own. Shy, tender, and tentative, Iwai moves his fingers from your chin to wrap an arm around your waist.

Delicate was never a word that you think of to describe Iwai Munehisa. Or maybe delicate wasn't the right word—fragile? It made sense in your train wreck of a mind from the way he sucked in his breath through is nose as your fingers cupped his cheeks. So fragile, as if he were going to break from such a gentle action that he needed to pull away before he crumbled.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Iwai breathes, taking three steps back like you’d suddenly come down with the plague.

“Wha—no it’s—“

“You should get some sleep kid,” before you can say anything else, the weapons dealer has already fled down the hallway and locking the door to the bathroom and leaving you to your own devices. Between pursed lips, you grab the empty glasses that you shared and washed them quickly before grabbing the clothes you carelessly tossed on the floor. From the bathroom, you hear the water running accompanied by wordless grumbles.

Munehisa’s room is exactly how you pictured it. Simple and clean with no superlatives. The bed is made nearly hotel style—like the room hadn’t been lived in for years. Considering the catharsis that he had gone through tonight, part of you wonders just how many of his days he had spent watching every second like it was going to be his last, rather than being in the moment.

Alive and a life are two very different things.

As expected, you drown in the fabric he’s given you—expected from someone twice your height and overall size. They’re comfy, you note, the warmth of the masses combating the springtime storms. Robotically, you check your phone for the time—the clock inching towards midnight to Sunday. From routine alone, you knew that Kaoru didn’t have school tomorrow and you and Munehisa had a later start to your day thanks to your part-timers’ availability.

Before you have the chance to think twice, you’re back on your bare feet, all but stomping towards the living room to where Munehisa lays facing towards the sliding door, staring at the rain. He heard you—he had to have. There’s no way he can’t hear the deafening silence of your own revelation; he has to know. “Go to bed, [name],” he bites with no fire.

“No.”

“Then go home.”

“No.”

Iwai throws the thin blanket he has on himself off as he thrusts his legs off the couch. Every movement is silently violent until he’s hunched over you for the second time tonight. Despite every intention of holding malice in his eyes, he can’t when it comes to you. Not when you’re wearing his clothes and looking up at him with a resolve stronger than his self-loathing. “What do ya want then, [name]?” He asks quietly, echoing the question he had for you three weeks ago.

“Honestly?” You start off, unraveling your arms that were wound around your chest. “I would like for you to let go.”

For a moment, Iwai is taken aback—literally, as signified by the half step he takes towards the couch and away from you. It’s not quite a moment of fear in his eyes; more of an amalgam of questioning and begging—of longing.

The hunter has become the hunted.

“Just let it go, Mune. Your son already forgives you for your past, you need to do the same.” Much to your surprise, a laugh jumbled with a grunt heaves off his chest. The trepidation from earlier is gone, evident by the way his shoulders and chin straighten up from standing erect.

“Let go, huh? You sure you want that?” The double meaning isn’t lost on you, and you’re ready for whatever he throws your way. You’d been ready, you realize, from the moment your fear took a back seat to wanting to aid Kaoru in any way that you could. You’d been ready since the moment you picked up the phone and had him meet you in Kichijouji. Or maybe, you had forgiven him already—not that you necessarily had a place to do so—the moment he had started shifting his focus into being there for his son. It was all you had ever wanted from your family, maybe it wasn’t too late to save other kids from the pain.

Maybe your unresolved daddy issues run much deeper than you thought.

However, Iwai wasn’t much better. He had been so vehemently adamant that if he pretended to be a questioningly upstanding citizen, Kaoru would have a better chance at making it in the world. The grotesque nature of his own upbringing had left him longing for someone—anyone—to unconditionally accept him. No matter how much he told himself the yakuza had welcomed him with open arms, he knows that it was their opportunity to thread his marionette strings. And the society he was surrounded in had blockaded him so long ago, he clutched and grasped at broken straws.

But not you, no. Despite him easily being able to snap your neck and hide your body, you stood toe to toe with him, always ready to fight back without a moment’s hesitation. With you, there was no stigma attached to his name, only knowledge and understanding and an empathy that transcended and smashed through every wall of his.

An unconditional acceptance.

An unconditional love.

Iwai’s mommy issues ran deep, maybe even a little steeper than yours.

“I’m not scared, Mune,” you repeated, pulling him from his reverie that blasted at meters per second. “I have no reason to be.” With large strides, as one would expect of his size, Iwai crosses through the distance he had out between the two of you before grasping at your jaw with finesse and hunger all at once to lock his lips with yours once again. It had been a long time since the weapons dealer had actively sought out the object of his affections; his own desires had taken a back seat for the well-being of his son.

All that was left of him now was depravity and desperation.

Even those two elements to his core were not going to last long. Not with the way you were clutching onto him so tightly with your arms wound around his neck. Despite the flames of hunger constantly being stoked by mere touch, Iwai’s lips are just as gentle and hesitant as they had been before you changed your clothing. It was clear to you that you were going to need to guide the weapons dealer—much as you had been the last month or so. Your tongue cautiously snakes out from your mouth, gingerly running along the seam of his lips to ask for gentle permission.

Things may be moving fast, but you didn’t want to rush this. Not with Munehisa. Not with the man who was so foreign to genuine affection.

Tentatively, Iwai parts his lips ever so slightly, allowing you access to the first layer of him. Candy. He tastes like the cherry sucker he had in his mouth just after dinner to accompany his whiskey. A mixture of smoke and sweetness with a lasting bitterness sounded as if Iwai had decomposed and turned into mere flavor receptors of the tongue. But it’s a taste you find yourself wanting more of as your tongue dances alongside his.

At a snail’s pace, Iwai releases your cheeks and jaw, sliding his palms down the goose bumps on your neck and soft expanse of your arms until they find purchase on your hips. The gesture is cautious, even as he coaxes your body towards him until he falls back onto the couch, bringing you with until you’re left to straddle him.

“Scared, Mune?” You ask in a whisper when you come up for air. Disregarding the need for oxygen, you make it a point to keep your lips ghosting over his, showing the desire to remain connected to him. His eyes are half-open, heavy lids drooping and the crinkles of his crow’s feet are settling in as he attempts to catch his breath—all with the faintest twinge of a grin.

“Should I be?”

“That’s for you to decide.” One of his hands maneuvers its way from your waist, back up to your cheek to cup the skin in full. Perhaps you were more aware from the intimacy of the fact that his hand nearly could hold an entire half of your face or the calcification of hardened skin on his palms, or perhaps your body had slowly come to tune itself to the man beneath you.

“I think I’ve been alone for long enough.” The distance between the both of you closes once again, Iwai’s movements renewed by fire followed by another clash of lightning. His grip on your waist tightens as he sinks you further into him, grinding his pelvis into yours as if granting permission to touch him more. Planting your hands on his chest, you take a moment to graze the backs of your nails gingerly along the openings of his tank top.

You think back to your joke about him watching his figure when you first met him, and silently berate yourself.

Iwai Munehisa didn’t need to watch his figure—he’s a literal statue of Adonis come to life.

Hard muscle twitches under every touch of yours in conjunction with the occasional throaty groan that rumbles along your lips. His tongue is somehow both rushing to explore every nook and cranny and crooked edge of your teeth while simultaneously attempting to commit every inch of your mouth to memory. Despite the loss of his hands on your waist, the sudden cold rush of air swirling around your midriff is a welcome sensation as his calloused digits working their up your body from under the shirt. Your entire body erupts with need—it was no longer a want or a mere whim. You needed this man in every way.

In hopes to urge Iwai further, you break apart momentarily to remove the borrowed clothing from the upper half of your body, leaving you bare chested in front of the weapons dealer. “Fuck,” he mumbles, pupils turning to pinpricks as he drinks in the sight of your slightly erect nipples. Like a man hypnotized, his lips latch on to your left breast, licking and sucking at the flesh as your head tosses back. The motion causes you to grind further into his lap, greeting his clothed erection with a welcome reminder of your presence.

You had never been one for a ton of oral attention, but there was something so damn mesmerizing about Iwai holding a nipple between his teeth while he rolled the nub with his expert tongue. Part of you wonders if it has something to do with the suckers. Another part of you only thinks to let out a sharp hiss of breath as he tends to your right nipple next. “M-Mune,” you whimper, earning another grind of his covered cock against your damp folds, “l-lemme touch you.”

“Hold on a sec, baby, I’m a little busy.”

Your brain goes into overdrive as he frees a hand from holding you up to dipping into the front of your borrowed pajamas bottoms, nails scraping along the waistband of your panties. The thought of Iwai getting closer and closer still coaxed a moan from your lips; or maybe it was the way he goaded your nipple to complete erection. Maybe it was both—maybe it was the way he made it a point to tease by inspecting the wet spot in your panties with two fingers.

“M-Mune, please.”

“All nice an’ wet for me, baby? Lemme just double check.” Even with you still straddling and trying force yourself closer to him, Iwai managed to sneak his fingers past your knickers until he’s met with a sloppy, slick cunt. His half-lidded gaze up at you was laser-focused—as if he couldn’t look anywhere else but your own lust-laden eyes. The pads of his fingers glide along your slit before slightly nudging apart your opening to get a real feel for you. The mere thought of touching you, rubbing your clit until you screamed, cumming and gushing around his fingers—Iwai can’t even remember the last time such thoughts crossed his mind, let alone turned him on so much.

He wants to take his time, he realizes,

Iwai’s touch sends a thousand volts up your spine, causing the tension in your neck to throw your head back as you hissed in pleasure. His middle finger searches every nook and cranny of your nether regions, smearing your excitement all around until no area is left untouched. While he’s preoccupied with exploring you, you reciprocate the treatment with dizzy kisses, unabashedly sliding your tongue against his while your fingers tugged at his tank top. He’s only slightly annoyed that the two of you have to pause so that you can pull the fabric off—a small sacrifice to further progress. The second he’s freed from one of his prisons, his brittle lips latch onto your left collarbone, teeth sinking in to be chased by his tongue while leaving reminders of the moment. At the same time, his ring and middle finger circle your clit in a steady, languid rhythm, coaxing more of your wetness to come forth until you’re absolutely drenched. “O-oh, f-fuck Munehisa!”

Hearing his name made his groin throb beneath you, the pulsing wet, hot warmth tantalizing and torturing you both. Giving your clit one last swirl, his fingers travel further downward, pushing apart your lips until he slowly nestles his middle finger inside your sopping wet hole. His digits are much larger than your own, you noted immediately—his longest finger alone already stretching you more deliciously than your tiny infantile hands. “Ohh, fuck yeah, baby. I’on’t even gotta stretch you out with how fuckn’ wet ya are for me.”

“But I want you to,” Iwai lets out his signature gruff laugh before jamming his finger deep into you with no warning. The lone digit is roaming, exploring your deepest caverns to figure out the fastest way to make you go from zero to hundred. “Mune, it feels so good.” All the praise goes from his ears straight to his dick, the flesh between the two of you now painfully straining against his thin boxers.

After a few twists and turns, Iwai brings his pointer finger to the party, the duo now on the hunt for that squishy tissue to send you over the edge. He refused to fuck you until you came at least once—he couldn’t disappoint you. Not now, not after all the progress you two had overcome together. Crooking both digits, his nails finally find their target, scraping along your g-spot that makes you tremble and your muscles spasm. “You’re mine now, baby girl,” he croons.

You wished he gave you a better warning—a sufficient warning for the relentless attack his fingers had on your g-spot or the way the angle of his wrist was shamelessly scrubbing at your clit. The muscles in your legs can no longer maintain their terse nature, dropping the suspension you had in his lap slightly to give better access to your nether regions. Even still, Iwai couldn’t stop now. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Mune, fuck fuck fuck fuck holy shit I’m gonna—“

“Just let go, baby,” his voice is sardonically sweet despite his damn near malicious actions. A third finger joins the rest of the digits mercilessly pounding away at your insides, stretching you beyond what you were used, while your abused clit cried for him to stop. That cry coming in the form of your walls squeezing around his fingers until a gush of fluid secretes itself onto his palm. Thanks to the breakneck speed of his movements and the sheer force of your orgasm, your release sprays all onto his bare chest and the waistband of his boxers, even parts of his face. “God damn, woman,” he pants out, a new hunger forming in the pit of his belly. Despite you trying to catch your breath, Iwai pulls his fingers from your core and wraps his soaked hand behind your neck and crushes your lips to his.

Tasting yourself on him is a strangely delightful experience. The slight saltiness of your emission mixed with the signature musk of his skin and sweetness from an overdose of suckers has you groaning throatily into the kiss. Shamelessly your pelvis grinds into his, rubbing his proud, protruding covered cock along your tingling slit. His hands move from where they are holding you against your neck and hips, hooking into the waistband of your borrowed bottoms before pulling them off of your lower half. It’s tricky to maneuver with the way he refuses to stop kissing you—he can’t stop, he learns—but he manages to guide the clothing off of you somehow.

The only thing separating the two of you now was thin, soaked boxers and your last chance to walk away from one another.

Not that you would.

Instead, you hook your claws into the elastic of his boxers, suspending yourself above his lap momentarily to slide the fabric past his knees. Your soaked entrance slides along the length of him, greeting him with lubricant. Iwai grits his teeth as you do so, throwing his head back before he pulls your head down to rest your forehead against his sweaty skin. His grey eyes bore straight into yours, electricity sparking between the two of you. “Y-ya sure, [name]?”

Rather than answer, you swivel your hips to slide his cock in before slamming the entirety of his girth inside you in one fell swoop. In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea with the way you can feel the mushroom head of his weeping cock knocking at your cervix or the way the width of his cock stretches you even further than three of his massive fingers. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You howl and sob, head thrown back as you nearly sob from the intrusion. Through heavy pants, Munehisa anchors your hips in place so that you can’t pull away, no matter how torturous for the both of you.

“Just stay still, baby, don’t move.”

“M-Mune, it hurts.”

“Well nobody told ya to shove my whole dick in at once, idiot,” the two of you share a laugh for a moment before he guides you to rest on his chest while your cunt stretched and acclimated to his dick.

“I-I wanted to,” you whimper as he shifts ever so slightly, the curls of his pubis scraping along your thighs.

“Yeah, baby? You wanted to? That why you started hanging around my kid—to try to get daddy’s dick?” His salacious words cause your walls to pulsate around him, squeezing him further in and making him groan at the contraction. “That’s it, isn’t it? Naughty lil girl, you don’t deserve my mercy.” His large hands, wrapping every square centimeter of your hips, began to jostle you in a way to rub your skin together before they start lifting you up in his lap. It’s a reprieve, almost, having his large cock begin to withdraw until his hands force your pelvis back down onto him.

“M-Mune,” you whine, “still hurts.” But the curses and cries do nothing to slow down his rhythm. If anything, Munehisa plants his feet on the tatami mats below him to thrust himself further up into you every time he brought your hips back down. The lightning and thunder painting the sky past the sliding door is merely a full thought, each violent thrust of his cock much more noticeable than nature’s storm.

“Tell me the truth and maybe I’ll go a little easier on you!” He howls, no longer giving a shit if Kaoru heard the lewd slapping of his heavy ballsack against your skin or the breathless cries leaving your lungs. Okay, that was a lie, he did care. But it was more of a subconscious thought buried at the back of his mind that was drowned out by the mere thought of stuffing you full of his cum. The idea alone was enough to drown out the wordless babbles leaving your mouth in accompaniment to the drool dripping from the seam of your lips. “Gonna take my cum like a good girl, baby?”

“Y-yes, please! Please!” You warble, squeezing your walls around his thick cock like a vice. His thrusts are relentless, his hips skyrocketing towards your limp body that can no longer stand his brutality. Iwai’s head is thrown back once again as you collapse forward, your body too numb as your second orgasm begins to wrack through, allowing you to nestle into his bare throat. “‘M so close, Mune.” Your bones are turning to jelly, you notice, as you snake your hands towards your clit for the final push.

Well, attempt to anyway.

Iwai smacks your hand away with blinding speed, thrusts slowing down a fraction as he does so before his hand replaces yours on your nub. “Only I get to make you cum from now on, got it?”

“Then hurry up and fucking do it!” You howl, sinking your teeth into whatever parts of his flesh you can reach. The pads of three of his fingers are relentlessly scrubbing away at your clit, a mixture of both of your slop spraying over the both of you. “Oh god yes, right there! Right there!”

“Fuck!” Iwai sobs as his balls tighten before flooding your pussy with his cum, his thrusts becoming languid as he sees his release all the way through. At the same time, the throbbing of his dick while he cums resonates within your walls, amplifying the rush of him attacking your clit. “Mm, come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for me, fucking cum for me.” You aren’t sure what exactly does you over—if it’s his gently softening, massive cock still twitching inside you or the way his digits know just how to play with your bundles of nerves or the way he called you “baby”— but your body tenses one last time as the blue hue of lightning fills the living room.

“Munehisa,” your voice comes as a broken trill, though his name is clear as day, as you release one last time, a waterfall running and soaking his fingers. Proud of his work, Iwai slows his pace down until his fingers are moving dully to bring you down from your overstimulation. The both of you are panting and sweating, nearly half-dead from the exhaustion.

“C’mere, baby,” he purrs in your ear after god knows how many minutes passed. You hiss when he carefully removes his flaccid length from within you, globs of cum dripping from your walls. Without thinking, Iwai takes two fingers to catch the loose emission and stuffs it back inside you for good measure. He never asked if you were on any form of contraceptive—part of him almost hopes that you aren’t. “Lemme clean ya up a lil.”

“Mm, can’t move.” Munehisa chuckles, wrapping his large hands around your thighs before hoisting the both of you up. Despite the action being chaste, your whole abused body tingles at the movement. He carries the both of you towards the bathroom, setting you down on the narrow space of the vanity before untangling your koala-like limbs from his body. Without saying anything, he grabs a washcloth, running it under the tap and wipes away the loose cum that’s already starting to dry and crust over.

It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, the way his grey eyes have grown cold, and it seems he’s hyper focused on cleaning your skin as best he can. You elect to ignore the fact that he’s making damn sure not to let any cum that’s sitting in your pussy out. Even after he’s cleaned you and himself off, the two of you are lingering in the bathroom in silence, unsure of who should speak first. It seemed it would have to be you. Again.

Finally finding strength in your gelatinous state, you hop off the vanity, grabbing one of Munehisa’s large hands and lead him back out to his room.

“I should sleep on the couch,” he says quietly, though he makes no motion to get up from where both of your naked bodies are pressed on the tops of the sheets. You only shake your head in reply, holding onto his hand even tighter.

“I don’t care if it was dirty talk or what,” you start, recalling the salacious title Munehisa granted himself, “but I have no ill intention towards Kaoru or you. So as long as you let me keep coming around you both, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.” He’s quiet for a moment, eyes darkening at he stares at the floor in contemplation. When he says nothing, you try again. “Will you let me stay, Mune?” The weapons dealer’s head snaps towards you. How the fuck had just his name come to have such a bewitching hold on him? Had it always sounded so pretty? So loved?

It was it just because it was from your lips?

“If I let you stay, I might not let you go.”

“I never said to let me go.”

[yesvaldemarharder]

Fem! Reader x All Courtiers || Open Your Legs, Little Magician~ || Part 1: Vlastomil x Fem! Reader

If you have noticed from the title this is going to be a juicy one.. I’m here to earn now that is is one of my major fantasies for The Arcana so you can judge if you want but I won’t fucking care because I know for a fact considering how many of you liked the Nsfw with Arcana post I made...that you all get hella horny just like me.

Um so I’m not sure how to do explain what I’m about to write but please work with me here...

Kinks Included: breeding kink, edge play, dom/sub, primal, medical kink, role play, Service Top Vlastomil, sensation play, rough sex, pet play, cock and ball torture, overstimulation, oral sex, consensual nonconsent, consent, collaring, aftercare.

What To Look Forward To/Watch Out For: sex between literally everyone...Vulgora x Valdemar, Vulgora x Vlastomil, Vlastomil x Volta, Valdemar x Vlastomil, Vulgora x Volta, Valdemar x Valerius. Roles can and will be switched wherever I feel like it. Also...A LOT OF P*RN SCENES HERE!

Enjoy Babes! Also if anyone wants to do a literate rp, join a Arcana server I plan on making, or simply talk about kinks hmu!

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When Valdemar came up to you the last thing you suspected them to bring up was something like that.. something as lewd as sharing yourself with the other courtiers.. What even made them think of that, sure sometimes you would notice that hungry look in Vulgora’s eyes when you sat in Valdemar’s lap or how Volta bit her lip around you from time to time but really this had never come to mind.

You would have never thought of them asking that of you nor have you ever thought of agreeing to such.

Next week, 10:44 pm. That was the time, the plan to meet each other...when all the lights were out and not so many eyes would be around. The only time everyone would be free from their busy schedules in order to breed like rabbits. You were... excited. Excited to do this under their noses- away from the eyes of the Count and Countess. You wondered what they would do if they knew you, their precious little witch, would be skipping a meeting with them in order for a night of pleasures. Honestly you couldn’t care less especially not with Vlastomil towering over you at the moment, your body bent over the desk- books tossed down on the floor as he’s hands ran over your body.

How’d you get here? Well to be honest you didn’t know for sure. You had been alone looking around for something to do when a presence suddenly made itself known. For a second you thought it was Valdemar but with the energy you knew better. You greeted Vlastomil with a sweet grin, his height making you look up at him like a child to a parent. He returned the look before swinging on closer to you, invading person space but you didn’t mind.

“Y/n! Darling! I was just looking for you, are you busy?”

He asked looking around at the area you decided to surround yourself in. The lights off and just a candle to light the way. The candle flickered as you purred.

“Of course not Praetor, what can I assist you with today?”

You asked coyly before looking over him biting you lip, now that you thought about it you only talked about the plan with Valdemar, did everyone else know? You didn’t now but as you looked over his body you notice a rather large bulge in his trousers and a blush coloring his cheeks. You smirked feeding into that horny side of you, feeding the slut that his behind closed doors.

“Did your worm get out again Praetor sir?~”

You teased closing the distance as you playfully tugged on his robes making him come closer, he came over until the small of your back met the desk and his hands caging you in. Vlastomil giggled leaning down kissing your cheek which you gladly permitted, his lips cool against your hot skin as he kisses led to your exposed neck. You shivered snaking your hand in front of his pants before cupping the heavy load he was supporting. You felt him shiver, his cock twitching making you purr once more. He bit down on your neck making you jump a little feeling the sharp fangs.

“Not yet~ Did Quaestor tell you of our plans yet?”

You nodded rubbing him, you hand rubbing up and down, squeezing him, groping in love with the feeling in of him in your smaller hands. He loved it too, before Valdemar told you of any plans you did have a little something for each courtier..When it came to Vlastomil you did get touchy with each other but nothing like this before but shit, you didn’t mind. Vlastomil grabbed your dress, pulling it up revealing your thighs, stockings hugging them. His hand slithered between your legs, his middle finger pressing firmly against your clothed clit.

You jerked, hips bucking at the sudden touch your hand moving from his cock to his hip. Your nails digging into the fabrics wanting him closer. You moaned wrapping your other arm around his shoulders as your breath hitched.

“V-Vlastomil~”

He giggled as his finger slipped past you panties which were quickly growing wet. He teased you entrance, the digit sliding in and out rubbing against your pink insides. You trembled around him whining when he pulled the talented fingers away. He kissed you ear catching your slowly drifting attention.

“Turn around little magician, as much as I want to breed you now is not the time. We must hurry”

He let you go and quickly, like a trained dog you flipped over ready to get your treat.

-

You bit your lip peeking back at him as his hands found your hips, his front pressed against your back as he shuddered. Even in the dark room you could see his heavy blush and you cooed a little, your panties slick with need as you rolled your hips back against that heavy noticeable bulge. Vlastomil grunted lightly, his cock twitching in his pants as he pulled up your shirt showing your underwear and the soaked part between your thighs. You shuddered getting impatient, you shouldn’t be doing this..one reason being that to between the Count and Countess was like wishing for death and not to mention you knew the others would be angry.

However, the burning in your belly was getting worse... a coil that could only be released once you were filled to the brim with seed, bred like some sex slave, manhandled like some slut. Oh god you were so wet..

“Come on Praetor~ Hurry up, we don’t have much time- haah~”

He stops you giving your plump ass a quick slap, the hit making you jump and look forward again as he leans against you, over you, on top of you. His robes running over your back as he hand moves between you legs cupping your pussy, massaging the clothed clit...chuckling as you tremble, shaking lewdly under him. He’s in your ear, his lips clasping around the sensitive flesh before both his tongues dart out teasing you. He hums as he tugs your panties aside carefully running a nail around your vulva.

You jump, a gasp leaving your lips as your hips snap back to meet his desperate for more touch. You want it, want it so fucking bad. You couldn’t wait till next week and Vlastomil was currently being one reason.

“It’s a few thousand years too soon for YOU to be bossing me around, little magician. Be patient or suffer the consequences.”

He spoke with a teasing edge, even so, you could tell how serious he was. That didn’t stop you from whining like a little bitch though. He seemed to ignore it, voices from outside catching your ears and for a second you grew worried, his hand tugging the panties aside exposing your heat to cool air and you arched letting out a little moan. His cock was suddenly on you, you wondered if he had used some of his demon power to free himself but as he pulled back and slid his cock between your folds your found that you didn’t really care for the answer. His hands on your ass kneeding the mass panting as he watched his cock in and out from between your thighs.

The grinding of his cock, slipping and sliding against you as you held your thighs shut had you whimpering. Slick, wet and sloppy sounds coming out as he sped up, lean hips slapping against your own as your clit grew harder, more sensitive. The last thing you expected was for one of his thrust to angle and his throbbing cock to slam into you. The sensation surprised both of you and a cry of pain and pleasure almost came out of you, quickly he covered your mouth groaning as he pressed over your back firmly rolling his hips just the right way to be massaging your g-spot.

You choked out a sob, an orgasm rushing through you making you tremble all over as you coating his cock in your liquid. He let out a gasp before slowing his hips leaning over to chuckle in your ear. It was teasing once again, to rile you up...and you fucking loved it. The hand over your mouth trailed down to your throat, clasping around it tightening as his other hand gave you ass another slap. You choked out a moan, eyes rolling and cheeks a dark crimson as he spoke.

“Already, my little magician? I haven’t even done anything drastic yet...”

He pouted against you leaning in to kiss your lips tilting your chin his way, you happily returned it, legs shaking uncontrollably at the sex no human man had ever giving you. You were a little embarrassed, he really had done little and you came like a faucet. Any human man you slept with weren’t as nearly as good, couldn’t tease you G-spot like Vlastomil had just done.. you moaned against his mouth wiggling your hips, you sloppy pussy squeezing his stiff cock as he hummed. His tongues slid out licking your bottom lip before he pulled away letting go of your throat. The voices in the hall still present as he pulled out, his cock long and veiny, your orgasm running down the underside dripping off his balls and you found the want to suck him off. You whines though turning your head to glare at him.

“W-what are you doing, where a-are you going? We’re not finished yet!”

You spoke brattily. He chuckled pulling his trousers back up, stuffing himself back into his pants. Once finished he came back and place his hand on your ass, he spread you cheeks revealing the flushed pink pussy of yours and tight asshole which he could gaureente wouldn’t stay tight for long. Air seeping in your pussy made you shudder- moving your hips a little made a farting sound and he cooed. His eyes looked to yours making you blush more.

“Careful with how you speak darling, you’ll get more sooner or later. For now, you’ll have to deal with it. I must go now, duty calls. Good luck getting the smell of me off you.”

He smiled innocently as he gave your ass one last slap, a hand bruise appearing much like the others colored your (s/c) skin before he gently rubbed the mass before turning on his heel.

“Good luck darling, you’ll need it.”

He growled the last part before opening the doors, light flooding the room kissing your skin before he closed the door behind him leaving you there needy for more. You scoffed though a bit pouty, as you got up on slightly shaky legs. You felt a little sore but it was bearable, you slid your panties back up huffing at the wet feeling they still held.. you pulled your shirt back down watching as it fluttered before walking over to the door. You peeked out, you didn’t want any of the more ‘loyal’ servants to figure anything out.

It was clear, some people were still around but not so many that you couldn’t slip away. Vlastomil most have made some room for you.. it did take two to tango afterall, if you got caught he did too. He slid out the room fixing your messy hair as you went off to continue your day elsewhere.

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | eat me | peter quill {m}

PROMPTS USED:

Impulse + “Open your mouth” + in a kitchen ( on counter/table) + with food + distracting each other with sex + “you know… there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

NOTES:

Fun fact... Astrilde is another older MCU original character. Although until now, this very moment, she resided solely in my teeny lil brain. Idk why, but when I put this prompt set together I was like, this is perfect to test her with Starlord. And so, I did.

Second fun fact. Astrilde is to Norse mythology what Cupid is to all of us, IIRC. I could be wrong here, but I do believe I remember her being the ‘goddess’ or deity of love, something akin to Cupid. If I’m wrong, soz. That’s why I chose her name. And yes.. She is another one of Odin’s ‘spoils’ of war. Like Loki, Frigga took to her, this is why she wasn’t locked away with their other sister.

Third fun fact... I feel like the rust is finally coming off and it feels great, so... enjoy I guess?

PAIRING:

Starlord / Peter Quill x OFC, Astrilde

WARNINGS:

Sex in a kitchen. Liiight foodplay. Oral sex. Body fluids. A cute attempt at dirty talk... Oh, unprotected sex because guess what, kids? The bitch who wrote this forgot to slip in a condom being put on, yet again.. Breeding kink if you squint ( and no, it’s NOT on Peter’s end, hehe.) 

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                                PETER & ASTRILDE in 

                                          EAT ME

Black Sabbath blasted from the kitchen area of their wing and Peter Quill raised a brow, making his way towards the sound. He leaned in the doorway, toying with the towel wrapped around his neck and he snickered to himself as he watched the blonde within the room dance around the kitchen gathering fruit, whipped cream and a generous sized jar of Nutella. Their snack of choice for the little movie night tradition they’d started about a month ago, when neither of them could sleep and both found themselves awake in the wee morning hours. He couldn’t help but smile to himself a little more as he watched her moving around the kitchen.

Just as Joan Jett began to play and the blonde in question began to sway her hips side to side and sing along, a throat cleared from behind Peter.

He turned and found himself body to body with Thor. Thor shook his head and folded his arms over his chest. “I see you’re watching her again. You do that a lot. And maybe, as her brother, I’m not fond of it.”

Peter swallowed hard, a glare forming. He scoffed and shook his head. Peter and Astrilde were just close friends, that was all.

Wasn’t it?

For just a second, he paused as he reasoned with himself. She was quite literally, part goddess. And despite how far he’d come, he still had a long road ahead because the pain and the memories remained. Being around her made him happy almost instantly and it kept his mind off of all the things in his past that had gone wrong. He hoped that her being around her made her happy and a lot less homesick for the place that she and her brothers hailed from.

They were just friends and yet… Thor and Loki both seemed to enjoy breathing down his neck about her.

They did it almost daily.

Not to mention, lately… Peter couldn’t deny there was something building between the two of them. The last thing he needed was her two brothers catching wind and driving a wedge into their friendship.

Her throat cleared from behind Thor, putting the standoff between the two men to a dead halt. Thor immediately thrust out his shirt to his younger half sister. “Put it on.”

“I’m an adult, Thor. And it’s hot.” Astrilde argued, pouting up at her brother. Thor gave her a dirty look, then he tried handing the shirt to her again. Astrilde gave a soft laugh as she shook her head slowly. Icewater eyes drifted from Thor to Peter Quill and pouty lips curved upward. Her hand raised, tangling in thick waves. “Starlord, hi.”

“Oh don’t start that again.” Thor grumbled, stepping from between the two and moving into the kitchen, helping himself to a few banana slices and some white grapes. He leaned against the kitchen island, watching them like a hawk.

When Loki appeared beside Thor, Astrilde’s smile turned to a pout and she muttered something to herself that Peter couldn’t quite make out.

But then, she spoke up.

“Don’t both of you have somewhere to be right now?”

Thor and Loki shared a look, eyes shifting to their youngest sibling. Loki nodded to Peter, giving him the usual dismissive nod. “I see you’re entertaining peasants again. We’ve discussed this. To use your gift on… that man.. Is to squander it, Astrilde.”

“I repeat.. Both of you have somewhere to be. Is this correct? I love you both but you have to realize that I’m no little girl anymore. You do not have to guard me every waking moment. My virtue is mine to protect… Or to squander. ” Astrilde repeated it again, more firmly. Her eyes darted from Thor to Loki and after a few seconds, she was taking hold of each of their arms, gently leading them both towards the door. “Go on, you two. I know good and well that both of you have dates tonight. It is rude to keep a woman waiting.”

“But…” Thor protested, giving Peter some serious side eye. “You do not need to be alone with the likes of him. I can call my Jane. Perhaps we can go out another night.” 

Thor got the distinct sense that his younger half sibling was up to something, she and Loki shared a certain look in their eyes whenever they were. And right now, Astrilde’s eyes were practically glowing with mischief… With something else, too. Thor didn’t even want to think about it.

“You… get whatever you came for and leave. Otherwise, you won’t enjoy the dire consequence.” Loki’s gaze flickered over Peter as he squared up. Truth be told, the writing was already there on the wall, the chips were in place and set to fall where they may. Loki enjoyed seeing his younger half sister happy. But the man was crude. And a mere mortal. His apprehension stemmed from his concern for Astrilde’s happiness. But he knew her well enough by now to know that once she made up her mind, she stopped at nothing to accomplish what she wanted.

He’d seen her bend the will of many men before.

He grumbled and under her warning gaze, he saw himself out too, catching up to Thor in the hallway.

Once they were alone in the kitchen, Astrilde took a deep breath and switched her focus. Peter was standing by the fridge now, peering into it, digging around. She slunk up behind him, pressing the icy bottled water to the back of his neck just as he straightened to full height. Peter tensed ever so slightly, a quiet hiss coming at the icy sensation against heated skin. He turned to face her, staring down as she held up the bottled water, giving him one of those mischief filled little smiles.

“I thought you’d be coming in thirsty.” Astrilde’s soft laugh filled the thickening tension and heavy silence between the two of them and Peter found himself stepping just a little closer.

Everything he’d been thinking about heavily as of late chose that exact second to flood his brain and before he could stop himself, his hand was wandering down, resting cautiously against the curve of her left hip. With his other hand, he took the bottled water, clearing his throat, brown eyes darting to the tray heaped with sliced fruit behind her on the counter and he chuckled.

“Someone was hungry.” Peter managed to get the words out while trying not to stare at her too hard. Because he was noticing all these little things about her lately… And the more he stared lately, the more he found himself drawn in deeper.

He had to stop it from happening.

But as he stood there, one thing became apparent… Did he really want to stop it, whatever this was, from happening?

No… No, he didn’t.

Astrilde shrugged mysteriously, not bothering to break his gaze when his eyes finally locked on her again. She raised a hand, toying with his chest, her other hand resting on a broad and muscular shoulder. She felt him going slack under her touch and her smile grew. “ It’s too bad that none of that is what I truly want.” she pouted at the last word.

Peter coughed, found himself stepping closer. “Oh yeah? I mean, it looks pretty good to me.” his eyes moved from the petite blonde pressed against him lightly to the tray of fruit behind her. To distract himself, he twisted the cap off the bottled water, guzzling half of it down in a hurry.

“Well, like I said. None of it is what I truly want.” her voice was this soft purr as a fingertip danced over his chest again. Peter bit his lip to stop the groan threatening to break free from his mouth. He chuckled lightly.

She had to be up to something. She was certainly in a playful mood today.

His voice took on a similar teasing tone when he stepped closer. It hit him then just how perfectly her forehead hit the center of his chest. He tried to shove that out, but it was joined with how good soft curves felt molded to his body. And he tried to shove out that thought too, but it was no use. His eyes locked on her lips, their soft almost candied apple color. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath almost immediately after. The feeling that Astrilde was up to something only grew. “Oh yeah? Well what is it you really want, hm?”

Astrilde caught on to the fact that Peter was fully unaware of exactly what she was up to, as per usual. The thought had her giggling softly, raising to tiptoe to give a playful fluff to his hair. In doing that, she made sure to mold her body almost completely against his. She heard the catching of his breath in his throat and she broke away just a shade, staring up at his mouth intently.

Did she keep going? Or did she back down?

Keep going, of course.

“Are you gonna answer me, Astrilde?” Peter tried his best to keep what he thought was a firm tone, but his voice wavered slightly, getting thicker and lower with each word as it came. He found himself pressing against her just a little more.

“Mhm. Are you sure you can’t guess first though, Peter?” she was pressing closer, reaching out behind her and grabbing a strawberry, taking a bite. The juice from the fruit trickled down the corners of her mouth and naturally, Peter’s eyes caught on it. And before he could stop himself, he was reaching out, smearing his thumb over it. And then he was raising his thumb to her lips, resting it almost casually against them.

God, they were every bit as soft as he thought. The sudden tightening of his sweats had him shuffling his feet, hoping to hell that she didn’t feel him getting hard.He opened his mouth, closing it again quickly when he realized that of course, no words were coming.

And he was never the kind of guy without something to say.

“I..” he finally managed, after a struggle. 

“Yeah?” Astrilde was on her tiptoes again, her mouth dangerously close to his. So close that when she spoke, her lips brushed right up against his. She bit back a whimper. Each and every little touch had her practically purring. And yet, left her wanting more, just like she always seemed to where Peter Quill was concerned. “Open your mouth, Peter.” she instructed after raising the hand that held the remaining half of the strawberry she’d bitten into in it. She had to do something.

She needed something to do to break the ice. Just until she figured out whether she was about to make a serious mistake.

Peter’s lips parted and Astrilde stuck the strawberry between them. Peter bit into it, groaning at the overripe sweetness. And at the way it felt when she moved just a little and wound up rubbing herself right against him.

Could she feel what she was fucking doing to him right now?

He wasn’t entirely sure.

On the one hand, her face was flushed and she kept making these soft little noises whenever she did. On the other, she didn’t seem to react other than that. And with Astrilde being as playful as she was, it was always hard for anyone to tell just what was going on in her head.

His resolve snapped after that happened. He couldn’t have taken it a second longer if he tried. Fingers dug into either one of her hips and she went from merely pressed against him to being molded against his body. If he needed any assurance that what he was thinking about doing was the right thing, the way her eyes fluttered open and closed only to open again and the little lip lick that accompanied this was going to have to be enough.

His hands roamed downward going from her hips to squeeze her ass and rub her against him even more as he slid her up his body and sat her on the counter, right next to the tray of fruit.

Her legs squeezed at his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at his mouth intently. Despite having gotten this far in her little plan to finally clue him in to her true feelings… She wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed.

Lucky for her, Peter seemed to be willing to take the lead. His lips latched onto her top lip, tugging it between them and she moaned quietly, rubbing against him as she scooted forward to be closer. Her lips tugged impatiently at his lower lip and when his tongue slipped out, trailing over the outline of her mouth, she gasped and a shiver went racing down her spine.

His hands moved over her thighs, gripping and squeezing. The classic rock that he normally preferred gave way to some newer music, a guy that Natasha had Astrilde listening to lately called Somo or something. The suggestive lyrics to the song Mirror only seemed to add another layer of tension to the air around them and it was hitting him hard and fast that it was really hard to breathe. One hand left her thigh, tangling in thick blonde waves at the back of her head, pulling her mouth against his all over again, deeper. He felt her fingertips digging into his shoulder and dragging carefully over his scalp on the other hand as it came to rest on the back of his neck.

His tongue tangled with hers, the taste of wild and over ripe strawberries filling his mouth and making it water. His teeth hooked on her lower lip, tugging at it until it was swollen and starting to turn a deeper shade of red. The hand left on her thigh squeezed as he took a deep breath, prepared himself to pull away from the kiss just so they could both kind of catch their breath.

“It’s hot in here.” Astrilde couldn’t think of anything else to  say. She shook her head about it, giving a soft laugh as she wondered briefly if he’d caught on yet.

“Mhm.” Peter managed to mutter the answer to what she’d just mumbled, staring at her a few seconds. “It is. And you never answered my question.” Peter stared down at her intently, reaching out beside them to grab another strawberry. He dragged it through the little bowl of whipped cream, preparing to take a bite. Anything to distract himself at this point. To try and figure out just what to do next; how far he truly wanted to go with this.

He only knew one thing for certain. One kiss wasn’t enough. One kiss merely sparked a fire. Now that fire was lit and Peter was struggling with whether he wanted to put it out or fan the flames.

Astrilde gripped his wrist, guiding the whipped cream covered strawberry to her own mouth after Peter had taken one bite. She stared up at him a second or two. She could sense him struggling. He was worried, she picked up on it. Something about his ability to make a complete and total fucking mess out of pretty much everything. All the loss in his past. The way he felt like he’d never be enough for her.

It left her speechless and almost totally blown away. But most of all, excited. Because suddenly, this whole complicated scenario became a thousand times easier.

“There wasn’t a thing  to eat in this kitchen until you walked in. Does that answer your question?” she almost choked on the bite she’d taken of her food as the line left her mouth and she busied herself trailing her fingertips over his skin almost gingerly, barely touching him.

Because the way he tensed and his breath caught always made her smile a little. She knew it got to him whenever she did this.

Peter nearly choked on the bite he’d taken of the strawberry, using her distraction to guide it back to his mouth. He leaned in just a little as it suddenly hit him all at once.

Oh, she was up to something alright.

She was dropping some major clues here. If he really thought about it, she’d been trying to clue him in for a while now.

Knowing this, it made putting up any kind of fight; putting any kind of stop to what was happening… he didn’t want to stop and he wasn’t going to try. He was tired of trying to avoid risks that not too long ago, before the Snap and everything that happened during that… He’d never have wasted a second.

He chuckled quietly, stepping closer. Her legs wrapped around him to hold him where he stood between her legs and he reached out, dragging a fingertip through melted dark chocolate. He raised his finger, dragging it over her lips. Her lips parted and she gripped his wrist, slipping the chocolate coated digit into her mouth. Peter gave a quiet growl and as soon as she’d licked his fingertip clean of the chocolate, he was leaning in, his hand gripping her thigh harder, his other hand going to her hair again, guiding her mouth back to his and into another deep and bruising kiss. The palm resting against her thigh ghosted over it, disappearing up the hem of the shorts she was wearing. She came alive at this, rubbing against him almost frantically. “What if I told you that you taste better, hm?” Peter muttered quietly against her mouth as his tongue parted her lips, tracing over her teeth, slipping between them and tangling with her tongue.

“I’d say doubtful, Peter.” Astrilde answered breathlessly, leaning back just a little, her lower back meeting the cool marble countertop. Peter bent down with her, his mouth leaving her mouth to venture down her neck, lips latching onto skin infrequently, but leaving behind the smallest hints of marks each time he did.

Giving into impulse had gotten things this far. And it seemed like neither of them were inclined to stop things from going further. His hands slid up her abdomen, tugging up the crop top she was wearing, throwing it over her head as soon as he worked it off her. Her hand wandered down, an impatient whimper as she tugged at the waistband of his sweats, trying to pull them downward. Peter chuckled and shook his head, muttering against the swell of her breast just before latching his lips onto soft skin exposed there, “Not yet.”

“Peter, p-please.” begging was so not her area of expertise. As used to getting exactly what she wanted as she happened to be, this was all brand new to her. And Peter picked right up on it. The sound of her pleading with him had him groaning. His lips danced lower, his teeth tugging at the lace edged cup of her bra. Astrilde rose up a little, giving him room to unfasten and as soon as she did, Peter tore it away, tossing it aside with her shirt. She pouted a little, soft laughter against the shell of his ear as she purred out, “Hey, that was my favorite bra.”

“And it was in my way, princess.” Peter muttered back as his tongue circled her nipple, the circles getting smaller and smaller until her nipple stood at a rigid point. Her hand dipped down, disappearing down the front of his sweats, a soft smirk coming as soon as she realized that he went without any sort of underwear. Her hand circled his cock, pumping up and down slowly. Peter’s breath caught in his throat and he growled quietly against the skin of her stomach whilst dancing his lips over it, “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

“Mhm.. I’m rather enjoying it.” Astrilde gasped out just as he leaned her back more, leaving a bite mark just above the elastic waistband of the pull on gym shorts she’d been wearing. His teeth caught in fabric, starting to tug downward as he raised his eyes, fixing them on her. Watching her squirm and the way her head fell back or the way her eyes fluttered open and shut.

Tugging down her shorts and panties, he sank down to kneel between her legs, his hands prying them apart, spreading her open wide for him. He stopped long enough to chuckle, biting his lip as he looked up at her. She gasped quietly as she felt the warmth of his tongue when he dragged it right up the inside of her thigh. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow rubbed against her skin, leaving a light burning sensation behind and she tensed, sucking in a sharp breath, her hand lowering, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly at it the higher he got up her thighs.

“And I’m going to prove it too.” Peter muttered quietly against soft and slick skin, groaning at the faintest taste of her as it filled his tongue.

“You are, hmm?” Astrilde gasped as his tongue brushed almost carelessly right over her slit before moving upward more, teasing at circling her clit. His fingers made their way up her thighs, working open dripping folds and making her moan, rock her hips upward as they buried deep inside her warmth, getting her used to being stretched.

His tongue worked its’ way around her clit, passing over the center of it, lips catching hold of the small circular bundle of nerves and sucking, sending a shiver racing through her body as his fingers worked in and out deeper. Her legs wound up over his shoulder for the time being and Peter growled at the way wetness pooled on his fingertips and his tongue. 

“-oh… oh fuck. Peter.” Astrilde moaned out, rocking her hips upward almost greedily as she sought out the fastest way to bring her orgasm on. She couldn’t take all this teasing and the build to it. She wanted him. Buried to the hilt inside her. Plowing her so hard her back bounced off the marble countertop.

“You’ve got a dirty little mouth on you, princess.” Peter chuckled, the sound sending a shockwave of pleasure ripping through her center. When he felt her fingers tugging at his hair again, he stopped to glance up at her. “You can pull harder if you want.”

That little grin and the gleam in his eye had her realizing that maybe he liked it a little on the rougher side. And she looked forward to finding out just how much rougher he could be. Because sometimes a woman just gets sick and fucking tired of being treated like she’s fragile or she’s made of glass.

His rough lips felt like heaven against her dripping cunt and she couldn’t stop the wanton moans that ripped from the back of her throat, one of her hands digging into the edge of the counter while the other continued to clutch at and card through his thick light brown hair. His tongue pushed deeper into her core, circling and swirling, making her suck in a breath and whimper even louder. She kept moaning his name, over and over. The slightest rattling of the potrack overhead had the two of them laughing quietly. Peter stopped to gaze up at her again, a lustful glow almost making brown eyes sparkle. Astrilde sat up and leaned down, her fingers curling beneath his chin, greedily pulling his mouth to her own, groaning at the way she tasted on his tongue. The act of her boldly kissing him got Peter a lot more riled up and he was breaking the kiss, pushing her back flat against the counter as he leaned down, muttered against soft lips, “I’m starving, princess.”

“Oh, I bet you are, Starlord.”

And that… that drove him right over the edge. The use of his other identity had him smirking against her dripping cunt as he settled back between her thighs. His nose bumped against her pelvic mound as his hands gripped her hips, tilting them upward, his tongue plunging back in deep, circling and swirling. Astrilde’s head fell back and her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her legs fell open wider and Peter’s tongue continued it’s merciless attack on her dripping cunt. “I told you, didn’t I? I told you  you’d be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” he practically growled the words as she tried to rock her hips upward to meet his mouth, only to have his hand grip at one, holding her against the counter. Holding her spread open as he slowed down, savoring the taste of her.

“Peter, please!” she managed to gasp, the sound echoing off the wall, competing with the rattling of the pot rack mounted overhead whenever it moved just a little. Her cunt was throbbing; probably worse than she had ever ached in her entire life and all she wanted to do was cum, but all Peter seemed intent on doing was driving her right to the brink and then forcing her to step back.

Like he did when he stopped and she felt his tongue lazily trailing over her folds, 2 broad stripes, one straight and one half circular to form the letter P. She moaned louder, fingers digging into his shoulders to grip. He growled quietly. By the time he got to the R in his name, she was shaking and tears of pure frustration were burning at her eyes.

“Let go, princess. C’mon. Let me taste you.” Peter muttered firmly, glancing up to meet her gaze. His cock was throbbing, literally all he wanted right now was to be buried deep inside her, fucking her slow and deep, almost driving her into the counter.

With a shudder, Astrilde felt her orgasm ripping through her. Her hips bucked against his tongue and Peter groaned at the taste of her filling his mouth even more, the way she dripped, even as he did his best to lick her clean. He rose up to a standing position, swearing and raising his hand to his head when a pan dangling caught him right in the forehead. Laughing, he lowered his mouth to hers and as soon as her legs were locked around his hips again, he was sinking inch for inch of his thick length deep into her core, staying still because he felt her tense in his arms. 

“You okay?” Peter eyed her in concern, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as his hand smoothed over her hair, tucking it behind her ears.

“Yeah, just..Have to get used to you.” Astrilde muttered almost sheepishly, adding in a lower tone against his neck, “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking big… It feels so good, Peter.” she rocked her hips against him to show that she was okay and he could move a little. Peter hissed and dug his hands into her body, slamming into her slow and deep, his hands slipping down to her ass, sliding her off the counter as he continued to bury his cock deep inside.

“Oh… Oh yeah. Right…” Astrilde gasped, rocking her hips to meet his drives into her cunt, “Right there, that’s it. C’mon… Give me all of it, baby, I need it.” she begged breathlessly, Peter growling as he slammed into her deeper, speeding up just a little at her pleading whimpers against his skin. When he bottomed out, he went still, his mouth crashing against her mouth deep as his tongue parted her lips and slipped between them to find her tongue, massaging it, dominating the kiss. As soon as he felt like he could again, he was back to it, pumping every inch into her her, hips snapping against her body, the soft smack of skin against skin echoing and clashing with the rattle of pots and pans overhead and the soft smack of their mouths every single time they met.

He felt her walls clench his cock and he groaned, peppering kisses across her collarbones, a low chuckle spilling out against her soft skin. “I know you wanna cum for me again. C’mon, princess. Don’t hold back.”

As he fucked her through her orgasm, she clung to him, meeting each drive with her own thrusts, nipping at his neck and his lips, leaving bites and marks of her own behind. Her fingers tugged at his hair and raked down his back and Peter groaned into her mouth quietly, “So close, so close, fuck.”

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare.”

“Oh, I’m not plannin on it, princess. You ready for me to fill you up?” Peter muttered against her throat as his teeth tugged and nipped at her skin, leaving even more marks. Astrilde nodded, molding herself against him, letting him fuck into her hard and deep, his hips almost slamming into her hard enough to leave bruises behind. As the warmth of his seed filled her, Astrilde gripped his cheeks, pulling his mouth against hers in a kiss that didn’t break until he’d slowed to a complete stop and both of them were lightheaded for a lack of oxygen. As they pulled apart, Astrilde sat up straighter, a pot hitting her in the forehead and Peter chuckled, pulling down her head to press his lips against the spot.

“So you were flirting with me..” he smirked at her as he held out her tee shirt. Astrilde took it, slipping it over her head and she held out his sweats to him, nipping at his collarbone as she answered softly, “You didn’t know this, Peter?” and met his gaze, blushing and giving a soft giggle.

“Your brothers are not going to be thrilled with this.”

“Do I look like a girl who gives a shit? Don’t worry, I’ll watch your back.” Astrilde’s fingers trailed lazily over Peter’s jaw and he chuckled, shrugging. “Oh, I can handle those two.”

“Says the guy who nearly climbed the drapes the last time my brother Loki turned himself to a snake to spy on us during movie night.” Astrilde gave a gentle laugh as she leaned against him, trying to continue getting herself together.

“I love you.”

Peter blinked when the three words slipped out and he stood there, in a moment’s panic until Astrilde smiled and leaned forward, muttering against his mouth, “I love you too.”

[bootyassnodt]

Can I have Risotto x female reader Nsfw dub-con :3 Also if you write about kinks can you add breeding kink & size kink please if not it’s okay. Also reader is a Squadra member

Is it getting hot in here? Thank you for the lovely request, dear Anon, it was a pleasure to write! Risotto Nero is a man of many kinks and talents, and I would love to explore him further in the future. I hope you will like this piece! (Trigger warnings for dub-con, breeding kink and size kink)

Distraction (Risotto Nero x fem!reader)

When you got into Passione, you started working in a finance team, doing some paperwork, some laundering here and there, occasional transactions to nonexistent businesses in far countries. It only made sense, as you had experience as an accountant, and your family was in debt. You liked your job, it was mundane enough and easy to talk about in family gatherings without them being suspicious that you were working for the mafia.

You were never supposed to witness an initiation test gone wrong, neither black out for days from an unbearably sharp pain in your stomach right after, but you did. You were never supposed to gain a stand only suitable for killing, hell, you weren’t even supposed to learn about stands at all, yet here you are, 3 months later, as a full blown member of La Squadra Ezecuzioni, nervously waiting at your capo’s door, after he asked for a meeting.

When you were assigned to Risotto Nero’s team of hardened assassins, you were positive that you got the opportunity of a lifetime. The work itself didn’t really bother you, it was just a job after all, and you enjoyed the privileged position belonging to this team gave you. Working for the Boss directly, while running with a gang of such experienced and attractive men was something you thought you would only see in movies. The capo himself seemed equally enthusiastic about your arrival at first. A young, small framed, almost fragile woman with a stand as deadly as any of his men’s had piqued his interest, and he was quick to announce that you will train directly with him in your first weeks. This only made sense, as Prosciutto was training Pesci with full attention, despite the latter’s questionable talent, Sorbet and Gelato were a package deal, and the others preferred to work alone, and honestly, none of them would have been suitable for the task.

However, Risotto’s behaviour towards you seemed to change after two or three weeks, and you couldn’t help but notice, how impatient he was getting with you, snapping at you for more and more insignificant things every day. Move faster, wear more camouflage, don’t bend over like this, don’t wear your hair like that, it’s no wonder that you were getting frustrated and messing up more frequently.

Today was no different, he just stormed out and left you alone with the target, and you were trying to figure out what you did wrong during the painfully long way back to the base you both spent in complete silence. Once back, you slid between Illuso and Formaggio on the sofa, and eased yourself by putting your legs up on one’s lap, and your head on another’s, when Risotto suddenly slammed his fist on the coffee table and sprung up from his favourite chair.

- My office, in fifteen minutes - his eyes almost burned a hole in your skull. - Don’t you dare to be late.

The silence was suffocating after he stormed out of the common area. Your teammates exchanged some looks, but when you started eyeing them pleadingly, they all seemed to find something very interesting on the floor. Speaking of the floor, you wished it would just open and swallow you wholly. You were sure that you were about to be fired, or even worse, and the others weren’t of any help either, so you decided to get over with it, and left the room without a word.While it felt like time has stopped altogether, you were sure it was exactly 15 minutes when you heard a metallic click from the lock, so you took a deep breath and entered the room. The office, if we call it as one, was dimly lit by that one table lamp with the clouded glass, that stood on Risotto’s desk in the far end from the door. You almost let yourself smile, as you were still amazed by how Risotto used his terrifying and dangerous stand for everyday things.

- Come here. I don’t have the whole night for that.

Your capo didn’t even look up from the papers and dossiers in front of him, but you could tell, that he was even more tense than usual.

- It cannot go on like this - he started in a low, cold voice.

- What exactly?

- Oh you know what exactly! - he barked out loud and jumped up from his chair at the same time. - The way you behave on missions… Damn, you are making it impossible to focus, and I’m sure you do it on purpose. Today, I had to leave the scene, because of you. That is not how we work here! - He stressed every word in the last sentence.

You couldn’t decide if it was a joke at first, but when your surprised expression made him boil with anger even more, you understood that he was dead serious. His booming voice sent shivers down your spine, but most parts of you were genuinely scared as he slowly stepped closer and closer to you.

- With all due respect, capo, if it’s so distracting to work with me, why don’t you just pair me up with someone else? - you didn’t even try to hide the trembling in your voice anymore.

- That is not an option. I don’t want my men to look at you and feel the same during missions.

He lowered his voice to almost a breathe as he towered over you, uncomfortably close. His smell of cologne and musk, with a slight hint of iron and whisky already filled your senses, causing a tingle all over your skin. You finally met his eyes, and while shifting your weight from one leg to another, you wondered if it was always this hot in the office. You tried to figure out his emotions from his piercing crimson gaze, but Risotto Nero was not a man too easy to read. You swallowed loudly.

- So… you want to fire me?

- No - he said firmly. - I want to fuck you.

 Your feet stuck to the ground, your eyes widened in surprise, and you didn’t want to admit it, but the pooling hotness in your core almost made you consider his offer. Except that you knew that it wasn’t an offer.

- This is not what I signed up for - you turned around to reach for the doorknob, only to hear the familiar click of the lock. 

Risotto put his hands on the door beside your head, blocking all ways of escaping. You didn’t even notice before what a giant he was compared to you. You knew you were already defeated.

Sleeping with your direct superior is unprofessional at best, and has grave consequences at worst. Yet still, it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about it. You lost counts of the nights when you were tossing and turning unable to sleep, thinking about his body, all those hard muscles under the leather attire, with his name escaping your lips among soft moans, as you were touching yourself while fantasizing about him using his immense strength against you. A part of you knew that this is exactly the situation where you could make those wet dreams come true, yet you tried to keep reminding yourself how this is a terrible idea. 

Your overthinking came to a sudden end when Risotto’s lips aggressively crashed against yours, immediately forcing his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you hungrily, and understanding how much he has been holding back before, you gave up all your defenses. Your pulse was echoing in your ears, and the throbbing between your legs begged for his touch only. Your body betrayed you, and you returned the kiss with a passion matching his, making him let out a lustful groan when you bit his lower lip.

Breaking the contact for a second, Risotto looked up and down on you with eyes full of hunger and need, and caressed down your sides, making you shiver under his touch. You couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were, and how tiny you felt compared to him. This man could easily break you, in more ways than one, you realized when your eyes caught on the huge bulge in his striped pants. He noticed your concern and smirked.

- I am not going to hurt you - he assured, then leaned close to your ears to whisper. - But don’t you dare to forget, that I could if I wanted to.

With that, as if he sensed that you couldn’t go on with teasings only, Risotto hooked his hands under your thighs, and lifted you up to his level, running your skirt up your stomach in the process. With your back against the door, you immediately clutched your legs around his waist, even though he could easily support your weight with even one hand. Your lips joined together once more, this time slower and deeper, but he soon broke the kiss to explore your neck, your earlobe and your collarbone, leaving marks and bites on the way. The first, carnal moan left your lips as he started grinding his hips into yours, his straining erection against your soaking wet underwear giving you the friction you craved. Risotto broke the trail of kisses on your neck to whisper in your ear, his voice low and raspy from lust.

- You know I’d love to try out that smart little mouth of yours, to watch you kneeling in front of me, pulling your hair while you are sucking on my cock - your eyes rolled backwards, and you got dizzy visualising his words, feeling your heartbeat in your center. You almost started begging for him to put you down and use your mouth as he would please, when he continued. - But I cannot wait any longer. I want you now.

And then, Risotto drove one of his huge, strong hands to your aching core, caressing you through the soft fabric. He tried to pull the underwear aside, but if he was just half as hazy from the lust as you were, it made sense how he just got frustrated with it instead. With an annoyed grunt, he grabbed the soaked thong, and ripped it off you with one, practised flick of his wrist. You were way past the point to make any remarks, or protest when he used the same hand to free himself from the restraint of his pants. The tip of his rock hard cock touched your entrance as he gave himself a few good strokes, and you inhaled sharply when he pushed inside of you with one, swift motion. Risotto cursed under his breath between low grunts, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the new feeling of being stretched out more than you have ever been before. When he slowly started moving in and out of you, you couldn’t help but imagine how visibly your stomach could be bulging from his huge member. This thought sent more chills right down to the forming knot in your stomach, and you unwittingly clenched your walls around his cock. Risotto took this as a sign that you got used to his sheer size, and he started thrusting faster, setting an aggressive pace, while he resumed ravaging your neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. The thought of having bruises from him, being marked by him turned you on even more, if that was possible. With his strong hands cupping and squeezing your ass with such ferocity that you knew will leave a print, your capo started moving your body up and down along his length, like you were weightless, like you were nothing more than his personal toy. Now it was your time to go for a kiss, and you savoured every moment of your tongues chasing each other, while muffling your moans and heavy panting. Your head was spinning, as you were getting closer and closer to the edge among the obscene orchestra of your laboured breaths and sweaty skin slapping together, when Risotto suddenly pulled you away from the wall and approached the other end of the room, his cock still throbbing inside you.

- I changed my mind - he groaned, sweeping all paperwork off his desk, and gently laying you on its stead. 

He easily moved your legs up to his shoulders, and with your thighs flat against your chest, he started plunging into you deeper than you thought it was possible.

 - I want to make you all mine, and mine only - his breathing got more ragged, his pace got faster with the rhythm falling apart more and more at each thrust, and while you were trying to savour the sensation of being used by someone of his size, you knew that he was also getting close. When you thought you cannot take it anymore, he reached between your feverish bodies, and started working your clit with his thumb.

- I want to put a baby in you - he hissed in your ear. - I want to fill you up to the brink with my seed a million times, and even more if that’s what it takes. I want to see you bearing my child, as you will bear all other marks of my love. I want you to know who you belong to. Do you understand?

Risotto knew all too well, that you wouldn’t be able to answer his question. His cock relentlessly ramming into you and his proficient fingers drawing shapes between your overstimulated folds would have already been enough for you to come undone, but his words finally sent you over the edge. The hotness forming in your stomach now spread across your whole body, making you lose all your senses for seconds. You had no idea how loud were you screaming his name as you let your orgasm wash through you with your back arched, and nails digging into his skin. You regained your sight and hearing just in time, when he started rutting into you even faster, until all his muscles tensed up, and he finished inside you with a deep, animalistic groan. Just as he promised, you could feel the ropes of cum filling your inside, with your walls still tightened around him until he rode out his climax before collapsing on top of you.

You spent the next minute or so in the same position, looking each other in the eye and panting heavily, trying to soak in the sensation of what you just did. When your breathing steadied a bit, he pulled himself out of you, after placing a surprisingly soft kiss on your forehead.

- Don’t move - he said in a warm tone, with a tired but reassuring smile. - Otherwise it was all in vain and we have to start over.

- Yeah, that would be terrible, I better not risk that - you smiled back as he scuffled to the other end of the room for some paper towels.

You were not supposed to sleep with your capo, let alone lay spread out on his desk, watching the ceiling, his cum still seeping out of you after moaning his name so many times as if it was a prayer, and so loud that it surely didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates. Did you mess up any of the important dossiers of the next missions? Did you mess up your reputation as a hitman? You couldn’t care less. You were the pretty little fucktoy of your capo, and hopefully soon the mother of his children as well.

[crashdevlin]

Hearts Entwined-7: Paradise

Hearts Entwined Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is the only unfinished series I will be releasing today but you’ll be getting all six chapters of what I have over the course of today.

Summary: y/n is a Wiccan from the French Mistake universe who finds herself in the Supernatural universe after finishing a spell. She’s not a fan, but she quickly sees the new place for what it is; a world with real magic. But real magic comes with real consequences.

Pairing(s): Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, OMC x Reader

Word Count: 4359

Story Warnings: Smut, 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, bloodplay, dub-con, sex curse, free-will fuckery. Angst.

Chapter Warnings: alternate universe shenanigans, Apocalypse World shenanigans, sexy starts (but no finishes), mentions of a breeding kink

You walked into the dungeon with a plate and a cup. Lucifer eyed the slider and fries warily. "Who made that? You, or one of your boyfriends?"

You set the plate on the table and smiled. "Well, it's not rabbit food, so you know Sam didn't make it, and it's greasy, flavorful-"

"You want me to put something in my mouth that Dean Winchester's hands have been all over?"

"I do it." You said, picking a french fry off of the plate and popping it into your mouth. Lucifer obviously caught your sexual meaning because his face dipped into a deeper disgust. "Just try it. You liked the food at Biggerson's? Dean's is better."

"I highly doubt that." He said, picking up the slider and sniffing at it. "So, what do you need, Orli?"

"Who says I need something?"

"You wouldn't be in here being nice if you didn't."

You smiled. "We both know that's not true. I'd be in here and I'd be being nice, either way. Don't know how to break it to you, Dad, but your kids ended up good people, despite our genetics, and my upbringing. Maybe we get it from Grandpa."

"The only thing you got from my dad was power. You've read the Bible, you know what he's like, and that's just the stuff he let them write down! Can you imagine what that asshole was really like behind the scenes? At home, in Heaven, he was an unbelievable-"

"Let me know when you're done complaining about Chuck." You started picking at your cuticles and waited for him to calm down.

"What do you want, Orli?"

"I need to know what to expect in Apocalypse World. We're gonna go save-"

"Death." He interrupted. "Expect death, because that Michael... that Michael is not my Michael. That Michael's gonna tear you apart. Look, I don't see the point, kid. Mary Winchester's already dead."

"No, she's not. She's in that cage thing you were in. Iron Maiden-y thing." You shook your head. "I know things, but not enough. I need to know everything about that universe."

Lucifer rolled his eyes and set the burger down, stretching his hand out as far as the shackles would allow. You grasped it and Lucifer's eyes went red as his memories of the other universe flooded your head. You stood, taking a few steadying breaths as you let go of his hand. "Thanks. That's good enough for me."

"You're gonna die."

"Maybe. But I still like our odds. You've got the two most resilient hunters in history, a broken angel who's just as, if not more so, resilient and two Archangel Nephilim who're hellbent to prove their worth. Team Free Will 2.0. I'd bet on us."

"Don't take my son there! I haven't even met him, yet! Don't-" Lucifer struggled against his shackles as you walked out of the room.

"Jack will come see you when he's ready and not a moment sooner." You shouted back over your shoulder. Sam and Dean were waiting in the hallway, both checking your expression for signs of wear. "Got what we needed."

"You okay?" Sam asked.

You nodded. "Yeah. Just itchin' to get your mom home."

"Us, too."

You followed them into the library where Cas and Jack were talking.  Cas had an exasperated look on his face and he turned a silent plea to you as you walked up. "Sup?"

Jack turned to you, innocent eyes shining with confusion. "Are you and Sam trying to conceive a child?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked as Sam and Dean coughed to cover their laughter.

"Well, I know how I was created. My mother told me and, earlier, it seemed like you were trying to procreate with Sam."

Your jaw dropped a little as you looked at your boyfriends, who both gave an amused shake of their heads and gestured to you. "Really? You're gonna make his sister field this question?" They both just leaned against the library table and folded their arms over their chests, matching smirks on their faces. "I see how it is. Assholes."

You turned to Jack with a nod. "I got this. See, Chuck, our grandfather, he created the world to be self-sustaining, right, and he needed the human population to be self-sustaining, too, because he was planning to disappear for several millennia. He wanted humans to procreate without having to be told to. Like, you know how animals have mating cycles and they, like, go into heat or whatever? That's them being told to copulate, and Chuck didn't want that for humans. So he made the act of copulation feel amazing, that way we'd wanna copulate all the time." You paused to make sure your words were sinking in before continuing. "Humans are clever, though, and they've figured out a bunch of ways to copulate without procreating. That's what Sam and I were doing. Not trying to turn you into an uncle, yet, Jack."

Jack looked down, thoughtfully. "How do you not procreate?" He asked, curiously.

"Oh, the simplest, cheapest, most effective way is a condom. Keeps the creation materials separate from each other. But there's also hormone birth control and surgical options, like vasectomies and tubal ligation, as well as a few others like this weird foam that I've never seen anyone actually buy but someone, somewhere, must 'cause the company still makes it."

Jack blinked several times. "Oh. Okay." He nodded, then smiled.

"You got any more questions, I'm here, bro."

"Thank you." He almost bounced as he walked away.

You turned to Sam, Dean and Cas, who all looked a bit dumbfounded. "You answered that like, like Dr. Ruth." Dean stammered.

"Thank you. I... didn't know how to explain it to him." Castiel said, sheepishly.

You smiled. "It's all good. You've never been good at the whole 'sex ed' talk. You didn't even try with me. I got all my base info from Penthouse, Playboy and the local Planned Parenthood."

"Ah, yes. The three 'P's of sex." Dean said with a nod and a smirk.

"Yeah. You get your hopes up with the fantasy sold by the skin mags, then you go to the clinic to get your dose of sexual reality."

"What, we're not Penthouse-worthy?" Sam asked, smirking.

"Sex with you two doesn't count. You're Biblical heroes, which is probably the only reason you can keep up with the half-angel wonder witch. Gods know you're the only ones ever have." Sam was still smirking at you and your brow furrowed, slightly. "What?"

"You said 'yet'." Sam answered.

"Yeah, she did." Dean nodded, his own smirk on his face. "You said you're not trying to make Jack an uncle, yet."

You nodded, then shook your head as you started to walk out of the library. "Yeah, well, let's get your mother back from Apocalypse World before we start trying to make her a grandma, okay?"

Dean followed you. "Okay, well... can we go copulate without procreating, then?"

"Really, Dean?" You scoffed, turning to him in the hall outside the kitchen.

"What?"

"It's been, like, two hours since I was in with Sam."

"What, you don't wanna?" Dean asked, giving you his absolute best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course I do." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He pushed you into the wall, picking you up and hitching your legs around his waist.

He thrust his erection against your core and pulled back to look in your eyes, smiling. "Reminds me of our first time."

"Against the wall at Miralda's club? Ooh, you were in that tux." You cooed, slightly.

"And you were in that dress with no panties on." He kissed along your jaw.

"Bedroom, Dean! Jack doesn't need a visual aid to y/n's lesson!" Sam called from down the hallway.

You laughed as Dean carried you off toward his bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren't focused, that's what did it. As you and Jack joined hands to open the portal to Apocalypse World, your mind moved seamlessly, and of its own accord, from the memories Lucifer donated of the other universe to the memories he'd dug up of your own universe. So, when the five of you stepped through the tear in space-time, you appeared on the other side in a bright and beautiful landscape that looked nothing like what you were looking for. You gasped, realizing immediately that you'd taken everyone to the wrong place, and dropped your brother's hands. The rip closed almost instantly. "Fuck!" You spun around, helplessly, and looked at the men surrounding you. "I'm so sorry! This isn't the right universe."

Sam put a hand on your shoulder. "It's okay. We can try again."

"I'm sorry. I... You know it's gonna take a bit of..."

"We can rest here. It doesn't seem particularly dangerous." Castiel said, trying to soothe you.

"This is all my fault. I suck... I'm so sorry."

"You don't suck." Dean said, automatically, then chuckled.

"Don't." You shook your head. "I am not in a good place for sexual innuendo."

"In your endo." He responded, making you smile despite yourself. "There you go. This is fine. Where do you think we are, huh?" That last bit was directed at Cas.

"I'm not certain, but... this universe is pulsing with Heaven's grace. I believe we're safe." The angel responded.

"All right. Let's take a look at that building over there. If it's as empty as it looks, we'll set up there and try again tomorrow." Dean directed and everyone followed him to an abandoned building a few feet away.

The building was, indeed, abandoned and you watched everyone mill around for a while before walking outside to look around the immediate area. "Who are you?" A voice behind you caught your attention and you turned to the newcomer. *Naomi.* "How do you know my name?"

"I..."

"What have you found, Naomi?" An intimately familiar voice called, appearing behind Naomi.

"I don't know, sir."

Sam Winchester's multichromatic eyes fell on you, then burned red. His lips twisted into a smile. "Orli. You're home."

"Dad. You're..."

He looked down at his body, Sam's body, and ran his hands down the front of his white suit jacket. "Yes, I do look quite a bit different than you remember, don't I? It took a while to wear him down, the Winchesters are so stubborn, but I eventually got my true vessel." He looked up and smiled at you. "You've grown so much."

"It's been a few decades."

"Yes, it has, hasn't it? Where are Zachariah, Uriel and Castiel?"

You looked down. "Um... the soldiers you sent to protect me, they're... still in that other... the universe you sent us."

"They hurt you?" He asked, stepping forward, white loafers crunching against the gravel.

"No, of course not."

"Orli." He tucked his finger under your chin and forced you to look up into his eyes. He sighed and looked a little disappointed as he shook his head. "I should have known. I placed too much trust in Castiel."

"No. It's not Castiel's fault, or Zachariah's. It's just... how things ended up, okay? And I've met a much nicer Castiel in another universe and..." You looked down. It was weird to look up into Sam's eyes and see Lucifer behind them. "Sam and Dean Winchester. Both still very stubborn and..."

"y/n!" Dean called out, walking out of the building with Sam following. Dean's jaw clenched as his eyes fell on Lucifer. It must've reminded him of Zachariah's End-verse or possibly of Lucifer before Sam jumped in the pit.

"Dean!" You reach out and took Dean's hand, hoping to calm some of his rage and panic. "I've figured out where we are. I must've subconsciously wanted to see home. This is... Lucifer... my Lucifer, my dad."

"You never said 'yes'?" Lucifer asked Sam, who was understandably uncomfortable.

"He did, but... things in that universe are very complicated. Like... in their universe, you're the Michael." You answered, smiling at Sam before turning back to Lucifer who looked confused. "God gave the key to the Darkness' prison to you in their universe, so..."

"So, I was the one corrupted." Lucifer concluded.

You nodded. "That's actually fairly common across the multiverse. As far as I can tell, there are not very many universes where Michael is the corrupted one. It's usually you... which is why they're looking at you like that." You took a deep breath. "I do wonder, though... where are the humans?" You asked, looking around.

"Many died in the battle. It was unfortunate and I tried to prevent as much loss as I could, but many went home to Heaven that day." Lucifer looked a bit sad as he said it, but then he smiled. "But those who survived, they've been given paradise on Earth. I have fixed the damage my brother inspired, I've fixed all damage to my father's planet and people. There is peace and love in each and every child of this Earth. Naomi will show you. I will find you when you're settled."

Naomi turned on her heel and started to walk away as Lucifer disappeared. Dean wrapped his arm around you as you started to walk after your father's soldier. "He's wearing Sam." You whispered. "That's so awkward. That, that body-"

Dean nodded. "Well, at least we know your Uncle Mike won't be showin' up in my body anytime soon." He tried to joke, but it didn't seem honest.

"Yeah, 'cause Lucifer smote the crap out of him." Sam said, taking your hand in his. You could tell he needed it more he was willing to admit, so you squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.

"Everything'll be okay. We just gotta hang around here in... paradise for a while and then we can go save Mary like we planned." You smiled at him and kissed the back of his hand.

You stopped short when your eyes fell on a meadow filled with thousands of people, all completely nude. "Wha-"

"We have returned them to the state they were in before their banishment from the Garden. Innocent, without shame or fear." Naomi said, proudly.

"They're straight-up fucking over there." Dean whispered, pointing to a couple in the middle of the field. They weren't the only ones.

"Yes, all of their needs are met here, including their carnal ones." Naomi said, turning to you. "Now, as you are human, you must disrobe so that you will not stand out. We don't want them to ask questions."

"Um, what?" Sam said.

"Do you know who I am?" You couldn't ever remember using that sentence, but it came out, easily. "I'm Lucifer's daughter."

Naomi rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers and the three of you were suddenly nude. "Go enjoy paradise until Lucifer finds you." She directed before disappearing.

"Well, you know..." Dean looked down at you. "When in Rome." He smirked and picked you up.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shaking your head as he walked you into the meadow and dropped you to the soft grass.

"Seems as good a time as any to make our mom a grandma, right? Everyone else is doin' it." He laid himself over you and started to kiss your neck.

"Dean, I... fuck, you... I wasn't planning to... yet..." You moaned as Sam dropped down next to you and kissed you, sweetly.

"Why put it off?" Sam said, looking into your eyes. "We want you to have our babies. You want to have our babies. If we fuck you together, you won't even know which of us is the father. It'll be perfect."

You snorted and sat up. "This is not... this is not happening. We've got more important things to deal with than your... breeding kink."

"Our what?" They asked together.

"I spent too much time on tumblr when I was in Muggle-world, but if you're so keen on knocking me up, boys, we can work on that after we complete our mission." You conjured clothes and handed a pile to each of them. "I really wanted to like Naomi when she showed up with Cas on the show, 'cause I loved Stargate, but damn..."

"So, how much time did you spend interacting with the fans, 'cause-" Sam started, pulling his jeans up his legs.

"Oh, don't worry. I didn't read the wincest stuff." Their faces were a mix of shock and disgust. "And I completely avoided the destiel stuff, except... okay, I read a couple, but they were by really good writers who captured your characters really well."

"Me... and Cas?"

"Yeah. Which is super awkward since Cas is my mom, but not as awkward as that." You pointed at Lucifer walking into the meadow, people bowing at his feet as he went.

"Orli." Lucifer smiled. "What do you think of Paradise on Earth?"

"It's beautiful. But... this is all that's left? Of humanity, this is it?"

"Unfortunately, yes. But remember... Father started with just two and they multiplied like bugs, numbering in the billions before they were wiped out."

"I'm sure you didn't mean for that to sound so offensive, Dad."

"Of course not." Lucifer smiled as he sat on the grass, gesturing for you and the Winchesters to do the same. He gave you a reverent look and smiled. "You look so like your mother."

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to kill the thrill at getting a chance to find out about the woman who birthed you. "Who was she? I mean, what was she like? How did you meet her?"

"She was... no one. She was utterly unremarkable. I think she was a waitress... and I can't really tell you much about her as a person, but... she was really very excited to be your mother, Orli, just as I was very excited to be your father."

"But..." You shook your head, confused. "You can't tell me about her? You created life with her... she died to create life with you and you can't tell me anything about her?"

Sam put his hand on your shoulder as Lucifer shrugged. "I know she was very devout. She wanted to create something beautiful and she did. She created you."

"Her name? Do you, at least, know that?" You asked, trying to keep the anger and disappointment sequestered in your chest where it couldn't hurt anyone but you.

"Karen... Young, I believe her surname was. She was thirty-two when your birth blew her apart." You flinched at the callous imagery. "Don't feel sad, Orli. She knew she wouldn't survive, dear. She was happy to give her life for yours." You swallowed, heavily, and shook your head. You hadn't wanted to think about the fact that your mother had died in an explosion of Nephilim power just like Kelly Kline had, though you had known in the back of your mind that that was what happened to her.

You flew away, not wanting to deal with the way Lucifer was making you feel. You had to take time to remind yourself that even if your Lucifer was the good guy, he was an angel and they weren't notorious for being warm, fuzzy or tactful. Lucifer was a warrior, the General of Heaven's armies, and even so... better than other versions of himself.

Dean found you twenty minutes later, leaning against a tree in the middle of Paradise. "Hey. You're about as good at this Hide and Seek shit as your brother."

"Wasn't hiding." You argued. "Just... needed time."

"You need more? I could walk around a bit, pretend I haven't found you, yet." He offered.

"Is it weird that I miss your Lucifer? I mean, back home, that Lucifer... he's not wearing someone I love... and I just let what he says roll off of me... I'm expecting harsh words from him. This Lucifer, my Lucifer, he's wearing Sam and it's like he just doesn't care about what he says."

"Because he doesn't." Dean knelt down in front of you. "You've seen what the angels are like, y/n. They're dicks. All of 'em except Cas... and he's a damn pariah for being different."

"He's a pariah for a lot of reasons, mostly the angels he killed when the Leviathans were in him, makin' him crazy." Dean nodded. You sighed and stood. "Let's go. We'll grab Sam, go back to the abandoned building. I'm not really interested in my father's Paradise, anymore. I just wanna go save your mom."

"Yeah. Sounds good to me, babe." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked back toward the place you'd left Sam and Lucifer.

Lucifer smiled when you approached, but Sam stood quickly, like he couldn't wait to leave. You pulled away from Dean and approached Lucifer "It was amazing to meet you, Father, but unfortunately, I... uh, I have to go. We're on a mission to save Sam and Dean's mother from what amounts to a Hell dimension, so... I'll try to come back... after." You promised.

"I understand. Whenever you're ready to take your place by my side, I'll be waiting for you, Orli."

You smiled, tightly. "I don't really think my place is by your side, Lucifer. I think... I know my place is with Sam and Dean. But I'll visit." You nodded at your father and grabbed Sam and Dean's hands, flying them back to the abandoned building, where Cas and Jack were standing around confused.

"Where have you been?" Jack asked, eyes turned down slightly.

"Meeting the parents." Dean said. "First time for everything."

"This is... where I'm from. We were happened upon by... my father. I don't want to talk about it. Can we just open a damn portal and get the fuck out of here, please?" You reached your hand out for Jack's and he let you take it without any argument. You focused hard on Apocalypse World as you opened a sliver in space and when you walked through, you were happy to see what you recognized as the world Michael had destroyed. "Okay. Anybody know where we are?" You asked as everyone else stepped through the rift and it closed behind Dean.

"Northern Kentucky... near Frankfort." Castiel answered.

You took a deep breath and flopped down on the soft grass. "I'm gonna see if I can't find an actual location for your mom. Gimme a minute while I astral outta here." You closed your eyes and pulled your consciousness from your body, following anything that seemed familiar, anything that might come from somewhere other than this horrible place. You found Mary in a church. It was exactly the church Lucifer was in. Michael's base. She was locked in a cinder block room. *Better than the iron maiden cage.*

"Not by much." A voice made you turn. Even if you hadn't seen the show, you'd recognize the archangel with the dark skin and full beard. He was pouring power and it made your heart stop. Mary turned to his voice, but didn't seem to see you. "Now, who exactly are you?"

You had to remind yourself that you were a projection, that he couldn't hurt you from where you were. "Y/n."

"Are you part of the resistance?" Mary seemed confused that he wasn't looking at her as he spoke.

"No. I'm just a curious witch who's-"

"Infiltrated my base in order to find a weakness?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Just trying to find a Winchester."

"You're here for her?" Mary straightened, slightly, as Michael spoke.

You swallowed. "She doesn't belong here, Michael. I'm just trying to get her back where she-"

"You from that same paradise?"

"No, I'm from a different paradise. One where you lost and Lucifer won."

"That's a calumny! My brother could never win!"

"Except he did. I think you'd really like it there. There's barely any humans left. They all live in this one big meadow, like an Eden on Earth. Takes just a few angels to keep them in check. Demons are gone, far as I can tell, and everything's very simple." You swallowed. "I think Lucifer's a bit bored, actually. Not that I stuck around to find out."

"You don't think I'm going to let you take her, do you?" He asked, suddenly.

"Nope." You shrugged. "But we're taking her, anyway."

"We? Who, exactly, do you have with you that you think can stand to me and my army of angels?"

You smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You gasped as you came back to your slumped body. "Morgantown, West Virginia. He's got her in an old, broken-down church with a million wards on it, so we can't just fly in." You stood, brushing off your butt. "He saw me. He knows we're coming."

"Great." Dean groaned.

"But, we can still do this, okay? You've got two Nephilim on your team. We're more powerful than-"

"I have faith in us." Jack said, smiling.

You smiled back and bit your lip before turning to the others. "Your mom looked okay. I think they're just holding onto her to open the gate when they get around to it... the spell from the angel tablet, it requires something from someone who's been on the other side... so..."

"Wait, you know the spell?" Sam asked.

"I've got a pretty good memory, Sam, especially when it comes to spells."

"That's not true. You couldn't even remember the words you used to bring you to our dimension." Dean argued.

"The words didn't do it, Dean, I did. My will did, and besides, I was a bit overwhelmed when Rowena was questioning me, okay? Geez. Anyway, the spell on the tablet is Blood of a Most Holy Man, Fruit from the Tree of Life, archangel Grace and something from someone who's been on the other side. The archangel grace did double duty for Michael's version, because it came from your Lucifer. Not that it matters. You've got me and Jack."

"Yeah, let's just make sure Michael doesn't get you and Jack." Cas said.

"New thing to worry about. Thanks, Cas." You licked your lips and sighed. "Okay, well. Let's get walkin'."

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