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WELT + CatHybrid!Reader (SMUT)

Tw : +18, fem!reader, reader is not trailblazer, explicit, power imbalance, dom!welt, sub!reader, age gap? (welt is very old but reader is of age), animal features (reader), fingering (fem! receiving), daryphilia kinda?, praise kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks), breeding talk, established relationship, jealousy (male), marking, mating press, not proofread (hope i'm not missing anything)

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Life as a Nameless wasn't always easy.

Who would have guessed that this planet prohibits your species? That's discriminatory! Truly!

This planet had the best, the biggest, the most impressive amusement park there is! The downside… It seems like their population appears to have descended from a very deeply rooted race of fishes… Hence why any kind of felines or predators are prohibited from visiting.

But no way you'd miss out on that opportunity, it'd be cruel to keep you away from this planet! No way!

You stubbornly stepped in.

Welt was skeptical. For starters, he was the one who had to manage your boundless energy, and the mood swings that came along. The thought of bringing you along felt wrong. He knew best, and at that moment he highly doubted you'd be suitable for the trip.

When you became part of the Nameless, he naturally assumed the role of caretaker, taking responsibility for the slip-ups and mistakes you made along the way. This role proved itself to be so challenging that no one actually fought for it…

The man was naturally poised, calm, and perhaps the only one capable of managing you and your frequent outbursts. You were almost forbidden to leave his side.

As much as everyone appreciated you, they were well aware that your curiosity brought a lot of baggage and a fair share of risks… Just stay glued to Welt and you'll be able to go on adventures! They said.

But at this moment, you are actively defending your case against a very much tired Welt and a concerned Himeko.

"I swear I'll behave!" The talk had been ongoing for hours now, putting you on edge and making your tone sound whinier than you intended.

"Wether you behave or not is not the issue. We're supposed to remain unnoticed for the entire trip, your ears and tail will alert them." The fact that Welt was so adamant about this only intensified your emotions, and a swell of sadness formed itself in your now tight throat.

"I'm telling you, I can hide them - Look!" Welt noticed that you were becoming upset and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't break his heart. His gaze softened at the sight of you, scrambling around to painfully tuck the length of your tail around your waist.

You winced at the sting but continued, to make your point, ears now bent down to blend in with the locks of your hair.

"See!" You proudly stated, puffing out your chest and searching for their gaze, hoping for any sign that might give you the green light.

A fourth voice emerged. "We could use a hat and secure her tail with a rubber band." The voice of Dan Heng made your heart leap in surprise; he had joined the conversation unbeknownst to everyone. He walked to your side and silently offered his support by standing next to you.

Welt frowned. The flicker of discontent crossing his face as he shifted, shoving his soft gaze away. "We appreciate your input, Dan Heng, but-" Dan Heng interrupted, "I wouldn't mind keeping an eye on her." It was unexpected, really. Until now, you had always felt that Dan Heng found your energy bothersome and exhausting. So you always made sure to maintain a safe distance. But now? Perhaps he liked you after all?

Your eyes prickled at the unexpected defense, finally having an ally after enduring two agonizing hours of fighting alone. Relief washed over your tense body.

But that wasn't the case for Welt, and he felt compelled to express his displeasure. His arms went up, crossing them above his chest and regarded the two youngsters like some kind of disapproving father figure. "You'd do that." He spat more harshly than he intended, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm that everyone noticed except you.

Himeko sensed that the situation was worsening.

She had graciously backed Welt up for this occasion, knowing that he often struggled to refuse your whims, especially when you were determined to pursue something. However, she never anticipated that it would lead to this, and she was already nearing her limits. Her long sigh captured everyone's attention, finally breaking the awkward standoff of glances.

"We can't really stop her from going." Her resolve had weakened as she casts a weary glance at Welt, a silent apology. "So it's settled. Thank you, Dan Heng, for stepping up. As for you, troublesome kitty, I'd love for you to stay by his side throughout the journey." Your triumphant yell of victory made everyone wince, except Welt who just looked utterly appalled by this outcome.

"And now, I'll draw myself a bath. Forget I exist unless you're in danger or something." She breathed out, but not without a hint of amusement in her voice as she promptly left the premises. The conversation had taken a toll on her, especially after witnessing your desperation and misery for so long. It was nice to see you smile again.

"Thank you! And thank you - thank you Dan Heng! I'll be good, I'll behave, and stay put the whoooole trip!" Your face beamed with a bright grin as you hugged the latters arm, squeezing it just to show how much it meant to you. He merely offered a subtle smile, allowing you to enjoy your moment of joy in silence.

"So it's settled." The sharpness of Welt's voice caught your attention as he repeated Himeko's words, and this time you noticed the acute tone. You opened your mouth to speak but he didn't allow you, walking away from the conversation.

Dan Heng noticed how your ears flattened, resembling a poor kicked puppy.

"Let's find a hat that fits you."

-

Of course, Himeko wasn't going to have her peaceful evening. What did she expect?

She had just started to dry her hair when the door emitted that dreadful sound; knocking. Only one person would be petty enough to voice their thoughts, so she simply unlocked the door and returned to her nightly routine.

"Thank you for having me," Welt said as he stepped inside, ensuring he closed the door behind him. He still maintained his usual politeness, though she couldn't help but notice the way his jaw clenched.

"I thought we both knew the issue wasn't about whether she has supervision or not." here it comes. She swallowed her sigh, fully aware that it was most definitely her fault this time. "She just looked so disappointed… and Dan Heng offered to take charge her; how was I supposed to say no? Besides, won't it be nice for once not to worry about what she might do?" It was a feeble attempt to divert attention away from the real issue. Really.

"What I worry about shouldn't be anyone's concern but mine. Plus, I don't recall ever complaining about taking on that role." His tone was unforgiving, punctuating his words with a disapproving wave of his hand. "You didn't. But-"

"No. What you said earlier was unnecessary, that's everything I intended to say. I apologize for the late inconvenience. Enjoy your rest." It was evident that he had no intention of hearing Himeko's explanation. He simply wanted to make his point, and that was the end of it. With that, he left Himeko's bedroom.

She crossed one leg over the other, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she focused her gaze on the now-closed door. "Isn't he too old for this?"

-

Welt was being petty, not even acknowledging the adorable hat you had spent so much time selecting, carefully chosen just for him.

Why did he act so distant? So… cold? Surely, it was your fault. You had gone against his better judgment, stubbornly following your own little whims. Were you truly that ungrateful after everything he had done for you?

To the nights when he fulfilled the needs of your body? When he used his hands to evoke such beautiful tears from you…?

You stepped off the train with a heavy heart, watching the source of your anguish leaving in company of the Trailblazer and March. You felt torn as the three of them investigated the planet while you went "scouting" the very important amusement park with Dan Heng.

Very important.

But each time you entered an attraction, your mind wandred, your expression fell with sorrow. You even won the claw game for the first time! But no��� now you were being rude to Dan Heng! You couldn't do anything right!

Welt was right. Welt was always right.

Now you felt silly. And guilty.

Suddenly, an ice cream cone was thrust against your face, the cold treat making contact with your downturned lips. Dan Heng redirected your attention back to him, gaze searching for yours with concern. "Here. Take it," he urged, nudging it closer.

"M'thank you! Didn't you take one for yourself?" He shrugged.

"Not much of a sweet tooth." This time it was your turn to shrug, returning your attention to the icy treat.

It did help brighten your mood - a win for Dan Heng. What you didn't know was that he always rooted for you, at least in the shadows. He found your energy endearing in a way, especially when you beamed like this.

You actually hadspent a wonderful time in his company! You even managed to forget the little weep from this morning.

But the day took a toll on your body; your ears strained under the small hat you wore, and your tail? Numb. You even had to hide in the restroom a few times to allow your blood to flow- a small price to pay for amusement.

-

You'd think.

You sheepishly hoped that returning home and finally releasing them would bring relief, but that wasn't the case- far from it. Hours spent in that awkward position made it so incredibly difficult to relax them, it hurt so much to pull your tail back into place.

But your ears might've been the worst; you actually had to keep them in the same position because of how painful it was to move them. You huffed in front of the mirror, watching and definitely feeling them tremble.

So, you brought yourself where you always found your solace, the only place you could think of whenever something happened. But you stopped, doubt plaguing your thoughts like a disease. Maybe he didn't want to see you… Thus you stood right in front of his door, your eyes on your shoes as you pondered wether to knock or leave. He looked definitively bitter this morning…

Weeping in front of his door wouldn't help; you needed to apologize first and make amends. "Welt?… You… You're sleeping? Maybe?…" You whispered through the door, anxiety gnawing at your stomach as you waited for some kind of response.

"Enter." Oh.

So you did, but not before taking a long, deep breath.

His room was nearly engulfed in darkness, save for the small lamp on the nightstand, its dim light revealing his presence. Welt sat on an armchair positioned not far from the bed, a book in hand and his temple resting on his fist. The glance he cast your way was fleeting, as if it was mere politeness that compelled him to look up.

"What is it?" Oh, right. You hadn't relized hat you were simply standing in front of his door, silent for a few seconds. However, you noted the sharpness of his words and the indifference he displayed.

"I-It hurts… 'hurts a lot," you whined out. Of course, you whined; how could you not? Your ears throbbed, your tail ached, your stomach churned and your heart felt heavy. Nothing was going well! You knew that Welt could comfort you- he always did…

But maybe this time he wouldn't…

Welt snapped his book shut and set it aside on the nightstand as he pulled himself up. "Where? Tell me." Finally. Finally you detected a hint of warmth in his words, and your eyes watered from the overwhelming day you had.

"My ears…" you croaked out, eyes cast down in shame. He had noticed how your ears were strained at the top of your head, forced down in such an unnatural position. A long sigh escaped his lips at the sight of your poor condition. Why hadn't you listened to him?

He sat down on the edge of the bed, parting his thighs to show a spot you were all too familiar with. His hand brushed against yours, gently pulling closer to the bed's frame. "Sit."

And you thanked all the Aeons you knew of, hurrying yourself between his legs. Welt wasted no time cradling your oh so fragile body against his chest, guiding your limbs to his heart's content. You most certainly allowed him to do so.

He slid his right arm under your knees, lifting your body to drape your legs over his thigh and position you sideways against him. You nestled your cheeks right under his collarbone, pressing your body against his to absorb his warmth.

This angle provided him with a better view of your ears while a low hum reverberated, displeased. But he could feel your body shrink in on itself, anyone could see how miserable you looked at first glance. He'd be a monster to lecture you…

So he gently pressed his lips against your flattened ear, closing his eyes as he did so. The contact made you jolt in his grasp, a sad hiccup that broke his heart. Welt's arm was splayed across your back, his hand resting on your hip while the other cradled the side of your face. Just like the perfect caretaker he is, the man began to pepper your furry ears with soft kisses.

You exhaled, finally feeling your body relax under his care. It was everything you wanted and needed- immersed in the scent of his cologne, cradled against his chest, and pampered.

"I heard you behaved today. Is that true? You didn't throw any fits… Kept your poor ears hidden…" The last sentence carried a hint of resentment, but it was meant only for him to hear. The hand that cradled your face slowly moved up, fingers ever so gently massaging the base of your ears to alleviate the ache.

"Mhm" The only reponse you offered was a soft hum of approval, as you didn't trust yourself to speak aloud. Because, oh my, did you felt as if you were on cloud nine; the sound of his pecks sent a much-needed jolt of adrenaline across your body.

And Welt? He was just so proud of you that he almost forgot yesterday's tantrum. Almost. But you would later find out he didn't.

Right now, he wanted to take care of his beautiful cat. His oh-so-pretty kitty… That hat you wore didn't make you any grace, did you think he'd be happy to see your little ears all bent under this thing?

And your tail… what were you thinking?

He took a long, deep breath against your furry ears- a sigh you might say. You felt the comfort of his hand leaving its previous position, causing you o whine at the loss. But then, he brought it down to the very base of your tail. Unfortunately, it was still sadly locked around your waist; he couldn't have that.

This time, it did hurt. He started by pressing his palm against the upper base, moving in a circular motion as to relax the muscles. A sharp whine escaped your lips, which he quickly silenced with a shush.

"You can handle it. It won't hurt for long, I promise. You can be good for me, right?" he cooed in a soft whisper, careful not to hurt your ears. However, at your lack of response, he emphasized his words with a low hum. You immediatly understood, having been taught so well by him. So, you gave the best nod you could manage, which was merely a shift.

He understood, but that was not what he wanted. "Words." he warned, though his tone wasn't unkind.

"Yes…" You huffed.

Satisfied, he returned to the top of your head, kissing your sore ears and burying his nose in the softness of your hair. The distraction helped you forget the painful massage he was giving, his fingers dug into each side of your tail.

Soon enough, his administration turned successful as you finally rewarded him with the whines he desperately needed to hear. Your entire body shivered, and your hands sought refuge between your thighs to warm them up- something he noticed.

"Does it feels better now?" He shifted down to hover above your face, searching or your eyes for to gauge your reaction. But, they were closed; he could feel you beginning to doze off. "Way better, thank you…" You would've slept in his arms if it weren't for his hand traveling up to gently cup the delicate side of your neck.

His thumb gently nudged the edge of your jaw, lifting it upwards.

It was then that you felt the soft press of his lips against your own- a tender peck. He pulled away for a fleeting moment, angling his head to return for more. The sound of your kisses echoed in the dimly lit room, and your soft moan allowed him to slide the tip of his tongue in.

So, of course, you welcomed him in, meeting the wet appendage with an open-mouthed kiss, heavy with emotion. Unable to focus on anything else, you let your body relax in his arms, melting like a sad ice cream in the middle of summer. But he grounded you; he Always did, pressing you further against his chest to keep this pretty mouth of yours on him.

He could hear your whines grow more intense as he finally understood what you were doing with your hips. His eyes narrowed, focused on the sight of your hips jolting as you humped your own hands with indecency.

Poor thing… You felt the corners of his lips lift, until you could feel it no longer. Welt had pulled away to get a good look at your state, face flushed, eyes hazy with dire need. Your ragged breaths were particularly enticing, a true fest for the eyes.

Just for him, though.

Not Dan Heng.

No one else.

He was truly a petty man.

He grazed the back of his fingers down your arms, savoring the way your skin shivered under his touch. But, Welt paused at the apex of your wrists, making a silent request. You complied, driven by a desperate need. Slipping your hands out from the confines of your thighs.

The palm of his hand supported your back as he slid his other arm under your legs, motioning for you to sit in front of him. The width of his chest enveloped you like a soft blanket, almost missing the way his hands gripped the fat of your thighs.

His thumb kneaded your inner thigh and slowly glided down to your knees. Your sad whine made him chuckle, but he quickly showed you what he meant by hiking up your skirt at the sides. His fingers swiftly found the straps of your panties, pulling the elastic down along your thighs.

Such a pretty sound escaped your lips, a choked gasp, reminiscent of a whisper. Yet, it was a sound he undoubtedly heard. After sliding the garnment past your feet, he moved to grasp the back of your knees. You watched in awe as he lifted your legs, parting them on either side of his lap.

He felt your ears twitch against his chin, distressed by the cold wind blowing against your burning core.

Finally.

The tips of his fingers met the poor state of your slit, covered with a thick layer of slick. You exhaled deeply, leaning against his chest with anguish.

He traced up and down, burying his fingers in the fat of your bottom lips so painfully slowly. Slick used to coat the outside of your cunt, spreading it evenly all over before he reached up to tease that throbbing clit.

You felt him slide his other hand down, warming his digits with that expensive arousal he craved to taste. But not once did he stop circling your bud, not even when he had carefully slid one finger in that tight hole of yours.

The pace was agonizingly slow. His middle finger was knuckles deep inside, but it was almost as if he just wanted to dip it- in and out.

Oh, he knew it wasn't enough. Of course he did. That poor pussy of yours had no secrets for him.

But you didn't have the guts to beg for more, not after today's events. You'd obediently wait for him to act…

"Do you want my fingers to work you open?… Or do you want it to stretch?" His voice was as low as a purr, whispering to your sensitive ears. It was almost funny how he assumed you wouldn't painfully stretch anyway. How could you not? Especially when you could feel the outline of his length angrily burying itself in the fat of your thigh.

But as the sweetest gentleman he was, he asked, knowing that sometimes you liked to feel that tinge of pain- or sometimes not. It was always up to you, always about you first.

"Stretch…" But this time, his kitty wanted it to sting. Did you think you deserved some kind of punishment for going against his word? How precious.

He hummed in aknowledgement, slipping his finger out to circle that tender entrance of yours. "How? On your back? Face down? In my arms maybe? Tell me." You couldn't help but feel like he purposely made you long for it, the very tip of his finger tapped impatiently on your fluttering hole.

"A very mean mating press…" You mumbled with a pout, thighs flexing at each agonizing touch. He merely chuckled, the low rumble resonating within your head. "A very mean mating press you say?" He repeated with amusement, clearly taken aback by that filthy choice of words. You only nodded, watching his hand throw two curt slaps against your cunt.

You yelped when his hands went under your armpits, lifting you up from his lap to place you down on the bed. Your body was burning with need. You tried to reach up around his neck to bring him closer. He didn't oblige, but he did grab your wrists to kiss the palm of each hands.

Patience.

He tucked one of his pillow under your lowerwaist, guiding your hips up in a more comfortable position. The next part was your hair that he carefully untucked from your back, sliding it to your side with great care. Oh how you loved when he'd treat you like a princess, making sure to meet your every needs.

He unzipped himself with one hand, face dipping down in the crook of your neck to mouth at your pulse. His other hand switfly unbuttoned your blouse, popping one after the other until he was met with your cute bra. He littered your burning skin with kisses, crashing marks after marks.

He worked you out of those layers, allowing your supple breasts to pool freely out of its cage. You caught his gaze stopping on them for a fleeting second, right before he dipped down to place two tender kiss on each one.

Finally. Finally you felt the outline of his length bury itself inbetween your pussy lips, coating his underside with your arousal. But that's all he did, sliding it up and down, occasionnaly slapping it against your clit. You huffed out, a croaked moan testifying of your growing frustration.

"No condoms?" He asked.

Oh.

Now you knew he was messing with you! Not once did he not go raw Inside that precious cunt. Ever since he took that sweet virginity of yours. You cried to have your first without this layer that separated you both…

You puffed. A very frustrated frown appeared on your face at how he feigned innocence.

"Oh, but sweetheart… isn't it Dangerous? I'm not sure I'll be able to pull out once I'm inside…" the corner of his lips rose up in delight upon seeing you pout. "'Don't want you to pull out!" you cried out. You knew you were being toyed with, but it was the only way to get what you so much needed, by begging.

"Then… what should we do if it takes…? Tell me…" his tone grew heavier as he motionned your legs on his shoulders. "You did ask a mating press afterall…" he added in faux-concern. Welt was playing with you, and you knew he did. But you were too desperate to call him out, especially not when that very thought crossed your mind more than once.

The thrill of ending up with a swollen belly was such a dangerous thought. Oh, but it sounded so nice right now.

You couldn't form a coherent thought, mind in a haze, words caught up in your throat. So you just sobbed your heart out, it began with short sniffles until fat tears fell down your flushed cheeks.

Maybe be went too far… So he shushed your cries, bringing his face down to kiss those pretty tears of yours. "Here… see? It's going in, look." He hushered you and as promised you felt the very fat of his tip probe at your throbbing entrance. His hand caught your jaw, guiding it downwards to make you look at how his length worked its way inside.

You huffed, choking a moan out of your trembling lips as you finally felt his thickness. Even with that heavy amount of slick, his cock still felt impossible to take, bruising your walls. He merely had a few inches inside but his hips began a slow pace. He pushed a little bit more inside each time he pulled back, just to make sure it wasn't too much at once.

"Look at how well you're taking it… Just a few more inches, can you do that for me?" He gently asked- since he could feel that you were beginning to drift away. You felt the tip of his nose nudge at your wet cheek, seeking a response. But when he felt your soft hands around his neck, he exhaled.

Truth to be told, he was also reaching his limits. So he buried the remaining inches in one powerful thrust, finally fully pressing his body down. Your tail had naturally curled itself around his thigh, urging him further.

He opened the ceremony with a bruising pace, pulling out ever so gently just to harshly slam back down. It caught the wind in your lungs, brain turning into a pudgy state. Your eyes were glued together, so focused on the sensation of finally being full.

But Welt was having none of that. "Eyes." He warned.

It took you a few seconds to register. It forced Welt to bury himself to the hilt and painfully stop.

It brought your attention back on him instantly, watery eyes fluttering open to meet his heated gaze. The strands of his hair trickled down the sides of your face, eyebrows frowned as he carefully watched you oblige.

"Better. So pretty." The praise went straight to your head. But you still struggled to keep your eyes open, feeling them flutter at each thrust.

"'I'll go a little faster now, alright?" You hastly nodded, but didn't expect the instant shift of pace. Welt had pressed himself further down to get that perfect angle, allowing him to directly plow back without leaving an inch.

Now it was getting harder and harder to comply with his command. But he did take pity on you, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. That allowed you to finally roll your eyes to the back of your head. Finally focusing on how the tip of his cock kept kissing the spongy wall of your cervix. He reached way too far but you loved every second of it.

You couldn't even voice out your orgasm, in fact, you hadn't even realize it was coming until it arrived. Your whole body tensed up Under his unforgiving pounding, your trembling fingers gripped his shoulders for dear life. And you swore you almost came again upon hearing the low groan he emitted- as he felt your tender and battered pussy clench down like a vice.

The feeling was addictive, Fucking you through your orgasm was maybe one of the best thing there was on earth. Truly. How your body struggled to adapt, spasming at each thrusts, the way your lips babbled sweet Nothings, mixed with your cries. And the best of all, how you so beautifully creamed around his girth.

It did take him a few minutes to finally accept his own climax, but at this point you were long gone- mentally broken by the overstimulation.

Balls deep.

He wouldn't have it any other way. It allowed his thick load to finally claim its spot in your womb- pushing it further and further Inside. The growl he let out against your neck was music to your ears, he'd take a few testing thrusts, a twisted way of waking you up from your daze.

"How're you feeling angel?" He rasped out, pushing himself up to analyze your state.

And what a poor state you were in.

You didn't think it was over, did you?

-

"That's unlike her to miss breakfast… Who saw her the last?" March pointed out inbetween mouthfuls of pancakes, waving the sugary treat in the air as to catch everyone's attention.

Welt could only take a very, very long glance at today's journal news.

"Oh I Wonder… Welt?" But of course Himeko wouldn't let him dodge that one. He froze upon being called out, leaning his journal down and mimicing deep thoughts.

"Yesterday's trip must've tired her out, she's most probably resting back in her bedroom." He gave out a curt smile, a lie that looked trustable enough for March to resume her eating. But not for Dan Heng. "Weird… I knocked on her door this Morning and it was unlocked, no signs of her inside."

He hadn't expected him to pry further, and clearly didn't expect him to seek you out so early in the morning either. Welt oriented his glare towards the table they all sat around, not trusting himself to look at Dan Heng very fondly right now.

Of course you weren't in your room, you were in his- safely tucked in the comfort of his bed.

"Surely in the bathroom." The fact that it was Welt who kept answering these questions made it all painfully obvious. Himeko Simply let out a sigh, picking up her own cup of coffee to finish.

"You're a petty man."

"I know."

Pheeewww, my first one! I don't know why I had that in my mind... but oh well

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tw slasher!mattsun, final girl!reader, noncon, coercion, size kink, cevix fucking, fear play, blood play, cutting/marking, he uses a knife on reader, degradation, spanking, manhandling, forced cheating, murder mentions, mattsun's giant cock wordcount. 5.6k

a/n. another commission from an anonymous amazing person so make sure to say thank youuu to them!!! this time we got matTSUnnnn and omg this was such a blast to write anD AAHHH i hope you enjoy it and that it fuels your slasher fucker urge a little bit, thank you so so much for commissioning me again and hERe she is!!

You never really thought much about mortality, before. But the flashing lights reflected on the brick walls, red blue, red blue, red blue, and the wailing of the sirens, paint a haunting picture. One that even someone positive, bright-eyed and preppy like you feels down to the bone. You have the displeasure of standing with wide eyes, hands stiff and shaky from the evening chill, as the armed men move people out of the way and the person from the alley towards the ambulance; and though you’re across the street— you can tell. 

The way onlookers cover their mouths and gasp and try to unsee as the stretcher passes by them doesn’t paint a promising picture. Your spine feels all flimsy the longer you stand, one hand wrapped frozen around your bag of groceries, apartment only a few blocks away. It’s in the way the senior police officer glances around the blocked off street and tells a passer-by to hurry home or to move along, and the yellow tape keeping the alleyway separate as it trembles rapidly and noisily in the wind. You take a deep breath against the sudden chill that travels all the way down your body, and pick your heels up to walk back.

Back down the opposite way and to the blue lit 24h corner store you left mere minutes ago. The melody of the store chime is comforting, and you speed walk all the way down the aisle back to the register. The charming, delicate features of the young man across from you light up when he properly looks up, and he tilts his head much like a curious animal- one brow raising. “Babe? You’re back?”

“I’m waiting out your shift here,” you softly declare, sneaking back behind the counter where you usually dare steal a few kisses, and dragging out a shitty, plastic chair to rest your head to his hip as he blinks down at you in confusion. Eventually though, Haru just nods, his honey brown hair falling a little further over his brows when he leans down to brush his hand over your head.

“Okay. You alright?” You nod, and he doesn’t ask more— and eventually you two fall back into conversation, only stopping every so often to serve the scarce customer. When you two walk back home in the early hours of the morning, the people have gone, but the yellow tape still stings as you pass the quiet street.

+

The apartment smells of the cheapest of Chinese takeout when you drag yourself back inside late from work. Your boyfriend just barely peeks his head around the corner to come give you a kiss, gentle as he is, and slides back into his spot behind the stove. “Food’s here, and I’m just making some extra eggs for mine, because I gotta leave in half an hour.” The routine ramble is nice, you suppose, finding a smile on your face by the time you make it into the kitchen with him to wrap your arms around his back, and he hums. “Oh, one of your friends swung by, so I let him in a little bit ago- I left him on the couch.”

Haru’s hands are quick to pull you back when you let go, for just a second, as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and one to your nose. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too. I’m gonna go see who needs me- real quick,” you smile, “and then we eat together?”

“Mhm, perfect.”

The door out of the small kitchen leads into the main room, and you look around as you swing your bag over one of the chairs- but find the space strangely vacant. Though a small pout comes to your lips, you just walk along, passing by the desk with stacks of books and lecture notes, to pull open the door to your bedroom. Your house simply isn’t big enough to lose anyone even if you wanted to. The bedroom lights are off, as you step inside, toes curling instinctively into the carpet; before finally clearing your voice. “Hello?”

At the very moment you turn, the tiny door to the bathroom swings open and a tall shape clad in all black steps out— and you jerk with a loud gasp, only to start laughing when your hands meet his chest and you glance up properly. Matsukawa’s dark eyebrows are furrowed in surprise as he finishes drying off his hands, before he gives you a ‘what gives’ sort of look. “You scared me,” you chuckle, as you lean in to give him a hug. “It’s been a while, how are you? And why’d you swing by?” The way he manages to move his arm over your head without having to change positions to throw the paper towel into the trash isn’t lost on you.

“Can’t a guy come see his favorite ethics tutor on a tuesday?” The familiar deep rumble of his voice fills the room, and you make room to trail back to the couch.

“Well, considering I dropped out,” your voice is a little softer when you take a seat in the squeaky chair, “I’d say that it’s probably a waste of your time. But I guess I’m pretty glad to see you again.”

Mattsun plops down on the couch facing you with a little sigh, before that same self assured smile you’ve always known him to have returns. “Don’t make me feel too special, teach.”

“I’m younger than you! It’s not my fault you took ethics again and needed my help.” The banter is nice, reminds you about the hours and hours spent in the library that always grew too rowdy for a study session. Mattsun’s a good friend. A better one than you are, maybe. His long legs stretch out to the coffee table, before he nods.

“This is a nice place. Cozy.” The compliment makes you feel all warm inside. Despite everything, despite the struggles you and Haru have to deal with, the money, the debt- it’s nice to hear someone appreciate it. Even if that someone is the most well accomplished out of your late friend group. “And the boyfriend seems pretty fucking smitten too.” His dark eyes find your face when you smile wider, lacing his hands together over his knee. “Nothing to add? Come on, I missed you so~ much. I haven’t even seen you properly for the last 4 months. Talk to me. You normally don’t hesitate to run your mouth.” He chuckles when you put on a faux-pout.

“Fine, fine, hang on!” you beam after a second of thinking, and roll your eyes. “Let me make a pot of coffee. You jerk.”

“You love it.”

+

You aren’t the most observant of people, but you swear… you’re losing more shit than normal. Some of the stuffies that were proudly displayed on the shelves are gone, and you can’t find some of your panties no matter how hard you look. And while the small closet in the bedroom is more mess than order, now you can’t even find most of your old photo albums, and some keepsakes from highschool and uni. But with your boyfriend catching his sleep when you leave for work, and you returning late- no one has time to go looking for clothing that’s grown legs, let alone do a thorough clean. So you brush it aside, and move on without your favorite pair of lacy baby blue panties.

It’s only when your boyfriend’s watching the news on his laptop one day, that it tickles something in the back of your brain. As you stuff another bite of pasta into your face, your hands still on top of the unfolded laundry.

A feminine voice flies over the topics at breakneck speed, as the honey brunet suddenly turns up the volume a little and stops eating. “Yesterday, another casualty in a devastating string of murders was found. Passerby’s found the body walking by an alley in Miyagi prefecture at around 9pm. The victim has now been identified to be Kawada Eiko, the 25 year old nurse that was reported missing a few days ago. Strangulation or suffocation are the two current debated causes of death, authorities say. She might have been the unfortunate victim of a lover’s spat, as she was found with blue panties constricting her airways. More about this at 6.”

“Turn that down,” you quickly breathe, and Haru turns over his shoulder with concern in his eyes.

“Oh, sorry. ‘S a bit grim for lunch…” He simply gives you an understanding look, before suddenly turning to knock his knees with yours. “How about you pick something to watch? Here.” His hands reach out to pull you a little closer, and cradle you against his chest. It’s sweet. He always is. And though you nuzzle into his touch, the story doesn’t want to leave your brain. There it is again. That faint flicker of mortality staring you in the face.

+

The stern face of the police officer- burly, heavy mustache and old- is exactly how you imagine it’d be, made very clear by the dead-like tone and eyes as he gives you an up and down. “This your house?”

“R-rented, yes,” you’re in the pajama-est of clothes from when you pulled open the door, “of me and my boyfriend.” The officer gives a tiny nod to the other two men behind him, and pulls out his badge to present it to you. It’s too early for your brain to function properly, but you still swallow at the sudden severity of the situation. “What’s- the issue, officer?” Your voice sounds even mousier when his eyes narrow in on the scene behind him, and your measly apartment feels even more inferior than usual.

“Sasaki Haru’s been arrested and is currently being questioned for multiple accounts of aggravated assault and first-degree murder. And we have to search the property, young lady.”

You stop breathing.

Murder.

Your head thumps, and you feel a flare of heat bite at your neck, clutching the door handle a little tighter.

Murder, he said. Haru… arrested for murder.

“We’ll have to take you in for questioning as well. Why don’t you walk towards the car and have my colleague escort you—” You focus as hard as you can on the words that are thrown at you, but really, nothing hits. There’s a blanket of static over everything in your vision. You might puke.

+

“Hey, breathe out. You’re turning blue,” Mattsun’s deep voice washes over you like a wave as you clamp the phone to your chest and try your best to relax a little, a warm, heavy hand softly stroking the area between your shoulders. It’d been a total coincidence that he’d called just as you were done with the hours of terrifying questioning, but as soon as you’d sniffled out that Haru had been arrested, he took time off to come over. Here you are now, hovering between sleep and frightened awareness in the painful, sticky seats of one of the dead waiting halls.

And though you’re glad someone’s here for you, because Haru’s parents haven’t even called yet— you’re also a little too wired up to appreciate the sarcasm and jokey attitude. After another few minutes of nervously fiddling with your phone and staring through the small window at the other doors, Mattsun clears his voice. “So… murder, huh.” His dark eyes are intense as they flutter over your face, eyebrows straightened. “Do you think he did it?”

You find yourself glaring, even though you can’t say why. “No, of course not. He’d never. He’s… he’s so gentle—”

“They’re saying there’s evidence, y’know.” You know that. It makes you want to rip out your hair and sob, because they showed you the proof. The dna, a kitchen knife out of your drawers, traces of the perfume you always, always wear— but you can’t shake the feeling that only if you could talk to Haru, if you could see him, ask… Your intuition tells you he didn’t do it. Couldn’t have. And they’re wrong, they have to be wrong. You would’ve known if you’d been living with a murderer. You would’ve. You just have to wait for an alibi to show it.

“He didn’t do it, Issei,” you softly end up repeating, and Mattsun’s eyes basically roll themselves as he looks away. “I’m telling you, I know him, and he didn’t do it.”

“Maybe- you just don’t know people as well as you think you do, teach,” the brunet places his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth as he leans in as glances over at you. “You’re wonderful, ‘n smart, and kind. But you’re also naïve, baby…” The last word falls deeper, and drags a cold shiver up your spine that only gets more intense when he doesn’t laugh it off, or look away. Luckily though, the door to the waiting room is pushed open that very moment, and a tired looking woman taps her clipboard.

“You can go home for now. Get some rest. And please stay available so that if we need you to return-”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” you start, and wring your sweaty hands together a few times, “what about Haru?”

Her sharp eyes soften a little when finding your face. “He’ll have to stay until they’re done with the investigation. It might be another couple hours, or days. He can’t see anyone until then.” Your dejection must show, because she sighs. “Head home, child. Try to sleep some. You’ll be okay.” You barely manage to have enough energy to get out of the chair, letting Mattsun take your hand and rub a few comforting circles into it with his thumb. And then you’re walking home as he holds the umbrella high above your heads, and that cold only worsens. You don’t feel okay.

It just doesn’t make any sense.

“How about my place instead of yours?” Issei’s more reserved when he asks, laying an arm over your shoulders to pull you into his side a little. “Doubt you wanna hang out there now that the cops have gone through it all.” It doesn’t matter, really, so you nod- let him walk along the crosswalk and steer you down the familiar streets in silence for a while. It really doesn’t make any sense. Haru’s been at work all evenings that the murders happened, there’s security cameras to prove it. And killing someone in broad daylight, alley or not— it doesn’t line up.

Issei squeezes your hand in his when the silence continues, and you briefly look up at him to give him a little smile that doesn’t feel like it reaches. “Sorry I’m so quiet. I’m just…”

“Lost in thought, I get it.” He hums, before pointing at the long line of buildings. “It’s just along there, we’re almost inside. Then we can talk about it, or you can take a load off, or whatever.” The short chuckle is meant to disperse the tension, you know that, but even the tall brunet seems on edge. You’re still holding his hand, and you find yourself blinking at it in quiet confusion. But the thoughts are louder than logic right now. And if Haru didn’t do it, which you will yourself to believe with all your heart —you have no choice but to— how the hell did stuff out of your house get to the scene of the crime. You never lended anyone that knife, and definitely not the even more private stuff—

Issei leads you through the gates into the courtyard of the apartment, then to the door, into the dim staircase all the while softly humming. And you don’t know why your heart sinks as you climb the stairs with him in tow, because the building smells nice, and the walk to the door is clean and high-class. “Tch, you really are,” his low voice barely reaches, and you raise a brow. “Naïve that is.” The humming goes into a soft laugh when you turn to look at him, and the tall man smiles down at you. But though he’s smiling, the hairs on your neck go to stand on end, shoulders squaring. The vivid, unnatural sort of intensity in his eyes rolls your stomach.

And you go to pull your hand out of his, only for Issei to resist the pull harder. “Shh, calm down. I got you, don’t I? Don’t tell me I scare you.” He does, though. “Come on, princess, we’re friends. And friends are there for friends when they need each other. Now you're poor boyfriend's gone.” Your mouth corners turn down into a half pout, half open in confusion. And you don’t know why, you never felt unsafe with him before— but every fiber in your body is screaming at you to run. You want to. But your body refuses to budge, let alone turn your back on him. Issei’s always been a very tall guy. Tall, but wired with athletic muscles from the years of sports, and strong, and fast— and all of these things never scared you.

But they do now. The shivers that roll down your spine are almost painful as you stare up at him and that happy-go-lucky grin still stays on. The corners of your eyes sting when you try again to pull away, to no avail, and Issei’s long legs pull you towards the door of his fancy apartment anyway.

“Issei, let go.” Your voice breaks, and tears creep up in your eyes and your shaky whimper. “This isn’t funny, let me go.”

“Nah ah, I got something to show you.” His casual sing-song response almost makes you angry. But you can’t be when you’re too busy fighting off a full-body panic and planting your heels into the tiled floor. “I got something to show you,” he repeats, glancing over his shoulder again. “Y’see, because I really like you. You make me feel all- hm- good inside.” His curly hair bounces with each step towards the door, before he repositions his grip to hold around your wrist when your sweaty hand almost manages to slip out. “But then you went and got a boyfriend, and disappeared on me.”

He fiddles with the keys for a second as you use your other hand and try to pry your fingers into his painfully tight hold, and frowns. “And I- stop struggling- I don’t blame you. I mean- it’s not like I can even explain this little earworm I’ve got. About how you and I just fit together. I should know better, right?” He’s rambling so fast, and the door manages to be swung open, and you bite back a sob. You want to scream. You want to scream, call out for help, do something other than get pulled in further and further, but it doesn’t work. Your body refuses. Your head’s blank. “I know I should know better. Yet here we are.”

He pulls with his entire body to get you over the doorstep, and grabs your face between his hands to aim it up to his, squishing your cheeks until your lips are a puckered pout. And his deep voice goes low as he whispers. “You didn’t like my little stunt with the panties?”

It short circuits you. Before you get to think about it, you knee him right in the dick with all your might, and push at his face until he jerks back— turning and sprinting back towards the door. But his reach is longer, and he tackles your feet, sending you straight onto your belly with a loud, unforgiving thump as your head knocks against one of the book cases, and his large hands wrap around your ankles. He pulls you back a few feet across the floor, and though you try to kick at him, he’s quick to get above you and restrain you.

”Help!” you squeak, voice more air than actual sound. “Help me!” Issei grabs you by your neck and kicks the door closed with his long legs, before going to sit on top of your back and squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“Awww, fuck, babe,” he groans for a long breath, before grabbing your head and pushing it down into the cold floor as if in punishment. The loud knock of your skull against the floor is enough to force your thoughts out of you. “That really hurts, fuck.” Then he shifts, one hard knee in the middle of your back. You can barely breathe, and the little bit of air you do get is obstructed by the tears blurring your vision. “Little kitty’s got claws, huh.”

“Issei,” you start to whimper through your hickuppy breaths when his palm slides down your neck and under the edge of your shirt, “please let me go. We’re friends. We’re friends, right? So let me go home, and I won’t tell anyone.I swear, I won’t- wo- please, please, ‘ssei.”

“Tch, don’t go begging on me yet, baby. I’ve hardly even started.” His large hands roam around your skin for a moment, before he rolls you over like you’re a ragdoll, and grabs your face again as he bends down until your noses are touching. Him, overtop of you, his free hand training down the surface of your thigh through your sweatpants.

His dark eyes glitter in the low light, animated and joyful despite the way you’re trying to calm your wheezes. Which doesn’t really help. The harder you try, the less air you manage to use— Mattsun’s heavy palm sliding to your throat to squeeze the tender skin there. “Hey, guess what.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, before he starts picking anxiously at the stretchy band of your pants, sliding two fingers under it. “you turn me on so much it makes me want to fuck you until you’re raw. But you might’ve guessed that already, right?” There’s a low chuckle, while you’re sniveling under him with wet cheeks and a hot face, before he starts tugging your pants down your thighs.

You cross your arms over your face, and Issei laughs a little harder. “Aww, don’t cry. I know what you’re thinking, all the murdering and stuff, the blood, the choking, cutting open— it’s a lot. But luckily for you… all of that isn’t going to happen to you. Look, here-” he mumbles, pulling your arms away from in front of your eyes to force your smaller hand back in his, linking pinkies, “promise. They weren’t you, so I had to get rid of them sooner rather than later.”

By the time he finishes talking, you’re shivering without your pants, on his cold floor and tears all over your face- and for a moment Issei looks like the guy you knew when he pouts down at you. But then he licks his lips, and the relief is gone. “And you get I can’t let you go after this. So it’ll be easier for both of us if you play along.”

Then he gives you a once over like you’re a slab of meat, and hums, whispering under his breath. “I like when they play along.” It makes you cry harder, but barely any noise manages to come out, staring resolutely at the ceiling as soon as his hand lets your chin go to trail his fingertips along your tits. “So fucking pretty, baby.” The lilt of barely veiled excitement in his voice makes you want to sink into the floor, to just stop breathing altogether. You trusted him implicitly, and- though your skin is covered in goosebumps, it barely sets in that Issei was the one who— 

You remember the disemboweled girl on the stretcher, the yellow tape. And bile rises in your throat, so you have to put a hand over your mouth not to throw up. Oh god, you’re… You’re cold on the floor, your tits being gently squeezed by Mattsun’s large, rough hands through your shirt as you try to make your mind go anywhere else, to no avail. Suddenly he gets up on his knees to slide his arms under you, and you start struggling against him enough to make him glare down at you. “Don’t be a brat. If you want me to-”

“Let me go, Issei! Let go, let go!” You’re squished to his chest, but you manage to smack him across the face and get a little bit of wiggle room, and he lets out a low rumble of displeasure, before dragging you further into the house and tossing you down onto the bed. It’s even darker here, smelling faintly of spices and men’s shampoo- but that isn’t what frightens you. It’s the heavy duty cuffs dangling from the metal bedposts, and the way Mattsun grabs a fistful of your hair to yank your head back into the bed.

“Don’t move. Unless you want me to get mad.” The painful tug makes you whimper, but you find yourself trying to slide out the other side of the bed as he bends to search through one of the bedside tables. Your legs are going a bit numb, toes tingly as you dare brush your feet along the floor and make a run for it. Of course, you have to round the bed, and he doesn’t have much of a hard time grabbing the back of your shirt. With one stern move, he swings you over his shoulder, large hand palm landing so hard onto the soft skin of your ass it makes you gasp and tear up. The touch pulses and aches as he slaps the same spot again, and now you’re crying- this time from the stinging of your skin as he tosses you down and forces your hand into sharp, cold handcuff.

His slight frown and the stern look he gives you make your body freeze up, but then he leans in. “You’re a dumb little baby, hm? You don’t get it?” His eyes are wide, pupils dark and blown all the way out to take up almost his entire iris. His hand appears from behind his back with something that glimmers in the low light, and is sharp as he pushes it to your cheek. “Not gonna play along?” The knife’s cold edge next to your ear makes you entirely wooden, staring up at him with shallow breaths and your lips trembling. As he peeks out his tongue, the knife digs deeper and breaks skin on your cheekbone.

And it hurts, clenching your teeth hard as tears spill over, it really fucking hurts. Burns, instantly making the skin feel taut and pounding and irritated. You gasp again, grabbing at his arm with a pitiful cry. “No, no, stop. Stop, please. I’ll play along,” you plead, voice hoarse as you clamp your hand around his wrist. The hot, searing feeling on your cheek and the way you feel blood run along your face and ear takes away all other rational thought. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. You want it to stop. “Please. Please, ‘Ssei, please.” The knife’s edge tingles as it leaves your wound, but the pain doesn’t go away, and you can’t help but sob. “Mattsun~”

However pathetic you must look, Matsukawa clearly doesn’t care. Because he groans, before leaning in to press his tongue to your wound, and then kissing you. And the coppery taste makes him moan into your mouth, while you try to turn your head away instinctively. His tongue forces open your mouth and melts with yours, sloppily claiming your mouth with a soft hum, heavy, large body coming to cover yours. He’s everywhere, as he grinds his hips into your panty-clad center and licks your mixed spit off his lips when he pulls back, throwing his head back.

You’re feeling a bit lightheaded, one cheek pounding painfully as you stare at him, and your one arm slowly but surely going numb from the uncomfortable position. But as you’re looking at him, he quickly rids himself of his shirt, and scoots you up the bed a little to drape your legs over his thighs. Even in the half-dark room, you can see them. The scars on his shoulders, his chest, ugly lines that healed over sloppily— proof that someone dug some nails of a key so sharp into him. Fought, and lost. It only makes you take a deep breath that makes a pinched, little noise. And Mattsun grins, rubbing his one hand along the skin.

“They were never close enough to you, y’know? Always something missing.” His one hand goes back to your chest, playing with your pebbled nipples through the fabric, before the knife returns and he drags it across your chest this time, pressing hard enough to cut your shirt and also the thin skin of your breast bone. “Oops, sorry.” The thin line of dots of blood that beads up has him bending to run his tongue along the little wound again, before ripping the rest of your shirt apart and sucking your tits into his mouth too. The warm mouth paired with the painful stinging and aching of your body has your stomach flipping and your mind blank.

Your free hand runs along his head to grab his curls in support, and his moans before biting one of your nipples. Then he pulls back to slap your tits around a bit, and running his thumb over the wound. Seeing the red before he slips it into his mouth is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to block everything out. And Issei chuckles. “Aw, scaring my little baby, am I?” The sound of his zipper and the shuffling of fabric lasts for a few seconds. Your heartbeat is so fucking loud, and the stinging is loud, and his voice is loud, and everything is so fuzzy. You open your eyes again, only to find that same disturbing look in Issei’s eyes as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, spreading all the precum around.

There’s a lot, you notice, and also that his heavy, flushed cock is big. Really big, too big, making your breathing even more rapid. It’ll hurt. It’ll hurt, it’ll hurt, it’ll hurt— your mind blanks when he starts peeling off your panties and manhandles your legs around however he wants, before the thick head of his cock is lined up to your too-dry pussy. There’s some wetness there, but not enough. You tear up more, because of the hurt, the pain, the fear, your lungs aching and everything else- and shiver when Issei talks again.

His voice is low enough to shake your bones. “You’ll have to fit me, okay? Okay?” His sing-song teasing has you nodding your head, and he puts on a cheshire-like grin again. “Because when they didn’t, I had to cut them open to make room-” he points the knife into your lower stomach then, point stinging as soon as it touches and digs into your soft belly, “-and I don’t want to cut up my favorite girl.” His thumb rubs lazy circles into the top of your slit, brushing your clit, before he spits on it.

Then he lines up, and starts pushing into your tight, clenched pussy without giving you a second to prepare, placing both hands next to your head and pushing himself into you while each inch fills you up more and more. It’s such a painfully tight fit your legs shake as he pushes you all the way full, and keeps pushing. “Aw, aw, aw, Issei- hurts, that hurts-”

“Uhuh,” he just nods, and kisses you again, smiling into the kiss and pulling back to watch you tear up. He moves one leg to push against your chest, and starts grinding his cock even deeper, pushing you open too much, and you cry— only to make him pull back and do it again, groaning. “Ah, fuck, princess. Fuck-ing- godly pussy, agh.” His huge dick pounds against your cervix every time he pulls back and bottoms out, bulging your stomach in a way that hurts even despite the pleasure. But his body slamming against your pussy each time does feel good, as much as you hate to admit it. It sends tingles down your spine that makes you forget about the hurt you’re feeling. “Tell me it feels good, hm?”

He leans into kiss you again, before turning your face to the side to rub his finger along the bloody mess on your cheek and make it hurt again. “Tell Mattsun senpai that his cock’s your favorite. And I’ll make you come so hard you go cross-eyed.” The pounding of the sticky, warm blood and the skin that aches, the way he fills you, makes you feel it all the way in your throat, how loud your heartbeat is in your head and how your lungs fill only with shallow half-breaths, has you crying out long and hard, squeezing your fingers into his bicep.

“Mattsun senpai~ cock-ahg- hick- my favorite.” You’re not sure you recognize the way your voice sounds as you say it, getting your mouth full of his tongue again as you choke on it and the way he forces his cock through your cervix. Hurts, hurts, feels so good it aches. You can’t tell up from down when his fingers return between your bodies, and he jackhammers his fat cock through you.

“I know, baby. I know. S’all for you now. All yours.”

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[manjiroscum]

NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY

Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕

Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.

WC: 2.3k

Dress shoes pattering from the front door had your left brow rising. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as a form of a salute at the familiar sound steadily growing louder enough to be heard from where you are sitting in your bedroom just ten feet away. Be called crazy or maybe even paranoid, but from the countless times Haitani Ran comes and goes as he pleased into your quaint tiny home he gifted you, memorizing his footsteps wasn’t the oddest ability you have honed since he was welcomed into your life. No, scratch that, he wasn’t exactly welcomed by you. It was your mother’s idea before she decided to leave the earth after a not-so-coincidental household accident months back.

Nothing can always be a coincidence when a Haitani lives under your roof.

Knowing the song and dance like the back of your hand, the bright red nail polish you were about to open and apply to your nails was left open on the desk the moment you stood up. A bowl of frozen strawberries you were snacking on is left to thaw next to it. Feet silently clambering away from your room and to whatever place that seemed a great hiding spot. The beat of your heart was like a drum that has lost all reason, hammering against your ear as you searched high and low. Terrified at the chance of getting caught for the hundredth time, the initial plan to head for the back door was foiled at the sight of the knob twisting only to fail miserably since you haven’t forgotten to lock it. By the wise words of Ran, you have to lock all doors when you were home alone. But in this case, you and Ran weren’t alone—never have been since the death of your mother.

Shit. All known curses raced through your mind akin to a bullet train as you head upstairs to where Ran’s room was. The last time you were trapped in the bathroom by the kitchen, that didn’t end well for you. A hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you hid behind his closet. And now, you waited. While hiding in his closet seemed to be asking for it, you knew the last place he’ll be checking is his room. That would give you ample time to think and plot where to hide next. Although, this would prove to be a bit more challenging because someone else was around to play your usual games. One who was eagerly looking forward to this occurrence, unable to mask his excitement when his brother approved.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

Ran drawling out your name caused a chill to run down your spine, back straight against his neatly folded clothes that exuded the comforting scent of the fabric softener that did little to no help. The tiny space slowly suffocating had you regretting choosing the closet as a hiding spot at the lack of legroom and provided low visibility of the room outside. However, it was too late to go out and find another alternative now. Not when your stepfather was actively seeking you out, calling your name in that sickly sweet tone that often spelled trouble.The exact tone he used to lure you into the guest room when your mother was out shopping for groceries, having your legs spread out for him so he could wet his dick because she isn’t the one he loves. Molding your pussy with the shape of his cock while his wife was out shopping for ingredients for dinner on a Saturday night. And you let him do so willingly. To have him bend you to his will and never have you feel the onslaught or an ounce of guilt that should still be present even after her death. That’s what he’s good at, after all.

Ran was good at making you feel the ecstatic emotion of never giving a shit to a point you figured it was alright to sleep with him. Your mother is just in the other room across yours. Shame, shame, shame. You should’ve felt ashamed. It should make you feel like a sicko, not as if you’ve opened the golden gates of heaven and tasting ambrosia directly from his lips whenever you are with him.

What a bad daughter you are for enjoying his games.

“Are you here?”

The door to his bedroom swung open, creaking under the weight of his hand, alerting you of his presence. Holding your breath, your lungs slightly burned at how long you stayed there, barely letting anything out—to keep this game going. It was far too early for him to catch you. Ran loves his little games after all. Without a challenge, his mood was sure to plummet faster than the vase left shattered on the ground the day your mother’s body was found by the couch. Cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you, all so he could keep you by his side at night. The empty side of his bed was warmer with you in it than the oozing crimson tainting the carpet that took so much effort to clean and dispose of. Who would’ve known your stepfather was good at finding the stuff he broke from the shattered porcelain to the carpet online to replace the dirty one?

“Where are you hidin’, pretty thing?” A ghost of a smirk was on his lips, violets searching high and low for any sign of you. Utter silence swept through the area save for your heartbeat banging louder than anything in your ear. But you shouldn’t really underestimate him. Haven’t you learned from the best? Ran was never one you could easily fool, those limpid lavender irises that looked at you with love now staring down at your crouching form with maliciousness. “Found ‘ya, darling.” Pupils darker than the closet you hid from. A squeak escaped your lips at the way he harshly grabbed you by your wrist, ass stinging as it skids on the floor before you stood up with wobbly legs like a newborn fawn about to be devoured by the lions taking refuge in your home.

“N-no, lemme go—”

A cry out of pain shoots up your nerves from the slap he gave your left ass cheek. Lips in a downturn as he dragged you downstairs, cooing whenever you tried to break free from his grip. Eyes widened a fracture at the sight of his younger brother chilling on the couch like he was expecting this. Haitani Rindou, tired from his paperwork, instantly perked up at the sight of you in merely panties and a silk camisole. A grin quick to spread across his handsome face enough to make a woman’s pussy go damp. Those muscles flexed underneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled back exposing those protruding veins running up his hands. The sound of your meek and pathetic cry for Ran to set you free went straight to the two men’s dicks that twitched underneath their slacks. Your cheek pressed hard against Rindou’s bulge, his legs wide open while he grinned at your feeble position. Both of your hands were rendered useless as Ran had them pinned to your back. The tip of his dress shoe nudging your ass up in the air. Whimpering at how it brushed against your clothed damp sex.

“Such a pretty girl, isn’t she, Rin?”

“Yeah, I can see why you kept this a secret for too long,” Rindou grunted, fingers wrapped around your hair to pull your head up to see fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “So cute. Afraid I’ll take her away from ‘ya?”

“Don’t be stupid, Rin,” Ran scoffed, running his palm up to your ass before squeezing the fat there. “You know I didn’t want that hag to find out I was fucking better pussy.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I used her mouth, right? Fuck, why am I even asking when I’ll be tasting more than just this mouth,” Rindou sneered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, slapping the red angry tip of his cock against your lips. Seeing your defiance, he huffed and pulled at your hair again, eliciting a cry. “Open that mouth, slut. If you know what’s good for ‘ya.”

“N-no—”

“I said, open up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Being denied didn’t suit them well, you know this for far too long. And even if you memorized the script down to the dot, the brothers’ intentions were always a surprise. Gurgling around the girthy length of Rindou’s cock, your cum filled gummy walls were occupied with Ran’s long one that never fails to hit that delicious spot. Tits bouncing at the harsh pistoning of his hips, pussy folds stinging at every stretch his cock did on your unprepared hole. Sobbing at the tip bullying your uvula, a throaty groan followed by a whine bubbled out of your throat at the sudden intrusion in your other hole. Ass cheeks parted, Ran hissed as he sunk his cock into your puckered hole slowly. Egged on by your desperate pleas muffled by Rindou fucking into your throat. Clit throbbing despite your pussy being empty now. The evidence of Ran fucking and stretching it was the ache and his cum that remained.

“Such a good whore, huh?” Pride swelling in his chest, Ran grinned at the idea of you reducing not only him but his brother too, to such an animalistic state. “Told ‘ya my darlin’ is good. Why do you think I always rush home afterward, huh?”

“F-fuck, she sucks dick so good too—ah…”

“S-shtop, plewse!”

Popping out of your mouth, drool and pre-cum connected your tongue to Rindou’s dick. Lips sore and chin glistening with your spit. Furiously rubbing his cock, Rindou hissed as he spurted his creamy cum onto your surprised face, dripping down your lashes down to your parted lips and chin. A salacious smile on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. Scooping up his semen with his index finger, your stepuncle was quick to shove it down your mouth. The taste is salty and a bit bitter. Even now, they manhandled you to their every whim, back now pressed against Rindou’s inked chest while your ankles dug into Ran’s shoulders, both of their cocks were still pounding into your abused holes. Your juices combined with both of their cum splattered around your cunt, thighs, and ass cheeks. The brothers’ pelvis and the base of their cocks weren’t safe from the sticky substance. Nor was the couch.

High-pitched moans and sobs mingled with the grunts that filled the living room. Loud enough to alert anyone nearby who isn't wise enough to know to leave and mind their own business. It is, after all, a quaint neighborhood that never snooped into the houses’ occupants. And this served Haitani Ran and you well, being able to continue such a taboo relationship even though the bonds have been broken since your mother died. Freely exercising the debauchery of it all.

But what had the blood leaving your cheeks and pushing against your stepfather’s chest was the suggestion he threw into the hazy atmosphere that instantly cleared your mind for a second.

“Think this pretty cunt of hers can take us both, Rin?”

Catching wind of what his older brother is about to do, Rindou fought back the urge to laugh at your appalling reaction before nodding. “Wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Such a filthy slutty pussy she has.” To prove his point, his hand went straight to lightly slap on your clit which had you keening instantly. Gushing around Ran’s length, you swore your vision was starting to double when he tapped on your cheek. Violets staring right into your eyes, hoping you could still understand him. A moment to catch your breaths as Rindou sat up, getting ready himself as his older brother checked on you.

“Remember our safeword, yeah, sweetheart?”

Head slightly dizzy, you blinked a few times. Nodding, you hummed in added response and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Despite the taste of Rindou’s salty cum on your lips, Ran swore you tasted like strawberries—sweet and tangy. Humming into the kiss, he unwillingly pulled away to which you pouted at the loss of contact. Immediately resuming his role, Ran squished your cheeks together harshly, puckering your lips as he grinned at how vulnerable you are.

“Good.” Pushing you back to lay against Rindou once more, Ran lined up his cock with his brother’s up to your cunt’s entrance. “Now, be an obedient whore and take us in nice and easy for daddy, ‘kay?” The moment that statement left his lips, Ran slid into your pussy once more, lips parting. Hissing at the abrupt penetration, you mewled into the air. “Fuck, still so tight. How's this pussy still squeezing me?”

Once Rindou started squeezing into your stuffed cunt, tears formed and rolled down your eyes at how unpleasant it was the first time. Taking in two cocks wasn't a walk in the park after all, especially when both of them started thrusting at once. Groaning in unison at the way your warm walls hugged their cocks, milking them again for what seemed like the nth time for today. Nails digging into your stepfather’s forearms, a soft whine was what you elicited when their hips started picking up pace. Ecstasy was close to swallowing you up whole in the process at the way they fucked into you like feral bunnies in heat. It wasn’t until Rindou pinched your puffy clit that had your bones rattled, keening, and gushing around both of their cocks. Lungs gasping for air after the draining yet welcomed activity, a stupid smile graced your fucked out face. Beyond satisfied yet ready for more. The flavor of strawberry tingled the brothers’ taste buds as you kissed them both for a job well done.

“Another round, princess?”

Oh, how could you refuse?

“Yes, daddy. Would like that very much.”

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MIND OVER MATTER | TARTAGLIA

pairing: tartaglia x fem!reader

summary: after the events at liyue, your boyfriend finally comes back to snezhnaya--it was always a gamble guessing which side of him would be coming home to you, but this time the reunion didn't go as you expected either way.

warnings: tartaglia/ajax treated as two separate personas of childe, blood, finger sucking, choking, biting, rough unprotected sex, manhandling (he carries you), little-to-no prep, brief thigh-fucking, bit of angst in the beginning

notes/taglist: i simply wanted to explore the dichotomy of tartaglia n ajax, i had a lot of fun w this fic, i didn't realize how much i missed ajax sobs, i wrote this with my whole heart. rbs for boost always appreciated @tweris @hanmas @dxlucs @mxnjiros @dynalite @nimbixan @alucrds @niicevibe @7rkx @manjiroscum @albedophoria @tokyometronetwork

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Tartaglia was a lot of things. Bloodthirsty, prideful, aggressive. He was always raring to fight, ruthless to enemies of the Fatui, and he hunted down anyone that dared to speak out against the Tsaritsa. Tartaglia’s name was infamous on the battlefield and off, a weapon of war that fought in the name of Her Majesty. He burned but he burned so hot that it felt cold to the touch--he needed no one but himself and valued strength above all else. 

Ajax was also a lot of things. Gentle, affectionate, protective. He dedicated himself to those he loves completely and he cared so deeply that sometimes it scared him because he’s not around as often as he’d like to be. Ajax was not an infamous name, it was a name that was only known by those closest to Tartaglia, a part of himself that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. Ajax also burned, but it was a comfortable burn like that of a soft blaze on the hearth, like home--he was a pillar for his siblings, and you were a pillar for him, there was nothing he valued more than you and them. 

It was hard for you to figure out whether or not you should consider Tartaglia and Ajax as one and the same. Ajax liked to keep the two sides of himself separate--he was always careful to not bring “Tartaglia” home to you or his siblings, and to some extent, you supposed that they were separate. Tartaglia was a persona born to shield Ajax from the horrors of the Abyss, against the harsh winter of Snezhnaya; he was a mask that ensured his younger siblings would never know of things that had been done to him, and the things he had to do to others. It was very clear when he was in the mindset of Ajax or Tartaglia: Tartaglia’s eyes were always cold and empty, Ajax’s were full of warmth and love. 

But at the same time, you could so clearly see Ajax in Tartaglia whenever he was caught off guard by something, as rare an occasion that might be; and you could even more clearly see Tartaglia in Ajax whenever Ajax woke up from a nightmare, getting icy and stiff and not wanting your comfort when it was offered. 

You supposed it didn’t really matter--you loved him all the same whether he was in the mindset of Tartaglia or Ajax, it didn’t bother you when he needed hours, or days, to himself when he was struggling with understanding and accepting emotions and it didn’t bother you when his words were sharp and his eyes were void of any sort of emotion. You knew he would be back in your arms, and you knew he’d be running his lips across every inch of exposed skin to convey how sorry he was without even having to say it.

You had a feeling that this time would be particularly bad. He had been in Liyue for almost two full months now, and from what you heard through the other Harbingers, things hadn’t gone well for him there. Tartaglia wasn’t one to handle failure well, and he was especially not one to handle being made a fool well--and Pantalone’s comments had been rather quip when he mentioned that Signora had used him as a distraction to get the Geo Archon’s gnosis easier. 

The fact that you knew he had been back in Snezhnaya for nearly a week through Pantalone, and he had yet to come see you or his family, did not bode well. 

You let out a shaky breath, cupping the mug in both of your hands as you sipped at the hot cocoa, staring at the fireplace crackling against the wall. It didn’t bother you, you tried to convince yourself, warming your hands over the sides of the mug as your gaze dropped to the floor. 

But it got lonely. It really wasn’t something you could deny--it was lonely, the winter was cold, and dark, and the cabin that Ajax had bought for the two of you was small and cozy like you had wanted, but it felt obscenely large and empty whenever he wasn’t around. The halls stretched for miles, the rooms felt like voids. You tried to not let it bother you because you knew that he hated being apart from you just as much as you hated being apart from him, but sometimes you would go days without seeing people. His family would come by at least two times a week, and every now and then Pantalone would drop in to have coffee and pastries, you were familiar enough with most of the Harbingers through Ajax but you were the closest to him--you were the only one that could follow his absurd theories half of the time. 

So as much as you liked to claim it didn’t bother you, you supposed it did. In fact, it bothered you more and more with every passing day. You swore the cabin was getting bigger, or maybe you just felt smaller, anxious and alone without Ajax around. Your eyes drew up to the clock resting against the wall to the side of you, broken and pulled apart because you couldn’t stand the ticking sound it made as each second passed. 

Just as you were about to rise to your feet and turn in for sleep, forcing yourself to lay in the bed that barely even smelled of your lover anymore, the front door slammed open. You jumped, eyes wide and panicked as you whirled around, trying to figure out if the wind was just that bad--Pantalone had mentioned a bad storm was going to pass through, and it was only going to get worse over the next few days--but your mouth dried when you caught sight of a familiar figure standing in the doorframe.

Your hands trembled as you placed the mug down, taking a step forward, ignoring how bitter the cold was against your skin. 

“Ajax?” you asked quietly, eyes tracing over his body. You felt sick at the dubious amounts of blood staining his clothes, causing his shirt to cling to him like a second skin--you couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s. You forced your gaze to rise to his face, tracing over the cut that dug deep into his cheek before your eyes met his. 

Cold. Empty. 

Not Ajax, Tartaglia. 

You swallowed thickly and you tried so hard to push away the disappointment. He was back, but he wasn’t really back. He probably wouldn’t fully be back for a few days. You didn’t like how he was staring at you. Tartaglia rarely acknowledged you, much less looked at you this intensely. 

“Is the blood yours?” you asked quietly. 

“Some of it, yeah,” Tartaglia responded off-handedly, eyes not drawing from you once as he kicked the door shut behind him, walking closer to you. You took a few steps back, nervous, unused to attention when he was like this, but you found your back pressed against the wall next to the fireplace, and Tartaglia standing directly in front of you before you knew it. You tilted your head up to look at him, eyes searching his for any sign of Ajax only to be met with vacancy. “Are you scared of me?”

“No,” your response was instant, and genuine--Tartaglia or Ajax, you knew he would never hurt you. You could never be scared of him. 

“They were going to kill you,” Tartaglia said, voice so devoid of emotion that it had your skin crawling, “so I killed them first. Hunted them down. All of them.”

“What?” you breathed out. “What are you talking about? Who was going to kill me?”

Your throat felt tight at the knowledge, realizing you had been in danger and hadn’t even known it. You wondered if that had been part of the reason why Pantalone had stopped by so often this week, usually he only popped in every other week, once a week if you were lucky, but he had come the past two or three days in a row. 

But it was hard for you to focus with Tartaglia standing so close to you--he reeked of blood and sweat, and a very faint, familiar scent of cinnamon, chest brushing yours and head leaned down so close that if you moved just a bit closer, you’d be able to press your lips against his. Up this close, you could see the faded, yellowed bruise around his right eye and you could see the way his bottom lip was split. Your hands twitched at your side, stopping yourself from reaching up to cup his cheek, from running your fingers along his bottom lip.

“It doesn’t matter now. They can’t hurt you anymore,” Tartaglia told you, and your eyes widened as he lifted his hand to hold your chin, fingers pressing into your skin just a bit too deep to be considered gentle. It took you off guard because Tartaglia was usually one to isolate himself until Ajax fought his way out of the mindset he had buried himself into. Tartaglia caught the shift of expression, head tilting to the side as he observed you. “You are scared.”

“I’m not,” you told him, keeping your voice steady, trying to stop yourself from leaning into his touch. You missed him--his touch was familiar and foreign at the same time, you had gone months without feeling his skin against yours and you wanted more. You missed his warmth, you missed the feeling of his body wrapped around yours, you missed the intimacy and you missed him.

Tartaglia’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip, you could taste the iron, “Your breath is shaky.”

“It’s not fear,” you said, eyes fluttering shut just for a moment as Tartaglia’s thumb paused over your bottom lip. He was watching you, considering you, his thumb tapped gently against your lip at a steady pace and you weren’t quite sure what he was thinking--Tartaglia was always impossible to read.

“Oh,” he finally said, and you watched as his lips quirked up into a familiar, lopsided smile that would have had you blushing had the smile met his eyes. “I see.”

And he said, tone low as he dipped down, lips brushing yours, hand sliding to cup the side of your neck, “You were lonely without me, weren’t you?” and you knew the implications of what he was asking--and though he phrased it as a question, you knew it wasn’t really one. 

“I’m always lonely without you,” you murmured--not something you had ever admitted to him before but you couldn’t quite stop yourself from letting it slip out this time. For a second, just a second, something shifted in Tartaglia’s eyes, a flash of guilt, regret, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by the blankness you were used to when he was like this.

“Yeah?” Tartaglia asked. “I should do something about that then, shouldn’t I? It’s what a good partner would do, hm?” 

“Aja-” you tried to say but the grip on your neck tightened, albeit only enough to be a warning--that’s right, Tartaglia didn’t like being reminded of the ‘weaker’ side of him that he tried to hide. He didn’t give you the chance to speak up again, instead, he leaned down to capture your lips with his.

Kissing him was always an experience--you never knew whether or not you’d get soft and sweet and careful, whenever he was feeling particularly emotional about something and trying to distract himself by loving on you; or the sloppy, wet kisses that had your blood running hot, when he had just gotten finished training and was eager to fuck out the rest of the adrenaline rushing through him; or the rarer, more aggressive kisses, that led to teeth accidentally clashing and blood being drawn as he pinned you against the nearest surface, tugging down your pants just enough so that he could bend you over and take you wherever the two of you were standing.

This kiss was different and you couldn’t really place how. His kisses were more intense, suffocating, even. His grip on your neck tightened just enough to make you gasp, giving him the opportunity he needed to push his tongue into your mouth, pressing down on yours. 

He tasted like blood, you noted distantly, eyes fluttering shut as Tartaglia’s tongue dragged against your inner lip, as his free hand dropped to your thigh. 

Your feet were off the ground and your nails were digging into his biceps, he lifted you so that you could wrap them around his waist and as soon as you did, he was moving. He barely gave you time to think as his other hand dropped from your neck, large palms slipping beneath your nightgown and wrapping around your thighs. His fingers pressed hard into your skin, to the point where you were certain it would be bruised by morning.

He was making his way down the hall, and a whimper tugged at your chest as Tartaglia’s lips left yours, hot and wet and messy as he kissed across your jaw, behind your ear, down your neck. Your body was sensitive, too reactive to his touch, your legs were tightening around his waist, hips instinctively grinding against his.

His teeth dug into your skin as he bit down suddenly, right at the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the yelp that escaped your lips, squirming in your arms, evidently the reaction he was hoping for if the way that you could feel his lips curl up into a smirk against your skin had anything to say about it. 

You were on your back on top of your shared bed in no time, and you were still reeling, head spinning from his kisses. Your arms shook as you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows to look up at him, eyes wide and chest heaving, but he had paused, standing at the foot of the bed, eyes trained on something behind you. 

You followed his gaze, face hot when you realized he was staring at the shirt you had pulled from his dresser to sleep with at night. You opened your mouth to explain, turning back to look at him, but yet again, you were not given the chance to speak.

You inhaled sharply, the words dying in your throat as you felt Tartaglia’s hands wrap around your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach and positioning you on your hands and knees rather roughly. Your mouth was dry as he pushed your nightgown over your hips, letting it fall up your body and bunch up around your chest.

“Tartaglia,” the name was foreign on your lips, a shaky whisper as you felt his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties, one easy tug and the cloth was ripped, falling from your body to the bed below. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt him shift to kneel on the bed behind you, when you felt his palm smooth against your lower back, sliding up your spine. They were cold and warm at the same time--the skin itself freezing from traveling through the storm but warm and sticky with what could only be blood smearing against your skin. You shivered at the feeling, lips parting and a gasp ripping from them as his fingers fisted your hair, pulling the upper half of your body off of the bed.

You could feel him lean down over you, bare chest flush against your back--you wondered when he had undressed, you didn’t even notice hearing the shuffling of clothes--lips brushing your ear, “Is this what you want?”

A question, one you could barely even make out with the feeling his hips pressed against your ass, his cock sliding between your thighs, you could feel the stickiness of his precum against your skin, you could feel the warmth pooling in your lower stomach. For a moment, you were surprised that he was already this turned on but you supposed you shouldn’t be--Ajax was always eager and ready to go after training or a battle, barely even making it into your house before he was tugging down your panties, why would Tartaglia be any different? Your arms shook against the bed and his words went in one ear out the other.

“Hm?” he prodded when you didn’t respond. He must have realized that it hadn’t registered. “I asked if this is what you wanted.” 

You nodded as best as you could with his fingers intertwined so tightly with your hair. You winced when his grip tightened. “Say it,” he said, voice low, teeth nipping at the lobe of your ear.

“I want this,” you breathed out in response, hating how shaky your voice was as Tartaglia’s other hand smoothed over the side of your ass, as he drew his hips back just enough to rock them forward, cock sliding against your skin, fucking your thighs at a slow, leisurely pace.

“You want what?” Tartaglia pressed, and your face burned as his free hand dropped beneath your thighs; long, lithe fingers dipped between your pussy lips, spreading them open just enough to glide along the inside, gathering up all of the wetness. 

Your body trembled, “I want you,” you said softly, a quiet noise escaping your lips as he let go of your hair, hand circling your neck again as his lips dragged down from your ear to the nape of your neck, as the tip of his cock slid between your folds. He didn’t make any move to push inside of you, and your thighs were tense with anticipation, nails ripping into the bedsheets--Ajax would have taken you already. 

“Please, please, I want you, I want you,” you tried, the words slipping from your lips in a desperate gasp. Months, you had gone months without him and you were dizzy with the thought of finally having him with you again, having his body pressed to yours, having his cock-

Your train of thought was silence, eyes shooting open, choking over a half-cry, half-moan as Tartaglia’s hips snapped forward, suddenly--too suddenly--fat tip pushing inside your entrance, cock stretching you out until his hips were flush against your ass again, this time with his cock buried deep inside you. And it hurt, tears stung at your eyes, spilling over your cheeks. Ajax had taken you with little prep before but never when he had been gone for months at a time--the burn was intense, numbing and blinding, you could feel every inch of him stretching out your walls, every groove and vein molding their place inside of you as it had before he had left for Liyue.

Tartaglia grunted against your skin, cock twitching inside of you, “So fuckin’ tight,” he hissed, but your head was spinning, one of your hands coming up to grab his arm, nails dragging against the skin of his wrist as you tried to pry it off your neck when his grip instinctively tightened. 

Your vision was blurry, body shivering and shaking beneath his as your walls spasmed around his cock, trying to readjust to the familiar size, “S-s’too big,” you were already slurring over your words. “S’too big, s’too-”

You choked, not because of the hand on your neck, but instead because of his free hand, which slid up your body so that he could stuff two of his fingers into your mouth--you could taste yourself on them, and the faint taste of iron, your eyes rolled back as he pressed down on your tongue, as the hand on your neck dropped to your hip, fingers digging into the plush flesh as he rolled his hips slowly. 

It still burned but not as severely, but you couldn’t quite say it was a pleasurable burn yet but the distraction of his fingers stuffing your mouth, of the hand gripping your hip, was enough to take away from the pain. Your breath was heavy around his fingers, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Messy and sloppy, he was so messy and sloppy--drool pooled on the bed beneath you, bubbling around his fingers, you could feel the blood on his chest smearing against your back, your slick and his precum dripping down your thighs, he had barely even done anything, the pain had barely even begun to shift into pleasure and you were already on the verge of cumming. 

But could you really blame yourself? It’d been so long, so long since you’d been touched like this, since you’d been touched at all. Your fingers were never enough when Ajax was gone, you’d lay in bed sobbing, trying your best to mimic his touch but it just wasn’t the same. It was never the same.

“That’s it,” Tartaglia groaned, teeth grazing your skin, “Takin’ me so good.”

“‘m’nna,” you tried to speak but your voice was garbled around his fingers, not understandable. His thrusts were slow and shallow, barely pulling his hips back at all before he pushed himself back deep inside of you, the tip of his cock constantly nudging up against that soft spot inside of you. 

And it still burned, it still burned, but you couldn’t focus on it with the way his hips were grinding against you, the way your walls fluttered around his cock. Your head felt light and dizzy, you couldn’t hold your eyes open--the feeling of his body pressed against yours and his cock stretching you out was enough to push you over the edge.

Tartaglia grunted as he felt your walls spasm against you--a laugh, a sharp and wild and mocking one escaped his lips when he realized you had cum and he had barely even done anything yet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, choking around his fingers, tears streaming down your face, thighs tense and trembling, and mind numb.

“Aja-” the near-sob of your lover’s name slipped out before you could realize it was not what he wanted to be called right now, too fucked and lows in the troughs of pleasure to catch yourself before it was too late. Tartaglia, on the other hand, was hyperaware. His hand slipped from your mouth in an instant, fisting your hair again and shoving your face down into the mattress. 

You couldn’t see anything, and you couldn’t get any air to your lungs, the sudden movement had you reeling, hands pressing against the mattress to try to push yourself up but Tartaglia was strong, stronger than you, and he held you down with ease. 

Now that you had finished once, evidently, Tartaglia had no more restraints--his cock slid out of you easily, no pushback from the tightness of your walls squeezing around him. One shift, his hand leaving your hair to press down between your shoulder blades, his fingers tightening around your hip and then his hips were snapping into yours; hard, fast, a brutal pace that had what little air left in your lungs being forced out with each thrust. 

The drag of his cock against your slippery walls, a sloppy, squelching sound on top of the slapping of his hips against your ass, the low groans as he focused on fucking himself to release--lewd and loud, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t even breathe, your lungs were burning but he was holding you down and you couldn’t lift your head to get even a shallow breath of air in. 

The tip of his cock bullied that spot deep, deep inside of you, over and over and over again. He fucked you at a pace that he’d never taken you at before, had your eyes rolling back and your nails digging into the sheets, your lower stomach was hot and tight and you couldn’t tell if you were cumming again, you couldn’t tell if you had stopped to begin with. 

Your body was laying limp against the bed, his to use as he pleased--he knocked your legs apart just a bit more, his grip on your hip tightening as he dragged your body back to meet his every thrust, fucking you impossibly deeper, heavy ruts that had you unable to think straight.

Everything sounded buzzed and muted, your mind felt blank, all you could focus on was his cock fucking in and out of you, his skin pressed against yours, the heat in your lower stomach that somehow kept getting more and more and more intense to the point that you swore you were on the verge of passing out, everything felt fuzzy and prickly and spotty. Tartaglia’s groans were becoming louder, the snaps of his hips becoming more erratic. 

He was close, you distantly realized but you were more focused on keeping yourself conscious because you swore that you were barely hanging on by a thread, you could barely even feel the sheets beneath you, you managed to turn your head to the side as Tartaglia’s hand left your hair to use both of his hands to grab your hips, to pull you back harder.

The air to your lungs was more dizzying than not being able to breathe at all, your vision spotty and blurry and the rush of relief had you choking over the air, pushing you over the edge so suddenly that you were cumming around his cock again--again? You still weren’t even sure if you had ever stopped, your body was numb with pleasure, you couldn’t feel your hands, you couldn’t feel your feet, you could only feel Tartaglia, you could only think Tartaglia. His name running on repeat in your head over and over and over again as he let out a choked moan, hips stilling against you as he finished deep inside you.

You felt full, too full and too hot, you could feel his cum dripping out of you, down your thighs onto the bed as Tartaglia pulled out of you with a low grunt before he rolled off of you onto the bed next to you, letting you fall limp to the bed. For a moment, you could only lay there, shaking, trying to regain some semblance of control over your own body.

You tried to push yourself up, but your arms were too shaky, breath ragged from the intense orgasms. Finally, you managed to force yourself to a sitting position, intent on getting to the bathroom to clean the mess off of you. You could hear Tartaglia grunt, and then a softer noise as his hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked down, eyes meeting a familiar murky blue.

Warm, adoring. 

Ajax.

You smiled slightly, bringing a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. He brought his hand to cover yours, eyes sliding shut, lashes brushing his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and you ran your thumb over his cheekbone, letting out a questioning hum as you waited for him to explain what he was apologizing for. “I’m not around enough… leave you in this house all alone… in danger. If I had been a day later-”

You hushed him, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead, he quieted at the action, mellowing under your gentleness, blue eyes flickering back open to meet yours. “It’s okay, Ajax,” you said softly. “I know you’ll always come home. I knew what I was getting into.”

And something changed in his eyes at your words--a sort of guilt, or fear, that you couldn’t quite understand where it was coming from. You brushed it off, but in the back of your head you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking of a day where he might not come home. Your eyes drifted down his body, to the dark bruises littering his abdomen, a pattern long-familiar to you by now, evidence that he had used the technique in battle that you had begged him to put aside because each use brought him closer and closer to death. 

He was more hurt than you had initially realized--you hadn’t known he had used the Foul Legacy transformation, and recently at that if the marks on his body had anything to say about it… and then on top of hunting down the people that had been targeting you… the past… however long he had spent with you. Had he even given his body the shortest chance to rest?

“It’s not worth it,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re a target because of me, I can’t even be here to protect you half of the time-”

“It is worth it, Ajax,” you said, grip tightening on his face just enough to force him to look at you and stop talking. “Every moment I get to spend with you makes it worth it. You are worth it.”

The expression on his face was indecipherable, a mixture of longing and fondness that you couldn’t place. Eventually, he brushed it off with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and joke that didn’t land: “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna fuck you again,” it was light-hearted and teasing but you frowned and his smile dropped.

You pinched his cheek hard after a moment and Ajax yelped, slapping at your hand, “What-”

“Stop that,” you didn’t have to explain for him to know what you were referring to. His gaze dropped, you pressed your lips to his forehead again. “Let’s take a bath, I’m covered in blood.”

“You look beautiful in blood,” he said it so adoringly that it took a moment for it to register in your head. When it did, you rolled your eyes as you looked down at him, catching the hearts in his eyes as his eyes trailed over your body blatantly.

“Of course, you would think that,” you muttered, ignoring the mock offense that spread across his face. “You will be cleaning the sheets, Ajax.”

“I hate cleaning the sheets,” was the only protest you got as he rose from the bed, a grimace spreading across his face at the pain but you knew better than to try to help him. 

Instead, you made your way into the bathroom, kneeling next to the tub to get the warm water running so the two of you could soak in it. 

“I know,” you called after a moment, smiling to yourself and rising to your feet when you heard him enter the bathroom. “That is precisely why you’ll be doing it.”

He wrapped his arms loosely around your waist from behind, kissing the nape of your neck once, and then the top of your head. 

“So cruel,” he murmured. 

I love you, he was really saying.

“The cruelest,” you agreed.

I love you too. 

[orchid3a]

😼 + taiju + 54 ehehehhee

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SINFUL - S. TAIJU

✦ pairing ↷ priest!Shiba Taiju x f!reader

✦ tws ↷ BLASPHEMY, NSFW, impact play (one spanking), fingering, manhandling, edging, mention of oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, pet names (lost lamb), sex in church, no beta-reading

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✦ note ↷ what can i say? i just know that i gained a special place in hell, but this and even more for my discord kitten june <3 mr shiba is fine i guess...

Father Taiju was the new priest of the town, the talk of the moment, especially between the older women, those who wanted Taiju to marry their daughters, however they all failed to do so. Taiju’s moral compass is too strong to hack, and no one can change his mind.

Or so it seems…

“I thought you were a good girl, but here you are getting wet in this church.” You could feel the disappointment in his words, a small smirk blossoms on your face, knowing exactly how it will end.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ve been a bad girl” You playfully remark, as his rough fingers pad the wet patch on your tong.

Taiju’s golden eyes frown at your overly playfully look, he sighs before shaking his head, disappointed.

“For the last time, it’s Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

You almost laugh, between all the things he could have said, he decided to be picky about that? It’s hilarious, how he focused on the sentence, rather how wet you are thanks to him.

“So daddy… Will you punish me?” You innocently murmur, batting your eyelashes and placing a wet kiss over his neck.

Taiju’s look became unreadable for a few seconds, before he sighs once again and grabs your wrist, manhandling you on his lap. Face down and ass up, the fabric covering your skin slowly is risen up, letting Taiju see your ass.

Before you can even say a word, he lands a slap across your ass, making you gasp.

“I need to purify your soul first, poor lost lamb. Father will guide you.” His tone seems paternalistic, but you can sense pure and raw lust, the uncontrollable desire to sin, and you succeed in breaking his moral compass.

You feel his hands hovering your skin, but instead of slapping your skin, he swiftly removes your tong, now dangling on your ankle.

Two digits start pumping in and out, while his thumb is paying attention to your throbbing clit. The only things that could be heard in the room, are your moans and wet sounds of your pussy, but if you pay attention closely, you could hear some soft grunts leaving Taiju’s lips.

Something hard pokes your stomach, and judging how hard Taiju is trying to not getting hard, it seems he failed. You won, before you could chant victory and reach your orgasm, he throws you on the ground.

“D-Daddy!? Why?! I want my orgasm!” You whine, but he shakes his head and grabs your hair, pulling you closer to his pelvis.

“You aren’t purified enough, lost lamb… Maybe I should purify your mouth.”

✦ tagging ↷ @haitaniapologist @momoewn @rnht @qiqi-tutu @giyuu23 @nalyana @savagemickey03 ​

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Under your spell - Part I

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he get you jailed, convinced you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 2.1k

Content : Historical au, angst, names (whore, witch), corruption, blasphemy, toxic behavior, manhandle, reader is a smart ass.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

Warning : The first part of this fic has a lot of male chauvinism to stay accurate to the time (dark age) where the story takes place + religious theme. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t read it !

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In a small village lost among the mountains, people are dying. A putrid air lingers above the city and corpses are to be found everyday. The great reaper do not have mercy. Rich and poor, innocents and sinners, they are all passing from life to death.

Rats are everywhere in the city, trespassing in the houses and cottages, even the livestocks got sick.

Not understanding what is going on, the rumor of a curse spread around the notables and the peasants.

One have seen a witch doing black magic, another saw a woman hiding in the dark, it said she’s talking to rodents and they obey her commands.

When the old priest of the village is found dead in his bed, stroked by the disease, the Church decides to send their best man, a newly ordained priest, well known for his bravery during the last crusade.

When he arrives in the village, Taiju starts to gather informations, deploying his troups to patrol nights and days. Several people are immediately arested and tortured when needed.

The knight is here with a purpose and doesn’t go easy on people. The villagers start to fear him. Everyone has to come to church, and prove they know their prayers and did nothing wrong.

To the newly father Taiju, it doesn’t matter if they are men, women or even children. Everyone is suspicious.

The inquisition starts, the neighbors mistrust one another and report people they’ve known barely their entire life.

They are emprisoned or hang up on the public place. No one is safe and the plague is still killing. 

Until someone gives your name. The girl leaving in a tiny cottage outside the city. They swore they have seen you gather strange plants in the forest and even petting a black cat.

It’s all when it started.

It smells like blood and fear inside the room. What did he do to her ?

It smells like blood and fear inside the room. What did he do to her ?

It smells like blood and fear inside the room. What did he do to her ?

“Sit” He says without looking at you. His feather his scratching the parchment and you already know you don’t like him. He’s everything you despise.

“Sit” He says without looking at you. His feather his scratching the parchment and you already know you don’t like him. He’s everything you despise.

The kind of man close minded, bigot, rude, ruthless. He may be a priest but he looks nothing like one. It’s just the almighty’s armed arm in front of you. A warrior that never really left the battlefield. You can tell he’s still at war in his mind. And you, his next opponent. Justice will be served with eyes wide open. You know that. You are well aware.

“Name ?” He ask, still not looking at you. You answer begrudgingly and he stops writting.

His eyes are searching for you before he even lift his head and you know it’s your first mistake. Indeed, he’s not the kind of man to tolerate such tone.

He take a deep breath and you know he’s already annoyed. Whatever.

“Are you baptized ?” You have almost time to answer, he’s already asking another question. And another one. And another one.

« Do you pray ? »

« I d- »

« Do you love God ? »

You frown but answer again « With all my heart »

« Have you ever done anything wrong ? »

« No ! »

« Why ? » he says without taking any break.

« Excuse m- »

« Why do you live alone ? Why aren’t you married? »

« Because I don’t need a man to take care of myself. »

Taiju gives you the cold shoulder. He doesn’t like what you said.

« This is not for you to decide. You should get married, obey your husband and produce children to honor our God as he commands you to. God as plan for the weakest sex... for everyone of us. »

« Then why aren’t you married ? »

You see him curl his fists really tight and grit his teeth. Oh, now he’s really pissed…

« I was fighting God’s enemies in the holy crusade.”

« Enemies ? Didn’t he created the humans to his own image ? Then do you really think he’s happy to see you killing his children ? »

A vein of anger dawn on his forehead, he opens his mouth and answer with a calm tone despite his murdurous stare.

« This is not for you to ask questions. And I do not expect for a woman to understand God’s will. »

You smirk and give him back the very same look. You hate him so much.

It’s a battle you are not going to let him win.

When he leaves his chair you straighten up a bit and think about that smell of steel in his office. Is it your blood he’s coming for now ?

He comes before you and leans on his desk, crossing his arms and you can see another vein running under the skin of his muscular forearm.

You didn’t realize he was so tall. So beefy. If you stand up, you can barely meet his torso. Most of men out there are not that tall.

And you can see why he is one famous holy knight. He matches every stereotypes the Church his looking for its army.

But in no way you’re going to play coy with him. You will not let him intimidate you. You’re a fierce and independant woman. And at that time, you still think no one can bring you down.

“Do you have anything to say, woman ?”

“Like what ?”

He squint and you can tell he is slowly losing patience.

“Witches have marks or stains on their body. Do you ? “

You try not to laugh at his face. This is ridiculous. “No I do not ! Of course no.”

But he catches your tone again and sight before going back to his seat. After a moment he speaks up “You do know lying is a sin don’t you ? And it is even worst when you do it in God’s house.” He looks at you and straighten up in his chair. “God may forgive you for your sins, but I won’t.”

And this is more than you can handle. You know your next move will not be the smartest considering he has the power to kill you on the spot but you can’t stop yourself.

You stand up and come closer to him. At the same time he push back his chair, always facing the enemy but he is not prepared for that.

“Then, should you inspect my body to make sure I am not lying ?”

You put your foot on the chair, between his legs and grab the hem of your skirt  you lift to show your bare leg.

He keeps looking at your face, inhaling sharply at your outrageous behavior but he doesn’t show you any other feeling. As a man of God, he knows he can’t bring himself to look at your body.

“See father ? There is nothing more than the promise land for a real man. Nothing else.”

And he knows that if he looks, it might be a sin but if he doesn’t, it means you are right and he is not a real man.

And he can’t let that happen. Ever.

His pride take over while he supports your gaze and then Taiju slowly lower his eyes to your legs.

« Are you trying to tempt me devil worshiper ? » He doesn’t wait for an answer and grabs your calf in his big hand. You didn’t expected a cold man to have such warm palms and it makes you shiver.

He pulls it forward so you unfold your leg and your mouth opens a little. Maybe this was not a good idea. You can’t fool him.

He looks at you without smiling and put his hand on yours so he can make you lift your skirt a little highter. Your thigh is now on sight for him to take a closer look at your skin.

His stare hover over you, looking closely for any marks. His hands are roaming and you feel your heart beat fast. No one has ever touched you like this. No one has ever seen your legs like this.

You decide it’s enought and try to lower your skirt, but the look he gives you tells you otherwise. And you know, you know surely, that if you do this, he will think you have something to hide and you’ll be done.

Instead, you look away, enable to support his gaze.

« I-I do not worship the devil. » and again, he’s fast to reply. « But you don’t fear the Almighty either ».

You chuckle ironically « I do fear God. But I don’t fear you...” His hand tighten unnecessarily on the smooth skin of your thigh and you breath hard, adding “unless you want to be God ?”

You gasp when his hands spread your tighs to look at the thin skin inbetween and you can’t stop yourself being upfront « Or do you want me to worship you like Him? »

The moment it past your lips, you know you’ve gone too far. You should’ve never said that.

Taiju is quick to react. He pushes you from him and grabs your throat, squeezing hard.

You let your skirt fall down in place and put your tiny hands over his big warm palm.

«  Let me go ! »

He push you furiously until your back hit the edge of his desk and gets so close to your lips you can feel his breath when he whispers.

« Blasphemy ! I am not going to let a filthy whore speaks the Lord’s name in vain in his own house ! I have put people at the stake for less than that ! ”

« I am not a whore ! » you say trying to breath but he’s so strong you can’t do anything.

« Yes you are ! If you were not, you would not have talked to me like that  woman, or let me see your legs. You should have reacted like the others. You are supposed to deny me the view, and stay a virgin until God finds you a good religious husband or you take holy orders ! »

He continue to call you names and witch, not letting you go. The more you try to fight back, the more he applies pressure on your throat and when he leans on you, you start to feel his hard on.

He will never admit it, but you did something to him. And the strange feeling you had when he was caressing your legs had his own call at the other end.

And he’s furious, because for the first time he can’t control his body. He can’t control the effect you, a witch, had on him.

You put your hands on his chest and you try to push him away, but he’s so strong compared to you. The crusader doesn’t move and you start to see black and white dots.

You let one of your hand run down his chest to his crotch in a desperate attempt and he feels your hand on his shaft.

Utterly shoked by the feeling that rush under his skin, he let go of you and back up.

You push him away when he comes back to you like a raging bull. « I am not a witch, I am not a whore and I am still a virgin ! I did nothing wrong to offense our God ! But look at you ! Lusting after me ! »

When he opens his mouth you shut him up, using the same warnings as him. « Don’t you dare lying in God’s house priest ! It is a sin you cannot forgive, remember ? »

This time, Taiju is left without anything to say. He feels remorse and something else when he looks at your face he can’t put up with.

You know something is out of place for you too. You hate him but what you felt everytime his hands were merging with your skin, even for the worst part had made your blood rush.

You decide not to stay any longer and take your leave, running out of the church but his soldiers are blocking the way out.

He comes after you and stops when he sees his men’s back because he can’t let them see him in such an embarrassing state.

He grabs your elbow and pull you back behind one of the large gothic column. Your back is pressed against his torso and your cheeks start to burn when you feel him. His breath his hot on your neck and you feel every nerves inside you tingling when he whispers to your ear « This is not over. »

He let you go but stay hidden to shout his orders out to his men. « Let her go. »

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[mulberrysilk]

can’t stop thinking about ushi manhandling and breeding me with his big ass hands around my throat 😩💞

a/n: I love how most of my Ushijima asks has breeding in it like it’s a requirement ☺️ cause you bet your ass, Toshi is going to be obsessed with pumping you full of his cum

Ushijima x reader

tw: breeding kink + manhandling + choking + consensual to dubcon-ish

Gentle giant.

Those were the first words that came to mind when anyone asked you what Ushijima was in your eyes. Sure, at first sight, your boyfriend was intimidating. The type of person that naturally exudes power and asserts it but when you got to know him, beneath all that was a gentle and kind loving man. One who’d hold your hand on the way home, lend you his jacket when it’s too cold and hold you close when he knew something was bothering you.

He was all of that.

Til he was provoked.

Ushijima was also a man who likes routines, logic, simple and understandable things. When any of those were challenged, he became harsher. He assured you that he would never take those frustrations out on you but that same feeling of loss of control came about when he saw you smiling and laughing with an old acquaintance of his.

At first he took, Atsumu’s attention to be one of friendly curiosity, but when the blond started to make you cluster with his suggestive humour and teasing, Ushijima would squeeze his water bottle just a little tighter. You were wholeheartedly his. He shouldn’t worry. It wasn’t your fault you were so likeable and pleasing to the eye...but you were his. Wasn’t that clear enough to everyone?

He didn’t know where this all came from. This burning black colored flame that consumed him.

“Toshi,” you whimpered, his cock buried deep inside of you, your lower lips split around him and walls contracting, desperately trying to adjust to his size. Your breaths were quick and shallow as you did, hands gripping his biceps.

Usually he’d kiss you and caress you in the spots that would comfort you, to aid in relaxing you...but the longer Ushijima stared at where the two of you were connected, thinking through how intimate it was to be with a person this way, he came to the conclusion that only he could ever mark you this way. That it should only be his cock that your walls remembered.

You weren’t fully adjusted to his girth and length when he reared his hips back, and thrusted in and out of you in a pace that started slow and deep, and quickly escalated to ruthless pounding.

“Toshi. I haven’t adjusted—Ah!” You tried to push him away, legs trembling to close and restrict his freedom of movement but his large hands pushed down your inner thighs, keeping them apart as his fat cock slammed into you over and over.

Your cunt was drooling around him, his length coated with your slick and dripping out of you with every thrust, the lewd squelching sounds, music to his ears.

“T-toshi, I can’t. You’re too big, please, s-slow down—mhmf ,” you moaned out, the man above you wondering why your tone contradicted your words but why was your denial and squirming spurring him on. “

Darkened, wild olive green eyes, glowed in the dark, and you shivered at the primal expression. Where was your sweet gentle Wakatoshi? But he enjoyed taking you like this, he was more vocal.

“Mine,” he grunted, one of his large hands easily wrapping around your fragile throat, squeezing it a little, relishing the way your lips parted and was gasping for air.

“Toshi, c-cant—

“You can,” he growled, his other hand pushing your left leg higher to open up your pussy for him to see. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Even when your walls clamped around him so tightly as you came, babbling and drooling, he wanted more. Even when he unloaded inside of you till it dripped from your core, he wanted more.

“Toshi, can you please hold me?” You sniffled, your voice raspy from his grip around your throat. His silence went through you like a knife. He pulled away and stood at the foot of the bed, towering over and looking down at you.

You shivered. He looked even more broad and colossal in this way. You felt even smaller than usual.He even looked at you in the way, he stared down opponents, the way he’d stare to tell them that he was stronger than them.

Toshi took you by your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach and hoisted your hips up to keep you on your knees. You were trembling so beautifully before him. His white cum was dripping from your pink hole, throbbing around nothing, asking to be filled again.

That was his. His seed in your cunt.

Before anymore could leak out, he shoved his cock back in without warning, making your fingers clutch the sheets and cry into them.

His pelvis was colliding hard on your rear, your whole body shaking from the sheer force of the pro athlete and his heavy balls were slamming against your clit with every deep thrust.

You were reduced to nothing but a babbling mess and his name falling of your lips like a chant.

“You like this don’t you?” He uttered in a low grave voice.

You couldn’t muster the strength to string together a proper response, too overwhelmed.

“Yes, yes, yes! Can feel you so deep, Toshi. F-feel so—ah—good!”

He curled his fingers with your soft locks of hair, everything about you was soft. Your skin, your smile, your touch, your plush hot walls. All of that was his.

He pulled your hair back, making your back arch in to the mattress, hips moving in their own to meet his thrusts. He was going to fill you up. Over and over again. Till your cunt was overflowing with his cum. Till you were full of him for days.

Breeding you and at the same time, leaving a part of him inside of you. To remind you who you belonged to and for him, to look at you with security, knowing that it was his cum sloshing in your little womb.

Ushijima knew he was being rough. He knew exactly what he was doing as he fucked you hard into the mattress like you were nothing but a cocksleeve, milking him so greedily despite your cries that were more like moans now.

“Good girl,” he hummed, thrusting hard, nudging against your cervix as he unloaded himself inside of you for the second time.

Your body collapsed into the bed, heaving for air as your body convulsed from another orgasm.

But you had no time to recover, not when your boyfriend’s still hard cock rubbed against your rear. You flinched. A reaction that Ushijima didn’t like.

He flipped you onto your back once more, burying himself deep inside you once more, the excess of his cum was a mess between your thighs and you looked up him through tear stained eyelashes.

“Gonna fill you up, my love.” He caressed your lower belly where you womb would be. “Gonna fill you up til your filled for days.” His hand wrapped around your throat again, stilling you from squirming away from him. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

You wanted to tell him to stop. Tell him no. That it’s enough. You couldn’t take anymore. That your mind was foggy from his roughness and the orgasm that ripped through you.But your walls throbbed around him, sucking him inside of you without your permission. Your body’s betrayal made more fat tears stream down your face as your lips quivered, no words coming out of you. Just an obedient little meek nod that made a hint of a sadistic smirk form on your boyfriend’s face as he took you again for the third time tonight, and a part of you felt it wasn’t going to be over anytime soon.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Alpha ushijima full nelson position 😩😩😩

YES

He’s big and he’s strong, we all know this, but as an Alpha? He oozes strength and dominance, this is nothing. He manhandles your poor body all the time, maneuvering you any which way so he can fuck you senseless.

However, you don’t know that he knows, but he’s completely aware of the fact you tend to smell so much sweeter when he forces you into a specific position. Unable to move, barely able to breathe, he just forces your head into the pillows as your arms become absolutely useless except to grab the pillows and his wrists. You’re no match for him, instead your nails feel like wind against his skin, not worth his full attention and barely noticeable, as he ruts himself into you while all you can do is take it.

Groaning into your ear about how good you feel, about how close he is, it’s so much combined with his brute strength. As your cunt clenches around his cock, trying to milk him, he splits you open with his knot to keep you locked against him. He’ll let your head rest, but you won’t be moving from that position anytime soon. He plans on keeping you in the perfect position for him to fuck you like a beast and you’ll lay there and take it like a good mate.

[bleach-your-panties]

My entire lower body is vibrating rn

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 1K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!chifuyu, switch (↑ sub)!kazutora, unprotected sex, oral sex (m! receiving), humiliation kink, shoe humping, manhandle, degradation, dub-con, mention of bullying, bimbofication, forced submission, deep throat, hair pulling, mfm but implied mmf, torafuyu a lil fruity here idc.

𖦹 pairings: hanemiya kazutora x tora’s bully!f!reader x chifuyu matsuno.

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𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥

tw noncon, predator/prey, manhandling, biting, degradation, bunny kink

for iwa's birthday week

Your heart seems to race in your throat. There’s only so much you can see from your curled up position behind the door, watching the light disappear as the footsteps stop. There’s a moment of pause, only one breath that you allow yourself to take, before you flatten yourself to the wall. The door slams open with a loud bang that ricochets around the storage room, and you resist the urge to curl even deeper in on yourself. You can’t see him, but there’s no doubting it.

Even walking down the halls of the gym earlier had your hairs on end, catching brief glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye. But you’ve never thought of Hajime as a danger, and even with the intimidating, harshness of his expression, you were never scared of him. Now you’re faced with the darkness of the messy room, you think differently. Your air burns at the top of your lungs as you wait, and wait, and wait.

And the silence is only broken by the soft creaking of the doors falling shut again, unfreezing your aching muscles and crawling out of your hiding spot. You take a few shuddered breaths, push yourself up and shuffle between the equipment with your hands gliding over them. If you can just get to the dressing rooms— A palm clasps over your mouth and nose before you can scream, pulling you back sharply into a hard, warm body.

You smell sweat and something darker, heavier as another strong arm wraps around your chest and clamps down enough to have your breath leave you with a squeaky croak. You jerk and grab at the hold, but digging in your nails does nothing but make him press his lips to your ear, groaning. “Got you, you little bitch.” Hajime pushes down on you as you struggle against him, jamming his knee into the back of yours so that you slump down into his hold, squeezing harder over your mouth when you push and try to claw your way out. “You promised-”

He pushes you down onto the cold floor with a grimace, baring his teeth like a feral animal as his grip slides to your throat, and hisses out the words. “You promised me I could.” His strong hands don’t toy with your shorts as much as pulling until they glide from under you, ripping the seams. And though you land a hit with your palm up to his chin, he barely blinks before grabbing both your arms and crossing them painfully tight over your chest, pinning you down. “Stop -fucking- wiggling, this was your game. You lost, bunny.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss out, his weight on you being enough to drive a sharp pain between your ribs, as tears collect at your lashes. There’s something too real in those pretty greens, blown out so far in the dark only the slightest ring isn’t engorged black, his nose almost to yours. One hand gives your panties the same treatment, the other pressing a thumb deep into the side of your neck, and your blood pumps harshly at the vein under it.

“I intend to,” he bites back, slamming his mouth to yours too hard and knocking teeth. The hand between your bodies rubs up and down a few times, before pushing in a finger and a second quickly after, and your tears spill over when you hear the lewd squelching coming from you. But it’s his lips and tongue that do the most damage, pushing in and taking your breath away as he ruts himself into you. He pulls back to press messy kisses down your cheek and jaw, ending at your throat while he pushes his shorts and boxers down thick thighs.

“Gonna fill this bunny cunt up,” he whispers, the soft nosing only a little reprieve when he pushes the drooling head of his cock against your slick pussy. A low, rumbling noise sounds as he stretches your tight walls out, the feeling heavy in your belly. But it’s the way he bites down on the skin between your neck and shoulder that has you softening, a whine breaking free as you arch your back, and he licks at the tender spot.

With a sharp thrust bottoming out and bumping your cervix, he grunts again, biting down harder. “My bitch.” He pushes two coated fingers between your lips and hooks them on your cheek as you cry out, before he pulls out and fucks back into you, harder and faster.

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✨Currently thinking about Pimp! Koko✨

TW: MINORS DNI, 18+, Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers [Boten Arc], canonical dark content, prostitution, prostitute reader, female reader, degradation, smacking, manipulation, gaslighting and depictions of toxic relationships. [If I miss anything then tell me and I will adjust my tags. Also this isn’t proof read so sorry]

Pimp! Koko who can either be the nicest person or the cruelest to his girls. He doesn’t accept mistakes from them but if he upfront sees that a customer is being rude he will teach them a lesson. Sure the girls were whores but they weren’t cheap. Koko did nothing at a cheap price and that went for the girls that worked for him. They were paid the amount he saw fit, housed, clothed and fed. Kept on strict diets that they never complained about because they knew better. No one ever spoke to him or touched him unless he told them so. He liked the way things were going, the newer girls were struggling in heels and getting used to his training regime but they were steadily improving, getting better as the days passed. He liked the way he ran things and so did Mikey, it made him happy, he could make money and please his boss.

Something that didn’t make Koko happy was that there was always one girl who fucked up and he had to teach them a lesson in front of them. Even if he tried to avoid it, it always happened, it was either she never got the right amount of money or she never got any money. He never thought that you would be the one to mess up. You were new, fresh, a customers favorite even though you just started. So how could you be so fucking stupid that you spread your legs to a dirty old man and only get 1/4 of the money that you needed. When Koko went by while you were counting, he could see the dumb look on your face. Glossed lips pouted as you tried to figure out why you weren’t counting as much as the other girls. Don’t worry though, he would tell you why, you didn’t ask for the payment before you spread your legs. He tries to hold back his anger when he sees your eyes fill with tears but he can’t, how could you be so fucking stupid? He thought that you were one of the smart ones.

He was upset to see that he was wrong, you were just another slut looking to make a quick penny. The room fell silent gradually as his hand came in contact with your cheek, this was normal, the second that Koko found a weak link or a mistake that a girl made he would be quick to correct it, this was him correcting your stupid behavior. He peered down at you, his gaze scrutinizing and hard, if a look could kill you they would be contacting your parents and telling them of your passing in the next minute. He was livid, if he didn’t take a second to breathe he probably would’ve killed you in that moment.

You were shaking. Barely even breathing as your mouth opened and closed, trying to manage out an explanation, mascara running down your cheeks, hands reaching up to grip onto the expensive fabric of his clothes. He slapped you again this time on the other cheek. He didn’t want you to bruise, most of the regulars didn’t like that. Instead he crouched down and cupped your face, his touch was gentle, warm almost until he gripped onto your cheeks, digging his thumbs into your skin. If he didn’t move soon it would bruise. Then you wouldn’t be able to make the daily amount he demanded, no one wanted a ruined girl, they only wanted pretty girls.

“Baby. Listen to me, listen to me closely so that you don’t mess up again. First you take the money then you bend over. ‘Kay? If you keep messing up like this I could get demoted from my position or even worse killed because of you messing up something so fucking simple. You don’t want that to happen right? Want Sir to keep taking care of everyone here right, want Sir to keep loving you?” He asked, grip softening with his gaze.

You nodded eagerly, sniffling and smoothing out the fabric, looking up at him with glassy eyes and ruined makeup. “M’ sorry sir, m’ so sorry, please don’t be mad. I love you. Love you so much Sir and I’ll do better..I jus’ need another chance!”

A small smile forms on his lips, brushing his thumb over your cheeks and patting it gently, relishing in the way that you flinched but leaned into his hand either way. “There’s my good girl. Why don’t you go take care of Sanzu? He’s in a private room, you know the rules already princess.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞?

[izayumi-chan]

Might be late for this but this is so good😩🙌

Pharaonic Oasis

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 4,1K.

𖦹 content: faux sympathy dom!ran, mean dom!rindō, nicknames, mfm, dub-con, impregnation, overstimulation, manhandle, use of drugs, degradation, choking, hair pulling, double penetration, oral sex (f! + m!), power imbalance, mention of blood and violence, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: pharaoh!haitani ran x f!reader x pharaoh!haitani rindō.

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RAN HAITANI KINKS

Warnings: f!reader, sexual themes, cursing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, blindfold, creampie, exhibitionism, hints of overstimulation, office sex, manhandling, degradation, use of dildo, hints of humiliation, pet names used, and gagging. Minors do not interact.

Note: bby abby @novaresque wanted me to make one 😆 so here it is! 💕

BREEDING KINK

“Baby, you’re so tight.” Keeping your legs close to your chest, Ran chuckled lowly at your pathetic whines for him to finish. Lost track of the time, all you could do was lament on how tired you were with all your bones aching at the continued onslaught of the man above you still thrusting his cock into your puffy folds, glistening with his cum and yours. A man on a mission, he was, delighted at the mere sight of his thick semen dripping out of your pussy and onto the drenched sheets mixed with all your other juices.

“R-Ran—enough! I can’t anymore...” You slurred, eyes shut at the overwhelming euphoria as he continued to piston his hips to meet yours. The grin on his face grew at your breathless protest, mouth pressed against your lips in an attempt to silence you. Just how long was he going to keep up with this? Wasn’t he exhausted himself? You really should've thought twice in announcing that you wanted a kid with him soon.

“You can take more, baby—I know you can. Know that this pretty pussy will.” He accentuated his sentence with a hard thrust that had you seeing stars, mewling at the ceiling. “Gonna breed you full—fuck a child into you and this cunt. That’s what you wanted, y-yeah? Wanted my cum so badly, who am I to refuse?”

SENSORY DEPRIVATION

The voice in the back of your mind wouldn't leave you alone even as you were bent on the office desk of your boyfriend, moaning into the cold air while the air conditioner continued to whir behind you both. Like any other time you’d come visit him, you were either to leave disheveled or missing a panty because of Ran’s wandering hands. Today was no different, except this time he was feeling more adventurous—his necktie wrapped around your eyes while the tip of his cock was brusing your crevix. Nails digging into the wooden furniture below you, the thought of someone walking in and watching nagged at you.

“Such a slut. Can’t have enough of my cock, huh, princess?” He whispered, free hand snaking down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves relentlessly. Head pressed against the cold surface, you moaned into it. Tears dampening the expensive cloth of Ran’s tie, accepting the brutal pace of his thrust. And just before you could cum, you swore the door to his office creaked open. Ran didn’t imagine your warm walls tightening at the idea.

“Pussy so good, might share it soon.” Ran hissed at your walls clenching down on his shaft, milking him dry. Inquiry whether someone came in and saw you bent over and fucked silly disappated with your panting breath. A squeak fell out of your lips when your boyfriend suddenly flipped you over, legs now dangling in the air. “You’d like that, won’t you?”

GAGGING

Drool dripped down your chin, glistening on your flesh. Whines and mewls muffled by the ball gag in your mouth, perked nipples hard as they pointed up in the air—waiting to be touched or pinched by Ran. His heavy gaze lingering on your damp slit, hand pulling out the pink dildo before pushing it into your cunt again, marveling at your reactions. It was another slow day at home and your boyfriend wouldn’t want to play with his fingers all day at the rare opportunity of having nothing to do. What better way to fight boredom than mess with you, right?

“What’s the matter? Already tired?” He cooed, reaching out to tuck strands of hair away from your face to see your eyes rolling back clearly. A smug grin on his handsome face made you wanna punch him and kiss the man at the same time. He was enjoying this too much, seeing you unravel underneath him, enough to beg and meet the pace of how he fucked the dildo into you. If there was anything Ran enjoyed, it was having a hold over you. “Gonna cum around a cheap toy? Pathetic whore.”

EXHIBITIONISM

Rindou’s disinterested gaze did not match the boner his pajama was showing. Lazy violet eyes trained on both of you dirtying his couch when this was supposed to be a wholesome movie night between you three. But then again, when his older brother was involved, there was no point in seeking such a thing when you were nearby. However, he wouldn't want for this display to end. He just wished Ran wasn’t so eager to show anyone whoever looked at you twice that you were his, including his younger brother.

“Such a good pussy—my good pussy.” Meeting Rindou’s gaze, Ran grinned while pressing your face further against the couch, muffling your scream when he hit that sweet spot of yours. Cheeks aflame in shame and arousal, a part of you wished to strangle Ran for choosing the wrong place and wrong time to fuck you silly on Rindou’s couch in his own home. “Take all my cum—you’re good at that, right?”

And just when you tried to swallow your humiliation, your heart hammered erratically in its ribcage at your boyfriend offering his brother a chance to fuck you.

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Under your spell - Part V

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a  young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the  place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put  her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 5,4 k

Content  : Historical au, angst, toxic behavior, romance, heavy blasphemy, corruption, smut, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, masturbation (f!receiving), squirting, spit in mouth, manhandle, pet name (good girl), rough sex, breeding.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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When you wake up you are back in your bed, alone.

After the bath he took you to his bedroom and he made love to you, he touched you everywhere, kissing every inch of your skin, making you feel how much you were valuable to him. He never talked about your burns. He kissed it gently like the rest of your body. And you forgot just for a moment you were different. You didn’t wanted to hide yourself like with the others. No, Taiju saw through it, and you felt like the most beautiful and lovable woman walking the earth under his touch. You felt your heart melt and die from pure bliss everytime his lips where on you.

Soon after, the nuns enter your bedroom and open the curtains.

A servant comes in with a tray full of fruits and bread and marmelade.

« You need to hurry my child, the lord commander is already waiting for you. »

You frown, not understanding what they are talking about. You were with Taiju the whole night and not once did he mention for you and him to leave the day after.

Of course you knew you couldn’t stay here for long, but this was so sudden.

You eat in a hurry, letting the help bandage your body and dress you in casual clothes before you go down to the courtyard were the crusader is already taking care of his horse.

When he sees you coming between the nuns, he bow his head respectfully like he weren’t buried deep inside you last night, pilling ropes of cum and giving you multiple orgasms. You make a quick reverence, and you can’t hide your joy of seeing his handsome grumpy face again.

The very same face you caressed and kissed all night long.

« Lord Commander. »

« Leave us sisters, I have to talk to our guest. »

When they aren’t on sight anymore he takes your hand and kiss it gently, you close your eyes, flash of your night coming back again and you feel your pussy quivering at the feeling of his lips on you. It’s insane how needy he can make you with a simple touch.

He let go when a servant passes nearby and takes a step back.

« Ride the horse Y/n, we need to reach the dock fast. »

He helps you on, sliding his hands along your waist, your hip and your thigh and a shiver run down your spine. Every time he touches you, you are close to having a heart attack but you miss it bad the moment his skin isn’t against yours.

He hop on the black stallion behind you and you leave the Roman house.

« Where are we going ? »

He doesn’t say anything, looking around aware of any dangers that might come your way.

When he finally helps you out of his horse, you are near a galleon where men are already running around and you understand that you are going to leave the holy lands.

« Wait here. » he says before going onboard to talk to the captain. When he comes back, his stern look is tainted with something strange you never saw on his face.

« It is done now. » He said avoiding your gaze.

« You did not tell me. Where are we going ? »

You can see he struggles a bit to take the words out. « This ship is heading north, they will make halts to several docks but you should be home in two weeks. This is the fastest I could find. »

« What ? No ! I am not going anywhere without you ! »

You put your hands on his but he push you away. « Listen to me woman, this land is not a place for you, it is dangerous and you are not welcome. I do not hope for you to understand, and I do not care. This is where our paths diverge. You are going back to your life and I am going back to war. »

Your eyes start watering and you try again to touch him but he continues to push you away.« I have made my decision. Now take this ship and do not come back. I forbid you to ! »

« No ! You are lying ! Yesterday you- » he doesn’t let you finish and shake his head.

« You do not want to understand, do you ? It meant nothing to me. I just needed your body for comfort. Yesterday was pleasant but I could not care less about you. I already told you, I am a protector of the faith, my duties here a more important than you. I did not think you were so silly. »

Your hand move fast and the sound of the slap on his cheek echoes on the dock.

There is just a few second when he doesn’t move, like he’s trying to make a hard choice and then he slaps you back, so hard you fall to the ground and you look at him in shock with your hand over your sore cheek.

He kneels down to get your full attention and with that he adds insult to injury. « You wanted to know, then, everything I said in my confession was true. I did touched myself thinking of your body, I did dreamed of you but this was only when I needed to evacuate my stress after a battle. Let us be very clear, you chose to give me your body yesterday and years ago, I never came to see you, never asked for it. Indeed, you have my gratitude for letting me use your body, but I do not need it anymore. I feel better and I can go back to war while you, are going to stay away, not bothering me ever again, did I made myself understood ? »

You can’t breathe, you can’t even control the tremors of your body nor your tears falling down your cheeks. You can’t believe it, but he did it. He really slapped your face and stepped on your feelings. Even if he could lie about what he is saying, he would have never done that. Even when he thought you where a witch he never dared to raise a hand on you.

And yet, after loving you so tenderly during the night, he really hit you hard.

« I want you out of my way, woman. You are wasting my time. »

You look at him, searching for anything to convince you he doesn’t mean what he is saying but he looks determined.

« I do not believe you. I know you. And you are not this kind of man, I know it ! »

He smirk at you but his eyes are cold. « And who do you think am I hm ? What did you thought ? That I would leave everything I possessed to be with you ? You thought I would live with you happily ever after ? And to do what ? I am no peasant, no farmer, I do not work the field, I do not trade, I do not cook. I am a soldier. I fight, I pray, I fight again and then I die. I have been brought to this world on that sole purpose. This is what my life is about. You have no value for my quest as a priest or a crusader. You were just a mere misconduct. »

You stand up, gritting your teeth and he does the same, topping you with his tall stature.

« Look at me Lord Commander Taiju, look at me and swear to God this is what you really think.»

He looks away with anger tensing his handsome face « Damn it, woman…» he whispers for himself and then he looks back at you. « Do you really want me to go hard on you ? Just get on this ship for God’s sake. »

« Swear and I will. »

« I am not swearing on God’s name. Do you really want me to sin again ? Have you not done enough in that matter ? »

« Why are you doing this then ? » you put both your hands on his chest and it’s your turn to push him. « You might be a soldier of God but you are a coward ! You deny your own feelings in the name of a man you never saw when I am right in front of you. You said you were still alive because of me, not him ! Who are you deceiving yet ? Me or your God ? »

« Enough with your blasphemy !! I warn you woman, another word and I have your attitude fixed !  »

You walk to him, take his big hand in yours and put it on your neck. « Then do it. Do it now, because I would rather die from your hand than living without you. »

He tries his best not to close his eyes, breathing hard when his fingers slides on your skin and he take it off as if it was burning him. « Leave. It is an order. »

« I am not one of your underlings. You cannot order me anything. And I am not boarding this ship if you do not come with me. »

He doesn’t move, keeping his distance with you. « You told me once you wanted to freed me from you, now it’s time to freed yourself Taiju. »

You close the gap between you two and make room for yourself in his arms. « Is it that hard to aknowledge what I am saying ? I am yours. I have always been. » You admit not looking at him, with your cheeks burning out of embarrassment. 

And this time he can’t push you away. He doesn’t held you, he just freeze and his eyes lowers to you.

Damn, your smell is mesmerizing. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he just tries his best not to listen to his inner voice that keeps telling him what he can’t bring himself to do publicly.

You put your ear on his chest and you can feel his heart beats fast.

« I‘m yours…eternally. »

You feel his hand on your chin and he makes you lift your head to look at him.

« I- » He stops himself before it’s too late. « I beg your pardon, for hurting you. But you have to leave, leave and never come back. You have to. »

« No. »

« Please. »

« No. I told you, I am not going anywhere without you. My place is by your side. »

« Y/n. » You feel his strong arms holding you tight but it’s only to push you out of him gently. « Do not make it harder than it should. You and I, this is not going to work. I could never make you mine, even if I wanted to, and I do not. No matter what you say, I am still a priest. What happened was a mistake. You were a… mistake. »

No tremors in his voice. He speaks calmly, you know he is not lying. How could he ?

You look at him and force a smile through your tears soaking your face without you noticing. « I understand. It is fine. » You make a step away and you turn around. « Know you never were one for me. »

His jaw clench and he takes a deep breath. He has nothing else to say. He did what he had to.

He watch you as you board the ship and your heart is so heavy when you turn around to look at him.

You see him ride his horse but he doesn’t move, waiting for the ship to leave, just to make sure you’re not going to sneak out.

His blank face doesn’t betray any feelings. He rest his hand on the cross of his sword while a sailor shout out to weight the anchor.

You look at him, pleading, hoping for a miracle but still, he doesn’t make a move.

Your ship is now leaving the dock and you shake your head. No, it’s impossible, you can’t do this, you can’t bring yourself to give up on him. You will not make it without him. He turns around ready to go back to war and its more than you can take.

You put one feet on the edge and a sailor hollers at you, making Taiju to look over his shoulder.

You are now seated on the flange and Taiju makes his horse turn around just to see you jump out of the ship.

« Y/N !!! »

You body go straight to the ocean and his heart stops beating when you disappear.

He rides out and run to the dock the fastest he can. He jump in the sea without second thought while you make it to the surface and he swims to you.

You try your best not to drown. You have never been a very good swimmer. You feel salted water in your mouth and your nose and start to move your legs to keep your head out of the waves.

He comes your way and grabs you in his arms a minute later. « ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN ? » He’s so angry and frightened. It’s the first time you can see fear paint his handsome face.

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like he was your only way to breathe. You find air in his mouth and he struggle to keeps you both on the surface.

« Not without you ! Never again ! »

You find his lips, and you feel him keep you so close, you could merge with him.

He knows he needs to get you both out of the water, if the tide doesn’t kill you, ships and sharks will.

« DO…NOT MOVE, DO YOU…HEAR ME ?! » he grabs you by the waist and drags you to the shore.

When you are both out, he lay down next to you, try ing to catch your breath.

« You… you are… the most… insane… woman … I…ever…why…did you… »

You look at him while he stares at the sky breathlessly. « Because…I… »

You make an effort to get closer to him and kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear «…love you. »

You saw it, he didn’t say it out loud but you clearly saw it. He swore. A fuck got out of his mouth and you don’t know why but it makes you giggle. And you start to laugh louder, you can’t stop yourself. Yours makes his starts too and you end up having a long gale of laughter together.

You are wet, covered in sand and dust, you’re freezing, your every moves feel heavy and painful but you couldn’t care less.

Once you calmed down, he takes your hand in his and squeeze it gently. « Do not ever do that again, do you hear me ? I thought you were dead. »

« Were you afraid ? »

« I have never been so scared. I thought I lost you. » He admits looking at the clouds.

« If I did not jump out of this ship, you would have… »

He frown taking in a deep breathe. « Fine. But I want you to understand that from now on, you will be in great danger. I will have to hide you away. Means you will do as I tell you without question. »

You stay quiet a moment. « The Cardinal ? »

He nods. He doesn’t have to say more. You felt it when you met the man in clothe. Taiju always looked like a walking threat to you. But his uncle is worst, and you never met his relatives but you can sense a strong family trait behind this.

After a moment, he stands up and bend over to help you on your feet. He stops just to caress your cheek with his palm and your face lights up at the touch.

« I like it. Your smile. »

Your face heat up from the compliment before you slide your hand in his.

« You will see it more from now on. »

He shake his head and you can read his mind. Stubborn woman.

« Shall we go ? » You start to walk but he doesn’t move. You turn around and he looks at you with a smirk.

« Would you say it again ? »

Your eyes open wide and you turn around not to let him see how embarrassed you are.

« No. Let’s go. »

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You look at your reflect in the mirror uncomfortably in the black and white clothe you wear. You will never get used to it.

You’re officially a nun. You who have been excommunicated. You who decided to believe in one and only mortal man.

Taiju tried his best to cover your tracks. The only way to protect you was to make you stay in a convent, before he can find a better place. He went back to war, but he promised he would come back as soon as he has another permission.

And this time you had to let him go. You knew surely it was dangerous, you were plagued by anxiety. You knew he could die everyday. But he promised you to come back and find a better hideout, and you trusted him. Only the Mother superior knew who you truly were.

To get you in the convent, he had to tell her but you knew you could trust her the moment he introduced you. By chance, she was trustworthy, you learned she didn’t do that for him but against the Shiba.

She held a grudge on the cardinal and she made a duty to go against him.

She didn’t like Taiju neither, but she despised the cardinal more and for some obscure reasons, she was thrilled to ruin his plans.

She gave you a cell to hide and live away from the other nuns. You could come to eat with them and go around inside the convent as long as you wear the clothe like the others and did not talk to anyone. You were know mn as the silent nun, you officially took a silenced vow. But you didn’t feel well there.

And after weeks of waiting, Taiju had finally sent a missive to the Mother superior to say he was coming to collect some supplies and help for the crusade and he hoped his sisters were in good health and to prepare for their transport to victory in the kingdom of heaven, because it will come soon. Very soon.

The Mother superior came to your cell to tell you the new. The priest was coming to see you tonight, and you will be moving next.

You couldn’t wait to see him. You have been pretty sick lately. The heat was difficult to bear with this clothe on and you weren’t really hungry because you missed him.Now you feel better and are so impatient to see him again.

You waited until night when you finally heard a knock to the entrance where you roamed around all day.

« By our Lord’s name, open the door! »

You want to open it yourself, you can recognize his voice but you have to wait for your superior to do it. Only her can open the convent’s door.

The nuns are all asleep and you limp to the doors as fast as you can.

The convent’s mother superior comes with a candle and opens the door, letting the crusader in after checking he was alone.

When you see him you can’t wait for the nun to turn around and go hang at his neck, coming for a needy kiss. But the nun put a bible between you two and shake her head.

« Where do you think you are young girl ? This is a convent, you can kiss the cross, not the priest! »

She takes you by your arm and out of your lover’s arms.

Taiju smirk in his heavy armor but doesn’t say anything.

You look at your feet and mumble your apologizes.

« You have a cell for that. » the Mother superior whispers making a head movement towards the dark corridor. « Just, try to be quiet… »

You lift your head and open your mouth but she doesn’t let you speak. « I know. May God forgive me for that. Now go. »

You take Taiju’s hand and don’t wait to go through the old convent to your cell.

When you close the door, you ca finally kiss him with passion.

He chuckles and make you twirl for him. « Look at us, a nun and a priest. Oh Lord… forgive me. »

« I do not care. I have missed you. »

You slide your hand between his legs but he stops you. « No, not here. Not like that. Not in front of Him. » He said looking at the cross above your bed.

You look at him and raise a brow. You already had sex in a church, in a crusader’s house and in plenty of space where He was still on the wall. So why not here, when you are all needy for him.

You crave his touch, you want to feel him inside you and you can’t wait. It’s been two weeks. Too long.

You smirk and he frowns. Oh he knows you too well. And he doesn’t like your idea before you even spoke.

You kiss his lips and slide to his neck, licking your way down in a whisper. Then you take his hand and slide his thumb in your mouth, sucking it slowly.

He opens his mouth, fighting the urge to close his eyes and you know you already won.

« Have you ever been sucked off by a nun ? »

« What ? »

You get on your knees and slide your hands up his thighs to his trouser.

You look at him sheepishly, acting like a nun would while your hand caress his crotch the lewdest way and he looks at the ceiling, imploring silently for God’s mercy.

But it won’t save him from you.

« Take off your armor lord commander. I can’t pray on my knees before a soldier… » You say with a pout.

He breath hard looking down at your little game but his hands are already moving to get rid of his clothes.

You lick your lips and the moment his heavy parts fall to the ground you take out his erect cock and give it kitten licks. His dick is so hot on your tongue you can’t do anything but moan while he leans on the door. You taste his precum in your mouth and he twitch furiously everytime your lips touch him.

« Oh God… » he breathes out, putting his hand on your nun’s veil for support and you push your lips until your nose meets his pubes.

He bites hard on his lower lip not to moan and you starts to bob your head slowly. He’s too long, too big for you to take it whole without gagging. It’s the first time you are doing it but you don’t want to disappoint him so you try your best. And it seems to work. His face is dark red, his mouth half open and he breathe silently while his hand still rest on your head.

Your other hand goes up to his abs, under his shirt and you apply more pressure in your mouth making him jerk forward.

You start to gag feeling his cockhead hitting the back of your throat but you do your best to stay still. You never felt him so big. You know you’re doing it right by the way you feel him throbs on your tongue. Blood is running at a fast pace in a big vein going from the base of his cock to his head and his jerky breath makes you so wet you start to rub your thighs together.

He put the back of his hand over his mouth and close his eyes with a frown. His hips are rolling back and forth in your mouth and you tighten your throat and start to gag. When he wants to ease your breath you put both hands on his ass to keep him in entirety in your mouth and he twitch like crazy.

Drool is running down your chin and you can’t breath anymore but you never saw him so moved.

When he opens his eyes, something as switched. Lust is painted all over his face. He tears out your veil, give a hard trust in your mouth before retrieving himself and grabbing your hair, making your head go back hard in the process.

He starts to stroke himself fast over your face and look at you hungrily. « Open up. » He breath out with his warm and low voice.

You obey him, sliding your hand under your nun clothe as he spurts out his hot cum on your tongue.

It’s like a shot of adrenaline deep inside your souls. You have lost control and he could ask for anything you would agree. And he, could sin without regret.

Maybe you are a witch afterall.

The power you have on him is stronger than is own virtue.

You gulp down his semen looking him in the eye and lick your lips while he tries to regulate his own breath.

He helps you on your feet and kiss you so eager so touch your body. He puts his hands on your breast and you start to undress him entirely.

His hands find your hips, he lift you just to make you sit on your nightstand as you take his pants down.

Your nails digs in his ass cheeks and you scratch it all the way up to his muscular back as you feel his hands gropping you everywhere. He makes you spread your legs while you kiss and you feel his fingers sink in your drenched cunt.

You want to moan so bad when you feel him bully your sweet spot. It echoes in the cell, the wet sound of your pussy is so lewd, he goes so fast, so hard, you are sure you’re going to make a mess. He slaps your clit before going back inside and put his other hand on your mouth so your moans are muffled while he goes faster.

« Nuns have to be good you know that huh ? How can you pretend to be one of them if you do not act properly ? Do you want to be my good girl ? » He whispers thrusting his fingers deeper inside you.

You nod against his palm and he smirk. « Then come for me. Come if you want to feel me inside you. »

Your walls tightens around him and you both look at the mess coming out of you, on his fingers, hands and wrist, between your legs, and on the clothe.

It makes him rock hard and he replaces his fingers by his cock, thrusting inside you with no warning. The nightstand move and your back crash against the wall, moaning for him with your eyes rolling back inside.

« God, you are so tight. »

He kisses you, the nightstand hit the wall at every move and you are already a babbling mess. He goes hard and deep, releasing the stress from the battle with powerful thrusts.

Your nails in his back drives him crazy. He knows you are marking it until it bleed. He runs his hand through your hair, pull it again back and with his other hand he slides his thumb inside your mouth and force it open before spitting a trickle of saliva inside.

You swallow it and feel the pit in your stomach explode, making you tighten your walls around his thick cock. He kisses you, growling in your mouth as he cums, breeding you deep inside.

« Will you keep it inside for me ? »

He says against your lips.

You nod and he back up, while you close your legs but he poured too much and it starts to ooze out despite you squeezing your legs. « How was it to fuck a nun ? »

He blush, he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to understand he enjoyed it more than he should have. « I indeed am going to be in trouble with God. »

« About that, I need to tel- »

He doesn’t let you speak as he starts to put his clothes back on. « We need to go. »

« Now? »

« Yes, I found a place outside the city where you should be more free. I know being here was not easy for you, and I do not know how much long I can trust the mother superior. »

You look at the mess you made on his back as he turn around to pick up his armor. « I just have two days of permission. It is safer to travel at night. No one will see us. »

He takes you veil from the ground and held it for you to put back on and when you do, it stops you from moving just for a second.

His hand finds your cheek and he caress it with a light smile. « You would have made a beautiful nun. »

« Too bad the only man I want to worship is a priest, not a God. »

He pinch your cheek and you come for his lips before he can call you out for your blasphemy and you put your forehead against his. « We need to talk. » you whisper exhausted.

« I know. This is not going to last, I promise. You just have to be patient. »

He kisses you before helping you packing your belongings and sneaking out of the convent.

« Taiju. »

He kisses you and put a finger on your lips to hush you.

You find back his black horse, waiting for you to ride out of the city and into the mountains. The hair is colder here and you blow on your hands while he leads your way higher.

When he finally halt, you find a little cabin in the woods, near a river far away from any civilization and you look at him, raising a brow.

« Taiju. »

« Wait before saying you do not like it. »

He helps you out and push the wooden door. It’s a clean room inside, there is a fireplace, a large bed covered with fur and cushions to sleep on, even a large barrel to take a bath in a corner and some furnitures just for you to live without being too uncomfortable.

« I know it might not be as nice as your place but I did my best to set this so you can stay here. I will come back when I could with food and more supplies but at least you will be safe here. And you can go around as you please. No one is going to threat your life here. »

« Are you going back to the camp ? »

He nods. « Tomorrow »

When your face turns to nothing but sadness and worries he sight « I thought we agreed…War is still on, you know I have no other option but to go back to the battlefield. »

You put your hand on your stomach and look at him carefully.

« Do not leave us.»

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Something about a fictional character ( atsumu, ushi, iwaa , omi) manhandling you and being dominant just ...just makes me 💦💦

Sorry bout Atsumu but I’ve been seeing him as such a bottom lately and I also apologize for this sitting in my drafts since I started this before bokuto week but never got around to finishing it

The thing with Ushijima and manhandling is he doesn’t really know he’s handling you so roughly unless you tell him because he just assumes he’s that strong. Him picking you up effortlessly with one hand and taking you to the bedroom? It’s just how he does things. When he pushes you down on the bed until you can only breathe, unable to move against him? He just likes the intimacy. He just likes the way you’re so small to him and easy to handle, it can make him be a bit rough. You’re so small compared to him that he ends up pounding you until you can’t even see straight, drool spilling from your mouth.

Sakusa is always dominant, never being one who enjoys being submissive, so you know what you’re getting with him all the time. But he’s a big man with lots of strength, easily using that in the bedroom. Using only one hand to keep your legs together and in the air, while his other one pushes fingers into your drenched hole. Also a fan of folding you in half while he sits in front of a mirror, forcing you to watch how he spreads and splits you open.

Iwaizumi is another one who’s heavily dominant, always rough. He’s a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to use his muscles to easily lug you over his shoulder and bring you to the bedroom. Sometimes he doesn’t even go to the bedroom, he gets as far as the couch and plops you down on it before he’s crawling on top of you like a feral animal. He’s a member of the mating press brigade, so he’s another one who folds you in half and makes it hard for you to breathe in a way that has your stomach rolling (so a good way).

[iwaasfairy]

hehe daddy meian taking care of his baby after they've been apart for couple of weeks & his doll is extra needy of praise & his pretty cock. begging for him in a way he's never witnessed before✨ i see myself out

runa baby thank you for making my bones jelly. domdomdom meian dom meian ,; ^;,

tw (step)daddy, degradation, manhandling, size kink bc meian

“What’s up with ya, silly girl?” he tilts your face back with two fingers from the second you pull back enough to, looking into your teary eyes for a few seconds. “What happened? Stressed out?” You sniffle as you break your tight embrace to push the door into lock, then rushing back to him. You jump up into his arms when he reaches for you and swing your arms around his neck. Volleyball season always gets unbearable towards the end of the year, keeping him occupied for weeks on end, but usually you handle it better. Now you pull back to run your fingers up his hair, before you press your lips to his, mouth opening to slip your tongue between his soft lips.

Your whines are muffled into the kiss, until he pulls back to look at you better, shifting you a little in his hold to put his bag down. Before he can say what he wants to, you can see it cross over his face before he says it, you lean down again, kissing him even more eagerly. His slight stubble rough under your fingers when you cup his cheeks and hold him to you until you’re satisfied, finally speaking. Though your voice wobbles a bit with the tears that well up. “I missed you so much, daddy. I missed you and I want you.”

“I’m all sweaty, princess, let me put ya down for a second.”

“No!” you shake, pushing your nose to the crook of his neck and clinging to him. Your heart drums rapidly against him when you place a few soothing kisses on his collarbones. You can hardly be blamed, can you? You hate being away from him for so long, and he never makes it easier on you. The pictures or voicemails he leaves you in the early hours of morning only make your longing more prominent. “I want daddy to touch me, right now. Please. I’ve been waiting for so long, and I-” your eyes water the longer you think of how anxious and alone you felt just last night, “I just want daddy to take care of me.”

Even without your pleading he would’ve given into you, you know this. He looks down at you curled against him for a few more seconds, before he sighs. “That bad, huh, baby? You’ve been so desperate for my touch all this time?” You nod, and tug his shirt from under your thighs to put your hands into it, touching his warm skin with a sigh. This makes him giggle, carrying you into the living room and to the couch. “Aren’t ya playing this up a little, doll? I missed ya too, though.”

“I’m not, daddy. I missed you so much I couldn’t cum because it wasn’t you touching me. And I’ve been wet all day because I knew you were coming home.” At your brave words his eyebrows rise a little, putting you down on the soft fabric to watch you closely. But you take hold of his shorts and try to pull him closer to you again, grabbing onto his muscular thigh.

The small sigh that falls from his lips is paired with a twitch of his brows, placing his large hand over yours. “You’re serious?” You bob your head cutely again, and blink up at him. When he gently places his hand onto your shoulder to push you back into the couch, your pussy clenches in anticipation. You don’t need to exaggerate anything when it comes to him, he should know that by now. You drop against the back of the couch and spread your legs, showing off your ruined shorts with the slick spot that you’ve been drenching through since you thought about your daddy’s cock this morning. Meian groans at the sight, definitely when you reach down to rub two fingers over your sensitive, covered center. “Don’t touch it,” he grunts at you, bending down to slide you back on the couch by your thighs.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch that slutty, needy cunt again. This wet from just waiting for daddy ta come home, fuck ya stupid?” He shoves his shorts down his legs when dropping in front of you, and you moan at the sight of his length in his boxers, having to squeeze your nails into your palms not to instinctively touch him. You nod when he runs his hands from your stomach to your tits, where he plays with the straps for a second, then rubbing his thumbs over your pointed nipples through your flimsy top. “Not even wearing a bra.” He clicks his tongue. “You’re not wearing panties either, huh.”

You don’t need to answer, you both clearly know that you couldn’t stand to have any more fabric between you and him, but you shake your head anyway. His eyes narrow at you, pupils blown out, before he takes a deep breath. “My teammates praised ya for bein’ so sweet and well-behaved this morning. For being daddy’s good, little girl. But you’ve just been thinking with your slutty fucking cunt this whole time.” The darkness of his words and the low tone only makes your body more on edge, and you squeak when he suddenly sits up and pushes you around so you fall headfirst, yanking your legs up to position you onto your knees.

He doesn’t waste a second before he pulls your thin shorts down so roughly you swear you can hear the fabric groan, and connects his palm to your ass. The spank sends you forward, crying out when the heat of the sting spreads through you. Another spank, before he settles behind you and shoves your thighs apart more for room. “I forget my pretty doll is a raging whore sometimes, just look at ya.”

“Daddy, I just missed you,” you cry, hissing when he grabs the tingling skin and squeezes hard. “Missed having your cock to split me open. I’m sorry.” He must’ve taken off his boxers because before you can even find your words, the head of his cock is pushing against your needy, slick hole. “If you want to punish me, please hurry, daddy.” You know you’re in no place to make demands as soon as you hear him huff, but it’s really because you might snap if he doesn’t bury his huge cock inside you soon. “Please.”

He holds tight onto your hip as he coats the drooling head in your slick, silent for a few moments. But then, without any warning, he shoves inside you so far you moan out a string of swears, body going limp. The stretch, the heat of him inside you, everything you’ve been missing for so long is too overwhelming. But he doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out inside you, and you know your belly is probably pushed out from how deep he is. Ever so slowly he pulls out, like he too can’t stay away from you if he tried. “Ah, daddy, daddy- f-fuck— feels so good daddy. I love you, I- love you. Please fuck me hard.”

“Stop whining, baby girl,” he hisses when his cock fills you again, your back arching and room filling with your moans. “Don’t regret askin’ for it when ya can’t walk later. Just remember who started this.” He grabs onto your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding onto them for leverage as you’re pulled back onto daddy’s fat cock, cunny gushing around him with wet paps each thrust. And it doesn’t take long for every word in your vocabulary to leave your brain when his balls slap against your clit and drive you closer to a high so quickly. “Missed breaking my slutty baby.”