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katz-chow · 3 months

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sorry sex with simon

warnings: pnv, fem!reader, fluffy, edging/denial, msub, fsoftdom

simon doesn't know how to apologize besides throwing himself into your mercy. he loves you and can't think of any other way to express to you how never means to hurt you, how everything he does is to make sure you're comfortable and taken care of.

even after this stupid little argument that he had with you, he didn't even know why he was fighting. he just realized too late when he saw tears form in your eyes and your feet stomping off into your shared bedroom.

so here is his penance, his apology: giving you soft kisses on your shoulder as his arms hold you up over his cock.you whine and groan as his cock slips in and out of your dripping pussy. he didn't want to hurt you and he didn't want to make you feel any more discomfort so he, in turn, used more lube than he normally would. the sounds of skin slapping skin normally would have made you blush in embarrassment and cause you to curl up into him. this time around, you couldn't care less, the way he's making you feel was a clear juxtaposition to how to feel just an hour before.

you feel his breath, heavy and hot in the crook of your neck, you pussy pulses around him and over your moans, he gives you one in return. his tongue licks and sucks on your shoulder gently, "m' sorry baby...shouldn't have said that..."

you whine and wrap your arms around his neck and his back, your tits pressed against his chest, "can we...ah- can we not..." you suck in a breath, "do this right now, si? when you're in me?"

he mumbles something you can't process or hear as one of his arms unravels and goes to rub tight circles around your clit. your back arches into his touch and a loud groan of his name rings out.

"wanna show you...how sorry i am.." he pants as his dick throbs inside of you, so so close to cumming, fill you up in his sticky release. the snap of his hip dials down into a roll. he hums as he feels your body start to tense up as the tension builds in your lower stomach.

crescent indents form in his back as your nails dig in from the pleasure he's able to give you, the amount of bliss 10x as strong from the lack of such a euphoric feeling you've been feeling. his thumb rubs your aching clit just a bit harder and your groans turned into a cacophony of whimpers and high pitched squeals as your orgasm runs through you.

simon feels your body tensing up in his arms, and damn does his cock feel it too. the way your cushiony walls pulsate and clamp dowm on him, god he was hard, it was unbearable. he wanted to cum so fucking badly, been wanting to put a load in you for half an hour now but he won't let himself. he said he was showing you how sorry he was, and that's exactly what he's doing.

your breathing steadies itself and you curl up closer to him, resting your face onto the top of his head, smelling in his yours shampoo. your whines become hiccups as your high dies down, overwhelmed and tired.

"i'm sorry lovie..." he begins, his hand slipping out from between your legs and his hips start to roll his cock in and out of your raw pussy. you groaned and tense up at the overstimulation, clinging onto him.

he turns off his brain as you help him, pulling your hips up and down. he lets out a breathy moan and holds you closer, snapping his throbbing cock inyo your harder, faster. his lips on your neck as he prays to you a mantra.

"m'sorry..so sorry, lovie..." simon's close he can feel it, he just needs two words from you, that's it. he needs you to let him cum, god-seeing you sad is punishment enough, mixed with the pain of his tight balls and overly sensitive cock makes him a brainless mush.

he couldn't take it anymore as he pounds into you, mumbling messily into your ear, your scent overwhelming him- you overwhelming him. "m'sorry m'sorry...so sorry. m'sorry sorrysorrysorry...."

"it's okay, si...it's okay." god, that's all he needs as his prayers to you were answered, his mantra stops with a restrained moan, quickly turning into whimpers like a hurt puppy as you feel his thick cum fill you, dripping down his shaft.

his arms loosen the grip he has on you and you slide down his dick just a bit and he bites into your shoulder, the friction making him overwhelmed. the two of you sit like that for a bit, leaning on each other to stay upright. you don't even think simon had anything to think about.

"you okay?" you ask him, grounding him from his headless space that he had slipped to, dependent on you for everything.

you feel him nod and his arms lift you up, pulling out of you. he gives you a gentle kiss on your lips and your hands find his cheeks, wiping away his tears. "m' really sorry.."

"i know, baby...i know.." you assure him and he lays back onto the headboard.

simon riley would gladly give up his whole being for you, and luckily for him, you'll always accept it, holding him together until he stitch himself up again.

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uluvjay · 3 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy- S. Vettel

rbr! Sebastian Vettel x Fem! Reader

In which you get punished for flirting with Sebastian’s teammate

Warnings?; Smut, name calling(slut, brat), cursing, degradation, hair pulling, lip biting, small blood mention, p in v, unprotected sex(a big no no), mean seb, orgasm denial,slight ass play…, pet names, porn with a plot basically, I apologize for any errors!

"Sebby please!" You babbled to the man behind you, his hands holding yours behind your back as he pounded into you.

"Shush Meine Liebe, take your punishment like a good girl." He spat, his pace never faltering as he pushed your face further into the pillow below you.

"Just wan a kiss." You whined into the plush pillow, the cotton of the case no doubt now covered in your tears and spit.

You could hear his growl from behind you as his hips somehow sped up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space of your bedroom.

"I don't kiss little sluts that think it's okay to flirt with my teammate." He spat.

Your eyes rolled towards the back of your head as he reached a hand between your thighs and begins to rub your clit. He guided a scream from your throat as he pinched the small bud between his fingers before returning to slow and teasing rubs.

"Fuck." You cried as you felt the warmth growing in your lower stomach.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." Sebastian spat in your ear as he could feel your core tightening around him.

At the sound of a pathetic sob Sebastian slowed his hips and pulled his hand away from your clit, leaving you with little to no friction as he pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip resting inside the warmth of your walls.

"No, no, please! Seb please let me come." You cried.

The German smirked behind you as he felt your pussy clench around his tip desperately searching for more. His cock was glistening from the wetness of your pussy as he spread you plump ass cheeks wide and spit on your puckering hole.

He basked in the gasp you let out as his thumb circled around the ring, passing time as he let your growing orgasm die.

"Seb please baby, I wanna see you." You begged attempting to fuck yourself against him but the slap he laid against your ass quickly made your movements halt.

"Hmm, that's a shame. Would fuck you however you wanted if you didn't throw yourself all over mark." He shrugged despite you not being able to see him.

"Didn't throw myself at him! Was just being nic-" a scream broke through as he thrusted into you hard, his nails digging into your flesh as he gripped your ass cheeks firmly.

"Don't be a fucking brat." He growled in your ear as his body leaned over yours, damp chess pressed against your back.

He finally let your hands go as he tangled one of his own into your hair and pulled, pulling your body flush against his as he stood on his knees and fucked you hard.

"Oh god!" You cried feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

The feeling of his lips moving around the skin of your neck caused a feeling of need to fill your chest as you wished for his lips to be against yours.

"Can I please have a kis-fuck!" You cried body slumping forward slightly as he loosened his grip a bit.

"If I kiss you, will you shut the hell up?" He spat.

"Mhm, please."

You shrieked as you were let go and quickly flipped over, Sebastian wasted no time before slipping back in and fucking you fast as your legs wrapped around his waist

One of his large hands came up to wrap around the base of your throat as his lips swallowed yours in a hard kiss. It's nothing but pure ecstasy as he kisses you, you kiss him back as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth.

You cry out into his mouth as his teeth nip at the skin, the metallic taste of blood floating between you two as he seems to kiss you harder.

He pulls away from your lips at the feeling of you clenching around him, "You gonna come soon?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fucked out eyes staring deep into his pretty blue ones.

"Ask nicely brat." He scolded, leaning back and pulling on of your legs over his shoulder a smirk tugging at his lips at the moan you let out.

"Oh!-can I come? Please, please sebby can I come?" You babbled below the man, the feeling of euphoria just moments away from taking control of your body.

"Go ahead slut, come for me." He encouraged basking in the way your legs shook on his shoulder and how your head snapped back into the soft pillow below it.

The moan you let out as your climax took over was downright pornographic, the multiple denied orgasms from earlier in the night finally catching up and roaring through your body.

Sebastian watched as you babbled random things off as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own climax. His thrust stayed just as deep but grew faster as he felt it approaching, heat flooding his body as he began to curse in German.

With one last thrust you watched as he stilled inside you with a deep groan, his abs clenching while his mouth dropped open. He leaned down to pull you into another hot kiss as he began to soften inside you, one of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck while yours cradled his cheeks.

"You gonna flirt with my teammate again?" He asked firmly as he held onto your chin.

"I wasn-oh! Okay no I won't." You cried as he thrusted his hips, yearning him a deep cry from overstimulation.

"Mm, that's my good girl." He smirked before placing one last kiss on your lips and pulling out.

He took a moment to admire your spent and well fucked body, hickeys were scattered from your breasts down where nobody but him would be able to see them.

You watched as he walked into your master bathroom to get a warm washcloth before coming back and taking his time cleaning you up gently.

A little while laster you were dressed in one of his shirts while you dozed off with your head against his chest, and one of his hands running through your hair.

"Goodnight darling, I love you." He spoke softly as he kissed your head.

"I love you more Seb." You smiled as you snuggled deeper into him.

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starkeyisthelastname · 2 months

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oh my god… how about stepdad!rafe walking in on reader riding her pillow and punishing her over it🫢

Dark step!dad Rafey under the cut 🎀😘

As Rafe walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, he stopped outside of your bedroom door as he thought he heard something. Pressing his ear up to the cool wood, he listened. Small whimpers and a slight squeak made him curious, his hand finding the doorknob within seconds.

There you were pink lace nightgown, bare cunt rubbing against the silk pillow you had underneath you. Your eyes immediately widened, your movements stopping as you saw your step-dad’s tall frame standing in the doorway. Without a word, he shut the door behind him.

Still silent, he stalked towards the bed, blue eyes turning dark. You swallowed hard, knowing you had disobeyed him. “Rafey..” You whispered, biting your lower lip to keep it from wobbling.

A hand on your throat stopped you, something he only did when he wasn’t happy with you. Nonetheless it made your princess parts flutter like always. He leaned down, looking you into your eyes as he held a firm grip on your neck.

“What did I tell you? Huh?” His voice low, crystal eyes squinting down at you. You tried to speak, but couldn’t due to your oxygen being cut off. He laughed darkly, watching you struggle to talk. He squeezed hard, signet ring digging into your precious skin before he automatically let go, leaving you to gasp. “Turn around, little fucking slut.” He demanded, taking a sniff as he waited.

You did as you were told, turning around where your plump ass and drooling cunt faced him. You heard him suck in a breath behind you, a hard hand laying on your fleshy ass cheek. You whimpered, digging your pretty nails into the soft sheets of the bed as he continued the abuse to your backside.

“Daddy..” You mumbled, turning your head to look back at the tall man behind you. His hand came to the back of your neck, forcing your face down into the mattress while the other violently spanked your ass.

“You act like such a good girl, all day. Prancing around in front of your mom like you aren’t fucking the man she married.” He laughed, rubbing your scarlet cheeks. “Then you think, you can get away with riding your pillow like a bitch in heat when I told you not to touch yourself without my permission.” He spat, his nasty tone and punishment only making you wetter.

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tteokdoroki · 8 months

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your profile gives me this idea of like, you go out with bakugou and friends and you're joking aroud as you usually do with them but he gets mad jealous becoz our boy is hella possessive and when they go to dance he grabs your face is his veiny hand because MAN HIS ARM IS VEINY😮‍💨and just whispers into your ear that your not being his good girl so when you return home he fucks you while keeping your face in his hand 🥺😫😫😫

RAAAAH !!!! i love possessive bakugou?? like just imagine him cupping your throat in public when you misbehave and giving it a gentle squeeze. “y’gonna be good for me baby, or you gonna keep bein’ a fuckin’ brat, hah?” cause he’s pissed off but wants to remind you of his presence and who’s in charge around here.

he’ll like give you a little kiss on the lips, squish your cheeks together before letting you go and sending you back into the party with a firm pat to the bum. katsuki is definitely gonna keep an eye on you for the rest of the night — making sure you’re not trying to get him all jealous, scowling when you grind all up on his friends because he warned you not to act up in front of everyone, or there’d be consequences.

by the end of the night you’re pinned underneath bakugou, split open on his fat cock as it dribbles inside of you, smearing his thick precum up and down your sensitive walls because he’s made you cum so many times you can’t even see straight.

“didn’t i tell you? didn’t i say what was gonna happen if ya kept that shit up?” oh god, he’d sound so fucking angry — fucking you from behind like he hates you, droplets of his sweat that beads on his forehead landing on the centre of your back. but katsuki holds your face in his hands like you’re a priceless gem. he uses one hand to push you into an arch, bowing you on his sloppy dick while the other grasps at your cheeks softly so that you’re forced to look back at him. all teary eyed ‘n shit.

he’ll mock your pout, cock his head down at you in faux disappointment all while bullying his way into your guts — determined to make it wet and nasty, make you feel it. make you smell the sex in the air as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you as punishment. “you know i like it when you’re good f’me, sweetheart,” one minute you’re full and the next bakugou is slowly pulling out of the soppy mess between your thighs, shuddering at how your sex auctions around him with a gooey ring of white. “why can’t you listen? why can’t you be my good fuckin’ baby when i love you so much.”

you don’t have a chance to respond, because katsuki’s the throwing all of his weight onto you again, thrusting into you so hard that you jerk up the bed and your eyes roll back into the heavens <3

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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Hello! Glad you took some days to rest its always good to take a well deserved break!

This occur after reader saved dog day from those mini critters or in that area near the cell dog day was, you're free to chose!

Dog day reacting to waking up and seeing reader is no longer resting beside/near him like they were dpig a few hours ago and strts to think the worst things had happened, only to then find reader just sat down outside looking at a picture of the smilling critters

Take as much time you need to make this no need to rush!

Nostalgia.

Note || RAAAHH. Humans are cute, you are too you know?

WC || 940

Sypnosis || He thought the worst, yet it seemed to be disproved at the sight of you holding memories.

Nightmarish, garish and all around very bloody. He didn’t want to slow down, yet his body was screaming at him to slow down, but he couldn’t afford to stop. DogDay would die if he did, something was coming straight for him and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stick around and find that out.

“Oh gods, you have to be kiddin’ me.” DogDay gasped, hands resting upon his knees as his breath felt strained and strangled all at the same time. He wasn’t prepared, less then ready to be dealing with this. DogDay’s body was on edge, whatever – whoever – was chasing him, getting closer with every second possible on the clock.

The clock ticked, ringing in his ears.

He was running out of time, he needed to jump and hide somewhere sufficient.

DogDay sighed once more, taking a deep breath and jumping into the masses of desecration and biting down on the iron metallic scent of blood and wafting metal of every vein and vent. He was overwhelmed with adrenaline and dizziness.

A roar resounded throughout the hallway, of which it had startled DogDay. He flinched, then began to run.

Running far and fast, as fast as he can. DogDay felt tormented, why was that? Why was he running? So much had happened, too many things he cannot remember. Suddenly he felt a shadowed claw wrap around his waist.

Was this it? He really was gonna die after he had succeeded in surviving so long, maybe this was his punishment for surviving, for everything.

No. No. No. NO!

DogDay jolted from where he laid, eyes adjusting to the location. He looked around to remember where he was, seeing the familiar desolate hallways and the small building he was in. An internal sigh escaped his method of silence, DogDay was okay, he was fine.

Save for the fact he had completely new legs now after such a long time, that was luckily all thanks to you of course.

Wait, where are you?

“Angel?” He spoke out, hoping to get a response. DogDay’s chest tightened, recurring memories that he had lamented coming back to torment him. What happened to you? Did you get hurt? Did CatNap take you?

Oh he sincerely needed to find out, DogDay would be damned if he lost someone again. Especially after the fact that you saved him, he hasn’t done enough in return for that action of genuine kindness and generosity. DogDay hurried around, looking around in every inch and every nook and cranny that he could find, “Sweetheart?” He coughed, wincing as he clutched his side as he still felt the aftereffects of all those wounds he sustained over a long period of time.

Finally he didn’t have to search anymore, seeing as how you were only outside, sitting against the wall as you clutched a strange picture that he couldn’t make out at his distance.

You turned, feeling his presence. Almost slightly, you flinched, seeing as how DogDay was clutching onto the doorway for support in standing. “DogDay, you're awake! Nice nap I assume?” To that, he shrugged, answering with an ambiguous tune, “Nice.. to put it simply I suppose.”

Then a strange and sudden awkwardness took over the atmosphere for a few pressing moments, deciding to break it he had spoken up again as he sat down beside you, “What’s that your holding Angel?” You held up the picture in a questioning manner, to which he had motioned yes, he was talking about that picture in particular.

“Dunno if you wanna go down memory lane for this.” You smile, half-heartedly transformed into a smirk. DogDay had groaned audibly, patting your head within a playful gesture. You bit the inside of your cheek, chewing on it for a minute before you finally decided to show him.

“These guys, I missed ‘em..” You recounted with a mournful tune. DogDay’s white pupils slid down, widening as if he was expressing emotion. You held no reaction whatsoever as you handed him the picture.

“Smiling Critters��”

He scoffed lightheartedly, not demeaning in any which way. DogDay was glad in a sense that you found a picture of them, their faces were something he had started to forget. You laid your head on his side, feeling the tiredness weigh down your bones.

“Apparently there is a saying that naps don’t help cause the soul is tired.” He perked up at this, interested at the sudden subject of the quote you brought up. DogDay felt inebriated, spiteful at the harsh memories, but in a sense of rejuvenation he had felt hopeful. “I guess, that puts an explanation to what I feel.” Deliberated senses of gas, metal and blood may be what remain, but there can be hope to search for.

“What makes you say this?” DogDay wondered, very interested in your inquisitive mind. You shrugged a little, very noticeable but amicable at best. “You ain’t at peace DogDay..”

His white pupils slid over to you, suddenly feeling exposed by this newfound sentiment. “Earlier I thought a noise I heard was a random one, but now I know that it was you. Having a nightmare.” You sighed, eyes closing as you felt guilt for not checking before.

DogDay felt himself smiling a little, a special recognition. “Nightmares are nightmares… I am just glad you aren’t hurt anyway.” You scoffed at him, elbowing into his side. To which he rubbed his side with an audible hey!

You giggle at him, letting your arms lay to rest, to which his own arms did too. For a moment, reflecting on the past doesn’t hurt too badly.

So as long you two aren’t lost anymore.

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hailbales · 5 months

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movie night

warnings: fem reader! x jjmaybank!, p in v, unprotected sex, overstim, cockwarming

summary: jj gets restless watching a movie

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you froze when you felt his hands inch up your thigh, closing in on the area you so desperately craved for. your hand flew to his, holding it in its place as you anxiously looked around at your friends, but thankfully their eyes were still glued on the tv.

you were sitting on jj’s lap, your back flush against his chest as his hands wondered your body, concealed under the blanket you were using. he thrusts his hardening cock up against you, and although you knew it just looked like he was readjusting himself to anybody but you, your eyes still widened.

“jj, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off, you’re not getting any tonight.” you harshly whispered to him, trying not to draw attention to either of you. thankfully your friends had let you have the seat in the back so they were all facing away from you, but that didn’t make you any less nervous.

“just the tip, baby. please.” he rocked himself against you again and you had to close your eyes to hold your composure. your grip had loosened on his hand, and he took that as a sign to inch further up, applying pressure to your throbbing clit over the small cloth of your underwear. “jj.” you breathed out, and it sounded more like a plead than a warning.

“you have to be quiet, baby. can you do that? can you be quiet for me?” he whispered in your ear before slyly trailing sloppy kisses down your neck. you exhaled a shaky breath, your composure cracking as you nodded your head.

“good girl. that’s a good girl.” he started drawing slow circles on your clit and you threw your head back against his shoulder, holding tightly onto his bicep to steady yourself. you felt him reach between you, steadily pulling his cock out of the confines of his shorts. “there ya go, baby. you’re doing so good. so good for me.”

he pulled your thong to the side, running his thick ring-clad finger through your folds to spread your wetness. he hummed against your neck, thanking whatever god that was listening for making tiny little sundresses that give him easy access

“here’s what I need you to do, doll. I need you to grab that water off the table for me. can you do that? can you be a good girl for me?” you nodded your head, staring down the bottle of cold water sitting on the coffee table just out of reach. “go ahead, baby. keep the blanket on us.”

you obeyed, slowly leaning off his lap on unsteady knees to reach for it. john b spared a slight glance behind him at the movement, but moved his attention back towards the movie. you let out a slight breath of relief, grabbing the bottle into your hand. jj tapped your thigh, signaling you to sit back down.

he guided you with a hand on your waist, aligning himself with your weeping hole. you let out a moan at the intrusion, and jj pinched your thigh in punishment. kie turned back to look at you with a questioning look on her face, but you covered it by letting a nervous laugh. “foots asleep.”

when she turned back around, you let your face morph into pleasure as jj filled you to the hilt. “foot asleep, baby? you needa stand up?” he whispered teasingly in your ear, and you knew he wasn’t gonna let you forget that later.

“j, please.” you sighed, desperately needing to move, to create some kind of friction. “uh, uh. stay still. wouldn’t want our friends to know your sitting on my cock, now would you?” he rubbed his hand soothingly on the spot that he pinched, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before moving his attention back the movie.

the very, very long movie. jj had made the last five minutes of it torture. constantly readjusting himself as his hands roamed wherever he pleased, at one point just holding his thumb onto your clit but not moving an inch. you were sure your thigh was going to be bruised from how many times he pinched it whenever you would start to slowly rock yourself against him.

as the ending credits began rolling, your friends started gathering their belongings. “me and sarah are heading to her place, got an early start there tomorrow.” john b announced as pope an kie folded up the blankets they had used to make palettes.

“alright, bro. we’re gonna crash here tonight.” jj said, extending his hand to do their handshake before john b ruffled your hair in goodbye. the touch made your breath shake, too subtle to notice by anyone but the blonde beneath you. “bye, birdie.”

the rest bode their goodbyes, seemingly taking their sweet time until the last of them finally cleared the living room, the light and background music from the television creating an eerie atmosphere. jj waited until he heard john b’s van start up, pulling out of the driveway before he quickly flipped you onto your back on the couch, the movement causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“you touch starved, baby? what, next you’re gonna whimper when pope helps you up? huh?” you could tell even through his dirty talk he was a bit jealous, and that only fueled the wetness between your thighs. “no, j. just need you so bad.” you whined, eyes pleading. he started rocking his hips, going at a tortuously slow pace and that was enough to make the band in your stomach snap.

your breath got caught in your throat as you threw your head back against the couch, nails tarnishing whatever was in your path. your orgasm hit you faster than you could process, feeling like you were fading in and out of consciousness in continuous bliss.

jj gawked at the sight, his cock throbbing inside you ready to cum but he didn’t want the feeling to be over just yet. not after a long hour of teasing, he wasn’t letting you get off that easy.

he lightly slaps your cheek a couple times, pulling you to consciousness and leaving a slight sting in his wake as he sped up his thrust. “we aren’t done just yet, baby. come back to me.”

“fuck, j. can’t take it no more.” you whine, feeling yourself continuously clench around him. he hisses through his teeth before leaning down to lick the tears that had fallen from your eyes on your cheeks. “yes you can. c’mon, know you got one more in you.”

he leans back, slapping your clit causing you to let out a loud cry. “fuck, j!” you pull on his necklace, pulling his lips down to yours as his mouth dominates yours.

your hips buck into his, meeting his thrusts and he groans against your lips. “there’s my greedy girl. always so good for me.” he litters kisses down your jaw, trailing to your jaw while his hands finds your boobs, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“god, this pussy feels so good. all. fucking. mine.” his harsh thrusts match his words, one of his hands leaving your breast to wrap around your throat. “all mine, right baby?”

“all yours, j. I’m yours.” you breathe out, face morphing in pleasure as you feel yourself about to fall over the edge. “that’s right, princess. I’ll ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else, you hear me?” his possessive words send you over the edge, a loud pornographic moan escaping your lips as your back arches off the couch.

your body falls limp under his as he continues using you like a fleshlight, chasing his own high. he lets out a deep groan, throwing his head back as he pulls your body to meet his thrust, before you feel warm, long ropes of cum fill you up.

he’s still inside you when he collapses on top of you, your hand immediately flying to play with his hair as you try to catch your breath. “that was incredible, baby.” he murmurs against your skin, before placing a gentle kiss onto your collar bone. you hum in agreement, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as you unconsciously clench around him causing him to let out a slight whimper.

you giggle, running your fingers through his hair soothing until he playfully bites your shoulder, causing you to let out a squeal as try to wiggle out from underneath him “mm, mm. you’re not going anywhere, baby. gonna warm me all night, how’s that sound?”

it’s going to be a long night.

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cinnbar-bun · 4 months

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Smooth Operator- (One Piece Men X Reader)

Scenario: “His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold.”

Featuring: Benn Beckman, Crocodile, Rob Lucci, Shanks, and Smoker (separate)

Rating: NSFW

Notes: Rough sex, GN reader (no specific genitalia described), slight angst but oh well haha, possessive Lucci, reader is a pirate in Smoker’s section.

Word Count: ~1.1k

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Benn Beckman

“Fuck… sweetheart…” he whispers into your ear as he lifts your leg higher up. “Tightenin’ around me so well.”

His hand that is gripping your waist rubs gentle circles with his thumb. He can’t stop how addicted he feels pressing into you, having you clench around him so deliciously, and your lovely, sweet voice crying out his name. It’s a beautiful sight to see whenever he drops by. But you both know he won’t stay long, so you try to savor as much as you can. You, the gentle touches and looks in his eyes that make you believe that this time, maybe, just maybe, he’ll take you with him. Him, the way your body feels around his and the way your face contorts with pleasure at every thrust. He has half a mind to run off and leave everything behind for you. To say screw it and keep himself beside you.

“Beck-! Beck!” You choke out his name, pulling him in closer, and lord, it takes everything in him not to collapse onto you and confess how much he fucking adores you.

“Easy there, darling. I’m right here,” he smoothly replies, for both of your sakes. He feels how close you are and works himself faster. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Crocodile

The smell of alcohol and cigar smoke is heavy in his private room. You always say it won’t happen again, but then those dark eyes of his lock onto yours, and now you’re back at it. In his office, a disheveled mess, bouncing on his thick cock while he grips your waist tightly.

“S-Sir!” You whine, as he taps his cigar on his ashtray and takes another puff. You feel the cold metal of his hook around your back. Despite his attitude, he’s made it a point to never let that golden hook cut you or slice your delicate skin. He just prefers the hook tearing the fabric of your clothes apart.

“Good little thing,” he states, a chuckle rumbling from deep in his chest as he tilts your chin up to him and kisses you roughly. The rings on his hand press into your skin coldly. As he does so, his hook tugs at the remaining bits of fabric and lets the shreds fall to the ground.

“You don’t need them when you’re with me,” he says. A partial lie, to obscure the truth that he wants you to stay longer and desire his help. You moan quietly before he silences you with his lips once more.

Lucci

“I thought I told you to avoid him,” he states, unimpressed with the man who has been getting too comfortable with you. Lucci’s possessiveness towards you has increased for some reason, despite him insisting it was just casual- that he can never love and will never love you. You somehow agreed, and now here he was, covering your mouth with his hand while he fucked you from behind in an attempt to remind you of his prowess. He shoves two fingers inside your mouth, and without any hesitation or instruction, you begin to suck on them.

“Do you need me to punish you for your foolishness? Or did you think I was stupid enough to not find out?” Lucci hisses. You haven’t done anything wrong, he knows this deep down, but god, seeing that man think of trying to be around you sends Lucci’s blood boiling.

He doesn’t love you. He can’t love you. He never will love you. This is just for pleasure, and you’re just his stress relief, a toy he uses for his own sake.

He grips you tighter and tugs at your earlobe with his teeth. “You belong to me. Not him. Not anyone else.”

Shanks

He's never serious. He’s always arriving at your house with that damned smile of his, always easing you up and promising “it’s just a reunion between old friends!” Then he always manages to fold you over any piece of furniture within your house. You wouldn’t be shocked if he had managed to fuck you in every part of your house.

“You’re so….!” You struggle, all while Shanks chuckles and continues to thrust into you. Despite being a bit tipsy and only having one arm, Shanks manages to hit all your sensitive spots- spots he’s become very acquainted with after all these sessions with you.

“Dashing? Handsome?” He begins. You let out a loud moan at particularly rough thrust, which makes him laugh boisterously. “Ah, am I too good for you? No words to describe how amazing I am?”

You want to say he’s awful, that he’s ruining your life with how crazy he makes you, but then he hits that spot again and you crumble.

“Shanks… please…” you beg pathetically, and Shanks nods.

“Anything for my darling~,” the redhead smiles as he leans down to kiss your neck. “Gods, I love you.”

He states it so casually, that you can never tell if he’s being genuine or just messing with you. You don’t know if you can even handle the truth from him anymore.

Smoker

“Think I wouldn’t have noticed, huh?” He growls in your ear. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he bullies his thick cock into you. You don’t even know what he’s noticed this time, as it’s probably another one of his lame excuses to get you close. Not that you care, as you enjoy this game of cat and mouse with him.

“Wearing all that… sitting in that bar and acting all innocent,” he answers for you. “Think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t catch you there? You’ve gotten too brazen, pirate.”

“Captain,” you begin, and you feel how he twitches inside you. “You’ve gotten too brazen yourself. How many times has it been now?”

“Don’t ask a question to mine. I’m the one who is asking the questions here,” he cuts you off, continuing to bury himself within you. “I don’t wanna hear shit from that mouth of yours except what I want.”

You smirk at how he’s doing his best to retain his hardass personality, but it’s clear he’s faltering. You taunt him further.

“Yes, sir~.”

At that, Smoker groans and fucks you at an even rougher pace.

“Say that shit again and I’ll turn you in!” He yells, as if he even had the heart to do such a thing to you. For some reason, you were someone he never could capture.

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece smut #one piece oneshots #smut #shanks #rob lucci #rob lucci x reader #shanks x reader #shanks smut #smoker one piece #smoker #smoker x reader #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #benn beckman #benn beckman x reader #x reader

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doobea · 5 months

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✰⋆⁺★ I SURRENDER ALL OF ME ─ CHOSO KAMO

synopsis: choso takes a lot of things seriously - this includes childhood promises and vows.

contents: very fluffy, sfw, no curse AU, childhood friends to lovers, gn!reader, death jokes thrown around, umm just imagine the rest of the curses as humans LOL, sorry mahito - ur interesting word count: 1.4k a/n: bye this meant to be a small drabble but ended up being semi lengthy... sorry i havent been active as much ;;

Two fruit punches, a full bag of grapes, and four sandwich halves in a colorful lunch box sit between you and Choso. It isn't until it's down to one fruit punch, half of bag of grapes, and three sandwich halves left that you decide to build up the courage to blurt out a burning question.

"Do you want to get married?"

Your best friend doesn't bat an eye at your inquiry as he finishes the remainder of his drink and rips off a piece of crust from his meal, tossing bits of it into the pond in front of him. The moment a flock of ducks fight over the the pieces, he answers.

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Yeah, but—" Heat rushes to your cheeks as you force the next words. "Do you want to get married to me?"

This time, Choso turns his head and tilts it, eyebrows creasing and the birthmark on his nose scrunches just ever so slightly. The eight year old looks mildly offended that you even asked that.

"I only want to be with you," he proclaims with all the vigor that a child has. Then, with another chunk of crust thrown in the pond, Choso continues with all seriousness. "But you need a ring to propose, right?"

"I..." you trail off, fumbling with your empty juice box as you try and search for the right words.

To be honest, you didn't expect that response from Choso. If he isn't interested, he would've your question, and that would be that. It isn't like you two can actually get married anyway. And yet, watching Choso fiddling around with the patch of grass next to him, examining and ripping the longest blade he can find, you can't help but to anticipate a response from him.

Choso looks satisfied with himself when he raises the makeshift ring in your face. You only had a split second to inspect the 'jewelry' before his voice rings in your ears. "Will you marry me?"

You find yourself answering without much second thought. "Yes."

Both of you hold onto your breaths as he slides it on. It's not the perfect size, a bit too big for your finger, but there's a little bow at the top that's tied with a small yellow dandelion. Your chest swells with happiness and did the next thing that an eight year old would do - you lean in and press your lips to Choso's cheek, the way you've seen your parents do to each other hundreds of times. When you pull back, Choso is staring, cheeks inflamed.

You smile brightly at him.

You're going to kill Satoru and Suguru.

They just had to decide that a maid and butler themed cafe wasn’t going to raise enough money for the college fundraiser this year. They both just had to decide to set up another booth, and not just any booth — a kissing booth.

And Satoru, for some reason, thought it would be funny to put you in charge.

You're not entirely sure how the rest of the elective board approved of this idea. And you're still not entirely sure why you have to wear a stuffy uniform along with it.

You're going to kill Suguru first, and then give Satoru a slow painful death.

"Pfft, oh my god!"

No, scratch that. You're going to kill every student that comes up to this dumb booth. The first victim starting with Mahito.

Your stomach churns as you watch him and his little group of friends trail behind him, edging closer to the booth with a wide grin plastered across his face.

It takes every fiber in your body to not physically lunge forward and punch him. Getting this booth shut down not even ten minutes in would have you running around the track field as part of Suguru's punishment. You're ignoring the sweat trailing down the back of your neck and pray that Mahito isn't serious about putting his lips anywhere near you.

"Fuck off," As long as it's not physical, you plan to verbally assault him as much as you can.

You force yourself to look pass Mahito and sneer at the rest of his friends. It doesn't surprise you to see all of their lips quivering, trying their best to not just burst out laughing in the middle of the campus courtyard, which they're all failing miserably at. All of them are giggling to themselves like middle schoolers but one man.

His eyes catches yours, looking mildly unfazed before tired eyes suddenly widening at recognition. You have to do a double take and, upon closer inspection, you let out a small noise at the sight of the distinguishable birthmark on his face.

"Choso?" You haven't seen him since he moved away several years ago. Who knew he would've ended up at the same university as you, let alone hang out with an annoying guy like Mahito.

Before he could even respond back, Mahito begins fishing for something in his bag. Then, your worst nightmare comes to life as he pulls out a fucking wallet. You're mentally preparing yourself to throw up on the spot, then calling your club presidents announcing your leave as treasurer, then killing yourself. That is, until Choso slams down a couple of bills of his own.

You take a moment to process what just happened before staring bewilderedly at your childhood friend, who just kept a straight look.

"What the fuck?" The voice comes from Mahito.

"That's cheating," Choso begins and now you're really confused.

"You guys are dating?" Another voice chimes in, you think it belongs to Jogo.

With a firm head shake, Choso responds, "Married, actually."

You can't tell if this is his way of protecting you from Mahito but you go along with the act anyway.

"Married." Mahito repeats slowly.

"Married." Choso confirms.

Then, the other male points a finger at your direction. "Since when?"

You smile. "Since we were kids."

You awkwardly clear your throat, stuffing your uniform in your bag as you stride out of the bathroom back in your regular clothes. Choso greets you right outside with a subtle smile, signs of his friends from earlier gone and the small shoebox in his hands, the one specially for today's event, has a total of twenty dollars. Twenty of his dollars and zero kisses were made.

According to Suguru math, that's, like, ten miles around the track field.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there," you finally speak after he offers to walk you back to your dorm.

"Technically it would've been cheating," Choso jokes nonchantlanly.

You snort, shoving the male just slightly along the empty gravel path. "Well, you're a terrible husband because I haven't heard from you in over a decade."

Choso winces, rubbing his neck and mumbling a soft, "Sorry, I forgot to ask for your house number before my family moved."

Choso has always been relatively quiet as a kid, and even now you can still see that he keeps to himself by some of his habits, but your days spent throughout middle school to high school were relatively much quieter without him by yourself. Thankfully, he saved your ass today, so you suppose you can spare Choso's life for now.

"Social media is free, you know?" You tease back.

He laughs. "Didn't get my first phone until second year of high school, and that year I found out I had a half-sibling."

You stretch your eyes wide, almost tripping over your feet, and then your gapping mouth evolves into a smile. "Okay, wow—that's huge news, I guess I can forgive you for that."

"He's a senior in high school, might be thinking about coming here next year."

"He similar to you?"

Choso shakes his head and looks fondly ahead. "Livelier. Kinda like jock but one of the nice ones."

After rounding a corner, you speak again, eyes now glued to his messy pigtail buns. "Your hair is cute, you've always kept it down as a kid."

Choso self-consciously runs a hand over his scalp, tints of pink paint over his face. "Thanks."

You decide to be bold and interlock your arm with his. You watch closely as his body flinches at the contact but he doesn't pull away, doesn't say a word.

Your stomach does a few threatening somersaults. "I thought about you almost everyday, you know?"

For a moment, Choso says nothing and you're starting to wonder if you're going to be left in suspense but, after he reaches to the steps of your dorm building, he says, "Me too."

You elicit a sigh of relief and tug his arm closer. "So, you planning to start walking me to classes and getting lunch every day now?"

Choso brushes the hair out of your eyes before resting his forehead against yours. "If that's what will make me a good husband, then yes."

#doobea writing #choso x reader #choso fluff #choso kamo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #MY BOYFRIEND <3

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ﹙including: sabo, trafalgar law, eustass kid, roronoa zoro﹚ ﹙theme: smut, pure smutty headcanons. mdni!! ﹚

flame emperor sabo

oh, he did not need any instructions about what you wanted or needed to reach the most intense orgasm. with his position as the second in command, sabo knew exactly how it felt to be in control of people. and god, he loved that control way too much to let it slip so easily in the sheets with you. what he did not expect was how you obeyed to his words. the seductive syllables that slipped from his warm tongue past his wet lips. and so sabo did not need to instruct you on how to place your hands while your legs were wrapped up around his waist. his palms were flatly placed on the sheets beside your head, calloused fingertips dug into the white fabric underneath your intertwined bodies. your hand was perfectly placed underneath his slender underarm, the manicured fingernails wrapped so tightly around his wrist while sabo‘s hips snapped into yours. over and over again, the flame emperor coaxed out the whiny sounds of your tightened throat. he could watch how your face twisted with pleasure, how each of your muscles twitched when he hit the perfect spot, and how the beads of sweat trailed down your temples. sweet cries repeated his name, the memorable sound ringing in his ears as your nails scratched along the sides of his wrist and dug deeply into the soft skin. a beautiful reminder to the revolutionary, once he pulled the brown leather gloves on or off and saw the crescent-shaped, or sometimes lined, marks.

roronoa zoro

there is no denying that zoro loves to pound into you from behind. watching how his thick dick disappeared between your legs, squeezed tightly by your welcoming, gummy walls. or how perfectly your ass cheeks jiggled with each rough thrust of his hips which also resulted in his favorite position. sprawled out on the bed, the head turned to the side and the watermelon pink stained cheek pressed against the soft fabric of the square pillows. zoro‘s scared chest pressed against the curve of your back, his hips slamming against the soft flesh of your butt with each thrust. you witnessed each second, he fought the urge to unload his seed after your gummy walls squeezed his thick dick so deliciously tight. it happened multiple times in this particular position, as zoro pressed his hips further against your backside and the way his grip on your hand tightened. your palm was placed beside your head, manicured nails dug into the soft fabric of the sheets. zoro‘s large paw placed above yours, calloused palm against the back of your hand and fleshy fingers laced with your slender ones. as soon as the feeling of your cunt around him became too much, and the swordsman slowed down the pace, his fingers stroke through yours, slightly squeezing. he might not realize the little gesture but you were thankful for how he held your hand and gave you an inaudible insight on how well you made him feel.

trafalgar d. water law

he loved how eagerly your fingernails clawed at his upper arms or his back, he admired to see your attempts to stop the rough pounding you earned by teasing him, or interrupting his exhausting studies once again. but what the doctor loved much more, is the feeling of having you struggle against him while being completely overstimulated by his actions. trapped underneath his body as he pounded into your sore cunt. you could not remember how many orgasms you already went through, the punishment started hours ago and law wasn't even halfway through with it. hands placed effortlessly beside your head, not having enough strength anymore to fight against your boyfriend's relentless movements. "see, i told you punishment would be worse than waiting a couple of hours longer," he would mutter against the shell of your ear, placing soft kisses along your jawline. law's hands were placed around your wrists, fingers lazily wrapped around your soft skin while the pointer finger laid perfectly in your palm. it all belonged to his plan. giving him a chance to always know that you're still feeling good about what he was doing. one pinch of pain was enough for the doctor to stop. slowly, tapping the tip of his pointer finger against the soft skin of your palm and waiting for the slightest squeeze as an answer. all he needed was the little measurement to snap his hips stronger against yours and hunt down his own orgasm.

eustass 'captain' kid

being with kid meant to prepare for the worst. not in the way that it was not pleasing at all what he did with his towering body, it happened to be the entire opposite. the snap of his hips against yours was rough, burying himself to the hilt inside of your warm, gummy walls. stretched out again, never really prepared to take his girthy length but you loved the feeling he forced upon you. there was no need to deny how kid dominated you in each situation of life. as a captain, he gave you orders. as a friend, he gave you advice. and as your boyfriend, he certainly took control in the sheets without questioning. your hands placed above your head if he was sprawled out on top of you. one hand beside your head to keep his towering, muscular body from crushing you while the other held your hands together by the wrists. the calloused and rough palm of one of his large paws was enough to capture both of your slender arms in a tight grip. always giving him another glint of power, another strong beam of pride about how muscular and tall he was, compared to you. the way his fleshy fingers overpowered you without having to use his entire strength to hold your in place became kid's little act. if he towered above you, roughly snapping his hips against yours as skin slapping against skin filled the captain's chambers. or while you were on all four, the damp, flustered span of your cheek pressed against the soft sheets with the ass high in the air. kid was pressed tightly against your jiggling ass, admiring how the flesh of your butt wiggled with each forceful thrust. arms neatly placed on the curve of your back, wrists held together tightly by the large hand of your boyfriend.

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twola · 25 days

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cough so i know you have that one lh!arthur drabble thing but pleaseee ( and thank you if you do ) more of lh!arthur being a dick

You gasp aloud, trying not to moan, knowing how dangerously close you are to camp. The tree bark is rough against your palms as you brace yourself against it.

The man moving behind you is rough as well.

“God, ngh, what a pretty little thing you are.”

His hands, weathered and calloused, grip either side of your hips, his fingers leaving bruises - like he seemingly always does each time. Your skirts are flipped up and over your waist as you bend forward, your nails biting into the tree as he crashes into you.

Your ivory colored bloomers stand out starkly on the ground a few feet away.

He smacks your ass with an open palm, and you bite your lower lip not to yelp as his hips bounce against yours.

The campfire glitters in the distance, but here, away from camp, the two of you cavort in a sordid affair. The clicking of his spurs as he adjusts his footing rings out in the night, and he lets out a long breath through his nose before resuming.

"Ar- Arthur-" You whisper, attempting to keep quiet, but the way his cock slams into you with each thrust has you squeezing your eyes shut in concentration not to moan aloud. After one particularly punishing thrust, you lose that battle.

Arthur reaches forward and slaps his hand over your mouth to stifle your cry. His other hand squeezes your hip near painfully as he rocks his hips into yours, each stroke heady and full.

You're hurtling ever closer to release as he fucks you there, bent over in front of that tree. When finally his cock hits that spot within your core, you scream into his hand, the muffled, smothered noise sounding like he was strangling a songbird. He hisses in overstimulation and fucks you through your release, his cock coated in your slick, dripping down to his testicles. It is only three more punishing thrusts until he nearly bowls you over with his own orgasm, having to lean over you and brace himself with one arm against the tree. He grits his teeth, barely concealing a groan as he spends himself into you.

He pants, holding himself there for a moment, tapping your hip softly before standing up and extricating himself. You stumble slightly, your knees shaking.

Arthur's large hands encircle your waist, holding you steady as you regain your footing. You stand up straight, your skirts falling to cover your bare legs. Turning around toward him, you lean back to brace yourself against the tree, catching his eyes before your gaze darts to the ground again.

“What?” He inquires, raising an eyebrow.

“Is - there ain’t no one else, is there?”

Arthur smirks, his large arm quickly shooting around your hip and his hand lands on your rear, giving it a squeeze.

“Ain’t no one got a tight little cunt like yours, ain’t nowhere else I wanna be.”

Sure, it wasn’t a confession of love, but for him? It was probably the best you could hope for. You remain silent, unable to meet his gaze.

“Chin up, little girl. I’ll be sure to keep you cryin’ for more.” He lazily drawls, his fingers clutching at your skirt, bunching up the fabric.

He playfully swats at your ass before leaning over and grabbing his gun belt. He winds it around his hips once again, humming a few notes of a drinking song under his breath.

“A pleasure as always, ma’am.” Arthur tips his hat to you and strides back toward camp, a notable swagger in his step.

You clench your jaw, trying to stave off the moisture accumulating in your eyes. You lean down and pick up your bloomers from the ground, hastily stuffing them in your skirt pocket.

Arthur’s raucous, haughty laughter booms from the campfire. How you wish he would smile at you, tap his thigh and have you perch upon it, wrapping his arm around you and nuzzling against your throat. How you wish he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear until he decided sitting out in public was too much, dragging you into his tent, shedding your outer layers and climbing into the cot together.

How you wish he would take you in the warm cocoon of his cot, slow and gentle, leaving you satiated and loved, tangled up in him. How you wish you would wake up in his arms.

But you’re alone, his spend dripping down your thigh, left to wallow in your own impossible dream.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption #twolafic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #red dead smut

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 —

— : [ nsfw ] brat taming, gunplay, slapping, choking, name calling, spanking + overstimulation

— : wc : 625

sanzu loved when you caught an attitude. he knows your exes couldn’t handle your sass, going as far as to warn him about getting involved with you. he was always up for a challenge and god he absolutely loved your bratty attitude.

after all, he knew exactly how to put you in your place.

“i’m sorry” you gasp, gripping the sheets hard enough to rip but he doesn’t seem phased. he has the vibrator pressed right against your clit as he fucks into you. your legs and arms have long since given out and you’re still shaking from your previous orgasm.

he doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop thrusting harder and he won’t remove the vibrator no matter how loud you scream, voice hoarse for over use in the last hour. you know your safe word so you can’t be suffering that badly.

“you’re sorry baby?” he grins, slapping your ass, “that’s too bad”

you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to ignore the ringing in your ears and the stinging sensations of his palm meeting the hot and sensitive skin of your ass and thighs.

“should’ve thought about that before you started bitching, hm?” he chuckles, not really expecting a verbal response from you.

the glint of his gun catches his eye, the lamp turned downwards to cast a low light in your bedroom. he smirks and reaches for it. he knows it’s empty, he always makes sure to check before he takes it out his pockets for the day. he isn’t too worried about anyone trying anything, he does have a fully loaded pistol in the drawer just in case.

“sanzu?” you frown, eyebrows pinching together in confusion when he stops moving all together. you’re in no place to complain, he was nice enough not to gag you as punishment so you try and push your hips backwards.

he tosses the vibrator aside, pulling you up by your throat. his rings cut into your skin and you cry out in shock. it sends a full body shiver through you when he places the end of the gun right against your bottom lip.

“open up slut” he grunts, “you like having your mouth full right?”

your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fucks into you again, grip on your waist hard enough to sting. it hurts so good and your mouth drops open for him to fuck his gun in and out your mouth.

“that’s it” he smirks, biting his lip when you clench your pussy on purpose. you really were a filthy fucking slut but he only had himself to blame. he tended to spoil you because he liked how good you could be for him.

“are you going to stop acting out?” he asks, voice an octave lower, “gonna stop being a brat?”

you nod, moaning louder as tears run down your pretty face. his cock twitches and throbs at the sight. he was a pervert, getting off whenever he saw your red rimmed eyes, glassy with unshed tears.

he cocks the gun slowly, watching your eyes widen in panic and your pussy spasms, squirting all over your thighs and the sheets.

“nasty whore” he scoffs, pushing your face down into the pillow, “stay fucking still”

you scream out, feeling so overstimulated and fucked raw. your throat hurts and your ass is still stinging. you try to move away, grabbing your pillow but he holds you down.

“i thought you don’t run from this dick baby” he chuckles darkly, “didn’t you say this was your dick?”

you nod your head, moaning wantonly, high and pretty the way he likes.

“good, then lay there and take it” he slaps your cheek, “i’m far from being done with you”

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hyperfixiation-station · 6 months

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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Information

A Study in Torture

TW: Blood, Gore, Torture, graphic depiction's of violence Summary: Reader was caught on a mission and has been in the clutches of the enemy for over a month...

Apprehension, Rescue, Rehabilitation

You wake up sputtering, freezing cold, and drenched in water.

“Good morning little bird. Thought you would like a bath.” Your captor stands above you, rolling you onto your back with his foot, “You are pretty filthy.” You squirm slightly, and he steps on your arm to pin you in place. He crouches over you, gripping your face with his hands.

“You know how I feel about you sleeping without permission, little bird. Why’d you have to go and break that rule? Now I have to punish you.” He says sadly. He gets off of you, only to yank you up by the collar wrapped around your throat and let go. You teeter, vision swimming as your broken body tries to compensate for the change in position.

The room you are led to is mostly bare, with just a tub of water in the center. Your heart sinks, fear pooling your belly. You’ve been here long enough to know that water is your least favorite method of punishment. When you first were brought here, the goal was to extract information from you, but now it seems more like your captor gets off on you being in pain.

“You know how much I love water Little Bird.” He laughs, dragging you forward.

“Kneel.” He murmurs, standing you in front of the tub.

You drop to your knees without hesitation.

“Aw you can learn something. I’m so proud.” The man says happily, petting your hair. Despite yourself, you preen under the praise.

“Unfortunately, you did break rules this morning, soooo.” He grabs your hair, twisting so it's balled up in his hand, “Deep breath little bird.” He shoves your head under, digging his knee into your back to hold you in place.

For the first minute you sit still, waiting, but as the seconds tick by with you not being allowed up, as your lungs begin to burn and scream for air, panic sets in and you try to fight your way up.

He lets go, allowing you up. You sucks in ragged breaths, coughing and vomiting up water as your body shakes. He gives you another second before grabbing your shoulders and forcing you back down. He does this again and again and again, until you are a shivering, pathetic mess.

He cups your cheek, running a hand through your hair. “It doesn't have to be like this little bird. All you have to do is listen to me. It’s really not that hard.”

You shiver violently, staring at the ground, still kneeling in front of the basin. The man frowns, yanking your head up.

“Look at me when I am talking to you.” He snarls, “God, why are you so stubborn? I don’t want to do this, but you just. Won’t. Listen.” He wraps the chain attached to the collar on your neck around his hand and pulls, yanking you up.

You let out a startled yelp, vision going black as your body screams for you to rest.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. The man growls, yanking you toward him and slamming your face into the wall. “You will address me by Sir.” He screams at you, “Is that really so hard? It's three little letters you stupid, worthless slut.”

You sink to the floor, sobbing. Blood runs down your face, getting in your eyes, in your nose, in your mouth. Your head throbs, your lungs burn, and your ears ring, but you can still hear him screaming at you over the sound. “Say it.” He screams, each word sending spikes of pain through your skull, “Say you are a stupid, worthless slut.” You won’t. You may have lost every scrap of dignity, may kneel at his feet like a dog, but he had not broken you so completely that you would desecrate herself like that.

“You. Fucking. Worthless. Whore.” He snarls, foot connecting with your body with each word, “It's no wonder no one has come to save you. No one wants a disobedient bitch. You won’t tell me what I want to know, and now you won’t even listen to me. I saved you from death and this is how you repay me?” You shriek in pain as he brings his heel down on your wrist, shattering it. He kicks you again and again and again, bones crunching, skin breaking, the sheer agony of it dragging you into the blessed depths of unconsciousness.

The video ends there, your body so bloody and broken it's almost unrecognizable. The conference room is completely silent, save for the dry heaves coming from Gaz’s direction.

“We have their location Captain.”

LMK what you think and if you want a part 2

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to catch a thief

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.7k

summary: (post-TLT, sea of monsters compliant/spoilers) The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. Your reunion with Luke is nothing you both could have ever expected. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: we’re so back trouble!verse ;) sorry for the post birthday hiatus on this, hope you like it! crack banter but err... she got a lil angsty

(posted 3/22/24, semi-edited)

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When you wake up to the gentle rolling of the sea, it feels like a comforting embrace in a distant dream. Tangled within pristine white sheets, you could smell the salt through the small opening in the bay window–though this was a far cry from a fairytale conjured by your mind. This was your reality.

You wouldn’t call it a nightmare per se, but the circumstances were definitely less than preferred.

This is not the CSS Birmingham. No, that went up in flames. Retracing your steps to what led you to this—cushy cruise line of a prison, you reckon it’s been a few days now since you’ve become a stowaway, or a hostage. You haven’t quite decided yet.

Gods, this is what you get for passing up on that summer research internship.

Dropping off Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson at camp was supposed to be a fun walk down memory lane—until meeting with your dad, finding out Thalia’s tree had been poisoned, watching Chiron get fired, and essentially getting kicked out by the troll of a man who originally got sent to the Fields of Punishment for marketing the taste of human flesh made you remember that nothing at camp is the way it used to be.

Not like before, when you and Luke used to run it.

Your dad told you to go home and wait till you were needed. Home. Driving away from it this time around was harder than you thought it would be. You’d never been the patient type, and to drop everything just because a god told you to? Hilarious, really.

But almost a week later, after rejoining your friends on an undead ship that you let the kids commandeer, your vital mistake was thinking that Clarisse’s quest would be a breeze. Rookie move, since the last one you were on left you as scarred as Luke was. Even thinking of him now, you run your thumb over the rough patch of skin on your palm.

At the very least you hoped Tyson was okay. The last memory you have of the young Cyclops was watching him from your place on the ladder as he stopped the engines from overheating. Maybe it was the ex-head counselor in you, or your increased threshold to pain, but there was no way in hell you were leaving that kid behind.

The sound of voices from outside your door gets louder now, your throat feeling like you’ve been swallowing wads of cotton and a persistent ringing in your ear that hurts just as bad as when you watch Chris Rodriguez walk in with a plate of food. The last one he slid through the door bumps against his boot, still uneaten and he sighs.

“So what, you’re on a hunger strike now? I forgot how difficult you could be.”

You bark out a laugh. Thankfully it’s loud enough that it almost conceals the rumble of your stomach. Gritting your teeth, you mumble, “Wish it could be an idiot strike. I forgot how much of a bitch you are when it comes to your brother, Rodriguez. How long are you going to keep me here? It’s been days.”

Your former friend rolls his eyes at your dramatics like he doesn’t hold the key to your freedom.

“Three since you woke up, actually. Come on, you’ve gotta eat, or I’ll get my ass kicked,” he grumbles. You raise an eyebrow at that, walking towards the window to dodge the uncomfortable tension that fills the room. He plucks an apple slice off your plate.

“He couldn’t splurge on a balcony view? Monsters aside, it’s not like you’ve reached full occupancy.”

“There are more mortals here than you think. To be honest, he was worried you would find a way to overthrow us,” the tanned boy admits, placing the tray on the dresser. It was always a wonder to him how you and Luke were more alike than you think, even now—even when Luke hasn’t come to see you. Talking to you reminded him that you’re both pains in his ass, and Chris was still unsure of who to be more wary of, but he’s been in charge of watching you for the most part.

“Well tell your stupid captain he has no right to be worried about me. I’d much rather try to jump if given the opportunity.”

There’s no response, so you turn to face Chris who’s eating a croissant with a bashful grin.

“Seriously dude?”

“Listen, I’m hoping if I think of the right words to say, he’ll come in and deal with you himself. Opposite sides of a war and you’re still both giving me a headache. Just like old times,” he chuckles, flakes of pastry dotting across his chest plate. Your mouth quirks into a bitter smile. Old times, when Luke would shove you if he couldn’t think of a reply fast enough. When you’d punch him to get your point across if he wasn’t listening. How a kiss could end any waging war between the both of you.

You swallow, turning slowly to watch your reflection in the glass of the windowpane.

Why hasn't he come to see you? The first day, you remember spending out on the sea—treading water with no land in sight, calling out to your friends until your voice went hoarse, but you didn’t cry. You know better than to show weakness now, even when no one’s around. Chris tells you over a gulp of orange juice that you washed up next to the Princess Andromeda on the second day like it was fate. Though fate was never truly that kind to anyone; it felt like it was laughing in your face. Knocked out cold for two days after, and ignoring all of Chris’s attempts to keep you alive in the days that followed, you’ve been in this room ever since. You barely notice Chris’s departure.

Entering the ensuite bathroom, you splash your face and sip on water from the tap before stopping at the doorway. A shadow flits at the seam near your feet, someone standing just out of sight when you peer through the peephole.

But you know Luke’s there. Sons of Hermes have almost undetectable footsteps, however, Luke walking in and out of your life for as long as he has—there’s no inconceivable way to not know him. Perhaps you couldn’t hear the sound of his feet, but there’s a way the wind shifts your hair, your heart slowing in ease at his presence, and the scent of him reminiscent of skin kissed with the peel of an orange. The skin you used to kiss and greet and know like your own.

The shadow fades just as your hand reaches out towards it, leaving like he always does. Always out of reach.

Even as the Princess Andromeda continues to set sail upon the calm waters of the Atlantic Coast, you look out to the unending horizon and still feel like you’re drowning.

—

“Status report, soldier?”

Chris rolls his eyes, popping the last piece of apple into his mouth as he strolls into the command deck. The both of you had a flair for the dramatic—it serves as his reminder of why you two worked so well. Luke is sitting in his captain’s seat, watching the waves crash against the hull as the sun begins to set on the skyline.

“She’s angry. Anyone would be if they were locked up like that.”

“Well, yeah, but tell me something I don’t know. Something useful, Rodriguez,” Luke says, flicking his pocket knife closed. It’s still sticky with the juice of the fruit, catching onto his finger. He hisses, but then the sound of loud footsteps boom down the corridor, along with the sound of maniacal laughter as the door slams open. The two sons of Hermes look at each other curiously, knowing it all too well.

“You know, the next time you send a 9-year-old to stand guard, remember to not make it the one we used to throw into the lake,” you drawl, sauntering into the bridge and looking around until your eyes land on your ex, “and also remember that you taught me how to pick locks.”

Ethan Nakamura heaves behind you, hands on his knees before he stands to attention and salutes his captain.

“Sir, I was just following orders… and I’m not 9 anymore!” he snaps, glaring at you. Laughing at the absurdity of the situation makes it easier to get through. You thought being surrounded by the undead on the CSS Birmingham was scary enough, but standing in a room with ghosts from your past was somehow worse. Honestly, you learned a lot more by being in that room than if you were to jump ship like you wanted to.

“I taught you how to tie your shoes, Ethan. You’re always gonna be a little kid to me,” you scoff, brushing him aside and walking towards Luke, “your new digs are fancy, by the way. I could tell by all the teenage soldiers chasing me through the tourists.”

He stands up and meets you head to head, as the both of you inspect each other closely.

It’s been a long year without you.

You look thinner. You’ve lost the softness in your cheeks and your eyes are tired. He wonders what you chose to major in, who your roommates are, if you still think of him with a smile on your face. You’re still beautiful.

“You know me, I like to travel in style,” Luke says offhandedly, a half smile on his face. For someone leading a war against the gods, he’s calm in your presence.

“Back when I knew you, we traveled in a tin can that we also called a car.”

His clothes are nicer than anything you’ve ever seen him in. He looks really fucking good, for someone on the run. It’s almost frustrating to see how brawny he’s gotten, muscles rippling as he crosses his arms. You suppose he has nothing to do now but practice and spar (that or he’s definitely flexing for you). Pulling at the drawstring of the joggers you wear, you realize his initials are embroidered on the pocket. Pretentious fuck. Did he change you once you got on board?

Chris and Ethan suddenly get the feeling that they’re interrupting something—a reunion in a blockbuster romantic movie they’ve seen the mortals play out on the ship deck’s projector on Friday nights. The two of you stand there arguing like a married couple despite the fact you are no longer lovers and the bickering continues even when more of Kronos’ army files in. You laugh again at the sight of children walking in—some strangers, others you’ve sung to sleep in cabin 11, all still children, even back from the time before when laughter didn’t have to have a reason, light and airy in the summer sun.

“You’re sick, you know that? Did you just plan to let me rot in that room until it was all over? You didn’t even talk to m—”

“Classic, you’re more mad that I didn’t talk to you over the fact that you’re a prisoner,” he seethes, but you don’t stand down—not now or ever.

“Prisoner? I walked out and none of your Boy Scouts could do anything about it!”

His face is turning red now, jaw tightening at the angst but deep down he misses this—the banter, the thin line between hate and love you both tread on. You may be a damsel. But you were not in distress. To further prove your point, you swing an arm toward one of the boys in black (their uniforms were annoyingly corny), and they all take a step back toward the wall. Your eyebrows furrow, “What type of prison has guards terrified of the prisoner?”

He shrugs, “It was only time before you came and found me. I even gave you a bay window.”

That was not the right thing to say.

“I’ll fucking kill yo—”

“Sir? So do we try and detain her, or….” one of the demigods you don’t know interjects, and Chris Rodriguez sucks at his teeth before he responds.

“Alright. We’ve seen enough of the show. Everyone file out and let Castellan reunite with his girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?”

“Girlfriend…”

The both of you look at each other, one in anger, the other in sheepishness now that you’re alone. It's even funnier that neither of you deny it.

“You left me there in that room, and by the sight of things around here you prefer being in the company of monsters than being with me, so by the gods, what do you want, Castellan?”

You fall into the captain’s chair exasperatedly, watching him watch you.

“I’m giving you a choice,” he says simply. “You can stay here with me, or you can go.”

“A choice? You captured me to tell me I have a choice,” you spit, as if that was the stupidest thing he could say. “You didn’t give me a choice when you left me.”

“It was a matter of the circumstances. And I didn't capture you—are you mad that I betrayed everyone or not, because I can’t really read you right now, trouble…”

Your eye twitches and your hands are in fists across your lap. Another wrong thing to say.

“Keeping me here until I get the nerve to talk to you is not a choice, asshole. Do you think you could just hide me away until the bad part’s over? To save me until everything's good enough for you?” Your eyes catch onto the droplets of blood that fall onto the hardwood flooring near your feet. His hand is bleeding, and like it’s nothing of the sort you reach out for it.

Luke thinks that if he lets you your hand will still perfectly fit in his, so after a moment, he pulls his hand away out of your reach. Pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket (also embroidered with his initials—note to self, never let a son of Hermes have money), you stand to wrap it around his hand to stop the bleeding. You pretend not to notice his heartbeat increase through the throbbing of the cloth.

“Don’t let my actions make you believe that what we had wasn’t good, trouble.”

“Stop calling me that. Why are they all scared of me? Why won’t you let me touch you?” you whisper, putting pressure on his finger until the blood clots. It doesn’t even hurt, to tell you the truth. Not touching you when you’re right here in front of him is a pain he can’t find the words to describe. But what he’ll never understand is that he’s right. You two were good together. You’d have him through the bad too, if only he let you.

“Because you might think you can fix me.” Or worse, you might change his mind. You don't have to say you love him for him to know it. A part of him wishes he didn’t have to do all of this to prove to you he feels the same.

“Would you have left with me?” he mutters. A wistful look cuts through your anger and he knows he’s finally said something right. His pocket knife is on the control board and your hands drop to your side again when you realize that he may have forgotten to tell his battalion of who you are to him, but he still remembers how you like your apples cut. The silence is loud, even with the twinge that comes with the pain in your eardrum as you sway a little on your feet. Your body still knows it can relax with him, knees buckling with a false sense of security despite your willpower.

“I would've made it so that there was no other option for you but to want to stay.”

A soldier bursts through the door and apologizes for the intrusion, but the both of you have found out all you need to know. The moment is over and Percy Jackson has been captured by the army in his efforts of trying to save the day. There’s a look shared between the two of you that wonders if this will become a trend.

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Licking your lips as your…Luke guides you out onto the main deck with your hands behind your back, you can taste the salt in your air. It’s almost as evident as the surprise in your friends’ faces when they see you alive. This time, they don’t question your allegiance but in the chaos that ensues, for a moment, you do.

For a moment, you wonder what would change if you decided to stay with him. Would the sky fall under your feet? Would the gods kneel like Luke said they would? Looking at him in your periphery, you realize it’s not what the both of you want, even if it’s the easier way out—to be together despite it all.

The two of you against the world instead of the world against the both of you.

But he won't even touch you—he’s holding you over the sleeves of your shirt, too scared of what you’ve become in his absence. You suppose you’re scared of what he’s become too.

The realization hits that you could defect from your friends, family, and home. You could undo everything that you and your friends have worked towards. But nothing he can say will change the fact that he didn’t choose you.

Luke was right, then.

You did have a choice, one that he still forces you to make as you nod at Percy to flip his last drachma into the open water, opening a direct line of communication to your father to catch the thief—of both lightning and the beat of your heart, in the act.

You realize that if the gods were the least bit grateful that you’ve kept their kids alive for the past half-decade, perhaps fate would be on your side and Luke would still be yours. But life has a funny way of working itself out when Luke admits to the open air of another crime to tack onto his list.

“Kronos was right. I should’ve killed you, Percy.”

The son of Poseidon goads Luke into another duel and you survey your surroundings for a way out. Annabeth burns holes into the side of your head and it gets you thinking, moving faster than you have in days as you walk towards her and Grover. At the raise of your hand, the demigods holding onto the pair drop to the deck, incapacitated with illusions of madness they will never comprehend. The more of them that surround you drop like flies as Luke’s eyes flicker between you and the boy he has at swordpoint.

You’ve gotten stronger in his absence—you never needed to touch him to use your powers after all. Just waiting for the right moment to strike, attacking when Luke finally let his guard down for you. He cracks his neck, knowing you’ve made your choice, so he makes his.

“Get them.”

The monster scrambles across the deck but it approaches you first, clawing at the wood and barely missing your feet as you scream for help, defenseless without a sword and you hear Luke yell your name in alarm before a punching glove-tipped arrow sends it hurtling overboard.

Your eyes lock with his again as you disembark with the Party Ponies, you with your crew as he corrals the mess you made of his. It has to be the salt air that makes your eyes seem a little misty.

Your fates have always been tied.

You protect your home, and he does what he can to protect you. Luke looks over your form like he’s checking if you’re okay, even from a distance— and it makes you wonder if this is how it's supposed to be. Someone leaving, and the both of you apart.

It’s weird to be the one leaving this time, but it isn't as easy as Luke makes it seem each time he does it. You avert your eyes once you see him put his hand in his pocket, him finding what you snuck in on the way to the deck. Luke pulls out a leather bracelet with a black camp bead, the one he missed in the year he’s been gone. He rolls the bead between his fingers, the thing you last touched before leaving him, an emblem of his archnemesis and the summer that changed everything—the consequences of his actions ripping you away from him. When he slides it on his wrist, it lightly clinks against the hilt of his sword, the lone clay bead a force of its own against Backbiter's reverberating power. He feels nostalgia for what could have been crawling through him—though Luke supposes he’s always been too vulnerable when it comes to you.

Is this what you’ve been feeling every time he walks away?

It starts to rain after you leave. Luke watches his crew take cover from the downpour, running in all different directions to hide away from the storm that ravages the Princess Andromeda.

But he stands still, looking up at the sky and hating it for how openly it’s able to cry. Luke is far away from home again—from you and it makes him wonder how much longer he’ll have to be away from you when being with you is what he truly wants.

The mission continues and the ship keeps pushing forward even as the rain washes over him, soaking through his armor and straight to the bone. Raindrops pelt through every crevice, though this onslaught is much kinder, more gentle, even when it’s angry. He closes his eyes and lets it touch his skin.

For a moment, it feels like you.

—

A hand penetrates the tide searching for yours, gripping onto your unconscious one. He’s spent hours ripping holes through time to try to find you, an advantage given to him in a dream by the Titan. The agreement, what keeps him from not running back to you is that you live—and as Luke pulls you out of the ocean waterlogged and turning blue, he wonders if it’s all a farce.

Losing you isn’t worth the wrath of the gods if you’re lifeless in his arms like this.

He shouts your name, pumping your chest with his fists and breathing life back into your lips until you cough out saltwater, head lolling against his knee. Luke’s fingers stroke your hair, touching you for the first time in a year. As life slowly brings the color back into your cheeks he silently thanks Hestia for keeping your flame alight. His soldiers call out to him from the deck, and he steels his resolve as he rows the lifeboat back to the ship. Still, Luke has to uphold his side of the agreement.

He wonders if you’d stay. Even if he knows the answer, Luke wonders if you would ever change it for him.

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And they tell me you are evil and I answer: Yes, I know. –Patricia Smith

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My Oath

day six of celebration marathon

Percy Jackson x platonic!demigod!reader. (God of the unknown because I can’t help myself, he is a oc of mine for my pjo series)

-£ plot: Your father has learned of a new forbidden child. As his number one he sends you to do his bidding. until your loyalty is challenged.

-words: 1k

-£part two?

-£ warnings: angst, plot of murder, new plot, slight spoilers for readers father in “a love watered by blood”, god of the unknown, (Big spoilers. Reader is sent to kill Pecy) , also the song from Epic:the Troy sagas “the horse and the infant” is what this is based off of.

you were no oath breaker.

you bowed at your fathers feet as he sat upon his throne. the place you called home was dark and misty, your fathers doing, it was a place of mistrust but undying loyalty to him. it was you who was called on often as you served at his hand, you proved your worth as a demigod and you became something more when he took you into his ranks. no other gods dared to speak to him and he liked it that way, no fuss or chatting.

they had many secrets. and he could spill them all.

he hated his “family” and they knew it. wars have been taught over centuries and he picked a side with little care. but he did love secrets and nothing was kept from him even in the smallest corner in the world. every whisper was his to hear.

“what is needed of me.” your eyes stayed on the marble floor beneath your knee, your arms thrown over and await his command.

“i have found a forbidden child, again,” he picked at his nails, his body slumped against the throne.

“a son of poseidon, perseus jackson. make his death quick, but i don’t care if it’s painful.”

you slowly looked up at him, you examined his calm and carelessness behavior. a forbidden child was not unheard of to you, as you have been sent to watch a few over the many years. killing was easy for you, no harm came to your mind as the thought of displeasing your father outweighed any death you caused by your hands.

“tell me where to go.” you agreed to the quest.

earth was a strange place, especially since you grew up in a different time. though you watched the mortal realm in the mirror in your room, finding peaceful places and happy memories being created. but it was a curse, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, when your eyes closed you would dream about the horrors of life. maybe it was a way of life getting back at you for being the cause of destruction— a weapon to be used.

creeping into the apartment building, the widow was not able to keep you out since you had many tools. you’ve done things like this, sneak and kill, return and repeat at his command. you never failed— in fear of being destroyed yourself, a gods wrath was a hard punishment for anyone.

the room was dark and only the light from the moon shined in, making things noticeable. the clothes sticked to your skin from the weather that night. drawling your dagger, preparing to kill your next victim and without causing destress or a fight. but it wasn’t a man you saw. it wasn’t a bed.

it was a crib, a few shells hanging above the babes sleeping body.

stepping back in shock and hesitation you stare at the infant. he was so small. he looked healthily. how is he going to cause any harm? you couldn’t kill a child- a baby. someone unwilling to make decisions for themselves. your doubts and thoughts caused your ears to start ringing, the drums getting pressure built on them.

“I can sense you have your doubts,” the deep voice makes your body shiver and look down at the bracelet on your wrist. the only thing your father gifted you, a silver band with a mirror attached in the center. he could see what was happening anytime without fail. all mirrors are a portal for his eyes.

“He’s just a boy- what kind of threat does he pose?” you kept your voice low and hushed to not awake the mother of the babe.

“he is a forbidden child, you know what that entails. you’ve seen it with your own eyes the damage they cause, the wars started with unfair advantages. that child will grow into a soldier, cause chaos everywhere he steps and gets good people killed. you know I am right.” each point he made was the same he used before to justify his actions.

“don’t make me do this.” you plead. you’ve never begged before, never spared a life in all your years. but never, have you been sent to kill someone so innocent.

“you dare beg for his life to be spared? I have given you a order, so do it.” your father snarled. not many times were you under his accusative tone. you could hear his voice echoing through the throne room along with a slam of his hand.

“i have done everything you asked of me,” you sounded so small in defeat, “but I can not do this.”

just like that you were willing to risk everything you have built. a place at your fathers feet, above others. a place to live and thrive. and for what? the answer is when you looked at him there is nothing to defend, nothing but a open book waiting to be filled.

“you don’t have a choice,” he roared through the mirror and you could feel the vibration. “kill him, now.” he demanded as his nails scratched at the chair he seat mighty on.

“after years of faithful service, I obeyed every order and command, I live alone each day in a room filled with people. you may have made me for a weapon to use, to do your job for you but I will no longer be a slave.” for the first time you spoke back.

“one day he will die, but not by my hands.” taking the watch on your hand and slipping it off of you, then letting it fall to the ground. the last thing you see is your father shouting at you, his face grim and frustrated. stomping your foot on the floor you break the glass, the item becomes useless.

glancing over to the babe who looked peaceful and wrapped up in a tight blanket. it’s been forever since you were this close to a baby. as a little girl you wished for a family of your own, only you had a life of a demigod.

but looking at him made you sick to your stomach. a pit of anger for the boy who had cost you everything. the world was his to explore.

you were left with no home, no family to go to. and you had broken a oath. you swore yourself to never fail a quest or go against his wishes but you had, for a son of poseidon?— world must have been coming to a end.

you tried to hate him, you really did. but there was no one left to fight for. the decision was yours to make, his life was worth more then yours could ever be. you left quickly after that, afraid you had been to loud.

and one day, you’ll meet the boy he became.

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dior-and-dietcoke · 1 year

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" BONTENS WHORE "

MIKEY, SANZU, KAKUCHO, TAKEOMI,RINDOU, RAN, KOKO

18+, DUBCON, bondage, sex toys, double fingering, fingersucking, degradation, exhibition, slapping, marking, MDNI

You suddenly woke up in a familiar place, but definitely not the place where you fell asleep. Your sight was blurry, it was cold..so fucking cold. and you couldn't feel your limbs, you blinked your eyes three times and saw a little more clear, you saw that your thighs are bound tight in a thick rope. "H-huh..?"

you mumbled still really groggy "you finally fuckin' woke up, damn!" a familiar voice complained. You immediately realized what was happening right now..you are being punished for your little fuck up last night. "We almost thought you were dead" another familiar voice ringed in your ears. You were supposed to seduce another gang leader, but you ended up beating him to death for talking shit about Mikey

The problem about that was that Mikey wanted to make out a deal with said gang leader. Your head shot up to see all of bonten, even the less important people that you didn't know. "Surely you know what's happening right now '' Kakucho stood up from one of the crates where bonten stored their weapons. You slowly nodded looking up at the man that was in front of you. As you looked up, you noticed your arms were tied up to a wooden pillar with the same type of rope that was around both of your thighs.

And as your mind started to clear up, you realized why it was so cold, not just because you are in a basement in the middle of winter. no, you were just in the underwear that you fell asleep in, and the worst part..fear should be kicking in. But the ropes are just the right amount of tight, and the burn in your arms was the cherry on top. You already felt your clit throb, this is so embarrassing.

You just hoped that no one noticed the blush that painted your face and the tears that started to well up in your eyes from the humiliation. You looked down to not let them see your lewd face, making them think that you just regret your Lil fuck up and are ashamed. "Answer." Kaku spoke up like a strict dad when you didn't answer. "Y-yes. I know.." your thighs tried to push against each other but the ropes just felt tighter when you fought against them, you accidentally let a little whimper fall from your lipgloss-stained lips. You just hoped to fucking god that they didn't hear your disgusting and lewd weep, but they did.

The haitani's and sanzu tried to write it off as a small cry, but takeomi, Koko, and kakucho just thought they didn't hear you right. But one thing all of the people in the basement could agree on was that you looked way too erotic for your own good. The way your tits fought against the restraints was so tempting. It made rin and ran especially horny. They are crazy into bondage.

And obviously, everyone in this room wanted to fuck the vixen of bonten at some point maybe even every time they just think about you, but the executives seemed to want to fuck you the most, they always tried to make a move on you but you never understood their shitty pick-up lines. You heard someone walk towards you, and you already knew who it was. His energy gave it away.

"Look up." Mikey demanded. The others didn't really care that you didn't look up at them, but it started to infuriate sanzu when Mikey started talking to you, and you still didn't look up. "You fuckin' dare to refuse to listen to your boss's orders not once but fucking twice?!" Sanzu stomped over to you "who the fuck do you think you are? You're just bonten's little who-"

his hand gripped your hair to make you look at Mikey, but he wasn't prepared for that erotic expression on your face. No one really was. Even Mikey's eyes widened a bit. "H-huh?" Koko stumbled over his words, and your face was so priceless. You had little tears in your eyes and drool dripping from your lips. They just waited for Mikey to say something because god knows they didn't know what the fuck to say. But suddenly Mikey crouched down to grip your pretty face "you like being tied up don't you?.."

his dead fish-like eyes stared into your shiny ones. "n-no!" Rindou and ran's cocks were Rock hard when they were told by Mikey to tie you up but now they were throbbing. seeing you fight more against the restraints on your body will leave pretty marks after this. but it got even worse after Mikey abruptly slapped you and you just...moaned? "Wha.." Koko started and felt his cock harden at that erotic moan. But he wasn't the only one, oh no-no. Every one of them was Rock hard and ready to just rip your panties off and mess that pretty cunt up.

Kakucho looked at Mikey and then back at you, completely confused if what he just heard was his imagination, but by the looks of his co-workers... He wasn't imagining it. Mikey's eyes were shot wide open, looking at your tear, glistening eyes filled with so much Hunger for more that he just had to give you what you were asking for. "Aahh!~" so he slapped you once again, eyes still shot wide open like a deer in headlights, wanting to see every single reaction from you.

"F-fuck.." takeomi mumbled under his breath and thanked God for his long and big coat that Covers his raging erection. The brothers had to fight the strong urge to just have their way with you, but they knew that they would be killed on the spot if they did that. So they just bit their lips till they would be bruised and rindou gripped the metal cart in front of him.

"You're just a cheap whore..ain't that right?" Mikey just glared at you, his cold glare made your pussy throb and clench. Mikey moved his dead, dark blue orbs to sanzu allowing him to tilt your head back by your hair and making you choke on another cute moan of yours before Haru shoved his gun into your mouth. And if you weren't wet before, you sure are flooding now. Sanzu was just as excited as you are though, his cock was aching just to be touched by you..

he was just better at hiding it. Well.if you ignore the pretty pink coloring his pretty features, the sweat coating his temples and forehead, and the obvious bulge in his tight, lilac dress pants. Mikey stood up, looking down at you. "Since you have a hard time taking orders.." his hand went to the rope that held your upper body up and squeezed your tits so perfectly. He pulled it, making you let out another angelic mewl. "They are going to teach you a lesson now..you hear me?"

You hesitated for just a second and Mikey already smacked you again "you fucking answer when I ask you something." His dark eyes stared deep into the depths of your tar Black soul, Mikey's gaze always Made you feel something and now you finally knew what that Feeling was, you weren't scared, you were hopelessly horny for evil and powerful men. Mikey turned around walking in the direction of some crates to sit on and looked at his men before mumbling "go have fun with her." None of the men even dared to hesitate walking over to your pretty, quivering form. Sanzu stared down into your eyes before watching little tears drip down your hot cheeks, he licked his teeth and took his gun out of your mouth with some of your saliva still dripping from his gun. "Messy whore.." he chuckled, pulling your hair tighter. All of a sudden you felt someone run their fingers over your hard nipple "nghh!" You looked down and to your surprise, it was kakucho. He always seemed so sweet and innocent to you..well..as innocent as can be as a Gangster.

"Slut.." he whispered before he ripped your bra completely off and stared at your tits for just a few seconds before he continued to take your pillowy tits in his big and cold hands, sweet Kaku groaned when he started to Massage them

"a-aah! P-please-" your begs made takes cock twitch and leak more of its transparent fluids into his pants. But his eyes stayed stoic and serious even though his face was a flushed pink. Koko got on the other side of you and squished both of your cheeks together and he then placed his thumb on your bottom lip. "You probably know what to do with that filthy mouth of yours, right?" A wicked grin formed on his features as you started suckling on his thumb. "Fuck, you really are a slut" sanzu groaned gripping your hair tighter. Your pussy throbbed when you saw Koko's and sanzu's bulges next to your face, it was all too much for you when Kaku licked your nipple and proceeded to suck on them as if he was trying to get milk out of them. The brothers got behind you and suddenly their pretty, vein decorated hands ran up and down your thighs, as they whispered dirty stuff they wanna do to you in your ear

"gonna Split that pretty pussy open on my cock, ya would like that, hm?" Rindou breathed against your ear in his sexy husky voice. "Gonna spread you out and torture that greedy pussy all night..maybe well even keep those pretty ropes around your body..so you ran run from it~" Ran whispered against your neck before biting down on it "a-ahh- n-no more! Mhh!" Your whines turned them on even more, so protesting against their touches was useless. The brothers chuckled at your pathetic attempt to escape their intoxicating touches and scents. They ran their hands down your inner thigh and snapped your panties off with their switchblades making you yelp out loud and moan even louder when you felt both of the brother's fingers tease different parts of your pussy. Rin was playing with your throbbing clit and ran was running his index finger up and down your leaking slit.

"So fucking wet…" he chuckled and licked his lips. Those three words were enough to make the men go crazy. Kakucho all of a sudden bit down on your nipple, Koko shoved his middle and Index finger down your throat and rin slid his finger from your clit to your hole "fuck..she's fucking dripping.." rindou groaned against your ear and bit the shell. "AHH! N-NO!" you moaned

but in reality, you loved it. You wanted more, you loved the way their touches felt so needy and how Mikey and takeomi just watched his their cocks obviously rock hard. "Your pussy's tellin' us somethin' different, sweetheart~" Ran purred with mockery laced in his tone, even they knew that you loved it. Sanzu ran his gun from your cheek to your clit, crouching down with the haitani's. "Look at me." He ordered, and you didn't even think about disobeying him so you gulped and looked into his sky blue eyes through his snow-white lashes

"you know that the gun is loaded right, bitch?" He grinned, biting his bottom lip at your terrified but absolutely horny expression. While you were busy getting lost in the overwhelming feelings the haitani's shoved their fingers inside you at the same time. "MNHH!" you cried around Koko's slender fingers. They didn't even let you adjust before finger fucking you at different speeds "tight fucking pussy..thought it was already loose by how much cock you take on a daily Basis." Rindou spat, biting down hard on your neck leading to you whining even more on Koko's fingers fucking your throat. Sanzu smacked his gun against your clit and the haitani's felt your pussy clench on their Fingers,

they bit their lips once again to not moan at the tightness of your pussy. Mikey saw as your eyes rolled back into your head and your pussy dripped more fluids onto the floor, creating a little pool of your slick "get away from her." He suddenly spoke up and the men got away from your trembling body and watched tears flood down your cheeks and listen to your delicious whines for more as you lost the orgasm that has been building up for the past hour. Mikey stepped forward, standing in front of you again "look up." He demanded. You lifted your head and looked up at the silver-haired man standing in front of you. Mikey could have gasped at how pretty fucked up you already looked but he knew better than letting you know how bad he wanted to fuck you. Mikey Held his hand open and some men you haven't noticed were there before gave him a pink and rubbery looking thing.

"I found this in your room." It was your vibrator! Your eyes widened in shock and felt even more embarrassed that Mikey and the other men knew that you play with yourself. Mikey leaned down, spread your pussy lips, and shoved the toy agonizingly slow inside of you.

"You're gonna learn to obey me." He rasped before turning the toy on to the highest setting. Your angelic yet pornographic moans and cried immediately invaded the men's ears. Mikey looked back at all the men and motioned for them to come back to you. They all stood in a circle around you, and without any warning, Mikey pulled his sweatpants down just enough for his dick to jump out and slap you in the face. His slim hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back so your lips were on his leaking tip. "Suck it and I'll think about letting you cum." The pressure you felt in your abdomen was getting harder and harder to ignore. It just hurt so much that you were always so close but it was never close enough for you to reach your high.

And frankly Mikey's cock looked way too good and tasty to pass up. You licked up from his heavy balls up to his tip to then suck the salty precum that was leaking from his slit, god he tasted good, the Feeling of Mikey's cock in your mouth made the Feeling in your cunt only worse but you couldn't stop yourself, you had such bad self-control. Mikey looked down at you with his white hair coating his light pink cheeks. You suddenly heard groans from beside and behind you, they were fisting their cocks to the sight of you sucking someone else's cock, their boss's cock at that. They looked so needy watching your every move as sweat dripped from their faces. Mikey, without any warnings, shoved his cock down your throat and then proceeded to fuck it with some pretty groans escaping his lips.

"Mnggh!" You moaned around his cock, almost triggering his Release. But he pulled out before he could cum down your throat and came all over your pretty face instead. The other men didn't last long either. They All spurted their cum in thick white and sticky ropes on your body, you coughed and looked up at Mikey with doe eyes, practically begging him to let you cum.

He pulled his pants up as the other men did the same, and he started to walk to the exit door. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet..you'll stay here till tomorrow morning." His cruel words hurt but not as bad as the ache in your pussy that was begging for Release. The other men followed but the haitani's stayed for a second behind to kiss your cheek "see ya tomorrow morning', dolly."

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