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✦ but! i hope you enjoy reading about my awful or wonderful taste of men (you decide) and have a wonderful time!
Are you still accepting requests? If so how about making a mess of Cassidy? That man is incredibly cocky but as soon as he's under you he's a whining mess
YOUR BODY’S BANGIN’, OUT OF CONTROL! — short
author’s note — little filler post b4 i finish schtuff
word count — 424
featuring — cole cassidy
cw — NSFW CONTENT, dom!gn!reader, sub!cole, less of cocky cassidy and more of him being pampered bc i love him, this barely counts a fic sorry it looked longer on my doc
all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2023. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.
MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
“C’mon, pretty boy… why so quiet?” You coo, a teasing tone to your voice.
Cole lets out a choked noise, fisting desperately at the sheets as you peppered more kisses against his soft stomach. Each time, you purposely avoided the place he needed you the most. His marked thighs twitch around your head with each touch to his heated skin.
“J-just get on wit’ it, won’t ya? ‘m gonna explode…” He says with a shaky sigh, lightly grasping at your thick locs in an attempt to ground himself.
With each intimate moment you’ve spent with Cassidy, you’ve noticed that his accent gets so much thicker. It was cute, you thought. You had half the mind to try and tease him about it, but you’ve already denied him for so long. The poor man looked like he was coming undone at the seams. His pretty lashes stuck with tears, his amber eyes hazy but locked onto yours. His lips were bitten and red, just how you like it.
After a moment of gazing over him, you chuckled and pressed another kiss to his abdomen after nipping the tanned skin. He groans and gently tugs at your hair, “P-please…” His voice is airy, soft. It’s a stark difference compared to how deep his voice usually was.
“Mm… you’re lucky I’m a sucker for you, sweet thing.” You mutter hungrily, leaning in to lock lips with him in a sloppy kiss. You can feel him wrap his arms and legs around you tightly, keeping you locked in.
Cass pulls back briefly, his lips ghosting against yours. “We only have so much time… need you, baby— please… please.” He sounded so desperate, who were you to deny him? You kissed his cheek, his beard briefly brushing against your own.
“Gonna take real good care of you, gorgeous.” You wrapped a hand around his leaking cock, making him gasp. You rub a hand over his slit, stroking him steadily. The little pleased noises that slipped from his lips were delicious. “Don’t you worry.”
You ran a hand through his soft hair, his hat having been discarded a long time ago when you knocked it over in a heated frenzy. He looked prettier like this anyways. You couldn’t wait to ravage him completely and leave him all breathless by the end of this. You tugged his head back, pulling away to bite at his neck, hearing his sweet moans as you kiss his Adam’s apple. “I got ya, love.”
Let’s just say Cole had a mighty good evening that night.
thank you for 500 followers!! i know i haven’t posted much, it’s my spring break and i’ve been spending a lot of time with my friends and not much in a writing mind.
good news:
- i finished pt 2 of eternal devotion (in progress of being edited by my friends next week. one is visiting home)
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warning — dom reader. sub characters. random scenarios. gender neutral. some mentions of sae having a small cock.
✿ disclaimer — I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.
# anri teieri :
anri loves you, and holds you dearly to her heart. she would never want to disappoint you. she just wants to be a good girl, nothing but rewards and praises being thrown at her.
she'll take anything you give her, even if it means locking herself in the restroom and sending you a video of herself as you requested. though she gets embarrassed, the praises you give her make her smile through it.
even when you told to prepare for your next session, she couldn't stop the huge smile that grows on her face because it means you'll pamper her some more.
she muffles her squeals by stuffing her face in the sheets and kicks her legs out. your firm spanks made her body jolt and you didn't even give her time to rest. "you're doing a so well pretty girl. look at you—"
she could hear you cooing, gripping her waist to prevent her from squirming away. it helped a bit but she didn't need it. she's very obedient, she won't run away from you.
"soaking the sheets when i barely touched you~ did i cause this?" anri nods, lifting her ass in the air with your help. your fingers thread through her hair, taking a good grip and pulling her head back. anri gasps loudly, visibly shuddering. "doing s'well for me, i wish i could show you to the whole world."
your middle finger teases her wet cunt, spreading the lips apart and watching her shake with anticipation. instead of pushing in, you pulled your hand back and lightly slapped her clit. anri lets out a scream, legs failing to hold her up.
"did you like that?" anri nods, bangs falling across her eyes, a sob coming from her chest.
"yes, yes! hic. . i love it so m-much!"
you love her honesty, it was so cute, you can't handle it, petting her head gently. she nuzzles into it, "mm, such a good girl!"
...
# sae itoshi :
sae seems like someone who rides his pillow whenever he feels like it. he hates going to you and asking you to help him out. even though he knows you will, he still doesn't like seeking for help. so he resorts in either taking a shower or sleeping it off. but if that doesn't work he'll turn to something else. a pillow.
he doesn't want to dirty anything so he'll use a condom, but then he whines about not feeling much so he ignores it. whatever, he has to do laundry anyway. sae puts his legs beside the pillow, finding a comfortable position before giving an experimental thrust. his hips bucking up unexpectedly, gasping at the feeling. "sh-shit! ah! aah—"
of course he can't help but rutt against it, he doesn't care if he looks like a dog in heat, it feels good. his head is thrown back, his arms shaking and letting out breathy sighs. his voice is small, hips not slowing down for a second. he hates doing all the work.
if it were you, you'd take matters in your own hands and force him to take it slow. sae slows down, shutting his eyes as his pleasure was forced down. the tease of the soft fabric angered him, but he wanted to do it the way you would make him do. he grips onto the edge of the pillowcase, the head of his little cock sliding in between it, beads of pre-cum rolling out.
his eyes open when he starts to imagine your hands on his hips, quickly realizing it was his own. he wrapped his arms across his stomach, the tingling feeling erupting from both his body and back of the head.
he feels strangely disappointed, a whine coming from the back of his throat. he digs his nails into his skin, trying to ground himself back to reality, grunting loudly and pushing his hips into the pillow, grinding harshly.
he lets his nails rack down his thighs, a trail of red lines following along. sae whimpers at the pain he's putting himself through. his slick matted the path he rutted against. every brush of the soft pillow sent his body in a frenzie, lower stomach tugging at imaginary strings and he's whimpering loudly.
"(name)... plea— fuck..."
his shoulders tense on instinct, sae buries his head in the matress, using the last bit of strength he had in him to squeeze the pillow tightly, legs twitching as cum spurts out, coating the pillow and his stomach.
he weakly thrusts a few times before letting out a single groan, muttering about how he wishes you were there now.
...
# shoei baro :
baro has a secret porn account. i know so. he tests out lots of things. hiding his face from public, but loving the attraction he gets from just his body and voice. cute little noises from muscular men are something everyone should love. who wouldn't love him.
"...ngh... c-cu—" he chokes back on his whimpers, watching his hand slid up and down his dick. the warmth flows all over his body, his lips part letting out a high-pitched moan. his hips stutter into his own palm, gulping loudly as a ding! rings. it comes from the phone. there's multiple donations, usually coming in when he's lacking, but thankfully, they help him out.
he doesn't speak much nor give any 'thanks', mainly because he wouldn't want someone he knows finding out and using it as blackmail. but he obeys the orders, seeming more affected by them. he lets the lube fall on his cock, falling forward at the cold feeling. his arms shake slightly as he pushes himself to go at a faster pace.
comments like 'good boy' 'greedy whore' 'faster' roll in none stop, and baro can't help but whine at them. his cock twitching and stomach flexing inwards.
he cums easily. bringing his hand up to his mouth to muffle his noises, tensing. his hips stuttering. he looks over to the screen.
'come on~ lets hear those pretty noises' his eyes caught the text, but its not those specific words, its the username. that name... it's you.. !!
baro could feel excitement sweep through his blood, and he fights through the pain of overstimulation and pumps himself in a quick pace. he dressed up in these pretty clothes just for you, he wasn't even sure if you would watch his live stream. he doesn't know who you are but you always made him feel like a king without bringing him down. he loved it.
treating him to anything he wanted. sending him so much money, and calling him a pretty boy. baro can't help but want to make you proud.
: ̗̀➛ favs featured: denji, diluc, rin, and itadori
o(*≧▽≦)ツ darling’s note: i just wanted to hug all of them writing this. they deserve so much more, ugh... to comfort the misunderstood/undeserving character. hopefully the grammar is ok, i am also half asleep BUT i really wanted to post tonight <3
now playing: anniversary of an uninteresting event - deftones
denji from chainsaw man:
dean's note: this gif... so much pain
after being almost murdered a couple times, denji wanted to give up on finding someone. maybe it was for the best, sighing, walking by couples on the busy streets. slouching while strolling down the streets. with his luck, he just had to run into someone. bumping their hot drink all over him, denji was about to curse this stranger out. although the pain was minimal considering what he's experienced before.
"oh jesus, i’m so sorry!" denji looks up to see you, oh dear… maybe giving up wasn’t an option anymore. the way the sun hit your skin, your look of pure concern and care that he’s only ever seen little to none in his life. you reached out to him with napkins. "i should’ve seen you shit" second point was that you were taking responsibility. most people blamed him in some shape or form. it was his fault all the time.
"don’t worry about it, i should’ve watched where i was going." denji sighs. you lightly started to pat his chest with the napkin. getting as much as you could out of his shirt.
that’s how it started. a friendship that blossomed into romance. he had confessed first, denji was always so upfront with you. another thing you love about him. aki even likes you. believing you were a positive influence on the man.
"denji, you’re early" you open the door. someone ripped and stained denji's usual uniform. "it’s not my blood. don’t worry," he said, chuckling lightly to hide his exhaustion. "are you okay?" you ask him, denji just walks towards you, letting his body fall into your grasp. "just tired," rubbing his back, the comfort bringing warmth to denji’s heart.
"come on, i’ll get you a fresh change of clothes," you say as you kiss his forehead. he nods, walking to the shower. coming out of it, he sees you. standing there, laying down in the clean, warm blankets. signaling him to come to you on the couch.
"you wanna talk about it?" you ask, brushing his knotted up hair. he relaxes in your touch. "devils shit, seeing people die, i don’t know if i want to think anymore," denji confessed, makima always left a sour taste on your tongue. the moment you saw her, you told yourself that she was not good news.
"just tired of thinking about what i want, who i want to be, and what’s next," he deflates in your arms. "i’m sorry, bub," you say, kissing his forehead. "i love you, and if you ever need anything, i’ll be happy to help."
love?
"you love me?" denji turns his body. you widen your eyes. "i said the l word, didn’t i?" you didn’t hear anything till you saw him covering his eyes. sobbing into his forearm. "denji? i’m so sorry i-"
"you mean it?" denji’s red eyes looked into yours. smiling, embracing his cheeks. "i put it on my life," you say softly as you kiss his lips. his tears rolling down his face. "i love you too. i love you so fucking much," he was happy… for the first time, he felt this was real. something in his life was real and his own.
diluc from genshin impact:
dean's note : i am seriously running out of diluc gifs
diluc and you weren’t exactly close. you two worked well together, and that was the only reason you two got assigned mission after mission together. his rough hands grip the sword while you cover his back. you two shared rooms at motels; the silence between the two. you turned your body, letting yourself fall into a deep slumber.
"please…don’t!" you open your eyes, getting up, thinking someone was intruding the two of you. the room was clear, nothing was touched. another yell came from the left side of the room. noticing it was diluc causing the noise.
"don’t! i promise i’ll be stronger!" he half yells and half mumbles it. lashing around his bed. you get up, pressing your weight on his arms. holding him still. you say his name, it wasn’t working. whimpers of fear fill your ears. guilt builds up in your stomach, feeling hopeless about stopping this nightmare from happening. "diluc!" you yell his name. he opens his eyes, overpowering you. almost throwing you across the room.
"what? what happened?" he looks around, his eyes stung and wet liquid fell down his cheeks. was he crying? "did someone attack us?" diluc stood up, looking for his claymore.
"no. we are fine; you just had a nightmare, you started crying" you hunched over, holding your stomach. "oh. i didn’t mean to throw you across the room. " diluc walks up to you, lifting your shirt. a new bruise was forming on your stomach. "don’t worry about it. how are you?" you ask him, sitting back on your bed.
"just fine. i don’t know what came over me," diluc’s adrenaline died. letting his thoughts slow down and realize what had just happened. the nightmare was still vivid in his mind. diluc sees you doing something with a candle. "why are you lighting a candle?" diluc sits up, glaring at your shadowed figure. "nightlight, just thought it would be comforting," you turn to lie on your back. "there’s no need. i am not an infant," diluc turns his body toward you.
"well then. it’s for me," you lied, letting diluc grumble a little before accepting the new foreign light in the room. closing your eyes, you heard diluc shuffle.. and then move his sheets. "you’re going to keep me up if you keep moving like that," you snicker, diluc stopping.
"my apologies, i just can’t rest easy," he whispers. you shift over in your bed. "you want to sleep in mine?" you ask. afraid of either getting hit by his pyro or getting the silent treatment.
"i shouldn’t. it’s fine" you get up. he shouldn’t? he wanted to? you pat the empty side of your bed. "come on, don’t worry, i won’t bite," diluc hesitates but gets up. grabbing his pillow and blanket.
"thank you, i apologize again," diluc undoes his hair tie, his fiery red hair invading your side of the pillow. he takes a deep breath, thankful for the small nightlight in the corner of his vision.
"don’t worry about it. it’s what partners are for."
rin from bluelock:
dean's note: quickly learned all my friends hate rin 💀😒 they just don't GET HIM LIKE I DO!
"fucking leave then! huh is that what you want to hear?!" rin tells you. fighting over small things. who did the dishes, who didn’t take out the trash, and things not worth this much energy. you stood in front of him. rin was always a hard person to love. he told you every night that you were free to go. leave him, like everyone else in his life.
every yelling match was one-sided. you were so fucking patient with him. standing in front of him while he hashed it out on you. the instant regret washed over his face when he was done. "are you ready to talk?" you ask, holding his hand. rin nods, pressing his head into your chest.
"i’m a dickhead," rin says, turning his back to you, the soft blankets wrapped around him. the glass of water you filled every night for him. the cold aura around him, you press a kiss on his neck. he stiffens but quickly relaxes into your touch. "what do you see in me?" rin whispers, hoping that you didn’t hear it. your hand softly holds his. hands of his wrapped perfectly in yours.
"what do i see that you can’t?" you press another kiss on his back. rin shakes his head, gripping the blanket. "i’m just a tool, a fucking idiot," he says, starting to genuinely shake, twisting himself into a state of panic. you wrap your arms around him. pressing his back to your chest.
"you feel that?" you ask, the faint heartbeat of yours. rin nods. "this heart is yours and only yours," rin says, falling to sobbing in your arms, the shock written on your face. hearing the man’s voice crack, you pat his head. soft sobs into the blanket continue to fill the room.
it scared rin to allow someone to be close to him, even to love him. when you love someone, you show them your flaws, your perfections, and your most vulnerable moments. having one person know that about him terrified him. what would you do when you found out more about him?
how could someone love him?
"i love you rin," you breathe in the crook of his neck, rin cries, nodding his head. finally he agreed to your love, wanting himself to let go and allowing you to take care of him.
"i'm scared," rin whispers. how much could love control him? would he fall in love with you so deeply that you would be over soccer? what is rin if not a soccer player?
rin feels your legs start to tangle in his. your soft voice in his ear. maybe you were worth so much more. rin sighed in your arms. rin felt for the first time he deserved something good in his life. something that wasn’t revenge.
“i’ll be there every step of the way rin” you press a kiss on his forehead.
"thank you," his gratitude shined for the first time. kissing your lips first, while you wipe his tears away.
itadori from jujustu kaisen:
dean's note: SPOILERS for shibuya incident
"what have i done?" itadori is hunched over. vomiting what felt like his guts. he looks up to see you kneeling down. caressing his back, "yuji?" you looked at him with so much care. how could you look at him with so much love? he was a monster that caused so much misfortune to anyone near him.
"you’re alive?" itadori’s lips quiver. you nod and smile. "yeah, i managed to escape the blast," rubbing his back. itadori sighs. you grabbed him, helping him up. "come on, looking at that won’t make you feel better," you whisper. turning around from the enormous crater in the city.
"how do you keep loving me? i’m just a murderer," itadori looks down, he slouches his back like a wet dog in the rain. "i love you because you’re you. i’ll share your sins with you, yuji. i’ll be your partner in all this shit," you grip his shoulder. your eyes didn’t lie, full of love you still had when you first started dating the man.
"i’ll be as guilty as you are. i’ll carry your sins alongside me" you say, gripping his hand. itadori looks up at you. gripping your shirt, pressing his head into your chest. "you shouldn’t have to do that, you deserve-"
"i deserve you." you raise his head. squishing his cheeks, the scars on his face, the marks of sukuna that remind you that it would only get harder from this point. that life wouldn’t be simple anymore, like you two hoped. "i love you, yuji," you say, tearing up. seeing your loved one in so much pain, both physically and mentally, only made you want to run away with him. to hide him from the cruelty of the world. the need to protect him.
"i love you too," itadori sobs into your chest. you held him closer, allowing him to feel vulnerable around you. "let it out, baby.. i’m here, don’t worry. you won’t lose me," you whisper, itadori’s loud cries fill your ears. a mix of despair and love for you.
"i’m so sorry. please don’t leave me," itadori yells, his body shaking in your grasp. "i didn’t mean to be a burden, i’m sorry." he can barely talk, just pleading and begging for forgiveness from you and everyone around him.
"shh. breathe yuji. one in one out.. one in one out" you never imagined you would be standing in an empty alleyway with him. having him fall apart in your arms, the busy streets suddenly died to complete silence. it was eerie, but with Itadori, you felt safe. you felt at home.
warnings: angst, one swear word, slight manga spoilers
“i think we should go on a break.”
“where to?” rin didn’t even turn his head. his gaze was focused on the football match in front of him - some high school team from another prefecture at nationals.
“no,” you walked over and stood next to his desk. there was a framed picture of the two of you on there together. it had been taken years ago, before you started calling each other boyfriends. you had your arms around each other, smiling as wide as you could as kids. rin had a plaster on his nose from when he got hit in the face with a football.
the frame’s glass was dirty, covered in dust. it was pushed behind trophies of his football wins. there were some other pictures of the two of you, covered as well by his trophies. you spotted an unopened present you got him a few weeks ago.
“we should put our relationship on a break.” you waited for him to look at you, to actually look at you.
prompt: random things you do that really gets them going | part 1
: ̗̀➛ favs featured : choso, ghost, and sanji | gn! reader sub! character
o(*≧▽≦)ツ darling’s note: choso's first appearance in my graveyard! so exciting! ... ahh these 3 got a chokehold on me (/▽＼) enjoy! have a wonderful weekend!
now playing: i'll kill you - summer walker ft. jhené aiko
choso from jujustu kaisen:
learning how to live as a human rather than a curse was easier said than done. but choso had you, meeting you after all the craziness of the world. you loved him, showed him how to be a boyfriend, and always reminded him how good of a big brother he is.
when you two moved in, you could feel the gratitude from choso as you offered itadori a place to stay. his warm embrace was the most comforting thing in your life. you never wanted to fail the man that brought such comfort.
“hey love,” you say, kissing his lips and picking up some of his trash he left on the table. “oh baby, you don’t have to-“ choso attempts to grab it out of your hand. you told him it wasn’t anything, leaning over him to grab the leftover mail on the window still.
choso looks up, seeing your loose shirt, providing him a full view of your chest and stomach. it’s nothing, just your chest.. it’s nothing… he’s seen you naked, but this is so different; your natural beauty made his lower stomach hot. gripping your waist, you look down, choso looking away.
tilting your head. he still hasn’t said anything. placing your hands on his shoulder. “stop it,” choso mumbles, and you chuckle, clearly confused. “what’s wrong?” you ask, leaning over to grab another envelope you forgot. choso’s face goes right into the collar of your loose shirt.
“you’re too.. too hot,” choso mumbles out, and you lean back. seeing the red flush on his pale skin. “i could say the same to you,” he’s surprised that he had that effect on you too. “what have i done that made you feel like this?” he asks, looking up at you like a puppy. sitting on his lap you run your hand through his hair
“remember when you drape your red robe over your body?” choso nods. “and that robe fits so nicely around your waist,” you look down, your hand sliding around his. “i have to prevent myself from jumping on you every time,” you whisper in his ear. choso biting his lip, his hands pulling you closer.
ghost from call of duty:
simon’s now starting to think he’s a bit of a pervert. being in his first relationship, he found himself getting aroused by the oddest things. most of it was normal, like when you wear his clothes or when you're fresh out of the shower. that’s supposedly normal, but now the most odd things were making him feral for you.
simon walks into the kitchen, where you have already made breakfast, and you pass him the plate. you just watched him eat, your dish already was empty. "what are you staring at me for?" simon smiles. you get up and kiss his forehead. taking in every detail on his face. "our vacation is over, and you’ll be wearing your mask again. not that i hate it. i just want to take in your face." you caress his cheek; simon leans into your hand.
"you're cute," simon rolls his eyes, hearing such a compliment. against his will he felt his body melt. simon holds your wrist. "handsome?" you smiled. he takes a deep breath, looking away from your stare. "come on, you don’t like that one either?' the issue was that simon liked it a bit too much, fidgeting in his chair. you acted oblivious, continuing to praise the rugged man.
"pretty..boy" simon grips your wrist; you've got him. that was the one to break him. "i hate what you do to me," simon whispers. you pretended not to hear his soft whisper, and you continued to ask, "what’s wrong? you’re burning up?" you look concerned, but simon could see the mask you’re putting on. you place your finger under his chin. simon avoids your eager eyes.
"plus, you’re fidgeting in your seat, are you sick?" he didn’t think you could see his shifting hips. you had the eyes of a sniper, that was just a reminder of it. any slight movements you saw it, especially the pressing of his strong thighs rubbing together.
"i’m fine," simon mumbles, and you pull your finger from his chin and walk away from the flustered man. if he wants something, he’ll have to tell you. seeing his eyes widen with surprise as you walked away gave you a sense of satisfaction on its own.
sanji from one piece:
being close to sanji has its benefits. an example being that you’re privileged enough to be his taste tester. you sat at the island counter, staring at the pretty blond cook. you lit his cigarettes when he needed them, and you also gave your humble opinion on his food.
"here try this." sanji walks around with a bowl full of frosting. he had forgotten a spoon. scooping some on his finger. you placed his finger in your mouth. your tongue swirling around it, wanting to savor the flavor of the frosting.
"hey-hey.." sanji stutters. he glanced at the kitchen door. not wanting anyone to walk in on this intimate moment. "it’s good, just a pinch more of salt," you smile. popping his finger out of your mouth. sanji stood there for a few seconds, barely processing what had just happened.
later on in the day, they sent you to watch the tides. on the crow’s nest, you mumbled some complaints. "watching the tides? seriously, what’s going to happen? a monster comes up?" you see the dark sea, with nothing but the moonlight as the light source. the silence became uneasy, and you squinted your eyes to see a small wave form.
"what are you doing?" sanji sneaks up behind you, backhanding him with a straight punch to his cheek. sanji was on the floor, blood running down his face. "holy shit, sanji! i’m so sorry!" he blinks a couple times, tasting his own blood. you kneel down and see how unusually quiet sanji was. "sanji? did i hit you too hard?" he shakes his head, touching his nose, the blood running down his finger. "i-i'll go to chopper, don’t worry," sanji says, running away and dropping down from the nest.
guilt ate at you. you wanted to make sure he was okay. when you checked up on him from the nest, you saw him running quickly towards his room. you guessed that sanji would get it checked out tomorrow morning.
sanji locks the door to his bedroom, throwing off his shirt. huffing and catching his breath. he was so mesmerized by your gaze that he forgot to breath. he would never let you know that your pure strength had made him so unbelievably horny. making the man fold his pillow, thrusting his leaky hard cock into it till he reached his pathetic climax. moaning your name into his blood-stained shirt.
—sub!dainsleif/dom!amab!reader, priest!reader | reader is called ‘father’, throatfucking, cockstepping, first half is plot and then the other is filth.
—and after posting about writing for dain since january, i actually finally finished one for him!
This isn’t the first time that such a thing had happened to the Bough Keeper.
Such a thing was, accidentally teleporting himself to a place he didn’t mean to, partly due to exhaustion and sleepless nights.
It was often like these that the immortality cast upon him mocked him more than anything.
Droplets of water started to fall onto his hair, then eventually onto his body. He stares into the dark sky, the coldness of the rain bringing more comfort than it does harm.
Dainsleif sighs, and instead of teleporting away to his right destination, he starts to walk and explore this newfound place.
There isn’t much to say about where he’s landed himself, and frankly, he’s thankful for that. Silence is a gift for him nowadays and even when he’s isolated, it’s rare that he isn’t plagued by awful memories that keep him from just closing his eyes for longer than a few minutes.
His slow steps are halted though, when he sees that he has brought himself in front of a very peculiar building. The rain continues to soak his body as the man stares at the white architecture and the statue that is displayed in front.
He chuckles. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy. His luck had never been the one to land on his side, he didn’t know why he expected otherwise.
It’s quite big for a chapel, especially since he doesn’t recognize the figure in front. Still, it’s one of a god’s, nonetheless. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised considering the lengths that devotees had gone to.
His curiosity gets the best of him when he goes nearer the said building, wanting to examine the sculpture. However, before he could even get a closer look, the wooden entrance opens.
The Khaenri'ahn’s first instinct is to transport himself away but finds that to be useless as he meets the eyes of another. What he didn’t expect next, is genuine worry.
“My goodness! Are you alright?”
He almost gets confused as to why one would react in such horror. He doesn’t have any blood on him, does he?
Dainsleif looks down, not wanting to traumatize a random stranger…and discovers that there’s nothing wrong with him?
He lifts his head back up, only to find you nowhere near the doors of the chapel. He wonders where you are for a quick second until he feels something warm covering his body.
“I hope my robe will make do…Come on, get inside. You must be cold.” His reluctance is evident in his face but before he can even say anything, he’s pushed inside the chapel, much to his distaste.
Him stepping inside such a place was too much for him already that he forgot the fact that he’s wearing a robe, one that he assumed was no ordinary one.
Dainleif wants to take it off and so he tries to, at least.
“Keep it. I apologize I don’t have any spare clothes at the moment.”
He really does not want to wear a priest’s robe.
“Did you come here for the mass? I’m afraid it ended an hour ago…Ah, but you can still stay until the rain stops.” You offer generously.
“No. I just happened to be passing by.” He explains.
He watches as your mouth gapes, looking for the words to say after you’ve just brought him in here out of his will.
“That makes sense…I was wondering why I haven’t seen you before. Not that it matters, you can still stay. The Chapel of our God is glad to help any troubled souls.”
He takes offense at that.
“Troubled, you say? That’s quite a big assumption of a man you’ve just met.” His tone is as monotone as ever, yet that doesn’t hide the disdainful look that lingers in his bright eyes.
You muse.
“Ah yes, a non-troubled person that enjoys looking gloomy and letting the rain pour all over them.”
Dainsleif bites his tongue at that.
“I’ll show you around.”
While it does interest him that this chapel worships a god that isn’t of the seven, that doesn’t mean that he wants to learn more about a dead god who was defeated in the archon war just like the others. Although he presumes that the way you tell of their tales makes it somewhat bearable.
Even if it’s not what he expected.
It’s not as overwhelming as he had thought, but perhaps that was due to the lack of nuns he usually sees when it comes to churches.
“Is there something wrong?” You ask fondly, stopping your rambling about your said god just to listen to him.
“Does this place have many attendees?”
“Not quite…but it’s a lot if you consider they’re followers of a God who isn’t one of the seven.”
Frankly, Dainsleif doesn’t get it. It’s not as if all these masses you lead would ever lead to something else. It’s just wasted hard work, if he’s to be brutally honest.
He can tell that there’s a lot of admiration and work you have put into this, but for what reason? What reason is there to keep spreading the word of someone you haven’t even personally met?
Would your faith waiver if knowledge of your god performing deemed evil acts is brought upon you?
“Should we continue the tour?” You ask.
He politely shakes his head, thoughts still lingering in his head.
“We must adhere to these values that our God has specified in their writings…that our way of living as a mortal is something that should be celebrated and not frowned upon…”
The non-believer sits at the last row of the chapel, somewhat half-heartedly listening to your words as you read passages from a book in your hands.
He only watches, observing the entire view in front of him. How people reply in unison whenever you say a certain phrase, an exchange that he finds to be quite strange.
The mass isn’t that long, yet you still manage to lead that hour with grace, making sure that every part of it goes well without any fault.
How you stand to the side, leaning on the podium with a smile as everyone sings along with the choir.
Dainsleif’s eyes meet yours and he sees you mouth a greeting to him.
…He supposed that he can stay for a minute when everyone has gone.
He sees you grin as you start walking towards him, your robe neat and tidy as ever.
Surprisingly, he speaks first.
“I’m surprised you still have a recollection of me.”
“It’s only been a few months.” You reply, your voice soft and soothing, unlike the way you spoke as you preached earlier.
Most people would choose to forget. “You’re different in person than you are earlier.”
“Perhaps.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence in the chapel, the mosaic windows dim the bright sunlight from the outside but that only results in the colored glass reflecting stunningly on your face.
He takes the initiative and speaks again.
“Is it because I’m not a follower?”
Your breathing catches on his ear. “Maybe.”
He wonders if you know of his lineage and if that’s the reason why you had kept an eye out for him, suspicions rousing through your brain.
“Father.” The change of tone to formality shocks you a little that you were forced to question why he’s suddenly calling you that.
Your awkward chuckle echoes through the building. “What are you calling me that for?”
“Just seeing if your attitude would change. If you’re truly as honest as you present yourself to be.”
You click your tongue. “Is there a reason you came here?”
There it is. A snarky tone. He knew he was right to come back here.
Why was he sent here before? Was someone playing tricks on him? The Abyss? The gods? He knows there has to be a reason for him being teleported here that day.
“May I ask how someone becomes a member of your church, Father?”
He hears you sigh deeply. Why?
Aren’t more members what you want and need?
“If that’s how you want to do this then…I’ll amuse you. Follow me, troubled one.”
Dainsleif’s fists close at the nickname.
He’s brought to a room that you once showed him the previous time that he was here. You never explained what exactly this room was for as he left just before you got to.
There’s a small fountain, clear and blue flowing through it.
“This is a small tradition we have. It’s based on one of the writings that…you haven’t read, but that’s alright. It’s not that difficult to follow.” You start to explain.
“It’s a symbol of starting anew, to wash yourself of the regrets you have.”
“And if I do not have any?” He questions.
“You do. Everyone does, even Gods.”
“You think gods regret the things they’ve done.” His patience is thinning inch by inch. He almost laughs at the ridiculousness of that sentence.
“That I do. According to one of the passages that—”
“How exactly do I know whether what you’re saying is genuine or just out of a damn book?” He interrupts.
You stare at him with a disapproving look. “You’re deflecting.”
“Excuse me?”
“What is it that troubles you?”
Nothing. He’s fine. He’s done with everything, there’s no use in pondering over what could’ve and should’ve been.
“Don’t act as if you’re superior to me.” He says, visibly upset.
“So much for becoming a believer.”
That’s when the grin is swayed off your face in just a few seconds as Dainsleif pins you to the wall, your head slightly tilted up as he grips tightly on your collar.
“Who sent you?” His enchanting eyes cross yours, not even a shade of fear in them.
“What exactly have you gone through that you think everything is out to get you?”
He stills at that. You’re not trying to push him off.
Instead, you’re conversing with him like he’s a lost lamb who’s unsure of where to go. An amenable priest who listens and asks.
He lets go. Your robe is now crinkled, and the mark of his fist is clearly evident.
You sit on the bench near the fountain, patting the empty space right next to it. Dainsleif refuses the offer, choosing to continue standing while he searches for the next words he’d like to say.
You smile.
“You don’t have to apologize or continue this. It doesn’t mean anything anyways if you don’t take it to heart.”
It’s such a strange sentence to hear from someone like you. You’re not..forcing him nor are you trying to sell him your ways by threatening him of what he may face if he doesn’t.
The Khaenri'ahn sighs, the words of apology already at the tip of his tongue.
“I’d prefer it if we were to continue.”
“You would?”
“I can still change my mind.” He jests, seeing you beam from ear to ear.
Dainsleif slowly walks towards the fountain, sitting beside you and laying his head down on your shoulder. The gesture is surprising to the priest but it isn’t turned away.
“I hope you’re quite ready, Father. This might take a while.” He says with his eyes closed.
“Confess your regrets, my troubled one.”
Eventually, it becomes a habit of his to visit you whenever he’s plagued with thoughts that make him anxious and question his choices.
And each time, you’re there to give advice. To lend a shoulder, and sometimes a little more than that.
He will never worship a god, but he’ll sure as hell worship you.
Dainsleif always waits patiently in the last row, watching you and listening to how your voice sounded rather than the message you’re conveying.
It’s soothing, in a way.
He doesn’t say a thing and only waits as you walk down the aisle with a smile.
It’s a silent exchange.
You place your hand on his shoulder and Dainsleif rubs the side of his chin on your hand, his eyes shut.
“Dainsleif.”
“Yes, Father?” He teases, a smirk forming on his face before opening his eyes.
Your fingers lift his head slightly before bending down to reach his soft lips. He doesn’t pull away, he presses them further as if it’s his salvation.
It’s somewhat sick that he’s found comfort in someone like you. He contemplates whether he’s walking the path of failure that the gods have planned, if this whole thing will eventually turn over just to punish him even more.
In the end, it’ll all be his fault. He’s the one who revealed secrets that you’ve never asked for.
“You’re making that face again, Dain.” You speak.
“What face?”
“The kind you make when you’re overthinking things. The one I want to get rid of.”
Dainsleif reaches for your hand, asking even if he knows the answer. “Pray tell, how exactly?”
“It makes me wonder if it’s a turn on of yours to get fucked in a place of worship.”
“Like how it’s a turn on for you when I’m on my knees and calling you Father?”
You laugh, caressing his hair as you look down on him.
“You don’t even worship the God of this place.” He looks so sweet like that, his head between your legs. Such beauty ready to kneel for you and do whatever if you ask him kindly.
“What’s the need when I already worship you?” Dainsleif says and takes you in.
Dainsleif never imagined he’d gladly be spending his time inside of a chapel, right in front of empty seats where anyone can walk in through those wooden doors, acting as if the altar is your hips.
And yet he’s letting you use his mouth eagerly, so used to how you taste that sometimes he himself craves for it when you two are separated.
“That’s right, love. Just think of me.”
He groans as you push further into his throat, his eyes wandering to you despite his breathing getting obstructed.
He loves the things you do. Whether it be hearing you talk so dearly to him, tugging his hair with the right amount of pull, or the way you fill his mouth nicely like this.
It’s yours.
The sound that escapes his throat when your foot presses directly on his crotch is loud and lewd, echoing through the empty chapel.
His cheeks lightly flush, grumbling something incoherent.
“Speak clearly, my lamb.”
He rolls his eyes at the mischievousness of your voice. You know he can’t, and yet you’re still asking him to do so.
He follows still, of course.
“M-Mo—ah!”
Dainsleif chokes as he tries to speak.
“Too much for you?”
He shakes his head and tries again.
“Mow—Moah-”
It’s not working. He’s stuffed full to even say it.
“Come on,” Your foot steps on his cock again. “There’s another way to plead. I’m sure a smart devotee of mine can figure that out.”
His chest heaves, trying to calm his breathing from the pressure and whining as it stops.
That’s when Dainsleif moves of his own accord, taking you even deeper than you already were. You can feel the vibrations from when he slowly pants, breathing through his nose more so he won’t pass out.
He bats his eyelashes at you, with a face full of sin.
Tears are starting to form in his eyes.
Please.
Dainsleif gags on your cock again, moaning impurely when your foot begins to knead more aggressively on his pants.
Your shoe adds even more stimulation and his cock aches wanting, no, begging for a release.
“Such a sinful body, no wonder the gods haven’t been blessing you.”
Fuck.
He continues to whimper, sucking your cock needily and knowing you’ll stop if he doesn’t do well.
“You get on your knees to be a slut, I wonder if they’ve bruised already.”
They do. They always do when you fuck his throat like this.
His mind is hazy and he’s close, he’s so—
“Hmgh!—”
“Not yet. Be patient.”
His body wants to buck down when you remove the pressure just seconds before he cums, but your hold on his head keeps him from doing that and he’s left to whine painfully.
The tears in his eyes finally fall and he stares up at you to be merciful, to let him have this one since it’s been a month of waiting to finally have you get him off like this.
“You want it?”
He nods and whines, begging for you to hear him out.
“Alright.”
When he gets permission, he sobs out on your cock, cumming inside in his own pants and soiling the floor. You feel how warm his breath is, his body is tired and trembling, but he keeps trying to make you finish as if it’s the only thing he’s made for. Even if he’s barely doing it well, too drunk with his tongue tired already.
The sight of that is enough to get you off.
Dainsleif tries to swallow but he doesn’t do it fully, cum dripping down his chin and coughing on the amount he can’t.
He finds it a waste that he isn’t able to. He stares, wondering if he should clean it up.
“Dain, it’s fine. You did amazing.”
His heart softens.
“Let me help you out, love.”
His head rests on your lap, your fingers playing with his hair. A tradition that you two somehow have ended up doing each time you finish.
He thinks it’s sweet and funny that you act so soft despite the things you say when having sex.
prompt: doing some … naughty things with my discord kittens (usage is ironically)
: ̗̀➛ favs featured : nanami, vash, ace, and qrow | gn! reader sub! character
o(*≧▽≦)ツ darling’s note: i just realize... qrow's had nothing to do with a mic, but he's still a gamer so it counts in my book. yes two stories back to back with ace and nanami, i didn't plan it... ace is just gamer material.. (☆▽☆)
now playing: private landing - don toliver, justin bieber, and future
nanami from jujustu kaisen:
nanami hates zooms, can’t most of this stuff be just a simple email. yet all it was, was a whole bunch of dickheads in suits showing off their fancy plaques in the background. better yet, he could tell most of them weren’t even paying attention. not like he was any better; he was also distracted by something of his own.
what was the distraction?
it was under his desk, between his strong thighs. you are forcing him to widen them. licking his tip and pressing your tongue under the glands on his tip. nanami looks down, the dark lust of your eyes, staring right into his. "when are you.. shit.. honey.. please," nanami bites the palm of his hand. gripping the desk, giving a few glances at the zoom. no one had noticed he wasn’t even taking notes of the conference.
"hm?" you pop yourself off his cock, giving him a small grin. "please.. keep going," nanami whispers, his cock twitching in your hand. pre-cum oozing down the tip, you felt yourself throb, going back for seconds on his cock. he leaned back, forcing more of his cock down your throat. "your mouth.. shit.. shit shit…" you grab his hands, tying them up with the belt of his pants that you undid. nanami’s mouth was freely open; no hand could cover the slight drool down the corner of his mouth.
he felt himself trying to break out of the looped belt, tugging against it, especially when you started fondling with his balls, swirling them around in your hand. nanami hisses quietly, rolling his hips into your mouth since his arms were occupied.
you caressed under his thigh, inching closer to his asshole. the cold lube against his hot body, he wanted to plead with you to stop but was fearful of how loud his voice would come out. nanami felt a finger going inside him, a spike of pleasure hit him, knocking the breath out of him. a loud gasp left him.
suddenly the speaker stopped. nanami looked at his computer; his mic was unmuted.
"nanami is there something wrong?"
how does one explain to their boss that their current partner is fingering his aching hole?
vash from stampede:
vash wasn’t sure what was in the air. was it the new season? finals coming up? or you? having a crush on your best friend is never fun, especially if you don’t know their true feelings. the brushing hands, the long staring contests, and the slight glare of lust you had when he had come out of swimming class.
college was tough and kicked his ass, yet every night playing video games with his friends never failed to relieve some of that stress. it was just him, nicholas, meryl, nai (who rarely joined, he had taken almost every difficult class possible, making gaming his last priority), and you.
it was just any other night, everyone was here. while playing an online first person shooter, agents were selected and everything was fine. that was until the next round, when you decided to stay behind on one of the defending sites, earning the enemy the chance to surround you.
"guys! they are all coming here!" vash hears you yell into the mic. urgency in his voice as he said he was on his way. your character stays crouched in the corner, holding line of fire, the steps of the enemy getting closer to you.
one of them turned around, announcing your character’s position. all of them surrounding you, before a gun was fired. vash had stood behind them, his character shooting all of them. you widen your eyes, seeing the victory announcement across his screen.
"holy shit! i could fuck you right now!" you cheered into the mic, meryl groaning in disgust. she had gotten used to it, gamers had their own ways of expressing their excitement. "please do," vash whispers, assuming his mic has been muted. the call went silent.
nicholas breaks the silence, "let’s go for another?" suggesting a topic change, while vash groans into the palms of his hands (muted this time). a ding could be heard, vash raising his head.
"you mean that?" vash gulped, telling the group that he would have to get off early.
vash heard a knock on his door and got up. brushing the dust off, opening the door, he sees you in your sleepwear, out of breath. "should we confess first or do it after i fuck you dumb?" you were a bit feral. vash blinking a few times.
"both?" vash rubs the back of his neck, laughing quietly.
you made him get off another way that night.
ace from one piece:
challenge: dean stop using gifs from this scene... failed
ace snacked on some popcorn, the loud chewing in the mic. you sigh, ace starts chuckling. "you’re lucky i’m on vacation right now, or else you would be in a chokehold." pretty please.. ace’s massive crush on you was a little shameless, constantly flaunted himself to you.
"hey! hurry up, we are leaving!" ace heard something in the background; it seemed like one of your friends was calling you. you acknowledged them, pausing the movie. "and where are you going?" ace puts down his popcorn, sitting up. "some nice place, i’ll send a photo. but i have to go now, i’ll see you later." ace hums, waiting for the photo. you left the call, ace is still in it. assuming you wouldn’t take too long, it was the weekend and he didn’t have anything to do.
the sound notification appeared, ace clicking on it to see a fully naked photo of you. he widens his eyes. god he should stop looking at it. he should delete it and wait for you to come back to fix the mistake. yet he finds himself, huffing into the mic. what seemed like primal lust overcoming his sensible mind.
lowering his pants, he checks the photo once more. closing it out, feeling a sense of nasty guilt. remembering how your body looked—the lewd pose—you did this on purpose. how could you not? fuck, he was throbbing in his pants. ace holding his shirt up with his teeth, his pants reaching his ankles.
the first stroke was just the start, it was almost like a disaster, once it started it was nonstop, rapidly getting faster. "…fuck, come on please" ace groans into the mic, it wasn’t enough. he needed something…something to just get him over the edge. opening the photo again, ace had to tighten his grip around his cock, for fear of cumming so early.
"why…why," ace pleads, shaking his head. bucking his hips into his fist. his hand getting soaked in precum. slouching over his desk, looking down at his pathetic hard cock. he was so close, so fucking close. all he needed was your voice, or even better, your touch. ace hated and loved controlling his orgasm as if he were already yours.
"ace.." he heard your voice saying his name, and the rest turned into a mush of words. ace cums into a napkin, moaning your name. feeling panic, but quickly it died, realizing he had probably muted his mic before starting this session.
"did you just moan my name?" you ask in the voice chat. ace sobered up from his orgasm quickly, seeing his mic was indeed unmuted the entire time. going back to the chat, the photo is gone. "i’m sorry i had sent that photo, but i see you didn’t mind it" you chuckled, glad that ace had the same desire for you as you had for him.
qrow from rwby:
DEAR GOD THIS UILF ???????
you stood in front of qrow, who was leaning back on the couch. snacking on whatever he could find in the kitchen. "yes dear?" he asks. moving his head to try to see the tv behind you. "remember when you said you were better at games than me?" you grinned, and he nodded. pausing the tv. placing the remote on the armrest. leaning back, his legs spread open. it was inviting but you had another plan in mind.
"i have a challenge for you," you grin. qrow nods.
"you are seriously a pervert," qrow mumbles, sitting on the couch. his pants and boxers on the other side of the living room, he sighs, feeling the vibrator shift in his asshole. "you accepted it! you’re just as much of a pervert as me," you grin, kissing his lips. you saw how quickly he agreed with the idea.
"the rules are simple, just don’t die." you lean your head on your hands, sitting next to qrow. he presses start, a little nervous seeing his character spawn in. what he didn’t know was that the save file was on the hardest difficulty, which he quickly noticed after seeing his character die on the first boss. feeling slight vibrations in his ass, he widens his eyes. "what the-" another death happened when he was too focused on giving you a stink eye. another level, qrow grips the controller. almost crushing it under his palm.
"come on, pay attention," you signal at the screen, and another wave appears in front of qrow’s character. he bites his lip, shifting in his seat. earning the vibrator to go deeper into his ass, almost touching his prostate. "shit, you fucking—no, turn it off now" another loud yell came not from qrow but from his character. another death, another level. no safe word was said, allowing yourself to smile innocently at the man.
qrow had to survive until the last setting. how hard was that? it was a bulletproof plan!
then that last setting came. qrow was shaking, after his third time cumming and some blanks, he was just barely at the second stage, bucking his hips into the air as he came again for the fourth time. gripping the controller in his hand and resting his head on the couch, trying to catch his breath.
he saw your evil grin on your face, knowing the only thing that would stop it was him admitting defeat.
cw: sub alhaitham, dom reader, gn reader, mild dacryphilia, enemies with sexual tension gone right, foot jobs, hand jobs, choking, begging, light sadism, coming in pants, dumbification
wc: 1.6k
Summary: Sometimes, even the scribe of the Akademiya needs a reminder of where he belongs.
You hate Alhaitham.
You hate the way he carries himself with that arrogant air surrounding him, and each time he opens his mouth, you want to punch a hole into his skull. It’s such a pity for a man as handsome as he is, but you’ve grown used to it.
Due to your field of work, and how well the two of you work professionally, you are constantly assigned to partner up with him. The both of you are very dedicated to the task at hand and usually, whatever annoying remark he throws at you, you can handle. Unfortunately, you’re not always in a good mood, and Alhaitham, being around you so often, always seems to know it. To him, that’s the best time to push your buttons.
Today was one of those days. You and Alhaitham were assigned to work through and sort out different documents and archives, and prepare materials for a meeting between the sages of the Akademiya. “Where should I place the documents about the Knowledge Capsules?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.
“One as skilled as yourself should know something so simple,” he replied with a slight scoff. Oh, here we go again.
“My foolishness doesn’t comprehend the talent of a scribe such as yourself, hence my question being directed to you. O mighty scribe, would you fucking answer it already?” you say, standing up to wave the documents in his face. Despite knowing you were playing into his cards, entertaining him with your reactions, you couldn’t help but express your annoyance. You’ve had a long day, and playing games was not something you were in the mood to do.
Grabbing your wrist, he looks up at you with a slight smirk. “Come now, there’s no need to be so emotional. The point of a discussion is to arrive at a conclusion, is it not?”
“Then quit your attempts at patronizing me all the time. I’m not in the mood to play games,” you reply, snatching your wrist off of his hold.
“Is that so. Well, let’s get back to work then, shall we? Considering you’re the one who interrupted me, after all.” He looked back down at his papers, seemingly satisfied with his reply. You swore he looked like he was about to burst with laughter from your anger. He was mocking you.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Mhm,” he replied absent-mindedly, going back to sorting out his own documents laid on the table.
You’ve had enough of him. Reaching out with the hand that wasn’t holding your papers, you grabbed Alhaitham’s jaw roughly, making him look up at you. Gods, he was so pretty it only served to irritate you further. There was a hint of surprise that disappeared as soon as it appeared.
“Look at me when I fucking speak to you. It’s proper etiquette, isn’t it?” To your annoyance, he started grinning. He clearly thinks he’s won.
“I’ll kill you,” you spoke again.
“Go ahead.”
There was a moment of silence between you, your eyes locking with his. Even now, with him looking up at you from his chair, his cheeks being squished together roughly, he was trying to win, to assert dominance.
Fuck it.
Fuck him.
You lean down and smash your lips to his, and he lets out a yelp that was almost inaudible, having once again been caught by surprise. He gave in quicker than you thought though, shutting his eyes and kissing you back with a sloppy hunger you weren’t expecting from him.
Alhaitham was an intelligent man. Was he expecting this? Did you play into his cards again? Deciding to enjoy the moment rather than dwell on it, you bit his bottom lip before going back to kissing him with fervor, licking his lips as if to ask for access to his tongue only to pull away once his mouth opened for you.
Panting, you looked at each other with half lidded eyes. Fuck, his lips looked so glossy and inviting, you wanted to dive back in, but unfortunately, that thought dissipated the moment he opened his mouth to speak.
“If you wanted me this badly all along, you could’ve just told me,” he breathed, speaking as if he didn’t look debauched from a single kiss already.
Sliding your hand downwards, you took hold of his neck, and leaned in to whisper. “You know... It’s about time someone puts you in your place, you arrogant mutt.”
Fuck, your words were so harsh, and since when did you look so dominating, looking down at him like that? And why did it make his dick throb? In an attempt to regain his composure, he cleared his throat as he spoke, “Is that so? Enlighten me, how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
“My dear scribe, I trust someone as smart as you would know. After all,” you prod his legs open with your knee, before lifting it and placing your shoe on the base of his erection and nudging it. “You’re already hard. Do you like this treatment?”
Looking down at where your foot met him, he gulped before attempting to look up at you again, only to turn his head to the side at the way you stared down at him. Dissatisfied with the lack of response, you applied pressure to his balls, making him jerk up and look at you with widened eyes.
“H-hey, how about we get back to work now…” He cringed at the way his voice came out, shaky and breathless, but the smirk forming on your face and the way you’d been touching him only made him harder.
“How about no? It’s true, Alhaitham. I did want you all along. I’ve been dying to see you like this. How could I not?” You lean into his ear, continuing as he tried his hardest not to squirm, “The way you speak just screams of someone who wants to be put in their place. And don’t get me started on how you flaunt that tiny waist and those tits of yours with the tight clothes you wear.”
You could see the goosebumps forming on his muscular arms from the proximity of the two of you and your hot breath on his sensitive ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but he could only breathe out heavy puffs of air as you lifted his head up by his throat and began to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.
“Go ahead, tell me how badly you’ve longed for this. There’s no need to keep putting up a front, I’ve already seen how perverted you are. See?” You look down, and his eyes follow yours only to find that he’s been subconsciously humping your shoe. Fuck, if he felt pathetic before, he feels like a complete degenerate now. But… he couldn’t stop. His mind was becoming hazy from everything, and he didn’t care anymore.
“I want this. It feels so good. Please,” he breathed, watching as the precum leaking from his slit started to form a wet spot in his pants from the delicious friction.
“There you go darling, good job,” you whispered, and finally decided to help the poor thing out by moving your foot along with his thrusts, causing him to buck up and let out a whimper that surprised the both of you with how desperate it sounded.
Moving your hand from his neck to the back of his head, you pulled it backwards, and Alhaitham let out a hiss in response, but the way his hips sped up told you how much he enjoyed it as you smashed your lips to his once more. Your other hand traveled along his torso, leaving feather-like touches all over it, contrasting the desperation and roughness of your makeout.
Not daring to pull away, Alhaitham moaned into your mouth before muttering incomprehensible words. For a man like himself, he was surprisingly needy and quite adorable. It made you melt a little on the inside. You took the initiative to pull away first so he could speak, looking at him as he attempted to catch his breath.
Aw. His eyes were getting teary.
Cupping his face gently, you let him speak. “I’m s-so close. Wanna cum. Gonna cum,” he panted, words all slurred as he got drunk on the pleasure you were so graciously providing him.
“You can ask me nicely, can’t you? One as skilled as yourself should know something so simple,” you mocked, and his face burned with embarrassment as the knot in his tummy kept getting closer and closer to snapping. He liked it. It felt good being the one who’s played with.
“Please. Please let me cum, I need it. Please?” Gods, the desperation in his eyes as the tears finally started falling sent jolts down your spine. Hearing him finally beg like he was made for it felt so much better than all the times you’d fantasized about it.
Pulling him in for one last kiss, this one gentler as you left small pecks all over his plump lips, you removed your shoe from its place, causing Alhaitham to jolt his hips into thin air as he whined. He quickly went quiet though, because you replaced it with your hand, cupping his cock and rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You’d graced him with something better to rut against and it made him go dizzy as he whispered chants of thank you’s into your lips, attempting to catch them into a kiss but ultimately failing.
“Go ahead, cum for me like the dumb puppy you are,” you whispered back, helping him connect his lips to yours while his mind went on auto-pilot and his hips stuttered before he came into his pants with a loud moan.
Helping him ride his high out, his eyes had shut from the intensity of his own orgasm, but your thumb rubbing his tears away from his flushed cheeks caused him to open them once more to the sight of his cum having seeped through his pants and your hand being stained.
Absent-mindedly, he took hold of your wrist and started licking your hand free from his own filth, wincing at the taste of himself but being too out of it to care.
You really hate Alhaitham.
And now you hate how the beautiful face he makes when he orgasms would be etched into your mind permanently.
o(*≧▽≦)ツdarling's note: im sorry this is so short, i have some personal stuff going on, this is all i could muster up at the time. enjoy the writing that carried me through this emotional wreck of the past few days. i love you guys so much. i'll post more i promise
what i was listening to while writing: blue ridge mountain - fleet foxes
nanami from jujutsu kaisen:
nanami my man of the year, my man of the month, and the man of the day. i love the man to fucking death. you were supportive of him returning to the Sorcerers world. although he kept insisting on two things.
one: no overtime and two: you'll never get caught up in his business
although overtime not happening with nanami is nearly impossible. sighing, he dropped off his suitcase. frustration lifting off his shoulders when he arrives near your presence. "look who's home" you peek from the kitchen, nanami waving resting his head on your shoulder. “how was work?” you asked. nanami groans which answers your question. patting his head, he kisses your neck.
nanami holds your waist, rocking you side to side. you chuckle, turning off the stove. raising his head to look at you, he sighs. “you would make a great husband,” you whisper, his eyes widened before glancing at your face to see if you were lying. “i’m being serious” you let your hand comb his hair.
“uh huh, next thing you’re gonna pull is the ring” nanami says, he got pressed against the island counter. you open a drawer, nanami expecting a ring. “no i’m kidding, i do think kento would look fantastic with my name though” you kiss him. he nods, making note you desired to marry him.
raising your head you saw an ounce of sadness. almost like he was actually expecting a proposal, yeah this wouldn’t be the most spectacular proposal but nanami didn’t seem like the one that needed a singing marching band to say yes either. raising your hands to his face, looking at every detail of his face. the overworked eyes, the soft lips, and the eyebrows that are lowered. “i will marry you nanami” you promise him. he chuckles, lifting his hand to wrap his arms around your waist. ‘i know you will” he lowers his hand to feel a box like case in your pocket.
you were going to propose.
nanami teared up, you had asked why. “it’s nothing, just allergies” you tilt your head but let go of the topic since nanami had a smile behind it. he only smiles when he means it.
ace from one piece:
“and that’s how you make a fire!” ace grins, cheek to cheek. you lightly chuckled. “maybe having a fire devil fruit would help '' ace grumble something but he knew you were right. you got up and sat closer to him. "i am so blessed to be with you, ace," you whisper. looking deep into the fire, the ashes and crackling of the hot element.
ace glanced at you, you were sappy but this time it felt different. your breathing was soft and your hands touched him like glass. the delicate nature of his optimism you wanted to protect.
“what’s got you so sappy all of a sudden?” ace shoots fire towards the bonfire, seeing it slowly start to dim.“you aren’t gonna leave me by the morning are you?” ace cracks a joke but you hear the bit of anxiety behind it. the small concern in his voice, you kiss his forehead.
“and to do what? leave the most amazing guy i’ve had the pleasure of meeting better yet date?” you tease him, he snickers. “yeah yeah, you just love this don’t you?” ace leans into the palm of his hands.
“it’s because you’re blushing. you can’t handle teasing?” ace shoots another round of fire into the campfire. an explosive wave of smoke covers you. making you cough, ace grinning behind the smoke that cleared. “you’re a dick, you know that?” you wave the rest of the residue.
“yet i’m your dick” ace yawns, you turn his head by his chin. kissing his chapped lips, bringing your hand up to his cheek. “i love you” ace’s heart never fails to ignite with love when you say that. no matter how many times you’ve said it, every time you’ve said it you mean it more and more.
“i love you too” ace whispers, staring fondly into your eyes. he wanted to memorize every shine and his own reflection in your eyes. the way you looked at him like he was the world and then some.
