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romugh · 25 days ago

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SWEET ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE- NR

ROMUGH’S KINKTOBER

october 19th — monsterfucking, tentacle (?) sex, stomach bulge

DAY TWELVE || kinktober masterlist || 2024.

pairing- natasha romanoff x venom!reader

cw- 18+!!; dom!top!venom!reader, sub!bottom!natasha. get ready for these tags, hornballs. venom!cock, oral (n & v rcv), blowjob, (r rcv), handjobS (v rcv), overstimulation, daddy kink, positionsss (standing mirror sex, against the wall sex, bent over the bed sex, doggay sex, yeehaw sex, sitting on face (venom's tongue...?) aaand that's it!), degradation if you squint, choking, double penetration, triple penetration?, tentacles??? ugh i'm so filthy idek if this is all?? oh anal. js lil penetration, couldn't help myself :p

wc- 12.433k of pure porn with no plot.

a/n- rushed the ending and the dp part, skipped the ughh creampie (kill me, i have the image in my mind. oh how i love my imagination <3), and preferred the way i wrote it in my mind but hey! words don't come as fast as natasha does. i'll leave it at this, might rework this in the future :)

synopsis- natasha comes home from a mission with a need to disconnect from herself. what better way than to fuck her dumb untill she passes out? (she asked for it, really.)

taglist?- @lost-mortemanghel ♥︎, @idkwhatever580, @elliecoochieeater, @left-and-right-up-and-down, @deadlesbianwitches, @lizziewitchy ❀ - comment or dm to be added :)

The front door creaked open, and Natasha stumbled in, her movements weary and unsteady. She looked like she had been through hell—tresses dishevelled, suit stained and rumpled, eyes bloodshot from days without sleep. She barely had the strength to close the door behind her before leaning against it, as though it were the only thing holding her up. Yet despite her exhaustion, her gaze was filled with a raw, burning need as it landed on you.

"Hey," she called, her voice a sultry whisper that echoed off the walls, almost pleading. The moment she spotted you, a wave of relief washed over her. She kicked off her boots, letting them fall carelessly to the floor as she crossed the room, her movements both frantic and graceful.

"Natalia," you greeted softly, watching her as she approached, drawn to you like a moth to flame. There was a hunger in her gaze, a desperation that tugged at your heart. She reached out, fingers grazing your arm, igniting a spark that sent warmth cascading through your body.

Venom stirred beneath your skin, eager to come out and play. You took her face in your hands, your touch gentle in contrast to the storm raging behind Natasha’s eyes.

"Long day?" you murmured, your thumb brushing over her flushed cheek. There was a tenderness in your voice, though it couldn’t quite hide the dark edge of anticipation laced within.

Natasha's body shivered at the contact, and her breath hitched as she tilted her head to rest against your palm. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and desperate longing. "I need you." Her grip tightened on your arms, as though afraid you might disappear. "Make me forget. Please, make me feel… something else," her voice now barely above a whisper, yet filled with urgency.

A deep rumble stirred within you, resonating like a growl in your chest as Venom's voice echoed in your mind, darker and hungrier than your own. Look at her... already pleading, he purred, a teasing edge coating every word. Let's see just how much more we can make her beg.

"Are you sure? You’re asking for something intense, ‘Tasha." you asked softly, even as Venom’s black tendrils began to curl out from beneath your skin, slipping across your shoulders and down your arms. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, inching toward Natasha as though savouring the anticipation.

Natasha nodded, her pupils dilated with lust as she bit down on her lower lip. “Yes… I’m sure,” she breathed, the words almost coming out as a whimper. “I need this. I need you both.”

You shared a thought with Venom, your combined anticipation swelling into a singular, overwhelming force. The tendrils shot out, binding her wrists above her head and pulling her forward toward the bed, as if she were a marionette caught in your strings. Her combat suit was stripped away in one fluid motion, the fabric falling to the floor, leaving her naked and vulnerable. She gasped as the cool air licked at her skin, goosebumps forming in the wake of each tendril that caressed her.

You could feel Venom's delight as you dragged your fingers along the curve of her waist, savouring the way her muscles tensed beneath your touch. “Look at you,” you murmured, voice filled with a mix of adoration and amusement. “Already so desperate… so wet, and we’ve barely done anything.”

Her response was a trembling moan, her hips rolling forward as she sought contact, her need laid bare. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess—everything from the stress of her mission to the ache of exhaustion melted away, leaving only this singular, burning need. The feeling of Venom’s tendrils brushing against her inner thighs, her arms, her chest, teasing the sensitive skin, had her breath stuttering, her body trembling under the weight of the touches.

She bucked her hips, seeking more, but the touch remained light and taunting, making her whimper in frustration. “Please,” she gasped out, her voice cracked and rough. “I need more—”

You clicked your tongue, crouching beside her to brush a stray lock of hair from her flushed face. “Oh, sweet thing… you don’t get to call the shots at all tonight.” There was a wicked smile on your lips, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “You’re just a clueless little baby who needs to be taught what she really wants.”

Natasha’s breath hitched, and her gaze flickered with a mixture of gratitude and helpless desire. She pulled against the tendrils, her muscles straining as if trying to reclaim her composure, but Venom tightened his grip, keeping her bound and exposed. Each fluttering touch that danced over her folds and circled her clit left her thighs quivering and her stomach clenching with anticipation.

You took your time, letting Venom’s tendrils brush over Natasha’s skin with the kind of deliberate cruelty that made her squirm. Each one explored her body with teasing flicks and strokes, gliding across the curve of her breasts, tracing the dip of her navel, and swirling in maddening circles over her thighs. You could feel everything through Venom, the texture of her skin under the tendrils, the heat radiating from her core, and the way her body shivered with each fleeting touch. It was intoxicating—her arousal seemed to flood through you, feeding the connection between you, Venom, and her, until you could barely tell where your desire ended and hers began.

“Such a mess,” you breathed, lowering yourself between her legs. The tendrils spread her thighs wider, keeping her open, her slick folds glistening with need. You traced a line up the inside of her thigh with the tip of your tongue, tasting the sweat on her skin and feeling the way her muscles tensed, as if she were trying to pull you closer. Venom’s tendrils held her firmly, though, ensuring she couldn’t seek out more than you were willing to give. You looked up at her as you dragged your tongue through her folds, savouring the sharp cry that escaped her lips. The taste of her was electric, a jolt that coursed through you and stirred the tendrils to tighten possessively around her wrists.

Natasha’s hips jerked upward, desperate for more friction, but you pulled back, letting your breath ghost over her wetness instead. "Patience," you chided, your voice low and dripping with wicked amusement. "You said you needed to be ruined, baby... so we're going to take our time." You darted your tongue out, just barely grazing her clit, and watched as her whole body arched, the sound of her pleading whimper music to your ears. Her thighs trembled in their restraints, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as you teased her with the barest flicks of your tongue.

You could feel her growing frustration like a mounting storm, a swirling mass of heat and desperation that radiated from where Venom's tendrils danced lightly over her folds. Each touch was feather-light, barely grazing her clit before pulling away, leaving her gasping for more. Her need was a palpable force, wrapping around you, pulling you in, but still, you resisted, drawing out her torment. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” you murmured against her entrance, the vibration of your words making her gasp. “So needy… so wet, just for us.”

Her moans filled the room, a broken symphony of desperate pleas. "Please," she choked out, her voice thick with want. "I can't... I need more—please!" Her eyes were wide and glassy, her cheeks streaked with tears she hadn’t even realised she was shedding. She was lost in the overwhelming sensations, reduced to nothing but the raw, primal need to be filled, to be claimed completely.

You gave in—just a little—pressing your tongue flat against her clit and swirling in slow, lazy circles, applying enough pressure to have her hips bucking helplessly. You could feel her pulse racing through Venom’s tendrils, feel the way her body clenched and fluttered with every stroke, every tease. The pleasure rolled off her in waves, feeding back into you and Venom, a shared ecstasy that left you heady and aching to devour her, to ruin her completely.

For nearly an hour, you kept her there, on the precipice, bringing her to the edge only to pull her back. Your tongue and Venom’s tendrils worked in tandem, tormenting her sensitive clit while teasing her entrance, never quite pushing inside. She writhed and sobbed, her voice hoarse from pleading, her body trembling uncontrollably as she begged for release. “Please… fuck… please just make me cum… I’ll do anything…” Her voice broke into a desperate cry as you sucked her clit between your lips, letting your teeth graze her just enough to send a shiver up her spine.

You pulled back again, and Natasha let out a scream of pure frustration, her entire body trembling with need. Venom's possessive glee coursed through you as his tendrils tightened around her wrists and thighs, pinning her in place. You stood slowly, leaning in close to whisper, "You want to be fucked dumb, don't you? To forget everything and let us take care of you?"

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely more than a breath. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

You tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet your gaze, and leaned in close enough that your breath ghosted over her lips. “You’re not ready yet,” you whispered, the edge in your voice unmistakable. “But maybe... maybe V will consider your request.”

Natasha's chest rose and fell rapidly, her whole body trembling as she whispered, "V... please. If—If Daddy won’t do it, then you—" Her voice broke off into a desperate whimper. “Take over. Please, fuck me stupid.”

Venom's growl reverberated through the room, vibrating through your body as he fought for control over your mind. The tendrils coiled tighter around Natasha, spreading her open as he formed an average length, pulsing cock over your core, slick and ready. You could feel every twitch, every throb of the appendage as if it was part of you, the sensation sending a shudder down your spine.

Prepare her, Venom’s voice echoed in your mind, thick with command. Make her earn it.

You watched as Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut in surrender, a soft moan escaping her lips as the tip of the tip of your cock pressed against her entrance. Slowly, you pushed forward, the slick tendril slipping inside with a deep, deliberate stretch that made her toes curl. You could feel her walls squeezing around the cock, welcoming the intrusion even as they stretched slightly to accommodate it. But Venom wasn’t satisfied. With each gentle thrust, you felt the cock grow thicker, the girth and length expanding incrementally.

Natasha gasped, the shifts in size sending a shock of pleasure through her body. Her thoughts dissolved into raw sensation, the ache of being filled blending with the searing heat that spread through her core. Each time you slid deeper, the cock seemed to throb thicker, pushing against her walls with an insistent pressure that felt impossibly deep. It wasn’t long before Natasha’s desperate, high-pitched cries filled the room, echoing with each movement. Her hips rocked forward, seeking more, even as her body struggled to adjust to the cock that seemed to keep growing with each thrust.

Venom’s frustration seeped into you—she was taking him too easily, her body adapting too quickly. You could feel the swell of his irritation as he thickened the tendril again, adding more length with each stroke until the size was undeniable. The cock throbbed inside her, stretching her walls to their limit, and you watched with a twisted sense of amusement as Natasha’s gasps turned into frantic, choked cries.

“Do you feel it, Natasha?” you murmured, your voice thick with mock sympathy. “Feel how much bigger we’re getting inside you?”

She whimpered in response, her body quivering as she tried to take more, her legs shaking with the effort. But the cock continued to expand, her walls instinctively pushing until only half of it could fit inside her. You could see it in the way her stomach tightened, the way her thighs trembled uncontrollably—she was overwhelmed, struggling to take even that much.

With a low chuckle, you traced a finger along her cheek. “Oh, poor baby,” you cooed, your tone laced with condescension. “You really thought you could handle all of us, didn’t you?”

And then, just as abruptly, you pulled back, making her gasp as your now thick cock slid out of her with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her painfully empty. Natasha’s thighs quivered, a desperate whimper escaping her lips at the loss. Venom pulsed against your core, his frustration coiling inside you as he prepared to push even deeper next time, determined to stretch her to the very brink of what she could take—and perhaps, just a little more.

You smirked, letting your amusement show as you felt Venom's possessive hunger vibrating through you. "She’ll earn it," you whispered, smiling lustfully at Natasha, making sure both of them knew who was in control.

He rumbled with approval, his voice a low growl in your mind. Oh, she will… he agreed, his tone thick with anticipation. She’ll show us how much she craves this, how desperate she is to please us. You could feel the shared longing between you building, a heady mix of power and desire, as you met Natasha's hazy gaze.

With a silent command, Venom’s tendrils moved tightened around her wrists and waist, twisting into a firm, unyielding grip that guided her down onto her knees. Her breath hitched as she felt the cool floor beneath her, the sensation grounding her just enough to realise the depths of her own need. There was no escaping the sheer desperation that burned in her, an all-consuming ache that only you could satisfy.

Venom’s satisfaction hummed in the back of your mind, feeding off the sight of her flushed cheeks and trembling lips as you brought the thick, gooey cock to her mouth. "Let's try something else," you murmured, your voice laced with teasing command as you traced the black, glistening tip over her bottom lip. "You're going to help us get ready, aren’t you?"

Natasha’s gaze flickered up to meet yours, pupils blown wide with a mixture of submission and pure need. She parted her lips obediently, the tip sliding over her tongue as she tried to take him in. But the cock was thick, stretching her jaw as her lips wrapped around it, struggling to fit the girth in her mouth. She couldn’t even take half before it brushed the back of her throat, making her gag slightly.

“That’s right, take your time,” you said, your voice soft and teasing as your fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. “You’re not used to this, are you? You can’t even fit everything in your mouth…”

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, saliva pooling at the corners of her lips, her tongue pressed against the underside of the cock as she tried to coax it further. She moaned around your shaft, the vibrations travelling down the length, earning a pleased growl from both Venom and you. Her throat tightened, and her eyes watered with the effort, but she didn’t stop, her hands grasping at the base, trying to stroke the thick length that still hung outside her mouth.

Venom rumbled in approval, his voice echoing in your head with dark amusement. She’s struggling, he growled. Look how hard she’s trying to take it…

You tilt your head, gazing down at Natasha as she struggles to take more of the thick, black goo cock in her mouth. Her lips stretch around it, her jaw working hard to accommodate the size. But she’s so eager, so determined to please you, that even through the strain, she never once breaks eye contact, her once green, now almost black eyes locking onto yours, filled with submission and want.

“Do you need some help from Daddy, baby?” you ask, your voice low and teasing. The title feels natural on your tongue, the control in the room shifting in a way that feels deeply satisfying to you.

Natasha whimpers around the cock in her mouth, nodding as best she can, her hands clutching the base, her body trembling with need.

Venom hums in your mind, dark and pleased. So desperate. So eager. He’s already shifting, his tendrils tightening slightly around Natasha’s body, holding her wrists tighter together behind her back, keeping her in place.

You can’t help but smirk as Venom's voice rumbles from your mouth, slightly deeper and more commanding. “Alright, Natty. But if you want to take it all, you have to listen carefully, okay? We’ll help you, but you can’t waste a single drop of what we give you. Understand?”

Natasha looks up at your whitened eyes, her eyes shining with desire and obedience, her breath coming in short gasps as she nods, still sucking on the length down her throat.

You mentally communicate with Venom, confusion flickering through your mind. What are you planning?

Trust me, he replies, his tone dripping with confidence. It’ll be fun.

Vee lets out a low chuckle in your head, and before Natasha (or you, really) can process what’s happening, you feel a warmth spreading from the base of the cock. Venom has taken control of the black goo, releasing a slick, viscous substance that slides down the shaft and releases into Natasha’s throat. She chokes slightly, caught off guard, but you keep her in place, one hand on the back of her head, holding her close as you murmur soothing words.

“Shh, baby. It’s alright. Just swallow it all. You can do it.”

Natasha’s eyes widen as she gags, but she follows your instructions, swallowing the thick substance as best she can. Tears spill down her cheeks, her throat working hard to take everything, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s too far gone now, too deep into submission to stop.

You caress her cheek as she struggles, your fingers gentle despite the control you hold over her. “There you go, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”

The substance coats her throat, sliding down into her stomach, and you can feel and see the effect it has on her almost immediately. Her body goes slack, her muscles loosening as her eyes glaze over further. She’s in deep now, her mind slipping further into subspace with each passing second. She looks up at you, her face streaked with tears, her lips parted slightly as she gasps for air around your shaft, but the look in her eyes is nothing short of worship.

Venom chuckles again, a dark rumble that vibrates through your core. Just a little aphrodisiac. It’ll wear off in a few minutes. She’s ready for now, isn’t she?

You freeze for a moment, concern flickering in your chest at the mention of an aphrodisiac. But then Natasha smiles at you, her expression dumb and blissful, completely in love with you. She’s so far gone, so desperate to be everything you want, that you can’t help but feel a surge of affection and possessiveness toward her.

“You’re so beautiful like this, ‘Tasha,” you murmur, your fingers stroking through her red hair, smoothing it away from her tear-streaked face.

Natasha hums around the cock, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she basks in your praise. She looks like she’s floating, lost in the pleasure and submission you’re giving her. Her body trembles as she continues to suck, her lips working their way further down the shaft now, aided by the substance that has relaxed her throat.

You glance down at her, pride swelling in your chest as you see her take more and more of the cock into her mouth. She’s trying so hard, her determination clear in every movement, every strained breath. She gags once more, but this time she pushes through, her eyes closing tightly as she forces herself to take it all.

Venom, however, isn’t entirely satisfied. His tendrils curl tighter around her wrists, and two smaller ones slip from your body, unnoticed by Natasha as they slither toward her hands. Her fingers are trembling as she digs her nails in your thighs, trying to keep up with her mouth, but Venom has other plans.

She’s making you feel good, but she’s forgotten about me, he growls in your mind, and before you can respond, his smaller tendrils wrap around Natasha’s hands, guiding them away from your thighs and making them stroke his appendages.

“So dumb, so stupid. So fucked out, already.”

Natasha is so lost in the act of pleasing you that she barely notices his words and the fact that her hands had moved, her fingers instinctively wrapping around the slick tendrils. They tremble beneath her grip, warm and alive, and she automatically starts stroking them, her movements clumsy but eager. She doesn’t understand what’s happening, doesn’t realise she’s unknowingly preparing herself for what’s to come, but it doesn’t matter. All she wants is to please you both, to lose herself and forget about everything.

You groan softly, watching as Natasha easily deepthroats the cock now, her lips stretched wide around it, her throat working as she struggles to take everything you’re giving her. Some black goo drips down her chin, mixing with her saliva, and you can’t help but think she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Oh my… look at you, baby. You’re so pretty like that,” you murmur, your voice low and husky as your thumb strokes her cheek. “I guess you do deserve us, huh?”

Natasha’s eyes flutter, gazing up at you with such adoration and submission that it makes your heart ache. She hums around your cock, her body trembling as Venom’s tendrils pulse beneath her hands.

Venom, however, is far from done with her. Not yet. She’s good, but not good enough. She still needs more.

Natasha’s grip tightens on the tendrils, her fingers stroking them with more urgency now, unknowingly building up to what’s coming next. You can feel the shift, the anticipation in the air as Venom moves within you, preparing for what’s about to happen.

And you realise, deep down, that neither Natasha or you have any idea just how far you’re about to fall.

You tightened your grip on her hair, pulling her back just enough to look down at her tear-filled eyes, her lips still clinging to the tip of the cock. “You think you’re good for more?” you teased, the words a playful taunt as you let your cock slip from her lips, leaving her panting and messy. “Because V and Daddy both know you’re not even close to ready.”

The tendrils around her wrists tightened, pulling her back onto her knees, forcing her to look up at you as she licked her swollen lips. There was a fire in her gaze—a mixture of confusion, desperation, and surrender. Her chest heaved with each breath, and the ache between her legs only grew stronger, every denial winding her up tighter.

Venom’s voice rumbled in the room again, dark and teasing. Let’s see if you beg again, he said, his amusement unmistakable. Maybe then we’ll let you take more.

You gave her hair another sharp tug as you await her response, tilting her head back. “Well, Natalia?” you asked, voice dripping with condescension. “Are you going to beg for what you need? Or are you just going to keep struggling like a dumb little slut?”

Natasha's lips parted, and her voice came out as a breathy whisper. “Please…” she managed, her tone laced with need as she tried to catch her breath. “Please, I need it… I can take it, just—”

The cock pressed against her lips once more, cutting off her words. “Prove it,” you commanded, pushing her back down, letting her lips stretch around the thickness again. Her hands resumed their stroking of the other tendrils, unknowingly guiding her own fate as she struggled to take more of the cock into her mouth, making you realise that the aphrodisiac had indeed worn off incredibly quickly.

You’ll have to ask V about that.

With each thrust, Natasha’s mind clouded further with a haze of desperation and desire. The throbbing length slid over her tongue, and she could feel the tension in her body building. She fought to swallow the cock deeper, her throat constricting around it, but the stretch was nearly unbearable. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she felt new tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“You’re doing so well,” you cooed, the praise dripped with honeyed condescension as you watched her efforts. “But look at you—so pretty and desperate for something you can’t quite handle without Daddy's help.”

Venom thrummed with dark satisfaction in your mind, his presence swelling with possessiveness. She wants it, though, desperately. Let’s give her what she needs.

You nodded, pulling Natasha off the cock again, forcing her to meet your gaze. “You want it, don’t you?” you teased, your fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re lucky V is being nice, ‘cause Daddy would’ve taken the ‘ruin me’ part more seriously.”

The moment you pulled her off, she gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening, strands of saliva connecting her mouth to the thick cock. “Please,” she begged again, her voice cracking. “I need you… I need—I’ll do anything. Just–”

You smiled mischievously, letting her words hang in the air for a moment, a delicious tension building between you. “Anything, huh? That’s quite a promise, Natalia. But are you sure you can handle it?”

Her brow furrowed, and she nodded fervently, desperate to have her desires met. “I can take more! I can do it! Just make me forget, don’t worry about me—I need it… please…”

A shiver ran through your body at her words, the intensity of her desperation pulling at the primal within you. You released your grip on her hair slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath, watching as her chest heaved with exertion, her beautiful breasts rising and falling in a tantalising rhythm.

“You want us, huh?” you said, the playful tone returning to your voice. “But you weren’t even able to fit us yet.” You glanced down at the two other tendrils, slick and ready. “Let’s see how well you can handle these, first.”

Natasha’s gaze flickered to the smaller pulsating tendrils in her hands, and her breath caught in her throat. The realisation of what you were asking hit her, and she hesitated, just for a moment. But the ache between her legs, the desperate need for release, drowned out any apprehension.

“Okay…,” she said, determination shining in her eyes as she began to stroke them with an unsteady rhythm, her eyes closing momentarily as she lost herself in the sensations.

“Good girl,” you praised, your voice a sultry whisper that sent a thrill of electricity down her spine. “Now, let’s see how far you can really go.”

With that, you pushed her back down onto the cock again, allowing it to slide past her lips and down her throat, inch by inch. Natasha gagged around the thickness, her body instinctively trying to pull back, but you held her firmly in place, forcing her to take more. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop; the pain was quickly swallowed by the pleasure.

You kept your hold on her hair as you let her stroke the tendrils, a rhythm forming between the two (three, really) of you—your thick cock plunging deep in her throat while her hands moved over the other two smaller appendages, preparing her for the overwhelming pleasure that was to come. Meanwhile, other tendrils continued to caress Natasha's body, sliding over her curves and teasing her sensitive skin. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body responded to every movement and every command you gave.

“Now,” you said, your voice low and commanding, “I want you to suck it hard. Show Daddy how much you want it.”

With a whimper, Natasha complied, her lips working harder around the cock as she sank her mouth lower, taking as much as she could. Her tongue swirled around the base, and she felt the tendrils shift, eager for her attention.

You watched, entranced, as she struggled again but pressed on, her determination making her even more enticing. Each muffled moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver through you. You couldn’t help but tease her further. “Look at you—so lost in pleasure, and yet you’re still not enough. You still can’t fit everything.”

Natasha’s eyes rolled back slightly, the combination of your words and the sensation of the cock pushed her closer to the edge. With a shaky breath, she pulled her mouth away for a brief second. “I can take it… I just need a little more time…” she pleaded, desperation thick in her voice.

You shared your thoughts with Venom out loud, a smile playing on your lips. “What do you think, V?” you asked, your voice sweet. “Should we really give her a little more time?”

Venom responded with a low growl, the tendrils pulsing with anticipation as he pushed her back down, making her take the cock deeper once more.

No. Let’s show her what she can truly handle.

The two smaller tentacles, slick and smooth, slipped from her hands, tracing a tantalising path down her body. They teased her skin, gliding over her curves, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

With a firm grip on the back of her head, you guided her deeper, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you both. As you sank down onto your knees in front of her, you urged her further down with you until she was on all fours, the new position heightening the thrill in the air. Natasha’s eyes widened, sparkling with excitement as she realised exactly what was about to happen. A soft whine escaped her lips, muffled against you, as she instinctively began to bob her head up and down, eager to take you deeper.

You felt her excitement radiate through you, a mix of power and vulnerability that made your heart race. The tentacles, now fully in sync with your intentions, wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as they ventured lower, teasing and preparing for the intensity that was about to unfold.

Natasha's breath came in shallow gasps, her anticipation palpable as she pushed her body against the sensation, craving more. The combination of her eager submission and your steady control ignited a fire within you both.

The two smaller tentacles snake away from Natasha’s wrists, leaving shimmering trails of black across her skin as they glide down her body. Your hand remained at the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as you guided her down, pressing her lips tightly around your goo-coated shaft. Her eyes widened as recognition dawned, pupils blown wide with lust, and a desperate whine escaped her. The sounds she made were eager, needy, as she started to bob her head along your cock, taking you as deep as she could.

“That’s it, good girl,” you praised, your voice low and rough. “Daddy’s so proud of you… Look at how much you’re taking. You deserve all of it.” The words poured from you as much as they came from Venom, a shared intensity in your tone as you felt her mouth clench around you. “I’m going to make you forget all those bad thoughts,” you continued, your grip tightening at the nape of her neck. “Fill you up so good that there won’t be room for anything else.”

The smaller tentacles slid between her spread thighs, teasing along her dripping entrance. One finally slipped inside, gliding effortlessly into her heat, and her body responded instantly—clenching down around the intruder, drawing it deeper as if afraid it might leave her empty. Her back arched under the pressure, her fingers digging into the floor as she adjusted to the slick, writhing sensation within her.

But the second tentacle wasn’t far behind, nudging against the tight space already occupied, seeking to join its twin. You could feel the resistance it met, the way her walls struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Natasha's body trembled, and the extra stretch sent a deep groan vibrating through your cock, the pleasure shared between you and Venom.

When the second tentacle finally breached her, it forced its way past the tightness with a slow but relentless push, stretching her open further than she thought possible. Her mouth faltered around your shaft as she struggled to keep sucking, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. The tentacles began to move in unison, curling and twisting inside her, filling her so completely that every thrust pushed her forward, sliding her lips along your length. She gagged when your cock hit the back of her throat again, and the slick sounds of her efforts mixed with the wet slaps echoing from behind her.

You loosened your grip, allowing her to pull back slightly and catch her breath. Her gasps were sharp, desperate, as she tried to fill her lungs. Her eyes looked up at you, glossed over, a mix of awe and raw desire painting her flushed face. You thumbed away a strand of hair clinging to her cheek, your touch unexpectedly tender. “Go on,” you murmured, stroking her jawline. “Breathe, Natalia. But don’t think you’re getting a break.”

Venom took over, surging into her at your words. The tentacles began to thrust faster, plunging deeper, and her back arched further, a string of moans spilling from her lips even as your cock brushed over her face, leaving trails of black goo and her own saliva and previous arousal across her skin. The force of each thrust sent her rocking forward, every plunge stretching her open and hitting spots that made her eyes roll back. It was as if there was no end to the depth they could reach, filling her so completely that her body shook with each motion.

You watched the way her tight heat gripped the tentacles, sucking them in greedily, her slickness coating the blackened limbs. Her body reacted instinctively, hips pushing back to meet each thrust even as her mind struggled to catch up. She was trembling with every breath, gasping your name between ragged moans.

“Cum whenever you need to, sweetheart,” you whispered, your voice a mix of tenderness and command. You wanted her to feel worshipped, adored—wanted, even if she craved to be fucked senseless. “Daddy’s going to take care of you, fill you up so good you won’t remember anything else.”

Your thumb found her mouth again, slipping between her parted lips as the tentacles continued to piston inside her, relentless and unyielding. Natasha’s tongue flicked against your skin as she sucked your thumb into her mouth, her lips closing around it like she’s desperate for something to ground herself with. She was so lost in the sensations coursing through her, the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming feeling of being so completely dominated—and yet, utterly cherished.

Natasha’s body trembled uncontrollably as the tentacles relentlessly kept thrusting inside her. Her wetness coats the slick limbs, each deep, steady push forcing a gasp from her throat and a white ring to form at the base of the tendrils. The overwhelming fullness drove out every coherent thought, leaving only raw sensation behind. Her muscles tightened and quivered, caught between the pressure building within her and the need to feel even more.

Your grip in her hair tightened, urging her on. "You're so close, Natasha," you murmured, your voice a low growl of encouragement. "Show Daddy how good you can be. Let it all go."

The tentacles pulsed in unison, twisting slightly as they filled her. They pushed against those perfect spots deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her body reacted on instinct, hips rolling to meet each thrust, every movement driving her closer to the brink. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat as a keening scream escaped, her eyes squeezing shut as the intensity builds to a fever pitch.

The sensation was too much; the stretch, the heat, the rhythm—it all blended into one overwhelming wave. She could feel it in her core, a tightening coil that snaps when the tentacles thrust deep and hit just the right angle. Her climax crashed over her, sudden and all-consuming. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, squeezing the intruding limbs with each pulsating wave of her release. The gush of wetness that followed is undeniable, her essence coating her thighs and the tentacles in a hot rush.

You kept her there, suspended in the throes of her orgasm, as the tentacles maintained their deep, pulsing rhythm. “That’s it,” you murmured, voice laced with possessive praise. “Just like that… let it all out.” You watched her unravel, every tremor and clench of her body sending a surge of heat through you.

The tentacles eased their movements gradually, helping her through the last tremors, her body still quivering with aftershocks. When she finally collapsed against the floor, breathless and spent, you cradled her face, your thumb brushing over her cheek. Natasha’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy, her expression a blend of bliss and exhaustion. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips, the glow of her climax still warming her flushed skin.

You leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "You did so well," you whispered, pulling her up into your embrace.

Natasha’s body trembled as the tendrils lifted her off your lap, carefully setting her on her feet. She swayed for a moment, dizzy from pleasure and exhaustion, but Venom’s inky tendrils kept her steady. They caressed her skin with a possessive tenderness, wrapping around her waist, gliding along her curves, and teasing her sensitive breasts. One coiled around her neck, another resting lightly against the scars that marred her soft skin, tracing them like they were sacred. The tendrils moved as if to remind her that she was theirs, yours—marked and claimed.

You stood as well, watching the way Natasha’s eyes fluttered open, the glassy green orbs hazy with desire and fatigue. Her gaze met the reflection in the large mirror before them, the sight making her cheeks flush deeper. She could see it all—the way her body responded, the way she was wrapped in Venom’s hold, and the undeniable hunger in your eyes as you stood behind her and watched her unravel.

“Look at yourself, Naaliat,” you murmured, your voice a soothing command as you stepped closer behind her. You tilted her head up with a gentle touch, forcing her to meet her own gaze in the mirror. “See how beautiful you are… how perfect you look like this, taken and worshipped.”

A shudder ran through her body, and she bit down on her lip, a small sob escaping her. “Please… Плиз [please]—” Her voice was faint, exhausted but needy. “I need you inside me again… just—fill me up… make me forget everything.”

Your hands slid down her sides, settling on her hips. “You want me back inside you?” you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the back of her neck, right where your hand was already curling possessively. “Want Daddy to make you feel so full that you can’t think?”

She nodded, a choked moan escaping as she pressed back into you, desperate for the connection. “Yes… please, I want you… I need you… please.”

Without another word, you positioned yourself at her entrance, teasing her thoroughly soaked folds. She gasped softly as you pushed forward, sliding back inside her inch by inch. The sensation sent a deep tremor through her body, her core clenching tightly around you as she adjusted to the now more familiar stretch. The new angle allowed her to see it all in the mirror—how your cock filled her, how her stomach bulged slightly with each inch you gave her. She could see the way her body moulded to yours, taking you deeper and deeper until she could feel, could see you pressing against that spot inside that made her breath hitch.

Natasha’s eyes glazed over as she stared at her reflection, tears welling up from the overwhelming blend of pleasure and emotion. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Make me forget… fuck me until I pass out. I don’t want to feel anything else… just… только ты [just you]…”

Your grip on her tightened, one hand holding her hip as you slowly rocked into her, barely moving but enough to make her feel every inch. “Oh, my ‘Tasha,” you breathed, leaning closer to whisper against her ear, “I’ll make you forget, but you’ll stay with me, alright? I’ll decide when we stop.”

She nodded, a quiet sob slipping from her lips as she leaned back into your embrace, trusting you to take away everything she didn’t want to feel. The tendrils around her breasts squeezed gently, heightening the sensations as you held her close, not moving inside her but letting the pulsing thickness of Venom’s form keep her stretched and filled.

You began to trail kisses along the back of her neck, letting your teeth graze the sensitive skin. You marked her over and over, leaving love bites that bruised purple and red against her pale flesh. Your nails scraped lightly down her spine, leaving faint red lines in their wake, before gripping her hips again. The tendrils continued their worship, one slipping down to tease the bundle of nerves between her thighs, while another wrapped around her throat like a lover’s hand, possessive but gentle.

“You’re doing so good, Nat,” you murmured, your breath hot against her ear. “You deserve all of this… every kiss, every touch… every mark I leave on your skin.”

Natasha’s breathing came in short gasps, her chest heaving with every praise and caress. The tears that spilled from her eyes were born from the intensity of the sensations, the need to be loved and claimed in a way that erased everything else. She felt her body trembling, overwhelmed by the constant, unyielding fullness inside her and the way your voice wrapped around her, grounding her even as she slipped deeper into subspace.

“Y-you… you’re not stopping, right?” Her voice was a soft, broken whisper, and her eyes, half-lidded and dazed, gazed at your reflection in the mirror.

“No, baby,” you promised, brushing a thumb over the tears on her cheek. “We’re not stopping. You stay right here, with me… You won’t fall away unless I say you can.”

She let out a shuddering breath, nodding again as the sensations around her body became sharper, more vivid. Every touch from the tendrils and every kiss along her skin sent her closer to the edge. She clenched around you reflexively, as if trying to pull you even deeper, to fill every empty part of herself. You grinned against her shoulder, tightening your hold as you bit down on the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, marking her one more time.

“Good girl,” you whispered, the praise flowing like velvet over her skin. “Keep holding on for me… let me love you like this… Let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

Natasha’s only response was a muffled sob as her head tilted back, giving herself completely to you and the sensations you brought. The tendrils, your body, the mirrored reflections—they surrounded her with the intimacy and connection she had craved. She didn’t need to think or remember; all she needed to do was feel.

Natasha’s body trembled, the constant pressure building to a peak as your praises and tender touches overwhelmed her. The tendrils caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples, and stroking her sensitive clit heightened the sensations until the tight coil in her core snapped. Her release came in a wave, rippling through her body as she cried out, her walls fluttering and tightening around you. She shuddered violently, her entire being consumed by the intensity of her orgasm. More tears slipped down her cheeks as she moaned, her legs trembling as Venom’s tendrils held her upright.

You murmured soothing words against her skin, your hands gently squeezing her hips to keep her grounded. The mirror reflected the raw beauty of her release—her tear-streaked face, parted lips, and the arch of her back as she rode the fading waves of pleasure. The sight only intensified your desire, a deep hunger simmering in your veins as you watched her come undone. But then Natasha’s breath hitched, and her voice, still laced with the echoes of her orgasm, came out in a whisper that was almost a plea.

“Please… fuck me harder,” she breathed, the desperation thick in her tone. “I want you to ruin me… ещё [more].”

The words shot through you like lightning, sparking something fierce and uncontrollable. Before you could fully process, Venom surged forward, momentarily taking over as your grip tightened possessively on her waist. You growled low in your throat, spinning Natasha around and slamming her back against the wall, the impact rough but cushioned by Venom’s tendrils. Her eyes flew open in shock, rolling back as you thrust into her with renewed force, your cock plunging deep inside her with a primal need.

“F-Fuck…” you cursed under your breath, the sight of Natasha’s blissful expression, her head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine. For a moment, you let the darkness of Venom’s influence control your movements, feeling the raw power surge through your limbs as you pounded into her.

Natasha’s hands scrabbled for purchase on your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your waist as if to pull you closer. Her voice was hoarse and breathy, each cry and moan filled with desperation as her nails dug into your shoulders. “Yes…! Please—don’t stop!” she sobbed, her thighs trembling from the relentless pace. “I-I’m yours—только твой [only yours]!”

Her words pierced through the haze in your mind, and you fought to regain control, cursing Venom for taking over, but also silently thanking him for the sight before you. The primal lust in Natasha’s eyes, the way her body bowed toward you, desperate to take more—everything about the moment burned itself into your mind. With a growl, you pulled back, forcing yourself to slow just enough to catch her gaze, your hands gripping her hips so tightly that the outline of your fingers would surely bruise.

“You’re gonna scream Daddy’s name, huh?” you rasped, each word dripping with a dangerous blend of adoration and dominance. “Then look at me, Nat… I want to see those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.”

Her eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and glassy, but she held your gaze as you drove into her harder, setting a brutal rhythm that had her arching against the wall. Your mouth found her throat, teeth scraping against the delicate skin before you sank them in, leaving a fresh mark. You moved up the side of her neck, biting and kissing a trail to her jawline. The roughness of your movements only seemed to make Natasha hungrier for more; she tightened her legs around you, her nails raking down your back as she clung to you for dear life.

The tendrils continued their sensual assault, teasing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, and wrapping possessively around her neck. One of them dipped down to circle her clit, rubbing it in time with your thrusts, and Natasha’s entire body tensed, her cries growing louder with each rough snap of your hips. Her walls tightened around you, pulsing as she teetered on the edge once again, her body begging for that blissful oblivion.

You grinned against her skin, one hand coming up to grip her jaw, forcing her to look directly into your eyes. “That’s right, Nat,” you growled, your voice raw and ragged with desire. “I’m not stopping until you fall apart for me. You wanted this… remember?”

Her breath hitched, and she nodded frantically, tears welling in her eyes as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “Yes—yes! Please… fuck… don’t stop…!”

You slammed into her harder, your grip on her tightening as you angled your thrusts to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Natasha’s body arched sharply, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she cried out your name, the sound echoing through the room. The mixture of pain and pleasure tore through her, a perfect storm of sensations that overwhelmed her senses.

“Good girl,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss the tears from her cheeks. “Let go for me… lose yourself. I’ve got you.”

Natasha’s sobs grew louder, her voice breaking as the overwhelming pleasure finally pushed her over the edge again. Her whole body clenched around you, her head falling back against the wall as she shattered, the intensity of her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. You didn’t stop, driving her higher and higher, drawing out every last tremor of her release.

As she came down from the high, you eased your pace, finally allowing a hint of softness to return to your movements. You nuzzled against her neck, leaving one last bite at the nape as you whispered, “That’s my baby… We’ll always take care of you.”

Venom's voice, unusually soft and filled with affection, followed. "We love you, pretty Natty, more than anything."

Natasha’s breathing was ragged, her body limp in your arms as you held her up. The tendrils slowly withdrew, unwinding from her curves, but the possessive marks remained—a testament to the passion you had unleashed. You pulled back enough to meet her gaze, cupping her flushed face with both hands as you pressed your forehead to hers.

“Are you still with me?” you asked gently, your voice steady despite the fire still raging in your veins.

She nodded weakly, her eyes drifting closed as she leaned into your touch. “Always,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but full of trust. “I’m yours… only yours. But please—I need more…"

A wicked smile tugged at your lips as you heard the desperation in her voice, her request stoking the fire that raged within you. You guided her toward the bed, and as she bent over, you gave a subtle command to Venom, allowing the dark tendrils to bind her wrists together at the small of her back. The black, sinuous shapes tightened around her, arching her back as they held her in place, completely exposed and vulnerable to your every touch.

Tendrils caressed her skin like whispers—some coiled around her breasts, squeezing them possessively while another toyed with her nipples, rolling and pinching the hardened buds. Another traced the curve of her neck, slithering over the faint bruises you had left earlier. One even reached her lips, teasingly pressing against them as if daring her to open up and take it inside.

You stepped closer, your cock rubbing against the slick heat of her entrance. “You want more, ‘Tash-?” you growled, positioning yourself behind her. “You’re gonna get it.”

Without another word, you thrust into her, burying yourself deep with one powerful stroke. The angle had her pressing into the bed sharply, her back bowing as you filled her to the hilt. Her breath hitched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the feeling of being stretched and claimed all over again surged through her.

You didn’t give her time to adjust, your hips slamming into her with a rough rhythm that had her crying out, each sound more desperate than the last. The tendrils gripping her wrists tightened their hold, and the ones caressing her body continued their sensual assault, squeezing her breasts, trailing along her sides, and occasionally brushing over her lips, reminding her that she was entirely at your mercy.

The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room as you pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. You reached back with one hand, letting it come down in a sharp smack against her ass. The impact left a red mark on her skin, and Natasha’s cry of surprise was swallowed up by the tendril that pushed into her mouth, muffling her moans.

“Look at you,” you murmured, your voice rough with lust as you watched her reflection in the windows across the room. “Bent over like this… taking everything I give you. You’re perfect, ‘Tasha… so fucking beautiful when you’re falling apart.”

Natasha’s muffled moans grew more frantic, her body shaking with each hard thrust. She could feel the tendrils teasing her nipples, the sting of each spanking that left her skin raw and sensitive, and the thick cock relentlessly stretching her open. The sensations melded together, creating an overwhelming cocktail of pleasure and pain that left her mind spinning. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks as she cried out, her voice breaking around the tendril still at her lips.

“More… please…” she managed to gasp out as the tendril withdrew momentarily, her words breathy and ragged. “Don’t stop… mark m—make me yours.”

The darkness in your mind and gaze deepened, and a low growl rumbled from your throat as you tightened your grip on her hips, your nails digging into the flesh. “You’re already mine, baby, already ours,” you whispered, leaning down to bite into the curve of her shoulder, leaving another mark in the wake of your teeth. “But if you want us to claim every inch of you… then I’ll make sure you never forget.”

Your thrusts picked up speed, slamming into her with renewed vigour. Each harsh stroke sent her body rocking forward, her cries turning to breathless sobs as her vision blurred. The tendrils seemed to mirror your movements, tugging at her nipples and squeezing her throat just enough to add to the pressure building inside her.

Another smack came down on her ass, harder this time, and her whole body jolted. You could see the bruises already blossoming on her pale skin, evidence of your possessive touch. With every thrust, you pushed her closer to the edge, the delicious burn of overstimulation spreading through her limbs.

“You’re gonna come for me again,” you demanded, your voice low and rough. “You’re gonna scream my name and know who you belong to. Understand?”

Natasha could barely form words, her head nodding weakly as she struggled to keep herself grounded against the onslaught of sensations. The tendrils tightened their hold on her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she could no longer hold back.

With a final, desperate cry, she shattered around you, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her. The tendrils held her in place, squeezing and caressing her trembling form as you drove into her even harder, drawing out every last tremor of her release.

You slowed your pace but didn’t stop, keeping your cock buried deep inside her as you leaned down to kiss the tears from her cheeks, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. The tendril at her lips retracted, and you heard her breathless voice whisper, "Daddy—Я только твой [I’m only yours]…"

Her submission stoked the embers of your desire, and you didn’t let her rest for long. You pulled back just enough to get a better angle, and as you slammed into her once more, she gasped sharply, her body jolting from the impact.

"Good girl," you growled, pulling back to deliver another sharp slap to her ass, the sound echoing in the room. "You’re gonna give me one more. And this time, you won’t pass out until I say so."

You moved Natasha up on the bed, your grip firm yet reassuring. As she leaned forward, she instinctively fell into position, getting on all fours. The tendrils wrapped around her waist and thighs, keeping her steady as she settled into place. You took a moment to appreciate the way her knees sank into the mattress, her back arching just right, presenting herself for you. It was a mix of vulnerability and trust, and you could feel the tension in the air, electric and alive.

The evidence of her previous orgasms glistened on her thighs, and her breaths came in ragged pants as she braced herself, desperate for more.

You wasted no time, gripping her hips with a bruising hold and spreading her legs wider. The slickness between her thighs coated your cock as you lined up and drove into her with a deep, punishing thrust. Her entire body jerked forward, her cry caught between a moan and a gasp, the stretch of being filled again making her walls tighten instinctively around you once more.

“Fuck, that’s it,” you growled, pulling out just enough to slam back into her, setting a brutal pace. “Look at you, princess… taking everything I give you.”

The tendril at her neck slithered up to cup her jaw, gently coaxing her head up to face the windows. She caught sight of herself—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, body trembling with every thrust—and the sight drove her further into the haze of subspace, where nothing existed except you, Venom, and the overwhelming need to be completely and utterly used.

Another hard slap echoed through the room as your palm connected with her ass, the stinging sensation spreading heat across her skin. “You want more?” you demanded, your hand coming down again in quick succession, each smack making her cry out harder. “Beg for it. Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes! More—please…” Her voice was breathless, ragged with desperation. “I need it… I need you to—oh god—fuck me until I can’t—”

The words broke off into a strangled moan as you drove into her even harder, your hips snapping forward with relentless force. Her entire body quaked with every thrust, her legs trembling violently as she struggled to stay upright. The tendrils at her wrists tightened, holding her in place as you reached forward and tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply to whisper into her ear.

“Fight to stay awake, baby,” you growled, your voice low and rough, almost matching Venom’s. “You’re not passing out on us yet. I’m not done with you.”

Natasha whimpered at the command, her muscles burning from the effort to stay conscious. The pleasure was dizzying, almost unbearable, as your cock stretched her to the limit, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. Her vision blurred, her mind fogged with a potent mix of pain and ecstasy. But she forced herself to stay present, gasping for air, her entire body clenching around you in an attempt to stay grounded.

You leaned forward and bit down on the back of her neck, your teeth sinking into her skin with enough pressure to leave more prominent marks. “You love this, don’t you?” you murmured against her flushed skin. “Love being pushed past your limits… love being completely wrecked…”

“Yes—да [yes]!” Her voice was a broken sob as she nodded frantically. “I—please… just—”

Your hand cracked against her ass again, cutting off her words as another sharp sting spread across her skin. “Good girl,” you murmured, licking the spot where your teeth had left the new indentations. “Now stay awake… watch yourself.”

She fought to keep her eyes open, her reflection a blur of flushed skin, glistening sweat, and desperate need. Her body arched back to meet each thrust, wanting to be filled even deeper, to be utterly consumed. The tendrils kept caressing and teasing her, one slipping back between her lips to muffle her cries as the other continued its rough play on her breasts, pinching and squeezing in time with your thrusts.

Her walls tightened around you with every movement, her legs threatening to give out as pleasure washed over her in overwhelming waves. She could feel herself nearing the edge, the familiar tension building low in her belly. Her mind threatened to slip away again, to surrender completely to the consuming sensations.

But you didn’t let up, keeping your punishing rhythm, driving her closer and closer to that brink. “Stay with me, Natasha,” you commanded, your hand curling possessively around her throat as you continued pounding into her. “You don’t get to pass out until I say so… I want you aware of every second I’m inside you.”

Natasha whimpered around the tendril in her mouth, her entire body straining to obey. The pressure was building rapidly, her pulse hammering in her ears as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. With a final, deep thrust, you ground against her, letting the overwhelming sensation push her past her limit. Her body went rigid, a sharp cry escaping her as the powerful orgasm tore through her, her walls clenching around you with a desperate intensity.

You rode out her climax, the tendrils continuing to caress and tease her sensitised body, prolonging her pleasure. When her cries finally quieted to ragged gasps, you didn’t give her time to recover, pulling her up roughly by the hair once more.

“You’re not done yet, Nat,” you growled as you moved her onto the bed, adjusting her so she was positioned perfectly for what came next. “You said you wanted more…”

Natasha’s entire body shivered as you guided her onto your lap, her back pressed firmly against your chest. She was already trembling with exhaustion, her limbs struggling to support her weight as her hands weakly gripped your thighs. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her breathing was ragged as you traced a thumb over her drenched entrance, feeling the slickness there.

"Come on, sweetheart," you coaxed, your voice low in her ear, vibrating through her as you held her steady. "Don’t give up on me now. I want to see you take it… every inch."

The black tendrils coiled around her waist, lifting her up effortlessly before pulling her down again, impaling her on your thick cock in one swift motion. Natasha let out a sharp cry, her nails digging into your thighs as the overwhelming stretch filled her completely. The tendrils took over the rhythm, lifting her just enough before forcing her back down, forcing her to take you as deep as she could. You could feel how tightly she gripped you, as if her body couldn’t bear to be without you.

"Look at that… so stretched and stuffed full," you murmured, raking your nails down her back as you lay down against the sheets. The tendrils pulsed and twisted around her, one sneaking lower, slick and thin, teasing at the tight ring of muscle at her back entrance.

You watched intently the way Natasha’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the tendril pressed inward, slowly inching inside. It was small compared to your appendage, just enough to add an extra spark of sensation, but the way her muscles fluttered around it was intoxicating.

Her moans deepened, the new dual stretch drawing strained gasps from her as she tried to ground herself, her head falling back forward, chin against her sternum. “Tак…Tак полно [So… so full]” she whimpered, her strength fading as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her body trembled as the tendril moved inside her, curling and rubbing against the sensitive walls while you started thrusting up into her. The way her swollen core squeezed around you was mesmerising, her slick folds stretched wide as she struggled to accommodate the relentless depth.

“That’s it, baby. Feel how deep we are?” you murmured, your voice laced with a growl as you reached around to cup her breast, squeezing and rubbing the sensitive skin. “You’re taking it so well… I can feel you clenching down on me, like you don’t want to let go.”

Natasha’s response was a desperate whimper, her body shuddering against yours. The tendrils continued their merciless pace, lifting her up and forcing her back down onto your cock while the smaller one inside her ass squirmed, adding a deeper, more intense pressure. Her cries grew louder, more urgent, her mind slipping further as the pleasure burned through her.

The tendril inside her shifted, rubbing against her sensitive spots, while the ones around her waist guided her movements. Each time she sank down, the stretch and fullness grew even more overwhelming, and she was helpless to do anything but take it all. You watched as her body fluttered and tensed with each thrust, your grip tightening on her hips as you raked your nails down her back, leaving a fresh set of marks along her skin.

“Good girl… keep taking it,” you praised, rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit with your thumb. “I want to see you come for me again, princess.”

The touch on her clit and your words sent Natasha over the edge. Her body went rigid, then convulsed as her climax crashed through her, her walls pulsing around your cock while the smaller tendril continued to squirm and curl inside her. Her cries filled the room, her entire form tensing and trembling as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, shuddering in your arms.

You kept her there, your cock buried deep inside her once more as you felt her body fluttering, the tight grip she had on you never easing, even as she came undone completely. The tendrils held her steady, ensuring she wouldn’t collapse from the intensity of it all, keeping her suspended in that place where pain and pleasure blurred together.

After the waves of pleasure began to subside, you cradled Natasha in your arms, her exhausted body melting into yours as the black tendrils continued to wrap around her, offering both comfort and a sense of belonging. Venom emerged from your shoulder, his serpentine form lolling out as he leaned in, his long tongue brushing against Natasha’s cheek. “You’re ours, pretty Natty,” he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Natasha closed her eyes, tears streaming silently down her face, overwhelmed by the echoes of the mission and the weight of her past. But each caress of your fingers through her hair and the tendrils wrapping her gently served as a reminder of the love you shared. The tenderness of the moment made her heart swell, even as the memories threatened to pull her under.

Venom licked her cheek again, a reassuring gesture as you finished re-braiding her hair, weaving the damp strands together with care. You brushed your thumb under her eyes, catching the stray tears. “Hey,” you said softly, your voice a soothing balm. “What’s wrong? Talk to us.”

She leaned into you, her brow furrowing as vulnerability etched across her features. “I… I want you to eat me out,” she admitted, her voice a mix of embarrassment and need, coloured with an undercurrent of urgency.

For a moment, you were taken aback, confusion clouding your thoughts. You blinked at her, processing her words, unsure if you had heard correctly. You had done this before, intimately and eagerly, so why was she so shy now? Her gaze darted away, the confidence in her expression faltering as she caught Venom’s gaze, the creature always so certain, so assertive.

“Please,” Natasha murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, glancing back at you. “I want you… to feel me… to taste me… with his tongue.” It took a moment for the realisation to sink in, a jolt of awareness hitting you like a wave.

You raised an eyebrow, completely taken aback. “Are you serious? Can you even handle more?” Your surprise was palpable, but there was an unmistakable thrill in her request.

Natasha met your gaze, a spark of defiance igniting in her submissive eyes. “You haven’t fucked me into oblivion yet. I’m still conscious,” she shot back, her lips tiredly curling into a teasing smile.

“Oh yeah? Because you just drooling all over yourself is very consciously done,” Venom quipped back, making a laugh bubble in your chest.

Her giggle was a soft sound that contrasted with the heat of the moment. “I’m still conscious NOW,” she replied, biting her lip as her mischievous nature shone through. “And I didn’t pass out… yet.”

With newfound determination, Natasha slipped into her Black Widow mindset and pushed you gently onto your back, her trembling limbs assisting her as she moved. “Now, let me take control,” she commanded, her eyes glimmering with a mix of lust and authority as she positioned herself above you, hovering teasingly close to your face.

You could hardly process the shift in dynamics, her confidence radiating as she slowly sank down. The heat of her body and the urgency of her movements sent a thrill through you, and you wasted no time, diving in to taste her completely.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her voice thick with need. The way she grounded herself against you spoke of her desire to let go of everything else, to be consumed by the moment. You could feel her soft moans reverberate through your body, adding to the intoxicating rhythm of the experience.

As you lost yourself in her, the tendrils of Venom coiled around her, their touch both teasing and tantalising, making Natasha shiver with delight. They wrapped around her thighs and waist, pressing gently, enhancing the sensations coursing through her. Each flicker of movement from the tendrils elicited gasps from her lips, a testament to the pleasure you orchestrated as you held her steady, ensuring she felt the full depth of every moment.

Then, with an unspoken agreement, you surrendered your tongue to the symbiotic connection you shared. It was no longer just your mouth; it became Venom’s tongue—long, sinuous, and impossibly skilled—eager to explore and tease.

As Natasha ground down harder, her core enveloping your mouth completely, you felt the tendrils shift, supporting her as she settled into place. Venom’s tongue flicked and swirled, tracing patterns that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Natasha’s body. You revelled in the thrill of being both in control and utterly consumed by the moment.

“Боже, да [God, yes]!” she cried out, her back arching as her fingers found their way to the tendrils, clutching them tightly to keep herself steady. The sensation of Venom’s tongue exploring every inch of her sent her spiralling, her breaths coming in quick, desperate gasps as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Each flick and thrust of Venom’s tongue was purposeful, eliciting moans that filled the room and danced in the air. You could feel Natasha’s body trembling, the way her skin glistened under the low light, radiating heat as she lost herself in the experience. She was teetering on the brink, the tension building within her as you expertly navigated her desires.

“Don’t stop, please!” she begged, urgency lacing her words. The tendrils maintained their teasing grip, enhancing every sensation, every gasp and cry that escaped her lips. You could sense her nearing the edge, the sweet pressure coiling tighter and tighter.

“Let go for me, baby,” you murmured against her, feeling the way her body responded to your words, the connection deepening as you encouraged her to embrace the pleasure.

With each thrust of Venom’s tongue, you could see the way Natasha’s body reacted—her legs trembling, her core tightening, the bliss radiating through her as she surrendered to the moment.

As the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, Natasha let out a shuddering moan, her body quaking as her first orgasm washed over her. She clutched at the tendrils, holding on for dear life as the pleasure consumed her, threatening to pull her under. The sensations continued to roll through her, igniting every nerve, leaving her breathless and gasping for more.

But you didn’t stop; you pressed on, guided by the rhythm of her moans and the way her body responded to every flick of Venom’s tongue. Just as she began to come down from her high, you could feel her build again, the pressure mounting as you expertly teased her, driving her back toward the edge.

“О, Боже, не могу [Oh god, I can’t]!” she gasped, but the urgency in her voice was unmistakable. The tendrils tightened around her, grounding her as her body trembled, ready to release once more.

With one final thrust of Venom’s tongue, she erupted again, a second orgasm crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. She cried out, a beautiful sound of surrender and ecstasy, her grip on the tendrils tightening as she clung to them, desperate not to collapse onto the bed. The pleasure rippled through her, a wave of bliss that left her trembling and gasping, and you could feel the satisfaction in every quiver of her body as you continued to tease and taste, relishing the moment.

But then, as the last waves of ecstasy rolled through her, Natasha’s body went still. Her eyes fluttered, a soft sigh escaping her lips before she slumped forward, overwhelmed by the intensity of her pleasure.

A grin spread across your face, a mix of pride and affection swelling in your chest as you gently cradled her in your arms, ensuring she was comfortable. You carefully laid her down on the bed, the tendrils still holding her, keeping her safe and secure as you brushed a strand of hair from her face.

You couldn’t help but watch her serene expression, a smile playing at your lips as you took in the sight of her, knowing that you had shared something incredibly special.

Suddenly, with a swift movement, black tendrils shot out from your body, darting toward the bathroom. You watched amused as they splashed into the sink, soaking a cloth before rushing back to you. Venom’s form emerged from your shoulder, a sly grin spreading across his ‘face’ as he popped out, his tongue flicking playfully. “Made her pass out; I win!” he declared triumphantly.

You shook your head, unable to suppress a chuckle as you swatted him away gently. “Stupid parasite,” you muttered, but the words held no bite. With a soft laugh still bubbling in your chest, you returned your focus to Natasha, cradling her in your arms once more.

As you settled back into the bed, you could feel Venom enveloping you both, his presence warm and protective. It was a ritual you had come to cherish—a cocoon of safety that wrapped around you and Natasha, drawing you both into a soothing embrace. With her nestled against you and the gentle rhythm of Venom’s tendrils surrounding you, you slowly felt yourself drifting off to sleep, the world fading away into a blissful quiet.

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piper-2244 · 5 months ago

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yeehaw

how spencer convinces reader to stay in rather than go out

MDNI | suggestive fluff!

word count: 1217

warnings & tags & stuff: fem!reader, def some nsfw descriptions of spence, all around suggestiveness, fade to black

author's note: second piece of writing yayy!!! this was originally gonna be smut but i got scared lol. anyway please lemme know your thoughts im DYING to improve. sooo yes i hope you have a wonderful day and here this is ig! 😚

Sitting alone in your room, you tugged on a pair of never-before worn cowboy boots. They were most definitely not broken in, and you knew you were in for an uncomfortable night of baby blisters on the bottoms of your feet. However, life is full of compromises, and these were too cute to pass on.

Especially for a night of line dancing with your boyfriend’s coworkers. Who knew that FBI agents got down like that?

You stand and plug in your earbuds, choosing to absolutely blast ‘Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’ by Taylor Swift. Also known as the only tolerable country music.

Dancing out to the kitchen, you wrap your arms around your lovely boyfriend who was preparing a cup of tea, absolutely not dressed for a night of country conviviality. Spencer looks you up and down, a teasing smile playing on his face.

“Hey cowgirl,” he says, gently removing your earbuds. “Penelope has been texting me on average every 10 minutes about how excited she is for tonight. I hope you’re ready.”

“Oh god,” you laugh. “I wish you were coming too.”

“I know. But that sounds awful,” he says in his matter-of-fact way. “Hey, I do have something for you,” he mentions. You look up at him, and he runs quickly upstairs to grab his bag. He comes down and brandishes his very own cowboy hat. “From the times Penelope didn’t have you to drag along with her and I was her chosen victim.”

“For me?” You ask excitedly. He puts it on you. Although it’s a little big, it 100% completes the look. You look up at him. “Think I would make a good cowgirl?” He peers down at you, trying to tell if you’re joking.

“No,” He goes the serious route and you furrow your brow at him. “You hate the dirt. And the heat,” he explains, emphatically defending himself.

“I guess you’re right. I don’t really do well with horses either,” you murmur.

“You do make a cute cowgirl for the night though, even if it’s not your true calling.” He ruffles your hat.

“Yeah?” You smile. “It’s not too much with both the boots and the hat?”

Spencer blinks.

“Have you met Penelope? She always has a lot going on. More than this.”

You giggle.

“They’ll all adore you, JJ, Emily,” he reassures, stroking the side of your waist.

You had known Penelope for a few months, ever since you started dating Spencer. But you had yet to meet the rest of the girls on his team. You were definitely excited, they seemed really cool. But you were definitely also nervous.

Spencer, jarring you from your thoughts, whips out his very outdated phone that he somehow still manages to operate, and opens the camera.

“Smile.” You do so, showing off all your teeth. You move to look at the picture, and Spencer tilts the screen toward you. “See? Adorable.”

You stand on your tippy toes for a kiss, and he complies quickly. A little too quickly to not have any meaning behind it. Your eyes flit down, and you notice a slight bulge in Spencer’s pants that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.

You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him. “Can I convince you to stay?” He whispers, half smiling. You tilt your head.

“Maybe” you say shyly.

“What if I told you that the chances are slim to none that you are actually going to line dance tonight? Penelope and JJ always end up sitting at the bar, and Emily always gives up half a song in and joins them. Without fail,” he says. You purse your lips, heart beating a little faster for whatever reason.

“That could still be fun,” you reason.

“Not in those shoes,” he says, rubbing your hip softly. “I know they must hurt; they’re brand new and you’re already shifting your weight between your feet much too frequently.”

You look down at your feet. He was not lying. “You’re too observant. This is why you basically always have your way with me.” You exhale.

“By caring about you? I could keep going. I know that you hate country music. And no, Taylor Swift does not count. She’s an outlier. And she was born in Pennsylvania. That’s barely real country music. You’d be miserable all night.”

“Yes, you would know about ‘real’ country music, Mr. Las Vegas,” you counter.

“That would be Dr. Vegas to you,” he quips, bending down once again and giving you a kiss. You reciprocate, kissing the corner of his mouth. “What if I told you I really wanted you to stay? Bad?”

“Bad? I guess I’ll stay, if it’s bad. But you have to be the one to text Penelope,” you say begrudgingly. As if you weren’t as releived as can be. And as if Spencer didn’t know that.

He smiles and allows his arms to wrap around your waist. Spencer’s kisses become slower, you could feel every aspect of them. His lips, of course, but also his stubble. The air being pushed out of his nose. The hand swiping it’s typical resting spot, your cheek. His tongue delicately tracing your mouth. It all feels so calculated for you, so measured.

And you, on the other hand, are a mess, trying to keep up. Your heart is pounding and you’re sure your face is noticeably hot. And by the time Spencer leads you to your room and sits you down on the bed, its temperature has only increased.

You kick off your boots. He sits next to you, his hands holding your waist, ever so firm. He brings them up, thumbing the inside hem of your tank top.

“All good?” He checks.

“Yeah,” you say, head spinning with all the good chemicals.

“Deep breaths for me, okay? Gotta keep your blood flowing appropriately,” he reminds you, leaning back and taking you in. “Pretty girl.” You blush and his hands move to your lower back over your tank top, delicately brushing over in a way that gives you goose bumps. You shiver.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re sensitive in your lower back. God, there’s still so much more to learn about you.” He breathes out.

“Good. I was scared you’d get bored, with your perfect memory and all,” you joke.

“Bored? The human brain is limitless. Your brain is limitless. I wanna know everything I possibly can that goes on up there. Everything that makes it feel good. It’s the least boring thing I can think of.” You blush and look down.

You lean in for another kiss, this time to his jawline and neck. Your hands slide up his stomach under his shirt a little and and you look up to him.

“Okay?” This time you ask.

Spencer nods. “Okay.” Your hands trace up under his own shirt, and you immediately lean in to kiss him, holding his chin.

All of a sudden he’s everywhere. Even sitting next to you, he manages to take over every ounce of your body. He’s kissing your mouth and forehead and cheeks, one hand is holding your face, and the other is mapping your stomach.

“Can we try something new then? If we wanna do and learn everything?” You whisper. One quick tête-à-tête later, you’re sitting on his lap, shifting your hips softly as he held your waist for you.

“I guess I was wrong. You’re gonna be an amazing cowgirl.”

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mangoposts · 11 months ago

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Save a horse

M.S 🔞 Yeehaw

Matt’s in awe, with his jaw slack and his eyes trained on her figure bouncing slightly on his dick. The way her tits moved each time her pussy met his pelvis as she sunk down mesmerized him as if he were watching an adult film. He reaches to grab her tits, pinching the soft skin of her nipples and tweaking with them as she moans, leaning back and steadying herself by reaching behind and gripping his thighs as leverage. She sinks down on him fully, grinding her hips in circles and Matt believes if his jaw drops any further than it is now it might fall off. Her pussy was squeezing his cock, the tip of his dick hitting her cervix each time she rolled her hips against his and she moans louder as her clit rubs against him. He’s hissing at how harshly her nails are digging into the skin of his thighs, noticing how concentrated she is on riding him. His hand rub at her sides lovingly, before gripping her hips tightly and thrusting his hips upward repeatedly, making her gasp at his sudden rutting inside of her pussy. She leans forward this time, her hands finding his chest below her and meeting his thrusts halfway by sinking down each time he thrusted upward, making the penetration all the more deep and quick as she whines and scratches down his chest.

“Feel good baby?” He says in between thrusts, licking at his lower lip while he watches his cock disappear inside of her cunt repeatedly. The sight making his dick twitch and his orgasm bubble through his abdomen. She nods, rubbing her needy hands all over his upper body before settling on the skin beneath his collarbones and pressing hard to sturdy herself before she sinks down onto him harder, her eyes rolling behind her head and lip getting caught in her teeth as she finds the perfect rhythm and executes it perfectly each time his dick bottoms out. Feeling every vein and every twitch of his sensitive cock inside of her.

“Yes-“ She chokes, “God, Yes. Feels so good.” His grip on her hips hasn’t let up, only opting for reaching his left hand to grip her ass as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly while looking into her eyes. She stares down at him, her mouth agape and eyes heavy as the sight fuels her orgasm, feeling it creep up inside her body. Her hands find his hair, threading her fingers through it delicately as to not hurt him despite the actions they’re partaking in. Her eyes never leave his as the coil within her stomach grows, his cock is twitching from the squeeze of her velvety walls clenching around him constantly. Matt wraps his hand around her back while the other reaches down to rub at her clit, watching as her mouth falls open further and constant desperate moans slip out and echo through his ears, going straight to his cock as his own orgasm approaches.

“Y/n,” “Matt,” They say in sync, both warning one another of their orgasms but they’re both cut off as it rips through them all at once, both of their bodies tensing and freezing for a moment as it washes over them while riding out their high. Her hips stopping and opting for swirling around his cock as he comes down from his orgasm. He stills her, gripping her hips and breathing out heavily. He grabs the base of his cock and holds her waist as she lifts off of him. Flopping down beside him on the bed face down as she breathes out into the sheets below her. Matt chuckles, reaching a hand around and petting her hair softly when he notices her legs shaking.

“Don’t fall asleep kid, we have to get you cleaned up.” He mumbles, grinning when her muffled whine emits through his bedroom. She lifts her head up and he offers her a pout when he takes in the drowsiness in her eyes, he grabs her chin softly and places a tender kiss to her soft lips. Humming against them in satisfaction when her hands find his hair again, scratching her nails against his scalp. The kiss never breaks, and they never get cleaned up since Matt turns her over and climbs on top of her before spreading her legs for the second time that night.

Well, the kiss does break and it’s when Matt says,

“I’m still hard.”

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year ago

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⁘ amongst salt water skin and silken sheets lies insecurities and innocence, but also tenderness and a willingness to learn...

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

prompt; ❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞ and ❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞

word count; ~ 6.1K

× chapter warnings; loss of virginity, virginity as a normative concept, p in v sex, no use of y/n, smut, porn without plot, creampie, hair tugging, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption(?) if you squint maybe, rooster is a consent king

request; by @diorrfairy. I'm so sorry this took so long my love 🫶

disclaimer; I was rather torn with how I wanted this fic to go. on one hand I wanted it to be how I wished my first time was, yet I did not want to accidentally make it seem as if this is how a 'first time' is supposed to be, if that makes sense. I therefore tried to make it realistic in the way I experienced sex for the first time, but still making it softer, and sweeter, and the way I figure I'd want a first time with someone you love to be. for me sex hurt the first like five times but also my first bf was 6'5 and he was fucking huge so like yeehaw.

tagging people who might like; @roleycoleyland @roosterforme @lewmagoo @theharddeck @seresinsweetie @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

Being with Bradley was easy. It was sunny, comfortable, and safe. The soft gaze of the aviator could turn your knees weak in a heartbeat. The way he touched you, the way he listened and understood you - and most of all, the way he never pushed you harder than needed to explore new things if you didn’t want to.

Previously, in all relationships you’d had - whether platonic or romantic, you found that people pushed you. Pushed you to participate in things you maybe weren’t entirely ready for, or didn’t wholly feel comfortable with. Like the first time you got drunk, even though you’d told your friends you’d rather just try one beer and then drink soda.

Bradley, however, understood the need for you to feel comfortable and safe. He understood that you needed time to contemplate, to reflect, and to sort of turn and twist an event in your mind a few times before throwing yourself headfirst into it.

So, when the two of you started getting serious, and you, with heat rising to your face, confessed that you ‘hadn’t done much’ in the sexual department, his amber gaze had softened. He’d smiled softly, cradled your cheek in one of his large palms, and placed a tender kiss upon your lips as he promised to take everything in the pace you deemed appropriate.

He wasn’t in a hurry, he’d said before enveloping you in his arms, letting you nuzzle your face into his chest and his safe embrace. Inhaling his scent and feeling his strong arms and hands holding you so delicately, you truly felt safe in his promise not to rush anything.

Bradley had not quite understood your timidness when telling him about not having too much experience. He figured maybe you’d fooled around a little in college with some boys or girls, but that you hadn’t had too many mind blowing sexual encounters. As beautiful and kind as you were, Rooster had a hard time imagining anything else. However, his mother had raised him to always respect a ladies wishes - however small or big that wish was, and he was nothing if not a caring soul himself. He always wanted you to feel safe with him, wanted you to feel you could confide in him, and lay worries and hardships for him to carry with you.

Which was why he was perfectly content to spend lazy afternoons making out with you straddled on his lap, only sneaking in a squeeze of your ass sporadically - keeping his hands placed gently on your waist, only ever letting them grace slowly upwards to your ribcage and to the wire of your bra. The small little noises you made drove him wild, but he wouldn’t be the person to push you. No, Bradley was more than willing to wait until you asked him to touch you.

However, as compassionate and patient a man as Bradley was - he was also a little insecure. He had never felt the way he did with you, and he was glad that you both seemed to be on the same page of slowly cherishing each other’s comfort. Felt secure in that this was something you both felt was something special.

Your relationship was not something that needed to be rushed, because both of you felt that this might be it. But one human can only take so many rejections before they start to wonder if it was something that they did wrong. Had he been pushy? Had he made you feel so uncomfortable that even after months of dating you didn’t want him? Or was it simply the fact that you didn’t find him attractive or arousing enough?

These thoughts swirled and tainted the most noble of intentions within Bradley. He so badly wanted you to feel the way he did about you, that it somewhat clouded his perception. Every sweet, bashful smile as you pulled away from him turned into a confirmation that there was something he was doing wrong.

Perhaps you were not a person who wanted what he wanted. He would be okay with that if that were the case, but as he pondered these possibilities in bed after a particularly nice day at the beach with you, he realized that the best way to go about it was to talk about it.

He smiled as he reminisced on your walk, feet bare in the sand. His heart did double-time as he remembered the way your eyes sparkled, and the way you’d pulled on his hand to draw him into the water with you. Covered in sand and salt water, the two of you had spent the majority of the day in each other's arms (when you were not indulged in very serious bouts of splashing wars) before retreating to Bradley’s home.

Which was how Bradley found himself perched on his bed after a nice shower to wash away the sand and salt, feeling content with the conclusion he had come to. The water was still running, as you were washing away the day as well, further fuelling Bradley’s thoughts. He was torn from them when you emerged, clad in a large, white, oversized silken button-up. It was rather old, and some of the buttons were missing. Your skin looked soft as it gleamed in the glow of the evening light. Looking at you, Bradley couldn’t help the soft smile that stretched across his lips as he raised his arms to signal he wanted you near.

Mimicking his smile, you happily straddled his lap, making yourself comfortable before holding up a small container that Rooster hadn’t noticed before.

“What’s that?” his voice was low, as if the energy of the room shouldn’t be disturbed by loud talking. Fingertips dipped into white cream, before gently ghosting across the skin of his face.

“It’s to soothe the skin, baby,” you explained softly, massaging the cool cream onto Bradley’s warm face. He hummed in reply, letting his hands grasp your hips, running his thumb up and down over the soft silken material. His eyes fluttered shut as you carefully made sure that every surface of his skin was carefully covered, even going down to cover his throat and neck.

“All done.” was whispered against his lips, punctured by the soft feel of your plush lips upon his. Your chest had fallen closer to his bare upper body, and the small container now found its resting place on his nightstand as your hands splayed on his pecs and shoulders.

You deepened the kiss, your tongue curiously exploring and wetting Bradley’s lips before meeting his own tongue slowly. Bradley couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as you pressed closer to him, your tongue so languidly moving with his own, couldn’t help gripping your hips just a little tighter at the small noises you were emitting whilst hesitantly rolling your hips against his grown hard-on.

“Sweets…” Bradley rasped, breaking the kiss. Normally, you would look down and look bashful, but this time your lips traveled across his jaw, fluttering over his pulse point as you hummed in acknowledgement. As you reached a particularly sensitive point and nipped softly, Bradley let out a low moan, his hands moving up your waist before they skimmed back down to let them rest on the globes of your ass. Kneading and grasping he groaned again, not noticing the way you had stopped kissing his neck.

Tensing ever so slightly, you sat up from your position, looking down as nerves fluttered restlessly in your stomach.

“Honey,” Bradley’s voice was soft “talk to me, please. Am I doing something wrong? Do I make you uncomfortable?” his fingers gently asked you to look him in the eye from their place at your chin. Blinking, a small crease formed between your brows.

“N-no, never! I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.” the answer came to you easy, spilling truthfully from your lips as you looked into your boyfriend’s amber eyes.

“Why do you ask that?”

“I can feel how tense you are sometimes when we’re like this… you always pull away from me darlin’, and I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page, okay? You can tell me anything. If I’ve done something, or if you just don’t feel like ever doing anything– or if I’m not, y’know, doing enough to turn you on–” he was rambling. He knew he was and yet he couldn’t stop; his worries and anxieties coming out in a way he didn’t want them to. He was almost thankful when you cut him off.

“Bradley, do you think I don’t want to have sex with you because you don’t turn me on enough?” if you weren’t feeling nervous butterflies in your stomach at the aspect of actually feeling ready for taking this step with Bradley, you would have laughed.

“I don’t know… Maybe? Mostly I’ve been worried that I have made you feel unsafe with me. Or that I’ve done something to make you feel as if you don’t want that part of our relationship like that,” it was Bradley’s turn to look bashful. Saying it out loud always made you realize how bizarre some of your thoughts could sound.

“Honey…” you smiled, leaning into your boyfriend again “I– I just… you know I told you how I haven’t done much?” Bradley nodded.

“Of course. I am in no way trying to rush you - I totally understand you may have had other experiences with sex before that makes this uncomfortable and–”

“No, Bradley.” you groaned “you don’t understand–” sighing, you paused for a moment. Maybe it would be better to spell it out. “well… honestly, I’ve never really had sex before–”

Silence hung between two lovers, Bradley’s brows raising slightly in surprise, a feeling of deep guilt settling uncomfortably in his chest.

“Honey… I am so sorry. I never meant– I mean, I figured you must have, you’re so out of this world beautiful…” Bradley looked at you, his eyes soft and filled with love. “I’m sorry, my darling, I just wanted to know if there was something I had done - I will wait for as long as you need,” he straightened up to place his lips upon yours in a soft kiss.

Shaking your head, you broke the kiss, smiling softly at him.

“And– I was kinda hoping you would teach me,” you finished your interrupted sentence, letting your fingers sneak into the hair at the nape of Bradley’s neck, tugging and twirling strands of hair there to ease your nerves. Again, Bradley looked at you with such adoration and love that it nearly took your breath away. His hands were back to soothingly rubbing your sides and hips, the way he held you making you feel precious and secure.

“Darling…” his voice was low but riddled with unspoken emotions, one of his hands moving to cradle your cheek “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want okay. I’m not going anywhere.” his assurance meant the world to you, but you’d felt ready for some time now.

Mulling it over as you first noticed that when the two of you had ended up entangled in bed, or on the sofa, it didn’t make you feel as panicked as it had in the beginning. It felt exhilarating now. It felt like something you wanted. Something you desperately needed with Bradley.

“I really want to.” your voice was firm in its choice, and Bradley sat up more from his position reclined against the headrest to be able to place his lips all over your throat.

“I really want you…” Bradley murmured against your skin as his lips skimmed over the parts he knew had you the most breathless. It drew the tiniest of gasps, followed by a high pitched whimper from you the way he spoke so huskily, so close to your ear, his warm breath momentarily dizzying you.

“Bradley…” you mewled softly “Please!” Bradley’s head was spinning from the sheer thought of loving you like this, but hearing your sweet plea made his breath hitch in his throat, his hard-on jolting slightly in his boxers at the words. Perhaps he should feel some type of embarrassment over that reaction, but he couldn’t find it in him to do so. Not when you were perched on his lap, clad in a loose fitting silken shirt, looking like the divines themselves.

“You say stop and we do, okay?” Bradley searched your eyes, and you nodded, tucking your bottom lip between teeth as anticipation swirled through you. “Gotta hear you say it, honey,” Rooster smirked, reaching up to gently let his thumb draw out your bottom lip from between your teeth. That single act had your breath hitching as he let his thumb trace your lip.

“I say stop and we stop.” you confirmed and Bradley smiled up at you

“Good girl.”

Blinking slowly, you took in the two soft spoken words that had drawn out the most sinful sound from your lips. “Oh, God,” you whispered softly, face heating up in embarrassment. Bradley gently shushed you, before letting his hand inch up your ribcage, his thumbs gracing the underside of your breasts.

“It’s okay, little dove. It’s normal to react this way, alright? Nothing to be embarrassed about.” his voice was so soft, so soothing, that it made you keen even more, needing him closer to you.

“You have no idea how much it turns me on to see you react to me like this…” Bradley wanted you to know that there was nothing shameful in the way you were reacting, and he desperately needed you to understand he never wanted you to suppress any sounds or feelings that might arise between the two of you. He wanted to see it all, hear it all, experience you and your love in its purest form.

His hands wandered ever so slightly further up, gently letting his palm encompass the swell of your breasts in his hands, eyes flitting up to yours to see your reaction to the advancement. Letting out a stuttered breath, you let your head tip back at the sensation of his hands warming the silk against your skin.

As Rooster gently kneaded and pressed against your flesh, another breathy moan spilled from your parted lips. As he let his fingers gently pinch at your pebbled nipple, you cried out, suddenly feeling the need to move. You rocked hesitantly in Bradley’s lap, and another relieved whine left your lips as his hard-on rubbed against your damp underwear.

“Fuck, honey… you’re so beautiful,” Bradley grunted out, trying to hold himself back and not grip your hips and grind you harder down on to him. He truly did believe you had never looked as beautiful as you were now, breath labored, skin glowing in the light that managed to flitter into the room, gently rocking against his lap. He whispered praises against your sternum as his hands slowly kneaded your sensitive flesh, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin as the shoulder of your night shirt slid down your arm to reveal your breasts.

Bradley took his time kissing and loving your chest, his large hands working up and down your sides, squeezing at your breasts before letting his tongue flutter over hardened nipples, teasing you as you let out soft, high pitched noises. Your brows were furrowed together, eyelids fluttered closed as you moved your hips down on him, panting slightly from the pleasure of his hard cock brushing your clothed clit every so often.

“So pretty…” Bradley murmured before he sucked one nipple into his mouth, groaning at the feel of his lips wrapped around your flesh, relishing in the cry it drew from you, reeling at your body reacting by collapsing closer to him, a hand flying to grasp and tug at his hair. You were pulling him closer, and your movement was starting to become a little frazzled as you were overcome by the pleasure Bradley was giving you.

“Brad–” you were gasping, almost clawing at the back of his head, not sure if you wanted to push him closer to your chest or tug him away. Squirming in your boyfriends’ lap you cried out again, whimpering softly over and over again as you felt his lips release the nipple he had been sucking on, moving to give the other some much needed attention. The cool air against your saliva slick skin had you mewling again. It was all so much, too much, it felt too good, it was dizzying and overwhelming, and Bradley’s hands were touching parts of you you didn’t know were sensitive and–

“Stop!” it was gasped, breathlessly as your eyes shot open, chest heaving before looking down at your boyfriends worried face.

“Too much?” Bradley cooed, reaching up to let his fingertips grace your cheek. Nodding shyly, you leaned into his touch, face heating at the notion that you needed a break.

“It– it was too good, I-I couldn’t…” you trailed off, not entirely sure why you had asked him to stop. There had been a pressure building and sparking in you, and it frightened you. The pleasure you felt when the two of you made out, when he touched you, it was tame in comparison. No one else had ever made that… pressure happen before.

Bradley shushed you softly, licking his lips and smiling softly up at you “S’okay, darling… we’re not in a rush, are we? And if you decide that’s enough for tonight, then that’s alright too.” he assured you, thumbs rubbing against your waist. He couldn’t help that his eyes flickered momentarily to the glistening skin around your breasts, an unfamiliar feeling swirling deep in the pit of his chest at the sight of his saliva marking your skin. It almost made him groan with pleasure, seeing himself on you in any capacity.

“No, I… I really want you. I truly feel ready, because I’ve been thinking of loving you like this for so long now…” you trailed off, again looking down at where your body sat on top of his, stomach flipping a little as you took in the sun kissed skin of his abs… and that dusting of hair that disappeared beneath his boxers. “I just feel a little nervous” you admitted in a whisper, not being able to help the fluttering nerves within your stomach.

“Don’t be nervous… I’ll guide you through it, sweet girl,” Bradley murmured, nudging his nose against yours before letting his lips slowly move with yours, taking his time to let his tongue taste yours, until your arms were once again wrapped around his neck.

“That’s it… good girl, keep going,” Bradley whispered against your lips as you again hesitantly rolled your hips against him. Soft mewls left you at his words, and Bradley couldn’t help but smiling into the kiss, filing away every reaction to his actions for later.

“Does that feel good?” he hummed as he gently gripped your hips, helping you find the right angle to let his cock catch at your entrance before sliding up to your clit. The silk of your panties was dark with your slick, and Bradley could soon feel it covering his own underwear too.

“Yes,” you breathed out, letting your forehead press against his “it– feels funny,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as that pressure started to come back, even stronger now. Bradley hummed low in his throat, one hand making its way between your bodies to put more pressure where you needed it.

“Bradley!” you gasped, body jolting slightly as his leaking cock head pressed harder against your sensitive clit. “It’s okay, baby… you’re alright, I’ve got you,” Bradley whispered as he kissed right below your ear, not stopping the slow but steady rocking of your hips.

“I feel like I’m gonna– gonna–” your trembling voice was interrupted by your small gasps and soft moans, again taking your plush bottom lip between your teeth as the sensation grew stronger.

“You’re doing so good, honey– don’t stop; just let go for me, baby,” it was as if you needed Bradley’s soft guidance and assurance, because as soon as he told you to, you could feel that pressure spiking, before it snapped and shot through your entire body. The pleasure coursed through your veins as you came with a loud cry, followed by small whimpers of Bradley’s name, burrowing your face in his neck as you whined softly and rolled your hips a couple of more times.

“There you go… such a good girl… are you alright, doll?” he’s murmuring softly and sweetly against your neck, your pulse thudding hard and fast against his warm lips. Lips that have curved slightly upwards as you cling onto him, fingers gripping at his slightly flexed biceps. You nod against his shoulder, placing a languid chaste kiss to his exposed skin.

“I’m– I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before” heat again spread across your face, and Bradley couldn’t help the way his chest filled with pride, and an unfamiliar emotion that stirred somewhere close to his abdomen. “Did so good, honey. Looked real beautiful for me,” Bradley smiled, gently holding your hair back from your face before pecking your lips. His hands roamed down your body, until his fingers played with the hem of your underwear. Snapping the elastic slightly, making you gasp, he chuckled softly.

“Can I take these off?” nodding, you felt anticipation roll inside you in stormy waves as the two of you moved your bodies so Bradley could take your underwear off. Bradley’s hands kneaded softly at your thighs as you settled back on his lap, his amber eyes searching your worried face. Licking your lips, you took in Bradley’s completely naked form. Sure, you’d seen naked men before, but nothing compared to the golden tan of Bradley’s skin - the ripple of his abs, the dusting of hair that traveled from below his navel to his pubic bone and– oh god.

You of all people was aware of Bradley’s size. He was tall, muscular, slightly burly, and his strong embrace always made you feel safe - whether he was lifting you and dropping you into the ocean earlier today, or if he made a point of helping you reach something high up (even if you didn’t always need the help) - but you hadn’t really used your imagination to be able to conjure this. Resting, hard as a rock, against his stomach, you wondered silently how on earth he would fit in you.

“Honey,” Bradley tried to keep from chuckling, smirking, or sounding too smug when he spoke “it’s alright. We’ll go as slow as needed, love. I’ve got you.” and you trusted your boyfriend, you truly did, but still - how?

As a distraction, Bradley’s ever working hands had snuck upwards, the pads of his fingers now caressing your sensitive clit, drawing a soft mewl from your parted lips. “That’s it, relax,” he murmured in encouragement as his fingers gently rubbed at your core, letting his middle finger slip further and further into your heat.

“Oh!” pitching forward, you rested your forehead against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder, moaning involuntarily at the feeling of Bradley pumping his finger in and out slowly, stretching and preparing you. It felt good, that one finger didn’t yet feel uncomfortable. It was when he added a second one that you whined a little and squirmed against him. His voice soothed you, and as he found a spot within you that had you gasping every time his fingers graced it, you found your hips slowly starting to rock against his rhythm to seek out more of the feeling.

“Bradley…” his name tumbled from your lips in a needy gasp as his lips attached themselves to the delicate skin of your neck. You could feel his hot, wet tongue glide over the skin, his teeth nipping slightly before letting his lips close over the area to gently mark your neck.

“Yes, sweetheart?” his reply was murmured against your skin, his mustache scratching lightly above your pulse point. “Think I want–” you paused “think I want you now…” it was strange how the words rolled off your tongue, embarrassment filling you up slightly at the admission, even with Bradley’s fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. The soft groan that reverberated from your boyfriend's chest made you squeak slightly in surprise, your walls clenching around his fingers as the sound spurred on your arousal.

“Alright,” Bradley withdrew from the crook of your neck, where he’d had his face nuzzled, to look you in the eyes, giving you a soft smile as his fingers too withdrew from within you.

“Do you have any condoms, sweets?” he murmured, tilting his head upwards slightly to place a chaste kiss to your warm cheek. Shaking your head no, you placed a soft kiss to his warm lips, admitting to him that you had been on birth control for some years now. You momentarily worried he might ask why you’d bother with contraceptives if you were a virgin. You’d rather not go into detail about how it can regulate your cycle. He just smiled, eagerly chasing your lips for another kiss as his hands stroked up and down your waist - where your silken shirt had created a halo around your midsection.

“Tell me again what we’d do if you said a certain word?” Bradley looked into your eyes, his brown ones calm and filled with a serenity you could easily get lost in, as his large hand gently held your chin. Licking your lips, you managed a small smile down at your lover as you sat straddled across his lap, his hard cock leaking precum all over that faint line of hair that drove you absolutely insane with want.

“I say stop and we stop.”

“Good girl,” at your slight shiver at the deep timbre of his voice, your boyfriend couldn’t keep his smirk at bay, loving how well you responded to his praise.

Large hands gripped your hips as you rose slightly to your knees, your own hands which had been alternating between gripping Roosters biceps, clinging onto his shoulders, or being wrapped around his neck, now fluttered hesitantly down his chest, over his abdominals and down to that tantalizing little trail… The sound Bradley let out sounded relieved yet also a little strained as you hesitantly let your fingertips grace the underside of his hard cock, following along the prominent vein that ran along it.

“Should I—” you licked your lips, gaze flickering up momentarily to his “should I touch you, before we..?” Bradley smiled softly and shook his head no “I am embarrassingly close to coming just from seeing you like this honey… it’s alright,” a soft smile spread on your lips as you still let your fingers curiously feel around your boyfriends hard shaft, feeling the ridges and veins, surprised at the silky feel of the warm skin. Humming softly you settled on letting your hands rest upon his shoulders again as he again gripped your hips to guide you into a position he deemed appropriate.

Bradley’s head was spinning as he positioned his cock against your entrance, gently dragging his swollen head between your slick folds, having to take shallow breaths as he heard your whimpers and mewls. He repeated this motion over and over, ghosting over your hole, alternating between stimulating your clit and the sensitive skin around your heat. Soon enough you were rutting against the underside of his cock, making him slicked with your arousal.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” Bradley groaned as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, desperately trying to get more of him. “Bradley! Please, please,” you whined, biting down slightly on his skin, drawing a deep moan from his parted lips. He let the very tip of his cock slowly enter you before he withdrew again, sliding his cock up towards your clit again. You had gasped and moaned at the short sensation, and Bradley could tell you thought you could take all of him with the way you were bucking your hips, trying to sink down on him.

“Slow down, baby… I’ll get you there, okay? Can’t take all of me yet…” he murmured against your temple, letting his lips linger there for a moment before he again lowered you slightly onto his weeping cock, the very tip breaching your core.

You were panting now, as Bradley stilled your hips on him, this time not withdrawing as he let himself dip slightly deeper into you. Eyes widening, you whined at the sharp sting of his girth stretching you.

“Shh, honey, you’re alright, I’ve got you,” his calm voice grounded you and you nodded against his shoulder. Bradley had done his best to prepare you, and you were thoroughly wet for him - but still, as he gently lowered you deeper onto him, tears sprang from your eyes at the sharp sting of being stretched by him.

“I’m sorry, love.” Bradley furrowed his brows as he gently guided you to look at him, wiping at the tears that had leaked from your lashes. “Do you want to stop?” he murmured, large palm soothingly stroking up and down your spine.

Even though the sharp sting wasn’t exactly comfortable, the feeling of his warmth, and the feeling of being so full still made your insides vibrate with feelings of love and arousal - a feeling that felt rather paradoxical in relation to the sharp stings you felt whenever you moved. Ultimately you spoke a tiny no, leaning into Bradley, seeking his solace and his safe embrace. Whenever you felt vulnerable, or were hurting, you sought out his safety.

“Being so brave, little dove… being my good girl,” Bradley cooed, letting his strong arm wrap around you, his other slowly moving downwards, gently letting the pad of his finger rest against your clit as he lowered you a few more inches, until finally you sat flush against him. Biting your lip, your fingertips dug into the skin of Roosters biceps hard as he shushed you and praised you even more, making your stomach flip and your heart stutter in your chest. You had no idea mere words could ignite such a fire within you.

Speaking softly to you, whispering praise and words of love into your ear, Bradley slowly let his fingertips grace over your back, down your arms, over your thighs, your breasts.. as his thumb gently swiped over your nipple, you let out a needy moan. Gently pinching, he drew out another whimper from you, and your breathing seemed to pick up again as he rolled it between his fingers, his palm massaging and kneading your flesh.

“S’that feel good, honey?” he smiled as you looked him in the eyes, biting your lip and nodding as you experimentally rolled your hips - scrunching your face up, you whined softly at the feeling of discomfort, which was soothed by Bradley’s quick, distracting hands.

Letting your lips crash against his, Bradley groaned as he used both hands to knead and pinch at your tits and nipples as you rocked slowly on his cock. Gasping and whimpering, you tried lifting your hips and sinking down again, finding that if you did it ever so slightly, it didn’t sting as much and it actually felt good when the tip of his cock hit that little spot inside you.

“Bradley!” you whimpered against his lips, his name slightly muffled. After the initial pain, you were reeling from the realization that your boyfriend’s cock was buried in your pussy, and he was letting you ride him slowly. Moaning, you leaned slightly back, taking in the sight before you. In your frenzy, you had messed up his hair, and his eyes were glossy with lust, lips slightly swollen. The setting sun was making his tan skin glow, and the freckles that had formed on his shoulders made him look all the more incredible to you.

“Fuck, god, you’re so fuckin’ tight… feel fucking incredible, Jesus, baby… I love you,” Bradley’s eyes were rolling upwards as you rode him a little faster, his cock pulsing with every slight movement you made.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words ghosting over his skin. Bradley let his hands wander from your tits down to the globes of your ass, squeezing and kneading your asscheeks as you moved up and down on his cock.

“Can I take over a little, baby?” he murmured into your ear, licking your lips, you nodded quickly, feeling Bradley’s grip on your ass tighten as he lifted and grinded you down against him. A gasp was quickly followed by a loud moan as he angled your hips ever so slightly, making your clit catch on his pubic bone. He sped up slightly, guiding your hips so they rolled and bounced slightly in time with his small thrusts, the head of his cock brushing that spot again and again, making you whimper and keen over and over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bradley grunted and groaned as he fucked you onto his leaking cock. He was so fucking close, you were gripping and clenching so hard around him, and he was sure he was going to blow his load soon. “Baby you feel so fucking good.. god, this tight little pussy was fuckin’ made for my cock, wasn’t it? Was made to be fucked by me,” Bradley grunted as he babbled, that feeling he felt earlier exploding in his chest at your needy mewls.

Growling, he took your loud moans as his go ahead to go just a little faster, fuck you just a little deeper. His one forearm wrapped around the curve of your ass as the other snuck up between your shoulder-blades, where he gripped the hair at the nape of your neck. A loud cry spilled from your lips as your eyes fluttered close, your body instantly relaxing and going almost limp in his hold as you moaned repeatedly. Growling, Bradley bucked his hips to fuck into you instead of lowering you down on him, and your needy cries made him almost black out with pleasure.

Soon, he heard you gasping, moaning and crying his name over and over in pleasure. “That’s it honey, tell me who’s making you feel good.. who’s fucking this tight little pussy of yours so good,” his words made your eyes roll back into your head, and with a cry of his name you came for the second time, your slick creating a creamy ring around the base of his cock as he fucked you through the first orgasm you’d ever experienced with someone inside you.

Whimpering and mewling, the waves of pleasure didn’t stop coming, it just kept going as Bradley’s cock pumped fast and deep into your wet cunt. Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, a wet sound that you found rather arousing, and your labored breaths and moans.

“Babe, god I’m so close,” Bradley moaned, holding you tighter to his chest as he gasped, his cock and balls pulsing with the need to release. “Should I pull out?” he wasn’t all together sure he could. “No!” you whined, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. You’d never felt like this before. Your chest was swirling with the need to keep him close, keep him inside of you, you never wanted him to leave.

“Need you, Brad, need you!” you could barely form a full sentence, your words sounding more like whimpery babbles. At your pleas, Bradley grunted and groaned before he swore loudly, his hips bucking before his cock twitched and his release spurted deep within you.

Feeling his warm seed spilling in you, your eyes rolled back slightly again as you moaned. Bradley’s whole body was shuddering as he ground you down against him, his balls tightening again and again as he released ropes upon ropes of his cum deep in your pussy.

Sweaty bodies tangled together as you slumped forward against his heaving chest, your own breath labored and unsteady. Nuzzling into his pecs, you could hear and feel the way his heart beat hard inside his chest. “Love you,” you murmured, kissing at his sternum. Rooster’s large hand caressed the back of your head as you both came down from your highs.

“Might hurt a little when I pull out…” he murmured against the top of your head, and you let out a dissatisfied whine whilst pouting.

“Are you okay, honey?” he continued, and you smiled and nodded, feeling perfectly content as you laid in the safe arms of your lover, having just given him all of your love, and receiving all of him and his love back.

AHHHHH fuck this one took forever to finish, and i'm not entirely happy with the ending - but i hope someone might enjoy it still<3 please let me know what you think! i'm always open for constructive crit <3

special thanks to coley and em for helping me through my writers block and cheering me on<3

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw smut #my writing #smut

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naturesapphic · 7 months ago

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May I request a lady dimitrescu x insomnia reader, Like sometimes the reader won’t sleep at all and Alicia helps them fall asleep?

Insomnia

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings:

It’s another one of those nights again where your insomnia was really kicking your ass today. You were lying awake in the shared bed you had with your wife alcina dimitrescu and you were watching her sleep soundly. You were jealous that alcina could fall and stay asleep so easily while it took you a long time to sleep or you just don’t get to sleep at all and feel tired all day.

You slowly got up and out of the bed and decided to get a glass of warm milk, usually drinking warm milk helps you get a bit drowsy which makes you fall asleep. You just hope that it will work tonight. When walking, you decided to check in on your three daughters and found them sound asleep in their separate beds.

Smiling to yourself, you closed the door and went downstairs into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the milk. You poured some into a cup and heated it up for a little before carefully placing it on the counter to pour some raw honey into it and stir it around. You slowly drink it as you stand in the kitchen looking out the window, watching the moon.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder and you turn around to see your sleepy wife looking down at you. “Draga? What ever are you doing down here?” Alcina asked with a groggy voice as she rubs her eyes gently. “My insomnia is making me not sleep so I thought I could go down into the kitchen and fix me some warm milk with some honey to see if that would help me.” You explained to her.

She cooed at you and gently lifted you up into her strong embrace without spilling your drink and walked upstairs with you. “What are we doing alci?” You questioned her. “I’m going to help mea dragostea sleep of course.” She answered as she walks through the doors of y’all’s shared bedroom and put your cup down onto your nightstand.

She tucked you into bed and went into her side and instantly brought you into her arms. You laid your head onto her soft chest and she started running her fingers through your hair as she started to sing softly to you. You started to feel sleepy as her delicate fingers and voice made you fall into a deep slumber. You could always count on your sweet alcina to always help you, even if it’s falling asleep.

A/n: as I don’t have insomnia I hope I didn’t offend anyone who has it and if I made something up or wrong let me know! :) I hope @neicey2005 and the rest of y’all enjoyed it! Remember Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

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tlouadditc · 1 year ago

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ride, cowgirl.

cowgirl gf oneshot.. abby x f!reader

warnings: smut w/o plot, 18+ [MDNI], softdom!abby, sub!reader, riding 😫, strap usage [r], strap is referred to as abby's cock, country abby [yeehaw!!], lots of pet names, mommy usage

a/n: i was listening to frank ocean [pyramid, duh] and i thought abt this so i wrote it LOL also farmer/country ass gfs are hot thx !! okay hope u guys enjoy

smut under the cut :3

"attagirl, there she goes."

your hands grip abby's shoulders, holding on for dear life as you bounce up and down on her cock. you've came twice by now, and now she's making you ride her. small, pathetic whimpers leave your mouth as she praises you, forcing your hips back onto her lap. "c'mon, darlin', you got it. jus' a liiiittle more."

"abs, i-i can't," you cry, body starting to get tired from the repetitive motion. her warm, but rough hands soothe your aching thighs. "oh, hun," she shushes, planting small, gentle kisses on your cheeks. "it's okay, i got you."

abby wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer than ever. she turns her attention over to your flushed face as she runs her fingers through your hair.

"here, m'gonna take care of you, mkay?" she says softly, making eye contact with you. you simply nod and bury your head into the crook of her neck.

she thrusts up into you, hard and fast. god, the way she did it almost made you scream her name. you tighten your grip on her shoulders, wailing in her ear about how deep she's inside you.

her hands grip your hips, keeping you in place. "fuck, i swear i can feel your pussy," she says in awe, moving one hand from your hip to hold the flesh of your ass. "so fuckin' tight, shit."

you're completely fucked out, head blank with pleasure, eyes rolling into the back your head. abby looks at you, smirking before shifting her attention back onto fucking you. "that's right," she coos. "let mommy fuck you right, darlin'."

she holds you still while she thrusts in and out of you, releasing squelches into the house you're in. cries and wails fall out of your mouth, making abby damn near drip. your sounds are like music to her ears- if she could listen to them on repeat all day, she would.

you feel the knot in your belly, threatening to unravel any second now."holy fuck," you sob, "m'cumming, mommy, fuck-"

"go ahead, cum for me, baby."

all at once, your vision goes blurry and your cunt squeezes around the silicone. abby moans with you, slowing down her thrusts as you come down from your high. when you're done, your legs are weak and trembling. she chuckles and slowly removes her cock from inside you.

"such a pretty thing, did so good f'me," she coos, analyzing your face as she cups your chin. she gives you a small peck before saying, "lets get you cleaned up, doll."

#tlouadditc #abby anderson smut #the last of us smut #tlou fic #tlou2 smut #abby anderson x female reader #lesbian

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qtboni · 1 year ago

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cowboy simon x f!reader???

I don't know what else to add, it would be nice if it was smut yk??

I just saw a video where a masked man dressed like a cowboy aslo he still has a naked torso and he is so tall and in very good shape and when I saw this video for some reason it reminded me of Simon

(sorry, english is not my native language, sorry if there are any mistakes!!)

HAI ANONNIE !! OMIGEE COWBOY SIMON IS SO HOT !? like he can yeehaw me every damn time wtf ☝️😍

╰﹒ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon indulges you in your pretty lil fantasies <33

C/W: MDNI. smut w/ fluff + dom!simon riley, sub!f.reader, petnames (love, baby, pretty girl), lotsa teasing, neck kissing, lil manhandling, lil belittling, lotsa praises, thigh riding, humping, clit stimulation, aftercare

W/C: 1.9k

"You're so easy to please, love," Simon chuckles as he had you in a state where you were unable to move, or speak, or even think rationally. Not after when he had obliged to indulge in your naughty little fantasies of being fucked by a cowboy in the late night hours. You could only let out a whimper for him.

You claimed you were joking. But you weren't, really. You had been dropping little hints about those fantasies all the time, asking if he would be up for a cowboy roleplay in the bedroom. He had grumbled a "sort of" agreement when you asked if he was down for it, but you hadn't realized he was really on board for it.

That is, until now, when you found yourself sprawled on your back on the bed, completely weak under his touch.

Simon was dressed with a black cowboy hat atop his head, a sexy red bandana encircling his neck, a thick cowboy belt wrapped around his hips, and dark jeans hugging every curve of his delicious thighs. And to top it all of was his famous skull mask, hiding his face. No shirt. No top. He was beyond shirtless. And my gods, were your pussy right now is dripping with need when you looked over at his abs.

You find your heart racing and your hands trembling as Simon leans in, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Do I make you nervous?"

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of him being so close, his warmth and presence filling you with a sense of exhilaration that's hard to contain.

"...Yes," you whisper breathlessly in response, your voice dripping with need. Your heart is pounding with excitement, and your body feels on fire with desire as you look into his eyes.

You watch as Simon moves closer, his lips ghosting gently over your throat as he kisses your neck. Your mouth parts and you moan softly, your body tensing and shivering with arousal as he lightly nibbles on your sensitive skin. Your breath quickens and your heart beats faster, overwhelmed by the thrill of it all.

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you pulled him close to you, desperate for more of his touching. Your body responded to his kisses, jolting with pleasure as his lips nibbled down your neck. Your hips writhed and squirmed under him as he suckled on your sweet spot.

The heat was building up inside you as Simon's kiss roamed down to your shoulders, and your entire body was buzzing with sensuality. You were lost in pleasure with each sensation of his touch, and the world around you seemed to fade away that you fail to notice Simon pinning your hands above your head.

Simon whispered softly to your ear, "Always so obedient for me, hm?" while he suckled on the skin under your ear. You couldn't help but to squirm and whine with need, your needy whimpers begging him to make you feel good. It made his cock painfully throbbing with need.

Simon's raspy chuckle drove you mad with arousal, as he licked a long striped line from your neck to the base of your ear, leaving a wet trail. You moaned and tried to move your hips to relieve your aching pussy, but Simon firmly gripped your hips and held you still, his touch driving you mad with lust and desire.

"Behave."

Your mind was swimming with pleasure as you looked into his half-lidded eyes through the skull mask.

"Please..." You tugged on the red bandana wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to you, intending to kiss him. But Simon's hold on you was strong, and he pulled you back, his teeth digging into your ear.

You cried out, but the sound was quieted when Simon's mouth covered yours in a hungry and rough kiss. His tongue plunged deep into your mouth, exploring in a demanding and passionate way. He broke the kiss only to move his lips back down your neck to suck and bite your skin, his touch driving you wild with lust.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he continued exploring your mouth with his skilled tongue. You sighed softly as his passionate and rough kisses sent waves of pleasure through your body. But the sensation was not enough, and you wanted more.

You pressed your body against Simon's, your hands roaming along his chest and thighs as you yearned for satisfaction. But Simon had other plans, and rolled you over so that you were now on top of him.

"Ride me, pretty girl," Simon mumbled against your ear, his voice raspy with desire and need. He was looking up at you, his eyes blazing with passion as his hands gripped your hips. You felt your body shiver with arousal, as you moved your hips to hover just above him.

With your naked pussy pressed on top of his bulge, you started to grind down on him, your hands planted on his pecks. You let out a soft moan as the friction made you feel wetter.

"No, baby, ride my thigh," Simon purred with a low chuckle, as he stopped your hips from moving, gripping at it hard. His voice was filled with heat and lust, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled you closer to him, his touch gentle but firm as he guided your hips to glide along his thigh. You let out a moan of pleasure as this felt even better than before.

"Good girl," Simon growled as he continued to guide you in grinding down on his thigh using his arms. His voice was raspy with lust, and his words were an encouraging challenge as his touch grew more intimate. You let out a moan of pleasure as you felt your legs trembling with excitement. Your hips slid along the curves of his thigh, and his touch sent electrifying shivers down your spine.

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered in your ear, "You like that, don't you, baby?"

You mewled when his fingers trailed up your back, sending warm tingles all over your skin. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself becoming lost in his touch. You couldn't resist grinding against him harder, craving the pleasure he was providing. With each movement, you felt your desire building stronger and stronger.

"Simon.."

His lips curl into a smirk as he hears your plea, the desperation in your voice fueling his own desires. He moves his hands from your back, letting them trail over the sides of your body, his touch light but lingering. He can feel how your cunt was completely drenched with your precum, seeping through his jeans, leaving a wet spot in its wake.

"You're doing good, baby," Simon groaned as he grabbed your waist tighter, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going," he whispered eagerly, his grip firm and his touch thrilling as you continued grinding down on his thigh. The sound of his encouraging words, and the feel of his presence made your body squirm with enjoyment.

"I'm trying, Si'.. Please." You breathed heavily and moaned softly, as Simon coaxed you into grinding down harder and faster into his hard thigh. His hands gripped the sides of your waist firmly as he made you move even more quickly.

"Better," he breathed softly in between pants, his words filled with praise and encouragement. The sensation of his firm thighs in contrast to your weeping cunt made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Groaning, Simon grabbed his black cowboy hat from his head and placed it on to yours, smiling seductively.

"You're so hot like this, baby," he said in a low, raspy voice. He looked into your eyes with a knowing smirk, and his touch made your skin tingle and the heat build up inside you.

Wanting to indulge into his fantasies too, you placed your hand on top of the hat and smirked at him as you grinded your hips harder. You watch as Simon's grip falters and tosses his head back to the feel of your cunt rubbing on his now stained jeans.

With every frantic thrust you did, your eyes fluttered with pleasure as the trail of fire reached your lower stomach, the familiar sensation making your thighs tremble. You sobbed out on to his shoulder, lazily nuzzling into his neck, seeking comfort and support.

Simon bit back a moan as he heard your sounds, his cock already twitching with desire. He wanted this moment to be special for you, but the sight of your pleasure was enough to overwhelm his senses and stir his primal urges. He had to have you.

As you breathe heavily into his neck, you feel his hand gently caressing your back, feeling the tension and tightness in your muscles as you collapsed onto him.

Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, and you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. Your breath was shaky as you were in a state of pure bliss and satisfaction, and Simon's gentle caresses felt like a comforting hug.

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he whispered gently as he lifted you from his lap and laid you on the bed. His caresses continued as his breath brushed over your neck, sending a tingle of pleasure down your spine.

Your muscles felt relaxed and loose, and your body was breathless from the wave of pleasure you just experienced. You felt languid, and in a state of contentment and bliss. His gentle caresses felt wonderful against your skin.

Simon softly kissed your forehead and smiled gently at you, his touch still sending chills down your spine. You were breathless and content, and every moment with him felt like a dream. So it was a blur when Simon cleaned you up with a wet towel, your body still trembling from passion. He wiped away the cum, as well as the rest of the arousal on your thighs.

He had also tenderly rubbed out the sweat and the redness on your face and neck with gentle caresses as helped you feel clean and fresh again. When he was done, he lay down beside you on the bed, and pulled you close to him, putting the cowboy hat on the bedside table.

"Did so good for me, hm?" Simon said gently as he cupped both your cheeks and looked into your eyes, making you smile. The love and warmth in his gaze made you feel comforted and safe, and you could feel your heart beating faster with excitement at the thought of being with him.

You hummed in agreement as your eyes fluttered in slumber. Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, but a small giggle came out from your mouth as you mumbled out, "You'd be a great cowboy.." With your body completely relaxed and content, you let yourself go and slipped into a deep sleep in his arms.

Simon laughed softly at your sleepy statement, and bent to kiss you on the lips, carressing your cheek.

"Sure am, love, with the prettiest cowgirl in my side."

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moodboard not meant to be a physical description of reader, just her vibes/clothes

western au! dark!outlaw!Joel Miller x f!prostitute!reader playlist part two here

My contribution to dead dove December hehehe. I love dead doves so I'm very happy to participate! @romana-after-dark

Summary: You work at a brothel that operates above a saloon in your town. Joel is the leader of a group of outlaws that come periodically to collect payment and wreak havoc. One visit, you catch Joel’s eye and he decides he has to have you.

word count: ~5.6k

DARK, dead dove: minors dni!! rough smut, prostitution, reader gets called a whore, sexual slavery, being bought/sold, angst, being owned and considered property, descriptions of men being violent with each other, Joel is possessive and very dominant, reader is very submissive, stockholm syndrome. dubcon, reader obeys but she doesn't have a choice. It's only gonna get darker from here mamas. Unprotected sex, STDs don’t exist in this universe, yeehaw. No use of y/n

A/N: Prepare for light old timey language. Yeehaw shit, in my heart I am a wild west man. Also I have no fucking idea what kind of money they used in the wild west so I just wrote gold coins lmao. Reader doesn't necessarily have a specific accent but she talks like an old timey western person, reader is just a girl in the world, god bless her. set in old west California LAWLESS LAND CALI WAS CRAZY BACK THEN BRUH

You tried to even your breathing as you hurriedly did your makeup, slapping your powder onto your face frantically. The other girls scurried around you, the collective energy was tense and you all shared a feeling of anxiety that was rising as the minutes ticked on.

The bar always went into a frenzy whenever Joel Miller and his men rode through town. You hadn’t been working here for that long but you’d already been here long enough for their visits. His men were animals, every girl dreaded it when they came to the brothel.

Joel and his men are shameless, getting drunk in the saloon and picking fights, riding through town and plundering all the folks living there, demanding "payments" in the form of money, food, jewelry, anything they could find that was worth taking. Payments that the people of your town made so that he would let them keep living there. He made it clear that we could wipe out the whole town if he wanted to, leaving you a people without anything. And that's if he left you all alive.

You hadn’t been living in the town that long. After your father died, you set off west with a man who you thought had loved you. Things had fallen out with him when you finally reached California, and he had left you all alone in this scary new world.

Luckily the people of the town had taken you in, but your shelter and safety came at a price. When you arrived, you had nowhere to live, no money, nothing.

The town brothel seemed like the only solution. You had a place to live, a job, a community. You made peace with having to let men defile you. Most of them were nice enough and your pimp took good care of all of you.

This world was cruel, you did what you needed to do to get by.

You adjusted your breasts where they sat in your low cut dress, pushed up by your corset. You fixed your hair and adjusted the garter on your stockings.

“Well at least we look nice.” A voice snapped you out of your deep thoughts.

You turned and tried to muster a smile for your friend, Anna-Leigh, who was pinning up her blonde curls.

She clocked your fear and reached out her hand to take yours. You couldn’t look at her because if you did you’d cry, and you couldn’t afford to smudge the black pigment you’d put on your eyelashes.

“I know you don’t want to, honey.” She said softly, “But we’ve gone through this before.” Her southern accent never failed to soothe you.

You nodded,

“Yeah.” You sniffled.

“They’re gonna do what they always do, we just gotta deal with it and then they leave.” She said firmly.

“And if they really give us trouble, Mr. Polk will put a stop to it right quick.”

You nodded a little more confidently, remembering that your pimp, Mr. Polk kept a gun on his hip every hour of the day.

No longer able to delay the inevitable, you took a deep breath, and followed your friend and the other girls out of the vanity area and down to the saloon.

Walking down the stairs, you analyze the chaotic scene. You’ve managed to understand how to navigate it so as to not cause any trouble. Keep your head down, be a good girl, let them do what they want and then they leave. Your pimp paid you all extra whenever Joel's men came through. Sometimes he’d give you all new dresses, it does make you feel better but it does little to ease the aching between your legs that persists whenever he and his men visit.

You all disperse and walk among the crowd. Usually most girls will immediately go and talk a man up but now you all just stand around awkwardly, letting men approach you and take you upstairs, or just take you right down here.

You’re taken upstairs a few times by a few different men. And later on, you’re sitting in a very drunk man’s lap down in the saloon with your breasts out, smoking a cigarette. He's playing a poker game and slowly losing everything.

Your eyes scan your surroundings: men brawling, naked women bent over, their legs splayed open. The usual.

Through the clamor around you, you can feel his eyes on you.

Joel Miller.

You'd seen him before, and his cold gaze had made your skin crawl.

You knew he was dangerous and you’d heard the stories about him. You’d never talked to him, only seen him when he came by. After making his rounds through the town, he’d just sit at the bar and drink as his men ran wild. To your knowledge, he didn’t even have sex with any of the girls.

You tried to avoid his gaze but you could feel his eyes on you through the thick haze of smoke. It wasn't fair that he was so handsome, weathered from the desert sun. His soft brown hair was laced with gray, just like his short scruffy beard. He looked like could've been a man that was kind, if it wasn't for the dead stare in his eyes. Meeting his eyes you could see how cold blooded he was, how merciless.

After a while, Joel instructed his men to gather everything up. The barkeep and your pimp seemed like they couldn’t wait to get rid of them, their regulars bloodied and slumped over, the bar a mess.

You were pulling the top of your dress back over your breasts when you spotted Joel speaking to your pimp, who was looking distressed. Your stomach churned. That couldn’t be good.

You were on your way up the stairs when you heard your name being called, panic flooded your system.

You turned, frozen. Your heart was pounding as the other girls ran by you.

Anna-Leigh tugged your arm, "C'mon!"

You turned and the only thing you could do was shake your head.

"What's wrong?" She asked, confused.

Your pimp, growing impatient, walked up the stairs and grabbed your elbow, dragging you down.

"I know y'don't want to." He grumbled, "But I'm not bein' given much of'a choice."

Your feet dragged on the wood as you struggled to catch your footing. Did Joel suddenly decide he wanted to fuck you? Mr. Polk yanked you over to him.

Joel's broad form towered over you as you approached. You felt small under his gaze, you'd never been this close to him before. You took in his scent of desert dirt and sweat. His broad shoulders, hulking biceps and soft stomach stretched his stained white button down. The fringe on his cowhide jacket swayed as he took his hat off his head and ran a hand through his graying curls.

You stood looking up at him, eyes wide. He looked down at you without a hint of warmth and grabbed your arm roughly, spinning you around.

You gasped at his touch and anticipated to be bent over and have your skirt hiked up. Instead he just looked at you and turned you back to face him. He made an approving grunt and nodded his head.

"Yeah." His voice was deep and gruff, "This one."

He reached into his bag on the bar and pulled out a sack that he let fall open, gold coins falling out all over the counter.

You started to feel sick.

"Give you this for her." He said casually.

A spike of fear bolted through you.

"W-what?"

Your pimp sighed and turned to you,

"Go get y'things honey."

"What?" That felt like all you could say, "N-no."

You turned to see Anna-Leigh and the other girls staring at you. Your friend looked just as terrified as you felt. Tears freed themselves from your eyes.

"God damnit girl I said go get your fucking things." Mr. Polk yelled and gave you a shake. You looked at Joel who simply nodded his head up, as if telling you to go upstairs.

You sniffled and ran up the stairs, your sobs breaking through as you graced the landing and echoing as you flung yourself into your room.

You hiccuped as you threw your few belongings into a suitcase, everything blurred as you cried.

You were only able to get a few items packed before you broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

You suddenly felt the arms of your friend wrapping around you as other girls gathered around you, all stroking and hugging you.

You blinked back tears and tried to speak but you couldn’t. They just held you as you all cried. There wasn’t really anything they could say to make things better anyway.

You gasped and shuddered, trying to catch your breath. Anna-Leigh took your face in her hands,

“It’s okay, baby, breathe.” She said, tears falling down her face as well. You shook your head and kept crying.

Your pimp appeared in the doorway, looking mournful as he held his hat in his hands.

“How dare you!” Anna-Leigh screamed at him from where she held you.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking down, “It’s either her or they take all a’you. Destroy the bar, hell maybe even the whole town.”

You cried harder, realizing that there was truly no way out of this. If you didn’t go with Joel, you’d be damning your sisters. You let out a final anguished cry before you got up shakily and continued to pack your things. You went down to the bar which was quiet, the men all watching with bated breath.

Mr. Polk escorted you down and you walked over to Joel again, whose smirk made you nauseous. You looked down at the floor as one of his men took your bag from you.

“Alright sweetheart.” Your pimp murmured, “You be good for Mr. Miller now.”

You nodded as tears ran down your face silently.

“Move out.” Joel addressed his men.

It hit you again that you were really leaving and you started sobbing again.

“No please!” You begged your pimp, “Don’t let him take me please!”

Joel reached out and grabbed your arm,

“I ain’t got time for this girl!” He sneered and ripped you away.

“No…” you cried as he dragged you along.

Anna-Leigh ran up and hugged you one last time. Joel let her, but made an irritated noise and squeezed you painfully when she took too long.

She pulled away and grabbed your face in her hands.

“You can do this.” She said, her voice breaking, “You’re gonna be strong.”

You hiccuped and shook your head,

“Be strong ok?” She nodded at you as Joel finally wrenched you away.

“That’s enough!” He barked, “I’ve already been mighty patient with you folks. Stop fuckin’ testing me!”

Everyone stared at him, silent and full of fear.

You could only cry harder as he dragged you outside. He picked you up and set you on his horse, untying its reigns from the post.

“Hey!” You heard a voice call out and turned on the horse to see one of your drunken regulars, stumbling towards you,

“Thas’ my favorite whore!” He slurred, “My favorite fuckin’ whore, y’can’t-“ he hiccuped and stumbled. The people of the town shuffled out of their houses to watch the action.

Joel smiled at the man coldly,

“That’s your favorite whore, huh?” He asked, standing over him. He rolled him over with the toe of his boot.

“M-my whore.” The man warbled.

Joel didn’t really know why but white hot rage shot through him. He inhaled sharply and stomped on the man’s face, hard. He heard you gasp from the back of his horse which only ignited him further.

“She’s my fuckin’ whore now!” He yelled and spat in his face.

Fueled by rage and power, he turned to his right hand with an idea.

“Get me the rope, John.”

The man writhed on the ground, moaning and clutching his face. Joel approached the back of his horse with the rope, making you shuffle back in fear.

“Relax darlin’ this ain’t for you.” He breathed and tied the end of it to the saddle. Then, he turned to the man and bent down, tying the rope around his hands above his head.

You watched in shock and heard people around you, whispering.

“Alright!” Joel said after he was done. He got up onto the horse in front of you.

“Hold on baby.” He said softly and you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his middle.

Adrenaline coursed through him at the thought of the freedom of the mountains, of riding out of this stupid town with a pretty girl on his horse and a worthless drunk at his mercy. He turned to see John, who was giving him a knowing smile, the one he always gave him before they rode.

“Let’s ride.” Joel said, his voice gravelly like the desert sand. Before you could blink, they urged their horses onward and took off at high speed. You couldn’t help but let out a little scream as you startled and grabbed at him.

Your noise of shock was substituted by the agonized screams of the man being pulled by Joel’s horse. Begging and crying just like you had earlier.

You turned and watched the town get smaller, Anna-Leigh stood at the front of the crowd and gave you a pitiful wave. You looked down and saw the bloody body of the man.

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned back around, whimpering as you buried your face in Joel’s broad back.

Your tears stained his jacket as you rode away from the place that you had made your home. Towards a terrifying, shackled future.

As you journeyed on, you sat behind Joel on his horse, your hands clinging to his weathered leather jacket. His silence only made you more uneasy.

You feared for what the future held, gone was the stability of the brothel, the protection of your pimp. You were in a lawless land with a man who answered to no one. You’d heard the stories about Joel Miller, about the things he’d done.

You didn’t know how he’d treat a woman, if he’d be rough or gentle. Or if he’d throw you to his men. That was what you were the most afraid of.

You traveled for hours, eventually setting up camp as the sun began to set. As the air grew colder, Joel passed you a thick blanket to wrap around yourself. You sat in front of the fire with him as his men kept themselves occupied.

You brooded as you stared into the fire. You were still kind of in shock. This man had taken you away from everything, your life was gone. You didn't know if you were ever going to see your friends again.

You didn't realize, when you'd started spreading your legs for men, that this could happen. That you could be bought and sold like cattle.

You were scared for life with this godless outlaw. You didn't even know where you'd be living. Would you just sleep out in the desert like this? Would you spend the rest of your days being pounded by vicious men into the hard, dry earth?

"Want ‘sum meat?" Joel's gruff voice broke you from your thoughts. You turned to him apprehensively. He held out a piece of dried meat, offering it to you.

"Go on."

You slowly took it from him and took a bite like a scared wild animal. It was pretty good.

"Thank you." You said softly.

Joel looked satisfied with your response, you were both quiet for a while longer until you finally couldn't help yourself.

“Is this uh…” You spoke and he looked over to you, the fire casting sharp shadows across his handsome features.

“Is this how you normally live?” You finally asked, hoping you weren’t being disrespectful.

Joel shook his head after a moment.

“We’re travelin’ now.” He said, “but we got a place, nice and comfortable for a lady.”

You smiled a little bit at that last part.

“Thank you sir.” You wished you didn’t sound so scared, “I was just curious.”

“S’alright.” He grumbled out and began focusing on whittling a piece of wood.

The journey was hard but you tried your best to keep up. Joel never raised his voice at you, he didn’t really talk to you all that much in general. He hadn’t even touched you yet either. It seemed he was focused on getting everyone home.

His strength and capability drew you to him, but he still scared you.

After days of traveling, you finally reached where he and his men lived; a small grouping of cabins a mile or so away from a small village. It was just as well, since the sun was beginning to set over the horizon.

You still weren't sure what to think. Joel has been gentlemanly towards you so far. He still scared you though. His smoldering silence made you more uneasy than any unsavory man you'd ever encountered. He kept all his cards concealed, barely spoke, only when he needed to. His calm felt like that which preceded a storm, he commanded respect.

You didn't know what to expect from him.

You entered one of the larger cabins with Joel. It was nice, modest, and smelled of carpentry and tobacco. He set down his lantern on one of the wooden tables and dropped your things down with a slight groan.

His men unloaded everything, then they all nodded at each other and all left, closing the door and leaving you with Joel.

He moved purposefully, picking up wood from a corner and moving to the fireplace.

"Need to get a fire goin'." You heard his deep voice in the near darkness. The shadows thrown on his broad back made him seem even larger than he already was.

You didn't move, unsure of what to do, not wanting to make him mad.

After a fire was crackling he moved towards you silently, the wood creaking under his heavy footsteps. You resisted the urge to shrink away from him.

He was so close to you now, right in front of you.

"You were a real good girl on that trip." He said, his gravelly voice soft, the sound immediately went to your cunt and you were shocked at how aroused you suddenly became.

You weren't sure what to say, you kept your eyes down, your hands behind your back.

He held your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him.

"You need to keep bein' good." He said, his tone a warning, "You don't cause any fuckin' trouble, you do what I say."

You felt breathless, the feeling of his hand on your face setting you on fire.

"Yes sir." You said quickly.

He smiled softly, "Good girl." He said gently and, to your shock, leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You gasped a little.

"Remember," His voice was still soft and velvety, "I own you now." He gripped the back of your neck tightly, "That means you're mine and I decide what to do with you."

You swallowed the dry lump in your throat. You wanted to cry. You never liked being a prostitute, but at least at the brothel you were free, not a man's property. At least, you thought you'd been.

But Joel had paid for you fair and square. You were his now.

You whimpered a little at the thought and he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back,

"Answer me when I talk to you girl." He spat.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry!" you choked out.

Seeming satisfied, he let go and patted your cheek, then moved away. It felt like you could finally breathe.

"I'm gonna get us some supper ," He said, "You stay here, make yourself at home."

With that he was gone. You stood in the single room cabin, your heart rate finally slowing down.

You looked around, the place was big enough, it felt cozy. There were some old chairs by the fire with a small handcrafted table in front of them.

The other side of the room had a big soft looking bed, then there was an area to the right with pots, pans and other things for cooking. Besides a small room off to the side with a basin of water and a cracked mirror, that was it.

It wasn't much, but it was nice. It felt normal. There were blankets everywhere. Cotton, knitted, animal hide, what have you.

It all made you feel a little better, but not by that much.

Joel came back in and gathered fixings for dinner. He had you both sit in front of the fire outside along with his other men. You all sat on logs gathered round. His men were boisterous and shameless as usual, but they only did so much as leer at you.

The food was pretty good, and you appreciated the hot meal.

When you shivered a little bit, Joel slipped off his fringe jacket and put it around your shoulders. You looked up at him and couldn't help but smile a little. How sweet, how...considerate.

He looked down at you, and smiled back. The wrinkles around his brown eyes became more pronounced, making his normally dead piercing gaze softer, kinder. A warmth bloomed in your chest.

After dinner was done, you both returned to his cabin. He cleaned up as you got comfortable, changing into a long, off the shoulder white cotton dress that held your breasts nicely.

You settled into his bed. It smelled like wood, tobacco, whiskey, him. The blankets and pillows were soft and you tucked your legs up, opening your diary. Beginning a new entry, you didn't even know where to start. Your entries were definitely going to get more interesting.

You wrote for a while before you heard a man enter the cabin. Looking up, you saw Joel and began to stand up but he put up a hand, stopping you.

You watched him walk over to the fire, his knees creaking a little as he bent down and threw a fresh log in.

He sighed and slumped back in one of the chairs, kicking off his boots, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shirt.

You observed him for a while, his beautiful hooked nose illuminated by the firelight, his hair looked soft, his tough expression relaxed a bit.

You finally lost interest and returned to your diary, desperately trying to explain to it how you came to be in this situation.

Joel took swigs from his flask and worked on his whittling as you wrote. He liked the peacefulness, he liked that there was a pretty girl in his bed. You had come with him so easily, been so obedient. Sure, you'd been upset initially, but he hadn’t expected you not to be.

You'd been good, so far. You followed his orders and you were thankful for all the things that he gave you.

Compliant little thing.

He suddenly got an idea.

You had already covered two pages in writing when he called your name.

You sat up quickly and set your diary on his bed, slid off and walked across the wooden floor until you were in front of him.

“Yes sir?” You asked, your heart pounding slightly.

“Take off your dress.” He said quietly.

The command caught you off guard and you froze for a moment.

“I-what?”

“Take off. Your dress.” He repeated flatly, “Wanna take a look at what’s mine.”

His words both made your stomach hurt and your pussy ache. It felt like your feet and hands were going numb.

You took him in, his hard stare, the yearning and darkness in his eyes. You realized you had been fooled earlier tonight by his chivalry.

You swallowed and nodded, you were used to this business. You took a deep breath and untied the top of your dress, letting the bodice fall loosely around your chest. You gathered the fabric and pulled it over your head. You weren't wearing any undergarments so as your white dress billowed to the ground, you were left completely naked for him.

You heard him make a noise of approval and he nodded, smiling.

"Knew you were a good girl."

He eyed you up and down. His gaze made goosebumps erupt on your skin, causing your nipples to harden as he examined you. He stayed in his chair, his legs spread. You could see his bulge straining against his jeans.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your cunt...maybe Joel Miller would be gentle with you?

He finally stood up. Looming over you, he ran his large, rough hands over your arms, then your stomach and finally, up to cup and squeeze your breasts.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, Joel chuckled softly,

"I know baby," He rasped, "You've been waitin’ so long, been so patient."

You nodded quickly, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. Your complete submissiveness to him was due to his power, but you couldn't help but feel a little excited for this strong, terrifying man to take you.

"Go get on the bed for me."

"Yes sir." You said softly and he let out an almost inaudible groan. You walked over to the bed and laid on your back, immediately spreading your legs.

Joel laughed a little and shook his head as though in disbelief,

"Damn, I picked the right fuckin’ girl didn't I?"

He sat on the bed beside you as you lay, your pussy still on display for him, your arms on either side of your head.

Completely his, ready to be taken by him. It kind of shocked you that you had surrendered and accepted this role so quickly. But then again, you didn't have much of a choice, this was the easy way.

"Damn." He sighed as he let his eyes fall over you. He took his time touching you, slowly playing with you. You let your eyes flutter shut as you let him explore you, taking in his newest possession.

He touched you everywhere, except where you needed him most. You squirmed and whimpered, moving your hips to get his fingers anywhere near your wet cunt.

Joel quickly landed a harsh spank on your pussy and you cried out.

"Cut that shit out." He growled, "You're gonn' take what I give you and be a grateful little whore."

You nodded quickly.

"Say it."

"I'm-I'm gonna be a grateful little whore."

"Thas' right."

His thick fingers dragged through your dripping cunt and you let out a moan. He drew closer to you, inhaling the dizzying scent of your arousal and spreading your slickness up to your clit.

"Joel..." You whined and rolled your hips against his fingers.

"Good girl," He said huskily, "Jus like that."

He moved his fingers faster and you moaned and arched your back. No man had ever taken his time with you in this way.

You felt the pleasure wash over you and you let your moans echo around the cabin freely. You'd learned it wasn't a bad thing to be loud, your old pimp had always told you it was good advertising.

After taking in your reaction to that, Joel shifted his focus and curiously buried two thick fingers into your cunt. You moaned and gasped at the way he stretched you, it felt fucking amazing.

"Joel!" You cried out and rocked your hips in time with his hand. Following his movements and somehow doing exactly what he wanted.

He liked how responsive you were, how obedient.

He pulled his fingers out of you without warning and you whined at the sudden emptiness.

Joel got on his knees on the bed, towering over you. He pulled his shirt off and undid his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his cock.

You audibly gasped when you took in the sight of it and he laughed a little.

"What? Not expectin’ me to be this big?"

"I-no-sir I didn't-I mean-" You stuttered.

"S'alright sweetheart." He murmured, "You wanna touch me?"

You stared at his thick manhood. You had no idea how fucking big it was, you reached your hand out and wrapped it around him, your fingers just meeting each other around his girth.

Oh fuck.

You whined and pumped his length, spitting on it and letting it spread over him.

His cock was beautiful, powerful and imposing, resting rock hard and heavy between his strong thighs. His balls hung heavy, his dark hair running wild up to his round stomach.

You sighed, contentedly.

Joel smirked, his large hand resting on the side of your head, cradling you as your hand worked him.

You looked up at him submissively, your eyelashes fluttering. Joel moaned at the way you pleaded for him without even saying anything. You were like a siren. He'd known you were the one the minute he saw you down in that saloon.

He suddenly pushed you back, roughly. Making you yelp out in surprise as your head hit the soft pillows. He looked at you hungrily and grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you landed on your stomach, bouncing up off the bed a little.

He yanked your hips up so you were on your knees, grunting and breathing heavily. You moaned and arched your back, spreading yourself for him.

You felt the head of his cock swipe through your folds and your heart raced with anticipation. He took a sharp inhale before slamming into your cunt with a snarl.

"FUCK!" You cried out, not expecting the sudden burn or stretch. Even with how wet you were, his massive cock split you open.

You gasped and whined as Joel kept himself buried in your pussy, groaning as he rocked his hips, getting harder and more forceful.

You let yourself become undone by him and he started sliding out and slamming into you more, getting faster and more enthusiastic.

He grunted and breathed heavily through gritted teeth as he pounded into you. He threw his head back, using his grip on your hips to move you and fuck your pussy. The way you moaned and screamed for him only spurred him further, abusing your cunt.

He was in control. He bought you, he owned you, you were his whore. Forever.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned, gasping as those thoughts brought him even closer, along with the squeeze of your cunt.

You couldn't even speak, your face was pressed into the pillow as you cried and drooled. You'd lost track of how many times you'd come, just letting yourself be used by him at this point. You couldn't deny that it felt amazing.

Joel leaned over and put a paw-like hand over the back of your head, crushing your face into the bed as he leaned over. Putting his weight on you, he used that to fuck you even harder.

Your cries were muffled and you almost couldn't breathe. Joel's thrusts became sloppier and you heard his breathing turn into desperate moaning. He finally came, thick ropes of cum shooting directly into you making you gasp and moan. The men at the brothel were never allowed to cum in you. If a girl got pregnant, she either got it taken care of or she was out.

But you were Joel's now. And Joel was the one who decided what happened to you.

He fucked his cum into you more, causing it to spurt out. Then he pulled back, you took a deep breath and relaxed onto the bed, his cock still keeping you plugged up.

"That's right baby." He murmured, "Good girl."

You let out a beautiful whine, your cunt tightening around his cock as he stroked your hair away from your face.

He sighed as he knelt over your limp form, his cock still keeping his seed in you.

You didn't move, When he finally eased out of you gently, you winced and cried out at the loss.

"I know, I know." He said softly, petting your hair.

He grabbed a cloth and wiped at your cunt, getting most of the mess cleaned up. When he decided that was good, he eased your hips down and turned you over.

You wriggled into a comfortable position, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling up at him shyly.

He smiled at you again, the same one he'd given you at dinner. His normally cold eyes looked warm and safe.

You slipped your hands up around his neck, your eyes falling down to his lips under his scruffy beard.

He ran the rough pad of his thumb over your cheekbone,

"Such a good little whore." He said softly, then he leaned down and kissed you.

His lips weren't pressed against yours for that long but it still sparked electricity through you.

He pulled away and breathed out a laugh, "Alright, let's try an' get some sleep now."

"Yes sir." You said softly.

He put out the fire and the lantern and stripped off his pants before getting under the covers with you. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him, his softening cock pressing against your ass.

He buried his nose in your hair, each hand covering your tits, keeping them warm.

You nuzzled into his hold, you couldn't remember the last time you'd been held like this. You turned around and buried your face in his hairy chest.

You had…liked that. You really liked it. You knew how wrong this all was. You knew that to him you were just a whore, his property, but…maybe you could make peace with that? Maybe Joel Miller would be a good owner.

You hated that you were even thinking that.

His large hand rested on your back, holding you close to him as your exhausted mind finally succumbed to sleep.

THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU

This is my first Joel fic AND my first dead dove fic which I didn’t think I’d be able to write but I had sm fun writing this!! Thank you to @toxicanonymity and @romana-after-dark and all the girlies with their scary Joels who inspired me🖤

YEEHAW LETS RIDE🐎🐎🐎

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