#Also air con is a fucking dream

[writingwisterias]

Still dreaming?

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Dub-Con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sonomphila, Needy Leon, Degradation Kink, Rough sex, Pure Smut - Little to no plot, Light Orgasm denial, Dom Leon, Sub Reader, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Leon comes home all needy and desperate but you aren't wearing the underwear that tells him it's okay to wake you up with what he craves

A nice smutty birthday fic for @friedtofu4 ! If you don't say happy birthday I'll steal Leon all for myself

Tired didn’t even cover what Leon felt today, the pain lingering throughout his body would be enough to kill a man. The fact he’s even walking after the injuries he sustained was impressive to everyone in the office. Their constant staring was proof enough of that. The orange glow of the sky had faded by the time he finished his drive home, replaced by the flickering of the streetlamps that guided his way to the house from the driveway. He wished he called you tonight maybe an orgasm or two would wash away the lingering thoughts of Ada. The one night they shared was more of a complicated dream; one that always seemed nice but the more you thought about it the more nightmarish it became. She always did leave a bad taste in his mouth unlike you. Your sweet innocence, still yet to be tainted by the horrors of the world was enough salvation he needed to get away from it all. He didn’t even bother turning the lights on as he walked through the house. He knew where he was heading it was muscle memory at this point. 

He didn’t fail to notice the soft glow on the wall as he approached his bedroom, the muted sounds of people talking also filling the silence. If he had checked his phone he would have known that you were waiting for him, hoping to catch him early like the good girl you were. You had caught his clipped tone as he called you letting you know he landed. Whilst those types of phones never normally lasted long they certainly weren’t 30 seconds. So using the spare key he gave you ‘in case of emergencies’ you went to his house. Waiting for him to return so you could give him a proper welcome home. If only he didn’t stop at the bar on the way home - you would have been awake to give him the greeting. 

Upon seeing your frame in his sheets his body eased, the tension in his muscles fading. Your perked little ass peaking out in greeting as you swung your leg over the plush bedding. The sight only was enough to make his blood run south, his already fuzzy brain now overflowing with the need to sink into your warmth. It was like the universe heard his pleas for a pleasant fuck his entire ride home, for you to be greeting him in his favourite shirt. You didn’t react as his hands landed on your hip, pushing the fabric that covered your lower half up. Your skin was always so soft against his rough hands. He sighed at the sight of the underwear…the wrong colour underwear. Frustration quickly replaced the lust. You were going to greet him like this and not even give him the pleasure of sinking into you - betting on the idea that you would be awake when he arrived. 

He should have waited, or at least tapped your cheeks until you woke up for him but the throb in his trousers was becoming too persistent for him to ignore. He knew you were a deep sleeper anyway so that wouldn’t work. “Fuck it” he grumbled. The air escaped the duvet as he sat down to undo his boots each one dropping to the floor with a loud thud. His belt was next, making sure the cold metal tapped against your thigh. Still no flinch, no movement. His trousers dropped as he stood up, his tip poking through the fabric of his boxers, stretching it thin with the strain. 

He groaned in relief as he finally freed himself, his cock thumping against his stomach as he touch it. It wasn’t soft, not in the slightest. It hung heavy, pointing eagerly towards your sleeping form. It swayed as he approached the bed, his hands easily manoeuvring you into the correct position. His shirt hiked up enough to expose your breasts. Your lips were parted letting out soft snores, your eyebrows pinched together for just a moment before easing back into their usual state. He could see the darkened gusset of your underwear, your arousal making the fabric stick to you. It was wrong for him to do this he knew it. He was the one to suggest the stupid rule, the colour coding of your underwear to ensure you always consented. 

But he couldn’t help peeling away the fabric exposing your beautiful cunt to his needy cock. His fingers gathered some of your juices, ensuring to play with your clit to help you rise from your pretty little dreams. You didn’t have anything to worry about maybe that's why you looked so peaceful as you slept—looking like a perfect angel on his sheets, a gift from the heavens in thanks for all his hard work. He often found himself wondering what you dreamt of. If his cock pleases you in your dreamscape just like it did in real life. 

Leon could help but take in one of your peaked nipples, sucking on it harshly as his cock began to prod at your entrance. The tip slowly enters the tight hole with little resistance however he watched as your hand began to rub at your eyes. Allowing them to ease with the bright light of the TV as you slowly woke up. “Leon?” You mumbled blinking up at the form that now hovered above you. “Silly girl, couldn’t even wait up for me to get home” He grunted as he began to inch inside, your walls fluttering as you welcomed him. Your head moved back against the sheets, arching your body ready for him to go deeper. “Had to help myself to you. Even though you don’t have the right colour on. Silly girl” 

You saw the underwear where he discarded them to the side of the bed, the black lace staring at you instead of the pink you should have worn. Guilt washed through you, you tried to make it perfect. Picking out his favourite shirt, lying on the bed with your ass perfectly on the display of the door but you forgot about the rule, hoping to stay awake to receive his greeting in a less hazy mind. You mumbled against the soft bedding before, pouting your lip out pathetically hoping he would believe you. Leon liked you this way, your body was easier to bend in the way he wanted. Your whines were always drawn out and at a higher pitch. It was like his own little porno, a live viewing as he watched his cock cram into your tight cunt. 

He should have been more gentle, not gripping bruises into your hips. Leaving fingerprints on your plush skin. He shouldn’t be forcing your breasts to bounce at the speed they did as his pelvis slammed you up the bed but it felt so damn good. Too damn good. “If I hadn’t seen the little display you put on me, I wouldn’t have realised you actually wanted it” He grunted into your ear. You didn’t fight it, graceful accepting his brutal pace as your punishment. The pain of his hips slapping against yours turned into pleasure the deeper he hit. The tip of his cock caresses the entrance of your cervix. 

Leon smirked at the sight of you, sprawled on the bed beneath him. Your bottom lip is red and raw from tugging on it. Your eyes were still shut as small mumbles spewed out of your mouth. You still weren’t fully awake, probably assuming this would have been a really good dream. The type that used all your senses and the throbbing need of your clit in the morning. “Not even awake yet are you? Yet still in your lucid state, you are pathetically needy for my cock” 

You whined in response, words failing you as the pleasure began to increase. Your clit was pressed against the soft layer of fat he was slowly building in his older age, the whisps of hair that decorated it adding even more friction against your twitching clit. “I like you this way, so fucking easy for me to take my frustrations out and you just take it like the whore you are” His words only swirled in your head adding to the dizziness that was already there. One of his hands moved to pin your own above your head stretching your body out in front of him. Leon’s lips latched onto one of the peaked nipples sucking on the flesh harshly, his teeth biting into the sensitive bud smirking at the small gasps that would leave your lips. 

Even in your sleepy state, you were close, he could tell. Your walls gripped at him like a vice it became harder to move his hips as you sucked him in. 

You were always so tight, so wet just for his cock…he didn’t even warm you up like he normally would. He watched as tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist drawing him closer to you and trapping him in your sweet heat. He loved it. Craved it. He thought about it every chance he got, spilling himself on the sheets of hotel rooms. How he found you he didn't know, how he got you so obedient to his ever sexual need and desire. It was a fucking miracle, a gift. Leon let go of your wrists, tracing your lip with his thumb smirking at the drool that now drenched the digit. 

His thrusts slowed, the pleasure that had built up now quickly fading. Your hips grind against him desperately to keep it burning. Your protests came out in a jumbled mess, your sleepiness still preventing them from forming properly. “Come on look at me as you cum love, I want to see those pretty eyes” 

His grip was firm on your chin as he redirected your face to look at him. Your cheeks squished slightly. He smiled at your teary eyes as they met his, the glossy look causing his cock to twitch inside you. “There you are” 

Leon began to piston his hips again, the pace slowly increasing to the speed in which he was doing before. He kept your face there, watching as the tears spilled out the corners blending in with the few strands of hair that lay messy around the pillow. Your eyebrows contorted in pleasure as you finally felt it again. That searing white hot pleasure that made your lower half go just as fuzzy as your head. It was sweet that despite your current headspace you knew you still needed to wait for his permission, to allow yourself to let go. Your whimpers turned into moans. Matching his own as he felt you clench and flutter around him. Your nails dug crescents into his skin, leaking red lines in their wake as you clawed at him in begs. In hopes, he’ll permit you to do what you want. 

You almost missed his nod if it weren't followed by the words you wanted you hear. Your orgasms shattered through you. Your thighs shook around his waist their grip loosening as your muscles relaxed almost like he had just fucked you back asleep. Your soft whimpers and pants caused him to finally spill inside you. His load warmed you up just as you slept peacefully once more. The tension finally faded from his shoulders, the aches in his muscles gone for just long enough he could relax.

Leon didn’t pull out of you, his cock still snug inside as it softened. Instead, he admired you, your frame. You were so precious, so innocent for him. Begging for his attention, giving up your own when he accidentally snapped on the phone earlier. His life was shit, growing worse as he aged each year. His lifelong work contract growing more demanding adding more trauma to his already tired shoulders. You were simple compared to the other things in his life, consistent and simple. A divine treat after a job well done. Neither of you minded that was all you could be, your relationship would never grow from that. Mutually understanding the sex was all you needed to get by. 

And in his complicated world…simple looked pretty good wrapped around his cock like this. 

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: Rafe finds out about some of your darkest fantasies and decides to bring them to life.

— warnings: smut! 18+ non/dub con, kidnapping, rafe chases reader through the woods, bondage, open-mouth gag, breath play, edging, fingering, ass play, biting, forced blow job, knife play, forced unprotected sex, forced creampie, spitting, slapping, spanking, branding, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise kink, sir kink, possessive!rafe, sub!reader, dark!rafe. (is this considered DDDNE?)

— note: my book series has sparked the DARKEST parts of my mind… please read all warnings carefully! this is a work of fiction! if you’re uncomfortable with anything in the warnings, DO NOT READ. DO NOT READ UNLESS 18+ !!

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❥ run, little one— r.c

Y/N

“Run, little one! ‘Cause when I catch you, you’re going to wish I hadn’t”

Rafe’s voice booms through the dark woods, my pulse is racing, blood rushing to my ears, nothing but the sounds of my heavy breathing and ringing fill my ears. My eyes scan the length of the woods, I have no clue where I am, and i’m terrified, but i’m also soaked.

Thoughts of what Rafe would do to me when he catches me have my panties dripping with my arousal, pussy pulsing with need. It may be fucked up, but the fear of the unknown, the thought of the pain he’d bring me is what got me excited. The pure rush of adrenaline, not having a choice in anything, him being forceful and rough with me— it excited me.

The sound of a branch snapping behind me makes me gasp, my feet taking off through the woods again, running, hoping I can find anywhere to hide. I take a turn, thinking i’d finally lost him but a loud scream is ripped from my chest when I run into something hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me and making me fall right on my ass.

“Shhhh, don’t worry princess, ‘m gonna take good care of you” Rafe whispers in my ear.

I feel something slapped over my mouth, preventing me from screaming and then my vision goes black. My eyes rip open, realizing i’d been dreaming, but now i’m not. My face is covered by a black hood, duct tape over my lips, making unintelligible noises fall from me. I hear the sound of metal clanking, and Rafe roughly forces my arms behind my back, crossing them before slapping handcuffs on and tightening them so tight they pinch at the skin of my wrists.

Rafe lifts me from the bed and tosses me over his shoulder. I begin pounding at his back as best I could with my restrained fists, screaming into the duct tape, trying to fight for him to put me down, but it’s useless.

A harsh slap is landed across my ass cheek, exposed by the short sleep shorts i’d put on before my nap, making me whimper from the contact.

The sound of a door opening and closing makes me jump, the cool fall air hitting at my skin and sending goosebumps up my body. What is he doing? Where is he taking me? I was terrified, but I was also ashamed at how soaked I was, my pussy throbbing as he carried me outside and to God knows where.

I hear him open a car door, my body being tossed into the back seat before he slams the door shut and hopping into the driver seat.

I hear the truck pull out onto the road, the windows rolling down and letting the cold air slap at my bare skin. I try my best to roll onto my stomach in the seat, my handcuffed wrists pinned underneath my back uncomfortable and making me whine.

I try and shout through the tape some more, wanting answers as to what was going through Rafe’s mind, but my body sags into the backseats, remembering it’s useless, my mouth is literally taped shut.

“Don’t worry, little one. We’re gonna have some fun”

I whimper at his words as he turns the radio in his truck up, “Church” by Chase Atlantic the last thing I hear before my mind goes blank.

-

RAFE

I pull down the long and over grown driveway, the large cabin that’s sat abandoned for few years finally coming into view. I smirk to myself, my eyes glancing up into the rearview mirror to see Y/N laid still in the backseat. She’d finally stopped whimpering and squirming about thirty minutes into the drive, probably made herself pass out, she was exhausted, and I had woken her from her nap to have some fun.

My girl doesn’t know it, but i’ve been reading her dream journals, her diaries, getting an inside peek at her dark and dirty mind. My girl wants to be chased, wants to be bound and gagged, having any choice or control taken from her. She wants me to be forceful with her, she wants me to hurt her, make her cry, make her beg me to stop— when her mind and pussy are really begging me to continue.

She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight, and the thought of her whimpering, unable to see, speak, breathe, tell me no. It had my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans.

I pull the truck to a stop, shutting the engine off and hopping out to open the back seat door. “Time to wake up, little one. Let the fun begin” I whisper in her ear, the weight of my body pressing down on her bare legs.

She begins squirming in the seat, the sounds of her muffled cries filling my ears, blood rushing to my already painfully hard cock. She must have thought she was still dreaming this whole time, and waking up — completely stripped of her ability to see or speak — She must be terrified again, exactly how I want her.

I carefully scoop her body into my arms, her head and legs trashing from side to side as unintelligible noises fall past her lips. I walk us into the cabin, glancing around at everything i’d set up, i’d been planning this for weeks, getting everything i’d need to have some fun with my girl. There’s a large mattress sitting on a metal bed frame pushed against the wall, laid out on it are ropes, an open-mouth gag, a silky red blindfold, various toys, and a long paddle whip that has the word WHORE engraved into it.

Smirking to myself, I continue walking through the old cabin and out the back door. When I finally decide we’re far enough into the woods, I set her body down on the ground, removing the black hood from her head and yanking the duct tape from her lips.

Her eyes rip open, going wide as she whips her head around, taking in her surroundings. “R-Rafe? Where- Where are we? Why did you fucking kidnap me?!” She shouts, a small look of fear in her eyes.

I smirk, “You’ll get a five minute head start, little one” I pause, watching in amusement as her chest heaves up and down, my eyes scanning over her plump breasts as they threaten to spill out of the small top she’s wearing. “Hope you can run fast, and hide well. Because if I catch you, you’re mine to use however I want”

She begins struggling to stand, her wrists still cuffed behind her back making a fairly simple task more difficult. I watch her struggle for a moment before I bend over and grip the inside of her left arm, jerking her to her feet. She winces when rocks and twigs begin stabbing at the bottoms of her bare feet, “Rafe! This isn’t funny, undo the cuffs, I wanna go home”

“Now, now Y/N.. I’ve read your dream journals, your diaries. I know all of the sick and twisted dreams and thoughts you have. I know exactly what you want me to do to you, why should I deprive you of what you want?”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head, her face turning a deep shade of red, shame taking over her features when she hears the words that slip past my lips. I take a step toward her, and she flinches back, but it doesn’t stop me. I reach my hand out, the pad of my thumb running over her mascara stained cheek, “No need to be ashamed, we all have our kinks baby” I pause, placing my hand on the back of her head and pulling her forehead into my lips, kissing softly at the skin before I pull back and whisper, “Now run”

-

Y/N

“Now run”

His words make my heart begin hammering in my chest, my body turning as I begin running through the dark woods. I’m dodging trees, trying not to scream out in pain as twigs, and rocks and God knows what else stabs at the bottom of my feet.

My ears begin ringing, my head throbbing when I come to a stop, trying my hardest to catch my breath. My head whips from side to side, trying to find anywhere to hide, but all I see if acres and acres of woods. The sound of a twig snapping close by makes me take off running again, I run and run, afraid to stop. I shouldn’t be so turned on, but I am. Part of me wants to get caught, wants to let him use me however he pleases, but the smallest part inside me that says to keep running wins.

I come to another stop after what felt like hours of running, my back pressed against a tree. My throat is sore, lips and mouth dry from my heavy breathing. I peek around the side of the tree, but all I see if darkness. I let out a sigh of relief thinking i’d lost him for the time being, but that thought is quickly gone when I feel rough hands grabbing the backs of my arms, twisting them in an uncomfortable way, making me scream out in pain.

“Caught you” I hear Rafe say, voice low and raspy.

I begin kicking and screaming, trying to push myself out of his grip, but it’s no use, he’s got me in a tight hold. He lifts my feet from the ground, tossing me over his shoulder as he begins walking through the woods. I don’t stop fighting, my body thrashing in his hold. “Rafe! Rafe stop!” I shout, but he ignores me, continuing his way through the woods until he finally comes to a stop.

“Time to have some fun, yeah?” He asks. He lands a harsh slap across my ass again, making me whimper from the contact, the sting his hand left behind making my pussy throb.

He walks us up some stairs, and into an old house. The house smells musty, the air stale, and the floors are covered in leaves and trash. “Where are we?” I ask softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“This, little one, is our playroom” He says simply, tone of voice void of any emotion.

I let my eyes trail upward, finding a large bed on a metal frame pushed against a wall. My heart begins pounding, the loud thump of my own heart the only noise I can hear in the moment. He has the bed laid out with ropes, a wooden paddle, a few toys, an open-mouthed gag, and a red blindfold.

My mind tells me I should be afraid, but my body doesn’t react that way. My nipples harden underneath the thin fabric of my small shirt i’d tossed on earlier, panties now soaked, likely dripping with my arousal.

Rafe uses one hand to tightly wrap around the underside of my knees, keeping me in place on his shoulder while his free hand begins moving the things on the bed, clearing an open space for me to be laid down.

Once satisfied with the now open space on the bed, he flips me off his shoulder and onto the bed, my still handcuffed wrists pinning beneath me on the bed, making me wince in pain. I watch him intently as he makes his way toward a small table that’s off to the corner, grabbing the rope he’d just removed from the bed.

He makes his way to the end of the bed, grabbing my right ankle and tying the rope around it before securing the other end to one end of the metal bed frame, moving to my left ankle and repeating his actions. Satisfied with my bound ankles, he digs into his pocket, digging out a key that I can only assume belongs to the cuffs that restrain my wrists. He grips my by the top of my head, fingers tightly fisting at my hair and yanking me into a sitting position, sticking the key into the lock of the cuffs and undoing them.

I bring them to the front of my body to rub them. they’re now red and sore from how tightly he had them on my wrists, but he quickly pushes me onto my back, “don’t get too comfortable, little one” he says, a smirk plastered on his beautiful face while he climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. He harshly grabs my left wrist, pulling it above my head and reaching over to the table to grab the other set of rope he had. He pins my wrist against another metal bar, tying my wrist to it before moving to my right side and copying his actions.

He climbs off of me, his bottom lip between his teeth as his darkened over eyes scan my body. “Fucking gorgeous” He whispers, and my body jerks. I instinctively try and yank my wrists down, making the rope dig into them, making me pathetically whimper.

Rafe walks back over toward the table, pulling his tightly fitted black shirt over his head and tossing it down. I can’t help but let my eyes trail over his perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen. He grabs the open mouthed gag off the table before slowly making his way back over to me. I try and fight my restraints again, but stop when he harshly grips at the back of my head, yanking my neck up and forcing my eyes on the ceiling.

“Don’t fight this, princess. Okay?”

I whimper out an “okay” before he lets my head go, my neck returning back to a normal forward facing position. He brings his fingers to my slightly parted lips, pushing them inside my mouth and down my throat, making me gag around the thick digits before he pulls them out. “Keep your mouth open”

I obey, keeping my mouth open as wide as I could get it while he places the circular part of the gag into my mouth and behind my teeth. He pulls both sides of the leather straps around my head, buckling it together and tightening it so it’s secure. He pulls back and admires his work, my mouth spread wide open, hands and legs bound to the bed frame, spread open wide for him to use.

“Perfect” He says, the corners of his lips pulling into a smirk.

-

RAFE

The sight before me is like something straight out of my dreams. She looks so fucking gorgeous like this, her arms and legs tied to the bed frame, spread wide open for me to use, her mouth gagged, but still open wide for me, allowing me access to shove my cock down her throat, spit into her mouth, shove my fingers into her throat. I trail my eyes from her beautiful face down to her glistening cunt, she’s fucking soaked for me, ready to be fucking used.

I climb myself onto the bed, her arms and legs jerking, pulling the ropes tighter into her smooth skin. Drool is running from her mouth, down her chin and onto her plump breasts, whimpers and whines falling from her as she continues to try and fight the restraints.

“Keep fighting Y/N/N, I want you scared. I prefer it actually, it’ll make forcing my cock down your throat and in your cunt that much more fun”

I reach over onto the small side table and grab the blindfold, the sounds of her whimpers bouncing off the walls of the old cabin, making my hard cock pulse. I crawl up the bed, sitting between her spread thighs and bringing the blindfold up to her face. She whines, shaking her head from side to side, but I grip her cheeks harshly with my left hand. “Stay still” I demand, and she quickly obeys, stopping her movements, her beautiful, wide eyes staring back into mine.

I quickly place the silky material over her eyes, bringing the two ends around the back of her head and tying it as tightly as I could.

Her breathing picks up, chest heaving up and down rapidly once i’ve taken away her sight once again. I smirk to myself and reach into my back pocket, pulling out my phone and turning the back camera toward her trembling body, snapping a quick picture of her before locking it and tossing it to the table.

I reach into my other back pocket, pulling out a pocket knife and flipping it open. I hear her whimper at the sound of the knife opening, her arms jerking downward some more as she spews unintelligible words from her drooling lips. I bring the blade down to her inner thigh, running it up the length of her leg until it reaches her clothed pussy. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” I say lowly before bringing the blade to one of the leg holes of her shorts, slicing upward until the material pools by the sides of her legs.

My eyes find her cunt again, staring at the wet spot that’s soaked through the pink lacey material. “My girls fucking soaked, you like having no control?”

She whines, her head slowly nodding. I bring the blade back up to the waistband of her panties, running the sharp end across her stomach before I cut her panties off of her body as well. I tap at her thigh, ordering her, “Lift your hips, little one”

She quickly does as I say, lifting her hips as best she could off the mattress, allowing me to pull the now ruined shorts and panties from underneath her. Tossing the shredded material to the floor, I bring the blade back to her pussy, flipping it so the blade is in my palm. I run the handle of the pocket knife through her slick cunt, running it up to her clit and applying a small amount of pressure. Her hips buck forward and I take my free hand, pushing her hips back down and holding her in place. I run the handle back down to her folds, slowly pushing it into her pussy, stopping when the entire handle is inside of her.

She begins whimpering, her chest heaving and head rolled to the side as I begin pulling the handle from her cunt, pushing it back inside of her just as quickly. I love the way her body reacts to me, the way she’s letting me fuck her with the handle of my knife, my filthy fucking girl loves this shit.

I continue to fuck her with the handle of the knife and her body begins shaking, her legs tensing as her restrained fists ball above her head. “That’s it baby, let it out, cum all over the handle of my knife”

She begins panting, drool running down the sides of her mouth and down her chin, soaking her chest as she comes undone, her cum soaking the handle. I slowly pull it from inside her, bringing it to her open mouth and shoving it inside, running it up and down the length of her tongue, coating her mouth with her juices. “Good girl. Taste yourself, you did such a good job f’me, little one”

I pull the handle from her mouth, her head flying forward and chasing it, making me breathe out a laugh. I quickly flip the knife shut and sit it on the small table. I stand from the bed, and my hands pop the button of my jeans before moving the the zipper. I slide the rough material down my legs and to my ankles before kicking them to the side. I palm myself through my boxers, trying to relieve some of the pressure I felt from just staring at her like this, thinking of how she just came from the handle of my knife, it has my head spinning, my cock throbbing.

I shake my head, shoving my boxers down my legs and kicking them to the side as well before climbing back into the bed, her breath hitching in her throat when she feels my presence on the mattress again. I bring my hand to her face, wiping at the fresh tears that have fallen down her face, smearing more of her mascara on her face. I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, it’s soaked in her drool. I push my thumb into her mouth, and she instinctively tries to close her lips around it, but fails, the metal part of the gag keeping her mouth open wide for me.

I lean myself into her, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “‘M gonna fuck your throat now, little one, and you’re going to fucking love it”

-

Y/N

His words whispered in my ear send goosebumps down my body, my more breathing erratic than it had already been. I try and swallow, but fail, the gag in my mouth making it difficult to do anything but drool all over myself. He’s barely touched me, and I can guarantee I look like a fucked out mess.

I feel his hand on my cheek again, his waist now straddling my chest as he runs his thumb over the length of my face and lips. He shoves two fingers down my throat again, holding them there as I gag around them. Pulling them from my throat, he demands, “Stick your tongue out” and I quickly obey, sticking my tongue out for him. I feel him spit into my mouth, the saliva hitting the flat of my tongue, and sliding into the back of my throat. I bring my tongue back into my mouth, and wince when I feel a harsh smack landed across my face.

“I didn’t say you could do anything, tongue back out. Now” Rafe says, tone harsh and demanding. I quickly push my tongue back out, the swollen head of his cock slapping against it as he groans.

I feel him slide his head into my mouth slowly and he moans, the feel of the circular metal part of the gag in my mouth squeezing at him tightly. He continues to push himself further into my mouth until he finally reaches the back of my throat, his swollen tip kissing the back of my throat making me gag. Saliva pools in my mouth, drool running down the sides of my lips when he begins slowly pulling himself back out, slamming his hips forward again. I gag around him, trying to swallow the saliva in my mouth, but I can’t, the gag makes it hard to do anything.

He places one hand on my cheek, his free hand moving to the back of my head and gripping at my hair, his grip tight and bruising. He quickly settles on a harsh and quick pace of his hips, pulling himself back and slamming his pelvis into my face. My mouth is forced open wide for him, allowing him to fuck my throat with ease. He begins grunting loudly, his hips stuttering before he quickly pulls his hips back, spit flying from my mouth as I cough and gasp, trying to catch my breath.

“Goddamn. You took me so well, such a good fucking girl…” He rasps, his left hand finding my cheek, stroking down the soft skin. He takes his free hand and brings it between my legs, running his fingers through my arousal slick folds, sucking in a sharp breath when he feels just how soaked I am.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. You like being forced to do things? Like having your body used?”

I whimper at his words, every single one of them were true. I hated my body for reacting to such vile things, such forceful and disgusting behavior, but I couldn’t help it. Was there something wrong with me? Surely it’s not normal to get aroused at the thought of ��� or the action itself — being used, hurt, given no choice in the matter. But I could no longer deny it, my body craved the unknown, craved the fear and the pain, I wanted to be used, forced to do whatever he wanted me to do. I loved being his good girl, and I loved being his whore.

Rafe reaches behind my head, fingers grabbing at the buckle that strapped the gag to my face. He quickly undoes it and pulls the straps down the sides of my face before reaching inside my mouth and pulling the circular metal part out. I snap my mouth shut, swallowing thickly and licking at my lips. My jaw and throat hurt, but it was well worth it.

He leaves me blindfolded, but I feel his hands moving to the rope that bound my legs to the bed. I hear his pocket knife flip open, the ropes being cut from my ankles and allowing me the slightest bit of freedom. He moves to cut my wrists free next, but before he does, he orders me, “Don’t move, i’ll reposition you, alright?”

I nod my head, forgetting I have the freedom to speak now. His fingers tightly grip at my cheeks, squeezing them tightly and I feel tears begin to fill my eyes, “When I speak to you, you answer me. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, sir” I manage to choke out, my fresh tears finally falling and soaking into the blindfold.

He finally cuts the ropes that bound my wrists, my arms falling limp by my sides. I quickly bring them up, rubbing softly at the skin of my wrists, trying to ease the pain i’d felt, but the action is short lived, a high pitched squeal emitting from me when Rafe yanks me from my sitting position, tossing me onto my stomach.

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RAFE

“Hands behind your back, knees underneath your stomach” I demand, and she quickly does as I ask. She places her arms behind her back and crosses them over one another before she brings her knees up and tucks them underneath her stomach, letting her ass sit up in the air, giving me a perfect view of her soaked cunt and puckered ass.

I land a harsh slap to her ass, leaving a perfect handprint on the skin and causing her to cry out from the sting. I smirk to myself before I reach over and grab the cuffs again, placing the first cuff on her right wrist and locking it tightly in place, moving on to her left and doing the same. I smile once I have her wrists tightly locked in place, moving to grab the now cut rope from the bed and placing on the undersides of her ankles, wrapping it around a few times before pulling it up the underside of her body and through the chains of the cuffs. I pull the excess rope back down to her ankles and tie them tightly together, making it to where her cuffed wrists are bound together with her tied ankles.

“You look so goddamn beautiful like this” I say while my hand lands another harsh slap to her ass. My hands fly to her ass, gripping the plump flesh tightly and spreading her cheeks for me. I gather saliva in my mouth and spit down onto her untouched hole, moving my thumb to it and rubbing at it slowly, spreading my spit around. I slowly shove my thumb into her ass, making her hiss. “R-Rafe?” She cries out, her body rocking back and forth as I slowly push my thumb in and out of her.

“You want me to fuck your ass baby? Hmm? Would you like me to claim this hole too?”

She whimpers, her body tightening as she tries to fight her restraints. I pull my thumb from her ass and run my index and middle finger through her cunt, she’s soaked. “You’re so wet, princess. I think you want me to fuck your ass” I tease, before saying “But that’ll be another time. ‘M gonna stretch your ass in time, make it ready for my cock. For now, ‘m gonna fuck this sweet cunt, and you’re gonna take it”

“R-Rafe… Please?” She begs, the sound of her sweet, pathetic voice makes my cock throb. I run my fingers through her slick cunt again, pushing them inside of her and scissoring them to stretch her open. I begin pushing them in and out of her slowly, adding a third to stretch her more. Her body begins rocking back and forth, fucking herself onto my fingers, “That’s it baby, fuck my fingers, show me how badly you want me”

Weak whimpers and moans fall from her lips as she continues rocking her hips, fucking herself onto my fingers. I feel her pussy clamp down around them, her body tensing as she’s about to cum and I quickly remove them from inside her.

She whines at the loss of my fingers, “Rafe. Please?” She begs, and I let out a dark laugh. “Please what? Gotta tell me what you want, princess”

I hear her sniffle, “Want to cum, please? Let me cum” I slide my tongue across my top teeth and smile to myself, “Well, since you asked so nicely” I grip the base of my cock, stroking it a few times before pushing it inside of her wet cunt. I groan, throwing my head back when I feel her warm, wet walls grip my cock tightly.

She’s whimpering, unintelligible words falling from her beautiful mouth as I continue to fuck into her. She tries to fight the restraints again, body thrashing every time the head of my cock hits at her sweet spot. I lean my body forward, pressing my weight into her back as I slowly pull out, slamming my hips forward again and making her cry out.

I slap my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, her tears falling down her face and onto my hand has my dick twitching, but I try and hold out. “‘M gonna take your air away now baby, try not to pass out on me” I whisper in her ear before my index finger and thumb pinch over her nose. She begins fighting me and her restraints hard, trying to fight my hand that’s over her mouth and pinching her nose closed, but I wrap my free hand around her waist, hand splayed across her stomach and hold her still.

Her pussy pulses around my cock, making me growl in her ear, “Fuck, you’re cunt is squeezin’ me so tightly baby, lack of oxygen turns you on?”

I chuckle when I hear her mumble into my hand, leaning my head down to her shoulder and sinking my teeth into her smooth skin. She stops fighting, her body growing weak from the lack of oxygen. Her pussy clenches around me tightly, her body beginning to go slack in my arms and I release my hand from her face. Her head shoots up, the sounds of her coughing and gasping for air bouncing off the walls.

“You did so good, little one. So good. Cum all over my cock and we can go home” I whisper in her ear, my teeth nibbling at her lobe. She lets out a loud, pornographic moan while her pussy clamps down on my dick, her body tensing and toes curling as she comes undone around me.

I pull myself back once more, slamming myself inside her while my dick twitches inside of her, my cum shooting inside of her and painting her inner walls white. I slowly thrust myself in a few more times, shoving my cum deep inside her cunt before I slowly pull out. I watch my cum slowly drip from her cunt before I drop to my back on the bed, chest heaving as I try and catch my breath.

Rolling my head to the side, I take in her exhausted body, limp and breathing heavily. I grab my pocket knife from the table, cutting at the rope around her ankles before cutting it free from around the chains of the cuffs. I toss my knife to the side, grabbing the key and undoing the cuffs, removing them and tossing them to the side as well. I scoop her limp body into my arms, running a hand across her cheek before using my free hand to pull the blindfold up and off her head.

Her eyes spring open, blinking a few times to try and adjust to the dark room. Her beautiful eyes find my blue ones and she weakly smiles up at me, making my pulse race and heart hammer in my chest. She’s always been so beautiful, but something about her fucked out look, mascara stained cheeks and heavy eyes has me falling more in love with her.

I lie her body onto the mattress, placing a soft kiss on her sweat slick forehead before standing and grabbing my boxers from the floor. I pull them up my legs and rush out to the truck, having one more thing I want to do before we go home, one thing that will let her, and everyone else know she’s mine, forever.

I open up the driver side door, grabbing the blow torch and tongs from the passenger seat and rushing back inside. I find her lying still on the bed, the sound of her even breathing filling my ears, and for a moment, I almost feel guilty that i’m about to wake her up again.

I slowly walk toward her, sitting on the bed, my weight making it dip in. “Baby, wake up. There’s one more thing to do, and then i’ll take you home and take care of you”

Her heavy eyes slowly open, blinking a few times before she whimpers, “Please, Rafe. I can’t. No more” I smirk to myself, she thinks i’m going to fuck her again, but no, no what i’m about to do will be more permanent than anything I can ever give her with my cock.

“‘S okay baby, just gonna do something to remind you and everyone else who you belong to, then we’ll go home” I whisper before quickly lighting the blow torch up. Her head shoots up off the mattress, eyes wide as she shakes her head from side to side. I remove my gold signet ring with my initials on it, and grab the circular end with the tongs, sticking the bulky end that rests on the top of my finger under the blue flame.

“Rafe, what’re you doing?” She asks, her voice shaking as her eyes dart from the ring under the flame to me. The corners of my lips lift up in a grin, “Marking you. You’re mine, and everyone will know it”

I use my free hand to reach over and grab a piece of rope from the floor, handing it to her and ordering her, “Bite down on this”

She hesitates, but ultimately does what I ask, placing the rough material between her teeth and biting down on it harshly. Once I feel like i’ve held the ring under the flame long enough, I shut off the torch and sit it at my feet. I turn my body to face her, and her eyes are swimming in unshed tears, “It’ll only hurt for a second” I tell her, and her head slowly nods up and down.

I spread her legs with my free hand, slapping harshly at her inner thigh before I bring the hot ring to her skin. She cries out in pain, body shaking as I hold the end of my gold ring to her skin. Her body goes slack, tears rolling down her cheeks when I pull it from her skin. I can’t help the large smile that spreads across my face when I look down and see a perfectly shaped small square with the letter “RC” branded into her soft skin.

Her body is still shaking, tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks as she lets out choked sobs. I quickly stand and dress myself before tossing the hoodie of mine i’d brought over her weak body, lifting her into my arms and carrying her out to the truck.

I runs hand through her sweat slick hair, pushing it back from her face as I lean forward and press my lips to her forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re mine, now and forever. Let’s get you home and cleaned up”

She lets out a soft whimper, her face buried into my chest as she manages to whisper, “I love you too”

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BAD BLOOD pt 4

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, dub con (for Tommy), big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), dark!Joel, dark!reader, m/f!oral, mfm, unprotected piv (wrap it up), anal, rough sex, cum eating, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking (light), alcohol consumption, swearing, Tommy can pick up reader.

Summary: you finally get what you want.

Word count: 4.7k

A/n: this is filthy y’all! Enjoy💖 also in the next part it’s gonna go down so stay tuned! As always big thank you and also kisses and hugs to @milla-frenchy for the encouragement and valuable advice!😘❤️

Series Masterlist || MASTERLIST || PART 5

*****

Tommy can’t believe that it’s happening. It feels like a dream. And he’s had so many about you. His sleeping mind was tortured by the images of you on your knees, your mouth open and ready to welcome his throbbing cock, or splayed on the dinner table, legs open and pussy waiting to be stuffed by him. He used to brush them off, feeling embarrassed and guilty the next morning when you’d say ‘hi’ to him in the kitchen. They subsided when you left for another year of college, only to return with a new force after you came back for the holidays.

He used to tell himself that he’d never do anything about it. He’d never do it to Jess, to you. Your youth should be carefree and not burdened by your middle aged stepfather wanting to fuck you.

But this summer it got so much worse. It seemed like you were testing him, his sanity, his loyalty to his wife, your mother. Everything you wore called for his hungry eyes, your every move, laugh, smile made his cock twitch in his pants. He took too many cold showers. It started to get ridiculous. So he decided to give himself a way out. He jerked off to the thought of you almost every day. He pumped his throbbing member in the bathroom after seeing you in a flowy summer dress. The image of you on the grass with your ass in the air, pussy glistening under the bright summer sun pushed him over the edge and after a few moments of ecstasy he felt sick. With himself, with his dick, with his life.

When Joel asked him ‘that’ question whatever wall he had built in his mind fell apart. The way you talked to him that night at the bar made it impossible to deny it. Impossible to stop it from happening. He needed to fuck you.

***

Tommy was mere minutes from his desire becoming reality. You’re on his lap, straddling him, your naked pussy pressed tightly to his bulge.

“Fuck, angel, you have a knock out ass,” Joel comments driving the three of you home through the dark streets and glancing from time to time at the way you’re grinding against your stepdad’s clothed cock.

“Thank you, uncle Joel,” you purr, parting from Tommy’s neck with a pop. A flash of a streetlight eliminates a darkening hickey on his skin that you’ve left for Jess to find.

Your bra and panties are long gone, stuffed into your purse. Tommy’s hands are kneading your ass cheeks and you pull your neckline down before pushing your naked breasts into his face. He immediately takes your nipple in his mouth and starts sucking and licking, his groans sending vibrations against your sensitive skin.

“Oh, daddy,” you whimper and he thrusts his hips into you making you jump on his crotch.

He lifts his face to you and you meet his gaze, so full of affection and need you wonder where and how he’s been hiding all that.

***

When Joel parks the car at the driveway you get off your stepdad and, after fixing your dress, jump out of the car trying not to flash the neighbors with your pussy. The night covers up his company but Tommy still tries to keep his distance out in the street. Yet as soon as you open the door and walk in he grabs you and spins you to face him. His mouth crashes on yours and he devours you like the tastiest fruit he’s ever had.

Joel enters and comes up to you two placing his big hand on your ass. You part from your stepdad and look at the men, your eyes shiny with excitement.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” you offer while your head is spinning with possibilities of what they’re going to do to you.

Joel hums and pouts his lips seemingly chill about your invitation but his bulge is the biggest you’ve seen on him and you know that you’re the reason. You smirk and open your mouth, ready to diss him, but instead a gasp leaves your lips when Tommy bends down, presses his shoulder to your middle and lifts you off your feet. You clutch the shirt on his back scared of falling but he’s holding you tight so you start giggling.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?”

“The bed will wait”, he says and slaps your ass and pussy lips which are fully exposed in this position.

You tilt your head up gawking at Joel with wide eyes but he just chuckles following you two,

“Daddy knows best, angel.”

To your surprise Tommy takes you to the dining room. He carefully lowers you and sets you down on the dining table.

“Lie down for me, babygirl,” he mutters and manhandles you on your back along the surface and then stands between your legs, at the head of the table. You turn your head to the side and see Joel leaning against the wall with a smug smile on his face.

You lift yourself up on your elbows and look at Tommy with an eyebrow raised,

“I think a bed would be more comfortable, daddy.”

He places his big hands on your thighs and rubs them up and down making the ache in your core burn brighter. You open your thighs wider and he looks at your pussy exhaling a soft ‘yeah’.

Then he turns back, grabs a chair and sits down. You see his face between your thighs and feel your pussy clench and gush more.

Tommy pulls you closer to him and you place your feet on his thighs. He takes them in his hands and takes your shoes off one and then the other.

“Always wanted to eat your sweet pussy at this table instead of Jess’s dry turkey,” Tommy says as he puts your bare feet on the table, your knees bent and your pussy perfectly on display for him.

You moan, lowering your head back on the surface as your heart is booming in your ears.

“H-how long have you wanted me, Tommy?” you ask, trying to keep your cool but inwardly screaming with joy at his confession.

“Long enough to know exactly what I wanna do to you,” he mumbles and in the next moment you feel his warm lips on your cold wet pussy. You gasp and look up seeing him push his tongue between your folds and start making out with your cunt. You whimper and turn to Joel who’s still leaning against the wall watching your stepdad feast on your pussy nonchalantly like it’s some half decent cable porn. His eyes are dark and you know his cock wants to come out to play judging by his massive bulge but he waits, not wishing to interrupt you two. ‘Fuck,’ you think, ‘He really wants his brother back in Austin’.

You return your eyes to your stepdad whose curly hair is tickling the insides of your thighs now as his tongue circles around your clit and then slides down finding your dripping hole before he starts fucking his hot muscle into you.

You moan loudly with every thrust, your legs trembling and stomach heaving with an upcoming orgasm. You run your fingers through his hair and he growls against your flesh. The vibrations make you arch your back with pleasure as you tilt your head back whimpering,

“Fuck… daddy.”

Suddenly you hear Joel’s voice, gruff and calm, as he walks to the wet bar,

“Want some whiskey with your pussy, Tommy?”

Tommy smiles against your folds and parts from them for a second to reply, “Nah, she’s fucking juicy. Might need a napkin.”

He looks up at you and winks as you smile back at him biting your lip. Then he dives back and starts gently sucking on your clit. You’re about to unravel when you see Joel coming up to the table with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his cock in the other. You curse through your whimpers seeing his huge member pulsating and throbbing, his dark pink head glistening with smeared pre cum. You know you did it to him and pride blooms in your heart.

“Mind if I play with her mouth, ‘daddy’?” Joel asks, making his voice higher to parody you when he says the last word.

Tommy seems to be lost in the process of eating you out and just hums. Joel takes it as a ‘yes’ and after grabbing your shoulders pulls you closer to the end of the table and to his cock.

“Open wide, tongue out,” he commands after taking a sip of the liquor and placing the glass on the table above your head. You watch his cock bob over your face and your mouth waters.

You do what he’s told you - open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

“Good girl,” Joel praises you while Tommy is making out with your cunt. You buck your hips into his mouth looking for an increase of pace but he’s meticulous and slow in pleasuring you.

Suddenly Joel slaps your cheek with his cock leaving a wet precum spot on your skin.

“Focus, angel,” he says as he rubs the tip against your lips. You chase it with your tongue and reach up but he takes your cheeks between his fingers and squeezes with a groan,

“Suck on my balls first, then I’ll see if you deserve my cock, little slut.”

You glare up at him but your anger subsides when Tommy’s fingers enter your wet hole. You feel the ache of a stretch so it must be two or three digits.

“Give some love to your uncle, babygirl,” Tommy says as he’s watching your cunt suck in his thick fingers.

“Yes, daddy,” you mewl and both men sneer at your obedience.

Joel manhandles your head under his cock and after cupping his sack places it in your open mouth. You lick and suck on his balls which are smooth and warm while Joel is stroking himself lazily. With a free hand he tugs down your neckline and starts playing with your breasts, twisting your nipples, kneading your flesh which adds to your pleasure.

You focus on one of his balls, suck and roll it gently with your tongue. You moan and hear Joel’s voice join you. The sound makes your pussy flutter around Tommy’s fingers and when you switch your attention to the other ball, your stepdad pushes on your soft spot a couple of times and ecstasy overtakes every cell of your body. Your cries are muffled by Joel’s balls lying heavy on your tongue.

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart,” Tommy breathes out as you’re clenching his fingers hard and then lowers his face to lick off your cum.

Joel takes his balls away and leans down watching your face twist with ecstasy.

“Just like that, angel. Good little slut.”

Your eyes lock before he leans lower and kisses you plunging his tongue into your mouth. The taste of whiskey and Joel invades all your senses and you answer his kiss hungrily grasping his shoulders.

You part from your step uncle when you hear Tommy’s voice and see him standing next to Joel now.

“Daddy’s turn, babygirl.”

Joel steps away grabbing his glass and emptying it in one go, his cock hard in his hand.

Tommy helps you to sit up on the edge of the table and lifts you up. You kiss him, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smells and tastes like you.

“Let’s take the slut to bed, Tommy,” Joel rasps and you feel his hand engulf the back of your head.

Tommy’s lips leave you and he looks into your eyes,

“Where do you want us to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Your bedroom, please,” you purr with an innocent smile. You mean their bedroom on their marital bed and when he hears it, his upper lip twitches. For a second fear grips your heart when you think he’s disgusted with you, reminded of his brutal betrayal of his wife.

But in a flash his lips are caressing yours with vigor. His mouth slides to your neck and he harshly sucks in your skin there making you cry out.

“Fuckin’ dirty girl. Wanna be fucked in your mama’s bed, on her favourite sheets,” he growls into your neck and then heads to the stairs holding you in his arms.

***

When you three get into the master bedroom their hands are immediately all over you and you feel too hazy and drunk on endorphins to know who’s taking off your dress, whose lips are sucking hickies into your neck. Soon Tommy and you are sitting naked on the foot of the bed as you’re straddling him. The nightstand lamps are illuminating your bodies with dim and soft light. He’s kissing you gently as his cock nests between your bodies and you’re slowly grinding your soaked pussy against it.

Suddenly you feel a big hand wrap around the base of your throat and move up to your jaw applying pressure and tilting your head up. You don’t fight it and look up seeing Joel’s face hovering over yours.

“Are you gonna be good for us, baby?” He asks, staring into your eyes.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, but takes your chin between his fingers and opens your mouth. You widen your eyes in confusion until he leans down and spits in your mouth. You moan as the warm liquid slides down your tongue and into your throat and you swallow it. Joel hums approvingly and bends down to kiss you. It’s more gentle than the first time. Joel’s lips muffle your whimper when Tommy takes your breast in his mouth and swirls his tongue around your nipple. You cry out when he nips at the bud and part from Joel.

“Don’t be jealous, daddy,” you whine looking at your stepdad whose fingers are digging into your hips.

Joel sits on the bed next to Tommy, also naked and your eyes dart between the brothers.

They’re both gorgeous - wide shoulders, broad chests, golden skin. Tommy is thinner than Joel and his cock is not as big but their members are longer than anything you’ve taken so far. A little part of you is worried but you’ve wanted it for so long and you’re fully ready to be ruined by them.

“Daddy, uncle, please fuck me,” you plead pouting your lips.

“Her pussy is mine,” Tommy says as his fiery eyes land on Joel and then you.

“I can fuck her ass, no problem. For me. But it can be a big one for her,” he smirks and slaps your ass cheek. “Is your ass ready for uncle Joel’s visit?”

You can’t wait to be fucked so you silently get off Tommy’s lap, kneel on the bed between the men and lay down between them, sticking your ass up in the air.

“I’m not sure. Can you check?” You purr wiggling your butt and you hear Joel groan while Tommy curses.

You rest your cheek on your hand bringing the other to your ass and pull on the flesh showing off your holes to the men.

“Good little whore,” Joel praises you rubbing your ass cheek, “Do you think she’s ever taken it up her ass?”

“For her own good I hope she has, or you’ll rip her apart,” Tommy replies and the brothers laugh as your core tightens from hearing them talk about you as if you’re not in the room.

“Aw, angel, look at your pussy winking at us. Fear turns you on, huh? Good to know…dirty slut.”

You feel him spit on your tight hole and then he pushes the tip of his finger into you. You clench around it with a mewl and he slaps your ass not too hard but enough to leave a mark, “Relax, baby, need to get this ass ready.”

He tries again and inserts his digit up to the top knuckle.

While Joel is opening your asshole up like a Christmas present, Tommy climbs up the bed and rests his back against the headboard. He positions you so you’re between his legs. His cock is in his hand right in front of your face and you don’t hesitate to lift yourself on your elbows and lick a wet stripe along the underside of his length. His soft salty skin makes you salivate and you take his tip in your drooling mouth sucking on it and licking the slit. You moan swallowing his precum while Joel pushes his finger to the last knuckle and begins stretching you for his cock.

“Love the taste, sweetheart?” Tommy mumbles, closing his eyes for a second and bucking his hips up to get deeper into your hot mouth.

You start bobbing your head up and down while your hand is jerking your stepdad’s shaft as your eyes flutter shut with pleasure. Tommy's cock in your mouth feels like it belongs there and you give all of yourself blowing him until he holds your head between his hands stopping you.

“Hey, hey, babygirl, you’ll make me come like that… wanna fill up your pussy.”

You take his cock out of your mouth begrudgingly and rest your head on his inner thigh still gripping his cock.

“If you don’t fuck me soon, daddy, I’ll lick your balls and make you come all over your stomach,” you purr with a naughty smile but cold eyes, getting impatient. Tommy looks up at the ceiling, mumbling curses under his breath.

“Is she ready?” He asks Joel with a shaky voice and you hear his older brother hum as his finger leaves your asshole. You feel looser and miss Joel stuffing your tight ring.

“Get on the side, you two. I ain’t kneeling,” he roars.

Tommy manhandles you on his lap and scoots up to the edge of the bed holding you close. Joel stands behind your back.

“Maybe we can get you a cuck chair, old man?” You giggle getting comfortable straddling Tommy when suddenly Joel grabs your throat and pulls you up on your knees, your back pressed tightly to his chest.

His lips brush the shell of your ear as he hisses leaning down, “I’m about to fuck your ass, stupid slut, getting on my nerves ain’t the best idea.”

“Joel,” Tommy's voice is worried, “she’s kidding.”

To reassure your stepdad you moan and snake your hand around Joel’s neck grabbing his hair and pulling him closer.

“Don’t worry, daddy, uncle Joel and I are just playing.”

Joel growls and pushes you on Tommy’s chest.

“Plug her sloppy hole, brother, then I’ll wreck her ass. Got lube?”

Tommy nods his head at the nightstand.

You hear Joel shuffle stuff around in the drawer and then he jiggles a lube bottle in front of your face.

“Half empty, angel, your mom’s either as dry as her turkey or she loves it up her butt,” he chuckles.

“I fucking hate you,” you grunt through gritted teeth as jealousy burns your insides.

Tommy kisses the corner of your mouth trying to calm you down and then grabs your hip with one hand to guide you while the other holds his weeping cock at your wet hole.

You immediately pierce yourself on his member in one swift move moaning together with him. You feel full to the brim as your folds part for his girth and your walls snugly envelope his hardness.

“Holy fuck, babygirl, you’re tight”, he breathes out.

“My pussy is just for you, Tommy,” you whisper in his ear, tilting your hips and pushing your ass out hoping Joel will get the hint.

The older brother accepts your invitation right away and drops a generous amount of lube on the spot just above your asshole. You flinch feeling the cold liquid slide down to your tight ring and then your pussy stretched around Tommy’s cock.

Joel’s hand grips your shoulder for leverage while his fat lubed up tip presses to your asshole. The nerves churn in your stomach and your nails dig into your stepdad’s shoulders as you breathe deeply trying to calm down and relax your muscles.

Joel pushes the head into you making you half gasp-half moan as he stretches you. It aches just a bit as you’ve been wearing a butt plug in preparation for the night but you furrow your brows and open your mouth acting like an anal virgin for your unaware stepdad. ‘You’re his innocent stepdaughter’ after all.

“Daddy, he’s so big,” you whine, biting your lip and looking into his eyes.

“‘s right, angel,” Joel smirks behind you.

“Wanna stop?” Tommy asks, his voice concerned but you shake your head. No way you want to stop this!

“No, just hold me, please,” you plead and Tommy hugs you tightly, his arms over yours as you nuzzle the crease of his neck.

In this position, resting on your stepdad’s chest, your ass is sticking out perfectly for Joel who pushes his slicked hardness into you slowly while Tommy is rubbing your back whispering ‘good girl’s into your hair.

You mewl when Joel bottoms out with a growl hitting your pussy with his heavy balls.

Being completely full with the brothers’ cocks you whimper loudly when you sit up a little and feel them move inside you.

“Oh fuck, you’re both so big.”

“Move babygirl, you’ll get used to it.”

You hear Tommy’s words and grind your hips back and forth and all three of you moan in unison.

“Fuck, angel. Unclench your ass, you gonna make me cum too soon.” Joel groans and you take a deep breath trying to subside your excitement.

“Please move,” you mewl breathing deeply and they start slowly fucking you.

You’d never tell him but you’re grateful to Joel for going at it at a slow pace as your plug had nothing on the man’s girth and you feel the dull pain of the stretch as he’s pushing his cock in and out.

Tommy notices your pained expression and cups your cheek before giving you a passionate kiss. His cock twitches inside you as he’s thrusting up into your pussy with deep and slow strokes.

“You’re doing so good for us, babygirl,” he whispers as your lips brush. His hand kneads your breast, thumb and forefinger twitch your nipple as the other slithers down to your mound. He finds your hardened clit and starts rubbing it with two fingers.

Joel is panting and huffing behind you fucking your tight ass. He takes a hold of your throat and squeezes getting your attention.

“Imma fuck you hard now, slut. Ready or not.”

Tommy starts objecting but you want nothing more right now than to be ruined by their cocks.

“Yes, uncle Joel…Fuck me... Daddy please… my holes are yours.”

Joel immediately increases the pace at which his hips slap against your ass pushing his member into your asshole.

Tommy whines at your words and braces his hand on the bed before he starts power fucking your dripping cunt.

Your brain completely shuts down as your holes are being wrecked by your step uncle and stepdad. Your nails scratch Tommy’s shoulders as your core tightens, pussy and asshole clench around their fat cocks and your eyes roll back as your orgasm approaches fast.

“I told you this slut wanted it, huh?! Her holes were made for our dicks, brother. Look at her cock dumb face!” You hear Joel’s triumphant speech and see him slap Tommy’s shoulder. “Proud of you brother. You took what you wanted!”

Your stepdad smiles and looks at you with dark eyes. Joel leans over your shoulder, grabs your chin and turns your head to face him.

“You’re our fuck toy now, got it, angel? We gonna fill you up so good your belly will bloat. And we’ll do it again cos it’s all you’re good for… being fucked and suck our dicks and balls,” he growls as they’re pushing their cocks in and out. “Say it, “I’m your fuck toy, uncle” he commands shaking your head.

“I’m your fuck toy, uncle,” you repeat obediently as your eyes well up with tears. You’re moved by the immense pleasure coursing through your veins and your climax hits as you cry and moan squeezing their cocks. Tommy grabs a hold of your shaking body as you squirt and drown his member. Squelching sounds fill the room and the extra wetness sends Tommy over the edge as he shoots his cum deep into your womb.

Joel is still holding your jaw, then he curses and crashes his mouth on yours. His kiss is brutal, dominant and overwhelming, plush lips abusing yours, tongue licking into your mouth.

It takes a few strokes before he begins filling your ass with his warm seed. He parts from you moaning and your heart sings hearing them both omitting the sounds of pleasure because of you.

When they stop moving inside your body, you fall on Tommy’s chest and he holds you through the aftershocks, still buried deep inside your pussy.

Joel pulls his cock out and slaps your ass before plopping across the bed next to Tommy and you.

Tommy kisses your cheek panting and falls on his back next to Joel.

They’re looking up at you, eyes roaming your body, glistening with sweat, and smiling, Tommy with affection and Joel with his usual wolfish grin.

You must look spent and fucked out and your stepdad tells you to lay down. You get on the bed placing your head on the pillow and Tommy goes to the bathroom for a wet towel.

Joel turns on his side bracing his head on his hand, semi hard cock resting on his thigh, and watches you for a few moments before speaking,

“Show me.”

“What?”

“How good we filled your holes”.

You smirk at him and bend your legs pressing the knees to your chest. Joel scoots up closer to you and glides his middle finger against your asshole and up to your entrance and then clit making you flinch at the overstimulation.

“Squeeze it out,” he commands, opening your thighs wider.

Tommy comes back just in time to see your pussy contract and push out his cum and his cock twitches. It slides down to your asshole as Joel’s spend trickles out as well. Joel mixes the liquids with his thumb and then sits up to feed them to you. Tommy gets on the bed and watches you lick Joel’s finger clean off their warm cum.

When you’re done Tommy gently cleans you up with the wet towel while Joel gets up to light a cigarette and then lies down next to you smoking.

Tommy throws the towel away and joins you two. He turns your head and you make out for some time while Joel’s filling the room with smoke. You know Jess is going to be livid and smile internally.

Tommy parts from you and looks into your eyes, “delete the recording, babygirl, you don’t need it. This pussy is mine now”, he whispers against your lips as his hand cups your heated center. “We’ll make it work.”

You swallow loudly and look at Joel who’s watching you two like a hawk. His eyes are cold and intent. He shifts his jaw, then takes a drag of his cigarette and exhales the smoke in your face.

You turn away feeling your eyes sting and look up at the ceiling.

What the fuck are you going to do now?

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[skelly-words]

Stuck on a Desert Island (Bring Your Tentacle To Work Pt. 4)

idk why my brain's been so empty lately this took me a year, anyway... this is for u bae @ellieangelbee (also an ask that i accidentally deleted but it was prob you too)

this is so weird and random, but i wrote it with my whole heart

tags/warning- monster fucking, non-con, aphrodisiacs, feat. random coworker (f/f), it's algae/slime stuff, idk i'm being creative

wc- 1.5k

You've been hiking for hours, trudging behind your coworker through the beachy forest. The two of you walk along a postcard coastline somewhere in the Virgin Islands.

You knew it was gonna be an 'adventure.' That's what your boss, Amelia, had called it when pitching the idea to you two. 'The adventure of a lifetime.' Experimenting with alien life was difficult and risky, but if you managed to find a useful botanical specimen... For now, you can only dream of the cushy office and generous 401k plan.

So you're hiking in 90 degree weather and humidity that makes it feel like you're drowning on dry land. Your shorts stick and chafe against your inner thighs. Every few steps you're stretching the spandex back down only for it to bunch up again. Your coworker walks a few paces ahead. A line of sweat drags down the back of her tank top as she flips through a book to identify native flora.

-

It's nearly sunset when you stumble upon something new. A couple moonpools reflect the golden sky. Luminescent algae grows out from the pools, covering the entire rock interior of the cool cave. Near the pools, the glowing green algae is most dense, thinning to a sparse lawn of polyps at the edges of the organism.

"What is it?"

You watch her set her satchel down. She pulls out a few containers to gather samples. You quickly kneel near in the mouth of the cave to help her. The ocean is at your backs and the open maw ahead is lined with the blue-green glow of algae.

"I dunno. We're just surveying the area. This is..." She trails off and drops the specimen jar. "Does something smell to you?"

You both take a deep inhale and shuffle forward toward the fragrant pools. The algae is slippery and you have to crawl on hands and knees. The goo coats your skin, getting everywhere, making your clothes cling uncomfortably. And there's still that funny smell. It gets more distinct the closer you are to the pools, but stays light on the air. When you sit by the edge of the moonpool, you can almost taste it. Cacao butter, Brazil nuts, toasted coconut. Your coworker catches your shoulder before you can lean in.

"Wait. We don't know what it is, right?" She sounds far away even though her breath bats against the back of your ear. "Lemme try first."

You watch her dip a hand into the pool. First up to her wrist, then elbow, and finally reaching down and pulling up a handful of the sandy bottom. It drips from her hand, making waves of light ripple through the algae wherever it lands. It looks beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

"Wow," you mumble as the water trickles from her fingers.

Your hand dips into the water next. Dribbles run from your fingertips at first, handprints on the ground as your crawl around the edge of the pool. It's even more humid in the cave and the temperature rises as the setting sun centers itself in the opening.

You take another deep breath, trying to shake the fogginess, finally being hit by the exhaustion of the hike. The air is so thick with that scent of sweet oil. You lean down and splash water over your face, letting it run down your neck and chest. Your nipples perk up under your tank top as the icy water hits you.

"Let's just..." You trail off, almost forgetting what you meant to say. "Let's just get samples and..."

You look toward your coworker, trying to remember her name, what company you work for, the point of collecting samples. The shorts you're wearing need to come off. They're so itchy. All of your clothes makes your skin crawl, and your companion feels the same way as the layers start to peel away. The space between you narrows with the shifting floor. The spongy floor dips slightly and you slide together into the divot.

The slime coming off the algae gathers at the bottom and along the sides so every movement inches you closer. Your ass hits the floor with a splash and the liquid coats you thickly, tingling on your bare skin. You want to cry out in disgust and tell your friend to get it off, but you still can't remember what to call her or what the hell the two of you are doing. Plus, she's also covered in the stuff, more and more so as she tries to drag herself out of the small pit in the algae.

"We're stuck." She comes to rest against you at the bottom. Her legs tangle up with yours, scrunched into a pretzel in front of you. Her butt sticks up like she's trying to show you the mess of slick she's collected between her legs. You can tell the viscous blue slime from the needy stuff dribbling out of her pussy. Your fingers drag through her slit. It’s so wet. Strings of slick stick to your fingers as she jerks away.

"Where are we?" She asks, flipping to face you.

"Um, who are we?" Your hand drifts up to your mouth and you taste you dirty digits.

"We, uh- well, I- I'm..." The other girl opens her legs to slide closer to you and the walls grow around you. Her arms wrap you into a hug and a leg slips over your hips to pull your bodies flush.

The touch makes you feel complete, so soothed and comforted. Tendrils begin to sprout, thin and wiry and wrapping around you. They twist together, one over the other, into vines that snake over your body. Your wet cunt presses against hers when the appendages yank your legs apart. The puddle of goo squishes when you shift and grind together, humping against each other as the aphrodisiac in the slime makes your clit pulse harder.

She groans, trying to lift herself off the bottom of the pit as the floor swells. Peaks begin to rise out of the gummy algae to bump at your holes. Her efforts to get up force you to sit back harder on the lumps. They stretch and stiffen in your pussy. Both of them worm their way up to your cervix before swelling up to full size.

You can hardly take being spread this wide. Your friend rubs her engorged clit against yours. She grinds on the tentacles stuffing you full and makes them press deeper. The bumpy texture distracts her from the tendrils shoving into her until they start to expand. One pushes into her tight pussy and the other fucks her ass open. She takes it so well, latching onto your nipple to muffle her moans.

"I'm c-cu-" Your hips buck up involuntarily as you cum as you grasp blindly at the slippery walls. Your cunny is too full, clenching weakly around the two limbs. One of them jumps inside you, twitching and vibrating. A load of thick cum empties out of it as the tendril shrinks back to its original size.

The glowing goo coats your folds as she drags her puffy mound up and down. She tries to talk around your tit, "I'm so- g-gonna"

More of the thin sprouts work their way inside your puckered ass and spent cunt. Her hand reaches down, spreading her glistening lips apart. She pinches her clit between two fingers as you jump against her. The excited tentacles swell and burst inside you. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting helplessly into the air to meet her carefully guided rhythm.

Her teeth catch on your nipple as she talks. "They're kissing. I'm making them kiss." She goes back to sucking on the hard bud and using her free hand on the other one. She mewls at the sight of your cute clits sliding together. Yours throbs and pulses as she picks up speed. The thick bed of tentacles between you makes it impossible to push your bodies together and she humps you harder, making sure her sloppy cunt presses to yours as she squirts. You moan while her lips drool around you, spurts cum on you, only adding to the shallow pool surrounding your tangled bodies.

The pulse on your clit makes you spill over the edge. A milky ring of cream forms around the vines of algae stuffed inside you. It mixes to a blue cream as you ride them, smearing the juices together.

Your friend has a swell in her stomach. You watch it change as the appendages empty and fill inside of her. There must be at least a dozen in you. If you could see over where she's playing with you, you'd see a matching bulge in your tummy. They feel especially good when they buzz, right before implanting that thick seed.

Her pussy twitches and cums again, this time releasing only a small dribble of piss. It mixes into the slick dripping down your thighs. The puddle just gets deeper. You slosh in it to grind your slutty cunts together because you can't help it. You need more, another release. The spongy tentacles take their turns keeping you full. They’ve made you into a perfect toy, just like your friend. Both of you take at least ten in each gaping hole. And that should be enough. But your hands can’t stay off each other. You pinch and toy with her pink nipples while she massages your cunt. She knows exactly how to make you squirt now, after spending so much time with her hand between your legs. And it's never too much. Every time the overstimulation starts to hurt or your but feels sore, one of the vines jumps and ejaculates. The soothing jelly fixes it up and you're back to being fucked brainless.

You have no idea how you got here, but why would you leave?

A/N- I think this is a fitting close to this series. tysm for 700. maybe vore bc they might've been digested, idk.

[allfearstofallto]

hii! can i make a request?

I've been thinking about angsty things a bit. say if, reader got pregnant, would she hate it? how would scara/childe react? in my opinion, id like to think that scara thinks of this as a way to tie her down to him more, plus its canon he likes kids!! and as for childe i think he'd be very very happy since he has soooo many siblings, (maybe he wants a lot of kids too??)

and..what if reader miscarried? i have this thought of where scara would still be cold to her but give her breaks and more space than usual, but what if reader completely locks herself in and then when he confronts her about it they get into a huge argument, how would scara tackle that, would he resort to abusive tactics and would it increase readers hatred & distance more?

just a brainrot, you dont have to write about it if you're not comfy^_^

This took me so so so long!! I'm so sorry if you were waiting for it!!

I don't typically write for things like pregnancy because it makes me uncomfortable, but I'd be lying if I said I do not absolutely fucking adore angst and hopelessness.

Parasite

Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: 18+ MDNI, Dark Content, Forced marriage, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Mentions of Dub/Non-Con

A week late turned into two. Two turned into a month. A month turned into three. And three turned into unusual cravings for foods that didn't go together. Sickness and vomiting clouded the hours of your mornings. Dread filled your body the second you realized what this was. Stress makes your cycles late, you told yourself, stress makes your entire body change, and this was a stressful situation, but stress wasn't causing this, was it?

Scaramouche could tell the changes in you immediately. As someone who constantly kept tabs on your life, it was only fair to assume that he'd noticed your slight fluctuation in weight and lack of asking for your monthly cloths. When you were called into his office, you felt a hot flash all over your body, you assumed it was fear, but it could've also been nausea.

His office was a place filled with dread. The air in the room was too thick and worst of all, he was there. The room made you feel small, the only good thing about it was that he was usually too focused on his mile high stacks of paperwork. Except today. Today his razor sharp gaze was focused on your trembling form as you bowed to him, his eyes following down, then back up.

“Answer me honestly,” he began, hands planted on the wood in front of him, “Are you with child?”

If you could throw up again, you would. Of course, you knew all this time, but you never wanted to say it. You hoped, just hoped and prayed that maybe if you never acknowledged it, it would all go away. It would all be a bad dream. But it was true. There was something disgusting living inside you. And it was his.

“I believe so, my lord,” the words couldn't even completely fall from your lips before you were a blubbering, sobbing mess of anguish and fear. Despite the fact that you were completely breaking down before him, he had a small smile on his face, like he was proud of what he'd done to you.

“That's good,” he said calmly, wiping away your tears and planting a forced kiss upon your face. His touch felt cold as ice, but his hands against you made you want to melt your skin away.

The reaction to the “good news” was immediate, whether that was good or bad was up in the air, but everything changed. The tight obi of all the kimono you owned would put too much pressure on your budding stomach, new one's were ordered to be ready as you grew more in size. Your diet was changed completely, less of the Inazuma raw delicacies and more lean meat and vegetables. Daily classes of calligraphy and tea ceremonies were switched to resting with your feet up or light stretching, everything to keep you happy and healthy during your pregnancy.

The biggest change was Scaramouche himself. A man filled with so much hatred and disgust, was suddenly being kinder. Or trying to at least. You watch him open his mouth to make a comment, only to shut it again in favor of saying something still rude, but less insulting.

The Scaramouche that believed that he could take your body whenever he pleased was long gone, even though that was what got you in this predicament in the first place. He'd taken to leaving you in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom to sate his urges. He'd come back with cold damp hands and lay next to you, a protective hand over your stomach as he kissed your cheek and told you how much he loved you.

The day you saw blood between your legs and felt an aching pain in your stomach was a joyous one indeed. A part of you wanted to scream out in glee, but you didn't want to wake your already on edge husband. The blood that coated your fingers could only mean one thing. One good thing. It was gone. You were free of it. Almost immediately, the dark air that seemed to linger over your body vanished and you let out a sigh of relief.

Scaramouche was informed shortly before breakfast that same morning. You relayed the information to a maid, who then told him, whispering the words in his ear so quietly, it sounded like she was speaking gibberish. His face, his expression, changed to one shock, then horror, then pain. You didn't even know he could make such a face, yet there he was with tears in his eyes.

“Wh-what happened?” There was that tone again. The one you were used to. The anger and distaste for you in his voice. He slammed his fist down on the desk, turning his head away from you as his voice became high and breathy, so desperate for answers, “What did I do wrong?”

You stood in his office awkwardly, even this display from a person you hated, this display of agony was hurting you as well. You thought it would be funny. Seeing the man who pulled you from your home and forced you into marriage in pain was supposed to make you happy, but you felt your own chest clenching, felt your hands tremble.

“I-i suppose…I was stressed, my lord,” you muttered, his already labored breaths hitching at those words. The few months you were carrying that thing inside your body, was when he asked for less from you. He expected you to laze around all day and relax. For your body to fall into a daze like trance of naps and delicious food. He wanted happiness for both you and his child that you carried, yet you were still the most stressed you'd ever been in your entire life, knowing that he had something inside you. Something that would continue to fester and grow, until it eventually ate you alive.

He sat back in his office chair dejected, hurt, and empty. Scaramouche's normally sharp, glaring eyes were wide as he stared at the ceiling, body limp as he bit his lip, “Leave me,” he sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. Had it not been for the quietness of the room, you wouldn't have heard him.

Leave him you did, closing the door as silently as possible and not lingering behind. You felt yourself finally stop tensing, telling yourself that all your woes were over, for now. The thing was gone. You were happy. For once, even if unintentionally, you'd won over your captor.

[rivatar]

His Stress Relief

MDNI!🔞 based off this request!

Pairing: Aged!Up!Neteyam x fem!human!reader

W/c: 1.9k

Warnings/content: SMUT, Dub-con, p in v, cream pie, dom Neteyam, sub reader, dirty talk, cussing

A/n: I hope the anon who requested this enjoys, I didn’t know how you wanted it to go so I hope it’s okay and you like it!😩 And I hope the rest of you lovelies can enjoy too. Keep sending me requests & I love you all 💖

“Don’t go too far out, y/n!” Max shouted as you were already out the door.

It had been a stressful day for you in the lab. You had arrived on Pandora not even a full month ago. Everything was new to you, including a lot of the science they had here. You had just gotten your PhD not long before leaving for this mission and it was all you dreamed of was to work here, but now that you’re here, you found that the work was quite challenging and you didn’t like feeling stupid or behind everyone else.

After getting yelled at by another coworker for doing something wrong again, you decided you needed a break to calm your mind. You told Max you were going to take a walk right outside the facility, it wasn’t really a question for him but more so telling him where you’d be. He was a bit concerned for you as you were still new here but he knew he couldn’t stop you, nor had the time to babysit you.

The door slammed behind you. You spotted a slightly beaten path that led into the forest and decided to walk along it so that you could find your way back later on. You weren’t planning to go far of course but your racing thoughts occupied you so much it had you completely distracted.

Unbeknownst to you, a particular Na’vi had already spotted you and was following you quietly while staying tucked behind the various trees and plants of the forest.

Neteyam was out clearing his mind as well, he was also stressed like you, but his stress was due to his endless duties preparing to be Olo’eyktan soon. He noticed you and instantly became intrigued with you and decided to follow you and see what you were up to. It was something to take his mind off of his responsibilities for once.

You noticed a particularly amazing plant and crouched down to it, smiling gently. Next thing you knew a huge arm wrapped around your front and brought you back into them, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs in the process.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled in terror. You looked down and realized the arm was blue and your soul almost left your body.

“Hi, tawtute,” the creature bent down to speak in your ear.

“Please let me go!! I’m sorry for being out here! Please I’ll go back!” You pleaded and played nice while struggling against his steady hold.

“Nah. I think I’d rather keep you,” he spoke lowly and unbothered.

Fear rushed through your body like a flaming hot fire and consumed all your senses. You wanted to cry at your predicament but you had to keep your wits about you if you were gonna make it out alive.

“P-please! I’ll do anything just please let me go, I won’t tell a soul!” You pleaded some more.

He chuckled and was amused with you. “Anything?”

Confusion etched across your face. “What?”

“You said you’d do anything”

He sounded… suggestive. Or were you just going insane??

“…yeah?”

“I think I’ve got something in mind for your payment. And a way to relieve my stress”

To say your heart was beating out of your chest was an understatement.

“What do you want from me?” You cried.

“You’re not stupid, girl. You know what I want” he spoke sensually as he ran his other hand down the front of your body to cup your pussy. You gasped at the sudden sensation.

He pressed his hard bulge against your butt. “You understand now?”

You weakly nodded, fear still evident in your eyes but you were not wanting to upset him in any way by disagreeing.

Without anymore time to process this, he yanked your pants down and pushed your back forward, making you abruptly fall to your knees with your ass in the air.

You were flushed and felt exposed and vulnerable but before you could think about those feelings anymore, he suddenly ran his tongue up through your slit. You gasped at the pleasure.

“Mmm I love how your little human pussy tastes,” he groaned “much sweeter than the omatikaya girls”

He continued lapping up your juices like a starved man and you had no choice but to take it. It felt extremely good though, your hole clenched, wanting and needing attention too.

“Fucking slut. You act like you don’t want this too but your body says otherwise,” he said while prodding his thumb around your entrance. You tried to push yourself back to get the penetration you craved.

He laughed at your pathetic action. “Awww the little human needs some action? You should be thanking me” he spanked your ass hard.

You whimpered out loud and knew you were indeed being pathetic. But dammit, you were stressed and pent up too.

“Pleaseeee” you begged him shamelessly.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled mockingly.

You backed up more, wordlessly begging him to stop torturing you. So he granted your request and plunged an entire finger in, already brushing your cervix with his long digits.

“Mmm!! More!” You moaned for him.

He groaned at the feeling of your tight, gummy walls sucking him in perfectly.

“So warm and tight… fuck” he purred.

He then plunged another digit in, marveling at how you stretched for him. He roughly sped up, deciding he wanted to watch your pussy cum on his hand.

“Cum for me” he urged you while his other hand groped your ass.

You were whimpering and moaning on the ground, feeling the pleasure wash through your body as your incoming orgasm threatened to burst.

“Can feel you squeezing. Let it go, tawtute”

And just like that, as if his sultry tone and words were all you needed to reach your peak, you came all over his working fingers with your eyes rolling back in your head. It had to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Mmm, good job sevin” he praised your shaking form, still recovering from the after shocks.

He rolled your limp body over to where you could finally see his face. He was so handsome. Your fucked out face scanned over his toned, muscular body. Every curve and edge of him was perfectly carved by Eywa herself. His body was amazing but you couldn’t believe how stunning his face was. His bright yellow eyes held so much emotion and passion in them and you held his gaze, unable to look away.

He took this opportunity to untie his loincloth rather slowly. The skimpy item of clothing fell down to the ground and just when you thought he couldn’t get anymore visually stunning, he did. His cock was huge to you but fit his body proportions perfectly. It stood up loud and proud, the tip glistening with his shimmery precum.

“I take it you like it, huh?” He asked teasingly but also meant it.

You snapped your eyes back up to him and nodded slowly. Your brain was telling you to be scared but the rest of your body was screaming at you to indulge and enjoy.

He bent back down to your recovering body. His hands reached the bottom of your shirt and tugged up on it. To your own surprise, you submitted and lifted your arms to let him take off your shirt. You did the rest by then unclipping your bra.

He leaned back on his heels and his chest quickly rose and fell at the sight of you being completely naked. His face didn’t change though, he seemed to be trained to show no emotion, though his breath quickening and precum gathering at his tip gave away his arousal to you.

He got closer to you and leaned in for a brutal kiss. His large mouth completely engulfed yours and you tried to keep up with him.

He pulled back to look into your eyes and said, “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be coming back and begging for more after this”

He left you no time to object this and continued the kiss. Although at this point you were sure you wouldn’t argue with him. Your body was aching for attention and relief.

He effortlessly picked you up and set your back against the grass. “Spread open for me,” he tapped your thigh.

You did as you were told and gave him complete access. He couldn’t wait to feel your tight, wet pussy around him.

He held his dick and coated it in your juices, before angling to start pushing in.

“You are soaked, little human” he said admiringly.

You were also amazed at how aroused you were, you had to admit it had been a while but also none of your previous experiences have been this erotic. Nonetheless you blushed at him stating the obvious about your neediness.

He sunk deeper and deeper, you were both making little noises of discomfort and pleasure at the tight stretch.

“Never had a Na’vi cock huh? You’re in for a treat” he smiled a bit menacingly.

You chuckled nervously, still focusing on breathing and getting through the extreme stretch.

He bottomed out and you moaned as he brushed your cervix. “Is that the spot?”

“Mhmm” you whined.

“I know, I know. Hold on tight, my little tawtute slut”

He removed himself all the way out and slammed back in, his huge balls slapping your skin.

“Fuck” he grunted.

He continued his assault on your cunt, ruthlessly pounding into you like a feral animal, giving you no time to adjust fully.

His mouth was open and relaxed in an ‘o’ as he watched your pretty face screw up in pleasure, both of you taking in the feeling.

You held onto his bulky arms that were settled on either side of you as he hovered over you.

You eyes started welling up with tears from the overwhelming sensation. You were being stuffed to your fullest capacity.

He then bent down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, while his other hand pulled your other one. You screamed and arched your back off the ground.

“I can’t! It’s too much!!” You squealed and he only let up so he could speak to you.

“Thought you were begging for more earlier? You’ve gotta take it now, cmon just take it like the good slut I know you are”

He then started rubbing your clit, edging you on more. “You gonna cum again? Well I’m gonna cum deep in your pussy, I got a lot and it’ll be leaking out of you for days”

He sped up his thrusts. “Maybe when it leaks out of you, it can remind you of me and you can use it to touch yourself”

His lewd words made your coil snap yet again, and your pussy convulsed around his length.

“Good lil cockslut. Take my cum now” he grunted as his thrusts got irregular and his body locked up. His cum shot deep into you and you felt it get crowded in there with his dick still inside too.

He was panting and sweating above you, his eyes half lidded and looking delirious and spent.

You both suddenly heard a distant cry, like a Na’vi calling out as communication.

His ears went up and he pulled out quickly, both of you hissing at the loss. He scrambled to tie his loincloth back on. He leaned down to your face after you sat up.

“Next time you need some na’vi cock again, come to this spot and I will answer your calling” he winked and ran off with his bow in hand, leaving you naked and vulnerable. But… also satisfied.

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[uraveragelonelysapphic]

Danger

Colt Seavers x fem!reader

a/n: hey team! surprise! also, i despise the way this turned out. but i haven’t written in ages, so i guess I’ve gotta start somewhere. if it’s shit, i apologize in advance! but enjoy!!!

summary: you have an issue with your boyfriend’s addiction to danger. he doesn’t see the problem. but will he see it when the shoe is on the other foot?

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“you’re not listening to me.”

“no, i hear you loud and clear. you don’t agree with me doing my job.”

you and colt have been at it for the entirety of your lunch break. this all started when you heard from your coworker, hannah, in the animal welfare department that colt had agreed to perform a stunt involving him leaping from one helicopter to another. you were outraged to hear this through the grapevine instead of from your own boyfriend.

so, when he walked into your tent during lunch with that stupid smirk on his face, you just lost it. needless to say, he was not receptive to your worries.

you sigh, running your hand through your hair frustratedly. “that is not what i’m saying and you know it, colt. i’m just saying i can tell you’re getting riskier and riskier. this isn’t a car roll we’re talking about here, colt. this is literally leaping through the air. something that could absolutely be done through vfx.”

he takes a deep breath, trying to calm the conversation down. “you just don’t get it. the pressure to agree to something when you’re on set with everyone watching you…you just don’t get it.”

you furrowed your brows at this. “i don’t get it? i work on a film set too, in case you forgot.”

he can feel tensions are high, so he attempts once more to calm things by making a joke…one that happens to be in very poor taste.

“i mean, technically, but, don’t you just sit in your trailer all day and tell dogs to sit and stay? it’s not like you’re actually experiencing the pressures of hollywood,” he says with a chuckle.

your heart drops at that. no way did he just demean your entire life’s work to ‘telling dogs to sit and stay’. you’ve worked for years to be a professional animal trainer for screen and stage. it’s been your dream since you were a little girl growing up helping your parents with the animal sanctuary they founded.

“what did you just say?” you ask, shocked.

you see the fear on his face as he realizes the implications of his own words. “oh my god, no, i didn’t mean-“

you cut him off, a look of pure betrayal on your face. “no, i know exactly what you meant. now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to get some dogs to sit.”

“baby, wait, i-“

“out, seavers,” you demanded.

colt knew upon hearing you call him by his last name that there was no mending this right now, so he nodded his head in defeat and slowly left your tent.

you sat down in your chair and put your head in your hands, trying not to cry. deep down, you knew he was just trying to ease the tension of the situation with his typical colt-seavers-awkward-humor. but you just couldn’t shake the feeling his words left you with. he knew how hard you had worked for this position and how demeaning people could be about it. you just never thought that your biggest insecurity would be the bud of one of his jokes.

taking a deep breath, you stand up and try to shake off your argument. you had work to do.

~

meanwhile, colt is back on set, trying his best to focus as dan briefs him on what his airplane jump will look like. understandably, the stunt man is having trouble focusing. all he can think about is the look of complete and utter betrayal on your face after he made that joke. that stupid fucking joke. why couldn’t he have thought before he spoke, just this once?

“earth to seavers…” dan snaps in colt’s face, trying to get his attention.

“sorry, dan, you were saying?”

dan rolls his eyes. “you might wanna listen to this, considering it’s going to be one of the most dangerous stunts ever performed.”

colt cringes at that. “actually, dan, on second thought-“

dan’s walkie interrupts the conversation as a panicked voice comes through.

“we have a code red in animal welfare, code red in animal welfare.”

colt’s eyes widen at that. “dan, what the fuck does that mean?”

dan puts up a hand to shut colt up. “shhhh, i’m trying to hear it-“

“everyone please clear the area, emts to animal welfare, emts to animal welfare.”

dan speaks into the walkie. “can we request some elaboration on the situation please?”

the walkie beeps with a response. “koda got spooked.”

colt is terrified at this point, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. “dan…isn’t koda a black bear?”

dan slowly nods his head, worry prominent on his face.

“colt, i think you’ve gotta get to animal welfare. this could be bad.”

~

as you slowly regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is that you can only see half as well as usual. you lift your hand up to your face with a shaky hand and make contact with gauze that seems to be covering half of your face.

“oh fuck.“

your words startled a certain fall guy out of his slumber. upon noticing the panic on your face, he’s quick to move to your side.

“hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?” he gently asks.

“that depends,” you start slowly, “do i still have two eyes?”

he stifles a laugh at your blunt response. “yeah, don’t worry. you still have two eyes. it was a close one, though. he got you pretty good.”

you look at him confused. “what even happened? all i remember is koda getting overwhelmed and going to jump on me. everything else is lost on me.”

colt sighed. “you were knocked unconscious once you hit the ground, but from there koda did some damage with his claws. luckily, hannah was able to get him off of you before he-“ his breath hitches at the thought.

you squeeze his hand. “hey, it’s okay. it’s all okay.”

colt’s face crumples at this as tears fall down his face. you take his face in your hands and gently wipe his tears away. “what is it, honey?”

“i get it now. getting the call on the walkie. i get it. my heart fucking stopped because i thought that you were gonna-“

you press a kiss to his forehead. “shhh. i didn’t, though.”

“but you could’ve, and the last thing i would’ve said to you was that dumb joke that was the opposite of the truth,” he sobbed out.

“baby, i know that. i was just upset in the moment because it hit a sore spot, but of course i knew your true intentions. we’re okay, yeah?” you stroke his hair to calm him down, and the two of you sit there for a moment until his sobs become sniffles.

you bask in the silence, happy to still be alive and still be with him.

“i’m not doing it.”

upon your curious look, colt continues.

“the plane stunt. i’m not doing it.”

you sigh. “i just worry, but ultimately you do know best-“

he cuts you off. “no, no. i learned today how terrifying it is to watch you in danger of losing your life. i can’t imagine how you feel everyday on set. i’m not doing it.”

you smile. “well, i can’t say i’m not relieved to hear that.”

he smiles back at you.

“i love you, darling.”

“i love you right back, fall guy.”

[syluscore]

Using You

~Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

Word count: 2177

Content warnings: smut, sexual content, somnophilia, non-con bc leon's asleep, female masturbation, assisted female masturbation, praise, choking

!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!!!

You woke up less than gracefully. You jolted awake harshly, your body covered in a cold sweat. Thankfully Leon’s arm had you held down firmly in place. Or maybe not so thankfully after the dream you’d just woken from. Every cell in your body felt overly sensitive and on edge as you were slowly becoming more and more aware of each inch of your body that was in contact with your boyfriend. You were beyond aroused. You daydreamed of all the things Leon could do to your body, the wonderful fucking things he could make you feel. It wasn’t enough for you, now you had to dream of it as well.

You were so happy that Leon could trust you and your home enough to take sleeping medication when he was in desperate need of sleep. Most nights he was restless, constantly worrying himself about when another outbreak could occur and how to keep you safe and shielded from the true horrors of the world. His sleep brought you comfort because you were always so worried about him. He also looked so handsome with his hair messy, lips slightly parted, small snores slipping past his lips, which was a definite bonus. You stirred around beneath his arm, shook him, whispered to him, you even tried clearing your throat, but nothing was getting this man to budge.

You sighed in defeat, accepting there was no way you were going to pull him from the deep slumber he was in. But your cunt was so needy, begging to be touched. You needed to be touched, there was no way you’d be able to fall back asleep with the state you were in. Although, resuming the filthy dreams you’d been having all night didn’t sound so bad. Being pressed between Leon and a wall, his lips sucking gently on your neck, his hand slipping lower and lower-there’s no way you’re falling back asleep.

The position you two were laying in was a bit weird. You both were laying on your backs, your right shoulder tucked under his left one. His left arm was sprawled over your body, his hand resting on your left hip. Your right leg was thrown over his left one, your legs spread wide open, which wasn’t helping matters considering any movement in the air could be felt on your clothed cunt. The only clothes covering your body were panties and a big t-shirt, the blankets long thrown to the side. Cuddled into Leon was your favorite way to sleep, but fuck did that man produce so much body heat, he could heat the house in the dead of winter if you found a way to contain it and push it through the air vents.

You tried to reach down to touch yourself, but with Leon’s arm keeping you laid flat out, you couldn’t scrunch your body or angle your arms quite right to reach. Your hips kept involuntarily rising in search of friction and you were growing extremely frustrated. You were half tempted to grab his hand and use it to play with yourself. It’d finally give you the leverage to reach the parts of yourself in desperate need of attention.

You wouldn’t do that though, it would be wrong considering you’d never discussed it before. Leon had woken you up countless times with his hand or mouth between your thighs, his cock rubbing against you, his fingers pinching your nipples. It was, without a doubt, your favorite way to wake up. Would Leon really mind if you used him to help yourself? Would he find the idea as arousing as you always had when he’d done it? Fuck, why hadn’t you two ever discussed this before?

You knew the right thing to do would be to lift his arm off of you and climb out from underneath it. Sneak off to the bathroom for just a moment to get yourself off and then come back to bed when the job has been completed. Like a horny teenager. You accepted your fate and began to lift his heavy arm off of you.

That was the plan at least. His limp fingers grazed over the skin on your tummy causing goosebumps to rise up on the sensitive skin. You slowly moved his hand further and further down to where you wanted it most. Eventually, his big hand rested over your clothed cunt and you couldn’t help yourself as you grinded up into it. Soon, whimpers were slipping through your lips, it just felt so fucking good. Your hand was over his, fingers almost intertwined with how tightly you held it, pressing it firmer against yourself.

Your panties were coated in your arousal, it was soaking right through them and you could feel your essence on yours and Leon’s fingers. You’d only do this for another minute, then you’d roll out of the bed and head to the bathroom to finish yourself off. Time quickly passed and you tried to reason with yourself to get up and go, but your pleasure filled brain was anything but reasonable.

You just couldn’t fucking help it, you needed more and you needed it now. You managed to slip your panties down to your mid thighs and Leon’s hand was finally making direct contact with where you desperately craved him. Using your fingers, you guided him directly to your sweet bundle of nerves and sparks were instantly shooting through your entire body. You let out a long, pathetic whine that would’ve embarrassed you in any other scenario, but there was no one even here to witness it, so you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure.

At least that’s what you thought. With the constant movement of Leon’s arm, he slowly gained consciousness from the disturbance. Thanks to his job, he’d woken up in many bad situations. He was able to give no indication of being awake as he became aware of his surroundings and the situation he was in. He was thoroughly surprised to be woken up with you controlling his fingers, giving yourself pleasure and his growing erection was solid proof of his enjoyment of the scene playing out right next to him. Or rather the scene playing out with him.

He watched as your head thrashed around on the pillows and your little noises of pleasure grew as you continued to use his fingers to get off. He could feel your wetness on his fingers, he could hear the sounds your wet pussy was making as you worked yourself up more and more. As much as Leon was enjoying the show that was playing out in front of himself, he also couldn’t help himself.

“Mmmm, what are you doing there sweetheart?” he asked you, voice still husky and deep from sleep. You jerked back at the sudden noise, gasping as you stopped your movements completely, blush creeping up your face. 

“F-fuck, Leon. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing, I just, fuck,” you nervously spoke out, guilt consuming you. How could you let this continue on for as long as you did? The man was asleep, you had no right to do this to him. 

“Sorry for what? Using my fingers to touch your greedy little pussy? By all means, don’t stop on my account. Keep going,” he said as he rolled onto his left side. His lips were peppering kisses across your jaw and neck. The new position gave you much better leverage to use his hands. His words had your pussy clenching around nothing. He loved you using him like this. He had so much control over you that you had to use his fingers to get yourself off? Yeah, he was very into it.

You continued running his fingers through your folds, teasing your clit over and over again. He mumbled all sorts of good girls, just like thats, and other praises against your ear and neck. You’d never been so worked up in your entire life. Every single little touch felt so fucking good, but you needed more. You needed his fingers deep in you.

“Leon, can you put your fingers inside of me, please? I need it so bad,” you pleaded with him, but he only chuckled at you.

“If that’s where you want me, then put me there. You’re just using me, baby girl. If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to make it happen yourself,” he told you, not once moving his fingers himself. You halted your movements and whined at him, giving him your best puppy eyes. He didn’t relent at all as he stared back at you.

“Fine, fuck, okay. We have to move positions, I can’t get the leverage to do that from here,” you spoke and he nodded. He sat up against the headboard and brought your back to his chest. You could feel his erection pressing into your back and you moaned at the feeling. You wrapped your legs up and over his, your panties slipping off somewhere in the process and your cunt spread open even more than before.

You brought his hand down to your wet hole and ran his fingers all around it, gathering up the wetness pooling there. You were spread so wide that both of your hands fit comfortably between your legs. You intertwined your fingers with his again, leaving your middle fingers straight out and pressed together as you slowly pushed them inside of yourself. You threw your head back into his chest as you moaned loudly at the stretch.

Leon’s free hand slowly ran along the side of your body, before bringing it to your breasts and teasingly running his fingers around your nipples. “You’re doing such a good job sweet girl, so wet for me,” he murmured into your hair. He began playing with your nipples as you started to slowly pump yours and his fingers in and out of yourself. 

You pulled your fingers out, straightening out your ring fingers and rubbing the now four fingers around the outside of your hole. You knew it was more than you were ever used to taking, but you needed to be full so badly. You wanted your cunt stretched out around yours and Leon’s fingers desperately. You knew you were wet enough to take it.

You pushed the sets of fingers into yourself and started pumping them again. You’d never felt anything quite like this before. You don’t know if it was the actual stimulation or knowing how you were using Leon’s fingers to get off, but you were so fucking close and all you could think about was moving your fingers and cumming.

“Leon, I’m close, I’m gonna cum, fuck,” you said, increasing the pace of your fingers. The whole situation currently playing out was so unexpected, but so fucking erotic at the same time. Leon removed his hand from your breasts and brought it up to your neck. He tightly wrapped his hand around your throat, cutting off the oxygen supply to your brain.

“That’s it baby, make yourself cum like a good little slut,” he whispered into your ear as your brain became more and more foggy. A few more thrusts of your fingers and you were screaming out as your climax crashed through you. “Fuck you’re gripping me so tight, keep screaming for me baby,” Leon spoke and he needn’t say anymore. You couldn’t help the screams and wheezes coming out of you. The only coherent word leaving your lips being Leon’s name. 

Leon released your throat as your fingers stopped their movement. Your heart hammered in your ears and throughout your whole body. You were breathing so heavily as you tried to climb back down from cloud 9. All Leon could do was run his hand through your hair and leave kisses across your cheek. He loved the way you were shaking and clinging to him.

Your breathing finally returned to normal and as the reality of what you’d just done set in, little laughs fell from your lips. Leon couldn’t help but laugh with you. He gripped your jaw and turned your head to face him as he brought your lips to his. The kiss was slow and gentle, post-orgasm exhaustion making it hard to concentrate, but Leon was happy to guide you. 

You pulled away from his lips and whispered, “Sorry for using you like that.” You looked into his eyes and hoped he could see the sincerity in yours. He may have been okay with what played out, but you still felt guilty for doing what you did.

“Fucking hell sweetheart, use me anytime you want. Best way I’ve ever woken up I promise,” he assured you before capturing your lips again. He ground his hips into your back and his erection brushed up against you. “I gave you a hand,” he smirked at you, proud of his corny joke. All you could do was roll your eyes at him. “Maybe you could help me next?” he suggested, raising his eyebrow at you. Suddenly, you’re wide awake again. 

~masterlist~

[preseriesdean]

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Speechless by candle_beck 11.2k words, rated T, published 2008 Dean loses his voice and their rapport is only moderately impaired.

Crying Talking Sleeping Walking by FrancesHouseman 3.3k words, rated E, published 2016 The witch dies laughing at Dean. It's never a good sign.

Talk around it by @goshen-applecrumbledore 12.8k words, rated E, published 2021, underage “It’s just a truth spell,” Sam tried. “It could be worse.” Dean looked at him like he was stupid. “Yeah, thank God we don’t have a giant, life-ruining secret that we really, really don’t want our dad knowing. Good thing he’s not on his way here right this second.” He scoffed. “Could be worse. Jesus. Good to know you can still lie.”

Heart Shaped Balloon by winsive 18.6k words, rated E, published 2022, underage Sam and Dad are fighting. No surprise, but it's the weekend before Valentine's Day and Dean isn't missing out on the chance to bang a cheerleader just to console his bratty little brother. He does bring back a heart shaped balloon for him, though. It's not supposed to be cursed.

Flood of Water by sevenfists 9.9k words, rated E, published 2006 "Please tell me you know how this happened," Sam said. "Yeah," Dean said. He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and let his arms fall away from his chest, his clasped hands settling in his lap. His t-shirt clung to him, worn thin from too many washings, and Sam could see the heavy weight of his breasts, his nipples hard in the cold air.

All That Sam by Catchclaw 10.4k words, rated M, published 2012 Dean thinks of himself as an innovator. A sex god. A professional problem solver. And then Sammy gets hit with some hoodoo and all of that shit gets shot straight to hell.

The Talking Cure by Mollyamory 2.4k words, rated T, published 2013 Dean tries to keep his mouth shut, but as much as he wants to keep quiet, he also wants to say--

Desiderata by @dyed-red 45.2k words, rated E, published 2023, incomplete Dean is hit with a curse. It shouldn’t take that much to resolve, could be a gift under other circumstances, but life’s not that simple for the Winchesters.

Out of Context by doctor_idiot 7.2k words, rated E, published 2017 When Sam and Dean keep waking up naked, all over each other, and without recollection of the previous night, the first thing Sam does is dig into the lore to find out what's going on. Dean is more concerned with the question why he always seems to be the one who bottoms.

And Baby You Can Sleep While I Drive by merle_p 8.6k words, rated T, published 2021 “So,” Dean says, hesitantly. “This is a dream then?” Sam blinks, confused. “Well, obviously.” “Huh,” Dream-Dean says and scratches his neck. He shifts awkwardly from his right to his left foot but otherwise stays where he is.

Cupid's Got A Gun by geckoholic 13.5k words, rated E, published 2012, non-con Fuck-or-die, set in early S4. But they've been fucking for years, so that shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. Ever since hell, Dean's in no hurry to get that show on the road again. They've tried, and it doesn't work, too many bad memories from what's been done to him downstairs. A case that involves a cursed cross and a vengeful witch takes that choice away from them, though…

(for you and me) i got no alibi by remy 23.4k words, rated E, published 2019 There are people hitting on Sam wherever he goes, and Dean is doing weird things like holding doors open for him and touching him way more than is necessary, and it's all driving Sam up the wall. It doesn't help that he's been in love with Dean for just about forever, and all of it feels like a mockery of something he'll never get to have. Meanwhile, Dean is at his wits' end trying to figure out how he can make Sam realize that he is, in fact, trying to get into his pants.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Ghostface!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader PART II

TW[updated]: Stalking, Breaking and entering, bandages, insert of foreign deadly material into privates, somnophilia, dacraephilia, Non-con, dubious con, Con-Non-con (at sm point i hope), bondage, knife play, rape kink, possessive!Spencer, murder threats, kinda forced bj, Creampie, degradation, dvp, BWC ig,(Idk what else BUT BRACE YOURSELF)

He continued to watch you, how you reacted to his light touches. He wanted to laugh at how you seemed to think it was a dream. However his patience kept being overrun by his need to corrupt you, every single inch of you. To ruin you for any man you dared to run to.

He thought about you, hickies splayed all over your neck, lips swollen, cum all over your breasts, cum also leaving out of both your holes.

He felt his cock tighten in his briefs.

Now

He took of your shirt with his knife and started to kneed your breasts, your breaths came in heavy but quiet sighs. You were enjoying this. He wanted to know how you'd feel if you realised who was making you feel this way.

He kissed down your neck leaving visible hickeys all round. He watched in awe as your pussy started to leak, how your hips seemed to grind into thin air.

He took caution to the wind and leaned in, he nipped the groove of your neck as he went down to your breasts he took one in his mouth.

Like clockwork your back arch a moan escaped your lips. For a moment he wondered what his cock around your lips would feel like.

One at a time.

First he was going to fuck you awake.

He remove his belt and kept it to the side, he might need that for you later. He brough out his cock and held it firmly in his hand. For weeks he'd been dying to know how your soft little cunt felt like.

And today was the day.

Now.

He slipped the head through and felt euphoria wash over him. That's when you woke up. He got harder as he watched you trash around. The very sight made him harder. He gripped your hips and planted them into the bed.

"Easy now, fuck, you feel so good around my cock," he thrust in sending your back into an arch. You started to cry at the intrusion.

"Fuck even when you're crying you're still so dam fuckabke, fuck I've wanted to see how you'd look around my dick for so long," Your breath started to get heavier as your orgasm approached. "Fuck i should have brought a camera fucking record you,"

"Please...please..." You didn't know whether you were begging for him to stop or for him to go fsster. He went faster ramming into you at an inhuman speed.

"You wanna cum so badly don't you, alright, he leaned in, "Cum for me," he said as he bit into your neck.

You came with a scream, your body feeling ten times lighter, buzzing away. You almost forgot about the man inside you.

"Will you be good girl for me? Hmm?" He says as he cuts your bindings, you're too weak to do much. All you could do was just be. Spencer chuckled as he stayed in you.

"Come here," he said. "We're not done yet," You were soon on his lap, warming up his cock, occasionally he'd thrust up and then make your hips thrust down on it hard and fast leading you to come even more. You were so sensitive that you started to cry.

"I'll have so much fun with you, turning you into my little cumslut"

***

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[cocoakrispis-blog]

SCHOOL CRUSH (CHAPTER 1)

pairing ~ ellie x fem! reader

summary ~ y/n starts her first day of school in search of a suitable school crush to m

warnings ~ lots of yap, mainly just build up, ellie only shows up at the end of the chapter

wc ~ 1.4k words

summer had officially come to a close and at the start o your first day you were feeling extremely conflicted.

it was the same pros and cons list every year and this one was nothing different.

on one hand you get to go back into your routine no matter how annoying and exhausting it was. summer freedom was great and all but eventually just like every summer before you were destined to run out of tings to do. on top of that getting through this year gets you one step closer to graduating.

however that also meant you were going to be forced into the same small rooms with the same people you had been going to school with since middle school. there’s definitely more to add onto this list but you currently have other more pressing matters to worry about.

“hey i know we’re like seniors and all but we still do have to pay attention to this stuff no matter how borrowing it is.” you felt dina nudge you in the ribs with a sigh.

“yeah yeah ask or help if you don’t know where all your classrooms are, show up to class, be prepared, have a positive attitude i know all of this stuff dina.” you nudge her back just a little harder.

jesse laughs at your obvious lack of enthusiasm and you all turn back to the senior group leader that was droning on about something you’d spent the past four years hearing.

to be completely honest your poor mood and low motivation could be easily fixed if you just knew you had even the slightest chance of having a good solid school crush. a class crush, club crush, hallway crush, literally anything. unfortunately though this hadn’t been your first time around the block and by your fourth year there wasn’t a chance you would going to be able to even crush on someone without already knowing their whole entire back story through school gossip.

what you needed was someone new.

a girl that you and everyone else around you had never interacted with before. someone who was a breath of fresh air that could motivate you to choose an outfit the night before, get up at 8 in the morning, put on a full face of makeup, and maybe actually bother to maybe smile a little bit more in the hallways like dina had been telling you to.

as nice as that a dream sounded you were fairly sure the chances of that possible happening where near zero percent.

“y/n please stop zoning out they’re handing out our schedules.” dina dragged you towards the long lines of students lined up by their last name. you sighed in response and allowed dina to drag you over to the area, with jesse in tow.

after a long and drawn out wait you finally reached the front of the line and received the schedule you had made almost a year ago now.

“man why did i sign up for astronomy again?” you scratch your head in confusion at your questionable decisions.

“because you still needed a science credit and thought that astronomy would be an easy science due ot the fact that in your words ‘astronomy can’t be that different from astrology i mean i know my zodiac sign’.” jesse’s voice drifted into your ear suddenly which made you jump.

“holy fucking shit dude where did you come from?” you place the hand that’s not holding onto your schedule to calm your racing heart beat.

“heaven.” jesse gave you a satisfied smile at his own joke.

“yeah yeah whatever you creep.” you slightly push him away from you with a small smile.

soon after the small interaction dina makes her way over to you two with a bright smile on her face. clearly she was extremely satisfied with her schedule.

“got all the teachers i wanted this is quite literally the perfect schedule.” dina slightly gloated with the slip of paper displaying all of her classes.

you rolled your eyes and playfully snatched the paper from her to compare hers to yours. soon after you grabbed jesse’s to do the same. eventually ending up with a long winded swapping of schedules.

“dude me and dina only have like three classes together and jesse me and you only have two this sucks ass.” you groan while glaring at the piece of paper you had been handed. they both nodded in agreement with a slight frown on their face.

“hey it’s okay you guys we’ll still see eachother all the time we’re literally the inseparable trio.” jesse throws his arms over both you and dina’s shoulders to pull you into a side hug.

“yeah i’m sure we will but i literally have no motivation to go to any of the classes i don’t have with you guys.” you sigh sadly while resting your head against jesse’s shoulder in defeat.

“don’t say that just yet y/n maybe the dream girl you were zoning out thinking about earlier will magically appear and whisk you away!” you look over at dina to see her giving you a sarcastic smile.

you quickly pull away from jesse and dina to give dina a hard glare.

“hey i totally was not day dreaming about some imaginary girl earlier.” you cross your arms over your chest in retaliation.

dina and jesse simultaneously turn to look at eachother before bursting into laughter at your obvious false statement.

“whatever you guys stop being annoying i know that there’s no chance of the girl of my dreams dropping in out of nowhere-“ you stop all of a sudden when your eyes immediately glue to a girl you’ve never seen before.

jesse and dina give you a weird look when you stop mid sentence and wait for you to continue.

“scratch that look over there oh my god i’ve totally never seen her before literally need her.” you quickly tun around dina and jesse to discreetly point at the new girl.

dina and jesse squint a little to look at who you’re pointing at but as soon as they see her she turns around to reveal herself as someone you all have definitely encountered many times before.

“hey y/n i don’t think she’s new i’ve for sure seen her before.” jesse shakes his head.

“yeah isn’t that the lesbian whitch-“

“who totally puts curses on people.” you finish dina’s sentence with a sigh. “yeah yeah she just looks really different now i guess she finally got a glow up.”

“maybe one of her beauty spells finally worked over the summer.” dina jokes. you and jesse both burst into laughter while dina joins the two of you.

soon after that the small orientation period you reluctantly split up from dina and jesse to officially start your first day. the day went by fairly smoothly nothing crazy had happened yet, but now it was approaching the end of the day and all your classes with jesse and dina had come and gone, leaving you to have to thug it out the rest of the day.

you were in the middle of contemplating skipping the rest of your classes but as you walked into your second to last class, which was the astronomy class you didn’’t remember signing up for you saw something that made you stop in your tracks.

you did a double take before walking around the unfamiliar classroom in search of a seat close to the girl you were entirely sure you had never seen before.

once you sat down in the seat two away from her you glanced at her a couple more times to make sure our eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

i mean this girl was beautiful. like the type of beautiful that made you. just want to stop and stare for a while. like the kind of natural beauty that didn’t require makeup to enhance it so i could be seen.

auburn hair, hazel eye, and a the cutest face you had ever seen dusted with the most adorable freckles. you didn’t realize it but you were no longer even being discreet about your staring and almost instantly the mystery girl looked up to see you practically slack jawed swooning over her.

you jumped when you made direct eye contact with those gorgeous hazel eyes and cleared your throat before awkwardly looking away.

looks like you did have a reason to go to school everyday now.

a/n: so this is gonna be my first series i’m mainly just playing around with all fo this to see what works and experiment with a couple of things it’s going to be pretty lighthearted and not very plot heavy so i’m telling y’all that now. i’m also. lowkey basing a lot of this off of my own lore i’m really sorry if it gets boring. i’m still working on properly characterizing all of the tlou characters so please be patient with me and thank you for reading!

[sedimentarylesbian]

SPOILERS for HELLUVA SHORTS: Weeaboo-boo

so the last time i made a post regarding an episode (or in this case minisode) of helluva boss, i had some severe criticism that some folks didnt wanna hearso for the sore super stans who may happen across this youll be glad to know i actually loved this episode and have nothing but praise.

first of all, in the screenshot above we see the latest target is someone who did absolutely nothing wrong. she is being targeted for shipping the "wrong" thing. sound familiar? should be. hazbin/helluva fandom is notorious at this point for the ship wars, and as much as i dont like viv she has half a brain to understand that fighting over fictional characters is stupid and encourages fans to ship and let ship. the humor here is very self aware and a fig at the toxic fans, which to me is a hilarious way to call them out, even if half of them wonr notice theyre being made fun of.

now second of all we get more digs at another sector of fans: the horny fucks. i have no qualms with these fans because they live their dream life. though some could definitely use some fresh air every once in a while. its more so a dig at the ones who dont take the time to exit their fictional reality. THOUGH, lets be honest here, most of us would fall to our knees if a sexy demon appeared to us.

what i dont get is the magical merchandise. maybe im reading too far into this one but there seems to be no reason as to why this girl would have some magic amulet. would be cooler if she just found some real angelic amulet and that was why she was protected by that? adding the random element that anything with a pentagram and wings protects you seems silly. couldve leaned into the fact she clearly worships satan by the doll on her desk, so she cast a spell or something cooler. IDK.

i also like the character design a lot. she looks like a real life con attendee waiting for her favorite actor to sign something. shes cute and appealing to the eye. even her demon design reflects her personality well, someone creative who likes cute but weird stuff, so she has cotton candy colors and typical demon traits.

all in all i liked this minisode. a genuine 9/10 if not 10/10. tune in next time for more unwanted opinions from your favorite dyke.

i also decided to doodle emberlynn, shes very cute.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 34.

Summary: Still in shock in light of Y/N's decision, Paul decides to share the burden with Embry. However, the morning takes a turn for the worse.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, GRAPHIC depictions of death and blood

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Paul stands before Embry and Daisy, the weight of Y/N’s decision pressing heavily on his shoulders. The words feel foreign, even as they leave his lips.

“Y/N said she will join the Cullens.”

“She actually wants to be one of them?” Embry’s voice breaks the tense silence, his hand dragging down his face in disbelief. “Wasn’t she the one that said she would never accept that kind of a life?”

Paul nods, remaining quiet as he collapses in the chair. He has barely spoken since Y/N uttered the words the previous night. The memory of her words sends a shiver down his spine, the intensity of the moment still fresh in his mind. Truth be told, he had no time to react because his body reacted for him. Their bedroom window’s shards can attest to that as well as Embry’s shorts that he barely got over his thighs. 

“Did she say why?” Embry’s question hangs in the air, but Paul remains silent, shaking his head. The sigh that escapes his lips is heavy with unspoken turmoil. He hadn’t given Y/N a chance to explain herself, but her resolve had been unmistakable. It’s what he had begged for, what he had prayed for countless nights. Yet now, faced with the reality of it, he is filled with a sense of dread and uncertainty. If it’s what he’s wanted all along, why is he so distraught over it?

Embry rises from his seat, determination etched on his face. “I should talk to her.”

Daisy’s grip on his hand stops him in his tracks. “I don’t think you’re the one who should be talking to her,” she says gently but firmly. “I’m not sure there’s much to talk about. If she’s made her decision, it’s only a matter of how and when.”

 “She told me she’d never forgive me if I even tried to turn her into one of them,” Paul’s voice is strained, the words coming out through gritted teeth. “This is a result of an emotional night. She probably feels pressured because of the wedding and our vows.”

Daisy’s gaze is unwavering, her voice filled with conviction. “It could also be that she’s had more time to think and inform herself of all the pros and cons of being a vampire. It’s Y/N! When have you known her to make a rash decision? She’s chronically overthinking every fucking thing. I highly doubt she’d say something so heavy without being absolutely certain that’s what she wants.”

Embry rubs his chin, biting his lower lip. “Daisy is right. I hate it, but if this is what she wants, then fuck it. We can figure it out.”

Paul’s frustration boils over, his voice rising. “The very possibility of her being one of them is what brought the death visions I still dream of every night. She won’t be just a vampire; she will be the reason the Volturi come back.” 

“They won’t touch her,” Embry growls, his instincts flaring. Y/N’s been a very big part of his heart for as long as he can remember, and every cell of his being demands her safety.

Daisy's running soothing circles on Embry’s back but it does little to ease the tension. 

She inhales sharply. “I don’t know the Volturi, but I know of them. If they come back, I’m not sure what you can do to survive their attack.”

“Last time, had it been a fight, I wouldn’t have survived,” Paul reminds them. “The only reason I got to live long enough to imprint on Y/N and have this amazing life with her is because we managed to stop the war before it began by proving Renesmee isn’t going to end their species. Y/N is a genuine threat.” 

Bowing his head, Paul covers his face with his hands, his voice breaking. “I want her to live and I want her to be safe, but either choice brings us to the same ending and I don’t know what to do with that.”

“We don’t know why she dies if she remains human,” Embry pulls Daisy closer to him. “All we know it’s by the tree we burned and in a violent manner. If we never let her near the forest, if you guys move somewhere barren, why would we expect her to die? She could be human and you two could live out the rest of your lives in a desert riding camels or something!”

“I don’t think that would work,” Daisy says softly, her voice trembling with the effort to hold back tears. She fears that if she speaks any louder, her voice will break. “If she’s destined to die, it would happen no matter how hard we try to stop it.” 

“Destined to die is a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Jasper chimes in, raising an eyebrow and suppressing a smirk. The three look at him and Alice in shock.

“I can’t see her future anymore,” Alice states begrudgingly, her frustration palpable. “The last of what I saw was her making a choice to be one of us. After that, everything goes dark.”

“Fucking great,” Embry exclaims, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“You saw it?” Paul stands, his knees shaking but determination fuels his movements. 

Alice nods ever so slightly. “She made her decision walking down the aisle.”

“And she wants me to do it,” Jasper announces cheerily as if it was a trivial matter. 

Paul’s hands form fists by his sides, his scowl deepening. “If anyone is going to do it, it will be Carlisle.”

“Jasper is right,” Alice interjects, her voice firm. “Y/N’s choice is not Carlisle.”

“This is ridiculous,” Paul chuckles dryly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m going to talk to my wife. She’ll clear everything up and I’ll pack us up to live in the Antarctic if I have to, but I won’t let her do something she didn’t want.”

“But she does want it now,” Alice reminds him gently, her eyes filled with empathy. “With no outside pressure, she chose to take a chance on your love. I don’t see much of her future, but if you storm in there right now all you’ll have is regret because she will get hurt and it will be your fault.”

“I would never lose control with her close by,” Paul huffs.

“You will,” Alice flinches at the certainty of her own words. “She’ll survive this time, but it will leave a gnarly scar on her back.”

Embry steps in front of Paul, pointing to the chair with a firm hand.  “Sit your ass down.”

“I think I’ll be sick,” Daisy murmurs, a hand slapping over her mouth as she rushes to the bathroom.

“Ah, fuck,” Embry mutters, running after her. “Don’t let him leave!” he shouts back.

Groaning, Paul reluctantly sits down, his mind racing. “You can’t see her future and I’m supposed to be fine with that? Even if she was going to die, wouldn’t you see it?”

Alice’s voice is tinged with frustration. “My visions don’t always work well. Especially with the pack.”

Jasper wraps an arm around her, trying to comfort her. “She struggles to accept that.”

“Would you enjoy being hindered by a pack of wolves?” Alice retorts, her eyes flashing with irritation.

Smirking, Jasper shrugs. “I’m superior in that way.”

Before anyone can react, Jasper grunts, doubling over from a punch Paul didn't even see coming. “I deserved that,” he admits, wincing.

“Yes, you did,” Alice chuckles.

“Why did she decide on Jasper?” Paul furrows his eyebrows. “Would Jasper even manage to do it without killing her?”

“I’m not sure,” Alice sighs, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, love.” Jasper tries to interject some lightness, but the tension in the room remains palpable.

Paul runs a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “I need to talk to her. If I leave now, will I still hurt her?” 

“No,” Alice frowns, her eyes distant. “I don’t...” She pauses, her face suddenly going pale as her gaze fixes on something only she can see. “I don’t see...” 

“Alice?” Jasper grabs her tightly, holding her steady. “What do you see?”

“She’s in the forest,” Alice gasps, grasping onto Jasper’s hand for dear life. 

“Y/N?!” Paul’s voice cracks with raw fear. His heart pounds violently, each beat echoing the urgency in his chest. He can tell something’s terribly wrong; Alice wouldn’t seem so agitated otherwise. Every cell in Paul’s body is itching to shift, to run straight to his imprint, but he doesn’t know where to go.

“She’s not alone,” Alice squeals, her panic contagious.

Grabbing her shoulders, Paul ignores the angry look Jasper shoots him. “Where is she exactly?!”

Alice shakes her head in horror, “I don’t know! I don’t see any clear markings!”

Hearing the commotion, Embry runs back to see what’s happening. 

“Paul?”

“I think it’s happening,” Paul’s eyes are filled with tears as he meets Embry’s worried gaze. “I think she’s going to die.”

Embry’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing with determination. “I’m calling everyone. We won’t let that happen.”

“I will,” Daisy insists, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “You and Paul get going. I’ll call Sam, and Emily will help call the rest of them.”

“Babe –“ Embry starts, but Daisy cuts him off.

“Embry, I love you,” she states clearly, “but I need you to go save my best friend.”

Biting his lips, Embry nods.

“We’re coming with you,” Jasper declares, leaving no room for argument.

Paul and Embry shift almost instantly, their forms blurring as they leave the house in a rush, filled with shared desperation that’s driving them to find Y/N before it’s too late. 

Paul’s heart feels like it’s being squeezed in barbed wire. The thought of Y/N out there, alone and in danger, fills him with dread so profound it nearly paralyzes him. He can feel the bond they share, but he can't feel her emotions. She could still be safe and that thought alone is giving him strength to keep going, guiding him through the forest. He can’t lose her, not now, not ever. The fear of losing her to the very fate he’s been trying to prevent for so long is a weight that threatens to crush him, but he pushes on, driven by love and complete terror. 

“I’ve already told our family,” Alice tells Daisy. “We’ll all be out there.”

Holding back tears, Daisy sniffles as the vampires leave, the house now eerily empty. “I just hope it’s enough,” she whispers, her voice a fragile thread of hope in the overwhelming tide of fear.

FINALE

[solaiced]

CASE 16: GETO SUGURU'S PUBLIC PUNISHMENT.

!content!: not proof-read/beta-read, non-con from geto's perspective, he doesn't know you like it, well he tries to convince you, but you're already convinced, public humiliation, good? ending, and cnc.

wc: 940

solace: sigh.

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You have officially lost it. You're cooked, as Nana and Mimi would say. Because if you weren't, why had you thought of your own cult leader using you? Without your consent, in front of the whole cult, then woke up wet. Why? Because you're crazy. Absolutely crazy in-love with—FUCK! Get him out of your head!

He's basically your boss and him treating you slightly better than the other members just because you're a sorcerer doesn't mean he’s inlove with you. Anyways, enough of that.

You were getting ready to go to work, aka; go to his temple, get curses for Master Geto as he asked and purr silently as he praises you. God, you loved when he praised you. Adored the way he carried himself and spoke your name softly, smiling while he did so.

You were absolutely, madly—Late! You glanced at the clock, reading 8:06. While you thought about your alluring and captivating leader, you were also late for said leader's morning attendance meeting for the first time ever!

But it's okay, right? It's not like he'd punish you for being late once. Right? Right.

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"Hgk! Ngh, Geto-Master-hng!"

You moan, legs up in the air as Geto thrusts up into you, arms locked under your knees in a full Nelson position.

All of this. All of it, because you were late. Your master grunts behind you, in your ear. His whole face was red, exerting himself to punish you, make an example out of you. And, fuck, if you didn't find this so fucking hot.

The way he moaned se freely in your ear, mumbling almost degrading stuff to you, as if you guys were alone. Yeah, he was also fucking you in front of the whole cult. You felt déjà vu from this.

“M-Master Getohh~!” You whine, back arching dangerously. All he did, however, was adjust his hold on you and eye the crowded room, er sharp glint in his dark, glazed, purple eyes. Oh, those eyes.

"If you cum before I tell you to, you will be punished like this all the time. Understand, lovely?" Geto asks, but he didn't need to.

You were already nodding, tongue out as you try to not drool while looking at your comrads.

"So obedient, dear. I might-hah, wife you up," he huffs in your ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The way you clenched around him was answer enough as he chuckled. You didn’t expect this.

No, you expected the punishment as the others had. This was humiliating in every sense of the word. But maybe, someone would believe you if you weren't so wet, the production of his pre and your slick oozing out of you and dripping onto the floor like a faucet leaking endlessly.

"Darling, Look at me, book at your God.” Your master demands, teeth bared in a snarl. You've never seen someone more attractive.

This was exactly what happened in your wet dream. Down to the last detail. From the way your coworkers’ mouths were agape to the way the monkeys watched your shivering form like they deserved to see their master fuck.

“This is probably what happened in your dream, hm?" He huffs, bringing your legs together so that they would be closed. Wait, what?

Your pussy lips bulge around him, pretty red clit on display for everyone to see.

“Yeah, pretty girl. I gave you that little dream. Made you late.” Geto chuckles breathlessly, “and now I made your dream come true.”

"Look at you, my devotee... So cock-drunk, you love my dick, don't you?" You nod, tongue too lax to even speak.

“Cum with me, okay, darling? " Again, a throaty whine to acquiese. Geto smiles against the shell of your ear, balancing both of your legs by slipping his arm under your knees and using his free hand to abuse your sensitive nub, stiff from pleasure.

A harsh cry rips out of you, trying to break free from your leader's rough fingers. He was too strong, removing his hand momentarily to block your arms between your back and his chest.

"Don't you dare try to escape me," he warns as he pinches your clit, shaping your mouth into an ‘O’.

“Now, cum, I'll fill you up, make your belly round with the strongest kids ever conceived, hm? Put those monkeys to shame and make everyone-hgk! Kne-kneel b'fore us, hm?" You hear his breath hitch, a groan following it.

A few more watery thrusts, a flick of your abused clit, and the dam bursts. Your eyes cross, and had you not been held up by Geto, you would've collapsed.

You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life, nonetheless with a man. It's only too late that you feel his cum sloshing around in you, eyes wide open. The crowd wasn't there anymore, dismissed by the Master.

You are placed on the soft tatami mat gently, hands kneading your thighs and legs to avoid soreness.

"I want you to come to my office every morning before the morning assembly," Geto's voice wakes you up from a trance.

"Need you to help me forget that I work with pathetic monkeys everyday." He confesses, covering your leaking hole. He kisses you ever so softly, like the fluttering of a bird's wings.

"You... do?" You ask, eyes closed due to exhaustion, missing his beautiful smile, a genuine one.

“Yeah. You don’t mind, do you?” He knew you didn’t, but he still asked. It boosted his ego.

“I don’t, Master Geto.” You mutter, clinging onto his robes, shivering uncomfortably.

“Please, call me Suguru when we’re alone.” His gentle smile turns sly, covering you up.

[jhuzen]

disagreements [m.reader]

regrets. lmao. here’s one before i perish. i give my thanks to that one prompt of two people liking the same person and ending up fucking it out.

𖦹 nsfw, some swearing because of scara, i call him the wanderer here ;-;, hate sex

There is no love within the wrinkled bedsheets. There is no love in the kisses that you and him shared. There is no love between the way your body moved against this abhorrent puppet that only served to make you look bad in front of him.

You held in a snarl as you felt the searing pain on your cheek as you received another smack from this… thing. Your eyes glowered in comparison to the Wanderer’s — whose eyes were glowing with absolute mirth coated in unadulterated sadism. He was a little man, but he can fight well. You knew that. You’ve fought against and with him before. He was your enemy and now he’s a comrade you’re learning to trust your life with.

“He’s never going to like you,” the puppet sneered at you with pure contempt. “Have you seen the way he’s slowly drifting away from you? It’s only a matter of time before you’re shoved in the back.”

“Big talk for someone who can barely coax Aether into a quick snack,” your growl undoubtedly sent shivers down to his spine and to admit it to you would be a social suicide. “He doesn’t even trust a vermin like you. Know your place, brat.” You spat and the Wanderer only took it in stride with a snarky laugh.

If anything, you and him looked foolish. Pathetic at best. Fighting with so much hate in each other’s eyes, and yet here you are, with your dick burrowed inside the puppet’s walls. While he took you in so easily, like a whore.

You hated him. He ruined the peace you’ve shared with the man you’ve admired for so long, interrupting you with his cacophony of chaos, ready to tear your blooming love for the traveler limb from limb. He was vile and absolutely shameless, and the loathing embers within you that laid dormant for so long sparked up into a fiery lava pit. You were right about Aether’s wariness of the Wanderer, but the fact is, you can also feel him warming up to this brat. And you were so, so weak to the idea of rejection. You hated entertaining the mere suggestion of it.

Aether was yours. He’s the man who gave you a purpose despite being a lonesome otherworldly traveler. And now some puppet from this hellscape of a world is stealing him away from you?

Your hips drew back before slamming your cock back inside him, and relished in his choked moan. You could feel his walls clenching so tightly around you, making you hiss in pleasure — he was sucking you in so good, and part of you can only hope that Aether was just as good in taking you in. But even that was just a fleeting dream until he finds his bloody sister.

“I hate you,” you murmured as your hips moved again. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…” you never once stopped as you chanted the phrase like a mantra, your thrusts deep and slowly, like a punctuation to every declaration of hate that you made to the man underneath you.

You hated him so much. So, so much. Him and his insufferable face that can con anyone into trusting him. That’s how you almost fell for him when you met him along with your beloved Aether and that broke astrologist.

“The more you s-say it, the less I— h-hah—!” A choked sob left his lips, as you fucked the air out of his lungs, but he’s a trooper, recovering with a pleased wince when your cock hit his prostate, “F-Fuck—! The less I… b-believe it…!”

Would you look at that, he got through it.

“You better believe it,” you snarled, your hands falling to the little fat of the Wanderer’s waist, squeezing them tight. You enjoyed the way he looked absolutely ruined, more so with your hands on the supple skin of his little waist. You loved the way how it was his weakest spot the way he loved it when he could see your conflicted face when he sucked you in him so easily. “You’re the least likable person in the world.”

A scoff in between the puppet’s hiccuping moans were heard before he yanked the necklace your dearest traveler had gifted you, “And yet you’re fucking him.” The glee in his eyes was almost childish. He was quick to wrap his legs around your hips, legs pushing you further inside, “And I may be the least likable, but you’re the most forgettable.”

The Wanderer’s hips rolled up into yours, relishing in the feeling of his weeping cock brushing against your toned stomach, “You’re boring,” he noted before letting go of your necklace. He knew how much it meant to you and enjoyed the way you seemed so tense every time someone lays a hand on it.

He wants to break it.

“You’re bland and uninteresting,” his hands caressed the skin if your back. “Absolutely plain and easy to ignore,” a deep hiss left your lips as his fingernails dug into them, he wanted to leave a mark on you, be it a punch, a smack, a kick, or this.

“You’ve got nothing to offer in the table, sweet dumb thing.”

The sickening grin that he had in his lips was the last straw, your hand flying to grip his cheeks, squishing them together before you leaned down further to growl on his lips, “Quit yammering, failure. I don’t bring sand to the beach; all you’ve done is heckle Aether and whine like a child while I go and do help him.”

“And where exactly did that get you? Straggling along like a coward, fucking someone who isn’t even him.”

Your pupils dilated as the Wanderer’s words sank deeper into your mind like a knife jabbed to your sides, twisting so crudely with a poison of satisfaction from the unyielding puppet. You hated that he’s right, and even with his whorish mouth that can emit the most pornographic sounds, he still was speaking nothing but the truth. Your devotion for Aether was going nowhere just as much as his admonishing admiration for him was going up in flames. Between the both of you, none made progress.

“Is that why you’re also not in bed with him?” You fired back this time with full throttle and the Wanderer’s lips quivered as a snarky reply died on his tongue.

“W-Wh— I—”

“You’re losing just as much as I am,” your hips are slowly picking up the pace, “You can’t even get him to be comfortable around you so your next best thing is to get fucked by someone who doesn’t even fucking like you.”

“F-Fu— haaaahh~! Fuck you—!”

“Welcome to the losing side again, halfwit.”

Words were quick to dissipate in the atmosphere of lust and hatred as your hips snapped into the Wanderer’s. The sinful sounds of your skin slapping against each other reverberated in the quaint little room of some inn that you and him paid for. Cries and whimpers spilled from the Wanderer’s pretty little mouth as he felt you reach further inside him, he could feel his poor abused walls clenching against you over and over again.

He hated you but absolutely loved the way your cockhead would hit his prostate so accurately. You knew him so well in bed like he knew the insecurities you bore while you were so pathetically in love with the same man he also harbored deep affections for. A surge of pleasure waded through him and his markings glowed like before. You never once failed to make him light up like some kind of festive lamp, completely drowned in pleasure that somehow only you brought him.

The way your hands squeezed his waist so greedily got him off, knowing that you were high off your hatred and your only way to relieve yourself is to fuck him into oblivion. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when your hand moved from his waist and squeezed against base of his cock. He hated how you knew he liked being deprived of his first release, the way you knew his body more than Aether ever could.

The bed rocked as it followed your vigorous movement, and his legs around your waist are slowly growing weaker. Pleasure clouded his mind and his thoughts were becoming muddled. Suddenly, he couldn’t see the traveler’s sweet face that he envisioned to bring him that sweet bliss. His teary eyes focusing on the way sweat cascaded through your knitted eyebrows, eyes gleaming with concentration yet so utterly dulled with the numbing pleasure that you’re experiencing.

He threw a hand over his eyes as he could feel the heat stir within his stomach, his ears were ringing but your delicious grunts filled his ears nonetheless. He could slowly feel himself slipping away from the realm of existence as your hand stroked his attention-deprived cock.

“‘M close,” you grunted and he could barely answer as he let you get sloppy with your thrusts.

Your rhythm was off and your pace was getting desperate, and his body shook as you came inside him — you always came first, a claim at him being less important than you — and he could feel your hot seed flow inside him, pumping him full like the last time. You were selfish in your claims but even that he could let pass as he felt his orgasm wash over him with thick ropes of cum spurting out from his slit, cascading down your slender fingers.

The atmosphere was dead despite the high of pleasure that came by you. Soft pants left both of your lips as you stared at each other. He squirmed as you finally slid out of him, watching him clench around as your semen slowly trickled down from his spent hole.

His eyes were hazy and yours were bleary.

The Wanderer laughed before opening his arms. A cold invitation that you accepted as you flopped down into it. You had half a mind to just suffocate him when you remembered it’s not an applicable murder method.

Your head turned to his, watching the way sweat clung onto his skin and glistened under the little light the dim lamp by the bedside table provided.

“I hope you die one day on a mission,” he says, completely ruined and breathless.

“Not until you get crushed one day by a boulder.”

[starrenati]

Somehow I feel like this chapter is both most and least comforting from all the ones written already. But I really like how it turned out anyway, so please, enjoy.

Chapter XIV

"Lover of the stars"

Hours passed and Alice was still sitting in the same spot, her eyes focused on the, now cold, tea in her cup. Both pros and cons of that decision seemed to weigh the same. It would be bad to betray it all, everything she knew until now. Sure. But oh how much she wanted to learn more, how to silence her mind on her own or at least how to deal with that pain without another catastrophe, like the one in the city. What surprised her the most, was the fact that Cassandra didn’t push at her at all. She just finished her tea, got up and left her here, alone. Not something she expected at all, no… Alice expected anger and demand for the answer, for frustration to arise over time and get loud. But it was calm, dust still like a golden glitter falling through the air and almost orange sun rays. 

On one hand, she didn’t want to agree, what if Wade and Logan find her? They’ll feel betrayed. They won’t want her anymore, as she’ll become as much of a villain as Cassandra is. On the other hand, it wasn’t guaranteed that they’ll ever find a way to get here. To the Void at all, more even find her in that vast space. She sighed, finally finishing the tea and getting up from the table. Her body felt stiff from sitting down for so long, she stretched, welcomed by well known cracks of her joints and spine, filling out the empty space. She frowned at it, it was suddenly so loud and overwhelming. She could’ve run. Or at least it felt like that. To just jump out from the window and make a run for it, maybe she’d manage to escape, find Laura and others if they’re still here, but she felt like someone tied a heavy, metal ball to her legs. She wouldn’t run. Of course not. It’d feel like a betrayal. Cassandra didn’t kill her, she trusted her and gave her time and space to make a decision. Running away would make her into an ungrateful coward. So Alice just sat down in what seemed to be the window and also eye socket of this gigantic skull. 

Her legs dangling in the air, as her mind remained as crowded as ever. Sure, the decision seemed simple. Say no, try to run and save your life, find a way to go back home. But there was so much more to it. She learned so much in such a short time and it made it all so much more difficult. Her dad not being her father, her mother being part of some fucked up agency that apparently not only sentences people to the Void, but also experiments on them if they’re interesting enough. Her powers getting out of control and warping time in some very wrong ways… What’s next? Waking up to it all being just a dream? On the same bench in the park, when she was fourteen and ran away from home for the first time? Or maybe when she was five, waking up in the garden to rain soaking her in seconds? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for it to be just a dream. At least it’d be a bit more bearable. 

She sighed, watching the people, Cassandra’s pawns, move down there, talk and enjoy each other's company. Will it happen to her as well if she says yes? To become just a mindless pawn with no free will, trapped in this corpse's arms? Not a very bright future, but with a warm undertone of belonging somewhere. With other freaks of nature, similar to her. It was all so messed up, right? She should’ve wanted to go home. Go back to those that cared for her, and yet she was contemplating about staying here, with some maniac woman, who’ll probably just use and discard her. 

She shook her head, raising her eyes to look at the darkening sky. Only now noticing that there was more than one moon, several colorful points that were probably some long forgotten planets or stars. Right. Everything that ended and was not needed anymore, was in the Void. Not only things but also parts of nature. Stars… So many constellations lost through time, from so many universes, now painting that sky in some color she couldn’t even name anymore. It was breathtaking. So she just sat there, watching them like a little kid watches a christmas tree, while sparkles in her own eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky. 

“You like the stars? How peculiar.” 

Alice jumped in place, hearing Cassandra behind herself so suddenly. She should’ve expected that, after all she was in her empire, not even held against her will, just stuck there. 

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Alice said back, her undertone carrying that little angry snap, mixed with guilt and shame. She didn’t mean to be mean. It just happened. On its own. 

“You’re angry. About?” 

“Of course I’m angry. From what I heard I don't have any other variant. It's just me. In the whole multiverse it's just me, no copies,and yet I was deemed useless enough to be sent into this hellhole! 21 years of living hell just to be sent here without even a glimpse of a happy ending!"

Saying it out loud helped to tidy her mind a bit, sort it into the right places, instead of wandering around it with no purpose at all. 

"Even your anger is gentle..."

"What?"

"When I get angry I skin people alive or throw them to that hungry maniac. You barely raised your voice at me..."

Cassandra spoke gently, for no reason at all, but something told her to act like so. Despite not being around this girl for most of the day, she still kept her eye on her in some ways. That’s how she knew the turmoil of emotions that was inside this girl's head and heart. Gnawing mess of fiery anger, quiet guilt and murky tiredness. For the first time in years, Cassandra felt something close to empathy, while looking at Alice. So many unanswered questions, all leading to thinking she was at fault for it all, just because she was born like this. It must hurt to know you were born for a purpose of being nothing for others, for a purpose of being pushed aside and forgotten even by the closest ones to you. 

“You don’t know how to be angry. Truly furious. You carry too much guilt in yourself to reach it.”

Cassandra was back to her usual, monotone voice, simply stating another fact. Leaving Alice even more sheepish, causing her to look away towards the sky once more. To let her mind wander away from this moment, almost like she was trying to protect herself from any further harm. Maybe she was. Maybe facing the truth was too much for a beautiful night like this one. Cassandra just sighed, when there was no reply again. She expected that, of course, she would’ve been surprised if there would be any response at all. But as much as she wanted to force this girl to talk, she decided to give it up for now. The days in the Void are countless, and time barely passes through a land of forgotten things and people. Through this empire built on lies and false hope. Instead, Nova just sat down by Alice, without any more words, just took off her coat to not sit on it, as getting off dust from a beige fabric was hell to do, even with her powers. The cold reached her skin, causing goosebumps to appear, it’s been a while since she felt it, usually she was already hidden away in her favorite spot in this place, away from everything and everyone. 

Nova looked towards Alice once more, seeing her relax, strands of poorly dyed hair moving along with the night winds, but the tension from her face was almost gone, jaws unclenched, eyebrows relaxed, breathing slowly. Maybe, just maybe, Cassandra for a split second felt bad about the upcoming betrayal. Giving up this unfamiliar calmness for craving power. But she just wanted to show the world, universe, the whole multiverse.. What she was made for since day one. That she was meant to rule over bigger things than just some trash dump of nowhere. That she was meant to be looked up to and feared, that she was the strongest telepath, not her oh so loved twin. He done nothing. She knew that much, that he did nothing, every variant of him being nothing but a failure in terms of this amazing power, failed in saving other mutants with her as well. He was nothing but a failure. Wasn’t he?

“...” 

She looked towards Alice again, catching onto the fact that she said something, but this time it was Cassandra’s mind getting loud and tuning out everything around. 

“What?”

She squinted her eyes at the girl in front of her. This time her tired eyes focused on Nova instead of the night sky. How ironic to be called Nova and have a star lover stare at you. 

“You’ll get cold. You shouldn’t sit here without your coat.”

Cassandra found herself completely dumbfounded. Was… Was this girl caring for her? After all the threats, the tries to kill her, all that play that was made just to hurt her, she was caring? It was unbelievable. For a moment there, Nova took it as an offense, some cruel joke that was meant to make her out as weakling that can’t even handle sitting in a cold night, ready to get angry, maybe even attack, but… It wasn’t it. She heard it many times that for humans, eyes are the windows to the soul, to everything that’s true. There was no malice or hatred, there was genuine care for some reason. 

“I’ll be fine. You on the other hand, I don’t want to have you coughing and having your snot everywhere around. You can’t regenerate like I do. Go inside.”

Switch to a more cold and aggressive tone. Safe way out. It was always working, and also kind of true. The last thing she wanted right now was to have a coughing, sneezing, complaining mess here. After all, all the meds in the Void were the failed ones as well, it won’t help and might make it only worse, and dealing with that alone sounded like a headache. But this girl, this weird creature made to look like a human, just smiled at her, shaking her head and looking back at the sky. The audacity. Ugh, the things she had to do to earn her trust to use her powers more freely for her own will. Insanity. Pure insanity. 

Cassandra got up and left with no more words said, while Alice stayed there, watching the sky follow with even more stars that probably didn’t have a name anymore. Or were long forgotten, but just as pretty as the day they were lost forever. Alice could sense that this calm was just a moment before a real storm, but it somehow soothed her soul, at least enough to make it possible to make her final decision. She was watching the stars for a bit more, watching the moons and planets to come to their full glory. Maybe she’ll regret it, or maybe not only her life would change the moment she’ll voice her idea. But something from inside, something almost unreal, told her that this is a right thing to do, maybe it was just the voices, or maybe it was something connected to her time warping ability giving her a glimpse towards the future. She got up, taking a step into the dimly lit room. 

“ Cassandra.”  She spoke, gaining the attention of the other woman that was once again sitting by the tea table, her sharp blue eyes falling onto Alice. “I agree to stay here with you. To learn from you about my powers.”

She felt a sharp pain in her chest for a short while. Pain of betraying those that loved her, and were now probably looking for a way to get her back. But maybe, if she learns enough, she’ll fix it all, just so it'll be again the end of a particularly hot summer, when her headache was too much, and the balcony was in full bloom. 

“I knew you’d make the right choice.”