#Boyka x you

[shamrockqueen]

Train Delay

Pairing : Mobster Yuri Boyka x Reader

Warnings : Semi-Public sex, Grabbing him in a public space, rough fuck, smut (18 or over only), tearing clothes, spitting

Word count : 2395

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It’s just an average daily ride on the train. The metal beast hissed to a halt, and all the passengers at the station shambled on. The conductor announced the next stop and it lurched forward as it started back up again.

It’s all like clockwork..more or less.

At 6:15 the train arrives (15 minutes late); at 6:25 it leaves the station. Everyone is to be seated by the time the train has departed, that’s when the men leave the front of the train to take their tribute from all the passengers.

Each person hands over a little wad of cash to the large man as he walks down the aisle, and they are allowed to go about their own business.

The mob has run the train since you were a little girl riding with your mother, and not much has changed other than their going rate.

You could have driven a dozen times over by now, but you choose to take the more dangerous way into town just to see him. The large bear-like man in front of the train car, ready to collect the cash for his boss.

He had been the center of your attention since you’d started taking the train into the city about a month back. Your car battery had given out and you had to catch the next public transport out of town.

You remembered the rules and had some money ready when this beautiful burly man stepped in. His heavy boots made the old metal squeak under his feet as he made his way down the row of seats.

Your hand shook as you curled it around your few dollars. The definition in his muscles could even be seen from where his shirt was clinging to his body from the little opening in his coat. The v at the top showed off the dusting of chest hair, and you knew if you got to run your hand down his torso you’d just melt on top of him.

His beard was well trimmed but still thick, and the same could be said about the line of hair at the top of his head in a flat mohawk with a buzz cut on each side.

When you hesitated to hand him the cash that day; too zoned out, staring at him; he’d barked at you to quit stalling, and your heart nearly leapt from your chest.

By the next day you were back on the train, and the same as every morning he was seen walking down the aisle to collect the money. You’re seated at the back of the train-car as you waited for him to make his way to you.

You hold the little wad of money in your left hand with the aisle of the train to your right.

When he made it to your seat, he huffed an irritated sigh, but instead of asking you to hand it over, he'd begrudgingly leaned in above you to take the cash. His peck brushed your shoulder as he towered over you and it left you holding your breath.

You didn’t know what had come over you at that moment, and in a split second your hand pressed to his clothed crotch. The shaft of his cock was in your very grasp through his thick jeans, and the mere thought of its actual size made you sweat. You hear his voice catch in his throat with a grunt before he looks back at you with his jaw nearly hitting your lap.

Your hand was there for just a moment as your terror filled eyes met his dark gaze. You're basically holding your breath until you quickly let go, but he doesn’t move just yet. He leans back up slowly before twisting his head to the side with a pop from his neck joint.

He shakes himself out of the uneasy headspace, and walks past you to collect the rest of the money before leaving through the door at the front of the train car.

You were terrified. You didn’t mean to do something so obscene, it’s like your muscles were moving on their own. You basically just assaulted a man on the train. A MOBSTER no less, and you grabbed his dick in broad daylight!

Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it rocking your body back and forth. If it beat any faster, it would pop right out of your tiny body, successfully spraying half the train in a hefty coat of red regret.

You wanted to sink into the frayed pleather of your seat as you fretted for the rest of the ride, not taking notice of a pair of brown eyes staring daggers at you through the glass of the door sitting at the front of the train car.

Even as the old metal creaks and the train shakes on the uneven track, his gaze never wavered.

When you finally arrived at your station it was a lurch of pure relief, and you couldn’t get away fast enough. You practically bolted out of your seat to push at the door before it even opened. Your haste only garnered a few unsavory stares, but by the time you’d rushed out of the train, nobody cared about this strange lady running towards the women’s restroom.

You needed to take refuge in the only small space you could find. You push through the door and grab ahold of the nearest sink. The stalls were empty and the bathroom nice and quiet. You’d think you were finally free to be a nervous wreck in peace, but you’d be a fool for believing so.

Not once did you take notice of the thunderous thumps of heavy boots meeting the stone floor, as a greatly disgruntled entity followed not too far behind.

No, you didn’t realize that the consequences of your actions had walked aright up behind you until it burst through the door. The flimsy wood clacked against the wall and all that could be seen was that big mean mobster, brown eyes on fire as they stared you down.

“You think you can just run away?!” Those heavy boots were almost as loud as he was. Your lips lock tightly together and you can only shake your head in response. He could break you with one hand; a once exciting fantasy now filling you with fear.

Fear that still pooled in your core while making you shake before him.

‘Thump, thump, thump’ is all you here as he backed you right up against the sink “Open your fucking mouth and speak, bitch!”

“No..sir! I wasn’t running from I-I swear!” Oh, but you were, you ran away from the big bad mobster only to lead him to this secluded place where he could crack you over his knee without any witnesses.

“You think that was funny? Is this joke to you? You grab the big man and everyone will laugh?”

He waves his hands at the indication that you’d embarrassed him on purpose for a cheap chuckle.

“No, no. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! I swear I wasn’t joking with you!” The terror is more than evident on your little face, as you try not to get yourself broken in half by this Russian thug.

“No joke?” His big menacing body corners you back towards the sink until your dress-clad ass is squished against it. You’ll have to grip the side of the counter just to keep from backing up onto it all together. Your efforts were fruitless as each of his large hands grips you by the back of the legs and pushes you the rest of the way onto the counter.

Your thrown on your side and have to scramble to sit up and face him. Your little sounds of struggle bounce off the tiles walls, and yet each one falls on deaf ears. He just stands and watches as you squirm before him, hands still gripping the sides of your legs to keep you from kicking at him. But, your intentions would never be to push him away.

One of his hands slides from your thigh over the fabric of your stockings to grip your ankle. The other hand travels inward between them, letting his nails dig into the shear pantyhose and tearing at it like cheap strings.

“This what you want?!” His voice lowers, it’s almost a request as well as a warning. A softer side of him that only peers out from behind his prickly exterior. Maybe it’s his way of giving you a chance to run away from the scarier part of him. You didn’t want to run this time, but your silent at first as you knuckles turn white from gripping the countertop.

“Answer!” That softness is gone in a matter of seconds, and you stutter out “Y-yes, please. I-I want this..soo bad.”

You slowly pull your legs apart to nervously invite him in, and each of his large hands rest on your thighs where had had destroyed your stockings. It was an obstacle that needed dealt with, much like your little white cotton panties were to him now.

“Good girl. Saying please. Next you say ‘thank you’?”

You nod, but the words don’t come out. He didn’t expect an actual ‘thank you’ and in turn he doesn’t brutishly scold you this time.

He stands right between your legs, but his hand goes straight for the jugular with a tight squeeze. He leans in and bites at your lips and cheek before stealing a violent angry heady kiss, as he fumbled to unzip his jeans.

Your head is pushed too far to look down and see the shear size of what you once had against your palm. You figured it was long and thick, but now that it was hard, pink, and angry, you would have gasped at its girth and realized you would truly be ripped open.

Your breathless as he squeezes the life from your little neck, and the only sensation is his tongue wiggling around yours as the blood rushes to your head. The hand that isn’t anchored to your throat pulls at the soft white fabric that blocked your entrance in a fist full of panty.

His lips leave yours with an audible smack, and you can feel the soft head prodding at folds as it collected your slick dew before pressing into your needy little opening.

The pain of his stretch was dulled along with all of your senses until his hand unclenches from around your throat and a rush of oxygen hits your lungs and brain. He shoved himself to the hilt, practically tearing you apart just as you took your first breath.

His hand snakes around the back of your neck to anchor you as he drags and pulls himself gingerly, giving you just a little reprieve. Now that your airways were open, a stream of moans and wails erupted from your chest to echo around the small space.

His voice was low, nearly a growl, as he dragged himself along your tight walls and hugged you close. It was like being squeezed by a hungry bear. Soft and suffocating, yet just as dangerous.

Through the dull throb of pain and the twist of sweet pleasure you can feel yourself shiver in his arms. Your core flutters and flexes around his thick cock, the the point that it almost hurts to squeeze around him.

The drag of his cock and the lingering graze of his teeth against your skin makes the dim light overhead turn into a bright white as it creeps into your vision.

His thrusts sputter as he shakes your body to meet his. Hi leans in to bite one last kiss from your lips before bottoming out and breaking past the back of your cunt. His thrusts were now sloppy and wet as he filled a complete stranger full of himself.

He can feel a little bit of it leak around his cock as a shudder runs up his spine. He could feel a chilling sweat that had built up under his coat as the cold world came creeping back in.

His knees nearly buckled underneath him and he had to rest your weight back onto the counter to keep himself steady.

He pulls himself away slowly, mesmerized by the sight of his seed spilling out of you and dripping to the floor. When he looks back up, you're still staring at him with wet needy eyes watching him tuck himself back into his jeans.

You were like a sweet little trubochki, filled to the brim with crème.

You try to plant your feet back onto the floor, but the second you touch the ground your heels go sideways.

He grabs you be the waist to steady you as he’s growling out a harsh but breathy “stand the fuck up.”

You can barely comply, and his hand shoots out to clamp down around your jaw. Your mouth is propped open by the force of his thumb and fingers digging into the sides of your face. His lips pucker slightly and a quick spurt of spit is hawked right onto your tongue.

You squeal a little as the taste of cigarettes and coffee stain your little pink muscle.

“Watch your fucking hands next time, yeah?!” His face is still close and his once booming voice was quiet and yet still dripping with aggression. 

“Yes sir” you answered quickly. It was a miracle you could even breathe, let alone respond. One hand barely holding on to his sleeve; another white knuckling the porcelain edge of the sink when he lets you go. It’s almost like free-falling as your ankles shake from the strain of just holding your own body weight.

You had let go of his coat before he turned to leave you, storming his way out of the ladies room. You could still taste and even feel the wad of saliva he’d spat onto your tongue, and now, as you were alone to savor it, you let yourself take a slow swallow.

‘Next time’ will echo on and on in your head for the whole ride home.

[lxstbxyscave23]

Yuri Boyka

i decided to write this because i love boyka and it’s hard for me and i know others to find stories about him so here ya go.

yuri boyka x fem!reader

warnings: dominant!boyka x submissive!reader. unprotected sex!! don’t do this folks. fem genitalia, afab!reader virgin!reader, assault, boyka doing what he does..(fighting) somewhat gorey. 18+ only please, minors do not interact. p in v. , fem receiving. passionate but rough sex. cursing. zourab isn’t a huge dick. lazily proof read. maybe more lmk.

summary: boyka unleashes the beast that has been holding back ever since he met you. not wanting to scare you off at how manly and scary he can really be. fighting for you in a way no one has ever..one thing leads to another and he’s between your legs..

you met boyka almost four months ago and he’s the sweetest most generous guy you’ve ever met - or so you thought.

he would do anything for you, going downtown to shop with you. buying you pretty much whatever you’d like. as long as he had the money. which he did, to your knowledge you didn’t know how he made his money.

he leaves for hours before coming to your house to spend some alone time with you.

he’s always sweaty when he comes back maybe a little cut on his eyebrow or a bruise on his cheek but nothing too serious. he’d knock on your door as you looked out the window getting so excited that your boyfriend was here. you quickly unlocked both locks and pulled the door open with the most cutest grin on your face.

boyka pulling you in his arms as he picks you up and shuts the door with his foot, swinging you around with a chuckle. hugging you so unbearably tight, like a big bear hug. “i missed you..” you’d whisper in his ear which always pulled a groan from him.

you haven’t gone very far with your boyfriend, too afraid he won’t like what your body has to offer. which is complete nonsense since your body is a goddess. he would bow down to his knees and worship your body before he ever says one hurtful thing to your gorgeous self.

once you pull back to analyze his face your smile drops. he starts to worry as his eyebrows pinch together in concern. have you finally realized who he was and what he does? how he harms people and sometimes even kills them for a living? he believes it’s a gift from God but still he doesn’t want to lose you already. he puts you down as your hand slowly reaches up to his cheekbone. making sure to not touch the cut that has started to bruise around it. his eyes close at the touch of your hand.

“what happened?” your voice laced with worry as it shakes. “nothing angel” he lied and for your naive little brain he thought you would buy it as you usually do. but this time you cross your arms under your chest. unknowingly pushing your breasts up in your low cut dress. he looks down at you with a soft gaze. “don’t lie to me!”

you pinch your eyebrows together in anger. he lets out a little chuckle before quickly clearing his throat to become more serious. you just looked so adorable getting angry at him. “it’s nothing, i just got into a little fight out on the streets. nothing to worry about my love”

you didn’t buy it one bit as you sighed and grabbed his big hands in your small one. you guided him to your bathroom. there was a little first aid kit under the sink.

you sat him down on the closed lidded toilet and went ahead pulling out a cotton pad, alcohol and a tiny bandaid. “i’m fine my dear i promise” she ignored his protest to her patching him up as she poured some alcohol on the pad and pressing it to his cut. not a single wince left his lips, he didn’t bat an eye nor did he close them. he was unfazed by the little cut which made your heart race at how strong he was. even though it was a baby cut compared to him.

he was wearing some thick denim jeans with a tight black tee and dark grey leather jacket. everything fit him so well, he pulled you into his lap. your legs draped over his thighs as he held you in his arms.

“i said im fine, don’t worry about me.” you rolled your eyes as you pulled his face towards yours. thinking you were gonna kiss him his eyes close and he leans in only for you to place the bandaid on his cut harshly and get up putting things away. he doesn’t wanna lose his shit because he knows you’re just worried about him but you ignoring his words and affection is starting to get him aggravated. he wants to hold you and smother you in kisses but you’re already walking out the bathroom shutting the light off with him still in there contemplating his thoughts. he stands up and storms out to find you. you were already getting dressed in your bedroom.

putting on a form fitting glittery black dress, hugging your curves. it wasn’t like a rhinestoned dress, more like little sparkles littered all over. it didn’t have straps either and stopped mid thigh. you bend down to find heels and a shawl, if he wasn’t gonna let you worry about his safety then he’s not gonna be able to worry about yours.

you sat down on your bed sliding on your heels and grabbing a hand bag. it was getting dark outside so your dress would look amazing in certain lighting, accentuating your deep curves and perky breasts. he stomped his way into the room like a toddler at least you thought.

“where do you think you’re going?” his accent thick, causing chills to shoot up your back and tingle through your nipples.

“out.” was all you said as you pulled out your cell and called up a few friends of yours.

“hey girlie! i’m going out with a couple girls would you like to join?” your voice changing as you perk up from her answer. “okay we haven’t decided where we wanna go so let’s meet up at lilys place?” your smile widening as you hung up after saying bye.

“i’m coming with you.” he says sitting down on the bed watching your body as you checked yourself out in the mirror, turning around to look at him with a pout.

“it’s a girls night out, you can go out with your friends.” you said grabbing your keys and walking out the room, him hot on your heels. truth be told, he didn’t have many friends. other than his manager who set up his fights and whatnot but he didn’t really like him.

he grabbed you by the back of your neck and turned you around to face him just as you reached the door. “i don’t want you to go out without me. there are fucking perverts out there.” his voice was soft, calm. “i can handle myself and i’ll be out with my girls. i’m okay i promise”

he kissed your lips preciously before letting you go. ‘i’ll be following close behind, believe me darling i know you’ll be okay.’ he thought to himself as he smiled and let you walk out the door.

he waited at least five minutes before jumping up from the couch and slammed the door to go and find you.

you were already at lilys, she was more into brutal things than you were so when everyone got there she made sure to let you all know that she wanted to go and see a fight. you groaned as you slumped in the chair you were sitting in. “c’mon guyss i really wanna go see one with you guys!” you all live in russia but you aren’t russian, you may speak of the language a little enough to get you in or out of trouble. so wherever the fight took place wasn’t too far.

you all contemplated her plead before finally agreeing to go. she jumped up and grabbed her purse. there were five of you, lily, ashley, spencer, and kaitlyn. “let’s take a shot first!” lily insisted as she grabbed five shot glasses and poured some hard vodka in them. “tonight is gonna be fun” you all giggled as you cheered and tossed your shots back. the alcohol sliding down your throat with a pleasant burn.

“okay now let’s go!” you all took spencer’s car since it was the biggest and fit all five of you.

—

boyka got a call from his manager and he answered it with a groan. “boyka! my man, we have another fight!” boyka pulled the phone away from his ear in annoyance before returning it. “not now kiril i’m busy.”

“you might wanna take this offer boyka! it can lead you to the big games, fighting with heavyweight pro champions!” kiril insisted in this fight and when he felt boyka was gonna say no he blurted out- “300,000 dollars boyka! that’s a lot of money.” boykas eyes damn near popped out their sockets at the amount of money.

“fuck! fine where and what time?” he stepped his foot on the gas when the light turned green. “right fucking now boyka! in this small town called drovny, the guy wants you to fight his best champion along with three other fighters.”

“send me the place and i’ll be there”

now boyka didn’t forget about you in fact you’re the reason he’s gonna do this fight, he wants to spoil you with whatever you want. he wants to be able to come over and see you in whatever he bought for you.

he’ll just have to look for you after all of this.

he made it looking around to spectate the place before grabbing his duffle bag and walking up to his manager. “boyka! you made it” he shook his hand as they walked up to the entrance. two security guards stepped in their way of the door. “names?” he asked trying to assert dominance which only made him look like a fool.

“this is my fighter yuri boyka, here to fight for zourab!” boyka was starting to get irritated, his manager is always hyper and excited. “come on in” they both stepped out the way letting boyka and kiril in. kiril immediately guiding boyka to zourabs spot up top as he watched all the fights and ladies walking around serving drinks.

he wandered up the stairs until they reached the room that overlooked the whole club. boyka stood there while kiril walked up to zourab. “zourab! nice to meet you this is my fighter yuri boyka!” zourab turned his head eyeing boyka up and down. he smiled before standing up to greet them, shaking their hands as he told boyka to come and sit. boyka following pursuit and sitting with his duffle bag in hand watching over as a guy round houses another knocking him to the floor. blood oozing out his mouth with a broken jaw. he looked up at zourab to see when he’ll be fighting.

zourab stood beside his sofa chair and put a hand on his shoulder. smiling as he looked out the window admiring his own fighting industry. “this boyka, this is where you can begin a new life. where you can get all the hot woman and go to the pros.” boyka just stared out with a dark gaze. “four fights for 300,000 dollars while going to the pros is all you could have if you say yes..” everyone stared at boyka. waiting for his answer. he just turned to look at zourab and nodded his head. “not a man of many words i see” kiril laughed trying to excuse boykas behavior and rude manners.

“i am” is all boyka said before standing up and staring at zourab and waited for him to go to the locker rooms.

—

you and your girls walked in freely as the guard winked at you. you ignored him and walked into the club looking around at all the woman in pretty dresses and men trying to holler at them. you and your gals walked over to a table and sat down on tall stools. a man came over to your friend spencer along with his four other guys. “hey pretty ladies, mind if we buy you all drinks?” not one of you rejected just wanting free drinks then dissing them.

a man stood next to you trying to make conversation, you smiled up at him to be polite though you weren’t interested in him. to busy thinking about your beloved boyfriend who is most likely at home watching a movie waiting for you to come home. but little did you know he was in the locker rooms waiting for his name to be called. “hey darlin’ what’s a girl like you doing at a place like this?” he licked his lips analyzing yours and leaning off of the table to peak down your dress.

you caught him and felt highly uncomfortable, you looked down at your toes that were painted white, peaking out of your black heels. “uhm my friend over here wanted to see what this place was all about” you said looking back up at him.

he thought you were the most adorable and sexiest woman he’s ever seen. “my names angelo” he looked down at you, awaiting your response. maybe even for you to tell him your name. but you just looked back up to your friends. he decided to shake it off and whistle over a worker, she strode over in her risqué outfit. he even eyed her up and down, this man was a perverted horn-dog. “can i get this beautiful woman a bourbon on the rocks” he says as he maintains eye contact with you. “yes sir” his eyes flash to hers before looking back at you. you just look to your friends for help, they sit back and laugh. “sorry this isn’t right, i have a boyfriend” you say as you show him the necklace with the letter ‘B’ drenched in gold on it. he just stared down at it before smirking. “i’ve always had a thing for taken women”

“well i don’t have a thing for cheating so back up please” you turn away from him as your friends stare at him along with his friends. they laughed in his face before getting quiet when he just stared at you.

he stayed there, not talking to you but staring. he never left. you felt uncomfortable under his deep stare as you did your best to not make eye contact. if only boyka was here you closed your eyes wishing he was sitting next to you, hand around your waist as he held you securely.

next thing you know the man with a microphone starts talking as the round ends. “on the left side of the ring we have tony azerial, coming with 5’7 189 pounds and very skilled. on the right side we have a new fighter, 5’10, 202 pounds..yuri boyka!” his name was shouted which made your head snap up to the look for your boyfriend. your friends jaws dropped knowing he was your boyfriend. the whole crowd booed since they didn’t know how skillful he was. but they’ll soon learn.

you perked up, standing to your heeled feet and walking a little closer towards the ring with the crowd. he walked out not having seen you yet, his muscles were huge, your mouth was watering. wearing only black shorts with two white stripes going down the sides of them. he stepped into the ring, placing in his mouth piece and shaking his head to loosen up his neck muscles. he stood in his corner and waited for them to begin.

your mouth was almost down to the floor, it’s been five months you two were together and he hasn’t told you he is an underground fighter. you felt sort of betrayed. ‘so this is the reason he always came over sore and bruised?’ everything fell into place. your heart was beating rapidly, what’s gonna happen? is he gonna lose? will he win? you were thinking the worst.

the bell rang and they both came out their corners. your friends gathering beside you. “i didn’t know he was a fighter” kaitlyn blurted out dumbfounded. “yeah me either” you mumbled under your mouth in awe as he dodged the man’s hits, the guy did a round house kick only for boyka to grab his foot and twisting it around the man’s back. the man returned the favor by grabbing boykas arm and dropping him to the floor. they both scrambled to their feet, boyka running and jumping on the post before performing a spinning back heel kick. you bit your lip in anticipation your fingers fiddling with each other.

his opponents neck snapped as he fell to the floor completely unconscious. you were horrified, how can people do this for money?! what if that was your boyfriend who just got knocked out with his neck snapped?! albeit he did look pretty sexy, sweating like crazy with all that chest hair.

“boyka!” your voice yelled out. his head whipped from side to side to find that gorgeous face of yours. eyes bulging out seeing you and only you. everyone else disappearing.

he was barely bloody but there were cuts bleeding on his face. the guy grabbed boykas arm and cheered him on. everyone shouting “boyka! boyka! boyka!!”repeatedly.

he exited the ring and rushed over to you. pulling you into his arms. “you didn’t tell me you fought?” your voice reeked of betrayal. he kissed your lips, it was soft..it was nice and gentle. you wanted to be wrapped in his arms forever to savior the feeling of his body against yours. his lips showing you the most affection anyone has ever shown.

“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to think of me as a monster..” your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer if that was even possible from the way your bodies were so close together you could almost feel the sweat seep into your dress and touch you. “i would never, you’re everything to me baby” everyone is still cheering on boyka as you were engulfed into him. “i’m doing this for us sweetheart, i want to be able to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” his voice deep and heavy, he was regaining his breath as he pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes. taking your chin between his fingers.

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted, i don’t need anything else from you. just you.” he grinned of pure joy. he wanted to take you home right now and show you how much he wants to spoil you. show you how manly and dominant he is. he growled in your ear, “when i’m done, i’m going to take you home..and fuck you” his accent sending electricity straight to your cunt.

you whined at his words and he grinned like a mad man, showing his pearly whites. “please” you felt like fire in his arms, you felt like melting right through him. “don’t worry, boykas gonna take very good care of his woman”.

your legs tightened together out of pure arousal you wanted him to take you right here right now, rip your clothes off and fuck you. but you feel embarrassed to say that you’re a virgin. you feel your slick gush onto your panties. he kissed your lips one last time before walking off into the locker rooms again.

“girl! you are so lucky..i need me a man like that” you laughed it off even though you could tell ashley was always a tinge bit jealous of you and boyka. you guys both went back to the tables and sat down sipping on your drinks as they started up a conversation. you weren’t paying attention too busy thinking about what boyka could do to your body. you wondered if he would take you gently and slow and passionate or if he’d fuck you into the mattress and having you scream his name till the sun came up. you’ve never had sex but you’ve read a couple things here and there. you were still inexperienced though.

two fights later and boyka was about to fight in his last match. he won all three so far, he looked so appetizing soaring through these men like they were fields of tall grass. the way he moved was so hot it made your mouth fill with saliva causing you to salivate and swallow every second.

the man still hovered over your form. he just wouldn’t leave you alone. he would still try to make conversation but you ignored him and stared at your incredibly handsome boyfriend in the ring waiting for the bell to ding. “dude leave her alone for christ’s sake!” lily yelled at him once he got even closer to your standing form. boyka turned his head to look at you, smiling with a small blush on your cheeks. he noticed the man insanely close to you. too close for comfort. boyka started to feel jealous he felt he needed to protect you from that dirty looking man. his dominance kicked in as he stared daggers into the man beside you. the bell rang and his opponent made a fast move jabbing him in the ribs. a cheap move. you let out a gasp and stood up tall, your lip quivering.

his opponent making fast punches to his ribs, boyka groaned as he grabbed the guys arm and flipped him on his back. getting on top of him he took his anger out on the poor man. his punches tearing into the man’s face, beating him to the bloody pulp. “boyka stop!!” you shouted out to him. angelo grabbing your arms when you tried to move closer to the ring. “forget that fucker, come with me baby” he had a tight grip on your arm causing a bruise to form. you tried to yank your arm away. lily and kaitlyn grabbed him and started yanking on his suit to pull him away from you but it was no use, he was to strong for the both of them.

finally the bell rang several times, boyka looking over to see the man assaulting you. he jumped out the ring and stomped over to you. grabbing the man by his throat and slamming him to the ground. both hands choking him.

“boyka no!” you yelped out as you grabbed onto his arm to pull him off the man. now you can’t say him beating a man up for you isn’t causing your legs to tremble purely from excitement. yes you were a little scared but boyka himself was making you so wet. you could feel your wetness drip through your panties.

“boyka please..” you begged.

finally two bodyguards ripped boyka off angelo and held him back. people cheered him on still but others surrounding the man unconscious on the floor. trying to get him to wake up. but he didn’t.. zourab clapped his hands walking up to boyka. “good job boyka! you did very good” his accent also thick. you stood next to boyka who snatched his body away from the bodyguards to hold you in his embrace.

his arms holding you tightly, your hands clutching his back. he whispered to you “are you okay?”fuming, out of breath. you nodded your head in his neck. he looked up at zourab. you still in his embrace, zourab held a bag out in front of boyka, he slowly took the bag as the adrenaline wore off and he started to feel the pain shoot through his legs and sides.

he groaned as he clutched his side, you pulled back to look around you. your friends staring in complete shock. boyka kept you by his side as he went to the locker rooms and got his duffle bag, he quickly changed before walking back out to speak with zourab. everyone surrounding boyka and you. “well done, come back in a week and we’ll set you up a meeting with the pros, we’ll talk business then” he shook hands with zourab and walked out with you still in his warm arms. your friends waved bye to you before exiting the club and getting in the car.

‘i’ll just get my car at lily’s tomorrow’ you thought to yourself, boyka guided you to his car and opened the door for you. buckling you in before shutting your door and walking you over to his side of the car.

the words came back to you, his words.

he got in and started the engine, he looked at you, your hands picking at each other and fiddling with the hem of your dress. you stared down into your lap. clenching your legs together. he took notice and ran his hand up your thigh, kneading the soft doughiness. you blushed and looked up at him with your doe eyes. “keep looking at me with those eyes and i won’t wait till we get home” he grunted as he pulled out the driveway and down the street.

he started speeding so you gripped your seat with one hand and your other grabbed his hand that rested on your inner thigh. he made it home as fast as he could, slamming his door and rushing over to yours, grabbing you out the car. he threw you over his shoulder as you let out a yelp and gripped his muscle shirt.

you two got inside, not even bothering locking the door just slamming it shut and dropping his things on the floor and jogging up the steps, your ass bouncing with every step. his hand landed harshly on your ass and gripped it. whimpering he opened your bedroom door and laid you down on your back. “boyka..please” he ripped your dress off and scooted you more onto the bed so your head landed softly on the pillows. “i know angel” you were only wearing panties that were soaked with your juices. he almost let out a moan just at the sight of you. he’s never really seen you sprawled out like this for him. he tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. his briefs containing his massive cock. you could see it throbbing and twitching in its confinement.

he could see the sheer terror on your face when you saw his huge hard and aching cock in his briefs. he kneeled between your legs to kiss up your neck. letting half his weight dip onto you. his cock was so painfully hard as it glided against your sopping pussy.

“fuck i’ve waited so long to touch this pussy of yours” his words shooting straight to your core. “boyka, stop it..your dirty words” you moaned out as he sucks on your perky pebbled nipples. he grinned as he popped a nipple out and showing love to your other breast.

“it’s okay baby, i’ve got you” he rubs his hands up and down your sides to sooth you. he then glides down your body and travels to that dripping cunt of yours. tearing off your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. “so wet, is all this for me?” you nod your head and looked away out of embarrassment. his hand quickly coming up to grab your jaw and make you stare into his deep dark eyes.

“look at me.” his demand was so attractive to you. you couldn’t help but whine. “yeah keep your eyes on me, don’t look away” he maintained eye contact while filling his head between your legs and spreading them wide. hot breath hovering over your heat causing you to lean up on your elbows to watch closely. his tongue flattened on your clit and moved it side to side to make your juice ooze out that pretty little hole of yours.

“boyka oh my-“ his tongue stuck itself right into your entrance swirling around and lapping up the liquids that dripped everywhere especially in his beard. your moans flowed out your mouth so angelically that it had him grunting in your cunt and grinding his hips into the bed for some bit of friction. he stuck one finger in your pussy and slowly curled it trying to find that one spot. when you arched your back he knew he had found it, grinning to himself as he continued to curl on that spot before adding a second finger and sucking on your swollen nub.

“yes there- there please more!”

your pleas filled the room echoing around the walls. he’s pretty sure the neighbors can hear you. ‘fuck i need to be inside of her, but i must wait. her pussy isn’t ready for my cock’

he thought to himself, he could feel you clenching and unclenching around his thick and long fingers. “c’mon baby cum for me.” that’s all you needed to hear before your hands gripped the sheets and you creamed all over his fingers. he rode out your high making sure it lasts as long as it can before giving your clit one last kiss and pulling out his fingers. you lay down on your back trying to catch your breath.

“that’s a good girl, cumin’ all over my fingers, tasting so good” he praised you, wanting to stick his heavy thick dick right into that tight pussy of yours. he’s having a hard time containing himself for you. “you ready for me?” you nodded your head slowly and gulping down your nervousness.

he pulled his cock out of his briefs and pulled them down. running his tip through your folds making sure to get him nice and wet so he’ll glide with ease. her little moans were driving him crazy and he couldn’t take it any longer. slowly pressing his tip in only for you to yelp and pull your hips back. “i’m sorry..i’m trying my hardest here” he said sincerely as he leaned down to kiss your lips, you gripped his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“i know i’m sorry, it hurts. i’ve never done this before..” his eyes bulged out of his sockets once again. he had no idea, i mean sure you seemed somewhat clueless when it came to sexual things but he didn’t think you were a virgin, just inexperienced. “why didn’t you tell me?” he pulled back reconsidering everything right now. “i didn’t want you to leave me for being inexperienced..” you looked away with your eyebrows pinched together embarrassed.

“i love that about you..i can be your first.” he mumbled more to himself but you heard him anyway. causing a little smile to spread across your face.

‘this is even better, i can claim this virgin pussy all to myself!’

“boyka..” your hands wrapped around his neck as you stared into his eyes. “i want you to fuck me.” his breath hitched as it was caught in his throat. he closed his eyes when he felt a deep energy course through his cock. “are you sure my dear?” he opened his eyes to make sure you were certain.

“yes” he kissed your lips hungrily and your tongues mashed together swirling around as he explored your mouth. kissing down your neck and to your chest making his way down to your clit before sitting back on his calves and rubbing his tip back into your folds.

he alighted himself before hovering over you so you can hold onto him with all of your strength. he slowly pushed in but just the tip, you tried to hold yourself as still for him but you failed and squirmed beneath him. he decided to lay his weight onto you so you didn’t try and get away from him.

“i got you, it’s okay i’ll go as slow as you want” you nodded into the crook of his neck and whined. he went deeper and you feel as though he’s hit the back of your cunt but just when you think it’s over he entered another two inches. “no! too big!” she clawed down his back.

“ i know i know” he soothed you. whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

suddenly the pain turned into pleasure and you started to move your hips for him, he groaned knowing you want more, his thrusts getting slightly faster. “more more!” you chanted and he granted your wish. slamming his hips into yours and kissing down your neck leaving little love bites. he let a moan slip when you clenched around him. you gasped loving the sound he made for you.

“boy-ka again” you moaned to him, he didn’t know what you were talking about so he just pounded harder and deeper. your cunt clenching him so tightly it feels like a snake that has a vice grip on him. he let another moan slip and when he did he felt your pussy get even wetter.

so that’s what you wanted..

he couldn’t lie, he didn’t like the whole moaning for your woman but for you? anything. his grunts turned to little moans and he leaned back to watch you. pounding so hard your tits bounced and your back arched. “yes baby, who’s being a good girl for me?” he moans again.

his hands gripped your breasts as he fucked you raw, you gripped his wrists then letting your hands grasp onto his as they squeezed and kneaded your doughy silky tits. “i’m gonna..” you trailed off as your head fell back and your stomach felt like it was about to snap. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you babbled nonsense, drool coming out the corner of your mouth. he quickly leaned down and licked it before returning to his old position.

his hands went down your stomach and grabbed onto the meaty part of your hips. your hands pressing onto his abs, taking in every detail of his body as if he was gonna up and vanish. they then grabbed his neck and pulled him towards you.

he needed to smother you, you needed his full body weight resting on top of you.

he felt your walls clench again and you both became louder. he was gonna cum soon but he wanted you to cum first. quickly rubbing your highly sensitive nub you felt the knot in your stomach snap. you let out a pornographic scream and gushed all over his fat cock.

“my good girl, cumin’ all over my thick cock” he snapped his hips faster, he felt himself ready to cum but he wasn’t sure where.

“where do you want it baby? huh? tell me.”

“in-inside me please” you begged but it didn’t take much convincing for him to empty his creamy load deep inside your gummy walls. he rode out the high and kissed your lips and forehead. smoothing out your crazy hair. you were overstimulated and started writhing beneath him.

“what’s wrong?” he pulled away slightly to look down at your flushed and sweaty face. “too much” was all you said before wrapped your arms back around his body,

he made sure to pull out slowly and rest himself between your thighs again.

“how you feeling pretty girl?” you nodded too stunned to speak. he looked down at your gorgeous cunt, oozing his cum and yours with a mixture of a little blood. he smirked as he knew he was the first and last man to ever fuck this virgin pussy. “a-ama-“ he softly shushed you before getting up to get clean clothes and wet wipes.

he wiped himself down before wiping you down extra careful to not over stimulate you further more. he pulled on sweatpants and put your fresh panties on you with his shirt sliding over your body.

“come here, go to sleep darling we’ll shower in the morning” he pulled you into his arms and you felt his muscles ripple against you. “goodnight boyka” is all you said before planting a kiss on his neck and dozing off shortly.

[voidofteeth]

Aaaah thank you for the Tag!! I'm starting to enjoy inflicting my music on people x)

Shuffle your fave playlist and post the first five six songs

Mia Boyka, T-Killah - Лепесток

Bukahara - We are still here!

The stupendium - The Fine Print

Taby Pilgrim - Blutsehen

Little Big - Uno

Aun J-Classic Orchestra - Go West 53

Tagging: @blue-bubonic @jasdumpster @stargazingpsychotic @allforthepack @langernameohnebedeutung

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

Thank you for tagging me @megumi-fm <3

I don't have a favourite playlist, so I picked one of Spotify's generated ones to shuffle. I also am showing 6, simply for format reasons.

(L-> R) Losing My Life (Falling in Reverse), Lemon (Kenshi Yonezu), Jackboot Jump (Hozier), From Eden (Hozier), すきすきソング (Dempagumi.Inc), and All You Wanna Do (Six: The Musical)

Tagging (no pressure) @vibinwiththefrogs @viiinz @rain-is-studying @takeshitakyuuto @tokidokitokyo @gretheresa @bigdipperofthesea @hanabeeri and @any of my followers/mutuals who wanna do this <3

[strangepumpkinfantasies]

My Prompts 🗡️

‘‘You stayed for me, I like that’‘

‘‘I’d do anything you want please don’t go’‘

‘‘I want you to be mine’‘

‘‘I knew you were jealous’‘

‘‘Heart cookies’‘

‘‘Took you so long, now make love to me’‘

‘‘Slow down babe, we have all the time in the world’‘

‘‘Quit teasing or else’‘

‘‘You better behave, my homeboys are watching’‘

‘‘I don’t want an apple pie, I want a creampie’‘

‘‘Fine by me, just don’t cry about it later’‘

‘‘The sight is astonishing’‘

‘‘You like riding motors?’‘

‘‘I prefer riding your motor *wink*’‘

‘’Excuse me? what’s my name again?’‘

‘‘Please, I’ll be a good girl.’‘

‘‘Call me a whore all you want, but Ik you want to touch me’‘

‘‘That’s so wrong, we can’t’‘

‘‘I want you to take my virginity’‘

‘‘If you weren’t so crazy I’d say you were insane’‘

‘‘I know you’re my kidnapper but I don’t care’‘

‘‘You’re such a brat’‘

‘‘You’re hot and I’m crazy for you’‘

‘‘What? You want me to get you pregnant?’‘

‘‘Let’s consummate our marriage’‘

‘‘You think you own me asshole?’‘

‘‘I’d gladly end your suffering’‘

‘‘The fuck I look like to you’‘

‘‘You’re gonna regret inviting me to your house’‘

‘‘I’m not the right guy for you’‘

‘‘That’s what you get for embarrassing me in front of everyone’‘

‘‘I won’t kill you yet, I thought I might have a little fun with you first.’‘

‘‘Sit on my face, lemme slurp you like it’s pasta’‘

‘‘As long as I’m your boss, you’ll do as I say’‘

‘‘Have some dignity, I said I don’t want you’‘

‘‘Stop with all the drama, isn’t that what you wanted?’‘

‘‘I’ll fuck your brains out’‘

‘‘I own this cunt, what you thought?’‘

‘‘I might be mentally ill but I know how to pleasure a women’‘

‘‘Please I can’t take it anymore’‘

‘‘I’m preparing you for the bigger prize’‘

‘‘No, not in my workplace, they’ll fire me’‘

‘‘That’s the beauty of taking a risk’‘

‘‘You can’t dominate me, I’m the man here’‘

‘‘Trust me, you don’t wanna trigger the monster in me.’‘

‘‘Sorry, I don’t do slow or gentle’‘

‘‘I’m a monster, I can’t be loved’‘

‘‘Being on your period or not you’re taking that dick’‘

‘‘Keep your mouth shut or I’ll shut it for you’‘

‘‘Try and make me’‘

‘‘Get naked or I’ll slash your throat’‘

‘‘No, we’re in public’‘

‘‘I thought you were better than that’‘

‘‘You’re so weak but has a sharp mouth’‘

‘‘I’m having you for dessert’‘

‘‘So you like choking? little slut’‘

‘‘I want everyone to hear your screaming’‘

‘‘I am dangerous so don’t uncuff me’‘

‘‘Bullshit! you’re drunk’‘

‘‘Playing tough, where’s your confidence now?’‘

I’ll write for the following:

Simon Ghost Riley

John Mactavish {Soap}

Evan Peters as {Kit, Tate, James, Kai, Jimmy, Kyle, Peter max}

Bill Scarsgard as {Himself, Roman, other..}

Billy Hargrove

Billy loomis

Manny montana {As Rio}

Damon Salvatore

Niklaus Mikaelson

Thomas Shelby 

Void Stiles 

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Michael Myers

The joker

Yuri Boyka

Eddie Brock

Enzo

Peter Parker

Kai Parker

Others:

BTS members

GOT 7 members

BIGBANG members

BLOCK B members

MONSTA X members

NCT Lucas

Other korean actors as well.

Whenever I start simping over a new character, it’ll be added to the list.

Chose whatever you like from these prompts with whom you want it with, either from this list or not I accept new ideas.

A/N : Yes I’m bold enough to write any genre so don’t hesitate. 

S* Smut

F* Fluff

A* Angst

And yes I write non consent / Violence / Dark shit.

As long as you’re +18 we’re ready to dive in.

So don’t be shy, send requests.

Check this out: {Recently written}

Billy Loomis series.

[jasminrt1]

Yuri Boyka x Innocent OC

Yuri P.O.V

(No minors. Adult content. Read at own transgression)

Tease.

A. Fucking. Tease.

The look on her face when I mutter 'What I am going to do to you' is priceless.

She doesn't even know what she is doing to me.

She is lucky if I do not park this car and take her in my backseat. She will forgive me. It is not roses and candles, or a bed, but I have already gotten her flowers.

I bet I can get her to the point where she doesn't care where I have her.

Where?

A thought hits me. I could have taken her in her room. Just a few steps from the car. So what her perverted roomate could hear. Let her touch herself to the sound of my woman's cunt getting stretched beyond her limits.

I would have had her cries echoing through the halls. I did not know I had a thing for American accents, but now, I want to hear how she sounds when I'm inside of her so deep, she can not feel anything else.

My hips accidentally buck. I mask it into a stretch. My body is impatient. It has been a long three months.

Only the thoughts of finally seducing my woman keep me from pulling the car over and breaking her into pieces.

Only twenty minutes to my house, and the only thing I can only think about is being inside the woman beside me.

My hands constrict. I feel as if the steering wheel could snap any minute. It is torture not being able to have her yet.

My eyes glance down to Grace. She's staring out the window. I'm glad she stopped covering her face, but I can tell she is still blushing. Her skin doesn't show it, but I can feel the heat coming off of her face.

So beautiful. So innocent.

Mine.

What is the words I overhear Grace and her friend say?

Intimacy...love.

Is this love that I feel? It has been a very long time since I have felt anything of semblance to that. I know I have an overwhelming urge to protect her from everything and everyone. I wish to hide her from the world so that I am the only one who can see her smile. I know I want to put my hands in those thick curls and pull her towards me. I know I want to hold her, squeeze her as tight to me as she can handle.

I think I might.

I think I love her. I know I want her. It is as if time I spend with her is making up for the time I spent in that hellhole of a prison. I wish to make new memories, lighter memories, starting with tonight.

This last month has been grueling. To be sitting beside my woman and to not be able to touch her. Just having to wait for the right time. The memories I plan to make today will make up for all the lost time. These will be a memories I will never forget. After tonight, I will take her whenever I want. No more waiting.

In the morning, I will take her. At night, I will have her. Even in the shower, I'm going to be inside her. When I train, I'll have her sitting on my cock. Hmm. Sleeping inside of her sounds good as well.

My brain runs with ideas. My cock hasn't lost an inch since that kiss almost twenty minutes ago.

We finally arrive.

I turn off the car, and release my seatbelt. I get out the car and come to Grace's side. She watches me as I open her door. I climb over her to unclip her seatbelt. Either she is taking to long, or I am ready to begin. Both. When I am pulling back, Grace sneaks a kiss.

Maybe she is just as impatient as I. My enjoyment shows through my eyes. Grace's face lights up with a smile. She is always happy when she does something right. I'll have to remember that when I have her underneath me.

I pull her out the car and get her bag, extra items and school bag. She grabs her flowers and we make our way to my door.

I open it with one hand and hold the door open as Grace walks in.

We take off our shoes and go further inside.

She looks around. It is a simple room, with a couch, a chair, a lamp, a desk, a television, and a table.

I quickly go upstairs to drop her things in the corner of my room. I come back downstairs and she is in the same spot I left her, fidgeting with the edge of her skirt.

"Would you like a drink.", I offer.

"Please.", she pleads

'Please', I mimic her voice in my head. I wonder if everything she's says is going straight to my cock because I'm already hard or do I enjoy her pleads.

I wonder what can I do to have her begging.

I smirk as my brain races with more ideas. I take a deep breath. Slow. Slow. Focus.

I come back with a bottle of vodka and two glasses. I pour us both a hefty drink.

We'll both need it. She is too nervous to relax. As for me, she will be too tight and it has been long over three months. Hmm. Maybe I will need two drinks.

She drinks hers faster than I've ever seen her drink. I chuckle.

"We are not in rush.", I tell her, but I am lying. I want to fuck her now. "We have days together.", I state calmly. You have five minutes before I pick you up and throw you on my bed.

She nods and smiles. We both finish our drink at the same time. A first. I pour us both another, not as hearty. I want us both to feel and remember everything. Only with the edge off, but no more.

She drinks this drink slower than the other one. I watch her tongue go to catch the drop of vodka that slipped to the side of her lip.

I moan to myself. She looks up to see me watching her, she looks down and flushes.

"Come here.".

She hesitates then comes over to me.

"Closer than that."

Finally we are almost chest to chest.

"Give me your glass.", she hands me her finished glass, and I set it on the table beside us.

Once done, my hand finds it in the softness of her curls at the base of her head.

I often find myself longing to touch her hair as she doesn't let others touch it. People reach for her hair often but without permission. Out of curiosity she says. She tells me only family and friends she lets touch, but she so freely lets me, in fact she revels in it.

I use my grip to pull her even closer. I lower to put my mouth to her ear.

"When we go upstairs, do you know whats going to happen?", I question softly.

She nods, but doesn't say anything. That's not what I want. She talks as much as any American, but now she wants to be quiet. I do not think so.

"I am going to fuck you."

Her gasp jumps from her mouth as her eyes widen.

"Yuri!", she chokes out

I pull away and use the hand not in her curls to tilt her head up to look at me.

"Say it. Tell me what I am to do to you?", I demand.

She squirms. Her arms wrap around herself.

"I...I..Your...your..goi..Yuri, please.", she whimpers, to uncomfortable to say it. What else did I expect.

I lower my lips to hers and give her a gentle kiss. My hands leaves her chin and her hair to cup her face. She lets go of herself after a few seconds. This kiss, I keep slower than any of our other kisses. She tries to quicken it, but I ignore her urgency. One of my hands descends. I gently pinch her nipple through the fabric on my way lower. I swallow her gasp and continue.

My hand finds its way to the edge of her skirt. I reach under her skirt and grab a handful of her ass and squeeze.

If I had to describe the feel of her ass in one word. Bountiful. I've seen it in jeans and in shorts. Now I want to see it in nothing. I massage it and pull her toward my hard cock. I grind it into the her hips and stomach. My hand slides from her ass to the front of her cunt.

I ignore her jump of shock at my touch. I want her to get use to it. I keep my hand there for a few seconds, then I give an even slower descend to where her clit lies behind her folds. I press.

"Ahh.", her jump more noticeable this time. I don't stop. I press again more firmer. I get the same noise, but this time her hips buck.

"This is only the beginning. Do you feel the pleasure I can bring you?". Her legs open slightly to give me more access.

Her breathing deepens. Only when I feel her hips push up to meet my hand and her legs tremble do I stop and pull my hand away.

"Yuri!", her lips pull from mine in surprise. "Yuri!", she whines. "Please! I want...I want..."

"Say it.", I demand,

"Yuri. Plea--",

"Say it!"

'No' is not an answer.

"Yyou...you're..g.g..going...to....fuck me.", she whispers, but it is as if she screamed it the way her words travel through my body.

"And this is what you want.", I groan tired of holding back.

"Yes.", she whispers

I waste no time in picking her up and kissing her feverishly. She wasn't ready for my attack. It is an almost a run when I take her up the stairs and into my room.

I sit her on the bed and begin unbuttoning the front of her shirt. It is off in less then a few seconds. I lean her back to slide down her skirt. Before I can start on her bra, her trembling arms reach for my shirt. I stop and let her pull my shirt off. Her small hands splays on the bare skin of my chest and I inhale.

I enjoy the feel of her cool hands on my chest and arms and even more as they lower. They reach for my pants, but they start to shake as they descind.

She struggles in undoing the button, but I do not offer to help. I think it is cute how hard she is trying. Her brows come together in concentration. Her arms have almost stopped trembling with the effort she's putting into undoing it.

When it finally pops open and she looks up and smiles proudly at me. I smile back as to say 'good job', while holding my laughter. I know she will not like it if I laugh at her right now.

I slide my pants down. My briefs barely contain my length. When she eyes it, her smile stops. The smile stops as soon as she sees my heavy cock attempting to rip through the fabric as it reaches toward her.

She fidgets.

"I..um. I've never done this before." She looks me in my eye.

I almost laugh. A small chuckle even comes out. I try to change it into something else, a cough, but my eyes are light with amusement.

Of course you have not done this before. This I already know. This is obvious.

"What?", she frowns. "Have I done something wrong?".

I cup her face.

"Nothing is wrong. You are perfect. You are mine." I say as I push her down to the bed with my body laying on top of hers. We settle in the middle of the bed and I feel myself getting serious again. My mouth finds hers and quickly pull her back into the moment. When she is back with me, my mouth lowers to nip down her neck. I suck and bite down all the way down to her collar bone.

I intend to have her marked everywhere.

She enjoys it. I see when she raises her chin to give me more space and I take advantage, biting gently whatever I can get my mouth on.

I pass her collarbone and meet the fabric of her bra. My hands go behind her back, and as quickly as my hands goes, the bra came off.

Her face seems a little frustrated about that. I think she hopes it would've taken the same amount of time it took her to unbutton my pants.

I do not let her dwell on it for long. I take a warm nipple into my mouth and suck heavily.

"Unnnghh.". Her groan is loud. Her chest rises and presses harder into my mouth. I do not disappoint. I suckle her more forcefully and am awarded with another moan.

My hand comes to caress the other.

She gasps as I figure out which nipple I prefer to have my mouth on. I try the right. I try the left. I go back and forth a few times, each time my hand on the mound thats not in my mouth.

"Yu...ri. Iiii. Ahh.", she is squirming under me. Her nipples are especially sensitive. When I nibble at them she breathes quickly through her nose. When I pinch them and the roughness of my fingertips rubs aginst them she breathes out all the air in her lungs.

I enjoy learning her body. It is just as knowledgable as reading her face.

Her bud leaves my mouth with a wet pop. Before I decide what I want to taste next.

I lower and her panties are quickly in front of my face, and before she can have second thoughts, I have her underwear swiftly coming off.

"Wa- wait.", she tries for them, but she can't catch them as they are now out of her reach. She slams her legs shut. Still so nervous.

I simply put both of them over my left shoulder and begin kissing the side of her right leg, from her knee to the top of her thigh and back down. She has only denied me access one way.

She must have forgotten that I am a fighter. I know the ways of the body.

I take both legs that are over my shoulder, and I bend them at her half, pressing her knees almost to her shoulders.

I can see the lips of her cunt perfectly from this angle. I go down to kiss them.

"Argghh!", her shocked yelp echoes through the room. I kiss her again. And again. Then, my tongue sneaks through her folds and grazes her clit.

This time her yelp is airy.

"Do you wish to open your legs for me?", my voice husky and deep. I need to hurry and get her ready. I can barely hold off any longer.

Her head nods, and her trembling legs part an inch maybe two. I don't hesitate. I pull apart her legs the rest of the way and slide my head in between them, my mouth back to where its wanted to be since we met.

I give her a long lick from her entrance to her clit. Then I suck her clit into my mouth like I did her nipple.

"Ahh..hmm. Yu- ri.", Grace cries and throws her head back as her back arches. I continue. My tongue flicks at her sensitive bud and when her cries blur together I suck her clit harshly.

Her hands grip the sheets under us tightly, but I am more focused on her face. Her eyes would close and she'd bite her lip, and when the pleasure becomes to much her eyes widen and her mouth goes into an 'o'. There are times where she throws her head back and digs it into the pillow. That is when she will try to pull her hips away from my mouth. I say try, because I do not let her. I enjoy keeping her in this position. My mouth is eager and my tongue is relentless.

As are her cries.

It is barely a moment before her juices jump to coat my tongue with her long cry. She drips down my beard. I look up to see her panting, her orgasm taking away her breath, and the way her legs trembles.

I pull back and spread her lips to where I can see her entrance, unstretched and pretty. I commit it to memeory. I bring a finger to it. I slide it in to the knuckle.

She makes a choked sound and pulls her hips away from the invading digit.

I slide out my finger but I don't let her pull her hips away. I then use my lips to nibble at her nub as a distraction, and I try again. This time a full finger enters.

"Mmhuh", she breathes heavily through her nose, but she doesn't pull away this time. My lips and tongue begins again. They don't cease against her clit as my finger gently pumps into her.

After about a minute of this, she pushes her hips down onto my finger and rocks and gasps. I pull away just a little, enough so I can see her for myself. Her fucking herself on my finger. My eyes widen.

Now. Now. Now. Take her. Fuck her like you promised. Fuck her now!

Stop!

The sight of her wet cunt sucking in my finger. I am--

I close my eyes.

Wait. Wait. Almost. I promised myself. Do not get carried away. We will have time. I will take her slowly.

I take a deep breathe. I repeat to myself 'We will have time. We will have time.'

Slowly, I bring my mouth back to her sensitive bud. I know that I could eat my woman's pussy forever. You go without it for years, and you truly appreciate what you didn't before.

I slowly pull the finger out, and add a second.

Her light groan at the stretch is all I get before her beautiful cunt opens and swallows my second finger.

She lets out a long shuttering breathe.

A few pumps, and both fingers are fully sheathed inside. I stretch them out into a 'V'. I can tell by her face she doesn't like that, her face turns to the right to bite her shoulder.

'I know it hurts, but it is necessary. You've seen my cock.', I think at her.

I curl my fingers.

Her chest jumps off the bed. Electrified.

She looks down at me between her legs. That's new. She has avoided looking at me since I left her neck.

"Yu..ri?", she questions and I do it again.

Her responding scream tells me all I need to know. I smirk to myself and I do it again. And again. Once more. One more time.

She is dripping down my hand now. She is close again, her legs are shaking.

She is ready.

I move my head from between her legs, and then I curl my fingers once more.

I very much enjoy it when she jumps.

I slide my fingers out her cunt. It doesn't seem to want to let them go. I hear the slurp of them slowly coming out.

I'm going to fucking ruin her.

I shake the thought away.

I go to pull of the last of the fabric around my waist that seperates us. My cock springs forth. I pump it once. Twice. A huge bead of precum drips off. More bubles to the service. I take it and rub it around my tip as well as her juices from my fingers.

She looks at me with huge eyes but she doesn't make a move to close herself off from me.

Good.

I take a deeper breathe, steadying myself.

I climb up her body kissing her stomach then going up to do the same to both nipples before I am face to face with my woman.

"Grace. You taste sweet. Open and see.", I say pulling her into a kiss.

The kiss is delicious. She tastes herself on my tongue. Maybe I shouldve wiped my beard because when I pull away, her chin is shinning.

I lean down to a plank position and I wrap her legs around me.

I grab my cock between us and her hands clench the sheets harder. Her breath quickens.

My tip finds her entrance and I push.

The first attempt, I slide away. Her juices are everywhere. I try again.

"Ow. Wait that-", she starts but my mouth silences hers.

Graces groans and moves her hips away. My cock slips away again.

Hmmm.

Then I pull away a little, and then use my cock to slap at her clit.

She cries out in pleasure. I do it a few more times. I want her relaxed or at least lost with pleasure.

Before she can react, I quickly press my weight from my upper body down onto her. She can not move or run away. I rub the head of my dick on her cunt, coating it in more of her juices. I nudge her legs wider with my thighs and I find her entrance. When I have the right angle, one hand readies me.

I thrust harder than my attempts before.

If it wasnt her strangled choke that let me know that I am entering her, than it was the feeling of stretching that tight ring of her entrance, then warm, wet heat encompassing my cock.

I keep pressing past the entance. The thick head of my cock fully inside. Then her tiny hands stop me. No longer gripping the sheet, her fingertips reaching down our bodies to push at my pelvis, wanting me to stop.

"Wait....I..hold...hurts.", Grace's broken words can't even form a sentence. Her breath winded. Her eyes filled with unreleased water.

I stay still for a moment, barely. Then, I nuzzle my face into her neck, kiss it gently, and I continue pushing.

"Hhmmm", her cries starts again. Her face is shocked as her fingers are still reaching to push my hips to away.

"Hold on to me, Princess." One of my hands, trembling with restraint, reaches for hers. I take them and I get her to wrap them around my shoulders.

"Give me your pain, babygirl.", I tell her, and her fingers dig into my shoulder.

It is the pain I need to stay in control. It is hard. It is hard not to slam into her. To feel her tight, dripping cunt swallowing my cock so slowly when I could be as deep in her as I wanted to. I could have her that way. If I choose. If I wanted.

My hips jump up a few inches.

She yelps.

Damn! Damn my thoughts. Damn my instincts, but my hips keep moving.

"Yuri! Please...I--hhmmm".

I feel her resistance on the tip of my cock, and I slowly press through it. Her cry is unmissable. I reach up to wipe away a tear.

"You can do this", I encourage.

The rest is a slow breach, but I finally fit, most of me. The rest will come with time.

My hips pull back gently and push forward.

We both groan, but for different reasons. The suction of her wet cunt on my cock pushes me with the need to move. I pull out and press forward probably a little faster than I should have, but still, I don't slow. I thrust again. Again. Again.

"Yu..ri... I...st..I ca..nt hand...le", she whines, but I don't stop my movements. I can't. I am lost.

Tight. Wet. Warm. Surrounding my cock in velvet. My hips have a mind of their own. Her pained pants fill the room while I try to hold in my sighs of satisfaction.

My head moves to kiss hers. With her mouth covered, I thrust just a little harsher. In one full swoop, I begin at her entrance than I am pressing as deep as I can go, nudging near her cervix.

She tries to pull her lips away from mine, but I do not allow it. I swallow her cry of pain, and continue. Her whines fall on deaf ears. I do this once. Twice.

She pushes on my shoulders and raises her hips away from the movements my hips make, of course her attempts to push me out fall short.

"Yuri!", she chokes at a particularly deep thrust.

I sigh. It is hard for her to get through the haze of pleasure fogging my mind.

But I do want her to feel the same pleasure.

I need her to.

I move my lips from hers and they go to kiss at her neck. My hand courses down between us. While I am still inside her, I rub roughly on the sensitive nub that brought her such pleasure before.

"Huh", she gasps. Shocked that pleasure cuts through the pain. "A...again... pl..ease."

I moan and do it a few more times. She squirms, and the movement of her pussy around my dick screams at me.

But she needs more than just that.

I keep balancing on one arm while I change the angle of my cock and I slam, not as deep this time. I aim to hit that spot my fingers touched earlier.

"Huurrghuh....", a choked gurgle stops her whimpers, both pained and pleasured.

I do it again.

She doesn't make a noise. So I do it again. Nothing. I continue a few more strokes, before I move my head from her neck to look at her.

Her eyes large, her mouth wide, but shes not...

My hand goes to gently smack the side of her face.

"Breath, Princess!", I yell at her. Virgins

She breathes in a long, heavy airful.

I move to hit that spot again.

"Ahhhh!", her scream so built up, I feel it through the air. I fill hee up once more, and her hips buck up harshly to meet mine.

She likes this position.

I push our hips to meet again and she cries aloud. Her hands move from my shoulders to clutch at her hair and pull.

"Again! Please! I.. like... there. I...right there", she sobs.

My thrusts break up her sentence.

With almost every thrust, I am aiming for that sweet spot in her cunt. Occasionally going as a deep as she can take. She can only take so much, so I push just a little harder than that. She whimpers, but still keeps matching my thrusts, hoping I nudge that spot again. So I do.

My body decides to stop holding back. I sit up on my knees, and my hands go for her waist.

"FUCK!", she screams as I set a harder pace. The harsh thrusts makes her entire body bounce. The bounce of her breasts are in time with force of my thrust. I lean down to suck a pretty nipple. I let it go with a string of saliva connecting us.

"Fuck", I groan as she pushes her hips up to meet mine. My head falls down to her shoulder. My hands go from her waist to under her legs, gripping her thighs closer to her knees. I bend her legs up. Her body is back in the position I had her in when I first tasted her. Bent in half at the waist with knees almost touching her shoulders.

I am deeper this way.

I can give her more. I can sink in the last few inches of my cock. I groan heavily.

Fuck.

"No.no.no.no.no.", she sobs. "Too deep. Too deep. Too much.", but her hips don't stop moving. Almost matching me force for force.

"Yuuuuriii", she begs me.

So I attack the spot she wants me to. Her eyes tear up from the extra stimulation. I watch her eyes slam shut and pull harder at her hair.

I hear her mutter, 'Too much. Too much. I can't. I have to. I can't.' Then she goes to clutch the sheets. Tears stream down those closed eyes.

"Good girl, Grace. Such a good girl taking my cock like this.", I praise. Her eyes jump open. Shocked.

"You're doing so well for me. So pretty like this, filled with my dick. You can handle all of me, can't you, Princess.", I groan in her ear.

"Yuri", she calls out and then she bites her lip and looks away. If possible, I can feel her getting wetter. I moan. I can't continue like this. The wet sounds of her cunt fill the air, I am being attacked through all my senses.

"You feel how wet you are. Pretty, little pussy doesn't want to let go of my cock. Gripping me so tight.". I am flushed against her ear.

"Please. ..don't say that. I..can't. I'm not.", she denies but her dripping cunt is meeting every thrust. Juices drip down my cock to my thighs. I can see that arousal courses through her. I see her eyes flutter and saliva drips from the side of her mouth. I can tell she is close.

God. I want to feel her cum. I try harder.

"Yes. You are. Tight, wet, and warm. I'm not letting you go. Ever. My beautiful girl. This is my pussy, now.", I press as deep as I can go and I enjoy her choked scream. My hand slides down from holding up her thigh and goes back to her glistening clit.

She clenches down.

"You feel how my cock is stretching you out. How deep I am inside you. I can feel how you're surrounding me. Milking my cock. The way your pussy tightens down on me."

Fuck. I'm close. My words are a double edge sword, but I do not care. My thrust are still powerful. My pace is still unforgiving.

"You keep wanting to push me out, you keep trying, but I won't let you. Neither will you. Your cunt is too tight. It only sucks me back in.", I tell her.

Her breath quickens to the point of gasping. Her hips are becoming so sporadic. All she can do is raise them as high as she can.

"Princess? I want you to cum for me. I want to feel this tight pussy cum on my cock. Let me feel tha-- uugghhh!", I am interrupted by the sudden pressure constricting and pleasure moving down my length in waves. The suction of her wetness mixed with the constriction and the pressure, it is all I can do to ride her through her orgasm.

Or try to. She is still cumming. How long can I hold out. By the last few tensing of her cunt, and I can't hold on any longer. I press myself as deep in her cunt, as I can, and I release.

"Huuuhhgh", my groan is not held back.

My hips buck wildly. I can feel my twitching cock jump with every drop of cum I empty into her. The warmth of my cum making her core even hotter. I cum for a surprisingly long time, almost as long as my woman. Her cunt still flutters.

When I finish emptying the last few drops, I still stay still, keeping my seed inside of her. She is full, I let none slip out until I am ready.

I try to get a hold of myself, the pleasure coursing through my brain and body from my long awaited release has me dizzy. Months of stress, restraint, and tension gone. I let out a heavy, shuddering breathe.

Breath? I need to make sure Grace is breathing.

"Grace.", I question.

No answer.

"Grace? Answer me. Princess?"

"...just... need a min..ute. .'kay."

I realize her body is still quivering with the force of our orgasm. The bed almost shakes. I want to hold her, kiss her head and tell her what a good job she has done, but I am almost in the same state.

"Hmmm.", I grunt in acknowledgement. I feel as if I could use a minute too.

I stable myself and manage to glance down to where we are still connected. I hold her hips up to get a good view, then I slide my cock out of her messy core.

A possessive surge courses through me. It brings me pleasure seeing the sticky juices that connects our bodies when I pull my cock out of her. I more so enjoy watching my cum squirt out of her barely stretched hole, already shrinking to closeto how it looked before. I can hear the wet squelch as her body ejects the rest of my cum. It comes out in a thick, bubbling river. It has turned pink as it slides from deeper in her core. I look at my cock, and it has traces of whats left of her virginity coating it.

My smirk is telling. The possessive part of me enjoys that Grace has given me this gift. I watch as more of my cum drip out and I watch her pretty little clit pulse. I smirk and my cock twitches as I continue to stare at her cunt. I growl. My cock is not ready for another round yet, but soon.

When Graces looks at me and follows my eyes, her hands jump to cover her center.

"Stop. Don't look. It's dirty.", she begs embarrassed.

"Do not hide yourself from me. I won't allow it anymore. Move your hands, so I can see", I chide.

"But. I don't.. it's so--", she starts but stops when she sees my eyes. She slowly takes her hands away and looks away ashamed. She covers her face now.

"Hey. Hey!", I call to her. I pull her hands down. Her eyes meet mine.

"You are apart of my life. You have always been. God has sent you for me, to be mine, for me to protect you, to love you. Every single part of you, Grace. The spots on you that you can't even think to like, I love. Every part of you, I love. So do not be ashamed. You have shown me how much you care for me, yes. You have never shown a man as much, so let me see you. All of you.", I say softly.

"Okay.", she lowers her hands, bites her lip, and turns her face a little but she doesn't cover it. Good. It is progress. We will contiue to work on it.

I finish watching as the last all of our juices drip out her cunt. Accomplishment mixes with the possessiveness and relaxation. My feelings fill me, that is until Grace's tiny voice cuts through those lusting feelings like a knife.

"I... love you too, Yuri. Every part.", Graces confesses. This time she looks up at me. With eyes a little mortified at her confession, but still, those eyes are filled with care and life.

Surprise runs through me, and then warmth follows. It has been a long time since I even felt this way for anyone. Probably before prison. Years. I don't even think I am worthy of a feeling like that, but I hope that I am. I will always try to be, for my saving Grace.

This warm feeling beats any other emotions that course through me, and I lean down to kiss my woman.

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Thigh Rider

Pairing : Yuri Boyka X Reader

Warnings : PWP, Thigh riding, Thigh humping, dirty talk in a Russian accent.

Word count : 1239

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He traced his thumb over the quote as he read it over a second time.

У человека все в руках, и все ускользает сквозь пальцы от чистой трусости (Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.)

He would remember to hold onto all of the gifts he has been given thus far from now until the very end of his days. A warm bed, a loving home, and a beautiful woman that holds tightly in her hand the key to his once cold and icy heart.

She stood not far from where he sat, peering past the kitchen doorway and into the living room towards him, reading his book as he rested in an armchair.

He was strong, thick of frame, with short dark hair still shaved at the sides with a thick strip down the center as he always had it. A thachy goatee circles his pink lips as he runs his tongue between them in thought as his dark brown eyes search over each page.

You only stood by your hiding spot near the doorway as you watched him, envious of the simple hardback as it stole his attention from you. You craved what you greedily took every day to always have his eyes and hands on you. So much so that you wished he’d look up from his book and back at you.

As if he heard your thoughts, he did just as they asked, pulling his gaze from the pages and directing it towards you. You nearly tried to head under his now-heavy watch, ducking sheepishly towards the edge of the doorway.

He knew what you wanted; it was always too easy to tell. Whoever you hid from like this, it meant you wanted something naughty but couldn’t work up the courage to ask.

"Speak," he called out, his accent minimal with just the one-word phrase. His deep voice booming throughout the adjoining rooms. He didn’t like playing silly games with you. If you want something from him, you’ll have to ask; otherwise, you’ll go without.

"I-I just wanted to…to see you." You answered back, as meek as ever. He hated it when you acted fearful, like a shivering lamb standing before a snarling wolf. He was your cuddly bear, and you were his wily fox.

He set his book on the table beside him and gestured for you to approach. He needn’t ask twice, but at first you only hesitantly leave your perch by the doorway to approach him.

"Quit playing mouse. You make a far better pussycat." His voice came out as a low growl, a thick Russian purr erupting from his tightly gritted teeth.

You weren’t fooling anybody.

You trot over and nearly throw yourself onto his lap to cry like the spoiled brat you were. You only wanted his attention. You never felt more special than when you had all of him to yourself, so now that he was yours again, you buried yourself in the white cotton fabric of the chest of his thin tank top. It was coupled with the compressive gym shorts he’d worn when he worked out in the garage.

You were clad in one of your little white dresses and a pair of frilly white socks, but nothing else. It left your breasts to press freely against the soft fabric and your core to be grazed by the cool air of the room.

One of your legs is wedged between his so that your knee nudged his covered cock, but the other nearly dangled over his leg and off the chair, letting your bare pussy press to his equally unencumbered thigh.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering into his shoulder, "I just wanted some attention."

It wasn’t untrue, but he could tell you had wanted far more than a little of his focus, mainly by the way he could feel your slick little cunny pressing against his skin.

He bumps you with his leg like he’s bouncing you in his lap, making you little pussy rub against him faster than you had done yourself.

You whine just the way he likes. That shrill squeak let him know he could twitch at you however he wanted. But, what he wanted to see was you getting off all by yourself on his thick thigh.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to press your pretty pussy against me, right Kukla?" He spoke with a deep laugh as he looked over the beautiful display before him.

You nod vigorously with a "yes, yes please," all desperate as you palm his cock, only to have your fingers swatted away.

"You want to cum, do it yourself!" He huffed like an angry bull before bouncing his leg from under you, dragging it along your exposed flower, and ruffling your folds.

Your face turns a hot red as you do as you’re told, spreading your cunt slowly along his thigh before pressing hard and pushing your hips back up towards his pelvis.

"Good girl, Kukla" His chest rumbled as he spoke.

You give a whimper before dragging and pushing your hips again, making your little flower drool all over him. He’s goading you on as your pussy sucks at his bare thigh.

Your body shuttered with each drag of your hips and bump of his thigh. All while he looked down at you and chuckled to himself. This little game was fun, but the sight of you riding just his leg was driving him almost equally as crazy, making his cock stiffen from where it was tightly confined in his shorts. It was time to end this quickly so he could bury himself inside your sweet cunt.

"Cum, baby, I know you can." His words drip right off his tongue with a thick Russian drawl. It spurs you on to quicken your pace, chasing that sweet, fluttery release.

He bounces you on his knee as you try to shuck your cunt along his leg. As he’s grinning wolfishly down at you, his precious little doll is fucking herself against his leg like a horny brat.

You’re crying into the air as your nails dig into his skin, making him hiss. You shake your hips as his leg still shakes below you to tease you to your finish.

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Wasteland paradise

Chapter 2

Pairing: Boyka X Reader (Post Apocalyptic AU/ inspired by but not in the universe of Fallout new Vegas

Warnings: R18, human trafficking, purchased reader, eventual Smut

Word count: 1793

Chapter 1

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No one ate nor drank for the next 3 days as the diesel-driven truck lumbered along the dusty landscape. Sadly, you were all too weak to protest the degrading conditions, too weak to fight back, and with too little hope for what was to come.

That was until a new sight seemed to spring up around the truck. It was a budding town surrounding the cracked road that you were all being carted along. With the change of scenery, there seemed to be a new spark of life in the back of the trailer, but whether it was a flickering flame of renewed hope or growing fear was another question.

It was still a shanty-like place, but much more put together than where you once called home. The truck came to a shaky stop, screeching just a little against the remains of pavement and kicking dust into the air and into the back of the half-open cab. It wasn’t like any of you could jump out and run, not while you were all chained to your seat.

The driver door clicked open, and the awful man that sat behind the wheel leapt from his seat before rounding towards the doors at the back of the rig. He unlatched the back hatch before jumping into the back of the truck and pulling a handful of captives out to stand in a line next to it. You were part of that unlucky group.

He doesn’t even speak to you before unhooking your chain, yanking from your seat, and leaving you to stumble forward along the dirt. The guns are up again as the hatch to the back of the truck slams shut. They’re armed and ready in case any of you feel like making the mistake of running. One of the raiders took the rope still tightly wrapped around your little wrists and tied it to the side of the truck's rigging before calling out for any potential buyers to take you off their hands.

They must not have deemed you all worth taking to the ‘acropolis’, a nifty name for a beast of a trade city situated further than you thought you'd ever reach. People say it’s hidden within an old amphitheater and spiderwebbed out in a few miles of slums. You’ve only ever heard stories of it, and from the few angry whispers you could hear from the raiders around you, if you're not sold today, you may not live long enough to see it anyway.

You must not have been particularly desirable, as thankfully not one person gave you a second glance as they came by. Yet, you couldn’t help but fidget as you fought to stay standing. You could feel some unwavering gaze drag over you, roughly like a dull blade along your skin. You couldn’t see any eyes in the passing crowd, but you knew someone was glaring at you from some unseen alcove, letting their eyes cut through to your weakened bones.

A woman tied beside you was untethered before being torn from the side of the truck and dragged towards her purchasers. Two burly men held her by each arm, but she seemed too weak to scream. Her head lulled to her shoulder as the one man shook her to stand on her own. You and the few others watched as she was led away, leaving the raiders to count the payment they received for her.

A few of the captives were picked away as the afternoon burned out, but you and at least two others remained beside the truck. At least it looked like two from what you could make out through your blurry vision.

Your time was ticking away, and as you bit down on your cracked lip and let a dribble of blood wet your tongue, you figured that at least the end would be quick. There will be no more pain, no more aches, and no more despair. You’d never have to feel the lingering burn left on your skin or the pangs of hunger in your stomach. Maybe you might see your mother once again.

You closed your eyes as the sun began to dim, wishing only for a slight breeze as you listened to the dull liveliness of the surrounding town. The Raiders spoke amongst themselves, but you didn’t listen—not until a new voice joined them. Something deep and smooth. It was neither hoarse nor graveled, only heavy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from opening your eyes and looking over at the new patron.

This man stood far taller than the raiders, but had his face and body covered from the sun with a thin cloak, as well as a scarf to protect his nose and mouth from the toxic dust that blew through the wasteland air. It left only his eyes visible, letting you feel them rake over your skin as they turned back towards you.

You felt an unerring shiver crawl up your spine as he lifted his hands and pointed at you. In the next instant, the raider was trudging towards you as you shook against the side of the trailer. Your tether was torn away and tied to a slightly longer rope, surely the better to lead you away with.

When you didn’t move with the tug of the rope, one of your captors seized the side of your arm and dragged you over to stand beside the large buyer. That way, the customer could get a better look at you.

An exchange of goods is made before the trailer is closed back up. The rope is handed to the hooded man as your previous captor smacks the back of the truck to signal the driver to leave.

This man now owned you in exchange for car parts. You knew you weren’t worth much, having not been built for hard labor, but you didn’t think your life would be worth so little.

You couldn’t believe the sight of it as the last of your kin disappeared between the rows of shanty houses. Some of those people were your friends and neighbors. After all the blood that had been shed in your own home to be severed from them, this felt like the final crooked nail being hammered into your coffin.

You didn’t know if maybe you were too tired or too dehydrated, but the tears just didn’t flow like they had days prior. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest that, after all these hardships, you had no tears left to shed as you watched the last of the people you used to know just disappear. Maybe it wasn't worth crying about anymore.

You felt a tug on the rope, pulling only slightly towards this hulking figure. It was uncharacteristically gentle, but soon he became impatient, and he started to walk with the rope held tightly in his fisted hand, towing you away with him. There isn’t anywhere left to run, and you didn’t have the energy to do so anyway, so you followed not too far behind this new man.

The town was small but bustled, at least a little bit. Many people unfortunate enough to look at you being pulled away on a lead just averted their gaze. It seemed that whatever ill will had befallen you, they didn’t want to make it their business.

He stumbled behind him, trying your best to lift your feet, only to drag them through the dust. You can't think any further than moving forward for as long as your body will allow, not realizing your poor efforts will easily be noticed.

All of a sudden, he stopped walking, leading you to absentmindedly collide with his broad back. Your legs buckled upon impact, and you crumpled towards the ground. But, you didn't hit the dirt; instead, you barely grazed it as a pair of strong, calloused hands grappled with your weak shoulders.

You sagged into his arms as he held you upright and looked down at your sorry form. You looked back, your vision blurred by the sun overhead as it darkened his figure further. He dipped his fingers into his scarf as your pupils began to shrink from the assault of sunlight.

Your world moved around you as you settled down to sit in the dirt, those hands still holding you to sit up as you pulled back.

Someone was talking, but it sounded strange. It got louder, and you blinked to see that large cloaked man that had once been tugging you along as he knelt over you.

He was shouting down at you to “STAY AWAKE” as he repeatedly shook your upper body so as to rouse you before exhaustion could take hold.

He had to move quickly before you fully collapsed, digging into the packs tied to his side for something to help you. One of those hands moves to cradle the side of your head, hoping to steady you as he brings his canteen close to your face.

You felt it first, the cold metal spout spreading to your cracked lips before the water hit your tongue and chilled your teeth. You gasped into the bottle as a rush of cool liquid shocked your system, making you choke on what had already flooded into your mouth.

He leaned you forward as you began to cough, your body shaking in his arms as panic overtook you. You were livelier, for sure, but only in the sense that you were squirming against his hold. He had to wrap his arm around the back of your neck, locking his hand around your jaw, and holding you tighter to his hard body just to keep you still.

“Drink. Drink, Pozhaluysta!”

His voice was barely a hum against the buzzing in your ears, but as the spout of the flask met your lips again and that water began flooding in, all your senses were dulled.

Your body finally moved on autopilot, letting you chug back the water until the flask was empty and your stomach ached.

You shuddered as he pulled it away, taking in each sharp breath like it was your first lungful of fresh air.

“khoroshaya devochka”

You pulled your eyes open, letting them go wide as his face came into view. He’d pulled the scarf away, letting it hang around his neck and leaving his face open to the mercy of the sun.

He was tall, even as he bent over to look down at you. The light shining into his eyes, making their deep brown glimmer like the translucent gold of an amber stone. Yet his gaze seemed pointed as he narrowed it down at you before grabbing at the rope that was still tethered to your bound wrists and pulling you up.

[shamrockqueen]

Wasteland paradise

Chapter 1

Pairing : Boyka X Reader (Post Apocalyptic AU/ inspired by but not in the universe of Fallout new Vegas)

Warnings : R18, human trafficking, purchased reader, eventual Smut, rough smut, eroticism (not every chapter has smut), death of minor characters.

Word count : 1498

Scott Adkins Masterlist

They say that the decay was gradual, overtaking humanity like a spiderweb of cancer and bleeding into the very bones of modern society. The elite sat comfortably on their pedestals as the earth below them crumbled—that is, until the rot reached them too. They say that when the tallest tower finally fell, it was already too late.

The underbelly was all that survived, becoming this new aristocracy within what once were major cities. Those who fled were left with the scorched landscape they had left barren. Some founded small communes; others formed almost farel gangs that roamed further out into the wasteland. Some settlements fizzled easily; some were attacked and picked clean by invaders; but a few seemed to live long enough to spawn other generations.

You’d never know what that modern world was truly like, and sometimes you’d find yourself wondering how your life would have been if the older generations had ensured a better future. It wasn’t worth thinking about anymore. No, living through the week has greatly outweighed depressive fantasies.

You found yourself alone—finally and horribly alone.

You tried your best to wash the blood stain out, but no amount of scrubbing could make the dress clean again. It felt low, repurposing the very clothes your mother died in while she lay naked in a shallow grave, but you couldn’t afford to waste the fabric. The dress would never come clean, but the pattern was a beautiful yet slightly faded floral blue, so the cleanest part of the fabric had to have been worth something. Anything to put some food on that empty table now that you’d be the only one left to provide for it.

Almost all of your time had been spent taking care of your mother until her slow demise, which had her coughing up most of her own blood. It was always hard to look at her while she was in that state, and the only hope now was that she would be at peace.

You looked at the once-beautiful dress you had bundled in your hands. It had been her favorite, but it was too late to bury her with it now. You pulled the small switchblade from your pocket and began cutting off the stained portion of the fabric. You didn’t bother to cut the seams, as whoever bought it off of the trader once it left your hands would just do it themselves.

You bundled the dress under your arm and left your little home. You had shared this poorly constructed, one-room shanty house with what was left of your family. The small shanty village wasn’t very big and didn’t yield very much production, but the few traders that came through were often a godsend as they brought in many much-needed supplies. A tiny smudge on their map, and they still remembered to visit all of you.

You hoped to get there early so as not to be stuck in the hot sun for most of your day. The caravan was normally parked over by the moonshiners shack, an old man who made a pretty good hootch and would sell a lot to the passing traders.

It was the main reason the caravan came at all and often a great reprieve from everyday life since he’d let the townsfolk get drunk at a hefty discount.

He was nice enough for an old coot, and more often than not, he could be seen sitting in front of his home with his dog Trixie, waiting for the traders to show up.

Old Trixie was sweet and would wonder over and nuzzle up to passersby in search of extra affection and maybe a bit of food. She usually rushed the hill when anyone got close, but when you rounded towards the shack, she wasn’t anywhere in sight.

You crested over the hill and looked down at the lonely little shack at the bottom. There were vehicles all around the house, alongside the trader’s trucks, but you didn’t see any people. You used your hand as a visor to shield your vision from the bright sun overhead to get a better look at the scene before you.

A mound of fluff lay motionless next to the door. Trixie’s telltale brown and white spots were stained in a deep, terrifying red splattered along her small body.

More bodies, larger and human, came into view, all of which lay slain by the side of the caravan. You stopped walking, shaking in your boots at the prospect of getting caught by whatever had caused this entire scene. You nearly pissed your pants off when the mirador walked out of the shack with a jug of hooch in each hand. He wore a torn armored vest doused in a fair amount of blood that most likely wasn’t his.

He turns back towards the house as if to talk to someone behind him, and you take this chance to turn tail and run back the way you came. The fabric was let loose from where you’d clutched it under your arm, kicked away by the dusty wind in exchange for your meager life. The desecration, the sacrifice, the loss—none of it was worth anything now, and all was forgotten in the wake of a possible bullet to the teeth.

The only sound you could hear was the crunch of dirt under your boots as the blood rushed to your ears. You sprint off as fast as you can, propelling yourself down the hill almost faster than your legs can keep up with.

You barely caught the sound of someone shouting after you with a jovial “Woah, where’s the fire?”

All were silenced after a loud bang of gunshots went off not far behind you. Everyone scattered like ants as more shots rang through the air.

You make the mistake of turning back to look at the whirring of a spiked vehicle as it rounds over the hill. You tried to run as fast and as far as your feet could carry you until you could find ample cover from the impending doom.

The flicker of the blue plastic tarp as it got caught up in the breeze stole your sight as you switched your direction towards possible safety. Your boots nearly slid out from under you as you dove towards the tarp. It proved to be a small, unused alcove between two shanty houses, with the plastic cover leftover from a collapsed partial roof.

You kick yourself underneath it and fling the tarp back over your body. You had to squeeze in among the long-forgotten junk as you tried to steady your heart.

You watched as the shadows flickered from the outside of your small cover; many were from those running away just as you had, but others were larger with more sharp edges. Your stomach ached as the shrill and broken voices of your neighbors disappeared into the distance, but it would be the first crack of gunfire that made your guts drop entirely. The cries of the fallen were quickly devoured by the roar of scrap metal against the rough terrain vehicles that rolled by.

You held your breath to keep from hyperventilating, digging your teeth into your bottom lip as tears dribbled tracks down your dirtied cheeks.

You hear heavier, slower footsteps that clinked as they hit the dirt. The sound of it was horribly clear as they got closer and closer to you, hidden only by a tattered blue tarp. When the cracked leather of the side of a boot came into view, you had to choke down every ounce of fear that wanted to burst forth, practically forcing it back down into your lungs as it twisted your face in horror.

You wait just as they wait. The boots don’t move for however long it takes to make your heart nearly beat out of your chest. Then they started to turn towards you.

The next sound is deafening as bits of rusted metal go flying as the blue sheet is ripped right off of it. Old car parts clunk and scrape together, and you have to cover your head with your hands as the small avalanche of junk falls over you.

As the hot sun hit your body once again, there was no use in staying quiet, and a scream finally forced its way out of your body.

To your dismay, you weren’t shot; you were only dragged out by the roots of your hair as the raider dug his fingers into your scalp. You're barely kicking as your legs fight, only to wiggle out from under the junk pile.

He pulls you out onto the road before giving you a kick and a quick order of “get up, off the fuckin ground.”

You scramble up, hands over your head, his rusted gun pointed to your face. He barked out “walk” through his broken teeth, pointing ahead of you with his weapon before kicking the back of your knee when you didn’t already turn and start moving. Your leg buckled but kept you upright as you limped ahead of him towards the chaos they had created.

Shanty houses were lit on fire after being looted and knocked over. A few children were being pulled away from the corpses of their parents left laying in the street; some were caught in the crossfire and laid not far from their fallen family.

“There’s almost nothing here aside from the hooch and the cargo from the caravan!” One man shouted out to the one following not far behind you, his gun still pointed to your back.

“Grab some survivors and load'em into one of the empty wagons. We can sell them off at the trade center for good money.” The voice behind you called back. “If they try to fight you, just shoot’um.”

When your knees shook, it slowed your pace, and you heard him yell at you, “Move, damn it.” And you picked your feet up as quickly as you could towards the caravan.

True to their word, anyone who fought back was shot immediately. They would say that they could still get plenty of money for a few of you, so losing 1, 2, or maybe 5 wouldn’t be an issue.

When everyone was loaded into the wagon, it pulled off with a kick of dust. You watched your old town smolder and smoke in the distance until it disappeared into the wasteland. You’d never see the shanty town again, not that there would ever be anything left to look for.

Chapter 2

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