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Woe be upon yee, Amethio in a binder.
#I’m not insane#just uh#obsessed#mhm#amethio pokemon#amethio#I’ll do a full body first one I did sucked#Pokemon#pokemon horizons#anipoke#trans#yessir
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Can I please request: Sweet!Pouge!Reader x Rafe. Smut smut smut. Maybe she is sitting with her back against his chest, between his legs and he is teaching her to touch herself, wanting to watch her infront of a mirror but she is super shy, feeling so exposed and tries to close legs, get them to stop etc, he gets super horny just hearing how wet she sounds
warnings: soft!dom!rafe (?), use of the nickname daddy (only one time), slight size kink, finger sucking, fingering, slight praise, voyeurism, squirting, cum eating, teasing
a/n: ty anon for the req <3 i wrote this at seven in the morning.. i’m afraid i might be unhinged.
“i don’t know, rafe..” your brought your thighs together, your boyfriend trailing kisses down the curve of your neck. “just relax, baby, m’gonna show you.” he cooed. rafe currently had you sitting between his legs, your back flushed against his chest. “what’s making you nervous?” you gasped when you felt his large hands snake around your front, cupping you through your bra before rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.
“i’m the only one without clothes on..” you bit your lip, feeling a sense of relief when rafe slipped his shirt off. “poor thing, feeling exposed huh?” he teased, the warmth of his skin making you relax in his hold. you nodded, glancing at your reflection in the tall mirror in front of rafe’s bed. “see how pretty you look?” he slowly pulled your thighs apart, his eyebrows knitting at the sight of your glistening cunt. “fuck.” you shivered when he cursed under his breath.
“you’re so wet, do you see that?” both of you moaned when he spread your folds, revealing the sensitive bundle of nerves that just ached to be touched. “go ahead, baby, show me what you know.” rafe pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, watching as your fingers found your soaked pussy. you had an idea on how this worked, but you weren’t too sure. instead of starting off soft, you went straight into rubbing your clit, the sensation making you jolt with a gasp.
“woah, go slow pretty girl, there’s no rush.” you did as he said, your heart blooming at the nickname. slowly, you circled your fingers around your entrance, gathering the slick there before stroking upwards where you needed it the most. rafe was going crazy over the fact he could hear just how wet you were, the wet sounds making his cock harden indefinitely. “like this?” you squeaked, your body buzzing with pleasure as he unhooked your bra, squeezing the swells of your breasts.
“shit— yeah, baby. just like that..” he was hypnotized at the sight. there you were, with your pretty pink nails rubbing your pussy for only him to see. “show daddy how you put a finger in.” your eyes widened for a second, the look on rafe’s face giving you all the courage you needed. whimpering, you inserted a finger, feeling pathetic as the sensation didn’t come anywhere near to the way it feels with rafe’s fingers. “it doesn’t feel like yours.” you whined, making rafe huff out a laugh.
“do you want it to?” he prayed you’d say yes to him so he could make you do his favorite thing and have you unravel, shaking and crying out in pure orgasmic bliss. “please, rafe.” you took out your digit, rafe bringing your hand up to his mouth before sucking your succulence off of your finger. “tell you ‘what..” he spoke up, “since this is your first lesson, i’ll go easy and do the hard work for you. but next time? you’re going to give me two orgasms all by yourself.” rafe whispered the last part, sending a shiver down your spine.
“okay..” you agreed. rafe’s hand trailed down your body, his familiar touch making you feel at ease. “i’m gonna fill this cunt up with my fingers and you’re gonna rub that clit for me, you got it?” you smiled, accepting his proposal. rafe was so much bigger than you, his hands being at least three to four times larger than your own. he started out sweet like always, gathering your slick before slowly pushing in a finger until he was knuckle deep. fuck, you felt so full already.
you started circling your clit, the curve of rafe’s finger making you mewl. “you’re so tight, baby, those walls are just squeezing around me.” rafe was sure you could feel his erection poking at your back. your head was resting against his chest now, your eyes screwed shut as you picked up your pace. rafe didn’t dare look away from the mirror, this image forever ingrained in his brain. “feels s’good.” you whined, pulling your plush bottom lip between your teeth.
one thing about rafe; he was going to give you the maximum pleasure experience. with one hand thrusting into you, the other rolling your nipple between his fingers, and his teeth nipping at that sensitive spot on your neck, it wasn’t long before your thighs threatened to shut again. not because you were shy, but because you felt like you were going to make the biggest mess yet. “think you can take one more?” your eyes fluttered open, meeting rafe’s. “yes— oh, my god, yes.”
inserting another finger, rafe started thrusting his digits into you at an unforgiving speed, the pads of his fingers slamming that soft, gummy spot inside of you. you cried out, feeling a stream of wetness before your orgasm hit you full force. “rafe!” you practically screamed, thankful that no one was home to hear your cries. “ah, fuck, give it to me, baby.” rafe kept your legs open as you shook in his arms, your teeth biting down on his bicep. you only bit rafe when you couldn’t take the feeling anymore, your boyfriend picking up on the indication to slow down.
he eased you out of your orgasm, peppering your shoulder with kisses as you went through the aftershocks. rafe was sweet enough to tuck your hair behind your ears, his cock jumping when he met your fucked out gaze. “i think i made a mess-” your voice sounded strained, your legs collapsing once rafe pulled his fingers out, licking the digits once again. “you did. ‘was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he kissed you, making you taste yourself on his lips.
“rafe?” you met his eyes in your shared reflection, “can i make you cum now?”
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Sweet Like Honey Buns
Tara had convinced you to buy some lingerie to wear for your man as a little ‘just because’ gift, but he walked in on you trying it on. Is he getting his gift early? A/N: ‼️MDNI‼️I'd give all of them their gift early no questions asked. [Requested by: tamaki-simp]
𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎
[SFW]
utterly captivated seeing you in lingerie
shocked stock still doesn’t move an inch until you yell at him “Zayne!” ”Im sorry I-i’ll be out here”
is completely flustered when you stop him and ask him how you look “Well … what do you think?”
speechless at how good you look
“this was supposed to be a surprise, but you already saw it now” “…..” still speechless with hearts in his eyes
so stunned that he starts talking about irrelevant matters “You should lock your door its safer” “I noticed you have a few dishes still in your sink” “Your carpet could use a good vacuuming”
“Do you think I look weird?” “You look perfect my love”
once you can get him to focus he’s flustered showering you in compliments
although you're dressed in little to nothing he still focuses on your face while he praises you “You look ravishing my love” “You look stunning in anything that you wear”
kisses your knuckles before giving you another once over
subtly offers to buy you more
[NSFW]
his composure was already hanging on by a thread so when you kissed him as a thank you his mind went blank
picks you up by the waist and has a seat on the bed; settling you onto his lap so you’re straddling him
he’s gropping your tits immediately
“No no keep it on” when you try to take your bra off
pops one tit out so he can suck on it while he squeezes and gropes the other
reaches down to pull your panties to the side and is shocked to find them crotchless immediately slips in with ease
lays back and pistons his hips up into you while never taking his mouth off your titty
insatiable seeing you in this set that the only time he takes his mouth off your chest is to watch your pussy drip down his dick all while you lazily ride him with shaky legs
𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕
[SFW]
“Is this what you invited me over for?” “You weren’t supposed to see this yet”
stands in the doorway and just admires you from afar
asks you to give him a little twirl once to the left another to the right and one more so he can see it from the back again
is jealous that Tara is the one who talked you into buying it instead of him
“will you buy more if I convince you?”
wants to go shopping with you next time to pick out more of course he'll pay for them
[NSFW]
has you give him one more twirl and stops you when youre backwards so he can slap your ass
“I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me dressed like this” “You already do that no matter what I wear” “yea but the difference is you’d be wearing this”
wants you to dominate him in this outfit
can’t help, but pull your body close to him as he grips your ass
wants you to keep it on the whole time “sit on my face”
“make me beg for it” as he eats it through the panties
lets you think you have all the power until he gets the first orgasm out of you then he’s flipping you on your back so he can see you sprawled out under him with this outfit on
“Raf I have to take these off if you want to put it in” “no you dont”
rips a hole in your panties just so he can slip in with ease
pussydrunk and is feral having you under him dressed like this
buys you crotchless lingerie sets afterwards
not stopping until you’re a double stuffed Twinkie and double iced toaster strudel that needs help walking to the bathroom
𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛
[SFW]
“Did I intrude on you?” keeps his eyes cast downward
is a blushing mess when you tell him to look
“this was supposed to be a surprise” “trust me I'm incredibly surprised"
grabs your hand and spins you to see the full set
“you look gorgeous baby”
can’t help but run his hands up and down your waist
“did you only get one?”
asks what other sets you saw that you wanted so he can go buy them
can’t stop complimenting you to the point he’s rambling
[NSFW]
on his knees for you literally
my boy is trailing kisses down your chest and stomach until he is on his knees kissing and licking your pussy through the panties
once your knees start buckling he tells you to get against the wall, pulls your panties to the side and throws one leg over his shoulder
stares up at you while you cum in his mouth
picks you up and throws you on the bed
has to pop a titty out to suck on while he buries two fingers in you and gropes your other boob
“please let me buy you more of these” he pants as he fumbles with his zipper
ends up accidentally ripping your panties and proceeds to literally tear the entire set off of you “Xav this was expensive!” “I’ll reimburse you and buy you more now lay back”
𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜
[SFW]
“and here I thought you couldn’t get anymore tempting”
not only stares, but circles you as he relishes in the sight before him
“was this the only one you wanted?” “everything was really expensive”
finds your bag and slips his black card in your wallet “shop to your hearts desire next time Princess”
showers you in praises
can’t help but fiddle with the lace “nice”
“you like it? it was supposed to be a surprise gift” he turns you toward a full body mirror and stands behind you hugging your waist “you’re stunning sweetie”
definitely taking you shopping to get more REAL SOON
wants to watch you model multiple sets now
[NSFW]
just looking at you already has his blood racing south you can feel his hard on pressing into your butt
“sweetie may I have my gift early?” he buries his face in your neck kissing and taking soft nips
rubs your pussy as he watches your reactions in the mirror, not letting his lips leave your neck
wants you to watch yourself in the mirror while he fingers you “look at how gorgeous you are”
wraps his other hand around your throat tilting your head back as your back arches making your tits look even better
has you cream (or squirt) on his fingers and sucks your juices off
grabs your wrist when you go to pull your soaked panties off “no keep it on, all of it”
pins you to the wall and hoist you up on his shoulders to eat you out
definitely gonna bend you over in front of the mirror; holding your arms behind your back telling you to keep your eyes on him in the mirror
peels you out of it once it’s significantly covered in his nut and your cream/juices
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Super happy, puppy dog yandere boyfriend that’s happy to have sex with you for the first time
afab reader ; nsfw
You look so beautiful in bed, all dolled up and pretty just for him! And only for him! He’s so excited that his pants feel way too restrictive, and if he had a tail you bet it’d be wagging a mile a minute.
He looks at your soft curves, your bashful, oh-so-cute-eyes, and the rosiness of your adorable cheeks with so much love. Because he loves you. And he really REALLY means it. And wants to show you how he really feels tonight. He was so happy that you’d agreed to go all the way with him.
When he undresses and leans over your body, hands squeezing your hips and inner thigh, you feel him trembling with anticipation. You giggle at the sight, and he swears your voice is like an angel from above singing holy scripture into his ears.
You unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side of the room. He imagines smothering his face between your tits until you slowly peel your laced panties out from under you, revealing a perfectly pink pussy that has him practically drooling, all sense of self restraint bursting at the seams.
He’s all over you before you can even say a word, face between your legs, boyish hands keeping a vice like grip on your thighs to keep you open as he laps and laps away until he’s satisfied. Which in the moment, he thinks he’ll never be with how good you taste. His drool gets everywhere, coating your already wet cunt with his own juices. He apologizes for the mess and eagerly goes to clean it up with his tongue, sucking on your mound like a dog gobbling over a chew toy.
Did he already say your voice sounds like an angel? Because your moans are so immaculate he can just listen to you say his name and ONLY his name all damn day. Just you and him. Together forever and ever and ever and ever —
The thought of spending eternity with you puts him over the edge, and he practically whines for you to let him put his cock inside.
“Please, baby? I promise I’ll make you feel good. I promise! I wanna feel you so bad. I can’t take it anymore.”
You find his begging cute, but would be a cruel woman to tell him no when he’s staring at you with such puppy-love, lust ridden eyes. When you say yes, he’s over the moon, already covering your body with sloppy kisses and thank yous, muttering promises of how he’ll make you feel oh so full, oh so good, and that he’ll take care of you forever.
He knows you’re not a virgin but he doesn’t care. He would have loved to be your first but that doesn’t matter now, the only thing that matters is making you his right this moment and making it to where you’ll never want another man ever again, just him.
When his cock plunges into you he moans just as loud as you, if not more. You feel his heart pounding like crazy and reach to kiss him, sending him into a frenzy of ‘I love you’s and ‘Mine, mine, MINE’. He latches onto your tits like they’re a lifeline, feeling so high with adrenaline that he almost zones out and ignores your moans. Uh-oh, can’t do that! He wants to hear every noise you’ll make for him tonight.
He’s fucking you so fast and so good you can barely think straight, and your fucked out expression just sends him over the moon. He squeals at your adorable face and holds you tighter, biting into your neck and laughing when you gasp at his actions. He hasn’t bothered counting how many times you’ve come. He just knows it’s been more than three.
You ask him to take you from behind, doggystyle, and he happily obliges. He fucks you deep, slamming into you as hard as he can, gripping your ass and giving one cheek a nice smack. With a pull of your hair, he’s got you on both knees pressed flush against his body. He gives you another hickey on your neck, but not before another bite.
“Oh you’re doing so good for me baby. Just like that! Yeah. Go ahead and cum for me.” He encourages.
Boy, does he want to come inside you so bad, make you his and mark you, but he knows how you feel about that and opts to come outside instead, all over your perfect ass.
When he finishes, he flops into bed next to you and holds you tight, looking at you with concerned but hopeful eyes.
“How was that?? Was it good? You won’t leave me know will you? I know I liked it, but did you? We can go another round if you want. I wanna make you—“
You hush him with a reassuring kiss on the lips.
#yandere writing#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere#male yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere x you#Smut#yandere smut#yandere imagine#yandere drabble#yandere headcanons#soft yandere#yandere male
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random thought but… stepdad!König fucking reader after finding out they wanna be in a relationship with him and saying “I’m going to marry you” or “I’ll make you mine one day” or smth like that. 🤭 and dbf!Horangi just kinda agreeing with him while sandwiching reader from the back, already having an idea of being the husband’s best friend that fucks his wifey 💝💝💝
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Gah- that pink bow has my heart😵💫 cw: smut, STEPCEST, DUB-CON, creampie, sex marathon?, phone sex? Double penetration, p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cheating, marriage, tell me if I missed any.
For a second, he forgot how to breathe, his knees weak and fingers twitching, his cheeks flushed with the joy he felt. Your little confession riled him up, your sweet tears and pout gave him the hardest erection he’d ever lived. Sweet, innocent words that would’ve seemed blasphemous to any other, sounded erotic, making his blood boil and arousal simmer under his skin. It worked through his body with tight and rushing pleasure, pumping blood down to his engorged cock and heavy balls.
“I want you,” sealed the deal, commanding his body to pound you into your bed, make you forget you ever had a life without him - he promised it.
And promised he did, he fucked you all day, pressing you down on your bed, folding you in half as keened loudly. The bed creaked and the wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it with every rock of his hips, fingers gripping your soft bedsheets and toes curling over his shoulder. You were stuck beneath him until the time he knew your mother would be back, taking every moment he had to watch his cock push in you and back out with a ring of cum and slick around his thick cock.
At first, he took you alone, slamming into your while you mewled out, your sweet sounds reaching the hungry ears of your neighbour on the phone. König had called Horangi in a blur, his mirth infectious, making Horangi happy, chuckling out praises to you and giving his word that he’d come by after his exercise at the gym. Your stepdad kept his friend on the phone, the Korean wearing EarPods during his whole course, working out with his cock throbbing and pushing against his shorts.
An hour in, waking up after you passed out in pleasure, eyes rolled to the back of your head in white pleasure, Horangi made himself home, naked and kneeling between your thighs. You let out a surprised moan, back arching when he drove his tongue inside your twitching hole, his thumb rolling your sensitive clit. He took his take taking you apart, watching you flay and cream all over him, covering is face with slick.
Near delirious and body oversensitive, you felt them push into you, softly alternating between both cocks stuffing your stretched cunt. You were trapped between them, body pushed back and fourth, feeling them fill you up, bottoming out, balls slapping the other man, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. You bucked your hips, chasing their cocks, nails digging into Horangi’s shoulder, gasping and moaning with your legs spread open by König’s hands.
“I’ll marry you, ja, Schatz?” König growled, pumping you full of cum, womb stuffed full with his and Horangi’s charged load. “Breed you and make you mine.”
“Fuck, I can’t wait to suck your tits,” Horangi couldn’t stop himself from agreeing, mind conjuring every image of your swollen stomach and wobbling walk. “Drink your sweet milk.”
“Do you want that, Schnucki?”
All you could do was nod, throat sore from screaming and body limp in your stepfather’s arms, your eyes were heavy chest puffing with loud, exhausted breaths. You liked their idea, marrying, breeding, becoming theirs, perhaps their delusions finally got to you.
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Cat hybrid reader going through her first heat after taking heat suppresent pills all her life with werewolf husband(NSFW obv). This sounds kinda cute in my head.... I can't explain it.... Like getting married and then finally deciding that you want to let yourself go through a natural process which you were suppressing all your life.
Happy 5k! If this isn't something you'll write, I am sorry, please do not block me, I can't tell if this is following the rules or not.
Your husband held your hand as you started the morning without taking your heat suppressant pill for the first time.
You wanted to have kittens with him so badly, and he wanted to fuck you full of pups, so the two of you decided that it was beast for you to temporarily stop taking them so you could mate properly.
“You think it’ll be okay?” he asked, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
You frowned, leaning against him. “I’m not sure… it’ll take a few days for the suppressant to leave my system. I’ll find out then…”
And find out you did.
Your husband returned home after a long day of work, only for his cock to immediately strain against his pants when he picked up the smell of your heat. He could hear your desperate little mews from the bedroom, walking in to see you crying and begging for release.
You had never felt such an ache in your cunt, and had never really felt the urge to masturbate so you had no idea what to do. He watched you struggle to finger yourself and play with your clit, your pretty kitty tail rubbing against your fat, wet pussy.
“Poor baby, can’t even make herself cum…”
He fucked his fingers into you, making your back arch. “Mmph! P-please, need more!”
You panted, your body feeling like it was on fire. His fingers were a little help, but it was like throwing a bucket of water on a house fire.
You needed more.
“Shh, sweetheart. Gotta stretch you out, okay? Can you be my good girl and wait for me?”
He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying his best to stretch you out as quickly as possible.
You nearly lost it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh, his lips moving to your fat pussy. He licked your clit, sucking on it as his fingers kept fucking into you.
After a few moments you cried out, cumming on his fingers and writhing on the bed. Orgasming while in heat was like nothing you’d ever felt before!
Your entire body spasmed as he pulled out his fingers from your aching pussy with a wet squelch. It took him a second to compose himself, watching your pussy ooze. There was a mess under your hips already, and your scent alone was driving him insane!
He already towered over you, but now he seemed to loom over your body like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
He rolled you onto your fat tummy, lifting your hips so he could properly mount you. By now, he was going off of pure instinct, ready to breed his fertile little mate.
“Mew…”
You let out a pathetic little meow as he sunk into you. The two of you had sex before, but now it was an entirely different experience.
The pleasure was multiplied tenfold, and he was so much more intense than he had been previously. “Wanna make puppies with you! W-wanna-!”
You buried your face into the pillow as he pounded your kitty cunt. His grip on your tail made you cry out, arching your back so he could reach you better.
Your hips and legs were easily lifted off the bed as he began using your fat pussy to get off, his mind fat gone. You didn’t mind, the feeling of him knotting you and filling your belly with cum over and over again was the only thing helping to calm the heat in your body.
The next day, your mate fussed over you, feeling terrible that he went overboard and lost control.
“I’m sorry, little one… your heat, it just-“
You butted your head against him affectionately, purring as he began to pet you.
“I think it’s what I needed… thank you for being with me for my first heat.”
“Of course… I’m your husband and mate, it’s my responsibility to take care of you.”
The two of you spent the morning cuddling in bed, soft purrs and loving mews filling the air.
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abby anderson x reader ࿐
content loss of virginity, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of strap
‘ come on, baby. how come you’re always getting shy on me ? ‘ abby’s hand was under your shirt, her fingers skimming the lacey material of your bra. you hated the bummed look on her face, your digits weaving themselves through her loose hair as she left kisses on your neck. ‘ i just don’t want to disappoint you, ‘ you whispered, ‘ here you are with all the experience in the world, and here i am with nothing, kind of humiliating. ‘ you cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
‘ what do you mean ? ‘ she laughed. ‘ i’ve never had sex before, abs. that’s what i mean. ‘ your hands fell to your sides as you avoided looking at the girl on top of you. ‘ hey, ‘ she cupped your chin, ‘ are you serious?’ you nodded slowly, sucking in a breath as her eyes darkened over. ‘ you’re telling me that someone as beautiful, perfect, and smart as you are hasn’t had sex with anyone ? ‘ a shy smile graced your lips from her genuine praise. ‘ abby, i’m being serious ! ‘ you hit her chest playfully.
‘ so am i. why would you think you’d disappoint me by being a virgin ? ‘ she caged you between her arms, leaving a kiss on your temple. ‘ because i want you to feel good too. ‘ you met her eyes for the first time during this whole ordeal. abby shook her head, ‘ this is about you, making you feel good would make me feel even better. ‘ she pulled you into a kiss, slotting herself between your thighs. ‘ let me do that for you, beautiful. let me make you feel good. ‘ you moaned when she grinded against your cunt, the thin material of your leggings having nothing on the rough denim of abby’s jeans.
‘ okay, ‘ you let her take off your sweatshirt, her hips grouding into yours once again. ‘ i’ll be easy i promise, ‘ she sat back on her heels, pulling down your leggings and underwear in one swoop. ‘ yeah? you like that?’ abby’s jaw clenched as she took in the naked sight of you, practically making her mouth water right there. ‘ if you want me to stop anything, just say the word baby. ‘ she picked up one of your legs, allowing your ankle to rest on her shoulder. you shuddered as abby traced your folds, her thumb teasing your clit.
‘ fuck, you’re soaked already ? ‘ you moaned once she started a steady rhythm. she continued like this until you grabbed her wrist, your shallow breaths now pants as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. ‘ you okay ? can’t take it ? ‘ she leaned forward, moving faster as your grip on his wrist tightened. ‘ d-don’t stop. ‘ your eyes rolled back just as you felt a finger at your entrance.
abby’s finger entered you slowly, your walls fluttering around her digit. ‘ does that hurt ? ‘ you shook your head, your hips chasing her hand for more. ‘ you’re doing so good, yn. ‘ she kissed you, the added penetration making your thighs shake. ‘ w-wait, i think i’m gonna— oh my god, ‘ you were cut off by your orgasm hitting you full force, a cry ripping itself from your throat. abby inserted a second finger, this alone making black spots dot your vision, your body thrashing against the sheets underneath you.
‘ o-okay, okay ! ‘ you tapped her arm, trying your best not to scream at the overstimulation. abby grunted, putting the same fingers she had inside of you, inside her mouth, your eyes widening as she did so. ‘ fuck, you taste so good. ‘ she was quick to discard all of her clothes, your jaw dropping at the size of her cock, having doubt in being able to take it. ‘ i can’t promise this won’t hurt baby, i’ll stop if it’s too much for you, okay ? ‘ you nodded, wrapping your arms around her neck, her lips grazing yours as she lined herself up with your entrance.
she smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before taking you in a kiss, your heart melting at the same time she pushed herself inside you, your eyes screwing shut at the pain shooting up your spine. abby groaned at the sight of you, her head dropping in the crook of your neck. ‘ holy fuck. ’ she breathed out, her large palm cupping your bra—clad tit. ‘ hurts, abs. ‘ tears stung your eyes, your nails digging into her skin. “i won’t move until you tell me to, angel.” you held her face in your hands, adjusting to her while the pain subsided.
‘ i think i’m okay now, ‘ you wrapped your legs around her waist, a whimper leaving abby’s lips as she pulled out, thrusting back into you slowly. you moaned, the stretch feeling more blissful with each stroke of her cock. within five minutes, you and abby were moaning and holding onto each other like you’d disappear if you let go. she was getting rougher the closer she got to the edge, her hand occasionally wrapping around your neck.
‘ fuck, harder, please abs. ‘ she huffed a laugh at your request, tugging your hair as she flipped you over, her fingertips digging into your hips as you took you from the back. in this position, she reached even deeper, your pussy clenching around her as she pushed your face into the pillows, muffling your screams. ‘ shit— ‘ you whimpered, moving your hips to meet hee thrusts.
abby fisted your hair, pulling you up so your back was flat against her chest. ‘ that’s it, you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl ? ‘ she talked into your ear, her other hand coming around to rub tight circles on your clit. ‘ oh, fuck yes, ‘ you would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for her holding you up. ‘ cum baby, i got you. ‘ as if on cue, you gasped, abby cursing at the noises escaping your mouth, ‘ oh, fuck, i’m gonna cum too. ‘ you didn’t even get a chance to go through the aftershocks of your second orgasm before she got on top of you again, still rubbing your clit as she fucked into you like she was merely using you to get herself off.
you winced, overstimulation setting in as you felt the build up of a third climax underway. ‘ you’re so good abby— ’ those words alone sent her spiraling, her hips stuttering as she reached herself at the end. ‘ give me one more, yn ‘ she grunted, her abs constricting as she switched her angle, pinning both of your thighs next to your head. ‘ abby wait— holy shit. ‘ you were sure she had crescents indented in her skin by how hard you were scratching her.
‘ there you go .. ‘ she trailed wet kisses from your chest to your neck, wiping away a tear that slid down your cheek. you panted, finally opening your eyes only to see abby smiling down at you. ‘ that’s not funny, ‘ you breathed, holding onto her hand as she rolled over to your side, ‘ that was .. better than i thought. ’ abby stroked your hair, pulling you close to her. “that was amazing, yn. i didn’t think you could be anymore perfect but i was wrong.” you smiled against her skin.
maybe it was the way your girlfriend brain was wired, but you couldn’t keep yourself from thinking about her past conquests who probably felt the same way as you did right now; literally dickmatized and on top of the world. ‘ why are you so pouty now ? ‘ she cupped your cheeks, your eyes rolling at her teasing tone. ‘ because.. you’ve made other girls feel like that too. ‘ you twirled a loose strand of her hair that framed her face.
‘ mm well if it makes you feel any better, no other girl has ever made me feel like this and can’t even compare to you. ‘
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Holy mother of pearl I need a part 3 of blurred lines like I need air to breathe
as you wish. but this lil blurb is it y’all 🤣
[ part 1 ] [ part 2 ]
Rhysand was being obnoxious.
Unreasonably jealous and filled with a need like no other—almost comparable to the one induced by the powder that still burned in your system—his mouth wouldn’t stop latching to the marks Azriel had sucked into your neck. “Don’t get all quiet on me now,” Rhys huffs out, teeth nipping at your ear from behind.
Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, soaking the floor and the clothes scattered in it but neither of you can find it in you to care. Not when Rhys’ cock felt so deep, fucking into the swollen mess of your pussy like it was the first time all over again. “Azriel’s still here. It’s rude.”
“Don’t,” He’s vicious in his reprimand, guiding you up and down the girthy length of him with ease. Nails bite into already bruised flesh but the relief overrides the temporary discomfort. “—ever say another males name while I’m fucking you.”
A low hum dips in your throat. “Jealousy’s sexy on you, High Lord.” The soft fat of your breasts drag against the rising muscles of his chest, manicured nails raking through strands of silky obsidian. ��Worried he did a better job? Lived up to the rumors about those great, big wings of his?”
The hand that splays across the length of your neck is unforgiving when he pulls you in closer, noses touching and breath mingling when a growl grows in his chest. It should spark fear, force your heartbeat to rise but all you feel is the electrifying tingle of anticipation. “Did he?”
“Maybe,” You shrug, feigning nonchalance but you can feel the twitch of his cock from inside you. There’s no friction, just fullness as your arms remain looped over broad shoulders, cool air nipping at wet skin. “Can’t remember—was a little out of it.”
“Is that right?” Rhysand’s eyes glaze over a moment, a dark smirk forming on regal features. Through the drug induced haze, you have half the sense to notice the shift in the air. Gone is the mate willing to offer endless coddling and comforting words crooned into the sensitive spot below your ear. Sweet touches are replaced with the all-consuming power that made Rhys the most dangerous of all the High Lords; dark magic cloaking the bathing chamber in pitch black, cutting off all sense of sight and distorting sound. “Shall I give you a refresher?”
Familiar talons tease at the barrier of your mental walls, itching to sink in and take the reins. Goosebumps swarm your skin despite the warmth of the water lapping at your legs. “Do as you please—take notes if you must.”
Your mates leniency towards your steadily growing snark seems to dwindle with each sentence spoken and he’s less than gentle when breaching the boundaries of your mind, rooting around as if he owned the place. Rhys yanks the offending memory forward, his presence lingering at your back, breath tickling at your neck as you’re forced to watch with him.
Watch you and Azriel—the fucked out glaze in your eye. The moans and hoarse screams for it harder. Deeper. “It surprises me that you could’ve forgotten this,” Rhysand taunts, chuckling to himself at the pliant lean of your body when his hands mimic Azriel’s. Fingers pinch at hardened nipples, copying the cruel pace set until witty remarks fizzled away; all the spark snuffed out by alluring darkness and the delicious drag of Rhysand’s cock inside of you. Your eyes begin to flutter closed when a hand curls around your jaw, face forcefully raised to keep watching. “Pay attention,” The rasp in his tone shoots right between your thighs and it’s impossible to resist wiggling your hips, meeting every thrust until you swore you could feel both of them at the same time. “Don’t look away,” He commands, barely winded. “Or I’ll stop and leave you here to ride this out on your own.”
Thank the Mother he was standing behind you, unable to catch the harsh bite of your lip and the pitiful wobble of your chin. But still, you obeyed. Never tearing your eyes away for even a second as Rhysand fucked into you, hands gripping at your hips and wandering the length of your body before the touches began to lose its synchronicity. “It’s so deep,” The whine is abruptly cut off, a palm pressed against your lips as he manually silences you.
“That’s not what you said to him.” One finger raised from your face to point at the memory, Azriel’s gruff words muffled by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. Every nerve burns, muscles screaming with tension as that coil tightened more and more and more in the pit of your belly. “I thought you were worried about Az hearing you, pretty girl?” Your neck cranes as he pulls your back flush to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder but the devastating thrust of his hips don’t stop and the angle threatens to force your eyes closed. “Don’t be fucking rude.”
It’s torture; trying to remain quiet with so much happening. You swear you can feel Azriel’s hands on your body, skipping past Rhys’ own while twin tongues taste at your neck. Your sounds muffle against his palm, water splashing and skin slapping until four hands became too much for one body.
“He didn’t fuck you like this,” The High Lord all but snarls in your ear, two strong fingers rubbing at your clit in firm circles. “Say it.”
“He didn’t—“ You stammer over the words, garbled syllables rumbling against the hand that slides back down to your throat and the memory is shoved away; tucked in a box and lock deep within the corners of your mind. “He didn’t fuck me like this. Not how you do.”
Plush lips kiss at sweat-slick cheeks, tongue claiming at the line of your jaw and teeth sink into the already bruised expanse of your neck. “Now say it like you mean it.”
It’s too much, the teasing and that possessive bite in his grip. “No one does it like you, Rhys.” You’re so close, fingers digging into the edge of the tub, back arching into him as you teetered that line—coil threatening to give at any second. “No one ever will.”
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TIMELESS : ̗̀➛양정원
XO tatted all over her body...
✧jungwon x f!reader
genre/warnings: 3.3k words, 17+, no minors 🔞, friends w benefits to lovers, hair pulling, slapping, smoking🍃, constricted breathing, biting, scratching, crying, annoying roommates, kinda filthy but um yeah, overstimulation, NOT proofread :(
a/n: umm the fact that this is my first work.. idk what happened tbh LMAOO i was listening to the song and jungwon came to mind so slay ?? i hope you guys like it but also PLEEASEE give me feedback because it’s my first time publishing anything but um yeah i’ll write more for enha because i literally love them and yeah (anton mentioned - RIIZE IS SEVEN 🧡🤗)
kisses, from laurie 😽
As soon as the words - ‘come over.. i haven’t seen you in a while. i miss you.’ came through your phone you already knew what was going to go down.
The two of you had met a good few years prior after being introduced by a mutual friend - Sunghoon - and toed over the line of friendship during a smoke session. Ever since then you decided to keep the friendship but have constantly messed around.
Jungwon was in a band and on tour constantly so when he did eventually call you didn’t waste time getting to him.
Now you were in his room breathing as one with the fog that clouded the room and also your judgment while his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 playlist played in the background.
Jungwon tapped on the XO tattoo that sat on your neck, signalling for you to open your mouth.
He blew the smoke from his mouth into yours and waited for you to hold it then exhale.
kiss me. kiss me. kiss me.
Were the words that ran through your mind on an endless track as you stared up at him with wide eyes and a small grin.
“Already?” he pouted. “You usually last longer than this.”
Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck allowing your fingers to weave their way into the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Yeah well, given the circumstances…” you started.
It wasn’t common for you both to be alone together because his roommates were either always around or he wasn’t even there himself.
Jungwon had stated on the phone that Anton was out with some friends or whatever while Taesan wanted to see his girlfriend.
“I want you.” you finished.
“Did you ever do this to Jake?” he taunted.
Right. The ex situationship whose heart you broke which ended with awkward tension in the friend group because you didn’t wait long before running to Jungwon. It was known by all your friends that you and Jake were absolute freaks in bed.
And although the smoke had infiltrated your thoughts, you still knew that you were going to have Jungwon one way or another tonight.
“No. Only you. I just want you.”
He lifted his body off yours and sat back against the headboard of his bed.
“Yeah?” he smirked as he let out another cloud of smoke. “You want me?”
You nodded as you bit into the plush skin of your cheek.
“Show me how bad you want me.” he mockingly nodded back as he spread his legs invitingly.
You wasted no time in crawling over and planting yourself in between his legs.
Jungwon placed an arm behind his head as you unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down his jeans and boxers.
He make a snarky comment about you taking your time.
“I’ve got time.” you joked.
You inhaled before slowly blowing cold air onto the head of his cock.
“Ugh.. fuck.” he groaned. “Suck on it baby.”
You wrapped your lips around the tip as you jerked the rest of him off to get him fully hard.
He took another drag as you lifted your head off him and began to tease him by licking a stripe along the protruding vein on his fat cock.
“Stop teasing me, ___.”
You laughed in response, “Be patient-”
The full sentence never left your mouth as your head whipped to the side. The stinging pain in the shape of a handprint coursed through your body all the way down to a throbbing sensation between your legs.
“Fuck..” Came out from your lips as a whine.
Jungwon wrapped his free hand through your hair and forced you onto his length.
“Open your throat, baby.” he asked. “I know you can take it.”
He bucked his hips relentlessly as he chased his own high without any regard for your breathing.
Tears formed in your eyes as you attempted to match his unruly pace without choking.
Being vocal about his pleasure wasn’t unusual when he was with you, but every time it turned you on even more.
“You’re taking me so well baby.”
You gagged over and over again as spit leaked out of your mouth and dripped all over his thighs.
He peeked open an eye to see you struggling to breathe and immediately pulled you off by your hair.
You coughed hysterically before attempting to suck him off again. He pushed you away once more.
“Sorry.. I got a bit carried away.” he inspected your face to see if anything was wrong.
You rested your face onto the palm on your cheek, “It’s fine, I like it.”
He chuckled, “Of course you do.”
You placed your mouth onto his length once more and jerked off whatever your mouth couldn’t reach, using your other hand to play with his balls.
Instead of resting in your hair like before, Jungwon snaked his hand around your throat, lightly testing the waters as he pushed on your pressure points.
The vibrations of you moaning sent chills all over his body.
“You like that?” he bit onto his bottom lip while pressing harder.
You hummed in response.
“You slut, I’m not surprised.” he degraded. “A freak like yourself would probably get off on me tying you up and making you watch me or some shit like that.”
Your thighs rubbed together as you moaned, feeling yourself get closer to your high without even being touched by him.
His words alone had you right where he wanted you.
“Fuck, babe i’m close.” he moaned. “I know you are, cum with me.”
Your eyes rolled back as he shot his load into the back of your throat causing you to come right after him as you struggled to swallow all he was giving you.
But you wanted to show him how good you could be.
So good that he wouldn’t need to keep fucking around with other people.
Jungwon felt himself get hard again as he watched you stick out your tongue to show that you’d swallowed everything.
“You’re so hot.” he whimpered before putting out the cig.
“Thanks, I know.” you smirked.
It wasn’t a secret that you’d been good looking your whole life. You even managed to pull the whole friend group at once, having all the boys wrapped around your finger.
But with Jungwon it was different, from the moment that he first laid eyes on you, he knew that he had to have you. He had to have you under his control.
Wasting no time, he pushed you onto your back then ripped his shirt off.
“You actually came?” he laughed menacingly. “I didn’t even touch you.”
Your hands covered your face in very little to no embarrassment as you nodded.
He pulled them away before opening your jaw and spitting into your mouth.
Giving you no time to swallow, he attacked your lips and began to messily lick, bite and tug them till they were swollen.
The two of you didn’t usually kiss, not wanting to cross the line. Like you hadn’t already done so longgg ago…
When he pulled away the two of you were connected by a single string of spit.
“Don’t cover your face pretty, look at me.”
As he stared into your own blown eyes he knew that he wouldn’t stop until he had you begging him to.
One second your mini skirt hugged your hips and the next it was ripped and tossed onto the floor.
“Jungwon!” you pouted. “That one’s my favourite.”
He ripped open your shirt and unclasped your bra before biefly sucking on each tit.
“I’ll just buy you another one.” he huffed as he shuffled down the bed to be face to face with your pussy.
He pulled down your panties awfully slowly before pushing your legs up to your chest and telling you to hold them.
Watching your hole gape and grasp around nothing led him to blow cold air onto your clit, trying to get a reaction out of you.
Your hips bucked up and you whined.
“Wonie, please.” you begged.
He laughed at you again.
“You see how you don’t like it when it’s your turn, huh?”
You huffed. “I’m sorry.”
You really weren’t. And you’d do it again just to see him react in the same way.
He licked at your slick with a long groan before replacing the hold on your thighs with his own hands and diving in.
Obscene noises came from your lower body as he fingered you open with two fingers and practically made out with your clit before switching to rub figure eights and curl his tongue against your sweet spot.
Your fingers wove their way into his hair as the moans leaving your mouth grew in volume.
Clit still sensitive from the first orgasm led you to tug at the locks on his scalp and pull him away.
He got the message for like two seconds before wrapping his lips onto it again.
“I know you can take it baby, come on.” he goaded while sticking a third finger into your heat. “Be good for me.”
“I can take it.” you moaned at the sight before you.
The lower half of his face was covered in your essence while his heavy lidded eyes intoxicatingly stared into your soul.
If you could etch this version of him into your brain to watch over and over, you would.
You threw your head back against the sheets as he plunged his thick fingers into you again, repeatedly hitting the spot that you needed him at.
“I’m so close… so close!” you cried. “Nngh.. Jungwon please!”
Your hips thrashed as you felt the coil teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.
Then he pulled away.
“Ugh!” you complained. “WHY would you do that?!”
“Fuck.” he moaned, ignoring you while he sucked on his fingers and closed his eyes due to the intense pleasure. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Jungwon?” you glared. “Hellooo, earth to Jungwon.”
He got up onto his knees and lined himself up against you.
“Figured you’d want to come on my dick instead.” he shrugged.
You couldn’t even roll your eyes in annoyance because he knew you so well.
He slowly eased himself in as you reached behind his shoulders to pull him into you.
“Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight.” he moaned out. “Can you take it?”
Your legs pushed at his lower back to indicate that you wanted allll of him.
The stretch was the best part. It had you feeling like every atom in your body had split and reverted as you felt a fullness inside you that only he could reach.
“You’re so big.” you babbled. “So big..”
“Already drunk on my cock… fuck baby.”
You nodded as you begged him to move, “Please, I can take it.”
He wasted no time in thrusting into you at a rapid pace, not even giving you a second to adjust.
“Fuckkk. Wonie, faster.”
Jungwon pounded into your heat as he moaned into your ear.
“Taking me so well.” he whimpered. “Like this pussy was made for me. Made for my cock.”
“Only you.” you moaned pathetically while your nails scratched down his back feeling overwhelmed from the sensation of his nipples rubbing against yours.
His dick was so good that you wanted to tell him you loved him then and there.
Already close from the orgasm that was ripped away from you, he rubbed your clit as your thighs began to shake.
“Hold on baby, let’s cum together.”
He lifted the upper half off his body and laced your fingers together.
“I’m so close.. fuck!” you sobbed. “Daddy, please let me cum.”
His hips faltered as you felt his tip twitch inside you.
“Daddy, huh?” he grinned. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s gonna have you crying over this cock.”
He seemed to go at a pace that was impossibly faster than before not giving you time to process your words as he had you cumming all over him.
The feeling of your walls squeezing him and milking him for an orgasm sent him over the edge.
You both whimpered and moaned as the air began to feel heavy.
You whined at the feeling of his still hard dick pulling out, watching as Jungwon fixated on the cum leaking out of you.
“Fuck. You can give me another one right?” He pleaded. “Give Daddy another one, baby.”
You shook your head.
“‘s too much.”
You couldn’t even think straight as you stared into space.
“I know, I know.” he pouted. “One more for me, then we’ll stop.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.” he whispered back as he flipped you onto your stomach.
He pulled your hips up and pushed your head down into the mattress as your spine automatically arched to the position that you knew he loved.
“Fuck.” he cried as he pushed back into you.
Once again he wasted no time in fucking into you at a rapid pace, crying out as you clenched around him.
“Faster! Please daddy.” your cried into the sheets as he slapped your ass.
You were wayyy past the point of being cock drunk but the same was for him. His brain fogged up as the only thoughts coming through were that he wanted no. needed to have you writhing under him again.
He circled your clit and lifted up your leg to hit the deepest spot possible.
The mix of your past releases ran down the back of your thighs and stuck to the front of his.
Your tears soaked the duvet while your mouth hung open, drool seeping down.
Jungwon felt himself get close again but with the way you were twitching under his hold he could feel that something was different.
“Can I cum? Please daddy.” you sobbed.
“Yeah, baby. You’ve done so well for me.” he praised.
A weird but familiar sensation built up inside you leaving you to attempt to pull off Jungwon.
He pulled you right back and continued abusing your hole.
“No, no, no!” you cried as you squirted so hard that his cock slipped out and your body slumped down feeling spent.
Jungwon came all over your lower back at the sight. He could confidently say that was the longest orgasm he’d had in a very long time.
A loud ringing subsided in your ear as you felt the loss of his body heat.
Too tired to say anything, you patiently waited for him to come back.
He scooped you up princess style and took you the bath that he’d started.
You hummed contentedly as he scrubbed all over your body.
“Can we just sit here for a while?” you asked, voice hoarse from all the shouting.
He nodded as he snuggled up to your back.
The two of you stayed there for however long until Jungwon got out so he could quickly change his sheets before coming back to fully dry you off and help you apply lotion.
You followed him to his room again with shaky legs, allowing him to dress you in one of his shirts and boxers.
“Let me get you some water.” he said, caressing your cheek.
You followed after him into the kitchen despite his warnings to stay put.
Your legs gave way after like 6 steps.
“Fuck daddy! You’re so big!” came a voice from the couch.
Anton cackled at you as Taesan mocked the obscene dialogue that went on between you and Jungwon.
“Nice to know he fucks you well.” the former taunted.
“Fuck off.” you rolled your eyes as you struggled to stand up.
“Why don’t you get up first?” Taesan chuckled.
“Ugh, I thought you two weren’t even in tonight?” you grumbled.
They looked confused. “Now who said- ”
“Okayyy! Let’s go.” Jungwon conveniently interrupted.
He placed the water on the counter so he could pick you up then grabbed the glass again as he walked to his room.
You flipped off his roommates who made kissing faces at you.
"What the fuck happened to your back?" Anton commented on the red scratches running down his back.
"Heard he likes his girls the way he likes his cats." Was the last thing you heard before Jungwon slammed the door shut with his foot.
With you placed on the bed, he began to flutter around the room arranging random things.
The only thing you found interesting were the french tip nails - that he paid for! - as you thought about everything that had just happened.
First he lied to you about his roommates being there considering he knew that you always held back whenever they were in the apartment, secondly he kissed you - you never kissed each other but he did it so casually and third, the urge to tell him that you loved him.
You knew that what you felt for Jungwon was different to what you were supposed to but but how could you not? Your relationship was anything but casual.
Half of his closet stored your clothes and your shower routine products were literally in his bathroom cabinet. He always acted possessively over you whenever you’d meet with his other friends and didn’t even correct people when they said you looked like a cute couple.
But then he’d go and fuck the other people on his roster and you’d be reminded that you weren’t the only one when he’d post a soft launch on instagram.
“Wonie.” you called out.
He hummed in response while folding some clothes into his suitcase.
“Can we talk?” you asked timidly.
He stopped what he was doing and sat next to you.
“What do you mean, __?” he asked back as he held your face.
Wow, not even a nickname.
“I mean that… I just…”
Jungwon assured you that you could speak to him about whatever you were thinking about.
Fuck him for being so understanding.
You couldn’t even stop the words from coming out of your mouth,
“I think I love you.” you blurted out before covering your mouth in shock. “… I’m gonna go-”
He pulled you back in by your waist and kissed you delicately as if you were fragile and he needed to protect you from harm.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.
“You finally caught on.” he smiled.
“Finally?” you frowned. “What do you mean finally?”
“I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you.” he grinned. “Had to wait for stupid Jake to get out of the way.”
“Let’s not talk about Jake right now.” you laughed.
“I’m being serious.”
“What about the other people that you keep seeing?”
Jungwon rolled onto his back in a fit of laughter.
“At one point or another, I called them your name.” he smiled.
You gasped.
“No you didn’t!”
He nodded.
“With all of them?!”
“Come on, you’re making me seem like a man whore. It was only 5 people.” he groaned. “Not my best choice but yeah I called them all off agess ago.”
The laughing died down as you lay next to him.
“__ __, I know i’ve been a bit of a prick- ”
“Major prick.” you giggled.
“Right, major prick.” he smiled. “But I was wondering.. If you wanted to be my girlfriend?”
You nodded with an uncontrollable smile.
“I’d love to.”
He pounced onto you as he squeezed the life out of you stating that he was the happiest man alive.
A selfie of the two of you was posted to his story with the caption ‘My gf😍, back off bitches 😒’ and he tossed his phone to the side as it began to blow up with ‘congratulations’ and ‘finally’.
The two of you cuddled under the sheets as he played your favourite movie (he claimed it was his fav too 🙄)
Exhaustion overwhelmed your senses as you let sleep carry you.
Jungwon studied your features as he always did before snuggling up to you.
“I love you too.” he whispered.
THE END.
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Cabin Fever
Pairing: Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader
Summary: Joel saves your life, but help comes at a price.
Warnings: 18+. DEAD DOVE: DNE. NONCONSENSUAL. I’m never ever beating the insane bitch allegations, I fear. Protector-turned-pervert-turned-unwilling-captor-kinda. Corruption kink. Daddy kink. Somnophilia. Misogyny. “It’s too big; it won’t fit” + Joel “I’ll make it fit” Miller. Captivity on both ends. Oral (f!receiving). Gunplay. Oversimplified first-time anal. Uno Reverse Drugging. Evil, inexperienced reader meets evil, feral, slutty Joel. Attempted murder x3. Russian Roulette…as foreplay?
Notes: Both characters SUCK. I condone nothing they do. Please do not take any of their behavior or language to reflect my own moral predilections. That is all 🚬😵💫
You were hardly shaking at all when he’d found you chained, maimed, and frozen half to death on the plains.
He didn’t see that every day, that was for-fucking-sure.
Joel Miller barely got to see his share of happy, grinning girls on the cold and bitter frontier he inhabited. Ones that were tied to posts and clinging to life were even less common, so the sight of you there had almost frightened him at first. He’d approached you like one might advance upon a sleeping bear: with the utmost caution and a Winchester Model 70 levelled directly at your head.
He’d learned you were unarmed and defenseless in less than a second. He’d come to realize you were largely unconscious—and unclothed—even sooner than that.
He had been industrious in freeing your hands and feet from their restraints but never uttered a word as he did.
Even on the two-and-a-half mile trek back home, he hadn’t spoken once. You’d hung off his left shoulder like a pretty, frosted slab of meat, covered only with the sherpa blanket he’d secured around your neck, and dangled precariously down his back for the entire fifty minutes.
Your toes were two shades shy of onyx with frostbite.
Your limbs were hanging like lead over his chest.
A whisper of, ‘You’ll be fine, darlin’, I promise’ had just seemed ill-suited for the circumstances and his nature. In truth, Joel didn’t know if you’d be fine. You might die. The blood wouldn’t be on his hands one way or the other, but he never had liked burying bodies this time of year. He’d have to wait until April to break ground, at least.
Presently, he dropped your limp form to the floor of his cabin and hoped he wouldn’t be needing to bury anyone.
You sort of looked charming in the firelight.
He stomped off to the kitchen and began rifling for pans, preparing to defrost the icy stranger as best he could.
You didn’t die.
You didn’t wake for forty full hours, but you didn’t die.
When you stirred on the floor with warm sherpa around your shoulders and a rough calfskin rug under your ass, you thought you had died—maybe taken a pit stop in cowpoke purgatory while you were at it—but then you blinked. Breathed. Realized you were still very much inside your body and most likely still in Wyoming.
You sat up where you were and looked around.
“Da-a-d?”
You knew it was useless, calling for your father.
He had been dead almost eight months; you just wanted to double-check to make sure you were still on earth.
When dead dad didn’t answer, you tried someone else.
“Momma?”
Still no answer.
Figured, since she was among the ones that had left you chained outside in the first place. It’d been worth a shot.
You started to rise from your place, when a sharp pain in your side made you plop back down on the rug. You winced and lifted the blanket, then your old nightie.
A neat little taped-down bandage had your ribs encased in antiseptics and gauze. You frowned down at a stain in the centre, which looked to you an awful lot like blood. That circle of old fluids must’ve been twice the size of your fist and currently oozing tiny, fresh beads of blood from the strain you’d just exerted. You pursed your lips.
Least they could’ve done is kill me, not leave me here.
You’d take it up with your old would-be assassins another day, you were sure. Right now, you were parched, starving, in dire need of a piss, and reeling on the floor to grab hold of something sturdy to lift yourself. But you were as much a child then as you had ever been, swaying in place and clawing at air like someone who’d never kept their balance before. Or might’ve been drunk.
You rolled onto your good side and cast a sweeping look around the cabin. You smelled slow-cooked barbecue.
Thank fuck, you thought.
Now, if I were a juicy rack of ribs, where would I be?
The kitchen was dark and empty; the smell was coming from elsewhere. You craned your neck, tilted your chin, spotted a loft overhead but figured it wasn’t too likely to find someone grilling up there, so where the hell was it?
And who the hell was it, smoking meats and mending up strangers in the cold and lonely dead of winter like this?
You put a pin in that thought as you searched for a place to pee.
By the time you’d hobbled out of the bathroom, the smoky smell had grown even stronger. It was so pungent it bordered on vertiginous, invading every inch of the cabin with a force. Then it was leading you, teasing you by turns to venture outside. All you had on your feet were some oversized socks and two strips of medical tape.
Against your better judgment, you continued to hobble.
Out the door, down the steps, slowly, then following your nose and the first whiff of smoke you smelled to make it to the place you were almost certain you needed to be.
You trudged around a corner of the cabin’s exterior and stopped. Turned around. Cursed your own senses for being so stupid to miss the huge fucking shed spewing smoke out front—or was it the back?—and plodded on.
Your feet might have carried you a third of the way there before your powers of sight and sound eventually failed you again, and you missed another big something.
Big and beige and coated in snow—baring its teeth and snarling at the unfamiliar presence as soon as it saw you.
The next thing you knew, sixty-two pounds of Belgian Malinois had had you knocked to the ground in less than a second. You hardly understood what had hit you until it was barking and chomping away an inch from your face.
You fought hard and frantic to shove the ugly fucker off, but your bandaged hands were no match for its paws. The dog continued to tear at your blanket, nip at your ears, claw at your neck, and all around snuff out any sense of peace you might have acquired in the dozen-odd minutes since you’d first woken up. You screamed.
You yelled as loud as you could and felt yourself cower and sink lower into the snow as you fought.
Just when you tried to raise a knee—to kick the animal in the ribs or else protect your own—a sound broke out above the buzz.
A voice, clear as day:
“CUJO!”
The dog stalled on top of you a moment, just to be yanked off the next, and the closest thing afterward was a face—kinder than Cujo’s but not by very much.
It was a broad, bearded, pock-marked head with more soot to recommend itself than skin. Lips smeared with ash and grime and curved down in the single most decisive frown you’d seen in your life, the man looked to be beside himself seeing you tits up in the snow.
He gripped one arm of yours, then dropped it.
Picked a leg up, paused, then hauled you into a cradle carry as graceless as you’d ever felt it done before.
“Come!” he snapped, and it took you too long to realize that he was talking to the dog. You’d already wrapped your arms around his neck in abrupt complaisance.
He carried you back into the cabin and kicked the door open in front of you. He held you firm for a second, then, just as he had outside, changed course before you knew what to do and was shortly depositing you on the sofa.
You winced when your ass hit the cushion.
You started to sit, grab a pillow for your back or just bring your knees to your chest, when suddenly a palm was pressing flat on your front. Forcing you to lie down.
“Hey, hey!” you cried when the man started lifting the hem of your nightgown.
If he’d heard you at all, he didn’t show it. He just worked his thick, dirty fingers under the fabric and raised the white satin like he might the hood of a car. He frowned.
It was then that you noticed a blooming red splotch on your side, slowly overtaking the terra-cotta color of dried blood on the bandage and spreading out. Then a pain.
Instead of pushing the man’s hands away, you were holding them tight, wrestling that same touch which was trying to keep you from poking around the area now.
“Quit,” the man said, sedate as could be.
“Hurts,” was all you could think to tell him—and you guessed he’d already had that part down by the outpouring of blood. He shoved your hands off.
The brand new crimson hue had already soaked through the bandage. He pulled it off. You caught a glimpse of a wound that seemed to be weeping through its stitches—oozing pus and blood and a gore you could’ve gone your whole life without seeing. You would’ve liked to run a couple gentle, awed fingers over it, but as it was, your coarse and tight-lipped medic wouldn’t let you.
“Hold still,” he commanded.
“Heystopstopstop!” you implored him, feeling a streak of pain up your side as his calloused hands delved deeper.
At your latest flinch and plea, the man seemed to have had enough. Or just needed to angle your body in a different direction for easier access to the site. He gathered you back up in his arms and walked over to the kitchen, where he set you down again on the counter. Hands moved to your hips, briefly, to push you back on the surface and allow him to stand between your legs. Again, the man frowned as he peeled off your pyjamas.
Two warring fears of pain and overexposure fought like wild beasts in your brain for a second—you yelping and trying to cover your breasts in a hurry, then realizing how much it hurt to lift your arms that way when your ribs were dripping blood, then the man making the decision for you both as he pushed your hands behind your back and said a simple ‘Fuck’s sake’ to keep you pinned.
You didn’t like it.
You didn’t like it, and you let him continue, because you knew that you didn’t know shit about doing this yourself.
Joel must’ve fixed your dressings fourteen times before turning you loose. He’d had you perched atop his counter like goddamned Prisoner-of-War Barbie, all riddled with bumps, bruises, and lesions galore, looked your body up and down just once, and nearly grew sick at the sight.
He’d disgusted himself by feeling as aroused as he was.
Shortly thereafter, he’d toted you off—before the blood could rush down to his dick and start to swell—shrugged your gown over your torso, and stepped away. Simple.
Then you’d had to go and throw a wrench in his plans.
“What if I need to pee?” you’d said as soon as Joel started up the stairs with you in his arms again.
He had meant to drop you off on the bed in the loft, out of sight, but it seemed you were more concerned about the prospect of traversing the steps up and down for potty breaks. Joel had audibly huffed above you.
“I can leave a bucket.”
“Yu-uck.” The latter word had been given two syllables to show the full extent of your disgust, like a child might do.
And that was how you’d ended up here: snug in his bed on the ground floor, curled up in more layers of flannel and wool than you could count and staring blankly up at the man who was standing cold and aloof off to the side.
Your eyelids were growing heavy with sleep.
He figured they would be.
Joel picked up the glass that sat beside your empty one on the nightstand and drank, watching you all the while.
“D’you know my momma?” you asked, voice sounding extra small coming from the depths of your cocoon.
Joel finished his drink in four big gulps.
“Sure hope not,” he said once he’d set it back down.
By the sight of the scars he’d found littering your hands and back alone, Joel was able to surmise you’d come from a pretty rough, ragtag group. Maybe even Raiders. Knowing folks like that simply never struck one’s fancy, so he’d been honest. You might’ve argued, or laughed, if you hadn’t been nabbed so tightly in the grips of those first stages preceding sleep, so instead, you nodded.
“Figured,” you mumbled.
7:11, Joel read on the clock. You’d finished your drink at seven, or somewhere thereabouts. Judging by your size, it wouldn’t take long at all for the medicine to take effect.
‘Medicine,’ Joel thought, sounded a whole hell of a lot better than ‘drugs.’ One was meant to rehabilitate, rejuvenate, bring new life to your worn and weary bones. The other would just knock you cold and keep you there.
On second thought, those were definitely drugs Joel had just slipped in your water before giving it to you to drink.
As your eyes blinked from closed, to open, to closed, then open but slightly less open than the time before, and closed again, he felt a sick sense of accomplishment twist in his gut. If only his former-nurse friend could have seen what he was doing with those morphine sulfate tablets he’d traded for—he likely would’ve slapped Joel across the face. And Joel would’ve smiled all the same.
Yeah, okay, drugging the unsuspecting and defenseless female he’d just saved from death’s doorstep two days ago didn’t look great on paper, he would fully concede.
But this was all in good fun.
Great fun, even.
For him.
“Sick fuck,” Joel muttered as he started to undo his belt. The button and zip were taken apart just as fast, and with two steps, he was standing at your bedside—his bedside—and tugging his trousers down his legs. He took his cock in his hand and glanced over at the clock.
7:15.
He nudged your shoulder.
7:16.
Peeling layers of blanket away from your body.
7:17.
“Hey…honey?”
A lot more nothing from the girl sleeping in front of him. He shrugged his jeans to the floor, kicked them off at his feet, and moved onto the bed. You just looked so sweet.
Joel tried working around the fabric of his boxers but got impatient pretty quick. He hauled those off, too.
Soon, his beefy, bare, and surprisingly tan legs were bracketing your hips as he stroked himself above you. His eyes roamed the lax and tranquil features undeniably characteristic of sleep, and he pumped himself faster. Really, there was no need for theatrics or enhancements now—he was already hard as three tonnes of steel—but Joel would be lying if he said he didn’t like the build-up.
You were no longer in danger of dying, thanks to him. You were slowly but surely on the mend, no thanks to Cujo at all, but many thanks to him, Joel Miller, the man who had pried you off of that post, pulled you out of your chains, ushered warmth back into your limbs, and stitched up your side out of the goodness of his heart.
Any objective onlooker could see that you’d availed yourself of his medical attention and aid without ever asking, so why should he request access to you now? This was the way of the world these days, anyway. Sex was no longer so much a question as it was an answer in most scenarios—a mere transaction, wherein the physically weaker of two parties was forced to capitulate. Not within the four unsullied walls of Jackson and a few other pockets of homestead communities here and there, but on the whole, absolutely. Jackson was down the road a ways away and sufficiently far enough from Joel’s cabin for him to be disentangled from their rules. What mattered now was obtaining what he was owed.
Still, the man hesitated a half-second longer above you. He jerked his cock even faster and felt his stomach start to clench. Was that? No—nerves were fucking juvenile. Getting close to cumming from just the sight of you alone was for chumps. Joel Miller was no chump.
He lifted your nightie and lowered the head of his cock to rest between your folds. Then he shifted his knees so that he could rub himself gently against your warmth.
Joel Miller was a monster, but he was no brute. He also understood female anatomy well enough to know that, well…wetter was better. He started moving his hips.
You exhaled through your nose. Nothing major; you probably hadn’t even felt him long enough to whine.
Joel planted a hand beside your head—a preemptive warning.
“There…” He liked to talk as though you could hear him. Like you might be semi-conscious and dimly aware of what he was doing to you then, “Right there…ah, baby.”
He never did catch your name.
That was no matter. So long as you stayed put and made a nice, wet, pretty little hole for him to fuck, you would be fine. By the feel of your folds alone, he could tell you’d be a fun thing to use. Soft and snug and plied with drugs, you could do, and be, anything he damn well needed.
Or maybe nothing at all, he thought without humor.
Joel brushed your cheek with the knuckles of his free hand and watched you turn away, making a face. He snagged your chin and tilted it back to him, sharply, before gliding those fingers down your chest, then your tummy, then your hips, then dipping between your legs. He found your clit and pressed it with a deliberate touch.
“Hey,” Joel whispered, again, as though you might hear, “You’re gonna stay still and let me do this.”
Your nose scrunched in response, thighs clamping together. Joel pried them apart with one push and continued sliding his cock back and forth. He grunted.
“Gonna let me take what’s mine, hear?”
You didn’t hear much of anything, he suspected, but he asked the question all the same. At least now your legs were staying open and he could rut himself gently into that space without having to keep them spread. A first, gentle ‘mmph’ sounded from your lips, and he was glad. He kept thumbing that spot he knew you would like and rubbing along the seam of your cunt with his erection.
Then Joel felt a weight on his shoulders. Remorse? No. Anxiety? Perhaps. This felt more like a fog, though, seizing his muscles and seeping gently between the grooves of his brain. He gave his head a fierce shake.
“Hold still,” he said, more to himself; you hadn’t moved.
Joel fisted the base of his cock and angled the tip toward your entrance, caring much less whether you were ready or not now that his desires had grown stronger.
He was met with resistance on trying to push in. He dug his fingers in the pillow beneath your head and scowled.
“Quit…clenchin’…like that. Ain’t…fair to me,” he huffed.
He was one to talk.
Now, he’d been with a staggering number of women, experiences ranging all across the spectrum, but even the tightest, most untouched pieces of ass he’d ever tapped had given way more than this. Your walls were unyielding, refusing to give him entry. Joel cursed and rutted his hips in a rough, entirely unsuccessful, thrust.
You hummed in response, eyes still closed, one hand fumbling mindlessly for something to hold. Joel seized it.
“Not lettin’ you off that easy, darlin’, I—”
“Fuck,” you breathed, followed by a low whimper.
Joel froze. Had you heard him? Felt him just now?
Something about the uncertainty laden in those questions sent his mind into overdrive, heart beating a wild cadence in his chest. He realized then that his mouth had gone dry, his vision was skewed just slightly on the outskirts. And his cock was throbbing.
“Ya like that?” Joel seethed, not thinking, still rubbing, “Like givin’ daddy a hard time before lettin’ him in?”
“Uh-huh.” Softly.
You little slut. He knew it all along.
Whatever it was that kept your body from being coupled with his was almost immaterial to him now. Joel’s mind was swimming with desire, cock dragging in desperate, fitful bursts between your legs, never penetrating but still wringing massive jolts of pleasure from that place.
With the way he was feeling now, Joel could cum from just fucking your thighs. And that was alright.
You were moaning underneath him. Even…smiling?
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty.”
Joel had never called a girl pretty before and meant it. But he hardly knew how else to describe you now with how good and sweet and fine you were making him feel. A strange warmth sank into his chest, making it harder to breathe, and then he was panting above you, as if he were really inside that dripping wet spot. He was close.
“Such a pretty…sweet…fuckin’ thing for me.”
That red, raging, leaky cock of his was almost a blur between your legs, he was thrusting against you so fast. Joel thought for one frightening second that it might be his skull that would explode instead, so high was that pressure between his ears, but his fears were promptly put to rest as the first rope of cum came stuttering out. Then another. Then another. Then another.
By the time he finished, he could’ve sworn he’d left a hundred spurts on your tummy. When Joel glanced down and saw a sea of opaque, sticky white, he groaned.
Then he fell. Fully collapsed at your side with his brain in a tizzy of wild, heady feelings and sank into himself.
He hadn’t even fucked you, and he felt like he had.
He lifted a hand to wipe away his spend, but he couldn’t.
He would get to it in the morning, before you stirred, he thought. He thought. He didn’t have the chance to think much longer at all, as darkness started hedging him in.
He slept.
It was 7:57 when he woke.
The man had no real way of knowing that, though, seeing as he was greeted with a nickel-plated revolver between his teeth the second he opened his eyes.
You were straddling his torso, gun pinched between two calm, bandaged hands. You frowned when he jumped.
“WH—” he started.
“Shut up.”
“ST—”
“I said shut,” you cocked the gun, holding it tighter, then shoving it even further inside his mouth, “the fuck. up.”
The man obeyed.
‘Joel M.’—you’d read the name etched on the butt of his pistol before picking it up some twenty minutes ago.
“Pretty fuckin’ thing,” you mocked the man’s Texan drawl as you wiggled the barrel even deeper along his tongue, “Like givin’ daddy a hard time before lettin’ him in?”
The man’s eyes widened.
How dumb did he think you were?
Offering a semi-clear liquid that should’ve been water; he hadn’t even waited for the morphine tablet to fully dissolve before handing it over to you. Fucking idiot.
You were more disturbed by the fact he’d thought you stupid enough not to notice than him actually trying to drug you. The latter was almost to be expected from predatory, execrable men like him, but the insult to your intelligence? Unacceptable. You’d remedied that affront fairly quickly, though, swapping his glass with yours the second he hadn’t been looking, then nestling into his bed and playing pretend for what had felt like an eternity.
You’d been awake the whole time the man touched you, not knowing what the hell was going on but feeling like you had to stay still. Let him finish. Out of fear, at first, then curiosity, then some strange and unfamiliar sensation that you couldn’t quite describe as anything but a pleasurable itch between your legs. You let the man continue, hearing him grunt and groan and swear up a storm before he shot something hot all over your tummy. By the end of it all, you knew it was wrong, and you knew it was dirty—though you weren’t sure exactly what it was that he had done—but you wanted to learn more.
Which was probably why you hadn’t just shot the old pervert right between his eyes the second he’d stirred.
You shifted atop this ‘Joel M.’ and frowned once more.
“Why’d you stop?”
Gun still wedged in his mouth, Joel’s voice sounded garbled as he spoke, “Wha-agh-at?”
You retracted the metal just long enough to pose the question again. When you had, he still looked stunned.
“Answer me,” you barked, and feeling your patience lapse, got straight to pistol-whipping the motherfucker upside his half-grey head, “You DUMB, or somethin’?”
The man sputtered again.
“No, no— I don’t— dunno what you mean.”
He sounded dumb. You would need to spell this out.
“Why did you stop rubbing me like that?”
If anything, the clarification only seemed to baffle him further. He opened his taut, bearded mouth, then closed it, then eyed you up and down with a look that said he was considering something. Then he stared at one spot.
You glanced down at it too.
“And what is this, anyway?” you asked, swiping one finger at the mostly dried moisture on your stomach, “Why’d you spit this stuff up all over me, huh?!”
“I ain’t—”
You raised the gun as if to hit him again. He jolted back.
“I didn’t mean— shit. Shit, I just…came on you, ‘s’all.”
“Came?”
The word hung in the air like a grenade, waiting. Mr. M was already bracing himself for the impact, it seemed.
“Came?!”
That bracing served him well, because in the next second you were lifting the weapon even higher and eyeing him with the most pointed, putrid look of disdain. You’d never been one for letting grenades go untouched.
“Ejaculated!” Joel hissed, lifting a hand to shield himself, “Felt— felt so good I just couldn’t stop and I-I-I came.”
You paused.
Came. Felt good. Couldn’t stop.
You had felt good when he’d rubbed you. You had not wanted him to stop. But then he had. And you were mad. You’d never been touched that way in your life, and now you were feeling fifteen hundred emotions at once.
Were you supposed to ‘come,’ too? Why did he stop?
“Why didn’t you let me…ejaculate, too?” The words felt foreign and strange on your tongue.
For the first time, you saw one side of Joel’s lips twitch. Evidently fighting the urge to turn them into a smile.
“Girls don’t really…do that,” he said. Then, after a beat, “Why? Ain’t ever had your pussy rubbed on by a man?”
You shortly landed the blow you’d been holding over his head, splitting the skin along his brow with one hit from the butt of his gun. Joel jumped again, then moaned.
“Crazy bitch!”
“Creepy fuck.”
Your eyes narrowed with loathing, unable to comprehend how a man so vile had just made you feel so good. Your stomach was twisting in knots while Joel rubbed his forehead, pawing helplessly at the gash you’d just left.
“I saved your life,” he grumbled, low, “You owed me.”
“Did I?”
Abruptly, and without really thinking, you were sinking the muzzle of the gun into the spot you’d just cut, mouth kicking up in a smile at the sounds of pain it elicited.
“Did I, Joel?” you cooed.
“How the— the fuck do you know my name?”
Momentarily, you yanked the revolver from his face and tilted it to show him his name carved into the bottom.
“What’s the ‘M’ stand for? ‘Molester’?”
“Means ‘mind’ your fucking business,” he spat.
You probably would’ve hit him again had it not seemed as though he were trying to sit up just then. You slid swiftly from his frame—just to take a step off the bed, gun still pointed at his head. Then you backed away.
One by one, rapidly, you unloaded the bullets from the cylinder, maintaining a safe distance from the man all the while. You watched him blink and try to get some thing from his eyes, but he didn’t seem keen to move.
You left just one live round inside. You made a point to spin the cylinder and, again, aim it straight at his head.
The man was blinking even harder. Rubbing now, too.
“I feel…” Joel murmured.
“Drugged?” you returned, “Yeah, that must suck.”
A set of wide, irate, and horrified eyes met yours. His mouth hung open in a stupid look of shock. Trying to piece the last bits of this fucked up jigsaw puzzle together and growing angrier by the second.
“You fuckin’—”
Joel’s words were cut short by the weight of your body barreling back over his. Graceless, you imagined, but still nothing close to something you cared about now. You planted your knees on either side of his ribs and grazed the tip of the six-shooter down the length of his nose.
“Tell me,” you said, “How’d you make it feel so good?”
Your hips twisted for effect, jostling the man’s own parts beneath yours and clearly causing some effect in him. The muscles in his jaw jumped up as he gritted his teeth.
“You know damn well, slut,” Joel griped.
Without another thought, you squeezed the trigger.
Click.
The man’s whole body lurched underneath you. Trembling with the realization that you’d left just one lone bullet for him—and he didn’t know which chamber.
As far as foreplay went, Russian Roulette was probably a first, even for a man as wanton and depraved as Joel. You smiled sweetly and made another gyration with your lower half, which prompted him to grip you. Tight.
“What? Ya want me to fuck you, is that it?” he growled.
“I thought it wouldn’t fit.”
“I’ll make it fit.”
“How?”
Try as you might to conceal it, your gaze likely betrayed a hint of sincerity as you made that last inquiry. Joel’s eyes flickered between yours, searching for something there, and just when those glossy brown irises had found it, they stopped. Blinked. He shook his head, incredulous.
“My mind ain’t…right,” he said, slowly, “But I— I know you know what I mean by that, sweet pea.”
Something in your tummy fluttered at the sound. You gripped the pistol tighter to get rid of the feeling.
“I don’t,” you answered.
Again, Joel was stumped. For the first time, though, there appeared to be some sympathy behind his eyes. Or stupidity. Or just a shit ton of morphine coursing through his veins as he tried to make sense of this situation.
As if to confirm an idea in his drug-addled brain, he lowered a hand between your legs and hovered there a second. He watched you; you watched back but didn’t move.
Then slowly, almost clinically, Joel slipped two fingers underneath you and found a soft, pulsing warmth—far wetter than the last time he’d touched down there. When he pulled his hand away, both fingers and half of his palm were glistening with a fluid. You let out a startled cry at the sight of it and nearly dropped your gun.
“What is that?!”
Joel looked to you, equally awed—for different reasons.
“What do you mean?”
“Why’s it all…sticky?”
You couldn’t even try to hide your horror at the thought of that weird, syrupy stuff leaking out of you. It was strange enough feeling it come out of a freak like Joel, but from your own body? He had to be fucking joking.
“It’s normal.”
“Like hell it is— you— STOP!” The last fragment of your sentence was swallowed by a scream, leaping back when Joel moved his fingers toward your face.
“What? You’ve never seen this?” He sounded like he was teasing. You could shoot him for how smug he sounded.
In very small amounts, you’d seen stuff. Blood every month. Bits and pieces of bodily secretions that, to you, had always seemed gross. But never this. Never big, sticky globs of…whatever the fuck this was. You continued to back away on the bed, gun still tipped toward Joel but now trying to put some distance between your bodies. You didn’t know how else to act.
You did know you wanted to scream when Joel stuck his fingers in his mouth. Bile might’ve jumped in your throat.
He sucked the dew clean off the digits, then wriggled them to show what he’d done. You felt the urge to vomit.
“That came from— from— why are you eating it?!”
Joel grinned. Big.
You weren’t sure why, but he looked psyched to be alive in that moment, and not just because of the narcotics.
Before you knew what was happening, he’d pushed you flat on your back, hips pinned underneath his hands as he moved over your body. He didn’t even try for the gun.
“And here I was thinkin’ you were just fuckin’ with me,” he chuckled, palms sliding under your nightdress. When you felt the residuum of wetness from his spit and your slick stuck together on his fingers, you wanted to squeal.
But you didn’t. You tried propping yourself up on elbows until Joel was sliding your one and only article of clothing over your head, then beckoning you down on the bed in front of him. You watched his gaze flit down to your side.
“Still hurt?” he murmured, tracing over the bandage.
You shook your head no, though it did, a little. At the moment, it seemed the pain was the furthest thing from your mind as you saw Joel slide down your body and try to take up residence between your thighs—with his face planted right there. You kicked his shoulder in protest.
“Quit!” you cried, pulling your legs up to your chest.
“You quit,” Joel returned, yanking them back.
Then you felt you had no choice but to brandish the gun, taking the thing between two palms while you pointed it again—as if he needed the reminder.
“Fine. Why don’t you keep that thing aimed at my head while I give you some?” he muttered. The subsequent ‘See if I give a shit’ was silent.
“Give me some what?”
“Head.”
Head. You’d never heard something phrased that way. Joel’s head was down there, sure, practically grinning from ear to ear as he hooked your legs over his shoulders, but certainly he didn’t mean to do a thing as drastic and dirty as—
“JOEL!”
“Hm?” His voice was muffled by your thighs.
You tried to shy away, but he held you down.
“Joel, I— I pee out of there,” you hissed, “Why the fuck would you wanna put your mouth on that?”
As if your groans of disgust and vehement attempts to get away weren’t enough to deter him, you watched Joel’s tongue dart between his lips and down to yours. The sick fuck was actually licking your folds, tracing the tip across that warm, sticky place and moaning into your skin. Holding you tighter when you pleaded for him to stop. Then, with the hand that wasn’t prying your legs apart, he reached down and started stroking his cock.
Again, it felt dirty and wrong. Beyond the fact that this man was a perfect stranger and easily decades your senior, you were repulsed by the sight of his lips and his tongue and his spit mixing up in that messy, wet place you still didn’t quite understand yourself. You didn’t know much about your body, but it had never once occurred to you to be kissed down there. Joel was roaming every contour and crevice with his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he liked it.
“I hate it,” you whined, feebly.
You knew you could’ve easily blown the man’s brains out, but some small part of you was still plagued by curiosity. ‘Hate’ was just the first word that came to mind when you were faced with something that made you scared.
“It’s weird,” you tried again. This time pressing the gun to the top of his bobbing head while you grit your teeth, “And wrong.”
At that, Joel stopped.
His eyes flickered to yours, all glass-like and hooded.
“Why? Practically lickin’ ya clean here,” he said, starting to grin to himself as his words came slightly slurred, “There’s nothin’ wrong about this, sweet pea.”
You felt something flutter between you. He felt it, too.
“Like when I call ya that? ‘Sweet pea’?” he said, pausing to flick his tongue over the spot that had just stirred at his words. He watched you fight back a whimper.
“No,” you choked. You pinched your eyes shut, unsure whether it was pleasure or pure revulsion overtaking you—or both.
Suddenly, you felt Joel’s hand smooth over your thigh, still warm from when he’d been stroking himself below. He placed an affectionate kiss to your belly and grinned.
“Is that what this is? Feel guilty about feelin’ this good?” he murmured, “Think it’s…dirty, what we’re doin’?”
At length, and just barely visible to him, you nodded.
“It is dirty,” you corrected him quietly.
Then you saw that stupid pseudo-sympathetic smirk tug at the corners of his lips, and just when you thought he might nudge his way back up your body—to do what, you weren’t sure—he sank between your legs. This time, he made sure to hold your gaze as he re-assumed the position. His palm continued to rub at your thigh, as if to distract you from the rough brush of his stubble or the fact that his mouth was hovering so dangerously close.
“Sweet pea,” he rasped, “Ain’t nothin’ dirty about this.”
As if to punctuate his words, Joel dragged his lips down your slit to press a kiss to your centre, eyes never leaving yours.
“Not here…”
He pointed with his tongue, moving it deftly between your folds. You gripped the sheets, trying to ignore the pleasure that the simple act wrought through your body.
“Not here.”
He kissed your clit. You squeezed even tighter.
“Not on my tongue, on my fingers, anywhere, y’hear?”
You were about to answer—maybe tell him he was supremely full of shit, then flash the gun in his face—when Joel shifted onto his knees on the bed. He moved slowly and as calm as he ever had, motions languid while his mind was likely steeped in the morphine by now. He snagged one of your ankles. He slid his hand up the back of your calf and tugged you down to the edge of the bed. Then he stood up, right between your legs. The warmth radiating from his bare lower half was immediate, almost suffocating from where you lay. You didn’t like it at all.
You refused to meet his gaze, grip tightening on the gun.
“Joel…”
When that warmth at your front shifted inward, though, you hardly had a say in what your reflexes did or didn’t do. You jumped when you felt the head of his dick slip past your pulsing core, closer to the other hole below it.
“Not here, either,” Joel continued, grin still evident from his tone.
Before you could even think to ask what he meant to do ‘here,’ Joel moved one of your legs up, tilting your hips, and pushed ahead with just the tip of his cock. Not breaching it fully, but nudging—prodding at that hole.
For the first time, you let out a moan.
You hastily clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle it.
“Aw, honey,” Joel murmured, “Did that feel good?”
His words reeked of condescension. You scowled at the ceiling.
“No.”
You felt him push a little further—this time making the head of his dick notch into that tight ring of muscles.
No, the word rang through your skull once more. Your curiosity was shortly supplanted by disgust—how the fuck could you let this creepy old man, this stranger, press into you like that? Talk to you like you were dumb? You seized hold of Joel’s pistol with both hands and aimed directly for his chest.
“Stop doing that,” you growled. When the man’s grip on your leg only tightened and you couldn’t writhe away, you lifted the other and tried kicking him in the gut. Of course, Joel caught your foot midair, and it never landed.
“Just givin’ ya options, darlin’,” he said, easy-going. Not seeming to care about the firearm pointed his way.
Fuck it.
You squeezed the trigger again.
Empty chamber.
If Joel flinched, you didn’t see it. He did, however, knock the gun right out of your hand the next second, sending it tumbling with an unceremonious thump on the bed behind you. You tried to leap back for it, but your arm was quickly pinned. Joel cocked one silver-flecked brow.
“You done?” he asked, almost bored.
Your last—and only—leverage taken away from you, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger. And desperation.
“I don’t wanna do this,” you cried, trying to squirm away.
Joel didn’t move his cock, but he did hold you still. Blinking with indifference and a fair bit of drug-induced dissociation, it seemed, from the far-away look in his eyes. He pushed both of your legs so they were folded up to your chest, and ignored your whimpers when he did. At length, he pulled out just enough to smear some of your wetness down to the hole he was trying to fuck.
“You want this,” he countered gently.
“I DON’T!”
Joel continued as though he hadn’t heard you, and moments later, you sensed another slick something pooling against you. From your position beneath him, you could see a bead of spit slip from Joel’s mouth and stretch into a thin, glistening string all the way down to the space between your thighs. You watched him rub the saliva in with his fingers, almost meticulous as he did it.
Then he eased his hips forward an inch, wedging himself back in your ass. He groaned when he felt resistance—and a sharp clench of your muscles.
“I can teach ya…show ya everything…there is to know.”
His words somehow made it out through ragged breaths. That broad, tan chest was heaving with every labored pull of his lungs, and you could tell he was feeling good.
You might’ve been able to say the same for yourself, were your mind not singly occupied by the desire to escape. Still at war with yourself, wondering how it would feel or what you might see that first time, all the while despising the man who seemed hell-bent on forcing it.
He might’ve saved your life, but there was no fucking way he’d get to use you like that and stay breathing.
You were raised better than that.
You could do better than anything this man had to offer.
You resolved to kill him as soon as the drugs knocked him out—just like you’d had planned from the second you woke up on the floor of his cabin that afternoon.
Of course being chained, maimed, and frozen half to death on the plains for some well-meaning stranger to find you had always been part of your mother’s—and the rest of the Raiders’—grand plan. Having this stupid, horny sap take you into his home with the hope of claiming you as his own was just the icing on top.
Now you had a reason to kill Joel and steal all his shit.
At present, he fed another inch of himself inside you and grinned when you let out a startled cry.
“Atta girl,” he said, smirking, “Feelin’ okay?”
“Fuck you.”
“Will do.”
Then, as if to prove a point, he bottomed out, sheathing his cock to the hilt in spite of your cries. Your hands fisted the sheets, and you tried to pull off. It didn’t work.
In fact, all it accomplished was giving Joel more room to thrust back into you. And pull out. And shove back in. The snap of his hips was like cruel and excruciating clockwork, completely unhindered by your words or your gestures or your pleas to stop fucking doing that Joel, it fucking hurts! If anything, the sounds of your censure only got him harder, and with it, made it that much easier to fuck you rougher. His eyes shone with pride.
“What’s’at, sweet pea?” he hummed, strokes coming into a steady pace.
“It’s too…big…doesn’t fit,” you whimpered.
In response, Joel glanced down to see the spot where your bodies were joined. He pushed even deeper.
“Yeah?” he said when you yelped, “I think it fits just fine.”
Motherfucker, you wanted to wail, but then your neck craned sideways—your mouth trying to find purchase in anything you might grit between your teeth—and the only thing that escaped your throat was a sob. You tried burying your face in the comforter, only for Joel to yank it back.
Cupping your chin and pinching both your cheeks in a single, punishing squeeze as he continued to fuck you, “What’s the matter, darlin’? Too much?”
You groaned and clenched your jaw, head jerking away.
Per usual, Joel was undeterred. Even smiled.
“My pretty girl need somethin’a bite, huh?” he hummed.
He probably knew you wouldn’t nod, so he went ahead and decided to oblige that one need he saw anyway. Snagging your nightie, Joel raised a hand to your face and proceeded to push the fabric inside your mouth.
Just as he started to lift his hips to deliver another thrust, he had to stop. A sudden, sharp ‘FUCK!’ left his mouth, then a groan, and his hand retreated fast.
You’d bitten him.
You were grinning just a little, and you’d bitten him.
Joel promptly slapped you across the face. If you weren’t so fucking amused by the sight of his bright red fingers, you just might’ve winced. Instead, the smile stayed on your lips, the slap barely registered, and, to your utmost disbelief, something else had just then started to form.
Pleasure, in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuckin’—” Joel snarled.
“Shit,” you finished, eyes rolling back.
You couldn’t help it. Joel was rutting into you relentlessly. That brief hand bite detour had only stoked the flames of his hatred—and arousal—and now he was practically splitting you in half with the force of his thrusts. He slapped you once more for good measure.
“Oh, that you fuckin’ like?” he seethed, cheeks flushed, “Can’t get off with my…tongue on your cunt, but a slap— and my cock buried deep in your ass gets the job done?”
“Uh-huh,” you answered softly. Mindlessly.
Really, there were no two people more fucked up than you in this moment, you thought. Joel growing harder with each desperate objection of yours, you going all soft and hot and bothered the second he slapped your face and fucked you rougher, and together, the two of you letting out grunts and moans of pleasure while the bed shook like an earthquake just shy of a 9.5 on the Richter scale. Were you not already planning to slit the man’s throat after all of this was over, you just might’ve wanted to marry this Joel M for how wonderfully he fucked you.
You let him know as much when you seized his forearms.
Bouncing into his thrusts, you bit your lip and finally met his gaze. Joel’s eyes were trained in somewhat of a daze, pupils all but swallowing his irises as he fucked you.
“Like being daddy’s little cocksleeve, huh?”
Only the sentence was slurred so bad you could scarcely make out half the words. You nodded just the same.
“Like it when he fucks you in the ass?” Joel panted.
You nodded again.
That pleasure in your belly had worked its way up to a full swell—and whatever it was, you couldn’t bear the thought of losing it now. You gripped Joel’s arms even harder as his chest swayed into you, then sank further and further until your fronts were pressed flush to each other and your ankles were hooked tight around his back.
It almost felt intimate. That coarse, weathered, sweat-coated face spattered with patches of grey seemed to you nearly handsome as his lips hung limply in an ‘o.’
Joel’s cock dragged back and forth between your walls at this new, snug angle, and moans fell out of you both.
“Baby.” His voice was hoarse. Strained.
You couldn’t quite make sense of the expression above you, but there was an unmistakable, muted desperation lurking somewhere beneath it. Joel rutted into you quicker, balls leaving rapid smacks against your ass with every thrust. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were making fists in the sheets on either side of your head.
“Joel—”
“Jus’ lemme use you.”
Words so low they were barely audible as he panted.
“But—”
“Daddy’s…almost done, sweet pea. Just take it.”
You were surprised he’d had it within himself to be so soft. A peculiar sort of haze hung over his face, the pace of his hips picked up even more, and suddenly those plush pink lips were hovering a mere hair’s breadth away from yours. Mumbling. Rambling on and on about how wet you were, how perfect you fit him, how nice and sweet and tight your body felt as he fucked you stupid.
That sensation in your own stomach grew even stronger.
Unsure of what to do, you pressed a palm to his chest.
“Joel, I…I feel funny,” you whispered.
Joel hummed. Didn’t slow.
“I know.”
He knew?
“What’s it—ah, fuck.” Your words broke off in a whimper.
Instead of proffering a verbal response, Joel just slipped a touch between your bodies—thumbing sloppily between your folds to earn a couple more high-pitched moans. Your legs tightened around his middle.
“Joel, s-stop!”
It felt so good it almost hurt. He didn’t stop.
“S’just an orgasm, baby,” Joel panted, “You’re okay.”
And, in spite of his own impending climax and the effect of the drugs likely reaching a fever pitch inside him, Joel managed to slide his other hand beneath the back of your head. Cradled you to him while he fucked you into the bed and made you come unraveled with his touch. You tried to writhe away, but he was used to the drill by now—he just fucked you harder and rubbed you faster.
Whatever he wanted would come soon. You doubted there was anything you could do to stop it, but you tried.
Without thinking, you grabbed hold of the damp locks of hair at the nape of his neck and yanked on them hard.
“Joel, I can’t— I can’t,” you keened.
The hand at the back of your head held you firm.
“You can,” Joel returned, tough but surprisingly calm, “Give it to daddy, ‘s’all ya gotta do.”
What exactly ‘it’ was was still unclear. You just knew you felt good and warm and full—about ready to burst. When you felt tempted to give his hair another tug, Joel’s eyes met yours, and they were soft. Insistent, still, but soft.
Dilated as all hell and probably swimming in clouds of a delirious, bleary haze, but always soft. Almost tender.
“Be a good girl and give it to daddy,” Joel slurred, slow, “C’mon, sweet pea…cum for daddy, please.”
For the first time in that short, rough, utterly deranged time you had known this man, he was begging you. Pleading with you, now, as his body grew overwrought with pleasure and just needed release. You needed it, too, not even knowing how you would get it, but the force of his thrusts, the warmth of his body, the look in those warm, bare, powerless eyes—you fucking loved whatever it was that could make a man like that so weak.
You had to strike while the iron was hot. You slid back.
Joel didn’t notice, too focused on your face and the feel of your body to see when you’d reached for the gun.
Just as you took hold of it, a jolt of pleasure tore through you. Your heels dug into his back, and you nearly lost control of the pistol. Joel groaned in your mouth, begged you once again to cum all over this cock, make a fuckin’ mess of it, baby, please, and you could only whine, grip the metal tighter, and raise it slowly to the side of his head while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
The peak of your pleasure had come into view. You felt it.
You nudged the muzzle through those soft, slick, salt-and-pepper shaded tufts of hair near the edge of his temple right when the first throes of euphoria seized you.
“FUCK!”
You squeezed the trigger.
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A WELCOMED INTERRUPTION !
ෆ sypnosis. shiu kong catches toji and you in the living room. toji decides to invite shiu into the fun and he agrees after some deep thinking.
ෆ note. this is a part two to this post ! make sure to read that one first. &&i’m happy u all enjoyed the first part ehhh.. i tried my best w this one too, enjoy. also not entirely proof read so excuse the possible mistakes. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !
ෆ tags. dom!toji (+shiu) x female reader. three some, blowjob, breast play, objectification, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), cum play, free use, dacryphilia, creampies, male masturbation, voyeurism-ish, multiple orgasms, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, doggy style, breeding mention. toji’s mean, shiu a bit less.
“fine, but we have ten minutes.”
shiu kong crosses the room in a couple strides, hands skilfully removing piece after piece of his clothing until he was left in nothing. you couldn’t quite figure out the unreadable expression on shiu’s face once he came close enough to toji and you on the leather couch.
it was impossible to do so through your tears. plus, due to the man on top of your body guiding your head back to look him in the eyes.
“just because he’s joining doesn’t mean y’re allowed to take those eyes off of me.” if toji wasn’t just a fling, you could’ve sworn that those words were said out of jealousy or possessiveness. even if he was the one who suggested the threesome in the first place.
toji hisses and grunts as he pulls all the way out of you before slamming back in twice as hard. your screams of pleasure were like music to his ear. and not only to toji’s ears; shiu was having a hard time holding his usual calm self together every time he hears your sensual moans.
“shit..” shiu curses under his breath, his demeanour slowly falling apart because of the sight in front of him. but, also because he secretly desires to be the one getting those reactions out of your mouth, “she’s quite noisy, eh?”
toji laughs a bit; a mean (almost condescending) laugh, “yeah— maybe we can see which one of us can make her even noiser, whadd’ya think?”
“..or ya can just make her shut up by stuffing that mouth full. your choice.”
your hands were trembling as they try to hold onto any solid object you could spot out of your peripheral vision. your tears withheld you from seeing toji’s agent masturbating; shiu’s rough hand was swiftly gliding up and down on his cock—coating it with his own pre-cum. if it wasn’t for his desire to dump his cum in any of your holes, he’d have released it all over his own hand already.
“i think i’ll put that mouth of hers to use.” shiu had lost the internal battle of keeping himself together as he walked closer to you, standing near your head and gently tapping the tip of his cock on your plump lips, “you know, toji’s told me you’re good at sucking men off and i’ve always wanted to test that claim myself.”
your eyes slightly widen in response, unable to comprehend anything in this situation you got yourself in. neither toji nor shiu cared about that; they just cared about the pleasure you were going to be giving them.
“c’mon,” toji grins and pulls out of you completely, looking down at his throbbing cock which was covered in your fluids before flipping you around on your stomach, “y’re gonna be a good little slut and suck that man off, yeah?”
shiu takes notice of toji’s action and immediately gets into position like the two have done this many times before with other women. the agent takes a seat in front of you, legs spread to give you a nice view of what he was packing between them. shiu’s back was resting against the armrest as his eyes were scanning your face from up close, “what a pretty girl.”
your mouth was watering more than it did previously, drops of saliva running down your chin as you stared at shiu’s cock in front of you. a harsh slap to your ass makes you squeal lightly and your pussy clench onto nothingness.
“i said something, didn’t i?” toji clicks his tongue while he checks out your ass in his position behind you, “get to work.”
your hands found their way to shiu’s thighs and they slid up until they were wrapped around the base of his cock. an almost unnoticeable grunt left shiu’s lips once he felt that jolt of pleasure run through his body from your simple touch. he had waited so long for this.
“fuck— take me in your mouth.” the older man breathlessly orders. you swallow the built-up saliva in the back of your throat and stick your tongue out to lick the tip of shiu’s dick— testing the waters first. as expected, shiu was easy to please since the man was already moaning and breathing heavy when you hadn’t even started yet.
toji looks down at the two and sees how you tease shiu by using your tongue. shiu was trembling a little, biting his bottom lip while one of his hands was tangled in your hair. the agent was trying very hard not to reach his climax already. not when he hasn’t felt your mouth around his cock at least once.
a smirk forms on toji’s lips as he sees the desperation and lust written all over shiu’s face. toji knew that you were good at giving blow jobs; the little teasing you did beforehand—where you’d hold eye contact with him while licking his length in small intervals—added to the entire experience.
“seems like you haven’t had any action in a while, huh?” toji grins while pumping his cock at the sight of you finally starting to suck shiu off. his hand moved in slow strokes, the other placed on your ass, prepared to slap it if you were caught slacking off.
“shut up, toji— shit!” shiu gasps and throws his head back once your mouth engulfs the fat tip of his dick. the warmth and wetness around his throbbing cock was driving him mad, “if i wasn’t too busy cleaning after your mess, i’d have a woman in my bedroom every day of the week.”
you held eye contact with shiu as he makes small talk with toji whom you couldn’t even see. you start bobbing your head in repeated up and down motions, his cock going in and out of your warm mouth, leaving it completely covered with your saliva in no time.
“fuckkk— she’s good.” shiu groans while his hand tugged at your hair, pressing down on your head to hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose just a centimetre away from his lower abdomen, “way better than expected.”
that gains a small proud chuckle from toji. the assassin was starting to move, lining up his still hard cock against your entrance, “told ya. she sucks cock like a real fuckin’ slut—always knows what to do.”
shiu fully believes those uttered words as he sees you desperately suck him off, hands playing with his balls and sometimes stroking the rest of his length which you couldn’t fit in your mouth. your tears and drool were dripping down between his legs.
a muffled moan vibrates against shiu’s dick the moment you felt toji bully his way into your cunt again. this causes shiu to thrust his hips forward, making you almost choke at the unexpected movement.
“mhh, that’s hot.” shiu breaths out while holding onto your hair with both hands now, ready to repeat his actions since it added to his own pleasure, “do it again, come on—yeahhh— good girl.”
as you choke and slobber all over shiu’s length, toji starts to roughly pump back and forth, hands on your hips to keep your lower body up to meet his— “your cunt is so fuckin’ tight compared to before—fuck— bet it’s ‘cause you’re a slut who enjoys getting both her holes filled at the same time.”
toji smacks your ass a couple of times as his cock penetrates your cunt to its deepest point, “maybe we can fill a third one soon, don’cha think?”
yes, he was implying what you were thinking; anal sex. the nasty thought made you whimper and squirm under toji while continuing to move shiu’s cock in and out of your wet mouth in rapid strokes. shiu reacts to this by bucking his hips up again and again, moaning and grunting loudly, as was toji.
shiu looked down at you through his half closed eyes, enjoying the way you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. especially because you were crying as well; it made you look pathetic and helpless yet so attractive.
“fuck— with the way you’re sucking me off, i’m going to cum soon,” shiu says between shallow breaths, seeing your body powerlessly shift back and forth due to toji’s intense thrusts, “mhm— better swallow it all, okay?”
you let out a long, strangled moan. it wasn’t clear whether it was due to toji pounding you or shiu asking you that lewd favour. either way, shiu bucked his hips up one last time, hands clenching around your hair to push your head down all the way to the base of his cock before spurting his hot cum right down your throat—the taste bitter on your tongue.
“swallow,” the older man in front of you reminds you with a hoarse voice, keeping his dick between your lips to make sure you do as told before gradually taking it out with a hiss.
shiu taps the tip on your mouth a little to get the last drops of semen on your lips for you to lick off. toji’s agent started to lazily stroke his dick again, trying to make it hard so he could fuck you as well.
“mhh, want to cum in your pussy. maybe even breed you, huh?” shiu murmurs. his words were solely meant to fuel his desires and get his cock hard again, yet the thought could easily be made a reality.
toji groans as he hears his agent’s dirty talk about breeding you. this causes him to reach out and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back while he angled his hips in a way to hit your cervix repeatedly.
“fuck, i might even let him do that to ya—let him dump his load into your pussy along with mine.” toji grins, feeling like his cock was swelling even more with each deep thrust, “how ‘bout we try that out?”
shiu takes the chance to watch your tits again as they come into view. his body was relaxing against the armrest of the trembling couch, one hand reaching out to cup a breast and squeeze the hardened nipple.
“ah! yes, y-yes, wan’ both of your cum inside me, please.” you plead and your back arches from all the sensations the two men were granting you in this moment. toji groans loudly at your words, feeling even more turned on than ever and he makes that known.
“yeah? fuck— y’re such a desperate, greedy whore.” toji mocks and continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. shiu was still squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples, going from one to the other,
“just hold on, little girl— gonna stuff you full first.” toji adds and thrusts a couple more times before you sense that familiar feeling again; toji’s cum flooding your insides until it can’t help but leak onto your thighs.
with a deep sigh, toji pulls out again to watch the white liquid overflow from your filled hole. shiu, in the meantime, was still admiring your tits and now used both hands to play with them.
you were too fucked out to see the way the two men were silently exchanging glances. toji nodded downwards at his place behind you and shiu understood: the two were changing places.
shiu let your breasts go and stood up, toji following afterwards. the assassin and his agent slowly swapped positions and stroked their cocks at the sight of your spent body, quivering and silently sobbing from overstimulation.
“mind if i borrow her from now on, toji? just from time to time.” shiu asks with a deep hum, enjoying the sight of toji’s cum leaking out of your hole and the way it stained your skin as the sticky fluid left trails down your thighs.
toji snickers as he was getting his cock hard again by looking at your tits and head between his legs,
“nah, i don’t mind. as long as she returns to me at the end of the day.”
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07 // (Magic) Tentacles // Round Two
Summary: After misbehaving, Wanda teaches Y/N a lesson.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: magical penises, bondage
Word count: 600
Kinktober masterlist
Red wisps swirled around my body, constricting around my limbs and holding me in place. I gasped softly as one of the tendrils wrapped around my neck, squeezing ever so slightly, sending a surge of wetness between my thighs.
“Wanda.” I whimpered, looking across the room at my girlfriend who was casually reading from a book and sipping at her tea as she used her magic on me.
She didn’t look up from the book in her lap, flicking her fingers upward to flip the page.
A long, thick wisp that was more akin to a tentacle came up and made its way into my opened mouth, pumping in and out, throbbing against my tongue.
I closed my eyes and did my best to suck on it, its size a little too big for my mouth. I could hear Wanda hum in satisfaction, pleased with herself with how she had silenced me.
Her magic made its way up my legs, spreading and settling between them, putting pressure on my clit. I moaned around the tentacle, my hips bucking against the penis shaped tendril.
“Someone’s needy.” She murmured softly, flipping the page of her book and taking a sip of her tea.
I let out a low groan as her magic made its way inside of me, expanding itself so I was almost painfully full. She fucked me slowly, the red wisps encircling and caressing me in all my intimate spots.
It wrapped around my breasts, teasing my nipples into hardened buds and then latched onto them, suckling them as if her magic tendrils had little mouths. It flicked at my clit, causing my body to jerk and tremble.
She held me up, keeping me still so she could fuck me throroughly. I could feel myself getting close, tears building up in my eyes as she fucked me harder, faster, her magic making my body hum with power and pleasure.
The wisp in my mouth pulsed and came, spurting her cum down my throat. I choked, trying my best to swallow all of it, but it spurt out and dribbled down my chin. She pulled out of my mouth, but continued to fuck my pussy, the sensations almost becoming too great for me to hold back.
“Are you about to cum, darling?” She asked, almost disinterested, but she finally raised her eyes to look at me, writhing, about to cum, just from her magic alone.
“Yes!” I cried out. “God, yes!”
“Hm,” her magic slowed down to a stop inside of me, and the wisps stopped touching my nipples and clit. “Do you deserve to?”
“Please, Wanda,” I begged. “Let me cum.”
“Did you forget what got you into this situation in the first place?”
“No,” I whimpered softly, bucking my hips ever so slightly to try and get her to move inside me. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I swear, I’ll never talk back to you again if you let me cum.” I rambled, willing to say anything to get what I needed.
She hummed and the magic started up again, forcefully fucking my needy cunt and rubbing at my clit. I threw my head back and let out a whimpering cry, my body trembling with the pleasure she was providing me.
I came, hard, and she continued to fuck me through the intense tremors, my body shaking with ecstacy. The tendril of magic in my pussy came, spurting her cum inside me and coating my walls, claiming me.
“I hope you’re ready for round two.” She took a sip from her teacup and then placed it down delicately. “Because I am.”
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hey, I know you probably busy and I’m sorry to bother you, but could you maybe make some headcanons of what hawks would do if y/n got pregnant?
You don't bother me at all, cutie. :) Here you have some cute little headcanons of our favorite birdie boy.
What Hawks would do if Y/N got pregnant? <3
Takami Keigo is not complicated, he wants as many chicks as he has fingers and toes, and he wants them all with YOU.
You hadn’t thought about the subject but every time you’ve been at it … -it WAS unprotected. There was nothing to keep you from getting, round and heavy, with his child. And it wasn’t just once. Keigo could go for hours on end- he wouldn’t stop until he fucking collapsed on top of you, completely spent. “Sheesh, that-that was something else entirely, dove.” His smile bright enough to compete with the sun in the sky and win.
“If you get pregnant… I’ll be required to take care of you for the rest of our lives.” He shared all too proud of his deed, that look of adoration in his face, way too close to possessiveness. “—But one thing I swear, (Y/N). I’ll take care of EVERYTHING, you, them, us… All, you just watch me.”
When the pregnancy test finally confirmed that his secret efforts had been fruitful, he nearly exploded with happiness, he carried you in his arms and your feet did not touch the ground again for the next forty minutes.
“Dear god- you got even tighter.” Keigo’s voice sounded deeper, “So WET- my love, taking my time to preparing you first was more rewarding than I expected it’d be.” The lingering taste of you on his tongue nearly enough to get him off- “I’m LOVING this pregnant stage, don’cha?”
The more your belly grew the more he glued to your side. All of the energy that in the past went into making the baby now goes into keeping you and his child happy and healthy.
One morning, Keigo was looking at you with that unblinking, unreadable look of his, anxious you chewed at your lower lip before voice out your deeper doubts out loud. “I'm not a fan either-” his head cocks to the side, questioningly, and you suck in a nervous giggle, “-of my mom body.”
It would have been better if you slapped him, that would have been less offensive than what you just said. "I LOVE your mommy body, dove. I dream with your plump adorable tummy and all your mommy curves, all night long!" he stressed, ignoring your embarrassed giggles, in order to give a clear and firm statement, "... I'm even thinking about keeping you with that mommy body, all round and pretty and full of my chicks... how would that sound to you?" You shake your head, and he pouts playfully, your heart impossibly warm for him and his cute efforts which always work to make you feel better.
“Stop starin’.” You grumbled, cracking one eye open and staring at him, a tired grin ghosting your lips. “I can’t sleep with you watching me, Keigo.” The Hero grins, “Just checking that you were comfortable-” you shake your head, “For more than an hour?”
Keigo glanced downward at your stomach, a fond grin twisting the corner of his lips up as he imagined a little boy or girl, who looked everything like you- just with his last name, he asked for nothing else. The little one snuggled up in his arms as he read bedtime stories. He imagined teaching the child to ride a bike, to fly-… At this point, Keigo craved just for two things, domesticity and YOU… or just you, if it came to that.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He growled for the thousand time, though his hands stayed gentle on your round belly. “I love everything about you. Your imperfections are so mouthwatering, (Y/N). My favorite parts.” He managed to sound reverent, like a man speaking of his Deity. He would kiss the ground your feet touch if you let him but sometimes you are so restrictive with him.
Having you in his arms has become his favorite part of finishing his patrol, that little extra weight you've gained is mesmerizing, he could adore you for hours, that's why since he met you, he leaves some feathers hidden in your apartment when he must leave, that way he can at least be close, even when he's far away.
"Don't think I don't know what you do, birdie." You whine playfully and he laughs, "how long have you known?" you snort through your mouth, "since we've known each other." Keigo snickers widely, you are definitely his person, no one else could stand how mushy and clingy he can be, more than you, his adorable and pregnant, dove.
🔞➡️ MHA X Reader NSFW ART
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NO REGRETS | back
starring: mingyu x male reader
summary: Mn wakes up confused and not remembering what he did the last previous night but gets the shock of his life when he is in the bed with the school jock.
nsfw, cute yet sexy mingyu
Mn groaned as he tried to get up. He slowly opened his eyes and began to stand but immediately fell down as he felt pain in his nether region. He looked and widened his eyes.
He was naked.
'Ahh shit. What the hell happened last night ? All I did was go to Jackson’s house for the party and I was pretty sober but then I went home with…’, the boy sat there in confusion as he couldn’t recollect who he went home with.
He looked around and realised that this was some stranger’s house atleast. ‘Thank God! None of my friends fucked me. But who is it ?’. He decided to inspect. Mn tried getting up but fell down creating a thud sound. The huge noise woke up another man sleeping naked on the bed.
"What happened? Who's there ?", a tall and buff man got up and went to see the other side of the bed. He too widened his eyes as he saw a naked Mn. He helped the said male to get up and sit on the bed. The two stared at each other. There was nothing but confusion and anger and embarrassment going on.
“Kim Mi-Mingyu ?”, Mn stuttered as he realised who the other guy was. Mingyu too was stunned with confusion but he was a bit shy. Mn widened his eyes as everything came into vision.
“OH MY GOD !? WE FUCKED !?” Mn shouted and got up and hid under the covers. Mingyu witnessed the other’s outburst and went beside him. “Hey ! Hey Mn calm down. I’ll tell you what happened. Just please listen to me”. Mn pouted and looked at Mingyu who completely lost it after seeing the cute expression.
“After Jackson’s party, you decided to go home alone and some random stranger decided to flirt with you…and..and I didn’t like that. He was trying to take advantage of you and you were completely drunk. So I saved you and brought you home…but…you basically whipped out my cock and started sucking it. I stopped you but you wouldn’t stop so one thing led to another”.
Mingyu finished re telling the story while Mn had a horrible expression. “I don’t have any words…..why did you protect me..?”, Mn asked with a questionable expression. Mingyu immediately looked away.
“Mingyu tell me”, Mn said as he got up and took the taller’s hands in hand. “I..I like you”. Mn was shocked to say the least. ‘The school jock likes me’. “ You! Like me!! Kim Mingyu likes me!?”, Mn exclaimed as he closed his mouth with his hands in shock and denial. Mingyu chuckled seeing the cute reaction. He cupped Mn’s face and made eye contact.
“I do, I have liked you since Junior year. And…I'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. I hope you forgive me", Mingyu said as he looked down in shame. His eyes were prickling with tears.
The boy broke down. Mn was stunned, he cupped (m/n)'s cheek ," No no Mingyu. Don't cry. I was drunk and.. I too like you. And I’m glad that my first time was with you… and if anyone..I wanted to do it with you. And you didn't take any advantage of me. I love you Mingyu". Mingyu didn’t realise that he was full on crying with Mn crying too. He looked up as he heard those three words," Do you really mean it?". Mn smiled seeing Mingyu look so cute..“Yes I do Mingyu ".
Mingyu smiled as he leaned in and connected his lips with Mn "I love you too baby. Will you be my boyfriend?". Mn blushed at the nickname and nodded.
Mingyu chuckled and pulled a naked Mn in his naked lap "Last night was pretty intense". Mn could feel Mingyu's dick getting bigger. Mn smirked and whispered in his boyfriend's ear, "Who said last night was over? " and with that , Mn was thrown on the bed with a sex beast hovering over him.
“Damn baby you just look so fuckable right now", Mingyu growled as he eyed Mn’s body before he hungrily kissed his lips. Mn loved this side of Mingyu. Mingyu is a calm and nice guy but seemed like the bedroom makes him change his aura.
Mingyu smirked seeing his boyfriend already becoming a moaning mess as he placed hickeys all over his neck and chest. With one hand he proceeded to pump the submissive's dick. Mingyu looked at Mn with heart eyes. He was finally with his crush, and that’s all he wanted and to make his lover satisfied was the only goal he had in mind.
Mn could feel himself become closer to release but Mingyu suddenly stopped." Daddy why did you stop?" whined a needy Mn. "Tell Daddy nicely what you want and daddy will give it to you”, Mingyu whispered and bit Mn’s ear. "Daddy please fuck me till I forget my name. please daddy", Mn said innocently which only turned his boyfriend on.
"Okay since you asked so nicely", Mingyu said as he flipped Mn on all fours. Mn was taken aback he looked back but only moaned as he felt a hot muscle lick his rim.
Mingyu swirled his tongue as he ate his boyfriend's ass. Mn moaned like a madman. His moans were music to Mingyu's ears. Mn felt his prostate being hit. "F-fuckkk ~.. d-daddy~more-Ahhh", Mn couldn't even finish his sentence as he felt two fingers enter him .
"You like that babyboy ", Mingyu growled in the bottom's ear. Mn nodded his head as he felt another finger enter him. "Damn shit baby you are still tight. My fingers will snap off", Mingyu moved his fingers at fast pace." Unhggh~ d~addy I'm gonna~..", Mn said as strings of white liquid came out of his dick. "Already came babyboy", Mingyu laughed huskily.
He flipped Mn as he positioned his monster cock at the entrance of Mn’s hole." Don't worry I'll make sure you cum again", with that Mingyu entered and started ramming in an inhumane speed."Ah-shit baby so tight”. Mn only felt pleasure as he was filled up completely with his boyfriend's dick.
"A~hh ~~daddy f-faster p-please~", Mn pleaded as he wanted more. "Of course baby ", and with that the Dom kissed Mn’s lips as he thrusted inside.
Mn scratched his boyfriend's back but he didn't care, he was lost in the ecstasy. Mingyu’s dick hitting all the right spots making Mn tremble.
"~D-daddy ahh-m~d-daddy I'm gonna cum ", Mn said as he felt his cum sporting right out his dick. “Cum for me baby",and with that Mn came clenching his asshole .
“Baby~-ahh daddy's gonna cum "and with that Mingyu came inside Mn. Mn felt satisfied as he was filled to the brim by his lovers cum.
Mingyu laid on the bed and pulled Mn and kissed his temple." I love you my Mn". Mn smiled . "I love you too Mingyu". They both slept in each other's embrace. Mingyu looked at a sleeping Mn and smiled knowing he was holding his entire world in his arms.
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omlllll i loved your kinky smau, if you still do fics can i request one that happens after sukuna says he’s gonna show us shibari? the idea of that from the smau just has be biting my fist oml, i absolutely love your smaus 😫😫😫
summary: after knowing your desire to be tied up, sukuna teaches you the art of shibari — a practice he loved since centuries ago.
desc: fem!reader, true form sukuna, cocky!sukuna smh, oral (both), p in v, dacryphilia if u squint, petnames, 1.3k words... somebody needs a lobotomy. spin off from this smau.
a/n: yes i do write written fics too!! just havent got much reqs for them. been wilding lately with nsfw content so thankyou for giving me the opportunity to write a full blown smut lmao.
you always knew you were bonded with sukuna in more ways than one. many centuries past could not keep the both of your souls apart. heck even the red string of fate theory seemed viable when it comes to him and you.
although as of the moment, the strings of the rope holding you together were very much physical and materialising. you kneel before your king with your hands tied behind your back firmly, staring at him through glossy eyes.
“p-please” your lips quiver, feeling the throbbing between your thighs yet you were unable to do anything since you were bound in place. sukuna only smirks at your distress.
“i told you i’ll show you how this works didn't i?” his gruff voice makes your cunt react, so ready for him.
he looms over you, gently caressing your face down to your neck and stopping abruptly on your exposed chest to admire you. you whimper when you felt his touch, so starved and desperate for him but he's not giving you anything yet.
his hand trails down your hips in feather light touches and hovers on your inner thighs sending goosebumps all over your body. you bust yourself up so that his hands land on your aching pussy but no, sukuna pulls his hand away swiftly.
“tsk so desperate f'me. aren't you such a lil slut” he looks at you in distaste making you gasp. “n-no ‘m a good girl” you sob pathetically.
“is that so? then be patient. good girls will do what they are told hmm?” he whispers against your ear, even the slightest warmth from him drove you insane but you said yourself that you were a good girl, so you could only nod at his words.
he smirks in approval and moves to drag down the soft fabric of his kimono. your mouth flies open at the sight– not one but two gigantic cocks springing out in front of your very eyes. your pussy clenches at nothing just by the thought of them being rammed inside you mercilessly.
you let out an involuntary whine which sukuna did not fail to notice. “lets quench your thirsty lil throat first how bout that?” his hand holds the back of your head steadily to put you in the perfect position to suck him off. one of him at least.
you waste no time to lick the precum that was oozing from his shaft. you felt powerful when you hear him grunt despite being unable to move any part of your body. you gave him another lick and he hisses in annoyance.
“open wide” you obey as he shoves his whole length into your throat mercilessly. his black painted fingers ran through your hair, fisting a handful of them and bobbing your head against his erection. tears well up in your eyes but you do your best to graze his length with your tongue taking care not to use your teeth.
“taking me s’well” sukuna practically growls as he stares down at you, brows furrowing in pleasure and fascination with how his dick moves in and out of your mouth.
a pool of drool runs from your mouth all the way to your jaw and the end of your chin, sukuna marvels at the lovely sight. the ropes securely tying your wrists together were now burning hot against your skin, aching to be freed so that your hands can roam somewhere, anywhere.
your stomach tightens as you feel your own pussy leaking, making you whine. the vibrations made all four of sukuna's eyes roll back in pleasure “m’close” his hand bobs your head harsher, his thrust becoming faster and deeper making you gag.
sukuna shudders, shooting his load into your mouth filthily “good girls swallow” and you do just that, savoring every drop of the sweet, salty and bitter warm liquid that went down your throat.
dating someone with super powers, or in his words a cursed technique, was fascinating because before you could even catch a breath, the ropes holding your wrists in place were slashed off magically and precisely.
your hands instinctively make their way to your throbbing wet pussy but sukuna's faster than you. he always is. “did i tell you you could touch yourself?”
you could only whine as your pussy screams in need for something to clench on. sukuna spreads you on your back and brings out another set of ropes to tie each of your wrists together with your thighs. his skillful hands work through the ropes, handling the knots with ease.
he was mockingly slow with his actions on purpose, ignoring your whiny pleas. “kuna..” your voice was small, so meek it made both his cocks twich. even the one you had just finished sucking off merely a few seconds ago.
he admires his craft — you, spawled open lewdly in front of him, exposed for him to see. painfully slowly he rubs on your sticky pussy, your back arching up for more contact.
sukuna chuckles at how desperate you were and decides to indulge you this time since you've been so good to him. he shoves his fingers into your entrance as you let out a yelp, squirming against his hand for more friction.
your thighs want to close themselves but the ropes prevent them from doing so. one thing about sukuna, he has more features than your normal person — two cocks, four eyes, and a mouth that could appear on any part of his body; and he knows just how to use each and every one of them to his advantage.
a slimy warm tongue licks your clit as his fingers demolish your g-spot dragging out screams of pleasure from your pretty little mouth. you writhe, unable to move as the ropes drag against your skin, your stomach forming knots upon knots.
“s’kuna!!!” you exclaimed as you chase your high mewling out incoherent sentences accompanying pants and gasps with every lick and thrust of his fingers.
“mhm come f’me little one” at his reassuring tone, the knots in your stomach become undone with your own cum dripping out from your pussy. sukuna's mouth on his hand licks you clean as you gasp for air.
oh but he wasn't done with you. not even halfway.
he fists his untouched cock coating all of his length in his precum, pointing it at your entrance. before you could even register anything else, he shoves it inside you and starts thrusting in and out.
“this is what you wanted isn't it?” sukuna growls as your cunt sucks him in, clenching hard on his length. “s’ fkin tight-” he rams into you, his pace never faltering and only increasing more and more and more.
you want to dig your nails into his back, wrap your legs around him, pull him closer but alas, the straps of jute prevent you to act on your desires. the only thing you could do was continue to let your hole get abused, forcing out small exhales of ah ah ah!s from your lungs.
“k-kuna m'close!!” you wail, tears falling from your eyes down to the side of your cheeks. your lips part and your mouth forms a pretty o. sukuna loves your fucked out cockdrunk face and makes a mental note to frame it the next chance he gets.
“nghh p-please…” you moan out, you're pretty sure the ropes on your wrist tied to your thighs would leave marks with how much you strained your skin against them but that's the least of your concerns right now.
“yeah?? then come f’me. come f’your king” his voice was raspy, his own oragasm drawing near.
a few more frantic trusts and white hot pleasure runs through your veins, blurring your vision as you feel him dumping his load inside you, mixing with the slimy ones of your own. it leaks from your hole, too much to be stuffed, overpouring onto the sheets.
you pant in exhaustion but sukuna was far from worn out. if anything he wonders how more fucked up you will be when he stuffs both his cocks into all your holes at the same time.
maybe he'll even try taking things further with the ropes and elevate you to fuck you mid-air. since you're so good to him, you'll take it, right?
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Orders Gone Wrong
Garrick Tavis x Reader Request: Garrick is giving her some orders she doesn't think are okay, but she still follows them? She gets hurt, but doesn't want Garrick to find out, giving him the silent treatment, but the Dragons tell him, and he comes so fast, and she's ignoring him, but then they start fighting? Masterlist
“I need you to do another run tonight.” Garrick tells me as my fist hits the punch bag he’s bracing for me.
”I went last night, not my turn to go.” I tell him sternly as I throw another punch.
Garrick’s hand snaps in front of me, my first landing firmly in his palm as he moves in front of me. It was pretty rare for Garrick to pull rank on me. Especially in the case of supply runs. But I knew as he looked down at me he was. The look in his eye was one I had seen plenty of times as he commanded riders and squads.
”I know, but we’re short a rider for tonight so I need you to step up.” The commanding tone slipping into his voice.
I rip my hand from his, crossing my arms across my chest. I was absolutely wrecked. I’d only gotten an hour or two of sleep after getting back this morning. Paired with a full day of classes and training, I was wrecked. Everything ached. My body screaming at me to rest.
”Can’t someone else step up? I know there are riders who didn’t go last night and aren’t scheduled to go tonight.” My voice almost pleading.
Garrick just scowls down at me. “You know I don’t like pulling rank, but I need you to go. It’s an order. I need a more senior rider on this run.”
I sigh and slowly nod. I knew there was no changing Garrick’s mind. It was clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer. And he’d only see my fatigue as an excuse or complaining. Something he would tell me to suck up and deal with like I’d have to in the field.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
I should have pushed back. I should have said no. I should have stood my ground. But I didn’t. Did what was asked of me. And I’d paid the price. I knew I was too tired, too fatigued to do the run. But I’d gone. Gone and fallen off my damn dragon mid flight due to exhaustion. Luckily they’d caught me before I’d hit the ground. But the impact of landing in my dragon's claws had caused some damage. The impact had left a massive bruise down my side, spreading down my thing. A hiss escapes my lips as I prod it with my finger. Today was going to suck.
I muffle a moan of pain as I slip my jacket on. Thankful today was cooler, meaning I could hide the bruises on my arms with the jacket. I’d also convinced the other riders not to say a damn thing to Garrick or Xaden about what had happened. They didn’t need to know. I just hoped I could get through the next few days without them noticing. I wasn’t scheduled for another challenge till next week at this stage, no flying today and it wasn’t uncommon for me to miss the optional training after classes. Easy.
Or so I thought. As I step into the hall pain flares up my side. The few steps I’d taken around my room this morning were bearable. But this was agony. Shit. It was going to take all my concentration to hide this today. A few riders look my way as I make my way slowly down the hall towards the stairs, a slight limp in my step. I was essentially walking like I was crossing the parapet. Each step thought out and planned to stop the pain becoming too much for me to bear.
A hand clamps down on my shoulder as I enter the dining hall, clamping my mouth shut to stop the gasp of pain that threatens to escape. “Thanks for stepping in last night, I heard it went well.” Garrick’s familiar voice says next to me.
”Yeah, it went great.” I say, my voice tense, before roughly shoving his hand from my shoulder before walking as fast as I can to grab some fruit before heading to my first class.
”Is everything ok?” He says, quickly catching up to me in a few steps.
I look up at him and give him a tight lipped smile as I grab the apples. “Everything’s great.”
Something in my tone or face must tell him not to follow me. Normally he would. But all I feel is his eyes staring at my back as I do my best to walk away normally. I know he knows something is up. Hell, we were sent to the same foster home after the rebellion. He knew me better than anyone else here. There’s no way he doesn’t think my behaviour is off.
The next time I see him is battle brief. His eyes lighting up as soon as I walk in. His hand waving me over as it always does. I don’t miss the scowl that forms on his face as I remove my eyes from his, instead choosing to stand at the opposite end of the room with some of my squad. A spot I never go to. Even my squad mates look at me funny as I join them, noting the unusual behaviour.
”He needs to know”. My dragon drawls in my head.
”No. It’s better he doesn’t. I’ll be fine in a few days.” I retort.
”You nearly died. If I didn’t catch you-”
”But you did. So he doesn’t need to know.” I say, cutting them off before slamming my shield up.
I feel their attempts to get through. Each attempt getting closer to breaking through, but I put all my focus into keeping them up. I feel them huff down the bond before their attempts stop. My shoulders sagging in relief as I can shift my full focus off keeping them up. But I quickly find out why my dragon's attempts stop. The feeling of being watched washing over me. I turn my head and meet the piercing gaze of Garrick. Garrick who is pissed. So pissed that the other third years around him take a step back. Even Xaden.
”You told Chradh?!?” I snap down the bond.
”Yes, because he needs to know.” They snap back.
”No he doesn’t.”
”Well he does now.”*
I curse at them down the bond, but it's too late. My anger hitting a very solid wall as they raise their own shields. Great. The rest of the class all I can notice is Garrick staring at me down the line of riders standing at the back of the room, even with me facing the front of the room. All I can feel is his eyes on me. His eyes assess me for the damage I know he’s been told about. As Devera calls the end of class I do my best to make a run for it as Garrick starts pushing down the line of riders. I hear him behind me telling other rider’s to move out of this way, no doubt shoving some of them too. I barely get a few steps outside the door before his hand grasps my bruised arm turning me around to face him, a loud yelp escaping my lips that has him releasing his grip on me instantly.
”Why didn’t you say anything?” He nearly yells at me, the riders leaving Battle Brief scurrying away as fast as they can.
”Because it’s noth-”
”It is not nothing!” His voice echoes off the walls as he cuts me off, everyone stopping to stare at us now.
Garrick and I just stare at each other. His chest heaving as he breathes heavily. I can tell it’s taking a lot of self control to keep himself from yelling at me. His tell tale jaw tick catching me eye. His eyes quickly scan the hall and all the cadets staring at us. This was not the place to be talking about what had happened. Yes third years were allowed out at night and often got sent out for patrols, but last night wasn’t exactly a sanctioned patrol.
He quickly grasps my hand in his, probably wanting to avoid grabbing a part of me that could be bruised before dragging me out of the building. I struggle to keep up with him. Pain flaring in my body as I stumble after him. Eventually we come to a stop in front of the Gauntlet. With all first years now bonded to dragons and flight classes today, there was no chance of someone finding us out here. Garrick releases my hand, pacing back and forth as he pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Clearly still pissed and trying to process what he’s been told by Chradh.
”I’m f-”
Garrick comes to a sudden stop in front of me, his head snapping towards me, his gaze filled with such intensity that it has me taking a cautious step back.
”Don’t you dare say you’re fine!” He growls out as he takes a step towards me. “You nearly died last night and you didn’t think to tell me! You can barely walk!”
”But I didn’t. They caught me.” I say gesturing up to the flight field.
”And what if they didn’t!” His voice fuelled with an emotion I have never heard come from Garrick. An emotion that has my heart skip a beat.
Pain and fear. Garrick’s voice is laced with pain and fear. As are his eyes that have me pinned to the spot.
”We’re dragon riders. We die all the time.” I retort, my own voice shaking slightly with fear.
”I’m aware! But it doesn’t mean I’d be able to deal with you dying. Especially if it was because of me sending you out on a mission.”
”Every time you send one of us out we could die.” I say as I take a slow step forward, wincing as pain shoots up my side again. “Why is this time any different? Since when do you care what happens to a rider you send out?”
”Because it’s you! Because I couldn’t handle it if you died!”
I stumble backwards, my mouth opens to protest, but the words die on my tongue as Garrick's lips meet mine in a fierce, desperate kiss. My mind goes blank, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind, consumed by the passion of the moment. I lose myself in the kiss, every thought, every worry evaporating in the heat of his touch. My hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as he claims my mouth with a possessive fervour. I feel his fingers thread through my hair, tightening in a way that makes me shiver. A small whimper escapes my lip as pain shoots up my side, causing Garrick to break the kiss to make sure I’m ok. He’d clearly forgotten my injuries in the moment, and the guilt is evident on his face. But as a grin spreads across my face, a giggle escaping my lips, he breathes a sigh of relief before chuckling.
”Despite how long I’ve been wanting to do that, and how much I want to keep going, we’re getting you healed first.” He says, trying to be stern. But there’s a slight giddiness to his voice he can’t hide.
”I’ll be f-”
”I swear to gods if you say you’re fine I will carry you over my shoulder to the healers quadrant.”
The warning is loud and clear, and I know Garrick will not hesitate to do that even if it would cause me pain. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for me. I purse my lips and nod at him before motioning to lead the way. I definitely owed my dragon an apology after that.
”You’re welcome.”
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