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On The Run Part 1
The Barn
mdni
cw: violent behavior, suggestive themes, i will get better at this i swear
Itâs a downpour tonight. The roof overhead rattles with the force of the winds outside, keeping you awake. Your eyes drift towards the window periodically, watching the lightening illuminate the night sky, thunder rolling closer and closer as the wind hails. Your four loyal, massive Tibetan Mastiffs lay around your bed, dead to the storm raging outside. Youâd normally have them out in the barn, but with how terrible itâs coming down you would have felt terrible.
But now you lie awake, worry in the pit of your stomach. Some of the goats had just given birth, and with this storm you knew the kids had to be distressed, and their bleats often agitated the horses.
You absentmindedly reach down to run a hand through Dixonâs fur, who lets out a pleased huff, nuzzling your palm. You try to let the beat of rain lure you to sleep, eyes finally feeling heavy as your breathing evens out.
But then you hear it, over the raging of the storm you can still hear your stallion, Sebastian, neighing, and then the pound of his hoofs against his stalls, and you're flying out of your bed.
Nothing spooks your stallion, absolutely nothing.
You race down the stairs in just your nightgown, rushing to pull on your boots, no socks, as Dixon, Grimes, Judy and Maggie come bounding after you. You throw open the door, the screen slamming against the house from the wind but you pay no mind, running towards the barn, barely catching yourself from slipping in the mud.
The closer you get, the louder you can hear all your herd. Your hearts pounding harder than the rain when you reach the barn doors, and you can hear the dogs barking behind you as you reach to yank open the double doors
Locked.
Your barn is never locked.
From the inside.
âHello?!â You yell, slamming your palms against the wood, guilt wracking your body when you hear something scurry away on the other side.
âWhat are you doing in there?â You scream, shaking the handles with all your might, but they hold strong, and after a harsh yank, your hand slips, sending you flying into the mud.
You can hear what can only be described as chaos in the barn, and tears prick your eyes as you crawl forward, banging your fists against the doors.
âPLEASE! Please donât hurt my animals! Theyâre already scared! Please- AH!â You scream as the door flies open, sending you face first into the barn floor.
You barely register the blood dripping from your hands as you scramble to stand up, taking in the scene.
The mares were going wild, bucking and kicking the doors of their stalls while Sebastian raged, having busted his door down, prancing infront of his ladies protectively.
Your goats were huddled in a group on the corner, the kids tucked between their bodies and the sheep standing in front of them, shaking so badly their wool was trembling. The rest of the stock is scattered, hiding in various corners of the barn.
You whistle, which immediately catches Sebastianâs attention, huffing and puffing.
âIâm here! Itâs okay, ma is here!â You hush them, slowly walking towards the stallion with your hand out, palm up.
He neighs, tossing his head, leaning down to sniff your hand, when he stops, and suddenly a new sound reaches your ears.
Dixon and Grimes are growling out a warning.
Before you can even blink, thereâs a hand over your mouth. Your gasp is muffled at the pressure of cold steel at your neck, an arm wrapping around your chest pulling you into a firm, solid figure.
âNot. A. Sound.â A gruff voice barks in your ear, and your blood runs cold.
âLock the doors back.â The man orders, and a sinking feeling overcomes you when you hear a new set of footsteps. You stumble as youâre jerked back, Dixon barking as you start to thrash, kicking your feet, but the grip around you tightens.
âFuckin- Knock it off!â He growls, pressing what you can only guess is your carving knife painfully against your throat and Grimes lets out a guttural sounding bark before lunging, only to yelp when a foot shoves him back, and you thrash harder, attempting to nip at this manâs hand.
âStop you little fuckin-SHIT!â He bellows as your teeth sink into his palm, not releasing until you taste his blood splash over your teeth, and then youâre on the ground.
âLittle bitch!â
âDonât touch my fucking animals.â You spit, turning to stare up at the intruder, just to be met with a ski mask and cold eyes. You canât help but freeze, the carving knife glinting in the low light of the barn.
Heâs quick, and you try to stumble to your feet, but you're once more in his grasp. You go for a punch, but he catches your wrist easily, pinning your arm behind your back with one hand and yanking your forward with the other, pinning you against him, and the knife is at your throat again.
âLetâs try this again.â He says between clenched teeth, tightening his grip till you whimper.
âGhost. Lighten up.â A voice pipes up, raspy and stern with a commanding tone. The masked man, Ghost, rolls his eyes, but loosens the hold he has on your wrist.
âWho else lives here?â He questions, and it feels as though a bucket of cold water has been dumped over you.
âNo oneâŠâ You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut when his grip tightens once more. âDonât bullshit us. Who else lives on this land with you?!â Heâs in your face, making you open your eyes, tears blurring your vision.
âItâs just me I swear!â You sob, feeling the tip of the knife digging into your skin. âI swear to god itâs just me, you can go check the house-â
The pressure of the knife is gone, and the shock of your bare knees hitting the barn floors barely phases you as Dixon and Grimes dart to your side, whining softly as they nudge your hands with their heads.
âThink sheâs telling the truth?â A new voice speaks up, a thick Scottish accent ringing in your ears as you try to put distance between you and the four, you are finally able to count, men standing in the middle of your barn.
âExplains the massive mutts.â Ghost grunts, glancing at the four mastiffs, who you push behind you, shielding them, trying not to let your fear show more than it already has.
âThey arenât mutts.â You hiss, Judy nuzzling her giant head into your back as you shuffle them back, away from these men.
You hold your head high, but your lip canât help but tremble when all their eyes turn to you.
âYou sure thereâs no one else in that great big house?â The older man with scruffy facial hair asks with a tilt of his head, and a spark of agitation flares in your chest. Why did they want to know so badly? if they were going toâŠ
If they were going to kill you, surely they would have done it by now, right?
âI swear on my life.â You plead, voice cracking. Youâre horrified when you realize your nightgown has been soaked through this whole time, noticing the way the one with the mohawk, the Scot, keeps eyeing your bosom. You look away, cheeks burning as fresh tears prick your eyes.
âSoap, Gaz. You two go check the house. Report back to me, I want a moment with her.â The unnamed man ordered.
Mohawk and a dark skinned man nodded, heading out of the barn. Ghost passes one of them the carving knife, and your fist curl in your lap.
âWhat do I do Price?â Ghost asks, and the man, Price, waves a hand, eyes trained on you. âSearch the surrounding area, look for anyone hiding on the property.â
âUnderstood.â
And then you were alone. The barn has settled, most of your animals having made their way to the farthest wall behind you. He approaches you slowly, cautiously eyeing Dixon who raises up, baring his teeth, but you click your tongue, and he steps back immediately, sitting at your side like a statue as the others guard the flock.
You feel a puff of air breath against your head, and you canât help the wet laugh that bubbles out when you realize Sebastian is standing guard over you.
âSeems youâve got yourself quite the protection.â
He muses, eyes bouncing between the animals.
âThey were abandoned when I found this place.â You confess, a slight tremble to your voice as you watch Price crouch in front of you. Heâs quiet for a moment, eyes flickering over your form and you wrap your arms around your middle.
âIf my men are walking into a trap, whoever is there will be killed.â He says simply, tone almost bored and you feel your face pale.
âTheyâre not! This is my land! Mine!â You insist, frustrated tears falling freely as you flex your fingers, muscles tense.
âTiny little bird like you, all by herself?â Ghost scoffs as he returns, and you feel your ears burn.
âWhat did you find?â Price asks him over his shoulders.
âCan hardly see shit in this rain but I found no one. Thereâs a truck around back but the engine seems shot.â He shrugs, eyes peering at you through that ski mask and you avert your gaze.
The doors open against, the other two rushing in, soaked to the bone.
âThe house is clear sir. Only one room looks lived in, two guest rooms down the hall on the upper level and a small library on the ground level. Gaz found a shotgun by the front door.â The Scot, Soap, you gather, reports back to Price.
âI told you. Itâs just me out here.â You mutter, and this time Ghost is crouching in front of you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
âYou hiding from something little bird?â He asks, cocking his head to the side
âYouâre the ones breaking into my barn and scaring my animals!â You snap, trying to get out of his grip, but he only holds tighter.
âYouâre a little fighter arenât you?â You see his eyes crinkle, and you're shocked this man even knows how to smile under that mask.
He releases you, standing up and stepping back to stand with the other three men, who still loom over you. You feel like a lamb being sent to the slaughter house, and you bury one of your hands in Dixonâs thick fur to ground yourself.
âPlease-â You start, voice shaking, and you feel a tear slip down your cheek.
âI donât have much, thereâs maybe three thousand dollars in the safe in my closet. Iâll give you the code justâŠâ Your voice trails off, a sob slipping past your lips and Dixon whines, low and sad as he places his giant head in your lap.
âPlease donât hurt us. D-donât hurt my animals- I wonât even call the cops, it would take the nearest deputy three hours to even reach my house.â You beg, exhaustion and nerves taking over as your shoulders slump, trembling with your quiet sobs.
You see Priceâs boots approach you, and he tilts your chin up, and you flinch when he brushes a tear away with his thumb.
âStop all these tears pretty. We donât want to hurt you or your little farm.â He coos down at you. Confusion swirls in your head, making you dizzy as another sob canât help but slip out, Price cupping your cheeks, shushing you softly as he wipes your cheeks.
âI donât understandâŠâ You whisper, searching this strange, terrifying manâs face for any sign of deceit, but he just grins at you.
âYou told us the truth. Very good.â It sounds almost like praise the way he whispers it to you, and you whimper, shame filling your stomach. You look away from him, taking a shuddering breath as you struggle to compose yourself.
âLetâs get you back inside hm? Canât have you catching a cold.â He tsks, and before you can argue, youâre being lifted into his arms, tucked against his chest. You try to struggle, but the adrenaline has worn off, confusion left in its wake as these strange men usher the herd into their correct pens, Soap barley escaping one of the Roosters pecking at him in defiance, before pausing.
âI donât think I want to mess with this guy.â Gaz mutters, the three of them staring at Sebastian, who stares back, as though daring them to try and corral him.
âHe.. Heâll go back in his stall once itâs quiet⊠You scared themâŠâ You mutter, tired as you give in, resting your head against the strong chest youâre pressed against, and you feel Priceâs grip tighten.
âYouâre freezing sweetheart, letâs get you out of these wet clothes.â He murmers, and your heart skips.
âI can do that myself.â You hiss, staring up at him with narrowed eyes, despite the fact you can feel your cheeks burning.
He just laughs.
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hello ! wanted to say i really love your writing style and your stories for the characters ! I wanted to know if youâd write one for Love and deep space Sylus? A scenario where youâre both sleeping but you sneak away quietly to get something from the kitchen or for whatever reason but he stops you with his powers (the handcuffs etc) to bring you back to bed. Iâm not sure if iâm making sense but something along those lines! please and thank you!
Sylus: Kitchen Sneaker
Warning: No warning. Fem!reader, domestic fluff (?)
Author's note: This is a fun domestic-ish prompt to write! I hope you like it my dear pookies <3
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Sylus was fast asleep beside you.
The man was a light sleeper for the sake of his own safety. According to him, even if the building was as secure as it could be, there were some instances where he woke up with a knife to his throat. However, ever since you began sharing the same bed, he had been sleeping like a log, which was good for him and the twins because they no longer had to deal with his hot head so early in the evening.
But it was bad for you. Simply because Sylus likes to hold you in his sleep. Sometimes his hand would be over your chest, groping your breast or squeezing in between your boobs, but most times, he would be holding your wrist, checking your pulse. How was this bad for you? Well, living alone for most of your adult life, you liked to indulge yourself in a midnight snack or two. With him holding you captive to the bed, his iron grip holding on to you, it was like you had a ball and chain around your body.
You've indulged Sylus for over a week now, but the intense midnight craving is overwhelming.
Tonight, it's food over Sylus. The man can wait. Food cannot.
You scooted his hand very, very, very gently away from your body. This man's hand is heavy and large. Sylus didn't move and continued to sleep peacefully, his exposed chest rising and falling calmly. The room was very cold, and you could even hear the blowing of the AC; it was at that moment that you realized how such small sounds seemed to be so loud at night.
With every step you take, you are holding your breath even more. Even against the carpet, the rustling of your feet seemed like it could stir Sylus awake at any second. Thankfully, you managed to traverse across the room like a spy. You even had to carefully close the door shut.
You used the stairs to get down to the kitchen, and while you were walking in the hallway, the chef was just about to leave, his satchel bag on his shoulder.
He and you made eye contact. You gestured to him to 'shush,' and he laughed.
"There's some leftover dessert and pasta in the fridgeâfeel free to eat it," he whispered, and you grinned, giving him a thumbs up. Greg is the best chef ever. You tiptoed to the kitchen, waving him goodbye. Your eyes landed on that double-door fridge that was whirring loudly.
Finally! You could taste that delicious panna cotta and aglio olio in your mouth. Your hands wrapped around the handle of the fridge, and as you tugged, the bright blue light of the fridge lit up your face.
You took the plate and settled it on the stainless steel counter. The next one was the small glass filled with chocolate and cream. You marveled at its delicate, savory look. You took a spoon from the nearby utensil holder and dug it into the soft texture, eager to get a taste.
Before it could land between your lipsâ
A cold whirlwind of black, scentless smoke wrapped around the fork. It flung out of your grasp, and before you could let out a peep, you, too, were flung away from the kitchen counter.
The man let out a grunt, his eyes low-lidded and foggy, clearly just woken up from his slumber.
"Pray tell," he gruffed, his voice an octave lower. "What are you doing in the kitchen? You're supposed to be in bed." Sylus let out a sigh while he brought you closer to him. He glanced behind you and saw the unopened plate of pasta and panna cotta.
"Never mind. You don't need to speak."
"I'm hungry! Don't you know you shouldn't get between a woman and her food?" you exclaimed while tugging at the thing around your exposed waist. You thrashed and thrashed, the straps of your nightshirt sliding down your shoulders. "Put me down and go back to bed! I'll be with you in fiveâno, fifteen minutes!"
His head was aching from all the noise you were making, and combined with the fact that you were out of bed by the time he woke upâto Sylus, it seemed like you were testing his patience. "Did you not eat enough during dinner time? You know you could've asked for second servings."
"I get midnight cravings on occasion, but when I'm sleeping over, you tend to weigh me down in bed," you explained, flailing your legs, which were a few feet off the ground.
"So, you're blaming me now?" Sylus raised an eyebrow.
You shrugged. Of course, you were. It wasn't your fault you couldn't get out of bed, and it wasn't your fault that the chef made great food and desserts. He didn't like the look on your face but, regardless, put you down to the floor, his hand tugging your strap over your shoulders. His red eyes glazed over your bare chest, but he turned away, walking to that lonely plate of pasta.
"We're going back to sleep after you have your fill." Sylus unwrapped the plate and took a fork, twirling it and taking a bite. The oily, mild tinge of spiciness and Parmesan helped push him awake. He won't deny that the chef was good at his jobâit was even enough for you to sneak out of his bed.
You mounted yourself onto the kitchen island, the cold marble surface cooling the bottom of your thigh. You took the panna cotta, and finally, the creamy and sweet flavor of chocolate and cream exploded in your mouth. Unconsciously, you nodded in approval of the taste.
Quietly, you ate in each other's company, occasionally making small talk. Sylus left the dish in the sink along with the fork, but when he turned to you, your nose was inside the refrigerator again. "Cake roll sliceâŠ" you uttered. The strawberry cake roll looked delicious inside the glass container.
Before you could even reach out to it, the smoke appeared at the very same spot, dragging you away from the fridge. Sylus closed the double-door refrigerator and crossed his arms right in front of you. A clear 'no' was plastered all over his face.
You let out a groan as he dragged you away with the smoky black and red rope around your waist.
When you got back to the bedroom, you expected Sylus to go right back to sleep. But instead, the man pulled a handcuff from underneath his pillow. How and why it was, there was a question you didn't want to ask him. Without another word coming out of his mouth, he chained it to himself and took hold of your wrist.
"No. You're not going toâ"
He latched the real handcuff around your wrists and laid down on the bed, dragging you with him.
"Sleep."
The lights dimmed and flickered off at his word, and you just lay there, staring up at the canopy.
"I guess this is our bedtime routine now," you sighed.
"Sleep," he reiterated.
You seriously have no idea how you put up with this man.
Author footnotes: I also like to sneak out to the kitchen and eat but instead of sylus, It's my mom who sees me and then i get the clothes hanger beat up for staying up late at night lol.
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BETWEEN THE LINES âž» dean winchester
content / dean winchester x fem!reader, hunter!reader, enemies to friends-lovers, bickering, teasing, dean being a lil perv, comfort, fluff, dean being vulnerable, 2.3k words
summary / you and Dean hated eachother, but what if a single night in a shared bed suddenly changes everything? and sudden confessions making you question the dynamics between you two more than ever..
Deanâs Impala rolled to a stop, headlights cutting through the night as he pulled into the lot of a seriously sketchy-looking motel. You glanced at the flickering neon signââMotel Havenââand sighed, trying not to roll your eyes too hard. Classic Dean move.
"Of all the motels, Dean," you muttered, climbing out of baby and slamming the door harder than you intended to.
He walked around the car, his face lighting up with that familiar smug grin. "You don't like my choice in accommodations, sweetheart?"
You shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "You know I hate when you call me that."
"Yeah, I know," he replied with a grin that made you want to slap it right off his face.
You gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to say something that would start an argument you didn't have time for. If it werenât for Bobby literally demanding you two to work together, youâd be counting down the days until you could go back to your solo hunts. But here you were, chasing down reports of a rogue werewolf pack in a small town, stuck working together despite the mutual dislike.
To you Dean Winchester was infuriating, arrogant, and absolutely full of himself. And the worst part? He was damn good at what he did, which only made you dislike him more.
You quickly followed him into the motel office, where the bored-looking clerk barely acknowledged your presence. Dean asked for a room, and after a moment, the clerk handed him a single key.
"Only one room left," the man nagged, sounding as though he couldn't care less. "Double bed."
Dean suppressed a groan and glanced over at you, looking like you might actually punch someone.
Just then your patience snapped. "You've got to be kidding me," you said, voice laced with disbelief. "There's nothing else?"
"Nope," the clerk replied, his monotone voice sending a wave of irritation through you. "Take it or leave it."
Dean shrugged, as if this wasn't the worst news youâd heard all day. He grabbed the key from the counter and turned to you with that insufferable smirk. "Looks like we're bunking together, sweetheart."
You grabbed your bag and stormed out. Just when you thought this job couldnât get worse. The idea of sharing a room with Dean Winchester was already bad enough, but a bed? This was some kind of sick joke.
When you two walked into the room, it was worse than youâd expected. The double bed took up most of the space, leaving little room for anything else. You could feel Dean's eyes on you as you both realized the inevitable.
He was the first to break the silence. "Guess we'll be getting cozy tonight," he said, trying to hide his amusement.
You shot him a sneering glare. "You lay one finger on me, and I'll break it."
Dean just chuckled, tossing his bag onto the bed and kicking off his boots. "Relax, princess. I'll stay on my side."
You wanted to punch him. Instead, you grabbed your bag and headed for the bathroom. Once inside, you shut the door behind you, not realizing that it snapped back just a little, leaving it slightly ajar.
You needed to change into something comfortable and try to ignore the fact that you were about to spend the night in the same bed as the most irritating man youâd ever met.
Dean stretched on the mattress with his hands behind his head, and couldn't help but glance toward the door when he heard you moving around.
Through the slit in the door, he caught a glimpse of you slipping out of your tight jeans and into a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. Your shirt came off next, replaced by a simple tank top that hugged you in ways that made his heart stop. Dean's eyes lingered longer than he intended, drawn to the way your body moved with unconscious grace.
You were still trying to push down the anxiety that was beginning to bubble up inside you. It was just one night. You could handle it. You could handle anything. But you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
That's when you noticed him. But it wasn't until you turned fully and caught his eye through the crack in the door that Dean realized he'd been staring. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly looked away. For a second, you froze, a mix of surprise and something you didn't want to name running through you. Then, annoyance took over.
"Really, Dean?" You said, voice cutting through the silence. You could see the way he flinched, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Didn't think you were that much of a pervert."
Dean's face turned red, and he stammered out some half-baked excuse. "Iâuh, I wasn'tâ"
"Save it," you interrupted, stepping out of the bathroom with a satisfied grin. "You're not as sneaky as you think, Winchester."
He looked so flustered, so unlike his usual cocky self. Dean groaned, cursing himself for getting caught. He could feel his face burning with embarrassment, something that rarely happened to him, and the fact that you were obviously enjoying this only made it worse.
The great Dean Winchester, brought down by a little harmless teasing.
"Oh, this is rich," you continued, unable to resist twisting the knife just a little. "Dean Winchester, the big bad hunter, getting all flustered over a little peek. Who knew you could get so shy?"
Dean's jaw tightened, and you could tell he was struggling to regain his composure. "I wasn't flustered," he mumbled, his voice lacking its usual confidence. "Just surprised, that's all."
"Uh-huh," you replied, letting the moment stretch out just a little longer before finally dropping it. "Sure you were."
You climbed into bed beside him, still grinning, and Dean felt the mattress dip under your weight. The closeness was suddenly overwhelming. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed you beforeâhe had.
You were tough, smart, and definitely attractive. But you were also infuriating, always pushing his buttons, always getting under his skin. So the fact that he was attracted to you only made things more complicated.
Finally getting into bed, you stretched out as much as possible to keep your distance, but it didnât help. The bed was just too small, and you could feel him lying next to you, close enough that it was hard to ignore his presence.
The room fell into silence, which only made the whole situation feel stranger. Trying to ignore him wasnât working, and after a few long minutes, you couldnât hold in the thoughts that had been building up in your head.
"Why do we do this?" You asked, your voice softer than he'd ever heard it.
Dean turned his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. "Do what?"
"This," you said, waving a hand around vaguely. "This life. Hunting. It's dangerous, it's lonely...it's hell, half the time. Why do we keep doing it?"
You havenât meant to ask him that, hadn't even meant to bring it up, but now that the words were out, you couldn't take them back. And somehow, you found yourself genuinely wanting to know his answer.
Dean didn't answer right away. You could see the gears turning in his mind. It was a question he'd asked himself more times than he could count, but hearing it from you somehow made it feel heavier, like the answer actually mattered.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more thoughtful than youâd ever heard it. "Because it's all we know. Because we're good at it. And because if we don't, who will?"
You nodded, considering his words. "Yeah, I guess that's part of it. But sometimes I wonder...what if there's more to life than this? What if we're missing out on something better?"
He turned to face you, his eyes surprisingly gentle. "You think about getting out?"
"Sometimes. But it's not like I have anywhere else to go. This life...it's all I've got."
Dean sighed, and you could tell that he understood exactly what you meant. He definitely knew that feeling all too well. This life had taken over both of you in ways that were hard to explain. And yet, here you were, still in it together.
"It's not all bad," Dean said after a moment, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, you've got me for company, right?"
You rolled your eyes, yet not being able to hold back the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Lucky me."
Both of you fell silent again, but this time it felt different, less tense. Dean could feel the connection between you, something deeper than the constant teasing and bickering that usually defined your relationship. It was like you were finally seeing each other, really seeing each other, for the first time.
Dean hesitated before he shifted. You felt the mattress dip as he moved closer, your body stiffening, not sure what to expect, but then you felt his hand brush against yours under the covers. He expected you to pull away, but you didn't. Then, almost instinctively, you turned your hand over and laced your fingers through his.
The gesture was simple, but it felt like so much more.
"Y/n," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"Yeah?" You whispered back, heart pounding in your chest.
"I know we drive each other crazy," he began, his words slow and genuine. "But...you're a hell of a hunter. And you're tough. And smart. And...I respect the hell out of you, even if it doesn't always seem like it."
His words took you by surprise, and for a moment, you didn't know how to respond. But then you looked at him, really looked at him, you realized that he meant every word.
"I respect you too, Dean," you said quietly. "Even when you're being a cocky bitch sometimes."
He chuckled softly, and you could feel some of the tension in the room fade. "Fair enough."
Both of you stayed like that, hands entwined, a strange but comforting closeness settling between you. In that moment, something shifted. There was still the banter and the usual irritation, but now you saw something deeperâa real connection you hadnât expected.
Eventually, you moved even closer, resting your head on his shoulder. Dean stiffened at first, but then he relaxed, letting himself enjoy the closeness. It wasn't often that he allowed anyone to see this side of him.
And for a moment it was strange how natural it felt to be this close to Dean, the man who had driven you insane since the day you two met. Yet, here you were, enjoying being close to each other.
Your mind drifted back to the hunts you had been on together, the near misses, the arguments, the unspoken tension that always seemed to hang between you. It was easier to keep your walls up, to push each other's buttons instead of admitting that maybe, just maybe, there was something more beneath the surface.
Dean was really letting himself fall into the comfort of your touch, then turned his head slightly to look down at you. "You know," he began, his voice quivering lightly, "you're not alone, y/n. I know it feels like that sometimes. But you've got people who care about you. Bobby, me... Even if we don't always show it."
The sudden sincerity in his words caught you off guard, and you felt a lump form in your throat. You werenât used to this, to hearing someone say they cared about you. It wasn't something that you heard often. But here was Dean, saying the words you hadnât realized you needed to hear.
"Thanks," you whispered, voice thick with emotion. "That means a lot."
Both of you lay in silence, the weight of the words hanging in the air between you. You felt a strange sense of peace settle over you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time. It wasn't just the comfort of being close to someone physically; it was the comfort of knowing that you werenât as alone as you sometimes felt.
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ghoap x reader / 18+ mdni / dark themes / prev here / masterlist
Six thirty in the morning might be your favorite time of day.Â
Itâs the before.
Before anyone else comes in, before the morning rush, before the chime of the front doorâs bell, before the shop is filled with lines of people, before it all upends you.
At six thirty in the morning, you sit in the back, perched on the prep table, with a fresh cup of coffee. You leave the side door open, screen separating you from the world, fresh air mixing with the smell of strawberry basil scones, cinnamon coffee cake and mini kolaches, fruited with whatever jam youâve managed to throw together. Steam rises, semolina spills, the sun dawns, and the world wakes⊠all well after youâve had your breakfast.
This corner of the city is busy, and the shop always hums like a well-oiled machine in the dregs of a rush, the front counter team churning out specialty coffees and teas effortlessly. Itâs cyclical, similar faces every day, morning commuters rushing in and out, locals settling in a nook with their laptops and lattes, people swinging in for a quick bite. You hide in the back, usually, elbow deep in sudsy warm water with your mountain of dishes, answering the occasional shout of 'do we have more of-' and 'just sold the last-'
This morning in particular, cranberry orange scones, pumpkin muffins and mini quiches are the only things left cooling on the speed racks, waiting patiently for their turn to be placed in the display case, an endless cycle of replenishment lasting until the rush dies down, morning fading into afternoon, triple shot monstrosities turning into decaf coffees.Â
Itâs laborious, this routine. Five, six, sometimes seven days a week, going to bed with the sun, rising before it. Your wrists ache from rolling dough, cutting dough, scraping dough. Your back weeps when you lift the bowl from the mixer stand every morning, and your joints fare no better. You need new boots, and new insoles for your new boots, and probably a new standing mat, though you know your boss will never go for it.Â
Youâre tired.
The exhaustion settles into your bones easily today, wearing you down until youâre allowing your eyes to close, wilting atop the butcherâs block-Â
The shop phone rings.Â
You heave yourself down and swing through the double doors to the front, scrambling for the classic corded receiver, nearly fumbling it in your hands.Â
âHello?â Shit. You always forget to answer with the shopâs name. Youâre not exactly the customer facing part of the operation. âGalaxyâs.â You correct and⊠wait.Â
Thereâs no response.Â
You think you can hear someone breathing, something rustling, but itâs too faint and difficult to make out.Â
ââLo?â You try again, but still, thereâs silence. Itâs an unending moment, you on one end⊠who knows what on the other, and you hold your breath, straining to hear, to listen.Â
The line clicks dead in the next second.Â
Odd.Â
The shop girl is chewing gum.Â
Youâve told her a million times not to chew gum when sheâs working the counter, but clearly, sheâs never heard of norovirus, and youâre not the boss, or the owner, so being the broken record only gets you so far.Â
âThereâs someone out front to see you.â She snaps it between her front teeth, and your molars grind together like stone.Â
âWho?â You toss a clean towel on the stainless steel table in the middle of the kitchen with a frown. You donât really get visitors here, most of your friends are in the same industry, and either work the line too late to be up in time to even get coffee somewhere, or are already at work, buried beneath a bain-marie and the never-ending sound of a ticket printer.Â
Thereâs dried, caulked dough caked to your fingers, shoved up underneath your nails, and you brush them self-consciously against the ratty old apron stretched across your waist.Â
The surprise lingers on your tongue, and then explodes when you spot the massive dusky blonde from the other day, the one who was with the guy who split the coffee all over your favorite dress. Heâs too tall, and too broad, and too imposing, everything in your sense of self-preservation screaming at you to run when he notices you approaching, gleam of a predator sparkling in his eyes. Â
Still, somewhere, tucked away, it thrills you, the idea of them, the balancing act, two halves of a whole. Heâs etched from stone, strong and steady, while his partner is saporous, vibrant, and riotous, crystal blue eyes sparkling in the mid-day sun.Â
You wonder what they're like. What they talk about. What they do.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Your skin prickles once you fall into his orbit, immobilized by the molten toffee pooling around his irises. You float for a second, tracing his knifeâs edged jaw, the fullness of his lips, imperfect pieces puzzled together to make a masterpiece, and then crash back to earth quickly, realizing youâre standing in front of him⊠staring.Â
âUh. Hi.â What is he doing here? How did he know where to find you?
âSorry to barge in on you at work.â He starts immediately, wallet appearing from his back pocket like a magic trick. âWanted to make sure we settled up.â Thick fingers hold a folded nest of notes, and you stare down at them, slowly processing what he means.
Cash?Â
âOh, I⊠I have⊠venmo. Or we could use apple pay, you didnât have to come all the-âÂ
âDonât have venmo.â His mouth tilts, and you go with it, head listing to the side like a wayward buoy. âThis is easier.â He pushes it into your hand, peeling your fingers back to enclose the money in your palm, heat sparking up your spine.Â
âHow did you know where I worked?â You blurt, unable to keep it at bay any longer. The question singes, settles uncomfortably in the sparks between you.Â
âSaw you in the back yesterday, when we were in for a cuppa.â Oh. Suspicion sheds, snakeskin left behind on a cold, dusty trail, suspension of disbelief settling in the back of your mind. Sure. After all, this is where you ran into them last week, on your day off. They do come here.Â
âWell. Thanks.âÂ
âItâs our pleasure. Hope the stain came out okay.âÂ
âOh, yeah. Itâs⊠still at the cleaners.â This is absolutely false, but he doesnât need to know that. The spare bills will probably go towards your energy bill, and the ruined dress will go in the trash.Â
It is what it is.Â
âCouldnât help but notice when I was cominâ through the parking lot that the back door is open.â His voice swoops low, dropping into a rumble, and you blink, lips parting.Â
âOh, um y-yeah. I like the breeze.â He shakes his head, a simple rejection, leaving you spinning.Â
âCityâs not the safest right now, yeah?â Oh, yeah. Of course, you knew. Rival factions of organized crime were leaving a red sea of bodies in their wake all over town, a new murder popping up in the headlines nearly every week.Â
But you were safe. You were fine. Galaxyâs had never been stained with the bloody touch of any of them, and you took it as fact. Permanence.Â
You agree reluctantly, watching the storm clouds roil on across his expression before evaporating. You shrug, hands clutched in your apron, doubt and skepticism clear on your face.
His expression shutters. His eyes turn cold. Â Â
His thumb and forefinger dart through the air, latching onto your chin.Â
You freeze. You should tug away, jerk backwards, yell and scream and hiss, but all you can do is stand there, caught in a trap and trembling as he leans forward to murmur in your ear.Â
âLock the door, little doe.âÂ
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I LOVE BAD BITCHES THATâS MY FUCKINâ PROBLEM! áá satosugu x female reader
18+ content, minors or blank blogs don't interact. unestablished relationship, roommate arrangement. bisexual! satosugu, top! suguru + switch! satoru. threesome. humiliation, degradation, dirty talk. m. masturbation. exhibitionism, slight voyeurism. fingering. orgasm control + denial. finger sucking. sloppy makeouts + three at once. oral (f. recieving) + squirting, clit/pussy slapping. riding. double penetration. face sitting. overstimulation. prostate stimulation. accidental love confession during the heat of it all. weirdly happy ending? - rl's established
thank you so much for 1OOO followers you lil freaks divas. this took so much time to write lol, i hope you all see the vision. this work was inspired by this smut audio by augustinthewinter. the link takes you to a re-upload on spotify [for easier listening], and sadly not the audio posted by the original creator. do your part and please support him and his work here <3Â
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youâre pretty sure youâll be fine if you just ignore the tension radiating from your bed behind you.
youâre adjusting your eyeliner in the mirror, a faint smile on your lips, trying to focus on the excitement of the night ahead.
still, the weight of suguruâs silent gaze feels like a steel rod pressing against your back.
every now and then, you catch his reflection in the mirror, arms folded, brow furrowed slightly, watching your every move without saying a word.
and then, of course, satoru comes crashing in, slinging the door open like he owns the place. he practically throws himself onto the bed next to suguru, his excitement bursting out like it usually does.
âhey, hey, what if the three of us got wasted and binged some trashy netflix show? iâm thinking love is blind â oh, wait, youâre ââ he blinks, taking in your outfit.
his voice trails off, and his expression turns from bright to bewildered as he glances from you to suguru, then back again.
âwait, where are you going dressed like that?â
you sigh, knowing thereâs no way youâre escaping this.
âi⊠have a date,â you admit, smoothing out the fabric of your outfit. you catch suguruâs eyes in the mirror, and he raises an eyebrow, his arms still crossed, jaw set tight.
âoh?â suguruâs voice is cool, almost too calm, but thereâs an edge underneath that doesnât escape you.
âdoes he know you live with two men?â
you swallow, fiddling with your hair as you avoid his eyes. âwell⊠no, i mean, it just never came up.â
satoru lets out a low whistle, leaning back on his hands, giving you a once-over thatâs half-impressed, half-amused.
âso youâre planning to let him find out on his own when he walks in here and sees us? thatâs bold.â
you roll your eyes, though you feel your cheeks heat up under their combined scrutiny. âitâs not like that! itâs just⊠i donât know. i didnât think it mattered.â
âdoesnât matter, huh?â suguruâs voice is low, almost a growl, and he stands up, slowly, crossing the room until heâs standing just behind you. heâs close enough that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, his reflection towering over you in the mirror.
âso, whatâs he like?â he asks, voice dripping with an intensity that makes your heart race a little faster.
you open your mouth to respond, but satoruâs laugh cuts you off. âyeah, yeah, tell us! tall, dark, and handsome, or short, plain, and boring?â
you bite back a grin, feeling the tension lighten just slightly with satoruâs teasing. âheâs nice. a gentleman, really. youâd probably like him,â you say, attempting a casual tone, though you can feel suguruâs stare growing sharper.
âa gentleman?â suguru scoffs, his lips curling into a smirk. âthink heâd still be one if he knew you had two roommates watching out for you?â
âmaybe heâd be intimidated,â satoru chimes in, grinning. he gets up from the bed, crossing the room to stand by suguru. âi mean, câmon. anyone would feel the pressure, having to impress not just their date but her two very intimidating roommates.â
âintimidating?â you laugh, glancing between them. âi doubt anyone would find either of you intimidating.â
âoh, so thatâs how it is,â suguru murmurs, stepping even closer, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
âyou think weâre harmless?â
your heart thuds, pulse quickening as he leans in. âyou know i didnât say that,â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.
suguruâs close enough now that you can feel the heat of his body against yours, and thereâs an undeniable thrill that makes your head spin just a bit.
âdo you really think he can keep up with you?â he murmurs, his eyes scanning your face in the mirror. âthink heâs enough?â
you donât answer, mostly because youâre not sure how to.
suguruâs words linger in your mind, twisting in ways that make you hesitate, and you feel satoruâs gaze on you too, a spark of something mischievous and knowing in his expression.
âyou know, it wouldnât kill you to let us meet him,â satoru suggests, his voice a lazy drawl that only adds to the heat building in the room. âjust to make sure heâs, y'know, worth your time.â
you bite your lip, glancing between the two of them in the mirror, feeling the weight of both their gazes, the way their words seem to dig deeper than they should.
âwhy do i feel like the two of you would scare him off?â
âmaybe because we would,â suguru murmurs, his voice like a dark promise. âif heâs not up to standard.â
satoru grins, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
âor maybe we just want to keep you to ourselves.â
your heart skips a beat, and youâre sure your face must be burning.
âyou two are unbelievable,â you manage, trying to laugh it off, though the sound comes out more breathless than youâd like.
you feel your stomach drop the second you realize satoru's got your phone. he'd snatched it up casually, thumb already working its way across the screen, entering your password like he's done it a million times. he lets out a strangled sort of noise as he stares down at the screen, his wide blue eyes taking in whatever he's found with an expression of pure shock.
"uh, what exactly have you been watching here?" satoru barely suppresses a snicker as he holds up the phone for suguru to see.
"âgetting used by my two roommates 'til i canât walk?â really?" he reads the title, drawing out every word in that slow, teasing tone he loves to use. "didnât know you were intoâŠthis."
suguruâs dark eyes flash as he looks from the screen to you. he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in that signature mix of irritation and amusement. "that's why youâve been ignoring us, huh? too busy fantasizing to even tell us you had a date tonight?â
âitâs not â" you start, but suguru's hand is already at your waist, pulling you into his lap, effortlessly pinning you against him. your backâs pressed against his chest, and heâs got you facing the mirror, the smirk in his eyes only growing sharper as he settles you firmly on top of him.
âstay still," suguru murmurs, his voice a low hum, sending a shiver up your spine. "i wanna see you finish your makeup. maybe youâll explain whatâs going on here while you do."
satoru, still grinning, swipes further through your history, leaning closer with a loud, exaggerated gasp. "ohoho, whatâs this? âmy roommates wonât let me leave until iâve begged themâ? suguru, sheâs got a whole list of âem!â
âtell me, sweetheart,â suguruâs voice drips with mock sweetness, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âare you disappointed itâs only a video?â
you try to fight the blush threatening to paint your cheeks, attempting to focus on your eyeliner, but his hand at your hip keeps your body flush against him, heat radiating off him in waves. âyou know i didnât⊠itâs just a video, okay?â
âjust a video, huh?â suguruâs thumb strokes your waist, and you catch his intense gaze in the mirror, dark and heavy-lidded, roaming over every flustered inch of your face. âdonât act so innocent.â
satoru snickers, flipping through more tabs on your phone. âso, when were you planning on telling this poor date of yours that youâve got two guys in the apartment with you? two very protective guys, at that?â
âsatoru ââ
ânah, âs cute.â satoru gives a little shrug, glancing at suguru with a grin. âshe thinks she can just go on some little date and come home without us findin' out what she's been doin'.â
suguruâs grip tightens, forcing you to keep your gaze fixed in the mirror as he presses his lips close to your ear, voice low and dangerously smooth. âyou like being watched that badly, huh? well, iâll make sure you donât even get a chance to squirm.â
youâre struggling to focus, trying to keep your hand steady as you bring the eyeliner back to your lash line, but itâs almost impossible with suguruâs iron grip keeping you firmly on his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you might escape at any second. his breath skims against the back of your neck, and he chuckles softly each time your hand trembles, knowing full well what he's doing to you.
meanwhile, satoruâs barely holding it together on the edge of the bed, and heâs not even trying to hide it. heâs got one hand slowly working his dick over his pants, the other still gripping your phone as he reads off your search history, letting out a low, exaggerated groan between words.
âletâs see⊠âgetting absolutely used by my two roommatesââŠâ satoru moans out the title, every word slipping from his lips laced with a mix of teasing and raw need.
his eyes flicker over to you, heavy-lidded, a wicked smirk creeping onto his face. ây'know, you couldâve just asked, sweetheart.â
you shift in suguru's lap instinctively, your body craving some kind of friction, some release for the ache pooling between your legs. but his hold only tightens, hands splaying over your thighs to keep you completely still.
âwhat do you think youâre doing?â suguruâs voice is low, dangerous, his gaze dark as he watches you through the mirror. âi told you to keep still. or do you need a reminder of whoâs in control here?â
the demand in his tone leaves no room for defiance, but your pulse quickens, the heat radiating from his chest pressing into your back as he keeps you locked against him. you bite down on your lip, doing everything you can to keep yourself composed, but your voice comes out in a breathy whisper. "s-suguru⊠please, i just â"
ââplease,â huh? sounds like youâre already begging,â he murmurs, lips grazing the curve of your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation straight to your cunt. his fingers trail lightly over your hips, teasing, but keeping you pinned firmly in place.
âbut begging isnât going to get you what you want tonight.â
satoru lets out a soft laugh, the sound melting into a quiet groan as he slips his hand into his pants, finally giving himself the relief heâs been aching for. âoh, donât worry, i think sheâs getting everything she wanted, alright,â he says between breaths, his eyes flickering between you and suguru with that playful glint that drives you wild.
he jerks himself slowly, deliberately, his breath catching as he reads off another title from your history, voice turning breathy as his hand works himself harder.
âthis oneâs good⊠âroommate makes me sit still while i drip for him.â god, youâve got a real filthy mind, donât cha?â
your cheeks burn as you try to keep your gaze fixed on your reflection, hands shaking as you lift the mascara wand, desperate for some semblance of normalcy. but your efforts are futile, every word they throw at you stoking the heat building in your cunt, making it harder and harder to focus.
âdonât worry, sweetheart,â suguruâs voice is a rough whisper, his lips curling into a smirk as he catches your gaze in the mirror. âweâre just giving you what youâve been craving all along.â
satoruâs moans fill the room, breath hitching each time his hand slides down his dick, the rhythm picking up as his eyes darken with lust. heâs not even hiding his arousal anymore, not holding back, his gaze burning as he watches the two of you in the mirror.
âcâmon, 'guru, stop teasin' her. hike up that damn dress, letâs see what sheâs hiding under there.â
suguruâs eyes meet yours in the mirror, the glint in them both dangerous and amused. he moves slowly, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch, fingers brushing over your thighs, making your skin tingle as he exposes more of you. he lets out a quiet hum of approval as he tugs your dress up to your waist, leaving you sitting there, fully exposed, save for the thin fabric of your panties.
âthese are cute,â suguru murmurs, voice low and teasing as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, letting them fall to the floor. he lets his hand trail back up, grazing the inside of your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation. âdonât even think about moving, sweetheart. if you mess up your makeup, âm stopping.â
you swallow hard, nodding, feeling your pulse throb as his fingers dip lower, brushing against your already-sensitive clit. the touch is feather-light, almost too soft, and it leaves you aching for more.
satoru groans from the bed, his hand moving faster as he watches you, his reflection in the mirror every bit as unrestrained as his tone. âthatâs it, sugu'. make her beg. let her feel what sheâs been fantasizing about this whole time.â
you force yourself to focus on your blush, lifting the brush to your cheeks, trying to keep your hand steady even as suguruâs fingers start moving in slow, deliberate circles against your clit. the pleasure sparks through you, making it nearly impossible to concentrate, and you can feel your cheeks burning, your breathing quickening with every movement of his hand.
âs-sugu⊠please⊠donât stop,â you manage, voice barely more than a whisper, laced with desperation as you fight to keep your grip on the brush. âplease⊠iâll do anything.â
he chuckles, low and taunting, leaning closer to your ear, his fingers pressing down just a little harder. âthen keep your hands steady, doll. if you want me to keep goin', you better not mess this up.â
but itâs useless; between suguruâs teasing touch and satoruâs moans filling the room, your hands are already trembling, and the brush slips, leaving a streak of blush too high on your cheek, too heavy, ruining the carefully crafted look youâd been working on.
suguru notices instantly, his eyes narrowing, a mocking smirk on his lips as he catches your mistake in the mirror.
âwell, look at that. canât even follow simple instructions, can you?â he tsks, pulling his fingers away, leaving you aching, desperate, empty.
ân-no, sugu, please ââ you stammer, voice raw with need, looking at him through the mirror, eyes pleading. âplease, iâll fix it, i swear. just donât stop, please⊠i need it, i need you ââ
satoru laughs, still stroking himself, his voice thick with pleasure as he watches you beg. âsheâs real desperate for it, 'ruru. look at her, practically falling apart from just a little teasing.â
suguruâs gaze is unyielding, his smirk growing as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. âthen maybe you shouldâve tried harder to keep still,â he murmurs, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. "maybe i should let you sit here and watch instead. see what happens when you donât listen.â
your heart pounds, every nerve in your body on fire, and youâre barely even thinking when you grab his wrist, pulling his hand back to where you need him most.
âplease, suguru,â you beg, voice thick with desperation. âiâll do anything⊠iâll fix it, just⊠please touch me. donât leave me like this.â
satoruâs groans are growing louder, filling the room with the heat of his breathy, drawn-out moans as he watches the scene unfolding in the mirror.
âyeah, sugu',â he mutters, hand working faster over his dick, his eyes trained on your reflection. âspread those pretty folds f'me. lemme see her fall apart.â
without a momentâs hesitation, suguruâs fingers grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider, baring you completely in front of the mirror, his hand moving down to part your slick folds with calculated ease. you gasp, your cheeks burning as you take in the sight â your own reflection, flushed and needy, legs open, your slick glistening in the low light. suguruâs eyes flick to the mirror, catching your gaze, smirking as he takes in the mess youâre making on his lap.
âlook at that,â suguru murmurs, voice low and edged with satisfaction. his fingers slip between your folds, gathering the wetness thatâs been dripping down onto him, his smirk only deepening as he holds his slick-coated fingers up in the mirror, showing you just how worked up you are. âyouâre soaking me, sweetheart. did you really expect me to stay calm with you squirming like this?â
âs-suguâŠâ you whimper, feeling yourself clench as his fingers dance between your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what youâre aching for. every brush of his skin against yours sends another wave of heat through you, and your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted in silent desperation.
âsuch a messy girl,â he continues, pressing a single finger into you, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch as he slides in. âthis what you wanted? to end up spread open, on display for us?â
you can barely form words, your mind hazy with need, hips instinctively rolling against his hand despite his warning to stay still. âyes⊠yes, pleaseâŠâ
satoruâs moans grow louder as he watches you, the slick sound of his hand stroking himself filling the room. âfuck, look at her, suguru,â he pants, voice thick with arousal. âall pretty 'n desperate, just like sheâs been dreaming about.â his eyes fall shut, his hand moving faster as he chases his high, the sight of you enough to send him over the edge. his hips jerk forward as he cums, his body trembling, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips as he rides out his release.
suguru only smirks, his gaze never leaving your reflection, watching your every reaction with a dark, predatory satisfaction. âsee that?â he murmurs, his fingers moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to let you cum.
âeven satoru couldnât keep himself together, and here you are, makin' a mess all over my lap.â he chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. âtell me, sweetheart, did you really think i wouldnât get turned on by seeing you like this? so desperate, so needy?â
âi⊠i didnât thinkâŠâ you stammer, the words catching in your throat as his finger curls inside you, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars.
âdidnât think?â suguruâs voice is a low, dangerous hum, his other hand slipping up to wrap lightly around your throat, holding you firmly in place. âthen maybe you shouldâve thought a little harder.â
satoru practically stumbles forward, his legs still shaky, breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as he moves closer. heâs got that pleading look in his eyes, the one thatâs rare, the one that only comes out when heâs truly desperate. resting his head against suguruâs shoulder, he lets out a soft, shuddering breath, voice low and needy as he murmurs, âsuguru⊠let me taste her. please.â
suguruâs lips curl into a smirk, clearly reveling in the control he holds over both of you. he doesnât respond right away, just looks at you through the mirror, dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more possessive.
âhear that, sweetheart?â he murmurs, dipping his fingers back between your folds, swirling them slowly, thoroughly, gathering every bit of slick as he teases you with languid strokes. âeven satoru canât resist you.â
you gasp, body shivering as his fingers press against you, teasing the sensitive spot that has you arching in his lap, barely able to keep your head straight. suguruâs hand is relentless, moving with a torturous slowness that leaves you aching, dripping, clinging to the last bit of control you have left.
then, with deliberate care, suguru pulls his fingers back, coated in your slick, and holds them up in front of satoruâs lips, his gaze hard and commanding. âgo on, then. taste her.â
satoruâs eyes darken with unrestrained hunger as he stares at suguruâs fingers, coated with the evidence of your arousal. without hesitation, he parts his lips, leaning in to take suguruâs fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks gently, his tongue swirling around suguruâs fingers, tasting you fully. he moans, soft and low, savoring the taste, his body shuddering as he licks every trace of slick from suguruâs skin, desperate, greedy.
âfuck, she tastes so good,â he murmurs, voice thick, almost reverent, as he licks his lips, leaning in closer to you, his gaze heated. âdidnât know you could be this sweet.â
suguru chuckles softly, watching satoru with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, his fingers finding their way back between your folds, slipping in with ease, now even more eager to tease you, to push you right to the edge and keep you there.
âwell, you heard him, sweetheart. seems like weâre both a little addicted to you,â he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety taunt, his breath hot against your ear. âyouâd better get used to this â having both of us right where you want us. or, should i say, right where we want you?â
youâre lost in the haze of it all, every shred of control slipping as you feel yourself practically begging, voice breaking with need. âplease, sugu⊠'toru⊠i need⊠just, please, do something â anything,â you gasp, head tilting back, completely vulnerable under their gaze. "can't take it anymore."
satoruâs hand slips around suguruâs shoulder, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to suguruâs neck, lips brushing against his skin as he murmurs, âcâmon, sugu, donât be so mean to her.â he lets his teeth graze just slightly, a playful nip thatâs more coaxing than demanding. âjust look at her, desperate for us, dripping all over you. canât you give her a little taste of what sheâs been begging for?â
suguruâs gaze flickers between you and satoru, a dark smile on his lips, but you can see the way his resolve begins to soften under satoruâs coaxing. his grip loosens just enough, giving you a chance to scramble up, your legs feeling like jelly as he finally lets you go. he stands, smirking down at you with a hunger that makes you shiver, and gestures for you to sit back on satoruâs lap.
the vanity chair feels cold beneath you, but the warmth of satoruâs chest pressed against your back is intoxicating, his hands coming down to rest on your thighs, spreading them apart. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, âthaaatâs it, baby, open up for sugu. let him see how pretty you are.â
you whimper as you feel suguruâs fingers trailing up your inner thigh, eyes locked on cunt as he kneels down between your legs, his gaze dark and unyielding, filled with that same possessive hunger youâve come to crave. his hands settle on your thighs, tugging you just a bit closer, his grip firm as he lowers his head, placing a kiss right against your aching, dripping pussy.
satoruâs grip tightens on your thighs, keeping them spread, his lips brushing against your ear. âlook at you, such a messy lil' thing. bet you never thought weâd be the ones to make you this needy, hm?â his voice is a low murmur, taunting yet sweet, driving you to the edge with every word. âjust let suguru take care of you⊠let him taste allll that sweetness youâve been saving just for us.â
âoh god⊠please,â you breathe, voice breaking as suguruâs tongue flicks against your perky clit, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through you. he works with a deliberate intensity, his mouth moving in slow, tantalizing circles, teasing you, pushing you higher and higher, until you can barely think, every nerve alight with sensation.
âthaaaatâs right, just like that,â satoru murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter, keeping you spread wide open as he watches suguru devour you. âsuch a pretty lil' thing, all laid out for us⊠makin' a mess just for him.â his hand moves up, sliding around to your chest, fingers grazing over your nipples as he leans in close, lips brushing against your neck. âthink you can take more? think you can handle everything we want to do to you?â
suguruâs mouth moves with more intensity now, his tongue pressing harder, faster, flicking over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. his fingers slip inside you, curling just right, hitting that spongey spot that has you arching back against satoru, your voice breaking into a desperate, breathless moan.
âyouâre so close, arenât you?â satoru coos, his tone almost mocking, a playful edge to it as he watches your every reaction in the mirror. âlook at you, falling apart so easily. gonna make such a pretty mess, arenât cha?â
suguruâs fingers pump into you, his tongue swirling, flicking, his movements pushing you to that razorâs edge. his grip on your thighs tightens as he feels you tremble, his own hunger growing as he devours you with an almost feral intensity. "come on," he growls against you, his voice low, sending vibrations through you. "cum for us, show us how much you need it."
and thatâs all it takes â his fingers curling inside you, his mouth pressing down, sending you spiraling over the edge as you cry out, back arching, body quivering as your orgasm crashes over you. you feel yourself let go, shuddering in their hold, leaving you breathless, a mess on satoruâs lap as suguru keeps working you through it, lapping up every bit of your sweet cum, refusing to let you come down easily.
âthere you go,â satoru murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction as he keeps you spread wide, watching you come undone, helpless and completely at their mercy. âsuch a good girl⊠makin' a mess for us like that.â
suguru pulls back slowly, a smug grin plastered on his face, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. he chuckles lowly, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he wipes a bit off his face with the back of his hand, though not nearly enough to hide what heâs done to you.
âlook at that,â he taunts, giving you a mockingly impressed look. âmade ya squirt allll over my face. you just couldnât help yourself, could you? such a messy little thingâŠâ he trails off, licking his lips as if savoring every last taste.
you feel heat rush to your face, a needy whimper slipping from your lips as you squirm in satoruâs lap. âdonât⊠donât say it like that,â you mumble, your voice trembling, though thereâs no denying how much his words affect you. you canât hide how badly youâre still aching, the intense wave of arousal making you want more, despite the fact that you just came, and squirted, at that.
satoruâs hands roam along your thighs, holding you tight, his lips curved into a playful grin as he leans forward, his mouth hovering close to suguruâs. âshe did a number on ya, huh?â he says, eyes gleaming with delight as he catches sight of the slick coating suguruâs chin.
without missing a beat, satoru closes the gap, his lips capturing suguruâs in a deep, messy kiss, tasting you on him, savoring it. he moans softly, the sound low and teasing, his tongue exploring with unrestrained enthusiasm as he presses closer.
the sight of them kissing, sharing your taste, is almost too much to bear. you canât stop the whimper that escapes you, a sound so needy it leaves you breathless. âdonât leave me out,â you plead, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. âplease⊠i wantâŠâ
they both pull back, a wicked grin spreading across satoruâs face as he looks down at you, his thumb brushing your lip in a slow, taunting motion. âoh, sooo needy, arenât cha?â he purrs, enjoying every bit of your desperation. âwell, we canât just ignore a request like that, can we, sugu?â
ânot at all,â suguru murmurs, his voice low and filled with mischief as he moves closer, settling back down in front of you. he places his hands on your thighs, his fingers curling possessively as he draws nearer. âc'mon, sweetheart. letâs make it a little messier, just how like you like it.â
satoruâs hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in as his lips brush against yours, just close enough to make your pulse race. suguruâs hand finds its way to your cheek, and in a moment, the three of you come together in a heated, breathless kiss. your lips meet satoruâs first, his mouth soft but demanding, as suguruâs lips slide over yours from the other side, his taste mingling with the lingering remnants of your own cum. itâs dizzying, overwhelming, the way they both claim you, tongues slipping against yours, tasting, exploring, hands holding you in place as if you might slip away.
âyou taste so damn good,â suguru whispers against your lips between kisses, his voice hoarse, filled with a dark satisfaction. he pulls you back into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours before satoruâs slips in, joining the two of you, the three of you completely lost in each other.
âbet you never thought yaâd end up like this, huh?â satoru teases, voice a breathy murmur as his lips trail down to your jaw, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that have you arching closer to him. âon my lap, our pretty little thing, squirmin' and desperate for both of us.â
suguru lets out a quiet sigh, and you can see the strain of impatience tightening his jaw as he kneels in front of you and satoru, his brow furrowed in something halfway between a pout and a scowl. heâs letting you and satoru indulge and draw things out, but his patienceâ impressive as it is â seems to be fraying at the edges.
âlook at you two,â he murmurs, a dry chuckle slipping out. âhave your fun, make your mess, and where does that leave me?â his gaze flickers between you and satoru, voice low and pointed. âjust standing here, waiting, like a good little bystander?â
âoh, poor suguru,â satoru teases, his hand running soothingly down your back as he shifts you on his lap. âyouâve been so patient, havenât you? just watching and⊠wanting?â satoruâs lips twitch in a smirk, his fingers curling against your hip as if making a show of it for suguruâs benefit.
suguruâs eyes narrow slightly, his usual calm slipping into something darker. âpatience only goes so far, satoru,â he mutters, tone thick with frustration. âyou two get to cum like a bunch of damn teenagers, but where does that leave me?â
you reach out, voice soft, feeling a pang of guilt. âsuguru⊠donât be mad.â you give him a small smile, tugging him closer. âwe didnât forget about you.â
satoru grins, pulling suguru even closer. âyeah, donât worry, weâre all yours now. what do you want, hmm?â his voice drops, playful but inviting, his hand resting on suguruâs shoulder.
suguruâs hand reaches out to cup your chin, thumb tracing along your jaw as he finally, slowly, allows himself to smile. âmaybe,â he says, voice soft but firm, âyou both owe me a little something for waiting so long. iâve put up with enough teasing.â
satoru chuckles, sharing a look with you before looking back at suguru. âoh, we can more than make it worth the wait, canât we?â
suguruâs eyes glint with that familiar authority as he finally straightens up, standing up and crossing the room with calm, measured steps. his gaze flickers between you and satoru, a quiet command already forming in his dark, focused eyes. he looks pointedly at satoru, a hint of impatience underscoring his words.
âsatoru,â he says, his voice low and firm, âtake her to the bed. itâs about time you two put in some work.â
satoruâs eyes light up with a mischievous gleam, and he scoops you up, one arm slipping under your knees as he gently lifts you, carrying you to the bed without a secondâs hesitation.
he sets you down on the bed, hands lingering on your waist as he leans in close, his gaze warm but teasing. suguru settles back in the chair by your vanity, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate slowness as he watches, amusement flickering in his eyes. thereâs a clear expectation in his expression, a silent reminder that heâs still in control here.
âdonât let me down now, satoru,â suguru says, his voice rich with authority, his gaze unwavering. âshow me exactly how well you can follow instructions.â
suguru exhales sharply, eyes narrowing as he watches you and satoru with a simmering impatience. his jaw tightens as he pushes down his waistband in one swift motion, freeing himself with a low, restrained groan as his hand wraps around his dick, stroking slowly, his gaze heavy and fixed on the two of you.
âdonât just sit there,â he says, his tone edged with authority. âif youâre so set on putting on a show, then do it right. make it worth my while.â
satoru grins, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he glances at you, his fingers tracing down your arm before he pulls you close, his voice a low murmur against your ear.
âguess weâd better make him happy, hmm?â he teases, hands resting on your hips as he guides you down onto his dick, his touch both reassuring and charged with excitement. âdonât want to disappoint, do we?â
you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but thereâs a thrill in being watched, knowing suguruâs eyes are glued to every little move you make. your hands grip satoruâs shoulders, and he chuckles, encouraging you as you settle in him, letting yourself get lost in the moment.
âthatâs it,â suguru murmurs, his tone dark with satisfaction. âshow me how eager you are.â
you can feel satoruâs grip tighten, his breath hitching as you begin to move, finding a rhythm together. satoruâs hands roam along your waist, his voice filled with playful heat as he whispers, âkeep going, just like that. let him see how good you are.â
suguru laughs, a low, mocking sound as he sits back, continuing to jerk himself off, his dark gaze fixed on you, unrelenting. âpathetic. you think you deserve to be taken out and treated sweetly?â he scoffs, eyes narrowing. âyouâve got two men right here who know exactly what you need, and you were gonna settle for some monkey? thatâs adorable.â
the humiliation sinks in, burning hot under your skin as suguruâs words echo in your head. you try to keep your focus, to follow each command as satoruâs hands guide your movements, urging you to grind down on him, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers filthy encouragements that send shivers down your spine.
âcome on pretty, donât look at him, look at me,â satoru murmurs, fingers pressing into the tender flesh of your hips, directing you with a firm, possessive touch. âthaaatâs it. show him who you really belong to.â
your hands tremble as you cling to satoruâs shoulders, eyes flicking back and forth between him and suguru, whoâs watching with that insatiable hunger in his eyes, his own hand moving lazily along his dick, strokes slow, deliberate, just enough to keep himself on the edge as he observes every humiliating, vulnerable moment between you and satoru.
âgod, you look so pathetic right now,â suguru sneers, his voice thick with disdain, though his eyes glint with barely contained desire. âtears in your eyes, desperate to please us. tell me, was this what you were hoping for? were you just pretending to go on that date so weâd punish you? is that it?â
ân-no, i⊠i just thoughtâŠâ the words choke in your throat as you feel satoruâs hand slide up to grip the back of your neck, his touch both comforting and possessive, holding you in place, forcing you to look into suguruâs intense gaze as he studies every quiver of your lips, every tear that spills over.
âdonât lie to us,â suguru snaps, and the sheer authority in his voice sends a thrill through you, leaving you helpless as you try to keep your rhythm on satoruâs lap, your body caught between the need to please them both and the overwhelming shame of being so exposed, so vulnerable under their scrutiny.
âyouâre lucky âm lettin' him touch you first,â suguru continues, voice low, his hand moving faster now, breaths coming in harsher pants as his own arousal intensifies. âlucky iâm not dragging you over here and showing you what real punishment feels like. maybe then youâd think twice about pulling a stunt like this again.â
âi⊠iâm sorry,â you whimper, the apology tumbling out without thought, the words desperate, choked as you try to meet suguruâs unyielding gaze, wanting so badly to appease him, to make up for even the idea of going anywhere without them. satoruâs grip tightens, his hands moving with a rougher urgency, guiding your hips faster, harder against him as he murmurs praises, teasing promises against your neck.
âyeah? youâre sorry, huh?â suguru taunts, leaning forward, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. âthen prove it. show me how sorry you are by doing exactly what we tell you â no hesitation. make me believe youâd do anything to keep us happy.â
ây-yes, suguruâŠâ you whisper, cheeks burning with shame as you follow satoruâs guidance, riding him just the way he wants, feeling every inch of him pressing into you, the tension building with each movement, each lewd sound that fills the room.
âgood girl,â suguru breathes, eyes dark, satisfaction evident as he watches you, his strokes quickening, matching the pace of your desperate motions, his gaze unwavering, fixed on the sight of you breaking down, surrendering completely to their control. âmaybe this will teach you who you really belong to.â
satoruâs grip on your waist tightens with each roll of your hips, his smirk stretching wider as he watches you struggle to keep pace, his cock stretching you until your thighs tremble. your own voice, hoarse and raw, betrays you with every sound that slips free, the room filled with your desperate, incoherent whimpers.
but itâs suguru who keeps that edge of humiliation sharp, his fingers finding every weak spot, every place that makes you melt and squirm as he's behind you.
âcâmmon, sweetheart,â suguru murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension as his fingers pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. the roughness makes you gasp, your body arching as you try to focus, but his low chuckle tells you he knows just how close to breaking you really are.
âthought you wanted to go out and be wined and dined, hm? but look at you,â he taunts, his words hitting deeper than any touch could. âacting like a little masochist, practically begging for more. âm not even sure you remember whoâs inside you right now, or are you just too dumb on âtoruâs cock to care?â
âs-sugu⊠iâi can⊠iâm ââ your words stumble, dissolve, lost in a gasp as his fingers come down with a sharp slap! against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes your whole body shiver. itâs overwhelming, cruel, but thereâs no denying how much you crave it - the brutal control, the way they push you further, faster, until all you can do is hold on.
âoh, i think you like it, babe,â satoru teases, his tone dripping with that cocky assurance as he watches your dazed expression. âsee, youâre taking everything weâre givin' you, even that little ache in your hips. youâre just gonna keep goin', arenât cha?â
ây-yes⊠anything⊠iâll⊠i can â i can take it,â you pant, voice catching as you meet suguruâs dark eyes, filled with that familiar, ruthless amusement. he doesnât stop, doesnât let up, his touch unyielding as he pinches your nipples again, harder this time, watching with satisfaction as your face contorts with a mix of pleasure and pain.
âyeah? then prove it,â suguru breathes, his voice low, daring, as his fingers slide back down to flick against your swollen clit with a relentless pace. âshow me how much you can handle. if youâre gonna be ours, then youâd better keep up.â
itâs cruel, itâs overwhelming, but that edge of that masochistic thrill surges through you as you sink deeper, surrendering to every brutal, delicious touch, loving it more than you could ever admit.
satoruâs grip on you falters, barely able to register when suguru thrusts into you from behind, satoru's hands gripping your waist like a lifeline as he tries to steady both of you under the sudden, relentless rhythm. the shock jolts through your whole body, forcing a strangled moan from your lips as youâre practically bounced between them, your mind barely keeping up with the intensity. itâs messy, overwhelming, the slickness of your bodies pressed together, every nerve ending alight.
âyou little slut,â suguru snarls, voice rough and dark, his grip bruising as he slams into you, barely giving you a moment to adjust. âthought you could keep me out of this? thought âtoru could have you all to himself? what a selfish bastard,â he sneers, throwing a mocking glance at satoru, whoâs panting beneath you, just as helpless as you, his own words failing him in the haze of pleasure.
satoruâs only response is a choked groan, his nails digging into your skin as heâs forced deeper inside you with every brutal thrust from suguru. âf-fuck⊠yeah⊠yeah, youâre right, sugu,â he manages to gasp out, voice strained. âshouldâve⊠shouldâve let you have her from the start, huh?â
his words are broken, barely coherent, but the way his hips buck up to meet you makes it clear just how much heâs losing himself in the feeling, in the sight of you completely overwhelmed between the two of them. his eyes lock onto yours, desperation painted across his face as he breathes, âwhoâs making you feel better, huh, baby? tell us⊠tell us whoâs got you like this.â
the question leaves you reeling, mind scrambling to answer as every thrust sends sparks down your spine, your body caught in the unyielding rhythm of their touch, their words. the overwhelming intensity builds, cresting higher and higher until you canât even find the words, canât think of anything but the way theyâre both consuming you whole.
and when suguruâs fingers snake down to rub at your clit with punishing pressure, it sends you spiraling over the edge, your vision going white as your whole body clenches, shuddering violently. your orgasm crashes over you, raw and uncontrollable, soaking both of them as you shake, lost in the haze of pleasure that drowns out everything else.
âoh, fuuuck, yeaah⊠thatâs it,â suguru growls, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watches you cum, his thrusts not slowing, his hand digging into your hips with renewed force. âknew youâd come apart like this, just needed a little push. pathetic, arenât you? look at you, makin' a mess all over us.â
satoru moans, his own hips thrusting up as he feels your cum coat his dick, his eyes half-lidded, dazed. but before you can even catch your breath, satoruâs hands are already pulling you down, his grip firm as he positions you above him, eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.
âoh, you thought you were done, sweetheart?â he taunts, a devilish grin spreading across his face. ânah, youâre not getting off that easy.â
he drags you forward, forcing you to settle over his mouth as he takes a loonnng, deliberate lick, his tongue swirling over your already sensitive folds. a sharp, keening whine escapes your lips as the overstimulation makes your head spin, hands scrambling to grip the headboard as you try to find any bit of balance.
âfuck, youâre so sensitive,â satoru groans against you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder. âcan feel you shakin', baby. whatâs wrong? thought you could handle us?â
âsato â please,â you gasp, the plea spilling from your lips as his mouth works you over, his tongue relentless, flicking and sucking until youâre trembling, barely able to hold yourself up.
âoh, youâre just greedy, arenât cha?â suguruâs voice comes from behind, mocking yet laced with desire as he steps up, his hands pressing down on your back, pinning you against satoruâs mouth as he positions himself against your other roommate. âactin' like a needy little thing⊠and leaving me to finish off while you get all comfy on âtoruâs face?â
satoru lets out a muffled moan, and you realize suguruâs not just watching â heâs lining himself up against satoru, pushing inside with a sharp thrust that makes satoruâs body jerk beneath you, his hands digging harder into your thighs as heâs sandwiched against you both.
âfuck, suguru,â satoru moans, his voice coming out muffled as he keeps his mouth firmly latched onto you, his grip tightening as his body shivers with every thrust suguru gives him.
âgod, 'toru, youâre so desperate,â suguru sneers, picking up a ruthless pace, each thrust making satoruâs tongue press deeper against you, pushing you closer to another orgasm despite the aching overstimulation that has you seeing stars. âyouâre always actin' like a greedy little perv⊠canât even let me have her to myself without gettin' ya share, huh?â
satoruâs hands move to grab your waist, pulling you closer, nearly burying his face in your sloppy pussy as he lets out a choked, needy whine against you. âc-canât help it⊠shit, ya feel so good,â he gasps, voice muffled and broken, his breath warm against your swollen folds as his tongue presses deeper, eager and desperate. âtaste s'sweet, baby⊠canât get enough.â
youâre practically sobbing by now, your hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white as you rock against his face, feeling the pleasure climb with each swirl of his tongue, each brush of his lips. âi⊠i canât⊠too much, satoru, please ââ
âoh, youâre not going anywhere,â suguru growls, his hand coming up to push between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch as he ruts into satoru, the sharp rhythm making you jolt with each movement. âyouâre gonna stay right here and take it, just like the little slut you are, yeah? donât pretend you donât love it.â
satoruâs moans grow louder, more desperate, as heâs thrust into over and over, the pleasure and intensity breaking him down as his grip on you tightens, his mouth working you over with fervor, almost as if heâs trying to drown himself in you.
âwhoâs makin' ya feel good, huh?â suguru taunts, his voice dark and rough as he keeps up his pace, driving satoruâs face further against you with every thrust. âtell me whoâs got you fallin' apart like this.â
ây-you both â oh god, both of you, please ââ you stammer, your voice breaking as your thighs shake, every nerve alight, each stroke of satoruâs tongue pushing you closer until youâre lost, another orgasm overtaking you, spilling over like a flood that leaves you sobbing, spent, and completely theirs.
caught between suguru and satoru, the pleasure swells in waves, overtaking you so completely that words blur into desperate confessions, spilling out between gasps and shudders.
âl-love you⊠both of you, so much,â you babble, the sincerity threaded with breathless need, and itâs enough to push them over the edge.
satoruâs groans vibrate against you as he holds your hips, fighting to keep focus on your pleasure even as suguruâs relentless hand brings him to his own breaking point. he tries to keep his mouth steady, his tongue still teasing over you, but heâs undone, bucking helplessly, gasping, âshit⊠suguru, i ââ
âyou like this, donât you?â suguru sneers, his voice thick with both pride and satisfaction as he thrusts into satoru. âcanât even take your eyes off her, even while i'm inside you,â he taunts, his words making even satoru flush. âlook at you both, so desperate, so damn needy.â
satoru lets out a strangled moan, his body tensing as he comes, his release coating his own stomach as suguruâs hand jerks him through it. satoruâs head tilts back, eyes half-lidded with dazed pleasure, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lets himself fall into the sensation, never breaking contact with you.
the combination of their sounds, suguruâs deep, satisfied groans as he spills into satoru, satoruâs quiet, shuddering gasps beneath you, and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your own body, sends you tumbling into your third - or was it fourth? - climax. itâs dizzying, consuming, leaving you boneless, shaking, barely holding onto the headboard as the last tremors run through you.
satoru is quick to catch you, his strong arms guiding you down to rest, his mouth softening from its earlier intensity as he places gentle kisses against your thighs. âya good, sweetheart?â he murmurs, his tone tender, grounding you with a warm smile as he brushes damp strands of hair from your face.
âyeah⊠just, totally spent,â you mumble, a laugh slipping out as you relax into his hold. suguru settles beside you, his hand stroking soothing circles on your back, his gaze softened from its earlier sharpness.
âgood girl,â suguru praises, his voice quiet now, full of affection as he pulls a blanket over you. âtook everything we gave you⊠weâre proud of you.â his lips brush your forehead, and for a moment, thereâs only warmth, only the steady rise and fall of your breaths.
you snuggle between them, letting out a contented sigh. âoh, by the way, umâŠâ you start, a sheepish pout forming, âthere wasnât actually a date tonight.â
thereâs a beat of silence before satoru bursts into laughter, his hands coming up to cover his face as he leans back, groaning.
âare you serious?â he scoffs, shaking his head. âwe did all that because you made up some story?â
suguru smirks, though thereâs a hint of amusement in his eyes as he leans close, tugging you gently by the chin so youâre looking right at him. âyouâre a cheeky little thing, arenât you?â he murmurs, voice low with amusement. âbut youâre ours now, so thereâs no need to make up stories to get our attention.â
âunlessâŠâ satoru teases, his eyes glinting mischievously. âyou just like getting us all riled up.â he taps your nose, chuckling as he pulls you back against him, letting you rest in his embrace.
you let out a soft giggle, feeling safe, cherished, utterly at ease. satoru's arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against him as his laughter bubbles up, muffled by your hair.
"oh, yeah," he snickers, his voice low and teasing, "guess weâre a trio now, huh? what, you didnât think itâd get official after all that?â
suguru huffs a laugh, his hand resting comfortably on your hip as he leans in, eyes glinting with that familiar mix of amusement and mischief. âour little trio, huh?â he murmurs, his tone somehow both affectionate and playful. âand here i thought youâd keep us on our toes a little longer.â
you look up at them both, cheeks still warm, lips swollen from all the breathless kisses, and you canât help the laugh that spills out of you. âso thatâs it, huh? iâm stuck with you two now?â
âstuck?â satoru grins, his voice full of mock offense. âyou better be thrilled to be our third, princess. you know how hard it was to keep this oneâ â he tilts his head at suguru, whose smirk only grows â "from swooping in first?â
suguru chuckles, rolling his eyes as he brushes a thumb along your cheek, his voice dipping. âoh, she was always going to be ours,â he murmurs, confident and possessive. âit was just a matter of when.â
âand where,â satoru quips, giving your hip a playful squeeze, making you squirm with a laugh. "and how often."
you press your hand to your forehead, sighing dramatically. âwhat did i get myself into?â you mock-groan, only to have both of them pull you close, laughter and warmth wrapping around you, sealing you into your newfound trio â exactly where you want to be.
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âDOUBLE FANTASYâ
PAIRING: König x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom König. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, double (anal) penetration, use of dildo
Königâs cheek is pressed against the silky pillow, his arms supporting himself beneath the cushion. His knees wobble with the effort of presenting his lower half to you, exhaustion spiraling around his tension-marked muscles. The constant dipping of your cockhead into his clenched hole causes him to let out a whine, never fully situating inside of him. Mindless strings of curses in his language fall from his lips, one of them nearly a tinge too lustful.
âPlease... need it now.â He whimpers, shuffling himself backwards to you.
You sigh out of imitated disappointment, pretending to disapprove of his chafed state. âCan never be grateful, huh?â You chastise, your hands curling around the thick muscle of his hips. A man of his status so desperate for your cock elicits a pleased sigh from you, your length impossibly hardening. Finally, you give inâpushing the half of it in carefully, you gently coax him to lighten up for the stretch to mitigate.
You believe heâs calmed down his own unfulfilled soul, but that thought is quickly put an end to when he drags out a whine.
âNo,â König shakes his head, breathless, âput it in, too. Please.â
Right. The toy.
You deliberately roll your hips, the gradual but sure friction laps at his neglected cock, pre-cum continuously beading from the slit. You grab the faux length behind you, one thatâs already soaked due to Königâs mouth.
âColor?â You ask, rubbing in inattentive patterns into his skin as you feel him tighten in anticipation.
âGreen. Itâs green, hurângh!â
He lets out a moanâone uncharacteristically high-pitched from his throat, a sound that immediately strokes your egoâas you plunge the tip of the dildo alongside your own dick. âYou okay?â You donât move yet, leaning down to offer a soothing kiss to his back. He nods all too eagerly, breathing deeply through his mouth. Thatâs not what you want. âI need words, K.â Threateningly, you begin to slide out of him.
âAh, fuck, Iâm sorry, schatzi,â König gasps, sensing you unintentionally brushing against his sweet spot, âIâm okay, Iâm okay, want you to continue.â
Your cock pulses upon hearing the hint of a needy noise akin to a whimper in the tone of his voice, and with barely any resistance, you inch by inch rock back inside until youâre situated to the hilt. He sputters, trying desperately to keep his legs apart.
Heâs met with the blunt prodding of the toy once more, your hand incessantly driving the silicone into him bit by bit. With that, heâs frozen for a moment, forced to bite down on the pillow underneath him and clench and unclench helplessly around the two of you.
âMove,â König abruptly gasps, drool dripping down the corner of his lips, âmove, ahnn, moveââ
You donât need to be told twice.
Though, you only move your wrist, thrusting the toy in and out. Confusion writes itself over his features, but itâs quickly replaced with his eyes rolling back as the false length hits his prostate just right.
Glancing downwards where the both of your bodies connect, you have to steel yourself on the bed to not restlessly have him take you then and there. His holeâs nearly thoroughly wreckedâall loose and ready to receive what you give him.
And he is, his hips are already subconsciously rolling back to meet the thrusts of the toy, craving the burn and small gnaws of pain that only you can give him.
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thinkin about a reader who is a people-pleaser. who is so eager to please in bed. who needs to be needed. like you just can't quite get your head into your own pleasure unless you know he's enjoying himself. maybe part of it is that you want to feel wanted and to be what he wants.
you breathe into his ear, asking if he likes this, if this is what he wants; you need to know he's enjoying himself.
it's a good idea or it's a bad idea. depending.
nsfw â
GHOST senses the implicit question underneath immediately. you don't need to ask again. he's so equipped for a praise kink. you've shown him your weak point and goes for it, even if you yourself aren't totally aware of it. sinks his claws in and no lol you are never getting away.Â
"course i like this," he murmurs, voice all gravel. "nowhere i'd rather be than inside you. you like this too?"
"yeah."
"like it when i talk to you? when i tell you how sexy you are like this? how tight you are?"
you clamp down on him in an involuntary response. he groans, then chuckles.
there is no sweeter place than right here between your thighs. he keeps talking, praise slipping out of his mouth while he watches you bunch and writhe, you squeezing him with your legs and your pussy, fitting him like you've got everything to offer him-- he dissolves into low, heated curses when you clamp down around him again and cum at his praise. you're done for. he'll never stop now.
GAZ is craftier about it. he'd never take advantage of you, darling, of course not. ignore how his voice dips, smooths, laces itself with authority, silk hiding steel. ignore the funny way his words seem suddenly smug. it flutters in your gut the way sees the power you're giving him and takes it with both hands--wields it like he's rescuing you from yourself.Â
"of course i like this. now don't think so hard, sweet thing. let me handle it for you."Â
he would never abuse his power over you, of course not, not even when he's edged you for so long tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you're begging him, and his eyes darken. voice soft, veiled, his murmuring hiding something you can't detect under the need he's stoking in you.Â
he doesn't release you until you've told him what you want. this isn't just about him, he chides; he wants to know what you want. he wants to please you. but somehow, the lust in his eyes when you're begging him for release--to do what only he can do for you--somehow that's the only thing on your mind when you finally cum.
SOAP is pure id. you want to know what he likes? if he likes this? he'll tell you, yeah, he likes it, and the way you double down on riding him makes him want to cum then and there. it's not just the way you feel. it's the look on your face, the tension on your body, like you have something to prove. you're fighting your goddamn demons just bouncing on his dick.Â
it makes him worse. he doesn't manipulate you. it's not like that. but you asked, aye? you wanted to know, didn't you? wanted to know what he likes, what makes him feel good, and soap wants to try everything. more than that, he wants to see you try everything. he wants to see the look in your eyes when he overstimulates you, when he puts you on your knees and pushes his boot against your cunt, making you ride it as you suck him off. he wants to blindfold you, cuff you, get you prone and under him in every possible sense and push you to your limit. all he has to do is reassure you that he's abso-fuckin-lutely enjoying this, hen. enjoying that fucked-out look in your eyes, that look of surprise on your face when you find something new that gets you off, that look he becomes most fond of--the "fuck, this just woke something in me" look. he fucking loves pulling orgasms from you that you never expected to have. and you're doing such a good job, aren't you? you're working so hard.Â
he lavishes the praise on you. it takes no time at all for you to start responding to his praise even when it's clear he's turned on by just how depraved you're willing to be for his enjoyment.Â
"you'd do anything for me, wouldn't ya?"
it makes him so goddamn hard when all you can do is affirm, half-babbling, wanting more praise. all he has to do is reassure you that he likes this. and he does. he really does.
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joel miller x fem!reader, 18+ mdni
summary: joel comes back from his wall shift with hands in need of some serious tlc. but why stop there? | 3.2k
warnings: fem!reader, fluff turned to smut, a tender blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, riding, creampie
a/n: this could be in the same universe as come care about me and watching you with wonder but who knows. what matters is it's a post-part i jackson au and all is well. this is my first fic in a while and i hammered it out today so hopefully it's coherent. <3 series masterlist here.
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Jackson looks its best in the winter.
You've always thought so with its endless skies gone white, blending in with the grey clouds carrying the constant threat of snow. The peaks you never tire of, such ethereal beauty in a world otherwise gone to shit, looming over town with a steadfastness that you can fool yourself into thinking means protection, means safety. In reality, they're just something nice to look at when you have a free moment.
It's also fucking cold.
But you can deal with that. You've spent more winters in the last twenty years than you'd like to remember mostly outside, freezing your ass off, fingers so numb you could barely pull the trigger. But when it counted, you did.
Winter now means a town full of children laughing and having snowball fights. It means big pots of stew and your pick of hats, scarves, and a good pair of boots. It means a warm house to go back to every night, a bed to crawl into, and a man you love to hold you.
Things could be worse.
You're home first today. Joel and Ellie are on the wall and have been since mid-morning. The light is already going, the sun dipping behind the Tetons, sky that winter mix of purple and pink that makes the breath catch in your throat no matter how many times you see it. There's a flu going around and taking people out for a few days at most but it means fewer bodies free for the wall and for patrol. You're pulling a double tomorrow and you're already looking forward to the hot bath you'll take after.
Today, though, you change from your work clothes to something softer, a sweater that travels between your drawer and Joel's, thick socks Dina gave you for your birthday last year. It's hard to heat houses like yours the way you used to but it works well enough to fight the chill so long as you layer. That's the name of the game these days: adapting.
You set the kettle to boil and forgo thinking about dinner for a few hours. Joel won't drink tea with you but if Ellie stops by she'll have some. Maybe you can convince her to watch the movie you pulled from the library this week. You love him, but Joel just doesn't appreciate comedies.
The front door creaks, the bell you have hanging from the doorknob jingling.
"S'me," Joel calls into the house. "You home?"
"Making tea." The kettle isn't steaming yet so you lean against the counter and wait.
The sounds of his return are familiar even though you can't see him. He locks the door with a click, shrugs his jacket off with a sigh. He sits down on the bench you put in the entryway so he can take his boots off. The thunk of one and then the other. He'll tuck them next to yours under the coat rack. When the weather is bad you try to come in the back door so not as to track snow through the house but you don't want his back to get any worse so a bench in front makes sense.
The kettle screams. You pull it off quick and pour the water into your mug -- a chipped green one with a dinosaur holding a cookie that you find endlessly amusing -- and leave it to steep. The floor creaks under your socked feet as you make your way into the hall. Joel still sits on the bench digging into the meat of one palm with his thumb like he's working the feeling back into them.
He looks up and his jaw softens a little. His cheeks are rosy from the cold and his hair a mess from the wind. "Evenin," he says.
"How was the wall?"
"Fine." He stops messing with his hands and rolls his shoulders back with a grunt. "Ellie swears she saw a moose on her last patrol. Said to tell you. I think she's fuckin' with me. How was your shift?"
"Fine," you echo. "Is she coming for dinner?"
He shakes his head. "Game night at Jesse's."
You cross the remaining distance between you and he parts his legs automatically so you can stand between his knees. You run a hand through his hair, pushing the greying fringe back from his eyes. He looks up at you and finally smiles, just a little. You drag your hand down the side of his face and enjoy the feel of his beard on your skin.
"Maybe she did see a moose." He rolls his eyes and brings a hand up to cover yours. You lean down to kiss him but something catches your eye and you pull back, tugging your hand from beneath his to circle his wrist.
"Jesus, Joel." He makes a surprised sound.
"Hey now, what --"
You pull his other hand from his knee and hold them both close to your face, turning them over in the light of the entryway. "You didn't wear gloves, did you?"
He just shrugs. That means someone else on the wall -- probably Ellie -- forgot theirs and he handed his own over.
The skin of his knuckles is dry and cracked, the rest of his palm dry and cold to the touch. You've seen them bloody, broken and bruised, and compared to that, this is tame. Welcome, almost. But you know he won't do a damn thing about it, let himself bleed rather than take a second to make things better.
And you've never minded this part. Taking care of him, making him slow down and rest for even just a little bit. You both know you'd get your hands dirty or worse for him and he for you, but this is the part he has trouble with. So you take the reigns.
It's part of how you fit together -- part of how you look after each other.
"We've got something for this." Joel looks unamused. You press a light kiss to one of his knuckles and his nostrils flare. "Go sit on the couch," you say.
"I'm fine --"
"Joel, they'll bleed if you don't let me --"
"I said I'm --"
"Hey," you say. He hears the finality of your tone and lets you have it, sighing your name in one long breath.
"Alright," he says. "Move, then."
You press a quick kiss to his lips and release his hands to step back. He stands with his usual grunt and you have to stop yourself from leaning into the width of him, from wrapping your arms around him and slotting your nose in his neck and never letting go.
"It's that salve Dina brought over last week," you tell him. "The new one for the winter. Smells nice. Good for this kind of stuff."
Joel makes his way to the couch and you fetch the tin from the kitchen.
"What's it made of?"
"Uh -- oil? And some flowers, I think? Wax, maybe."
He's settled into the cushions when you return, smirking. "It's okay to say you don't fuckin' know."
You sit next to him and unscrew the top, folding your legs so you're facing him. "Well then, I don't fuckin' know." You're sure to imitate his drawl.
"Cute."
"Gimme those hands, big guy."
The salve smells faintly of lavender and it's cold on your fingertips. Joel extends his right hand and you work it into his skin slowly, extra careful around where it's cracked and split. You feel his eyes on you but you let him look.
"Feels good, huh?" He hums. "If you'd wear your gloves then --"
"What was I gonna do, let her freeze?" So it was Ellie, then. You flick your gaze up and find his brow furrowed. If you have a free hand you'd smooth the crease with your thumb.
"No," you say. "Guess it's a damn good thing you have me here, then."
He chuckles, a throaty, rusty sound. "Guess so."
You finish the first hand and motion for his second. He gives it to you and you dig your thumbs into the meat of his palm. Joel lets you touch him whenever you like, for the most part. Pressing into his side when you walk down the street in town, trailing your lips down his neck until he whines just a little in your bedroom. You've worked knots out of his shoulders and cleaned blood from surface wounds. You can never get enough of him, of his warmth, the expanse of his tanned skin all yours for the taking.
And, boy, he touches you back.
So you take your time. You rub the salve between his fingers, over the ridges of knuckles split so many times you don't even know about. His hands are rough even when they're not dry and cracking, callused from years of hard work. From years of violence and playing guitar, shooting a gun and holding the people he loves. Dotted with scars and nicks, hands that have touched every part of you.
Joel's slightly slimy finger taps your chin. "You okay?" You've been stroking the same bit of his hand for who knows how long.
"Yeah," you say and mean it. You rub your own hands together to soak in some of the salve before putting the lid back on the tin and standing. "Need to let it soak in."
"Feels soaked in already," he grumbles.
"Stay there." He purses his lips. "I mean it, Joel."
"Bossy today," he says. "There's wood that needs choppin'." You ignore him since he's just being annoying. The salve goes back in the kitchen and his voice trails after you. "And I told Tommy I'd --"
You turn on the tap. "You gotta let that soak in," you say again from the sink.
"What? Can't hear over the water."
You turn off the tap and dry your hands. Joel is still on the couch when you return. "Sorry," you say. You run your hand through his hair again and settle back down next to him. "I said be patient."
"Don't think that's what you said."
"It's what I meant."
And he looks at you in that way that always makes your face feel hot. Like he's seeing right to the bone of you, like he's laying you bare on the floor in his mind. Like he never wants to stop looking at you, next to him on the couch, leg pressed to yours. Like he loves you.
"Alright," he says.
You get an idea, the flames licking at your belly and your hands itching to touch him again, to touch him differently than before. That idea has you grabbing a pillow and tossing it to the floor, has you getting up and drawing the curtains before you sink to your knees before him.
Joel only looks mildly surprised, eyebrows raised, mouth tugging up at the corner. "Now, I ain't gonna complain but --"
"Then don't," you say. You tug his shirt from his waistband and start working on his belt. "Gotta pass the time somehow. And I don't know what we're doing for dinner yet, so maybe I'm just stalling."
"Hell of a way to stall." He reaches for you to touch your face, maybe, or help you with his belt, when you click your tongue. "We can just go to the community hall--"
"Don't touch," you remind him. "You have to let it--"
"Soak, Jesus, yeah, yeah." Joel tips his head back along the sofa and takes one deep breath. If he really wanted to he could ignore you and you'd let him get away with it, but if there's one thing you and Joel have solidified, it's trust. He trusts you to take care of him, to handle him with hands that love him.
So you do. He lifts his hips just a little so you can tug his jeans down, zipper undone and button popped. You pull out his cock, already half-hard at the promise of what's to come. You spit into your palm and stroke him once root to tip and he hisses. More blood flows and he stiffens in your hand.
"You just gonna look at it?"
You give him a squeeze for being a shit. He laughs but it sounds punched out, on the edge. Frankly it's an effort not to take him in your mouth right away. You've always loved this -- the exchange of power, the trust. You're the one on your knees but you're calling the shots. And he's mouthwatering. The way his cock curves a little, the vein that runs along the underside. The mushroom head a little pinker than the rest, the wiry hair at his base. The hefty weight of his balls in your hand, on your tongue. You know how to make it good for him and it's good for you, too.
Joel opens his mouth to no doubt say something else annoying so you finally drag your tongue along the vein, swirling a little at the top before taking just the tip of him in your mouth. His precome is salty. You work your hand along the rest of him as you start to suck in earnest, hollowing your cheeks and taking a little more each time.
"Look so pretty, baby," Joel says. His voice is gravely, broken in his throat. You manage to take almost all of him and you swallow, just once. Your reward is your name spilling from his mouth in a groan.
It's messy. Spit beads at the corner of your mouth and drips a little as you work him, breathing through your nose when you take him all the way. So good, takin' all of me, keep goin'.
Joel has clearly forgotten your directive as he winds one hand in your hair and pulls just a little, just enough to make you moan around him. You don't scold him for it, instead keeping your eyes on his face. His head is tipped back just a little, lips parted at he gazes down at you. His other arm is stretched along the length of the couch, his fingers digging into the fabric as you bob on his cock.
You know he's close. You can feel how he's trying hard to keep his hips down, trying not to fuck your throat cause usually he asks first. So it's only a little surprising when he pulls you off him, eyes a little glazed and some color high on his cheeks.
He wipes spit from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. "Why don't you c'mere?" he says. "Let me fill you up."
"Joel." This was supposed to be about making him feel good. You know even if he comes in your mouth he'll ask you let him touch you, so frankly you don't mind if he fucks you or not.
He smirks, presses his fingers into the side of your neck a little. You swallow so he can feel it. "We both know you can take it," he drawls, eyes dark. "Always gets you goin', my cock in your mouth."
You can feel the heat between your legs, the arousal pooling in your gut. He's right but he's also an asshole. "You're annoying," you tell him.
"So is that a no?"
You drag the flat of your tongue up his shaft one last time as punishment before standing, using his knees as leverage to get off your own. He shucks off his jeans the rest of the way as you drag down your pants, letting them pool with your underwear at your feet before stepping out. Joel holds out a hand for you to balance on and you take it, putting your other on his shoulder.
"Feels softer already," you mutter. Joel snickers and you straddle him. He uses one hand to drag his fingers through your cunt and you fail to swallow a gasp.
"Well, look at that," he says. "I was right." He pushes two fingers into you and they go easily, your hips jerking as he pumps them in and out once, twice, and then you're empty again.
"Smug bastard," you manage. He brings his hand to his mouth and takes a long lick before surging forward to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you even wetter.
Joel licks into your mouth and you kiss him back sloppily, desperately, in the way you know he likes. You're so busy with that hands on his face, his beard scratching your skin deliciously, that you don't notice what else he's doing. His hand presses into the bare skin of your back under your shirt and you lift up a little on instinct and then --
The head of his cock nudges at your entrance and his hand presses again and you meet the movement of his hips with your own and he fills you with just one stroke.
You moan in unison, Joel's arm wrapping around your back as you curl yours around his neck, mouths not so much pressed together as hovering as you pant, as you adjust. Even with how wet you are Joel is a stretch, a welcome one, but a stretch regardless. You shift your hips, roll them back and forth a little.
"Go on, then," you tell him. "Fuck me."
He laughs.
His lips leave yours and trail down your chin, sucking spots onto your neck and on that spot that makes you keen as he does what you ask. He goes slow at first, letting you meet him thrust for thrust. One hand snakes up your shirt, thumbs at your nipple when he finds no bra in the way. You wing your fingers in his hair and tug, tug until he picks up the pace, until all you can hear is the smack of his flesh against yours.
"Joel -- Joel -- right there --"
"M'not gonna -- I -- fuck --"
"Said you were gonna fill me up, didn't you?" you pant, managing to find a bit of cheek in the haze of your fucking. "C'mon, Miller. Don't keep a lady wait--"
His hips pick up the pace, his hands pressing into you hard enough to bruise. You give up trying to tease him and hang on for dear life, managing to snake a hand between your legs to rub at your clit as he pounds into you. The only thing you can say is his name over and over as you feel the hook pull taught, feel the head of his cock brush against and then pound that spot that makes your vision blur.
Joel comes just before you do, his thrusts stuttering and his name on your lips. You feel it, the heat inside you and it's enough to send you over the edge, your cunt squeezing him as he empties inside you.
You press your forehead to his and catch your breath. He palms your neck, your jaw, slides his thumb lazily under your eye and kisses the corner of your mouth.
"Hell of a salve," he manages.
You slot your lips over his. "Wear your damn gloves." Joel laughs and it shifts him inside you. Even softening it makes you both hiss a little. "Just gimme a second."
His hand drags up and down your back, pressing into your spine. "Take your time," he says. "M'clearly not goin' anywhere."
"You never stop, do you?"
Joel kisses you again. "'fraid not."
You laugh into his neck. "Good."
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Tojiâs fat head tugging on your tight, sloppy wet cunt. âFlithy whores like you gotta earn the right to cum. Beg let me hear how badly you need my cock.â The gun clicks when he cocks it. Clenching his fat cock head when the cool steel touches the side of your head.
He slaps your ass, slamming his cock in when you cry, twisting the sound into a loud moan. âFuck fuck fuck that feels so good! Please split me open with your fat cock I need to cum on your cock!â Youâre getting off on the puffiness of his veins, the softness of his skin constrasting how hard he is.
He grabs a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, spitting. Smearing it with his finger on your tight hole with his thick thumb. âPlease daddy! Please please! I wanna cum! Wanna cum! Only you can make me cum so hard I forget my name. Please.â Toji slowly pushes his thick thumb into your tight ass.
You look so beautiful taking his fat cock with your sweet little cunt. Clenching him painfully tight. âYou feel so fuckinm good! Nnn mama thatâs it take Daddyâs cock in your throbbing little cunt. Squeeze me like that.â Your cunt is squeching, toes curling, thighs trembling, gripping the sheets tighter.
Pushing your hips back he stops moving. âWanna use my cock like a toy? Fuck me mama fuck your tight little cunt into a gapping mess on Daddyâs fat cock.â Backing your ass up, taking Tojiâs cock in quick, long strokes.
Having a cock inside you never felt so good before. The weight of his heavy cock, his head nudging your cervix is perfectly too much. âNn fuck me Toji. How can you reach that deep! Nnn you have such a big cock don't wanna stop! Want you to break my cunt, fill me full of cum.â Looking back at him, heâs beautiful with flushed cheeks, dark hair hanging into passionate forest green eyes. âPlease lemme cum! Please daddy!â
Clenching Tojiâs thick cock, bounce your hips faster. He squeezing your hips, his jaw dropping, âNnn daddy got a big cock huh? I'm stretching your soft little wet cunt out?â Taking his fat cock into your squechling cunt faster.
Getting off on how youâre riding Tojiâs cock, backing your ass up on him moaning like a whore. âYa feel too good! Nnn wanna feel you cum! Lemme feel your beautiful slutty tight cunt gush on my cock.â The gun trembles in his hand, pulling it away from your head.
Trailing the tip of the barrel along your spine. Squeezing your cheek, his thumb still buried in ass, Toji pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts. Youâre gushing thick warm cum on his fat, being cock, soaking his balls.
Your mind blank, jaw slacked, body trembling, pussy clenching, spasming. Toji doesn't stop, smacking your ass with the side of the gun, then dropping it on the bed. Propping his foot up in the edge, grabbing your hair yanking your head back fucking his big cock into your faster.
âWanna fuck! Wanna! Please! Daddy! Wanna keep taking your fat cock nnn ahh nnn fuck I can feel your veins pulsing! Youâre cum is gonna be so warm in my cunt. Wanna feel your hot cum! Please cum in me!â His large balls are slapping your cunt.
âThink cumminâ is gonna stop me? Nah lil mama ya begged to cum, I'm not stopping till I'm sure sheâs broken and wonât cum for me anymore.â Letting go of your hair, gliding his thumb out of your ass, spitting on your tight hole. You can take it can't ya?â He glides a thick finger into your ass.
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Satoru and Suguru jerk each other off watching Satoruâs clones fuck every one of your sloppy wet holes. Thick cum is covering your beautiful tits, smeared along your soft thighs.
The clone beneath you spreading your thighs apart for the one above. Your wrist pinned to the bed by the clone fucking your mouth. Unable to move, youâre a needy slut getting fucked for their entertainment.
Satoru moans, enjoying watching his clones make a wreck of his friend. âThis is so much better than watching porn. Fuck look at our new pathetic little slut.â Satoru swirls his hand along Suguruâs thicker cock. Jerking his hips when Suguru speeds his hand up, forcing on pumping right below Satoruâs head, getting him so close to cumming heâs about to bust on Suguruâs fist.
âI think we broke her already and she hasn't even cummed.â Satoru glides his cock out with a pop, giving his cock a couple of quick pumps cumming on your face. Smearing it by setting his large balls on your face, pinch your nipple, tugging on it.
Whining, trying to catch your breath. The clone vanishes, the cum remaining on your face, with your hands free from the clone kneeling on them. âGonna take more than that, I wanna cum. Please!â Satoru bottoms out of your needy cunt, the clone beneath him steadily fucking your ass.
His long being cock is the perfect thickness for your ass. Youâre so needy, too worked up, despite the lack of attention to your cunt in couple more strokes you might cum from getting your ass fucked. Then Satoru stops, leaving your wanting with your ass stuffed full of cock.
He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. Standing up, holding your legs apart. Youâre watching them jerk each other off, theyâre two beautiful muscular men sitting beside each other, stroking each other's veiny hard cocks. Suguruâs is heavy enough he droops when Satoruâs hand reaches the bottom of Suguruâs thick cock.
âRub your cocks together inside me. Please I soak your cocks with my cum.â Suguru glances down at Satoruâs messy cock. His head getting redder the longer he keeps from cumming. Suguru stops cupping Satoruâs pale balls, watching his cock twitch, lightly bouncing up. The veins pulsing, he was closer than you when Satoruâs clone bottomed out of your cunt.
The clone sits down and vanishes, you hit the bed. Suguru looks at you with a cocky, hungry smirk, letting go of Satoruâs balls. Satoru rubs his thumb over Suguruâs cock head, swiping off his pre cum. Leaning over and kissing Suguruâs cheek.
Satoru sets his attention back onto you. You spread your legs, showing your sloppy wet cunt, sinking a finger into your hot cunt. Itâs not enough, after being stuffed full and covered in cum. âPlease lemme cum, I don't think I take it anymore. My clit âs throbbing please!â Suguru crooks his finger, standing up, your knees buckle, and before you can hit the floor Satoru grabs your neck.
Bending down, holding you in place by your neck, he grabs your thigh, lifting your up. Stepping away from the bed to give Suguru space to get behind you. He grabs Satoruâs cock lining him up, Satoru slams you down on his cock.
Smiling, moaning âPlease please wanna cum, nnn feeling your head so deep. I canây believe I got your cock inside me, nnn I feel like a whore.â Wrapping your arm around his broad shoulders slipping your fingers into Satoruâs soft fluffy hair.
Suguru grabs your hair, lining his cock up with your stuffed cunt, nudging his thicker head in. Your eyes widen, your cunt struggling to take him. âNnn fuck youâre makinâ her sloppy wet cunt tighter.â Satoru slowly glides his cock, moaning, spitting on your cum covered face. Grabbing your jaw, smearing his along your cheek.
âYouâre nothing but a cum covered needy little whore whose greatest weakness is getting how badly she needs to get her little cunt stuffed. Thatâs why you almost got hurt isn't it? You were too busy checking Suguru and I out thinking about our cock while you were supposed to be working.â His head rubbing your sweet spot causing the sweet burning ache from getting stretched to wide to quickly fade away.
âYes!!! You sat on their face it wasn't fair! Suguruâs shirt got ripped and my cunt was dripping. I couldn't think straight.â They time their pace, stroking each other cocks inside of your. Pounding your tight, sloppy wet cunt into a mess.
Satoru nudges your lips with his thumb, you can taste Suguruâs pre cum. âI don't think she deserve to cum after how worried she got us. Ya could have told us what a whore you are for us. We could have taken care of this needy cunt of yourâs before work.â Suguru lets go of your hair, leaning to kiss Satoru, pressing your face into Satoruâs hard pecs.
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Digging your nails into Sukunaâs thick pecs, clenching nothing when he glides his cock out. Your clit twitches from the lack of intense stimulation. Youâre too empty needing his thick cocks splitting you open.
Crying in frustration, âNnn stop teasinâ make me cum with your fat cocks!â Sukuna grabs your neck cutting off your needy whines. Gliding off his fat, veiny cocks sliding out with a soft wet pop.
Narrowing his hungry, beautiful crimson eyes. âWhat was that?â Tilting his head to the side, his cocky smirk making your cunt throb. Fuck Sukunaâs so beautiful looking down at you. The dark ink ïżŒ accentuates his angular jawline.
âYou think youâre in a position to demand shit from me?â He slaps your cunt, jerking your legs shut from the sharp sting. He yanks your legs back open. âShouldâve been a good cock sleeve moan and take my cock like a good whore.â Another harsh slap, his hands bites your thighs.
Failing to squirm, Sukunaâs grasp getting tighter, teeth sinking in deeper. The sweet pain pooling in your needy cunt, clenching around nothing wishing you were stuffed full again. âYou slutty little cunt wouldâve cummed eventually. My cocks are too good for you not too.â You would cry if not for his large hand crushing your neck.
Lowering you onto his monstrously thick cock. You canât get over how his head fat enough to cover your whole sloppy cunt. Sukuna rubs your soft lips and sensitive clit with gentle swipes.
You love how enormous Sukuna is in his true form. Heâs a ten feet tall, well sculpted beautiful muscular monster with two cocks heâs obsessed with stuffing in your cunt. With a lust that tastes sweet nâ spicy. Y
The mouths on his hands suck their aching bites. Gliding his hands to your hips, biting down, sinking his fingers into the soft squishy crease of your hips.
Holding both cocks together, nudging your soft, sloppy wet cunt. âNn fuck you got the tightest sloppiest cunt, âsooo fuckinâ good too bad you canât cum tonight.â Licking your clit with the thick tongue from his stomach.
Loosening his grasp on your neck, grabbing your hair, yanking your head back. Bouncing you faster faster, his fat head rubs your sweet spot with every quick, rough strokes. Flicking your clit faster, youâre getting so close too quickly, it build up alone is becoming too much.
Spasming around him, your eyes watering. âI really wanna cum! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to sound like I was demanding. Youâre cocks always feel good nâ you always make me cum the hardest! Please! Please! Iâm sorry! Please! Please! Iâll be good!â He glides you off his cocks, pulling his tongue away from your clit.
Crying, âIâm sorry my king, Iâll take whatever punishment you see fit. Nnn!â Turning you around, holding you to his chest by a firm grasp on your neck. Barely letting you breath, your body becoming heavy and tingly from the restriction of air.
It didnât matter if you could move, Sukuna could fuck you on his cock like a flesh light.
Looking into the mirror, your small in the grasp of a insatiable King of hell. Reaching up, he leans down letting you grab his thick black horn twisting out of his dark hair. âThat it, just for that if make it till sunrise Iâll let you squirt on my face. If your subjects saw their great Queen now. A pathetic whore who begs for my cocks.â Your eyes widen as your small hole takes Sukunaâs veiny, fat cocks.
Youâre face painted with a beautiful expression of ecstasy. Youâre so worked up, too sensitive. Holding a hand over your clit, stroking it with a warm tongue. Tightening your grasp on his horn Sukuna moans, his hips shuttering.
Whining, âGonnnnnaaaa!â Youâre squirting before either of you can realize how close you are. âCouldnât handle! Youâre cocks! Too! Too! Too! Good! Sorry! Iâm sorry!â He doesnât bother stopping, fucking you roughly through your intense high as punishment.
Your body trembling, eyes rolling back, toes curling and cunt squelching. âStupid fuckinâ whore, I didnât tell you to cum.â Pinching your sensitive clit, ruining the intense high from cumming so hard. âLook like Iâll have to take my time breaking you.â
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Wanted, Unwanted
Leah Williamson x McCabe!Reader Warnings: None this is mainly the backstory
Leah's stomach churned, a mix of excitement and guilt bubbling within her. "A hundred quid," she blurted voice trembling slightly, the number seeming arbitrary in the face of her sudden nervousness.
Katie's eyes gleamed. "Deal. But it's gotta be believable. Dates, compliments, the whole shebang. And no backing out, Williamson, or you double the bet."
The rest of the night was a blur for Leah. Laughter felt hollow, and jokes fell flat. All she could think about was your smile, the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, the nervous way you bit your lip when you were focused. Finally, the night ended, and Leah was left alone.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Leah made a conscious effort to spend time with you, initiating conversations during training, texting you funny memes, and even asking you to have lunch together a couple of times. You, ever trusting and eager for friendship, soaked it all up. You confided your anxieties about playing time, your struggles to connect with the other girls, and your admiration for Leah's confidence and leadership on the pitch. Leah listened intently, a pang of guilt twisting in her gut with every shared detail.
Leah tossed and turned in bed, sleep refusing to come. The guilt that had simmered for weeks boiled over in the quiet darkness. Katie's taunting face flashed before her eyes, the carefree challenge morphing into a cruel reminder of Leah's manipulation.
The more you confided in Leah, the heavier the charade felt. Your genuine affection, so evident in the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your dreams, was a constant reproach. Leah initially reveled in the power of having you wrapped around her finger, a twisted satisfaction born from the win over Katie. But it had curdled into a gnawing sense of betrayal.
The next morning, training felt like an exercise in self-torture. Every laugh you shared with Leah felt laced with deceit. The playful teasing she used to initiate now felt like emotional jabs. You, oblivious, misinterpreted her forced distance as shyness and tried to draw her in further.
"Hey, are you okay?" you asked, concern etched on your face. "You seem a little off lately."
Leah opened her mouth to offer a practised smile, but the words wouldn't come. The weight of the lie threatened to suffocate her. Should she confess? The thought of shattering your trust was terrifying, yet continuing the charade felt even worse.
Leah stared at your worried face, the knot of guilt in her stomach tightening to the point of pain. A million justifications and excuses swirled in her head, but none of them felt substantial enough. Katie's taunting voice echoed in her mind, "No backing out, Williamson..." The thought of doubling down on the bet was repulsive.
Taking a deep breath, Leah forced a shaky smile. "Honestly? Yeah, things have just been a bit hectic lately. Family stuff, you know?" It was a lame excuse, but hopefully vague enough to buy her some time.
Your brow furrowed. "Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?" The genuine concern in your eyes sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing over Leah. You deserved honesty, not fabricated drama.
"Maybe later," Leah mumbled, averting your gaze. The playful banter you usually enjoyed felt like walking on eggshells. Every word, every touch, felt like a betrayal. Steeling herself, Leah decided she couldn't take it anymore. She needed a way out, a way to confess without causing irreparable damage.
A confused warmth had bloomed in your chest over the past few weeks. Leah, the confident captain you both admired and were slightly intimidated by the girl you were utterly in love with, had started seeking you out. The stolen glances during training, the funny texts that made you snort out loud, the surprise lunches â it all felt unreal. Was Leah Williamson actually crushing on you?
The thought sent a giddy blush creeping up your neck. You confided in Leah about your anxieties, your struggles to connect with the team, and your hero worship for her leadership style. With every shared secret, the warmth in your chest intensified. Here you were, getting to know the real Leah, and she was amazing. Her focused gaze held a depth you hadn't noticed before, and her playful teasing sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
But lately, a flicker of doubt had started to cloud your sunshine. Leah seemedâŠdistant. Her smiles seemed forced, the playful banter replaced by awkward silences. Your concern grew when she brushed off your attempts to reach out, citing vague family issues. The warmth in your chest started to curdle, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. Was this just a phase, or was something else going on?
As Leah mumbled about family stuff, you couldn't shake the feeling she was hiding something. The hurt was sharp, tinged with a confusing mix of anger and disappointment. Had you misread everything? Was Leah just being friendly, and you'd gotten ahead of yourself? The thought of your budding friendship being a figment of your imagination was a bitter pill to swallow.
Yet, amidst the hurt, a spark of defiance ignited. You wouldn't let this go without a fight. You deserved honesty, and you were determined to get it from Leah, one way or another. The playful banter you once craved now felt hollow, replaced by a steely resolve. You wouldn't be anyone's fool, not even Leah Williamson.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, after Leah's mumbled excuse. Taking a deep breath, you decided to push past the awkwardness. "Leah," you began, your voice surprisingly steady, "is there something you're not telling me?"
Leah flinched, her gaze flickering away from yours. A moment stretched, then she sighed, deflating like a punctured balloon. "Alright," she finally admitted, running a hand through her hair. "The truth is... things with my family are rough right now, but that's not all of it."
Your heart hammered in your chest, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. "What else is there, Leah?"
She met your gaze then, a vulnerability you hadn't seen before shining in her eyes. "The reason I've been acting weird... it's because..." she took another shaky breath, "because I really like you, Y/N. More than just a friend."
The admission hung in the air, a weight lifting from your own chest. Relief flooded you, warm and sweet, washing away the hurt and confusion. A hesitant smile tugged at your lips. "You... you like me too?"
Leah's cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Yeah. I guess I was scared. Scared of messing things up with the team, scared of rejection..."
A genuine smile bloomed on your face. Leaning forward, you reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Leah," you murmured, your voice soft, "the only thing I'm scared of is missing out on this."
The vulnerability in your eyes mirrored Leah's. A hesitant smile curved her lips. "So... what does this mean for us?"
You knew then, with a certainty that settled deep in your gut, that this wasn't just a fleeting infatuation. This was real. Taking another deep breath, you met her gaze head-on. "It means," you said, your voice firm with newfound resolve, "that I'd love to take you out on a proper date sometime, Captain Williamson. No family drama, no distractions, just you and me."
The smile on Leah's face this time was full-blown, radiant. "Sounds perfect, Y/N. Sounds perfect." But she couldn't help the sinking feeling in her stomach.
The air crackled with unspoken emotions as you and Leah walked away from the training ground, hands brushing every so often. The weight of her confession had shattered the awkward tension, replaced by a shy giddiness. Relief and a blooming joy washed over you â you weren't imagining things after all.
Weeks turned into months, and your relationship blossomed alongside Leah's ACL recovery. You became a constant by her side, a source of unwavering support throughout her physiotherapy. You diligently helped her with her strengthening exercises, transforming them into playful challenges that made the rehab less daunting. You celebrated every milestone, no matter how small, the glint of pride in your eyes a bigger motivator than any stern lecture from the physiotherapist.pen_spark
Training sessions became a delightful mix of focused intensity and playful competition. You mirrored each other's exercises, erupting in laughter when one of you inevitably stumbled or fumbled. Lunch breaks were spent strategizing for upcoming games and sharing childhood stories, your bond deepening with every conversation.
But Leah never forgot the initial deception that clouded the start of your connection. The guilt gnawed at her, especially during your physiotherapy sessions. She poured her heart into her recovery, fueled by the desire to be back on the pitch, playing alongside you, not just watching from the sidelines.
One particularly grueling afternoon, as Leah groaned through leg raises, you noticed the strain etched on her face. "Hey," you said gently, placing a hand on her knee, "need a break?"
Leah looked up, surprised by the concern in your eyes. "I'm almost done with this set," she mumbled, determined to endure the pain.
Almost doesn't count," you countered, a playful glint in your eyes. "Besides, wouldn't it be better to listen to your body? We don't want to set you back."
Leah couldn't help but smile. Your genuine care for her well-being was a balm to her soul. "Alright, fine," she conceded. "But only for a few minutes."
Those stolen breaks became a daily ritual. You'd bring her water, help stretch her hamstrings, and sometimes, just sit in comfortable silence, the unspoken bond between you a powerful comfort. You even started researching healthy recipes, determined to fuel Leah's body with the nutrients it craved for recovery.
As Leah's birthday approached, the excitement crackled in the air. You spent weeks planning her party with her family, before enlisting the help of her Mom after remembering her childhood idol Thierry Henry and how jealous she was when you told her you had a signed jersey from the French superstar much to your Dad's dismay. Amanda had asked you numerous times if you were sure you wanted to give that to Leah "She has made me feel more loved, seen, and wanted in these past six months than I have felt my entire life. I.....I just...I know I will never be able to tell her or show her how much I love her, how incredible she is and if this jersey shows her a fraction of that then I'm sure." Amanda pulled you into her chest tightly "You are the only girl i could have ever wished for Leah to fall in love with, but trust me darling she knows how much you love her."
1 Week Later
"I'm sorry you did what." Leah's eyes dropped to the ground unable to look at her mother's disappointed face. "I.....Leah of all the things and to Y/n.....Y/n she god Leah she was it she was your one....shes the one we all wanted the one we were all gunning for how.....how could you be so cruel and to Y/n I'm so disappointed, i actually cant even look at you." Leah turned âMumâŠI.â But Amanda was gone
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The Eagle and the Hummingbird
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Img: Silver mechanical bird with blue crystals By Coolarts223
Summary: Kid likes you. And he's been wanting to give you a gift for a while now. The problem is, for all his mechanical know-how, he's got zero emotional intelligence. Word count: 1000
âReally? They can fly backwards?â Heat propped his elbows on the dining table, hanging on your every word.
âYes, theyâre the only ones who can,â there was a note of pride in your voice as you shared your knowledge with your crewmates. âWhen theyâre done feeding, they fly backwards to get their long beak out of the flower.â
âPff, a dumb thing that sucks on flowers,â Kidâs voice came with a scoff from his spot, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.
âYeah... itâs not a dumb thing, Kid. Itâs a bird.â
You locked eyes with your captain for a moment, your frown lingering as you tried to suppress a smile. It was impossible for you to stay mad at him for long, especially when he crinkled his nose like that, giving him a look youâd describe as a disgruntled eagle.
âAnd thatâs your favorite animal?â Killer was holding his glass with both hands, peering at you through the small holes in his mask.
âYes! Theyâre amazing, only 5 cm long and they flap their wings between 50 and 80 times a secondââ
âI wish I could move my hands that fast,â Heat said, lost in thought.
"So you could flap your 5 cm little bird?" Wire chimed in as he strolled into the mess hall.
There was a moment of silence before the men erupted into explosive, raucous roar.
Wire cracked up, nearly doubling over at his own joke; Kid slammed his hand on the doorframe, laughing so hard he almost fell over, and Killer wiped tears from his mask as he raised his beer to toast with Heat, who was trying to keep up with the chaotic cheer.
âYou guys are hopeless,â you let out a frustrated sigh, and gave Wire a playful nudge on the forearm. âIâm off to bed.â
As you made your way through the door, you had to maneuver around Kid, who stayed put, watching you leave with a peculiar glint in his eye.
âGood night, Capâ.â
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The next morning, you had barely stepped into the galley for breakfast when the captain welcomed you by angrily tossing a small metal object in your direction.
"Take it," he snapped, his face twisted in a sulky pout.
âWhaââ, the object landed on your chest, and you quickly brought your hands up to catch it before it fell. As you looked at it, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of one of the most finely crafted and beautiful mechanical pieces youâd ever seen.
It was a tiny hummingbird made from pieces of iron and steel, with some parts joined by tiny screws and others carefully melted and welded together. It was incredibly light, standing on its own in the palm of your hand on two exquisitely thin legs with detailed toes and claws. The beak was perfectly polished, and a tail made of fine metal sheets, shaped like feathers, served to balance the weight backward.
Totally awestruck by the extraordinary craftsmanship, you glanced at Kid, who was intently watching your reaction from across the room with a scowl under his protective goggles.
âKid⊠thisââ
âItâs just some fucking crap I found the other day while cleaning up the workshop,â he cut you off bluntly, turning his back to you to pour himself a black coffee. âAinât got room to keep shit like that.â
You observed the beautiful mechanical bird, and run your thumb over the delicate engravings on its metal surface.
âWhoa! No way!â Heatâs voice rang out as he walked into the room. He rushed over to see what you were holding, and with a look that silently asked for permission took the object from your hands and lifted it to eye level to scrutinize it. âIs this... a hummingbird?!â
You nodded, unable to take your eyes off the small metal figure, and how Heat turned it around to get a better look.
âDoes it flap its wings?â
âOf course it flaps its wings,â Kid snapped, immediately crossing the distance between you in just three strides. He snatched the hummingbird from Heat's hand and with an unexpected gentleness, carefully placed it back in the palm of your hand. After he pressed a few tiny buttons, you heard the soft click of gears syncing perfectly as the little bird gracefully unfurled its wings. Slowly, it began to flap, its speed increasing until the metal feathers blurred before your eyes.
"It beats its wings exactly 75 times per second," his painted lips stretched into a wide grin of pride when he heard you gasp in awe.
"Can you make it fly?"
The bird gracefully lifted off from the palm of your hand, hovering effortlessly in the air above before moving a short distance forward. After a few seconds, its tiny wings rotated symmetrically to adjust to the perfect angle, catching the air from front to back, and the bird flew backward.
"I can make anything out of metal fly," he chuckled at you, full of himself.
âKidâŠâ you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you shifted your gaze from the hummingbird to the captainâs honey-colored eyes, âitâs perfect.â
âYeah... whatever.â His heart swelled with an unexpected warmth as he watched your face light up with that adorable smile, but unsure of what to do with the feeling, his expression settled back into a sour pout.
âA-anyway," he scratched his neck awkwardly, "I ainât got time for this shit. It was just taking up space in the workshop, so I was gonna toss it. Keep it if you want... or throw it away, I donât fucking care.â
At that moment Killer walked in, his inscrutable gaze sweeping over the scene before landing on the extremely strong coffee the captain had poured for himself.
âKid, how many hours of sleep did you get? It was 5 AM, and the workshop lights were still on.â
Kid shot him a murderous glance, his cheeks radiating warmth as they flushed a light pink.
âHuh? No, they werenâtââ
âYes, they were. And I was starting to get worried with all those curses and banging andââ
âKIL," Kid gritted his teeth in warning, "shut thââ .
ââhammering at that hour.â
Heat and you exchanged glances before turning your attention to the captain, who was now burning as red as his tousled hair.
âFuck, Kil!â he barked, trying not to meet your gaze. âWILL YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!â
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helluuu~ first off all - I love your writing! U write incredibly well and I love how you characterize Zayne and Sylus (anything u write shall be canon to međ§đ»ââïžđ)
second off all, a slightly more specific request, bc I just recently saw a really cute set of nipple clips and a small buttplug that had matching pink bows on everything ahhh
How would Sylus and Zayne react coming home to reader waiting for them on the bed like that, wanting to surprise them and spice things up? (Especially with how u wrote in your Zanye ABC that he probably wouldnât be into anything anal, but Iâd guess that this wouldnât be something heâd outright say before it comes up and reader obviously didnât know)
// Mixed Messages
"Is this one of your tricks again? I didn't say I wouldn't look..."
// summary:Â a double imagine! how Sylus and Zayne would react to you surprising them with some cute kinky toys.
// content warnings:Â 18+ (mdni), toys, bondage, fluff, dominance, embarassment, shame, kink, nipple play, finger stimulation, vaginal sex, THE IMPLICATION
// a/n:Â oh stawwwp you're gonna make me blush anon! I'm so glad you love my writing, I hope this lives up to your expectations!
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It arrived the morning he was due to get back from his conference in Chansia City and you'd been staring at it in the little velvet baggie it came in as you sprawled out on Zayne's bed, inhaling the scent of him from his pillows. Your pulse quickened as you played with the smooth cold weight of it, hearing the clinking muffled by the luxurious fabric. The stage was set for your surprise.
"I'm sorry Zaynie I've been called to work, I can't meet you at the airport like I planned to. I promise I'll come straight over at 3 when I'm done?"
"Alright," came the soft reply down the line, a hint of anticipation in his tone. "Don't be too late though, I'm bringing you home a surprise."
"I'll be there with bows on!"
You giggled with a conspiratorial rush as you hung up the phone - you hadn't lied to him, technically correct was still correct after all - you would be there with bows on, they just happened to be bows on a matching set of a little buttplug and nipple clamps.
Having spent the morning picking out one of the cute sets of lingerie that Zayne had bought for you, you'd settled on a baby pink gingham print teddy, deciding the cute soft pink matched the naughtiness of the toys well. Slipping the stainless steel plug out of the velvet bag, you took the lube from his nightstand and slipped it in. You only had a about half an hour before he was due to get home and you wanted to be ready for him.
His key turned in the lock right as you were slipping on the matching nipple clamps and you let out a loud moan of anticipation. You clapped your hand over your mouth, holding your breath in the hopes you hadn't given away your presence. Damnit, you thought as you heard his travel case hit the floor with a loud thud and confident footsteps clicked down the hallway towards you. You had been caught.
"This is one of your tricks again?" The mirth shines in his soft voice as he steps into the bedroom, looking you up and down appreciatively. As you blush and turn away coyly, he chuckles and reaches out to cup your chin, bending over to kiss you. "I didn't say I wouldn't look."
Zayne takes his jacket off and tosses it onto the chair near the window, tugging his tie loose and unbuttoning his top two buttons before he settles onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. He reaches out to you, sighing that he missed you as he pulls you into his lap. You gasp as the steel plug clinks against the metal of his belt buckle and he's so confused his head tilts.
Holding your hips in his firm hands, he pulls you up off his lap and then puts you back down on it, listening again to the metallic CLINK as the toy pings against the buckle. "Y/N...what did you do?" he asks in a dangerous low whisper, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Play wrestling you out of the teddy to inspect your body, he tugs it down from your breasts roughly while he tickles you in his lap and there's a little stereo set of PLINK PLINK sounds as the nipple clamps snap off your sensitive buds and you cry out a loud needy moan.
Zayne's eyes widen in shock, looking down at the little sliver clamps with their petite pink enamel bowties, rolling them in his fingers as his brain puts together your line from the morning's call. "Be there with bows on, hmm?" he says with his lips curling into a smirk of understanding. He looks down at your nipples, red and swollen, flushed full of blood and clicks his tongue at you. "Do you want me to kiss them better?"
He doesn't wait for your answer, his mouth greedily wrapping around your nipple and sucking tightly, swirling his tongue playfully across it as his other hand travels down your hip and around the curve of your ass. He's moaning against your delicate bud in his lips, lapping at it and licking wet sloppy kisses all over it when his fingertips on your backside hit metal and he stops mid-suckle.
"Wh-What did you do?" he mumbles against your breast, his mouth pulling back from you, a string of saliva hanging between his lip and your nipple as he tilts his head up to look at you suspiciously. "Is that what I think that is...?" he asks, his tone a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
Zayne flips you off his lap and onto your back beside him on the bed and starts tugging the bottom half of the teddy off you, your legs up in the air over his shoulder as he untangles the lingerie from your ankles and that's when he finally sees it; the stainless steel plug, nestled snuggly into your ass, twitching with your quivers of anticipation and you see his brain buffer as he tries to comprehend the situation. A deep crimson flush has surged its way up his ears.
"My love..." Zayne begins with an exasperated sigh, one hand rubbing your legs up over his shoulder, the other pinching his brow as he winces. The air hangs heavy between you two for a moment.
"Surprise?" you giggle awkwardly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and you bite your lip as you hold your breath, realizing that he doesn't seem as into it as you'd hoped he would be. You cover your eyes with your hands, not wanting to see disappointment on his face and that's when he sighs again, reaching down to pull your hands away from your face.
"I appreciate the gesture, my love..." Zayne starts to collect his thoughts, wanting to reassure you that you haven't done anything wrong, while also cementing what he had thought was an unspoken boundary with you. "But this...this is not for me." Your eyes start to well with embarrassed tears and he quickly wipes them away, shaking his head at you with a gentle smile, his golden-green eyes gazing at you adoringly. "My favorite place to be in the whole wide world is an inch away from this," he emphasizes the last word with a tap on the plug, then strokes his fingertips delicately through your wet folds lovingly. "...so I don't need anything else but that, okay?"
You bite your lip and nod up at him, sucking in a deep breath before giving him a blushing smile.
"There's my good girl," Zayne coos at you with a smile, stroking your glistening pussy and nipping kisses against your ankle. He rocks back onto his heels, releasing your legs. "Do you want to go take that out while I strip off? I'm feeling very overdressed compared to you." He gives your backside a gentle pat and watches you waddle towards the ensuite with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
"Oh and Y/n?" Zayne calls after you and you pause, turning back to him and tilting you head questioningly.
"On your way back, grab the little ringbox out of my luggage won't you? We can't forget about your surprise..." He smirks.
"Sweetie," Sylus drawled smugly, swinging the little velvet bag by it's loops around his long index finger like a lasso. "You know nothing can be hidden from me inside my own home. In fact," he looks down at you with a wicked smirk on his face, crimson eyes full of mischief, "I'm impressed you bought it from a store in person instead of having it delivered online. It seems my kitten is getting bolder the more time she spends with me."
"You could've at least pretended!" you pout with a huff, elbowing him in the ribs and he laughs warmly, handing the pouch back to you. "It was supposed to be a surprise but now you've ruined it."
Sylus' eyes light up with love at your grumpy little pout and he strokes your hair affectionately, cooing to you. "Don't be mad at me y/n, it's my nature to know all comings and goings in my circles. I tell you what," he says, shifting your weight off him and getting up out of bed. "I'm going to go check on some transactions, when I come back in about ten minutes this whole conversation never happened and I promise to be very surprised. Deal?"
"Okay, deal."
When Sylus slipped back into the room ten minutes later just as he'd promised, he let out an appreciative growl at the sight that waited for him.
You were bent over, hands splayed out flat on his expensive silk sheets, legs shoulder width apart and locked straight so your ass was in the air towards the door. You were completely naked, save for the steel buttplug with the little pink enameled bow on it, and the matching nipple clamps that were making your chest flush and your buds ache.
"My my," Sylus murmurs seductively, trailing his fingertips up the back of your thigh and watching you shiver under his touch. "You know I normally prefer to unwrap my own presents, but I won't complain when my gift looks this succulent.." His hand reaches the curve of your backside and he gives it a firm squeeze, his strong fingers digging into your flesh possessively and he smiles when you let out a needy little moan.
He leans down to take a closer look at the plug, his hot breath fanning across the backs of your thighs and your heat as he clicks his tongue appreciatively. "It seems I was mistaken," he teases in a sultry chuckle, a tinge of huskiness to his tone that makes your walls ache with longing. "My present has a bow on it after all."
You gasp as he suddenly presses on the plug and swipes a slow finger through your aching folds, bringing his finger up to his lip to suck it. "Tastes good too." Sylus purrs, licking his lips, watching as you clench at nothing.
Sylus stands behind you, his right hand slipping through your rapidly soaking folds, as his other hand strokes down your back like he's petting a cat. You moan and press back against his hand and he lets out an exhaling growl. "So needy kitten," he teases in a dangerous whisper. "Are you trying to say you want more?"
You whimper and moan as he starts to slip his fingers into you, teasing your entrance and you clench greedily, trying to draw him in. "Please Sylus..." you whine at him and he laughs, his fingers hooking in and pressing deeply on your front wall and your moans get louder. As his fingers stroke deeply, confidently and your arousal surges you feel his erection pressing into your hip. He slips his fingers out of you and presses his thumb down on the plug, rotating it in slow circles and pressing it into you deeper as his fingers slide down through your wetness to press on your clit.
Right when you're about to orgasm, he lets you go and moves behind you, grinding his hips into you and reaching down over your ribs to cup your breasts, pulling you up against his chest. You pout at being edged and he leans down to kiss you passionately as you whine against his lips, head tilted back against his chest, a deep arch in your spine. He rubs your breasts and squeezes them in his strong palms, unclipping the clamps and your breath catches in your throat at the relief. He tosses the clips onto the bedside table and rubs slow circles on your nipples, his predatory gaze staring down at you before he releases you.
"Hands back down on the bed Sweetie," he commands. "And keep them there." You shiver in anticipation and do as he tells you to, palms flat, pressing your ass up against his twitching erection. Sylus smirks and pulls back from you to give himself space to stroke the head through your folds and he groans at how inviting your heat feels. Pressing himself into you, he starts to inch in, letting you settle and adjust to his size as he moves inside you.
"You always feel so good Y/n." He praises as he bottoms out against your cervix, hands roaming appreciative massaging patterns on your hips. Sylus grips you tightly and starts thrusting and you cry out in pleasure, the lewd sounds of him slapping into your wet walls echoing in the room sinfully. The noises that are coming out of you drive him wild and he slides his hands up from your hips to cup your breasts, pressing his chest down against your back, rutting into you. Sylus hot breath fans out over the back of your neck as he lets out heavy panting moans.
Feeling you clench and tighten around him as your heat builds desperately and your moaning gets louder, Sylus thrusts harder, his hips slamming both himself and the plug deeper into you and he bites down on your neck, moaning into it with a lick. "You can, go on, do it...let me feel you fall apart." he whispers wickedly into the back of your neck as your tightly wound heat snaps and you buck underneath him, the orgasm ripping through you making your walls grip him tightly as your thighs shake unsteadily. Sylus lifts himself off you to throw his head back and lets out a deep guttural moan, joining you; the last of your waves of rippling pleasure meeting his hitching thrusts as he tries in vain to keep pace while he fills you.
Sylus looks down at your sweating, quivering back below him and reaches down to pull you towards him, nuzzling into your neck as you stand up, letting out a moan at the ache deep in your thighs and your lower back from the position. He wraps his arms around you possessively, cuddling you back against his chest as he catches his breath, his panting flooding your ears. "I liked your surprise, Kitten..." he says with a breathless chuckle. "We should let you surprise me more often."
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