#act 3: SHUT UP ABOUT THAT FUCKING CROWN BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS

[revoleotion]

The duality of being a gale fan

(I would fist fight any gale haters behind sorcerer's sundries at 3am)

(I would also fist fight gale himself behind sorcerer's sundries at 3am any time he mentions that fucking crown)

[katsukisbimbo]

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✯pairing: itadori yuuji x reader (x sukuna)

✯summary: facefucking with virgin itadori <3

✯wordcount: 1.3k

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, facefucking, degradation, spit, swearing, slight corruption, sub/dom themes, senpai kink? humiliation.

✯note: i’ve actually fallen down a pit. jjk men are ruining my life.

“It’s my first-time senpai.”

What. 

“Deadass Itadori?”

“Deadass.”

You sighed, massaging your temples to ease your incoming headache. You had come here, promising your kouhai the blowjob of his life, unaware of the fact that he was still a virgin. You were flattered that Itadori trusted you enough with his body and his first time especially. You were unable to wrap your head around the fact that he was untouched. It was surprising as Itadori had a large number of females fawning over him during your school years. 

It was even more surprising as Itadori did nothing but get more attractive each time you saw him, which led to you finally asking him to allow you to suck his cock. Of course, sex was optional, but if you were continued to be deprived of his cock, you were going to die.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby?” you queried, peering up at his blushing expression. He scratched his neck, avoiding your heated gaze. “I didn’t want you to think that of me as a child. You’re older than me and…You always treated me as a kid. So, I worked hard to make you see me as a man. A man you can have a relationship with. A man who can please you. Make you cum until you’re sobbing.”

“I-I” you were speechless. You were unaware of true feelings and now that he’s revealed them, you didn’t know what to say. ‘Me too?’ No. That was stupid. Your mouth formed into a small ‘o’ shape, feeling your cheeks heat at the thought of Itadori making you cry from pleasure. Cunt clenching at the thought of corrupting your cute little kouhai, unable to suppress a coo while patting his head. He was too adorable.

He growled. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m talking about how I don’t like being treated like a kid and you continue? Do you like disobeying my orders slut? I just felt your cunt twitch on my thigh.” he smacked your ass. “You still think of me as your ‘cute little kouhai’.” Your body went rigid. “Yeah. Gojo-sensei told me about how you used to gush about me to him. Talking about how you would’ve asked me out if not for our age difference. Tell me, does that still apply today?” he snarled, grabbing your cheeks with his right hand and roughly squeezing, your lips pouting.

“I don’t think it does. If it did, you wouldn’t be here grinding your slutty little pussy on my thigh the way you are. Yet, you still act as it does apply. What do you want? You’re not making your intentions clear.”

“W-Want cock.” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the embarrassment of looking at his heated gaze. “Yeah? Whose cock? Gojo-sensei’s? Megumi’s? Inumaki-senpai’s? Or maybe even Sukuna’s?” your eyes widened at the mention of the special-grade curse who is currently spiritually and physically intertwined with your companion. A dark glint present in his eyes. 

“N-No! Ngh. Want you. Want yours. Only you.” you mumbled, grabbing his wrist to hover over your mouth, allowing you to press soft kisses on his fingertips. Kisses turned to licks. Licks turned to sucks. soon, you were provocatively stuffing your mouth with his fingers. Eager to please. 

“Get down on your knees and beg.” grabbing your hair and forcing you down to your knees, he smirked at your fucked out expression. His pride swelling. He finally got his senpai to submit to him. 

“P-Please let me suck on your cock. I want to choke on it so bad. Please, sir. Please give it to me.” you complied, nuzzling your face into his thigh. 

He laughed at your pitiful expression. Unbeknownst to him that Sukuna was watching. Stroking his cock to the image of you so desperate for a cock to gag your throat. The thought of taking over Itadori’s body made his cock jump in excitement. Popping in for a second won't hurt anyone. 

“Yo.” he greeted, his mouth appearing on Itadori’s hand. You helped, startled with his sudden appearance. For a moment you thought that he had taken over his body. Luckily Yuuji was too greedy to share. 

”She looks so cute begging for cock. I can't not show up.” He laughed. Yuuji sighed, unbuckling his pants as he took hold of your head once more. You felt yourself drool as he finally revealed his hot pulsating cock, standing tall with a bead of pre-cum on the head. 

You quickly grasped it in your hand, thumb spreading his pre-cum down his shaft. Stroking him up and down. He moaned, the feeling of your fingers around him almost euphoric. You pressed a lingering kiss on the head, tentatively licking. Peeking at Yuuji's wrecked form, his cheeks red, sweat dripping down his body. 

"Let me have fun with her too!" Sukuna whined. Yuuji glared at his hand. He tongued his cheek before taking ahold of your chin, guiding you to meet his hand. Your lips pressing against his. He wasted no time, licking into the roof of your mouth, his tongue pulling you further into him. He lightly bit your lip, a small whimper escaping your lips. 

You pulled away, catching your breath as Sukuna laughed. "Are you sure she isn't the virgin? She's panting like a bitch in heat after a measly kiss." You glared at him, smacking him. He muttered before reluctantly left. You directed your attention to Yuuji once more. "Fuck my throat." You pleaded before swallowing his cock whole, his pubic hair licking your cheeks and nose.

"F-Fuck. You love being choked by cock don't you." he placed his hand on the crown of your hand for the nth time today, guiding your head at a pace he liked, gradually speeding up. Getting to the point where he held your head, keeping you still as he fiercely thrust his thick cock down your throat. 

You couldn't breathe. Only getting small openings to take a breath before your troat was filled once more, tears freely sliding down your cheeks as your saliva pooled in your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your lap. You gagged as you felt him harshly grip your throat, stilling his hips whilst his cock was buried in you. 

"I can feel myself in your throat. Fuck your throat is so tight. It's squeezing me so hard." he rasped. He promptly pulled out, giving you the opportunity to breathe. He cooed as he patted your head. Loving the fucked out expression on your face. "Give me a little more baby. I promise that it'll be worth it. I'll give you all of my cum yeah?" he mindlessly rambled before sliding his cock between your lips.

You bobbed your head, sliding your tongue viciously against the vein of his cock, your free hands coming to cup his testes. You continued to suck him down, feeling his cock periodically twitch as his high approached. You pulled yourself off of him. "Cum down my throat Itadori-senpai". His eyes widened, a dark glint present in his eyes. He roughly shoved his cock once more, fervently fucking your throat as a string of curses left his lips. 

"Fuck. I'm cumming down your throat. My cute little kouhai's going to swallow it all right? She's such a good girl." he praised before lurching forward, driving his cock even deeper. You choked, feeling his hot cum slide down your throat, the consistency thick and creamy. He pulled out, bending down before prying your mouth open to inspect if you really had done what he asked. 

"Open wide," he commanded. Seeing your empty mouth filled him with both pride and joy. A boyish smile gracing his lips.

"Such a good girl."

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Chapter 3: Roses Are Falling

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Steve’s hand was sweaty in Billy’s as he pulled him through the crowds in the fairground, ducking and weaving between the people milling about. 

Billy let himself be dragged, staring at Steve’s ass in his little denim shorts. 

It had been one week since their date at the diner. 

A week of Billy showing up to the rodeo, watching Steve compete in his event, and making out with him behind the arena. 

It was fun, sneaking around together in the blazing summer heat. 

He had even brought Max a few times, letting her wander around with some chick her own age she met. Apparently, her dad works at the rodeo or someshit. Billy wasn’t listening when she explained. Steve had been across the arena, taking off his flannel shirt and trading it for another one of his slutty little crop tops. 

It was a gorgeous show. 

But Max was somewhere eating her body weight in funnel cake while Steve took him into a tent labeled Employees Only. 

There was an eclectic group of people sitting at the long tables in the tent, all greeting Steve as he pulled Billy through to a group of younger people sitting together at the end of one of the tables. 

Steve pushed Billy onto one of the benches, perching right on his lap like that was totally fine. Like it was easy for Billy to just. Keep his dick in check. 

The girl sitting across from them sighed heavily, raising one eyebrow at Steve. 

“Shut up, Robin.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she was still giving Steve a very pointed look. 

“You don’t have to.” Steve slumped back against Billy’s chest, no doubt petulant. 

She shook her head, finally addressing Billy. 

“I’m Robin.”

“She does barrel racing,” Steve leaned back, muttering the information into Billy’s ear. His breath was hot against Billy’s skin, and Billy had to fight down a shiver that crept up his spine despite the blazing heat.

Another girl was sitting next to Robin, a pretty brunette with doe eyes to rival Steve’s. She seemed vaguely familiar. 

And then it clicked. 

“Aren’t you in the pageants?”

She laughed softly.

“My name’s Heather. And yes, I’m reigning Miss Rodeo USA, so I’ve been with these guys and will be until the next girl is crowned. It’s been a good time.” She glanced over at Robin, bumping their shoulders together. Billy raised one eyebrow at Robin, catching her eye and making her flush slightly. He shot her a quick wink. 

Steve shifted in his lap, putting one arm over Billy’s shoulders, winding his fingers through his little ponytail. 

“So, Billy,” Robin tried to move the conversation along, rolling her shoulders back. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“All bad, I hope.” 

“Nah, just, I feel like I know you quite well know. Like, really well. Like better than I ever wanted to know a guy-”

“Okay, yeah, Robin. We get it. Thanks.” Steve squirmed slightly in Billy’s lap, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears a bright red color. It was cute. Billy didn’t realize when Steve’s cheeks went all pink, that, other, places of him flushed too. He wondered how far down that rosy tint on Steve’s cheeks went. If it was all over his chest, if it leads down to his-

Nope. Not going there right now. Not when Steve is sitting on Billy’s lap, and they’re in fucking public. Absolutely not. No thanks. Billy’s fine. 

Robin squinted at him, and he tried to keep his face as blank as possible. 

Steve sighed heavily through his nose, shaking his head. 

“I’m getting a pop. Anyone else?”

Robin waved him off, and he was gone with a roll of his eyes. 

“So, you’re the poor San Diego bastard. My condolences.”

Billy squinted at her. 

“Not sure what you mean.” 

She took a deep breath, looking at Heather briefly. 

“Look. You know this little fling is just that. A little fling. Steve, he kinda, does this. Finds someone in every place we’re stationed, and has a month-long something with them. He loves attention but he’s too scared of commitment to do anything else. And honestly, I’m saying this all for your sake, because I’ve seen people get attached. He’s gonna eat you alive, and then he’s gonna leave, and it’s easier for you if you know that going in.”

Robin’s words settled like a fucking pit in Billy’s stomach. 

Because, yeah. He, like, kinda figured that. He knew their time was limited. Knew that Steve would slip through his fingers. And really, that was fine. Billy thinks he’d be the exact same way if the roles were reversed, that he would be constantly moving from one person to the next, never getting lonely, but never getting deep, either. 

He understands the whole commitment-phobe thing. Kinda takes one to know one. 

So he gets it. 

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like shit to have it put. So plainly.

“I’m sorry. That was probably too harsh but, you seem like a nice guy, and Steve doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s not trying to hurt people, he just, definitely uses the whole traveling rodeo thing to his advantage.”

“Nah, I get it. Really, I kinda figured it out. He said he likes to make friends wherever they are. So, it’s fine. And I think sometimes harsh can be alright.” He doesn’t wanna make Steve’s friend feel bad. 

And really, he did know what they were doing and what this was about. It just sucks having it confirmed by someone else. And put. So plainly. 

“I’m really not trying to be mean. I just kinda wanted to prepare you. If this is gonna be something that hurts, maybe it’s best to get out now.” Robin had very pretty blue eyes and freckles all over her face. She seemed warm, and the way she was staring at him was with so much concern. 

“Thank you. I get it, honest. I’d probably act just the same if I were him.”

“If you were who?” Steve had returned, slapping a can of root beer on the table in front of them, taking a seat pressed as close as possible to Billy, lifting up his arm to slide underneath it. 

“Quit being nosy.” Robin reached out to muss up Steve’s hair, poking him in the forehead. “What are you two doing today?”

Steve shrugged, taking the bait and moving on. 

“Wander the grounds. Maybe hang out at my place.” Billy’s interest piqued. He had no idea Steve had a place. “Might sneak out and go for a drive or something. You got any preference?” Steve leaned over the table, resting his elbows on top, placing his face in his hands, turning to look at Billy. 

“We could kick around here. I gotta drive Max home later so we should probably stick around.” Steve grinned at him. 

“Well, c’mon then. You’ve got plenty to see around here.”

Billy felt like Steve has already dragged through the entire grounds, he doesn’t know how there’s more to see. 

But it turned out there’s a lot more. Because Steve’s place, as it turns out, is one in a huge crowd of trailers. 

It was kinda out of Billy’s wildest imagination. Like what he’d picture an old-school traveling circus to be like. 

People were milling around everywhere, Steve saying hi to almost everyone they passed. Animals were being led to and from the large arena and the makeshift paddocks that were set up in the open grass. 

It was like nowhere Billy’s ever been before. 

Steve led him through the maze of trailers to a smaller version of an old school Airstream near the back of the lot, still hitched up to the back of a much larger, and very nice-looking, RV. 

Stevie Harrington was painted in curling dark green letters on the rounded metal door, a little cow munching on some grass painted below it.

“That your art?”

Steve snorted.

“ God, no. Robin did it for me a few years ago. That’s why it looks good.”

The hinges on the door squealed when he pulled it open and led Billy inside. 

It was hot in the airstream, and Steve turned on the solar power to get a small fan moving air through the place, propping open the door and the tiny window above the table.

“Home sweet traveling home.”

“Damn. This ain’t too bad of a setup.”

It really wasn’t. Sure, it was small, but it was perfect for one person. A tiny kitchenette faced the minuscule bathroom. The far sides of the trailer were taken up by a dining area, a table with booth-like seating, and a queen-sized bed taking up the opposite side, a small closet smushed between the bed and the kitchen.  

It was immaculately clean, not totally what Billy had expected from Steve. The bed was made, an old-looking, worn-out stuffed horse placed neatly in front of the pillows. 

There were pictures pinned up on little string light clothespins on the wall the bed was shoved against, and Steve even had a few posters over the booth seats. 

“It’s kinda nice. I saved up for a while to buy it. It’s kind of a lot being trapped in an RV with your parents, let me tell you. I’m still hooked up to theirs, and when we move I ride with them, usually, but at least I’ve got some space to myself.” Steve looked down at his feet. “Plus, I kinda figured, this is about as close as I’ll ever come to living on my own.”

“I really do like it. You’ve made it real nice in here.”

Steve looked back up to him, smiling proudly. 

“We don’t have to like, hang out in here. I just thought I’d welcome you in. To like, say, you know, if you’re ever around but don’t wanna hang out doing the same rodeo shit all the time, we could, like, spend some time in here.” Steve’s cheeks were going red. 

And Billy was fairly certain he knew where this was going. 

So he took the metaphorical bull by the horns, and wrapped his fingers in Steve’s literal belt loops, and pulled him close enough that their lips could touch. 

And apparently, Billy was right. Because Steve kissed him back immediately, and fervently, sliding his arms over Billy’s shoulders and pressing into him enough to move Billy back a few steps until his knees hit the bed, and he fell to sit on it. 

Steve wasted no time climbing on his lap, kneeling straddling Billy, pressed together as close as possible. 

Steve broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily and Billy attached himself to Steve’s neck, leaving wet kisses in his path down the long column of his throat. 

“God, fuck. Can we-”

“ Yeah. Yeah, Baby,” Billy was breathless as he replied, getting both hands under Steve’s ass and flipping their position in one fluid motion, getting Steve on his back, his legs wrapped around Billy’s waist. 

“Get the door.”

Billy pressed a long sucking kiss to Steve’s neck before pulling away, slamming the door closed as Steve drew the blinds on the window above the bed and turned on the air conditioning unit in the ceiling.

“It’s gonna get super fucking hot in here if we fuck.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

Steve laughed at Billy, rolling back to lay properly on the bed, taking his stuffed horse and tossing it on the table behind Billy. 

“I don’t want her to have to see this.”

“Fine by me.” Billy was back on him in a second, pushing his hands up Steve’s shirt, yanking it off him as fast as possible. 

Steve was so fucking gorgeous. 

He had a light tan all over his body, with definite paler parts where his shirts usually sit. 

And he was fit. His muscles weren’t as bulky as Billy’s, but he was obviously strong. 

Billy leaned over him, tasting the salt on his skin as Steve began fumbling with the buttons of Billy’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so roughly one of the shoulder seams groaned, threatening to rip. 

Billy took that as his cue to pull away from Steve again, shedding his shirt and kicking off his shoes, helping Steve out of his little short shorts. 

He was wearing this excellent pair of boots, deep red with white embroidered stitching covering the boot. 

Steve leaned forward, moving to pull off the boots.

“Wait, no. Leave ‘em on.”

Steve looked at him.

“You call me a hick all the fuckin’ time, and now you’re here saying you wanna fuck me in my boots.”

“It’s hot. You’re like the chick from Footloose .”

“Aren’t you gay?”

“Hot is hot, Steve.” 

Steve huffed a laugh, putting his leg back down, letting Billy settle between both of them. 

“So, are we gonna talk about the girl in an eighties movie, or are you going to fuck me through this mattress?”

“Alright, bossy. You got lube?”

Steve huffed, poking Billy’s chest until he moved off him. 

Steve sat up, crawling to the end of the bed, digging through the laundry in the hamper for the bottle of lube. 

Billy stared at him. 

Mostly, he was just staring at his asshole. It was so perfect and pink, and looked buttery and soft. 

And Jesus, he really just wanted to lick it, to get his face buried between Steve’s cheeks and go to town on the pretty pink furl of muscle. 

And, well, what’s stopping him? 

Absolutely nothing.

He got up, following Steve’s path until he was behind him, taking each cheek in one hand. 

Steve froze where he was digging through the laundry, Billy’s breath puffing between his cheeks. 

“What are you-” 

And then Billy licked up his crack, his tongue dragging all the way up from his balls, flicking once against his hole. 

“ Billy .” Steve spread his legs, pushing his hips back into Billy’s face, wordlessly asking for more. 

So Billy gave it to him. 

He opened his mouth, licking all around his rim, pressing his tongue just slightly inside, sucking on the soft pink flesh, making Steve’s breath hitch and whines pour out of his mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re good at that.”

Billy responded by pulling back, and spitting on Steve’s hole. 

Steve was taken by surprise, if his soft gasp was anything to go by. He dropped his head against the bed, biting onto the blanket. 

Billy just kept going, using his lips and tongue and teeth, opening him up and getting him wet. 

“Fuck, Billy, please just fuck me. I want you so bad .” Steve’s voice was pitchy and breathy, muffled in the blanket. 

He was grinding his hips forward and back, pressing himself against Billy’s tongue. 

Like he wanted nothing more than he wanted Billy’s tongue in his ass right then. 

And Billy certainly wasn’t complaining, not at how fucking nice and soft his asshole was against his tongue, how he tasted kinda clean and kinda musky at the same time. It was heady and Billy would happily spend the rest of his stupid life with his face buried between Steve’s cheeks. 

Something smacked against the top of Billy’s head, and he pulled away briefly to find a bottle of lube on the bed, the one that Steve had no doubt tossed over his shoulder and accidentally accosted Billy with. 

“That fuckin’ hit me in the head, you piece a’ shit.”

“I don’t care,” Steve whined, pushing his hips back even further, spreading himself out more and more for Billy to hungrily take in. “Just finger me and fuck me !”

“Bossy.”

Steve huffed, shifting his head around until he could look back at Billy, his brows pinched in a little scowl, giving Billy a dirty look that was equal parts adorable pout and sexy scowl. He looked like the grumpiest little slut. 

And Billy indulged him, squeezing out a big glob of lube, meticulously coating his first two fingers with it. 

“I know what I like, and I get what I like.”

“Jesus, I thought all them girls were the rodeo queens. Not you .”

“I’m the queen of getting my fucking way. Now for the love of God, put your fingers in me.”

And Billy couldn’t do anything but indulge him. 

He began with just one finger, sliding it slowly and deliberately down to the last knuckle. 

Steve sighed as Billy’s finger entered him, relaxing his upper body into the bed, somehow canting his hips up even more, his back arched as much as Billy’s ever fuckin’ seen. 

So Billy took a chance, pumping his finger in and out a few times, pulling it nearly all the way out, only to replace it with both fingers. He moved slowly, simply fucking Steve with his fingers for a moment, watching Steve as he crooked his fingers downward. 

And Steve moaned, and it was like he became a puddle. All his muscles relaxing and unwinding as Billy curled his fingers, pressing deeply against his prostate, rubbing tiny circles into the small bundle of nerves. 

“God, Bill. That feels so fucking good,” Steve said through a throaty moan. Billy was slowly moving his fingers in and out of Steve, pressing down into that wonderful spot each time he was buried all the way to the knuckle. “Add another. Please, I want you in me.”

Billy had to palm himself to relieve some of the pressure of his own dick, flushed red and oh so painful where it was hard against his stomach. 

But he did as Steve told him to do, drawing out his two fingers to press in a third. 

There was something of a shift in the sticky airstream. As those three thick fingers sank into Steve, it was as though both boys agreed to move faster. Steve began pushing his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Billy’s fingers, matching the steady pace Billy had set with his hand. 

Billy was tugging his fingers in and out, pushing into Steve’s prostate with each movement, the lube creating a squelching noise as they picked up the pace. 

And finally, Steve had enough. 

He moved his hips forward, sitting back on his heels to look at Billy over his shoulder. 

His face was flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, his pupils blown wide, making his already dark eyes seem nearly black. He tossed Billy a condom, and Billy caught it against his heaving chest. 

Steve’s breath caught as Billy ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, looking like some kinda fuckin’ animal, rolling it onto himself with a practiced hand.

“Billy, I fucking want you-”

Billy cut him off by pressing himself against Steve’s back, kissing him harshly as he felt him up, his hands roving, touching every bit of Steve he could possibly manage. 

Steve had his own mission, reaching awkwardly behind him to take Billy’s stiff cock in hand, fumbling slightly as he lined up the flushed head of his dick with his slicked-up hole, teasing himself before urging Billy to push on in. 

Their lips lost touch from one another the second Billy began moving his hips forward, their moans mingling in the space between them. 

“God, fuck, Stevie.” Billy could hardly control himself. He so wanted to let loose, start fucking wildly into the tight heat of Steve’s body, take him as hard and fast as possible. 

He let his hands drop down and settle on Steve’s hips. He could feel the firm muscles tensing under his hands, like Steve was barely keeping himself from rocking back to fuck himself harder and faster on Billy’s cock. 

And that’s what pushed Billy over the edge. 

He pushed Steve forward until he was back in position, face down, ass up. His hands gripped Steve’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Jesus, Billy hoped to fucking God Steve had dark marks in the shape of Billy’s fingers for days and days. And he let himself go for it. 

Steve was making these breathy, punched-out noises, like with every harsh thrust of Billy’s hips, all the air in his lungs was being forced right out of him. 

Billy was slamming them together, pulling Steve’s hips back as he surged his own forward, pulling out almost entirely each time. He was relentless, taking Steve like a goddamn animal right there on the once neat bed. 

Neither of them was going to last long, they both knew it. 

Billy had taken so much time opening Steve up with his lips and tongue and fingers, Steve wouldn’t even be shocked if he came completely untouched, falling apart with only the attentions Billy has granted to his hole. 

Until Billy reached around him with his left hand, still gripping Steve’s body with his right. 

He took hold of Steve’s leaking cock, brushing his thumb over the slit to collect some of the glistening precum, drawing his hand tightly down the shaft, moving at an agonizingly slow pace compared to the buck of his hips, keeping Steve on the edge of something, making everything way too much and definitely not enough. 

And there was nothing Steve could do. 

He felt fucking helpless as Billy pounded him. It was taking all his energy not to just melt into the mattress at this point and let Billy have his way with him. 

But Billy was getting close, too close to keep this game up for much longer. 

He sped up the movement of his hand, his fist beginning to pump faster and faster over Steve’s aching cock. He wanted him to finish first, wanted to watch as Steve writhed and moaned about. 

It didn’t take long. Less than a minute of Billy jerking Steve as quick and rough as he was fucking him, and Steve was spilling out onto the blanket below him, nearly yelling out while his hips convulsed and his fingers twisted until he had a white knuckle grip on the blanket. 

Billy could only just hang on, fuck and jerk Steve through it, only letting his grip on his cock go a little slack when Steve finally relaxed a bit below him. 

Billy pulled out, snapping off the condom and taking his dick in hand, finishing himself off all over Steve’s lower back, watching his thick cum drip down the slope of his ass. 

“ Fuck. You’re so hot,” Billy said, totally in awe. Steve was even hotter than normal wearing nothing but his bright red boots and Billy’s spunk. 

Billy took a cloth from the tiny bathroom, getting it a little wet to wipe the cum off of Steve as he lay stretched like a cat on the small bed. 

“Thank God I don’t have to ride tomorrow, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit, let alone get in a saddle.” He threw a wink over his shoulder at Billy, bending his knees to let his feet kick up behind him, crossing his ankles in the red boots. 

“We should make the best of our good fortune, then. I’ve got a few more rounds in me.”

“Billy Hargrove, you fuckin’ devil .”

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

Footprints in the Sand

Part 6: Conquest 

Summary/Author's Note: This...this was a hard one to write. That's probably why it is about 1k words shorter than what I normally like. A lot of internal despair and heartache. this👏 chapter👏 is👏 painful 👏I'm👏 not 👏fucking👏 around.👏 I will fix it I promise. Rest assured, Oberyn gets to speak with Jaime in part 7...

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Rating/Warnings: (R/18+) Mentions of: rape, murder, physical/mental abuse, children abuse/murder. Jaime Lannister is a bastard man.

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The ride back to the castle was just as awful as you knew it would be. You didn't have to be facing him to feel the arrogant smirk that Jaime wore as the two of you rode back to the red keep. Your humiliation was his joy, your suffering was his job well done. He may have acted upon the orders of Tywin Lannister but he did so with a joyful willingness that fueled his sadistic nature.

He reached up and took your hand as he helped you off of the horse. With shaking fingers, you haphazardly laced your bodice to try and look less disheveled as the two of you walked into the castle side by side. 

"Is my Uncle really worried?" You asked, your voice sounding echoed in the stone hallways filled only by the heavy footfalls of the King's guard. 

"He's worried because my father tells him to be." Jaime said flatly, his hand balanced on the pommel of his sword.

"So, Oberyn was right," you glanced at him, your mouth set into a hard frown. "This is Tywin's doing. Why does he care?"

Jaime grinned and looked at you. A small amount of surprise filled his soft blue eyes and it made your stomach queasy. "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

Jaime shook his head, letting his long blonde hair move side to side as he chuckled deep within his chest. "Oh, (y/n). You are still very much the ignorant child that I knew on the rock." 

You glared at him and his words caused a wave of anger to rise up in your chest. It made you feel braver, more solid, and you held on to it tightly because it was better than the heartache you carried thinking about Oberyn and Ellaria. 

"As fun as it is to stand here and be insulted," you gathered your skirts in your hands and met his gaze. "I'll retire to my room. Tell my Uncle I'm safe, just like he wanted."

You started to turn towards the stairs but Jaime reached out and grabbed your upper bicep, stopping you from leaving. He seemed to consider his next words carefully before looking to the guard at each of his sides and nodding them away. They bowed their heads slightly before taking their leave and walking in unison down the hall. Being alone with Jaime Lannister was not something you particularly wanted but you forced the rational side of your brain to take over. It wasn't like he could hurt you in a castle full of people. Was it? There was nothing he would stand to gain from that--and a Lannister rarely did anything if they didn't get something out of it.

"I want to show you something," he said, careful to keep his tone even and his smile pleasant. 

"Jaime, I'm tired--"

"Oh, I bet you are."

You fought to keep the disgust out of your tone and failed miserably as you jerked your arm from his grasp. "You're disgusting."

"You can walk with me," he nodded down the hallway towards the throne room. "Or I can drag you." He looked back at you and shrugged under his armor. "The choice is yours but rest assured," he leaned in and lowered his voice with a smirk. "I'm happy either way."

You glared at him and knew out of the two options he would prefer the latter and you had already had your fill of being paraded around this morning. With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and walked towards the archway that lead into the main hall of the red keep. His eyes lingered on your ass but you didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that it gave you a chill down your spine. 

The red keep was every bit as menacing and dark as its name suggested. The stone was dark, cold, unfeeling, softened only by the large, red banners that hung down from the rafters displaying the Lannister signet. A large stained glass window let in the overcast sunlight about every ten feet on the Eastern wall of the keep. Each window held a large lion in the middle, made of iron, standing up in its hind legs and roaring to the heavens. The Lannister's champion, a fierce, proud predator--a fearless leader. On the other side of the keep the pattern was repeated with a rearing stag, the symbol of Robert Baratheon, the current king of the seven kingdoms. The stag shared the keep with the lion because although he was king, it was no secret that Robert sat on the throne because of the Lannister's. They had given him everything--a wife in the form of Jaime's sister Cersei, an army, a kings guard, and in the end...a crown.

The room was empty and as Jaime shut the doors behind the two of you, the vast echo it created was unnerving. 

"What is it you wanted to show me?" You asked, hugging yourself and rubbing your arms. It was freezing and, without your cloak or shawl, goosebumps covered your skin quickly. 

"Forgive me, for this morning." Jaime started and the uneasy feeling in your gut started to grow. Jaime Lannister was not known for his willingness to apologize. "I only wish to protect you. Protect our family."

"I didn't need protection," you said bitterly.

"But you did," he said, looking at you with concern that you knew was fake. "You just didn't know it."

"What are you talking about?"

Jaime walked up the steps to the dais that held the iron throne. It was a menacing looking seat, covered in hundreds of swords and steel. Men had died for it, bled for it but Jaime touched it fondly like it was an old friend. "Do you know who sat on the iron throne before Robert?" Jaime asked without pretense and you looked at him skeptically.

"What does that have to do with an--"

"Do you know?" He pressed the question and you decided you would play his insufferable game.

"Aerys Targaryen. Why?"

"He had two sons. The oldest being Rhaegar Targaryen." Jamie said, turning around to you slowly as he continued to lean on the throne.

"Is there a point to this history lesson?" You asked bitterly but he ignored you for a question of his own.

"Do you know who he was married to?" Jaime asked. 

"Lyanna Stark," you said flatly. "That's what started this war--."

"Wrong," Jaime shook his head and you looked at him perplexed. 

"What?"

"Before Lyanna, who was he married to?" 

"I don't know." You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "I don't understand--"

"Elia Martell."

You felt your heart drop down through your rib cage like an iron weight. That couldn't have been right. If it was then surely you would have known, made some kind of connection, or Oberyn would have told you. Wouldn't he?

"What?" You whispered as a grin nearly split Jaime's face in two.

"So, you didn't know." He brushed his hair away from his face and looked at the iron throne. He nodded before continuing his lecture. "Elia Martell. Princess of Dorne and middle child between her two brothers, Prince Doran and," he paused to look at you making sure he didn't miss your reaction. "Prince Oberyn." 

He walked back down the few steps and across the hall to stand close to you again. The smugness radiating off of him was suffocating. You tried to focus on breathing, collecting even amounts of air and not allowing your thoughts to run away from you. That's what he wanted. You kept your tone even and leveled your gaze with his.

"What does it matter?" You asked.

"It matters a great deal actually," Jaime chuckled. "She was next in line to be queen. She had two children, a boy and a girl."

"Why are you telling me this--"

"Silence." Jaime warned, putting his face right next to yours and grit his teeth. "When the fool Robert stormed King's Landing, my father's men took the castle. And do you want to know what they did to Elia and her children?"

You didn't. You didn't want to know but you couldn't pull yourself away. The intensity of his eyes told you he wouldn't let you leave until he was finished with you. Your stomach turned and you felt like you were going to be sick. Jaime grabbed you by the arms and started to walk you backwards.

"Knight Captain Amory Lorch found the little princess hiding under the bed. He dragged her out by her hair as she screamed for her mother and he stabbed her over fifty times."

You put your hands on his arms trying to push him away from you but he was so much stronger. You closed your eyes and shook your head. "Don't--"

"Ser Gregor Clegane found the young prince trying to protect his precious mother and the Mountain smashed his skull against the wall of this very room right in front of her eyes." He shoved you back against the stone wall and leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Perhaps against these very stones."

"Stop!" You shoved him away from you and tried to run passed him but he was too fast. He grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you back against the wall. The action knocked the air from your lungs and caused you to gasp. 

"Oh, but you haven't heard the best part!" He said with an excited lit to his voice that made you want to vomit. He laughed and it sent a chill through your gut as he reached up and grabbed you by the hair and started marching you back to the middle of the room. "Clegane took Elia Martell into this room." He tightened his fingers as you thrashed against him and whimpered as his grip on your hair became too much. "He tore off her clothes and he pinned her down and he raped her again, and again--"

"Jaime!" You yelled at him and kicked him in the shin, causing him to release his grip abruptly. You fell to the floor of the keep on your hands and knees with a grunt and he dropped to his knees to grip your upper arms. You fought him tooth and nail and he growled before giving in to his frustrations and slapping you hard across the face with the back of his hand. 

You fell flat on the stone floor, your curls falling over your face as flashes of black filled your vision and pain blossomed on your cheekbone. You coughed quietly and curled up on your side, bringing a hand to your face and trying to wrap your mind around the fact that Jaime had just struck you. You knew he was angry at being sent to find you. You knew he was vile and full of himself and had a temper. But never in your life had someone hit you like he did now and the disbelief briefly held the pain at bay--but you knew it was waiting. 

"Shh, Shh, come here," Jaime cooed and you felt terrified of him as he pulled you back into a sitting position and pushed your hair back from your face. You wanted to push him away, but you didn't want to risk more of his wrath. 

"P-please, stop," you managed to whisper and he gripped the back of your neck, making you look at the patterned stone below. 

"Elia Martell was murdered in this exact spot, (y/n). Clegane bashed her skull against these bricks once he had used up her body and he laughed as he did it." He whispered against your hair. "I should know, I was there. It took days to get her blood off of these stones."

He looked at you in a way that made you want to cover yourself with your own arms. Against your better judgement, you looked into his face and he grinned in response. 

"Why do you think Oberyn didn't tell you?"

"I don't know," you tried but he wasn't having it.

"Don't be coy. The Lannisters are the reason his sister is in the ground. His niece and nephew died on the word of my father--your family. Our family did his a great injustice."

"He doesn't blame me--"

"Perhaps not. But I must hand it to him--what a slight to Tywin to fuck his niece in a whore house--"

You tried to push out of Jaime's grasp. He didn't know anything about what had happened between you and Oberyn in the last few days. How dare he try and taint what the three of you had had. Despite whatever happened in the coming days, they had been kind to you, they had opened their world to you--the thought alone caused tears to burn behind your eyes and Jaime saw it. 

"Did you think he cared about you?" He asked with an open mouth smile. "Oh, dear cousin. You were nothing more than a conquest. A trophy for Oberyn Martell to put on his shelf until he can get the revenge against our house that he so desperately wants."

"You're wrong," you spat at him and he shook his head.

"You know that I'm not." 

You wanted to stay on the floor of that keep forever. You wanted to be left alone to soothe the ache that had settled between your breasts and the throbbing of your cheek. A conquest. A trophy. A prize to be hung on a wall and left to collect dust. It wasn't necessarily something to be cherished--but forgotten about until something better came along. Is that what you were to Oberyn? To Ellaria? The thought made you want to sob because just this morning you had believed otherwise. You had let yourself believe their words, that they wanted your company, your thoughts, your presence. You let yourself believe that they had wanted you. 

"Can I go?" You hated the way your voice sounded--so broken and small.

"Yes," he said simply, not bothering to help you as you got to your feet. 

You finally allowed yourself to hug your own arms, to fold in on your own body for whatever little protection the action would offer. The only sound in the keep was your shoes clicking against the stone as you hurried for the door. You didn't even stop when you heard Jaime's voice call out to you.

"The feast tonight is the last of the week. You're expected to be there." He stood slowly and balanced his hand on his sword as he watched your retreating form. "Don't make me have to come and find you."

The door slammed behind you as you climbed the stairs to your bedchambers. Hot tears burned down their cheeks and once you were alone you let them fall freely. You wished you had never experienced the gentle kiss of Ellaria Sand. You wished you had never known the idea of going to Dorne, of a way out of this conventional life. You wished you had never met Oberyn Martell. 

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The Emo Who Stole Christmas

Chapter 3: Virgil Is Meme-Worthy, the Mayor Is an Ass, Roman Is Very Gay, and Emile Just Wants a Happy Holiday

Word Count: 5,534

Pairings: Pre-established Prinxiety and Logicality and Demus

Warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, anxiety, nervousness, past bullying mention, Virgil being treated as a joke, peer pressure? Brief mention of fire, cursing, let me know if I missed any.

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So, because Virgil was just petty and meme-worthy enough, he stood outside his cave home hating the Whos.

Virgil huffed as he glared at Whoville through his telescope. He turned around and stomped inside to grab his phone. He stomped back outside and scowled as he stared down at the town. "Let's do it alphabetically. Aardvarkian Abakenezer Who...I HATE YOU!" The wind howled as it carried his shout off. Virgil smirked. "Aaron B. Benson Who, I hate you." Then Virgil went down the list. "Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate hate. Double hate," He paused as he came to the Mayor's name. "Loathe entirely!" He growled and shoved his phone in his pocket. He crossed his arms and pouted. As he stood there, the wind whipped and brought a cheerful melody along with it. Virgil's eyes widened and he gasped. "Nutcrackers! Shit! Fuck! It's their Whobilation!"

He snarled with a sneer. 

"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" He said and whirled around, racing inside he shouted, Remy! Please get me my sedative!!" Virgil raced around until he found a large mallet. He stood in front of his bed and stared at the object in his hands like it was his salvation. "Now, to get rid of those pesky memories!" He quickly slammed the mallet against his face and fainted, dropping the mallet and falling back into his bed. 

Remy stood atop his cat tree constructed of boxes and just shook his head. 

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Emile watched as Whos dressed up as candy canes ran past excitedly singing. "Whobilation, plentiful with candy canes and pies. I can't wait to get there and eat some google fries! Whobilation! Whobilation!!" Emile bit their lip, they were dressed in a red dress with a checkered apron and big blue fluffy mittens. They turned back to their Dad as they followed them to the nomination ceremony. "Dad?" They asked nervously. 

"Yeah?" Patton asked as he carried a pile of presents. 

"I've been thinking about the Whobilation and I may do something drastic."

Patton nodded. "That's fine, Emile. Just ask your father." 

Emile frowned and glanced around. "Umm, where did he go?" The two stopped as they heard Logan's distance voice. 

"Honey!! Honey! Look!! I just found the cutest little light for my Christmas display!" Emile's eyes widened as they noticed their father carrying a traffic light. They opened their mouths to say something with the distant sound of a horn blaring and undeniable crash of a car. Patton jumped and turned his worried face behind them when Logan grabbed his arm. "Come on, we're gonna be late!" Emile stared after their parents in disbelief before shaking off their shock and running after them. Most of the Whos in Whoville (those that celebrated Christmas, Whos who celebrate other holidays had separate days for their Whobilation celebration, depending on when their holidays started) stood in a big crowd surround town hall. On the steps stood a red and green podium. Whoville band stood off to the side and Roman May right in front of them dressed in a large poofy red dress with green trim and gold details along the bodice. His eyelids were dusted with silver and gold eyeshadow and his lips were a deep holiday red. His face bore a kind smile but for anyone who truly knew him, they would notice the sorrow in his eyes at not being next to his loved one.

Mayor Anton stood beside Roman, his pristine white-gloved hands gently holding the edges of the podium as he waved at his town. Behind him, a red cape sprawled out trimmed with white and black fur. If anyone knew any better, they would say he was trying to emulate a king. A very rich king who only saw them as his lowly subjects. 

"And now!" Anton exclaimed once everyone had settled down. "The nominations for the Who among us all who best represents the best qualities of Whodom and Whodery! The Whoville holiday cheer-meister!!"

The crowd erupted into loud cheers and applause. Mayor Anton smiled as he soaked up the attention like a greedy sponge. Roman spared a glance at the man and his nose wrinkled in disgust. The image of a younger Anton laughing as he made fun of a young Virgil ran through his mind, making him more upset. "Do I hear a nomination?" Anton, a knowing smile as he prepared to act shocked upon hearing his name. 

"I nominate the Grinch!" 

The Whos all drew in a loud collective gasp as they all whirled around and split a clear path to Emile Lou Who. "The Grinch??" Patton and Logan whispered to each other as they looked at their child with dropped jaws. Roman allowed himself a fond smile as attention was drawn away from the steps that led into the town hall. "The Grinch?" Mayor Anton asked slowly. Roman's eyes widened and prayed that he wouldn't insult Emile. "My, my, my!" The mayor exclaimed as he looked up at Patton and Logan. The two parents gulped, authority intimated them. They didn't want to be outcasted. Not like the kid in their class so many years ago. "What an altruistic child you have there!" 

"Thank you," Patton replied nervously. 

Anton gave a tight smile to Emile as he walked around the podium to come to stand in front of it. Emile slowly walked up, scared yet feeling exhilarated at the same time. "Let me quote a verse from the Book of Who." The mayor's assistant hefted a heavy book over and placed it in the mayor's arms. "Thank you." The mayor quickly opened the book and flipped to the page he was looking for. "Ah! 'The term 'Grinchy' shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply''. Now, I must ask: does that sound like our holiday cheer-meister?" 

Emile cocked their head to the side. "True, Mr. May-Who. But the Book of Who says this too: 'No matter how different a Who may appear they will always be welcomed with holiday cheer.’”

Anton panicked slightly as he heard the crowd began to whisper their agreements with Emile's quote. Roman felt his heart swell with joy. His love was getting a chance to prove them wrong! "Ah! Yes, it does..but it also says…" he frantically looked through the book trying to find anything to help him. "It also says 'The award' cannot go to the Grinch because…' sometimes things get the lead-pipe cinch.'" He quickly closed the book and tucked it under his arm.

"It doesn't say that! You made that up!" Emile raised their voice, they would have known if it had after staying up all night and studying the text front to back to make sure they were doing everything legally. The crowd's head whipped back to look at the mayor. 

"No, it does.." Their heads whipped back to Emile. 

"What page?" 

Anton's eyes blew ridiculously wide as the crowd whipped back to face him. He fumbled with the book for a few seconds before going, "I, uh, lost my place, but it's-it's in here!" 

Emile frowned. "But the book says, 'the cheer-mister is the one who deserves a back slap or a toast. And it's supposed to go to the soul at Christmas who needs it the most.' I believe that the soul is the Grinch." Emile turned away from the mayor to face the crowd. "And if you're the Whos I hope you are, you will too." 

"They're right!" A voice called out. The crowd cheered. Patton and Logan placed a hand to their hearts, pride for their child bright on their faces. 

Anton frowned but quickly forced a small smile to their face. "You want to waste a perfectly good nomination of the Grinch, that's up to you. But I'm telling you! The Grinch will never come down!" 

"And when he doesn't, the mayor will wear the crown!" The mayor's assistant exclaimed. 

Anton blinked, seemingly surprised. Roman knew he wasn't. "Well...more or less." 

The crowd erupted into song again and ran through the town to begin the festivities.  

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Virgil lay flat in his bed. His covers pulled up his chin as he stared sleepily at the ceiling. "'Tick, tock, tick, tock. Counting down the Christmas clock. Old, young, big, small-ALLLL!" Virgil shot up and quickly pulled the pillow down over his ears. "Blast this Christmas music!" He exclaimed as he fought to keep sound out of his head. "It’s loud and triumphant." He flung himself out of his bed and up to the second floor. "Must! Drown! Them! Out!" He yelled as he poured nails into blenders and closed them, turning them all on high. "It's not working!!!" He cried out helpless, feeling overwhelmed. 

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The wipper-winds whipped, high above the Who town. A trip or a slip, you'd slide all the way down.

Emile looked out over their town as they climbed the mountain and huffed as they moved higher.

But this child had a mission. They knew what to do. They would invite the Grinch themselves, that brave Emile Lou. 

Emile knocked on the Grinch's door, a loud sound pounding through the metal. After getting no answer, Emile decided they were going to open the door, unaware of someone down in the town noticing their absence and preparing to follow them. 

As Emile walked inside, the door closed shut behind them, the biting cold outside becoming extinguished in the warmth of the Grinch's home. Emile glanced around at the big open area and noticed a ledge over a lower level. They looked down and saw a tall pale figure with rich purple hair. They quickly located the stairs and rushed down to see the Grinch- Virgil standing in front of the toy monkey. Each time the monkey clapped the symbols together, they slammed around Virgil's head. Emile winced. "Mr. Grinch?" They asked, unsure if they were allowed to use his real name or not. They reached forward and tapped on his shoulder. 

Virgil shot up and closed his hands around the monkey's holding them there until the toy broke. Virgil slowly turned his head to face Emile. "Hello, little child." He turned completely, as he realized that he wasn't wearing his Grinch suit and was dressed in sweats and a hoodie, something not really intimidating, he decided he would have to play it up if he wanted to keep his reputation. "How dare you enter, the Grinch's lair!?!?!" Remy rolled his eyes and began to groom himself as all cats do when their pet is being ridiculous. 

"The impudence! The audacity!! The unmitigated gall! You called down the thunder, now get ready for the boom!" Virgil tried to twist his facial features into a scary grimace. "Gaze into the face of fear!" 

Emile raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. They sighed. "Mr. Grinch, my name is Emile Lou Who-" 

Virgil began feeling his heartbeat pick up with panic as he realized this child wasn't affected. He tried harder to be scary. "Even now! The terror is welling up inside you." 

Emile giggled. "I'm not scared of you." 

"Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil!" Emile shook their heads. "Doubt! Another unmistakable sign of the heebie-jeebies!" Virgil yelled jumping around trying to scare the child. "You're doomed now!!" He quickly pulled a random white shirt on over top his hoodie and worked on ripping it open. "Run for your life! Before I kill again!" He exclaimed as he ripped the shirt off and began dancing around like a maniac. "I'm a psycho!" Virgil paused as he still got no reaction from Emile. He frowned. He began hopping around shouting, "Danger! Danger! Danger!" 

"Maybe you need a time out?" Emile replied, trying desperately to talk to the man before him without hurting his feelings. 

Virgil stopped and blinked. He crossed his arms and frowned as he looked off into the distance muttering to himself. "Kids today, so desensitized by movies and television." He whirled back to face Emile. "What do you want?" He asked wearily. 

Emile smiled. "Mr. Grinch, I would like to invite you to be a holiday cheer-meister." Virgil raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the invitation Emile held out to him. 

"'Cheer-meister. Celebrate with friends,'" He read. He laughed. "That's a good one!" He turned and stalked off as he tried to push down the hurt he felt at being pranked so bad. 

Emile followed quickly. "Look, I know you hate Christmas!"

"I don't hate Christmas," Virgil muttered to himself. "I just hate all the commercialism." 

"I myself am having some doubts! But if you reunite with the Whos and be a part of the holidays-"

"Maybe if you reunite with the Whos and be a part of the holidays," Virgil mocked. "Grow up!" He yelled back as they walked up the stairs. 

"Maybe it'll be okay for me too!" 

"I'm sorry, your session is over. Please make another appointment on the way out!" Virgil sneered. 

"Please! You have to accept the award!"

Virgil paused. 

"An award? You never mentioned an award." 

Arms wrapped around Virgil's torso as a head lay softly on his shoulder causing Virgil to jump before he realized who it was. Emile smiled fondly at Roman and Virgil. Virgil blushed furiously. 

"Please, darling? Emile here was able to convince the town to accept the nomination. I think they're willing to give you a second chance!" 

Virgil bit his lip. "I don't know…" 

Roman smirked and kissed Virgil's cheek. "Mayor Anton wasn't happy," he whispered. 

Virgil eyed lit up with mischief. "He wasn't?" 

Emile shook their head. "No, he was actually trying to find a law that said we couldn't nominate you." 

Virgil smirked. "Well, if it really bothers him, I suppose I can show up ...maybe…” 

Roman grinned and gave Virgil another kiss before turning to Emile. "Come on, we gotta get back down there before people notice we're missing." 

"Okay." Emile turned and handed the invite to Virgil. "I really hope you come, Virgil."

Roman and Emile made to leave before Virgil's uncertain voice stopped them. "If I were to go…should I wear the suit?" 

Roman shook his head. "I think it's better if you don't. It will show you're willing to take this second chance." 

Virgil nodded. "Okay...maybe I'll see you later." 

Emile and Roman grinned before going over to stand right behind the front door. Virgil walked over and waited for both of them to prepare for the drop. 

"I love you, V." 

"Love you too, Ro." 

Virgil pulled the rope and the floor beneath Roman and Emile gave way to a chute. The two dropped down and slid through the tube laughing and giggling. Then they shot out of one of the chutes for trash and landed in a pile of snow. Roman stood up and helped Emile up. "Go find your family."

"Will he actually come?" Emile asked. 

Roman blinked before giving Emile a soft smile. "I'm pretty sure we wore him down. But even if he doesn't, I know he really appreciates your gesture. And he's really anxious so don't take it personally if he doesn't, okay?" Emile smiled and nodded. Roman grinned back and turned to get to his place. "See you later, Emile!" 

"See you, Roman!" 

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Virgil pouted in his recliner. "The nerve of them! Inviting me down on such short notice!!" He set the invite down on a side table. "Besides, even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it!" He turned and opened a big book and read his schedule out loud. "'4 o'clock, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, gaze into the abyss. 5 o'clock solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30 dinner with me. I can't cancel that again," Virgil said as he bit his lip. "'7 o'clock, wrestle with my self-loathing.'" Virgil paused. "I'm booked!" He sighed and bit his lip, knowing just how pathetic he sounded as he looked at Remy's unamused face. "Well, if I bumped the loathing to 9, I would still have time to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling as I slip slowly into madness." He paused again, feeling excitement bubble up in his stomach. "But what would I wear!?!"  

Virgil jumped out of his chair and ran to a nearby table piled with junk. He gripped the edge of the table cloth beneath it and yanked hard as he walked away. After noticing nothing fell off the table, he quickly turned around and shoved everything off the table and then tipped it over for good measure. He stood in front of his mirror and stared unsure at the skirt he had fashioned for himself out of the table cloth. He frowned and ripped it off and ran to his closet. "Stupid!" He cried out as he threw articles of clothing behind him. "Ugly! Out of date!" He stomped out of his closet. "That's it, if I can't find something nice to wear, then I'm not going!" 

Remy knocked a box off of a table near the door creating a loud thud. Virgil jumped and turned to face whatever had happened and noticed a rectangular box wrapped in crimson red and sparkling gold. He frowned. He didn't remember that. Curiously, he walked over and gingerly picked up the box. It wasn't until he noticed Roman's fancy script that he felt safe to open it. He let out a gasp as he saw the plum-colored dress shirt and midnight black dress pants. He carefully lifted them out and noticed a purple and red plaid vest and silver converse. He picked up a note and quickly read through it. 

Virgil, I would love to see you at the Whobilation, but if you don't want to you don't have to. However, if you do, I would adore finding you in this~.

Virgil quickly ran to put the outfit on. He nervously looked at himself in the mirror and found he actually liked what he saw. He struck some confident poses before walking away with a pout. "That's it, I'm not going." 

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Mayor Anton stood in front of the crowd again with a broad grin. "It's time for our Holiday Cheer-meister of the Year Award!" The crowd erupted into cheers. "Congratulations, Mr. Grinch!" He turned to the spot next to him but there was no one there. He let out a sarcastic sound of surprise. "He isn't here?" He didn't show?" The crowd frowned and began talking amongst themselves as Emile tried to stay hopeful. "Who could have predicted this?" The mayor asked. Roman found himself wishing he could just choke the heck out of him right then. 

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Virgil bit his lip. "Okay, I'll swing by for a second, allow them to envy me, grab a handful of popcorn shrimp and blow out of there," Virgil said as he walked over to leave. Suddenly, he paused and spun around dramatically. "What's if it's a cruel prank? What if it's a cash war?" He gasped. "How dare they! Okay, I'll go...but I'll be fashionably late...no. Yes. No. Yes! No! Yes! Nope! Definitely not!" He spun back towards the door. "Alright, I have made my decision! I'm going! And that's that!" He raised his hand. "Oops, I had my fingers crossed!" 

Remy quickly pulled the rope before Virgil could move and Virgil dropped through the floor. "Maybe I should have flipped a coin!" He screamed as he shot through the chute. 

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"I guess the award goes to the runner-up," the mayor said. 

His assistant quickly moved to speak into the mic. "That's right! A man for whom Christmas comes not once a year, but every minute of every day! A man who has had his tonsils removed twice!" 

The mayor laughed. "Now that is an interesting story! You see what had happened was-"

He was cut off by the sound of screaming. In a blink, Virgil shot out of the trash chute and bounced off a banner before bouncing off of a trampoline and then flying over the crowd towards Roman who looked both scared and happy. He braced himself for impact as Virgil collided with him and they fell back against the steps leading to the town hall. "Hello, Roman," Virgil mumbled, his voice muffled as his face was smashed into Roman's chest. 

"He made it!" Emile exclaimed happily. Patton and Logan pulled them back as Virgil hopped up and stared at the crowd causing everyone to lean back in fear. Some of them confused, this couldn't be the Grinch, he wasn't hairy at all. He looked just like them aside from his unnatural purple hair. Roman sat on the steps trying to get some oxygen as he realized just how hot his fiance looked in the outfit he picked for him. He bit his lip, maybe he shouldn't have picked that out. It took all of Roman's self-control not to grab the other by the collar and yank him into a scorching kiss. 

"Boo." The crowd screamed as Virgil spoke. Someone even fainted if the tell tall thud that followed was anything to go by. Virgil smirked. "Hot crowd, hot crowd." He sighed as Roman carefully stood up. "I believe I am here to accept an award of some kind?" 

The mayor masked his face of disgust and grabbed a mic. "Don't worry, Mr. Holiday Cheer-meister, you'll get your award! But first, a small family reunion." Virgil's eyes widened. "They nursed you! They clothed you! Here they are, your parents!" Damien and Remus ran up to their son with a large sweater and quickly pulled it over before Virgil could argue. 

"Aww!" Damien and Remus cooed. "You look so adorable!" 

Virgil flushed and bit his lip before glancing down and screaming. Let's just say, the sweater was way too colorful for Virgil's taste. 

"Put him in the Chair of Cheer!" Someone exclaimed. 

Virgil's eyes widened. "Chair of cheer? What's the Chair of Cheer? You didn't tell me about the Chair of Cheer!" 

"Please, Mr. Grinch. Please!" Emile called out adorably. And Virgil found he couldn't argue. But that didn't mean he would put up a fight. 

"No, it's too much! Too soon!" He cried out as he was shoved gracelessly in the chair. Roman stifled a giggle and blew Virgil a quick kiss and a wink. Virgil pouted. 

"Yes! It's that time of year! The Cheer-meister's ride in the Chair of Cheer!" The Mayor exclaimed with reluctant cheer. 

"Put me down!" Virgil exclaimed as he was carried around in the chair. "I mean it! I will get a lawyer! There will be Hell to pay!" 

"First, we'll put your taste buds to the test with the Who pudding cook-off!" 

Virgil sat as a bunch of people swarmed him all trying to shove pudding into his mouth. He nearly choked multiple times as no one gave him time to swallow or even taste the different puddings. 

"Christmas Conga!" The mayor exclaimed as everyone gathered in a line behind Virgil as he led them in a dance. He bit his lip. 

"Would you look at the time. I really should be getting going!" No one listened. And to be truthful, Virgil was actually enjoying himself and didn't want it to end. 

"Fruitcake, tra-la-la!" Everyone swarmed Virgil once again to stuff his face with their fruitcakes. "Fudge Judge!" 

This time, Virgil was ready. "Bring it on!" He called out as people swarmed him again. "Bring it on! Is that all you got?! Is that all you got?!" 

Then Virgil competed against a bunch of kids in a sack race. "No child can beat the Grinch!" Virgil exclaimed. Roman screamed excitedly and then stopped to compose himself as he looked around at the other cheering Whos. He didn't want to give anything away with Virgil, knowing Virgil wasn't ready yet.

"He won!" Emile exclaimed excitedly. Patton and Logan smiled at their child as they smiled with a real and bright smile. 

Everyone began lining up everywhere holding a present and Virgil watched as he stood in between Roman and Mayor Anton. "And now, it's time for the moment we have all been waiting for! It's time for Present Pass-it-on!" Virgil's eyes widened and he quickly looked for something to give Roman as the Mayor waited for the Whos to stop cheering excitedly. 

Roman smirked. "You already got me something, dearest." Virgil paused, his face twisted in confusion. Roman wiggled his fingers on his left hand, the glove covering the ring but Virgil knew it was there. He flushed as he remembered and Roman found himself once again having to practice a titanic amount of self-control to not pull him into a kiss. 

"As always, we start with our Cheer-meister." Virgil gasped as the mayor handed him a box. He quickly tore it open, excited. It seemed as if they really were giving him a second chance! He dumped the object inside out into his hand and blinked. Emile's eyes widened as they noticed the object and Roman found himself trying to stop himself from ripping the mayor's head off. Virgil's fingers curled slowly around the bottle of brown hair dye. Damien had to hold his husband in an iron grip before things got bloody. "The gift of a Christmas dye." 

Virgil felt his mind flashback to his childhood. "Look at that dye job!" A young Anton's voice rang through his head. He thought they were giving him a second chance. He thought, maybe, Anton felt bad for what he did. Virgil should never have been so naive. 

"Good times! Good times!" The mayor exclaimed as he gave the Grinch a pat on the back. "And now, I have something for the love of my life." The mayor's assistant quickly handed him a small box and the Mayor got down on one knee as he opened it in front of Roman. Virgil's eyes widened in shock, surprise, and hurt. Roman felt his eyes blow wide as fury erupted in his gut as he stared at the hideous three diamond engagement ring. Emile bit their lip as they watched. "Roman May, please become Mr. Anton May-Who." 

"Anton-" Roman started through gritted teeth. 

"When you agree to be my husband, you'll also receive, along with a lifetime supply of happiness, a new car!" The crowd parted as a new car moved in all squeaky clean and new. Roman stared horrified. Virgil frowned as he realized his fiance was beginning to feel overwhelmed. "Generously provided by the taxpayers of Whoville! You've got 20 seconds on the clock, what do you say Roman." The kahoot sound played as the crowd waited for Roman to accept. 

"I really don't-these gifts are quite dazzling," Roman stuttered. 

Virgil's face twisted in concern as he heard his love's automatic response, something that happened when Roman unconsciously tried to be what everyone wanted him to be. He stepped forward and took a nail then dragged it over the car's surface. The Who's covered their ears at the screech before directing their attention to Virgil. 

"Of course they are. That's what is all about, right?" He asked his voice raising as he began to get worked up. "That's what it's always been about!" He chuckled humorlessly. "Gifts! Gifts, gifts, gifts." He yelled with distaste. Roman stared at him as if he was his hero and Virgil decided, he would do whatever it took to help Roman find a way to skip out of any more festivities. "Do you know what happened to your gifts? They come to me. In your garbage. Do you see what I mean? In your garbage!" Virgil exclaimed. "I could hang myself with all the ugly holiday neckties I found in the dump!" Virgil turned and pointed an accusing finger at the Mayor. "And the avarice! It never ends!" Virgil hopped from foot to foot as he mocked the Whos. "'I want golf clubs' 'I want diamonds' 'I want a pony so I can ride it twice and then sell it to make glue!'" The crowd watched in stunned silence. 

"Now, I really don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Virgil shouted as he pointed at different Whos. One of them startled so bad they fell over. Virgil paused in his rant and turned to face the mayor and Roman again. "There is, however," he started as he slowly crept up the stairs towards Roman. "One teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful." Virgil quickly pulled Roman into a kiss and dipped him to the crowds’ loud gasps. Mayor Anton himself looked absolutely furious. Virgil pulled back and ripped the plant off the top of the ring box Roman held in his hands. Roman found himself trying to compose himself after having a serious case of Gay Panic™ at his fiance's stunt and finding himself again overwhelmed with just how hot Virgil was. "Mistletoe!" Virgil exclaimed as he dangled it above his head before whirling around and bending over. He dangled the plant above his butt. "Now, pucker up and kiss it Whoville!" Outraged and terrified gasps rang out as some people fainted. Roman decided, why not? And "fainted" along with them. Maybe he would be able to get out of the rest of the celebration and be able to go visit Virgil. 

The mayor turned to quickly help Roman up before Virgil grabbed ahold of his shoulder and whirled him around. He took his "gift" and squirted the dye all over the mayor's hair. "Somebody looks fabulous!!" Virgil exclaimed and dropped the bottle of hair dye before going off to cause more chaos. Whos all ran for their lives screaming. 

"Let’s go!" Patton exclaimed as he picked Emile up and carried them to safety despite their screams of "No!" 

"Hey, Remus-dad!" Virgil exclaimed as he slid up to stand next to them. "Mind if I wet my whistle?”

"Of course!" Remus nodded eagerly as he handed his flask to his son despite his husband's tired protests. 

Virgil took a gulp before tossing the flask back at Remus and taking the lighter Damien held out to him. With that, he quickly turned to the towering Christmas tree standing in the center of the square. And then he quickly caught the tree on fire. All Whos halted and watched in horror as their tree burst into flames. The ashes raining down in a pile, the star topping landing in the pile. "Burn, baby! Burn!" Virgil grinned wickedly as he spun in a quick circle in the middle of the chaos. "Oh, the Whomanity!" He then ran off, unaware of Roman's eyes on him. His fiance in awe at the fact that all that had to happen was for someone to hurt him and then Virgil would destroy everything. It made him feel like a damsel-in-distress and Virgil was his knight. Roman sighed fondly. 

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"Taxi!" Virgil called as a taxi blared past him. "It's because I'm angry, isn't it!?!" He asked. It wasn't his fault someone decided to press his jealous button and then put his fiance in an uncomfortable situation. He frowned and stepped out into the road and stopped a small car. "Halt!" Two tiny sized Whos stared up in fear. "Evening, folks! Mind if I tag along?" He turned and went to sit causing the two to scream and run. "You did the right thing!" Virgil took the car and took off. "Out of the way!" He shouted as he noticed a child pushing a stroller. They froze and he jerked the wheel to the side causing the car to spin out of control until it crashed. He landed in a heap and groaned. "That is soo gonna hurt in the morning." He looked down and noticed sparks and leaking gasoline. His eyes widened and he quickly fled. "It’s gonna blow!" He was thrown into the snow as an explosion erupted behind him. 

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Mayor Anton stood in the middle of the ash from their tree. "I'm hurt. And I don't hurt easily," he said as Whos gathered around. "I am so disappointed in you, Emile." 

Roman stomped over about to say something before being cut off again. "Can't we just get back to Christmas the way it's supposed to be? Grinchless?" He picked up the Cheer-meister's crown and pulled it onto his head. He turned to the crowd and left Emile behind. "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" 

Emile's family looked between each other and quickly ran up to their child. Emile looked down. "I just wanted everyone to be together for Christmas," they cried. Tears spilled over their cheeks as they remembered the way the mayor treated Virgil and how everyone laughed along with his idea of a joke. 

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Virgil laughed as he moved to climb into the chute leading to Mount Crumpit. "I quite enjoyed that!" He chuckled humorlessly. "I hope I get another invite soon!" He paused and looked over to see the Whos carrying a spare Christmas tree in. He groaned and raised a fist in defeat. "Son of a bitch! They are relentless!" He cried out and slammed his fist on the side of the chute and was sucked in and began the bumpy ride up the mountain. A bell chimed. 

"Only four hours until Christmas!"

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[lupienne]

Days of his Wives (14)

Negan X Wives

Negan X Wives (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13)

Chapter 14: These Boots Are Made For...(In Which Negan gets the boot-y)

Warnings: SMUT IN DA BUTT

Notes: Jasmine is Negan’s weirdo wife. She likes boots, walkers, biting and never uses question marks in her dialogue.

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"You girls should appreciate the effort I put into getting this shit for you." Negan set down a box filled with 'wife garb.' It was filled with all manners of shoes and expensive lingerie. He claimed to have raided it from a 'fussy little boutique.' From what she could see, Jasmine could tell the items were well-crafted. She hoped that meant they weren't itchy. Some of Negan's favorite wife garments were dreadfully scratchy. She preferred the sleekness of leather and silk. And he liked that too.

"Your panty raiding skills are so impressive...and what is this shit?" Sherry dipped a hand into the box and withdrew a leather corset. It had cut-outs to expose the nipples. The eldest wife rolled her eyes and tossed it back. "That's ridiculous."

"That's hot. I was thinking of you when I grabbed it."

Sherry didn't look happy. "We have enough of this crap."

Jazzi wanted to look in the box. Negan's bulk was blocking it as he stood, pouting like a gigantic baby. Why he did that...she didn't know. He wasn't really sad.

With an equally affronted voice, he whined. "The men were giving me epic stink-eye the whole time I was getting this stuff for you. Said we should be raiding worthwhile shit. Givin' me a hard time for being such a frou-frou little fag boy – their words, not mine. Yeah...until I reminded them of the women I'd be fucking as they wore my frou frou shit. All those fine legs in the air, wearing these boots, as I plowed their motherfuckin' asses-"

Jazzi could tell he was getting turned on, because he started shifting his weight, but more so because she could see his erection pressing against his jeans.

Sherry snorted, not missing the signs of arousal either. "You're right, Negan, you really did work hard. It's only right that you ought to get to wear some of this shit yourself. Why should we hog it all?"

He reached down to adjust himself. "You meet me in here later tonight, Sher, and I'll model it for you." He took up the corset. "I think my titties would look hot in this."

Jasmine frowned. He didn't have 'titties'. She tried to edge around the two of them. Their banter was boring and she wanted to look through the box. Something was catching her eye.

Sherry's hand latched around that very something, and she made a face as she pulled it out.

A pair of thigh-high leather boots. The supple black skin dotted with silvery studs in intricate patterns. Stiletto heels of shining silver. Jasmine sucked in a delighted breath.

Sherry's lips twisted. She didn't like heels. "Are you shitting me, Negan? Who's going to wear these monstrosities?"

Jasmine reached out. "I like them. I want to wear them."

"Pah. You can have them." Sherry shoved them into her hand.

The rest of the box was forgotten. Jazzi clutched the boots to her skinny chest, and ran to her bedroom to try them on.

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Negan was gone the next day. He'd been gone early in the morning, and hadn't gotten to see her boots.

She sat on her bed and even with her skinny legs, she had to tug them on. She stretched out her legs and looked down the length of them.

"Why don't you save those for Negan?" Sherry asked from her bed. "They can't be comfortable, and you might break your ankle walking on them."

"I'm fine." Jasmine dismissed Sherry's concern. "I want to break them in." She wasn't wearing them for Negan anyway. She was wearing them for herself.

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror in his room later that evening. She'd worn the 'monstrosities' as Sherry called them, for the entirety of the day. She hadn't broken her ankle, but they were starting to cause her feet pain. She supposed it was the 'price of fashion' people spoke of. The price of these was in the thousands, according to the small price tag she'd stripped off.

The boots were a thing of dangerous beauty. Dark leather clutching to the mid of her pale thighs. The garb of an Amazon. The sharp studs clustered around the ankle. The heels of pure shining silver.

The front door slammed, and she jumped.

"Neegs!" She heard Nova cry.

"Outta the way, I've got to piss."

She went out into the sitting room. The bathroom door was shut, and Lucille was leaned up against the wall. Her wire was bloody, so she knew the bat's thirst was temporarily sated. What that said of Negan's thirst was yet to be seen. Sometimes the violence brought out a sullenness in him. Other times... he translated it into raw, rough sex.

When he came out of the bathroom, he observed them all. His eyes were very dark. It was going to be the sex, then. And she knew, as he looked past all the girls and to her – standing there in her favorite black silk babydoll, and those boots, she'd be wanted in the bedroom immediately.

"You look like you're ready to take it hard, huh?" He growled. "Get the fuck in the bedroom."

Nova opened her mouth with a look of disappointment, but Jasmine backed away into the bedroom, and Negan's eyes were only focused on her. He slammed the door behind him, and locked it.

She cringed at the loud bang.

He sighed and leaned back against the wood. "Shit. It's been a rough day."

"Lucille has been busy."

"Poor girl only got to eat the dead. I need to get her fresh meat." He eyed her, and she saw the front of his pants stir, like he had a snake hiding in there. The thought made her lips quirk. She liked snakes.

"Fuckin' Kingdom was acting up. We had to teach them a lesson. I finally got a face-to-face with His fucking 'Highness'. Can you believe the gall of this guy? Refusing to have an 'audience' with me all this time, cause I ain't 'naught but a base barbarian'."

Jasmine shrugged. She was only half-listening as she shifted restlessly in place, glancing down at her boots. Did he like them? Negan took his coat off and tossed it onto the fireplace armchair. Pulling his shirt off, as he continued to talk all the while.

"...I told his men...oh excuse me, I mean his subjects... you want fuckin' barbaric? I'll give you barbaric unless you trot your happy little crown wearin' ass out here. Had Connor break a few kneecaps." He smirked. "That got him out of his palace in a fuckin' hurry!"

Jasmine wasn't really interested. She was more focused on his trouser snake. Negan droned on about a King named Ezekiel. How he ended up being 'a fat hippie with dreadlocks. And he wasn't even wearing a crown!' How he was objecting to the tributes they had to give the Saviors. She was bored. In a moment, she was going to start touching herself without him.

"They wanna act like it's fucking Medieval Times?" Negan grinned, and finally said something that perked her interest. "I said: 'Fuckin' fine.' Tally-ho and shit! I took one of those fucker's swords... and I took his goddamn head off with it."

Her eyes went wide. He emulated swinging a blade, and she could see it... the hapless victim kneeling before him, the head detaching from body and rolling away. The nerves between her legs began to spark and tingle.

"I think they got my point after that." Negan chuckled.

"I want to see you kill someone."

"You sick bitch." He smiled, and it was cruel. "It was great, though. It's making my dick hard just thinking about it."

He wasn't lying about that. She pressed her thighs together. She was aching to rub herself, to make the sensations grow.

"Yeah." His eyes were dark with reminiscing. "Almost makes me wish they'd act up again, because that shit was fucking awesome!" His voice rose to a gleeful boom, and she cringed again.

"I don't like it when you yell."

Negan's eyes went even darker. He was in front of her with two big strides, his hand locking around her throat. "I don't give a singular fuck if you don't like it."

She squeaked as he forced her back onto the bed. His free hand tucked between her legs and ripped her panties down her thighs. He pressed a thumb into the wet spot she'd made on them. "This shit making you wet, you filthy little bitch?"

She didn't know why he asked.

He took his hand off her neck and replaced it with his mouth. Sucking a red stinging mark on her skin. She gasped. He groped under the babydoll, pressing a thick finger inside her. She whimpered, pressing her hips into his touch.

"Oh yeah..." He breathed, curling another finger harshly up inside her. Pressing hard, lifting her hips off the bed. It hurt and she whimpered. "Leaking like a fuckin' faucet." He eased the fingers into a more comfortable position and she ground herself against them. It felt good. She moaned. Heated arousal flushing pink across her face and breasts.

He was bent over the bed as he finger-fucked her, and he drew his free hand down to his jeans, fumbling to undo the belt and buttons. His cheeks were getting pink too. Just a sliver of golden iris around his dilated pupils.

"Fuck..." He groaned as he spread the fly of his jeans. He didn't remove his penis yet, and Jasmine reached towards his pants to do it herself.

"Nah..." His teeth gleamed wickedly, and he took his fingers out of her, sucking them into his mouth. She reached for him again. He stepped back. "Nope. I ain't in the mood for condoms tonight. You know what that means?"

She swallowed hard and nodded. Another rush of nerves and tingles.

He went to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of lube, which he tossed onto the blanket next to her.

"Should I get undressed."

"No." He growled as he sat in the armchair by the fireplace. "Leave that shit on, and hurry the fuck up. You better get that ass ready for me, and quick, or I'm gonna fuck you raw."

"Won't that chafe your penis."

He hissed, finally springing his erection free. "I told you not to say 'penis' in the goddamn bedroom. Or ever. It's a fuckin' boner block." His big hand wrapped his dick and began to stroke. "And hearing you scream is worth a little dick burn."

She uncapped the lube and slicked her fingers. The gel was very thin, and ran down her wrist. She curled on her side and reached her hand behind herself.

"Turn towards me. Let me see." His breath was getting heavier. His boner was definitely not being blocked.

She did so, circling a finger around her tight hole, teasing at it gently.

He moaned. "Fuck yeah." She liked to watch him. He used a thumb and two fingers to grip his foreskin, pulling it up and down over the swollen, thick head. Sometimes, he'd stop to rub his thumb on the underside, in a spot she knew was very sensitive. His teeth would grit, and she could see the muscles in his stomach tense. She wanted to see him finish himself that way.

She shivered from another rush of arousal, feeling the cool air kiss the wetness between her legs. Biting her lip, she wiggled one slick finger inward. He liked that. She could tell by the noises he made. She withdrew the finger, only to thrust two inside. "Oooh." A soft moan of her own.

"Shit!" He clenched his hand around the base of his dick, then drew it all the way up the shaft. The clear fluid of arousal beaded at his tip. "You fuckin' ready? Huh? You're fucking dripping! You filthy girl...you can't wait for this cock in your fucking ass, can you, you little whore?"

His words made her squirm. Her position was awkward. She couldn't thrust her fingers very far in, but they felt nice. He would feel even better. She shivered and spread her two fingers apart inside her.

"Well?" He demanded, and she snapped her attention back to him.

"Yes, Negan." He liked when they said his name.

"Get the fuck over here. Now."

She unfolded from the bed and brought the lube with her. She pooled the fluid in her hand and batted his hand away from his dick. She replaced that hand with hers, slicking him from head to base. Lube dripped down to puddle on the chair.

"Oh. What a mess."

He didn't care. His hand locked around her throat and he dragged her up onto his lap.

"Negan...please... go slow." She clutched his chest as he forced her to kneel upright on his thighs. His slick head pressed to her slick entrance. Warm and hard and pressing up into her. "Ooh, ohh!" Her eyes went wide as it popped inside. It didn't matter how many times they did this. The jolt of sensation overwhelmed her every time.

Her head flung back as he lowered her down onto his hard length. From where he pierced her, every nerve twinged. Sensation overload. She could truly perceive the thickness of him when he was inside her this way. "Oh. Oh!" Her voice nothing but a squeak.

He chuckled. She braced his shoulders to slow her descent. He stretched her as he pushed deeper inside. "Negan. Slow."

"I am going slow." He exhaled. "Fuck...you are always so goddamn tight! It feels like my dick is gonna fuckin' pop." He grinned. "Pop goes the fuckin' weasel, right?"

She shrugged. She never really understood his jokes, if that was what they were supposed to be.

He pushed her hands off his shoulders, and pressed her down the rest of the way, laughing as she whimpered.

"Jesus fuck!" His eyes rolled back and she felt a shudder go through him. Or maybe it was her own shudder echoing back to her.

She no longer cared about taking anyone's name in vain, but old habits died hard. "Don't say that."

"You telling me what to do?" He bounced her hard on his lap, and she squealed. Sparks of pain shot up her spine.

"No, no..." she whimpered and he grabbed her neck tight, squeezing until her vision went spotty. His length driving in to deliver pain and tormented pleasure. Her insides contracted over and over and she groaned as he let her neck go. Pressing her sweaty forehead against his hard shoulder, her ass clenching around him, wetness oozing down onto his jeans.

"You're fuckin' soaking me," he grunted. "You gonna wash your spunk out of these pants later? Huh? Did I say you could get off on me already?"

She panted for breath, leaning back to narrow her eyes at him. "I didn't ask."

"Exactly." He traced his fingers up her neck. "Too fuckin' bad for you...I'm nowhere near being finished with you."

"I'm not finished yet, either." That had been far too quick for her liking.

"Hell yeah, that's what I like to hear." He pulled both straps of her babydoll off her shoulders, and went silent as he buried his mouth between her tits. They were so small he could nearly fit her entire breast into his mouth, and he seemed to enjoy the challenge.

She shivered and set her hands onto his shoulders. Rocking her hips back and forth. It didn't take much movement to please her. Him deep inside, caressed by every inch of her tight passage. She felt stuffed to the brim and nearly bursting.

He held her hips while she rode him, continuing to lavish her breasts with affection. Every few moments, a soft groan would escape him and he would grind harder up into her. He turned his head finally, breathing hotly onto her wet breast. "Ugh...this is too goddamned slow."

He stood, pulling her off him. She whimpered as he popped free. It hurt. He gripped her hair and pulled her towards the bed. Roughly, he shoved her onto her back.

"Negan... I liked it slow..."

"Too fucking bad. This ain't about you, is it?"

His hand wrapped her neck and pinned her to the soft mattress. She cried out as he entered her again, pulling her thighs up around his hips as he stood at the edge of the bed. He didn't pause to let her adjust. Grinding in, deep hard thrusts that rocked her entire form back and forth. She locked her ankles around his back. Sleek leather sliding against the sweat blooming on his skin. He grunted as her boot studs dug into his flesh. She smirked. Her own personal pair of spurs.

"Shit...those things are dangerous." He ran a hand up the length of her leather-clad calf. "Sexy as all fuck though."

"I love them."

"Yeah. You love this too?" He leaned down to nip her ear. His hand heavy around her neck like a collar. "You filthy goddamn hussy? You love my cock stretching your little asshole?"

She nodded. He rocked into her harder, watching her nose scrunch, the sweat beading and sliding down into her blonde curls. "Yes. Please..." She whimpered, grinding up into his thrusts. She wasn't sure if she pleaded for more, or for him to stop, because either way, she was becoming overwhelmed. She wanted his hand to tighten and send her into oblivion. The calm grey space at death's doorstep.

"Harder? That's what you want?" He dug his fingers into the leather at her thigh, driving in at a relentless pace. But it was no longer smooth and pleasurable. The drag of dry flesh on flesh. It was starting to hurt. She struggled to pull away, pushing her hand against the hard muscle of his stomach.

"Fuck..." He grit his teeth, bucking his hips hard into her, and each jolt felt like a stab.

She cried out. "Negan! It hurts."

He dug his thumb painfully into the hollow of her throat, grunting in displeasure. She thought he might ignore her, but he slowed his pace after a moment. "Yeah. It's starting to chafe. Where the fuck-?" He twisted around, eyeing the chair where the lube bottle sat. "Just a sec."

He left her, retrieving the bottle. She burned inside, feeling sore...but still wanting more.

"This shit sucks." He poured a large puddle into his hand. "We need like... the ass kind. What's it called?" He laughed. "AstroTurf? Asshole Glide? Something like that?"

"Anal lube."

He pouted, not pleased with her factual response. He would be waiting for a long time if he expected laughter for his so-called jokes, but she did grant him a relieved sigh as he prepared them both with the inadequate lube. His false offense faded as soon as he pushed his slippery cock back inside.

She arched her back, moaning, her hands drifting over her breasts and ribs. Raw pleasure shuddering over her skin.

"Better?"

"Yes."

"Good. Cause I'm not even close to fucking you as hard as I want to be."

He leaned over her, while she kept her boots firm around his back. Planting one hand next to her. The other braced on her throat. His balls slapped her skin as he pounded inward. Her breath was labored, only short sips of air allowed into her aching lungs. He bit at her ear, left a stinging red mark of teeth on her breast. She returned the favor with nails dug into his chest and dragged downwards.

"Fuck!" He yelped as her second clawing nearly drew blood. "Jesus Christ, do you sharpen those claws of yours?"

"Negan," she moaned. "Do it."

He grit his teeth, continuing to batter her with hard thrusts. The mattress creaking underneath. His breathing was erratic, his hand hot and moist with perspiration as it clenched her neck. "Not yet."

"Negan...please." She was too overwhelmed, spent from the aching inside. Her muscles tense, her heart pounding. "I want to orgasm."

"I ain't ready yet." He nipped at her breast again. "Shit, when you go off the edge, you take me right fuckin' with you."

She gave him three more thrusts before begging him again.

"Sssh..." He hissed. "I said-"

His eyes went wide as she clawed him again. Begging wasn't going to work. So she was going to demand. She turned her head and sank her teeth into his arm.

"Ow, goddammit!" He smacked her ass, a stinging blow that only made her dig her teeth in further.

"Do it..." she growled, her words muffled around his wincing flesh. He sucked in a breath, trying to wrest his arm away. She didn't let go.

"Oww! Fuck! You spend too much time around those undead fuckers." He grimaced and tried to pry her mouth open, only to have his fingers snapped at by quick teeth.

She dug into his arm before he could pull it away. He tugged on his trapped flesh, a slight whimper escaping.

"Fuck, Jazzi! Fucking let go! I'll give you what you want, babe, just stop cannibalizing the fuck outta me!"

She chuckled softly, and loosened her teeth. The wet crescents of her bite marks graced his arm. He was so melodramatic. She hadn't even broken skin.

"Crazy bitch..." He huffed and trailed off, his eyes glinting darkly. "Next time I'm gonna put a fucking muzzle on you."

"Negan..." She squirmed under him, grinding against his length. "Do it!"

"You want it? You fuckin' got it." He nipped hard at her ear, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted -

His fingers tightened on her throat. She squeaked. There was so much crushing strength in those appendages. She wished she could watch him choke someone to death – she imagined she was the victim. Her air was denied then, save for the withering breath left in her lungs. She writhed on the bed, her eyes going wide. She could feel the blood rushing to her face to redden it. Cheeks burning.

He pushed her neck down into the mattress, that big hand covering her. Relentless. His cock digging into her, in out in out. Her eyes fading. Her blood pounding. Every inch of him inside. His veins, his blood, his violence. One hand clutched at his choking arm, feeling the hard muscle and bone, the sheer power. The second hand nestled between her legs, rubbing fingers onto that spot that throbbed and begged for touch.

Faintly, she heard him encouraging her to climax, his voice a rough, throaty growl. She could barely see his face anymore. But she could feel everything...in these last moments before the blackness.

Her eyes went wide when he forced two thick fingers inside her cunt, her body filled to a delicious breaking point. She wanted to scream. Her body desperate for air. She was too weak to move him. Bucking helplessly into the fierce slams of his hips, her fingers moving wild between her legs, his fingers curling up inside into the core of her.

It was too much! She needed air! Life! Breath!

She needed to...

Release!

She couldn't voice her elation, but he could feel it as her body convulsed. A warmth spread into every cell of her body. Her head tossing, her ass tightening around him in spasms. He took his hands away, and she drew in great gasping breaths. She clasped her hands over her rib cage, trying to hold the feeling inside. She could only contain it so long before it seeped away through her fingers.

"Fucking shit..." He groaned. "That is so-" He didn't finish his thought. Gripping her thighs and pulling her into him. He needed that feeling too. Choking out another groan, grinding his cock in. Hard thrusts, the hardest yet, like he wanted to force his entire self inside. "Shit...s-s-shit..!" He went rigid and suddenly, limp. His head bowed as he drew in panting breaths. She could feel his semen oozing out of her and onto the sheets.

"What a mess," she said.

He gasped a laugh. Gentle this time as he removed himself from her. He curled onto his side amongst the rumpled blanket, his eyes closed as he came down from the high of orgasm. "The bigger the mess, the better the fuck."

Well, that was true. She nodded.

"Not saying much. Must not have been good."

"It was good." She felt very sleepy. And sore. And very much in need of bathing. For now, she closed her eyes and let her body recover.

Negan's finger softly touched her neck. She half-opened her eyes to see that odd look he sometimes got. Like he regretted his rough actions. "You're gonna bruise again. And Sherry's gonna give me shit about it."

Sherry needed to mind her own business. Jasmine wasn't interested in their domestic disputes. "That isn't my problem." She swung her legs over the side of the bed. Admiring her beautiful boots. It was time to take them off, and wash her body clean. "I'm glad you liked my boots."

"Yeah, I liked the fuck outta those boots." He laughed into the sheets. "You are one weird fucking bitch."

"Thank you." She took it as a compliment.

She started to slide off the mattress, and he grabbed the strap of her babydoll. She froze, not wanting to rip it.

"Where you going?" He smirked. "Don't you want to cuddle?"

"I don't like cuddling." He knew that. She stared off at the bathroom door.

"Come on." He tugged at the strap. "Keep your Negan company. He had a long day."

"I gave you company." She tried to pry his fingers off. "Don't rip it."

"I won't if you cuddle with me."

She eyed his fingers, thought about biting him again. He was pouting at her, which had little effect. She knew he was only trying to get his way. She shifted back onto the bed, curling up tight next to him. He pulled her closer and she whimpered.

"Damn, girl, you know how to make me feel loved." He chuckled, pressing his face into her hair. A long contented sigh escaped him.

"I don't love you."

Another chuckle shook the entire bed. "Shit..." He squeezed her hip. "And people said I was too fucking honest. At least the other girls pretend they like me."

"I like you." She was getting tired of this already. Her skin was too hot and sweaty. She wanted to wash away the squishy feeling of semen and lube. "The other girls like you."

"Yeah, yeah...it was just..." He yawned. "Forget it..."

"Can I come to the Kingdom with you next time. I want to behead someone."

"Fuck no. As fun as it was, they're behaving for the moment. No need to take anyone else out."

She sighed.

"Tell you what...?" He pulled her flush against his chest and kissed her neck. "How about I take you out shoe shopping?"

Her eyes lit up. "Boots."

"Yeah. Boot shopping. And we can break them all in, if you know what I'm saying..."

"I would love that."

She squirmed and he loosened his arm. She turned around to face him, and he laughed as she planted a kiss on his chin.

"I know you would, you filthy bitch." He smirked. "Because you actually said you would love it."

Her lips quirked slightly. He laughed again and pushed her blonde curls into her face, mussing them all up. "Alright, alright. Git the fuck outta here. I know you can't stand cuddling."

She sprang off the bed and headed for the shower. Stripping off her favorite new boots, already envisioning their replacements, and all the pleasure that would go along with breaking them in.

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MMMM That was some kinky shit. I think Shanda’s the only wife I haven’t written an individual sex scene for yet. Better get on that! XD

Also, the cuddling at the end was a suggestion from @217fanfic Go read her stuff, yo.

[killingourdreams]

Hold me tight

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Tags: Fluff

Description: On a day that just wanted to fuck you over Namjoon manages to pleseantly surpise you.

Listen to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fNLEPrNi2A&t=9s

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With every step the rain seeped more and more through your navy chucks, leaving your socks drenched and your feet cold. “Fuck me, fuck rain, fuck everything”, you mumbled to yourself like a mantra. If only you had checked the weather forecast this morning before making your way to university. But your dumb ass had already been late from sleeping through your alarm and the sun beaming outside didn’t leave a cloud of doubt that today wouldn’t be a beautiful spring day. But after hours spend inside the grand lecture hall your mood, just as the world, had turned gloomy. Your mind circled around the assignments you had to finish and lessons you had today while you walked through the hallways to your freedom. Looking up as you left the psychology faculty had you shivering though.  Menacing, black clouds had spread across the evening sky and you hurriedly headed home . You were only half across the campus when the water had started to fall and it only took you two curses at yourself for not bringing an umbrella until you were soaked. You had adapted a slight jog when the coldness started to make itself known. It crept from your feet to your head, through your skin to you bones. By the time your reached your flat’s building you were sure you had transformed into a soggy icicle. With heavy steps your stomped up the stairs to your apartment and fiddled inside for your your pockets keys. But before your numb fingers could do anything useful the door magically opened. Actually, you realised, not magically. On the otherside of your doorstep stood a tall, warmheartedly smiling boy with light brown hair. Baffled at your best friend’s appearance you could only press out a quiet: “Wehh.. at? Namjoon… how did you…?” “Suprise! I let myself in with your back-up keys..”, he stopped as his gaze fell upon your dripping exterior. “Geez, the coming of this storm was all over the news, why didn’t you take an umbrella?” Annoyed you just shoved him to the side and let yourself in. You knew it wasn’t his fault but at this moment you really didn’t need him to rub in that you had fucked yourself over. Hastily he shut the door and made his way past you while you tried to take off your shoes which proved itself as quite the challenge. When you finally managed to kick off the second chuck you felt something warm around your shoulders. You turned around to find Namjoon draping one of your big, fluffy towels on you. “While you get yourself dry and changed, want me to rather make you tee or hot chocolate?”, he grinned at you warmly. Perplexed at his niceness when he usually couldn’t get enough from teasing you, you stammered “Oh.. eh some hot chocolate, I guess.. yeah”. When you came out of your bathroom from a quick shower, two steaming cups of hot chocolate were waiting on your couch table. Namjoon was also in the living room, rummaging through your pile of cozy blankets in search for the fluffies one. Dressed in your probably ugliest but most relaxing sweatpants and sweater you claimed your place on the couch. “Now, tell me, Namjoon. Why the heck are you at my place anyways?… and I mean thanks for the hot choc” Instead of an answer one of the blankets hit your face. “Whoops, I meant to … just throw it in your general direction! Sorry”, he laughed nervously. Yeah, if you now looked at him clearly he seemed kind of fidgety and you couldn’t make out a reason why. While sitting down at the opposite end of the couch he started spitting out excuses, “I just don’t have any classes today and didn’t want to spend it all alone. If I bother you I can go, honestly I didn’t think too much before coming here” “Okay, okay, of course I am happy so see you, you dumbo. I just had quite the depressing day and having to run through this storm didn’t make it any better.”, you sighed deeply. A cheeky smile spread across his face, “Want me to hug you and make it all better?” Knowing how shy and uncomfortable you were with skinship of any kind, he didn’t wait for your answer and simply threw himself on you. Skillfully you dodged him by rolling to the side but now there was no more space to escape. He gently wrapped his arms around you from behind, hugging you tightly to his chest. For a second you thought about protesting and pushing him away but suddenly you felt so safe and sheltered in his arms you couldn’t bring it over you. Letting out another sigh, you closed your eyes and enjoyed his embrace while listening to the rain drumming against the windows. For a few minutes no one spoke another word and you finally started to relax a bit more when Namjoon began to speak with a raspy voice, “You know, uhm, there was another reason why I wanted to see you today. I… uh, just every time I see you my world becomes a bit brighter. You know how to make me laugh the best and when I see you being happy, I just can’t help being happy as well. As much as i might try to stay away from you, I just can’t. Everything in this world seems to pull me towards you. And I know, I’m probably just rambling to you now, but what I actually wanted to say is, I… I love you”, two seconds skip past, “And not just platonically.” As you were not answering he moved like he wanted to get up but you hold onto his arm that rested around your waist. You didn’t want him to see tomato-red face. His confession just came too sudden, you didn’t know how to respond nor what you were even feeling. He was your best friend. Your closest ally in surviving the hardships life had thrown at you for the past 3 and a half years. But then again, you had caught yourself in the past, looking at him like you would at other boys you found attractive, secretly wishing for him to feel more for you than just a friend would. Yet you always pushed these thoughts way to the back of your head, telling yourself this day would never come anyways. Now it was here though and you were lost. “You now, Maria, I definitely don’t want to destroy what we have but I also couldn’t keep my feelings secret anymore. …If you want we can forget what just happened”, only then you noticed that you haven’t said a word since he had muttered the fateful words. “Uhm”, you cleared your throat. Speaking was harder than it looked like in this moment. Unlike Namjoon you weren’t eloquent with words when you weren’t prepared for a situation, especially a situation like this where your feelings were the center of attention. “It’s okay. I am not mad or anything. Actually, ehm, the opposite, I guess”, although you stumbled over a few words you continued not wanting for Namjoon to feel even more awkward than he might right now. “God… You know I’m not good at stuff like this but… I guess… ah… I am really happy right now, okay?”, you kind of got louder with those last words out of embarassment but you could hear him chuckling slightly against your back. “No reason to laugh, Nam-stupid-joon. I’m bad at talking about my own emotions. You know that.”, you covered your face with your hands however quickly pulled them away again as you realised how much like an anime girl you were acting right now. “I know, I know, so, how about this deal? You just test dating me for a few weeks but you can pull out of this any time and we can go back to how things were… if you want to?” You knew you wouldn’t pull out of it but his suggestion made it easier for you to answer to him without having to tell your direct feelings for now. You felt a warmth in your chest as you realised that Namjoon had known for a while now how to make things easier for you and get you out of your shell. “That sounds pretty good”, you pressed your back a bit closer to his chest to signal him that you were not just saying that but you actually meant it. “Okay, deal. Watch out, I’ll make you fall in love with me faster than you can blink.”, he whispered into your hair crown before leaving a small kiss on the top of your head. Your body felt like it would melt in his arms right then an there. Softly, so you almost couldn’t hear it, he breathed an other, “I love you.” You closed your eyes and felt the comfort of his warm embrace. Huddled tightly together both of you listened to the storm raging outside and in your mind you silently whispered back to him, “I love you, too.”