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Holy shit, reading all of this just felt so damn good. I'm blind in my left eye and need glasses to see through my right, so reading other's experiences with only one functioning eye is...nice.
I thought I might share some of my experiences, because I don't really think too much about it honestly, I just know how things go for me because being half-blind is my normal.
Slopes and uneven ground are the worst. Walking is more than just seeing the ground in front of you, its also feeling it with your feet. When just out and about during the day, I can see just fine, but I do need/prefer stable ground because my depth perception is off and my balance is shit. So when dealing with say, a hill or holes i nthe ground, I take it slower, feel out each step because I can't tell how deep something is by just looknig down at it.
My night vision is also...not a thing, lol! I've gone out at night before, but would have to rely on having a torch (flashlight for you americans) with me and point down at my feet so I can see where I'm walking. For real, one time when I was walking home i nthe dark I accidently stepped onto the curb of the road because I couldn't tell I was veering that close to it, but I course corrected pretty quick. Because of my shit night-vision, we've got a motion-sensor light in the hallway for me, and I have a little lamp in my room for whenever I need to get up in the middle of the night. I don't necessarily need to turn a room's light on to see, I just need enough to tell where I'm going because gonig from darkenss with some light to full on "let me turn the bathroom light on for you" means I need to take like..ten, twenty seconds for my eyes to adjust to the suddenly bright light flooding my vision.
I'm not sure if this next thing is because I'm half-blind, or just a me thing, but I tend to not do well with navigation or cluttered environments. For example, If I need to find a phone on a table covered in clutter, you can see it, its right there surrounded by other things, but its there. I cannot see it, its not in an obvious spot where I could notice it at first glance, there's too many things, even if you point it out to me, I would still have trouble finding it. This applies to video games too! I often get lost in video games, or need my friend to point out something I missied because I just don't notice it amongst everything else.
I hate bright light. I'm very sensitive to bright light to the point most of the curtains in my home are closed, I wish real life had a brightness setting, and sunlight glinting off cars on a sunny day is my own personal hell. I've gotten flashbanged walking into the bathroom a couple of time because Mum opened all the curtains in there for important reasons I can't remember (like, she did close them later on, they are normally closed but sometimes they're open if the windows need to be cleaned or something).
People think I'm more blind than I am at first. When they first learn I can't see out of one eye, they assume I need to have things pointed out to me, like "watch out for the step/curb." when its during the day... I can see just fine, that's what the glasses are for. Yeah I can't see shit at night and will let people know that, but I know what I can and can't do...it's like people take a bit of time to really get the message that only under certain conditions do I need help and can manage the rest of the time perfectly fine on my own.
I prefer to have people walk on my blind side, because that's the side I'm keeping a closer eye on, so its easier for me to walk and talk with someone if they stay at my left.
Let's see what else? I do the head turning thing too! Its way easier and less eye strain to just turn my head towards something to look at it.
With my vision being the way it is I need to be mindful of what videogames I play. Yeah there's the obvious thing of most horror games are out because I would need to crank up the brightnesn super high and its frustrating not being able to see shit, but there's also ui elements to take into consideration. If a game uses small font, or a small hud, that's just eye strain and a headache waiting to happen. I've bought games wheere I;ve had to stop laying them because the console ports just aren't made for people like me who need larger font sizes and ui scaling, and I don't play PC because my laptop isn't a gaming one, and its much more comfortable for me to play console games because my large tv means less eye strain because its a bigger screen.
Speaking of the laptop! I wish most sites were zoom-friendly...like I need to have my web browser set to be zoomed in because again, I need the larger font and ui elements even when browsing the web. Most of the sites I frequent are fine with this (namely tumblr and AO3) but some of the sites i do use aren't zoom firendly and I have to zoom out to use the site properly, and that means tiny font and stress because I have my shit zoomed in for a fucking reason! but no, a lot of sites just don't do well with the fact that I have stuff zoomed in at 90 or 100%, like they weren't desinged to be used with zoom or larger fonts in mind.
I have to write my fanfics with font size 22 or 24 and then scale it down to a more presentable size 16 when I want to share previews of what I'm writing via google docs. Thankfully I don't have to worry about doing this on AO3.
Some of this wound up being a little bit ranty, don't take it too seriously, its just little things that frustrate me sometimes.
Stuff about having monocular vision that people donât know (in my experience)
1. You only ever sit on one side of a room. (Especially if youâre in class) If youâre blind in your left eye like me, you sit to the left of the room so your right eye has the greatest scope, and thereâs not much to your left to look at.
2. Harder time seeing past obstacles. People with two eye vision have the perception of both their eyes blend together for one image. Without this, you only have one eye, so youâre donât get to see past obstacles the same way. For example if something is blocked for your right eye and not for your left, you can still see it through your left. For people with monocular vision this isnât possible.
3. People donât walk on the side of your blind eye. It may just be me, but because Iâm blind in my left eye I tend to accidentally bump into people if theyâre on my left. So when people walk beside me I naturally go so theyâre to my right, or they do, without it being discussed.
4. 3D movies are headaches. Even though weâve progressed past the red-blue type glasses, 3D just doesnât work well for monocular vision. (And you know those fun optical illusions? A lot of them donât work at all- nothing happens!)
5. Things like grabbing a pencil without looking at it are extremely difficult. (Due to lack of depth perception, you have a hard time discerning where things are in 3D space). This also stretches to having bad posture and balance. Meanwhile, things that are flat are relatively easy.
6. You turn your head when youâre looking at something, so your good eye is focused on it. This includes tilting your head at worksheets, TVs, and computer screens- and also people.
7. Seeing in the dark is also much harder, because people rely on their depth perception for it, and without that stuff gets real hard
8. The headaches. Most people with blindness donât experience total blindness, but instead low vision, where their vision is not able to be used in a way thatâs helpful. Your brain tries to merge the images, or use your bad eye to see something in the peripheral. This just makes your head hurt. Much like people who need time to adjust to having glasses due to the headache, getting headaches is common because your vision is always at odds.
9. More susceptible to eye damage. Since youâre not overly aware of your bad eye, you may not notice if the sun is shining directly at it. I tend to squint with my bad eye whenever Iâm outside, without thinking about it. Additionally, youâre more wary of anything that could damage your good eye. Itâs the only one, so you gotta be careful with it.
10. Also, it makes things really, really weird if thereâs a bright light from one side but not from another. There are often after images that float in my vision.
11. Looking at things that are moving can be hard. I can focus on an object, but if a camera is panning in some direction without being focused on one thing in particular, I just stop being able to make sense of what Iâm seeing. It becomes very jarring.
12. Sometimes itâs not that your eye necessarily has anything wrong with it, but that your optic nerve isnât fully connected. So the eye may be healthy, but your brain shut it off, and the connection between the light coming in your eye, and the way the brain interprets it, never fully formed. Funnily enough, Iâve heard that this can cause the connection between your good eye and your brain to be stronger, as it is with mine. For some people itâs the opposite, and it makes both of their eyes worse. Peoples experiences can really differ.
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in darkness shall you be reborn
Chapter 15
Word count: 2789 Warnings: some blood A/N: rejoice, for i am almost done with college (for this semester) and have much more time and energy, hence this chapter. consider it a christmas present <3
By the time the potato fortress was demolished, the bandage on Vinceâs shoulder had grown soggy and heavy, and underneath dumb pain accompanied every Vinceâs movement, occasionally sharpening into spikes. When Mick turned away to fiddle with the pot on the stove, Vince unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off the three-day-old bandage.
The wound didnât look promising, with the skin between the stitches red and inflamed, and the thread dark and wet with blood. If it had been healing, the process surely was disrupted. This really begged for a doctor, but he had just refused to do that to Mickâs face, so going to a surgeon would mean admitting defeat, and Vince had enough of it today. Besides, while death of infection wasnât among the ways to kill himself that he considered, but for lack of alternativesâŠ
A hand grasped his forearm, startling him. The bandage fell onto the ground with an audible plop. Not paying that any mind, Mick silently dragged him to the door and then along the corridor to the sick bay. Vince didnât resist. It made sense with Nikki. Not with Mick.
Izzy the surgeon wasnât alone. A familiar redhead was sitting on the bunk in the sick bay and sipping beer from a mug. There was a talk in hushed voices going on, but it was, naturally, stopped as Mick barged in without a knock and unceremoniously shoved Vince inside.
âTake care of this idiot before I do,â he only said and, not sparing Vince another look, slammed the door shut.
âWow.â Axl raised an eyebrow. âNever seen the old man so pissed. What did you do, hump his guitar?â
âI wish,â Vince jerked his shoulder, annoyed, but then the pain in it flared up, making him wince. Izzy the surgeon frowned, and Vince belatedly remembered he wasnât supposed to disclose his and Axlâs connection to anyone on the ship. Well, that one reply didnât mean anything, right?
âYou got him so angry and didnât even use the chance to hump his guitar?â Axl continued, making Izzy snort. That was the first time Vince heard him make a sound since he dryly informed him about that same shoulder wound during his first visit to sick bay.
âYou seem unhealthily fixated on it, should I tell Mick to lock it up at night?â Vince replied half-mindedly, eyeing the surgeon nervously. Stopping in the middle of a conversation now would seem stranger than continuing it. Izzy, however, observed the battle of wits with no sign of surprise. No sign of anything, really. It was hard to see his eyes at all underneath the long, greasy hair and in the dim light of the sick bay.
âOh, so he doesnât lock her up?â Axl grinned. âPray tell, where does he keep her?â
âWhatever youâre thinking of, I wouldnât recommend it. You try to cross the galleyâs threshold at night, youâre getting an early breakfast. Of lead.â
âReally? Does he also shoot at you when you go out for a piss?â
Vince nodded. He might have exaggerated Mickâs reaction a bit, to keep any night eatersâ hopes low. Just a bit, though, because anyone breaking down the closed door at night was guaranteed a couple extra holes.
âOh you poor thing, canât even go take a leak?â Axl didnât sound too pitiful, more amused, and that felt good.
âOh, I can. You donât want to know where, though.â
âEw-w-w!â Even Izzy couldnât hold back a cry of disgust. Vince took it as his little personal victory. He had already learned that the reaction to this type of humor was deceptive. If the pirates didnât love the joke, they wouldnât say anything at all, and that silence could kill faster than staying in the same room with a dozen pirates who had beans for dinner. âYeah, Iâll think twice before eating anything from the galley now.â
âThink as much as you want, youâll eat it anyway. May I?â Without waiting for an answer, Vince reached out for Axlâs unfinished mug of beer and finished it off in two gulps. Watching Axlâs jaw loosen in indignation was quite entertaining. And reassuring, because whatever Nikki had said, those two treated him rather decently so far, even when he obviously overstepped the boundaries.
âYou recovered rather quickly,â another voice said from behind Vinceâs back. Izzy. âSurprising.â
âReally?â Vince abruptly turned on his heels towards Izzy. His face gave no indication of whether the last comment was meant positively or negatively, but Vince had a feeling that if it was the latter, the surgeon wouldnât initiate the talk at all. âWhy?â
âWell,â one corner of Izzyâs mouth curved ever so slightly, âlast time you were here, you were trembling like a leaf and couldnât string two words together. I didnât expect youâd last the night.â
Not a muscle had moved in the surgeonâs face, but he tilted his head to the left slightly⊠it might have been the dim light of the sick bay and the shadows of Izzyâs hair falling on his face, but the nothingness of his face had an ironic undertone now.
âWhy wouldnât I?â
âWell, you were rather⊠distraught. You lost everything you had, including your vir⊠dignity. You donât look the hardy type to me, and that would be the easiest way out.â
âWell, it wasnât,â Vince said in a strangled voice. âIf I die, I die of this infection that Mick dragged me here for. Stop talking nonsense and deal with it instead.â
âHey, drop that tone,â Axl demanded, his voice suddenly stern. âOrder your servants around with it- oh right, you donât have any. Nobody owes you anything anymore.â
âAx, relax,â Izzy said lazily, rising from his chair. âOld habits slip through in everyone sometimes. You, for example, still canât take a shit when thereâs someone else on the poop deck, and captain still expects us to know what minuet is. Shirt off.â That last one was addressed to Vince, who hastily pulled his shirt over his head. Izzy grabbed a candle and leaned forward, examining the wound, the candle so close Vince could feel the heat with his skin. He sure hoped Izzyâs hand wouldnât slip.
âLetâs see⊠Havenât I fixed it before? Yeah, those are my stitches⊠holy shit. It takes an effort to fuck up my work this badly. What you been doing with them?â
âNot me,â Vince said gloomily.
âAh.â No emotion on the pale face once again. It contrasted especially starkly with Axlâs grimace on the background. âWell, tell the captain that if he keeps that up, he might lose his favorite whipping boy in a couple of months at best. This one looks fixable, but if they add up itâs gonna get real bad.â
âIf I tell him that, it will take much less than a couple months.â Vince much preferred when they discussed his night pissing accommodations.
âCâmon, itâs not in his interest. Itâs not like you can find pretty captives on every ship you raid. It was three years between you and Axl. Pretty boys donât usually go seafaring â for obvious reasons.â
âBut Axl said-â Vince turned to the redhead, then caught himself. Izzy seemed aware, but to what extent?
âYeah, he got luckier than you. Doesnât mean that wasnât one of the reasons,â Izzy interrupted him. Ah, so he was fully aware. Interesting that Axl didnât consider it worthwhile to tell him about their little club. âAx, get off the bunk. Iâm gonna have to stitch him anew. Here, lie down.â
He pressed on Vinceâs shoulder, pushing him to lie onto his back, then opened a cabinet and extracted a bottle of water out of it and a surgeonâs kit.
âHold this.â He handed Vince the water. As Vince discovered three seconds later, it was actually vodka. A shitty painkiller, but better than nothing.
âHey!â Izzy caught Vince red-handed sipping out of the bottle. âYou parasite! Thatâs for medical purposes. Give that to me.â
âIâm self-medicating!â Vince protested, reluctantly handing back the bottle. The only upside of vodka was that it didnât take much of it to get piss drunk, though, so he wasnât too upset about the loss.
âFor external use!â
âWhy? If you want to clean the wound with it, why not just use water? And I could find a better use for this heavenly beverage.â
âAre you telling me how to do my job? Maybe youâll patch yourself up too then and save everyone the trouble?â Izzy gave Vince a blank stare that impressed him more than any frown Axl could master. âNo? Then donât act all smart here. Stretch out the arm.â
He got down onto his knees next to the bunk and leaned close to the wound, carefully stretching the skin a little to get a better look at it. Then he cut the thread with small scissors and abruptly pulled it out.
âOuch!â
âDonât be such a pussy,â Izzy rolled his eyes. âAt least, not more than you already are.â
Vince wouldnât have swallowed the insult so meekly if the surgeon wasnât just about the only person capable of fixing his wound. Without the thread the torn edges of the wound widened, exposing black, clotted blood inside. Vince winced.
âCould be worse,â Izzy waved him off. âIt just started to inflame. I donât see any pus there so far.â Then he pulled out a patch of fabric and the aforementioned vodka bottle and, before Vince managed to realise what was happening, poured vodka all over it.
A second passed, and then Vince threw his head back with a howl as the liquid burned exposed flesh and the skin around it. Izzy promptly pressed the fabric to the wound, pushing Vince back onto the bunk, and held him down as he cursed and hissed. Then he began cleaning out the dried blood with the cloth, and Vince discovered he knew even more curse words than he thought. Thankfully, he did the job quickly enough for Vince to only cycle through his collection of curses three times.
âThis should be a torture technique!â he protested once he was again capable of coherent speech. âWouldnât water do the job just as well?â
âNo.â Izzy threw the bloody cloth on the floor. âOver my years of practice I discovered that the wounds cleaned with vodka or other highly alcoholic beverages have much lower chance of inflaming. And you need that chance. I canât really chop off a shoulder in case thereâs a gangrene.â
Vince, realizing this was a real possibility, went quiet. Izzy, meanwhile, grabbed a needle, threaded it and then dipped it into the flame of the candle. For a second Vince believed the thread would catch fire, but Izzy knew what he was doing. After a couple minutes of this he removed it, tried to touch it with his fingers, cursed under his breath and blew onto the blunt tip. When it presumably cooled enough, he grabbed the needle and lowered himself onto a stool next to the bed.
âNow hold still. You fidget too much, Iâll have to ask Axl to pin you down.â
âYou donât want that,â Axl, who until now had been observing the scene with an interest one would express to a circus performance, confirmed from the back.
âArenât you going to wait until the needle cools down?â Vince asked warily.
âNo. It will hurt anyway.â With that, Izzy began to stitch.
The stab wound was small and only took him a few minutes to stitch up, but to Vince they were hours. He gripped the edge of the bed so tightly his fingers went numb, and bit his lips so hard he drew blood. But, for the first time on the Shout, the pain was inflicted without a purpose to hurt, and so he kept silent, save for an occasional pained gasp.
âAll done.â Izzy rose from his stool and wiped his bloody fingers and the needle with a towel. âAnd you didnât have to be all tough and manly about it. Crying actually helps relieve the pain.â
âYeah, so you get more excuses to call me a pussy?â Vince huffed, sitting up on the bunk and putting his feet onto the floor. His bloodied knees poked out of his pants, drawing a disproportionate amount of attention.
âWhoa, man,â Axl whistled in amazement, âyou seen his knees? To fucking shreds! The blowjob must have been insane.â
Izzy raised his eyebrows. âHuh. The captain sure doesnât fuck around. You might want to get these cleaned and bandaged, though.â
âI might, if you two stop talking bollocks,â Vince said through gritted teeth.
âThatâs only in your interest,â Izzy shrugged, wetting a cloth with vodka and handing it to him. âThese can get infected too.â
âI- ouch!- know.â Vince dabbed the cloth onto one knee, then another. He didnât even have to take off his pants for that, which was convenient.
âAny other injuries I should know about?â
âNone that I recall,â Vince said curtly.
âMan, if thatâs just his knees, imagine what the captain is doing to his ass,â Axl said from behind Izzyâs back. âMaybe heâs just too shy to ask you about it.â
âIf you donât shut up, I will do something much worse to your ass,â Vince promised.
âOh-oh, so scary.â Axl threw his hands up in pretended surrender, but had to cut the act short to dodge from the candle holder Vince hurled at him. He promptly picked it up to throw it back, but Izzy was quicker.
âStop that right now!â He snatched the candle holder from Axlâs hand. âI wonât tolerate a mess in my workplace!â For the first time Vince heard an actual emotion in his voice â anger. âRose, get the hell out!â
âHey! He started that!â Axl protested.
âI donât care. He needs my services, and youâre here just to gawk. Get out or Iâll make you.â The surgeon was thinner and lighter than Axl, but Vince didnât doubt for a second that he could easily do that. Axl seemed to be of the same opinion, because he got up and disappeared behind the door, muttering indignantly under his breath.
âYou done?â Izzy turned back to Vince like nothing happened and crouched next to the bunk to look at his knees. âWell, you certainly didnât try your hardest. Gimme.â
He quickly and relentlessly wiped up the rest of the clotted blood off Vinceâs knees and bandaged them.
âTry not to kneel much in the next few days. Even if the captain wants you to. Tell him I said so.â
âI will make sure to pass your recommendations on to him,â Vince promised grimly. âAfter which he, in turn, will make sure to break every single one of them. Thanks for the help. Drop by the galley when you can. I donât have much influence over Mick, but I can coax an extra mug of beer out of him for you.â
âYou sure know your strengths.â Izzy smiled with corners of his mouth. âIâll consider it. Now off you go.â
Well, out of all of âget the fuck out of hereâ variations this one was rather polite. Vince, not wishing to test Izzyâs patience any longer, left the sick bay and almost bumped into Axl, who was waiting patiently by the door.
âYou could have told me that Izzy knows about us before I had to find it out by trial and error!â Vince poked him in the chest accusingly.
âWell, it didnât end in error after all, right?â Axl waved his hand carelessly. âBesides, I wanted to see how youâd hold up in the presence of another person. I gotta say, I thought you had better manners.â
âLearning from you all,â Vince grumbled. âAnyone else aware you havenât told me about?â
âNope. Izzyâs the only one on this ship I can trust.â Axl sighed.
âThree years, and youâve only made one friend? Youâre not a social type, arenât you?â
âIâll look at you in three years and see how youâre faring,â Axl scowled. âIf youâre still alive, that is. The captain sure is hot-headed, but within reason. You must be a terrible pain in the ass to end up so beaten.â
âIâm not-â Vince began, but realized anything he said would be taken as proof of that. A pain in the ass, a bother, an annoyance. None of the pirates would ever see past this description, would never believe it wasnât his fault. They believed their precious captain would never do that on his own volition, and together with general disregard of the âblue bloodsâ it was enough for them to shift the blame completely onto Vinceâs shoulders.
He gave Axl a deadly glare and stormed down the corridor to the galley.
#vince neil#axl rose#izzy stradlin#pirate au#in darkness shall you be reborn#motley crue#motley crue au#guns n roses#guns n roses au#had SO MUCH FUN writing axl&izzy dynamics. wanted to introduce izzy for so long. hope yall love him i sure do#for yall whove been sending me messages these past two months: feast. i love yall you've really been lifting my spirits over these months#and i sure needed it. the hole was dark and deep#my writing#POSTED TO WRONG BLOG FIRST SORRY
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Some venting in the tags because sometimes itâs easier to vent into the void than talk to my therapist đ Although I should probably make an appointment and bring this up with her. Donât mind me being depressed for a minute đ Carry on with your whoring and other shenanigans
#Iâm so deeply depressed that itâs not even funny anymore đ#Even with all the help Iâm getting with therapy and how wonderful my parents are in letting me know that theyâre here for me and will help#me no matter what Iâm still so fucking depressed and bordering falling into a deep dark fucking hole đ#And I feel so guilty because with all this help and love? I surely shouldnât be feeling like this?#It just fucking sucks and I literally just want to disappear into a fucking cabin in the woods away from all the bullshit#thatâs making me so depressed and miserable.#This is kind of dark but I donât want to live but at the same time I donât want to die(?)#Idk I find pleasure and joy sometimes in the small things but at the same time I just donât feel any real joy or light deep inside me.#It kind of feels fake? Forced maybe? This joy I sometimes get. Because I think I just feel empty mostly.#Like there is no real life in me or something. I always think Iâm overreacting or being dramatic but this is literally how I feel.#Iâve been trying to suppress this for so long and act like everything fine but I donât have the strength for that anymore tbh.#So idk? Am I actually depressed or just overreacting? I should probably be asking my therapist this and not the Tumblr void đ#and Iâm sending a little hug and strength out into the dark void of anyone needs it đ«
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ââREPAYMENTââ
Synopsis! - Oh no! What happens when the big, massive strong man that saved you during a very dangerous war, wants something from you in return for his bravery?
Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader
Warnings! - Dub-con, mentions of killing people, creampie, ass play, size kink, he stuffs his gloves in your mouth, he's possessive, mentions about keeping you with him. Dark content. this was kinda rushed so sorry for any errors!!
Art credits @umkochannart on twitter!
A/n - I NEED HIM, SOMEONE PLEASE
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âOh myâ fuck! Sir, please we shouldn't be doing this, someone might see!â you stammered, legs trembling as your panties lazily pooled around your ankles. You mewled at the feeling of his hard, cold gear slapping against the mound of your ass, making the flesh ripple against his clothed pelvis. You keened as the wooden table dug into your stomach as you held onto the edge for dear life.
His cock was so thick and longâperfectly curved as it stretches open your tight, compressed walls to alter his girth. He grunts, feeling your tight little pussy eagerly fluttering around his invasive dick as you blabber on and on about your little worries about getting caught. Of course, you minded that a stranger man was destroying your pussy, but that was the least of your worries right now. The thought of getting caught and someone seeing your vulnerable selfâalmost naked, being pounded against a small table in the supply room by a big solider that's fully clothed, except for the crotch of his pants that's zipped down to free his aching cock, that's currently having your cunt droolingâmaking a mess all over his thick combat pants, made your mind hazy and your cunt throbbing in both excitement and frustration.
âAww don't worry bout' that darlingâIâll just kill them for you so they won't say anything, will that be better?â he chuckles, his gloved hands digging into your hips as he deeply thrusts himself inside your dripping pussy relentlessly, fucking every single brain cell out of you. For someone who is âscaredâ, your pussy sure as hell was soaked and aroused.
He smirked under his skull mask at the feeling of your sweet pussy throbbing in tight circles around his cock to his words. âOh? What a dirty little slut, does my talking about killing people make you horny? Such a sick little bitch, this pussy is clenching around me like it's fucking addicted to my cock, you a virgin, darling?â
Your eyebrows furred together at his sick wordings, you felt on the verge of losing your mind as the feeling of pure pleasure clouded your mind. âNo, Mânot!â you whimpered out, your tits grazing against the wooden table as your gushy pussy leaked all over his veiny shaft, every thrust had your pussy coating his cock even more with your filthy juicesâas if you were enjoying it, or maybe you were?
âOh yeah? Well, your cunt sure is fucking tight and warmâsqueezing me so hard for someone that's a whore, whaddya say I keep you here and split open this little pussy whenever I feel like it?â he chuckles darkly, a huge palm slapping your bouncing ass as it jiggles against him, you moaned, tears prickling at your tear line as his thick, filled balls slaps against your poor clit, creating even more friction that had you seeing stars.
âNo! Sirâcan't, you promised you'll let me go after this!â you muttered, feeling so stuffed by the big manâs cock. âShh, shhh I'm just joking with you dollâ he laughs wickedly, perverted eyes moving down to where the two of you were lewdly connected. His eyes fixated on your other little neglected hole, which's already coated with some slick from your pussy. He eagerly pulled off one of his gloves and placed it on the table. You jolted unexpectedly when he stuffed a thumb deep into your mouth, he pressed his weighted chest onto your smaller backâgetting closer to you as he whispered, âGet it all wet and lubed up, it's for your own good, darlingâ, you were confused and oblivious to what he'd be needing his thumb for but obeyed him anyways, not wanting to make the big man angry.
You whirled your tongue around his finger, making sure to get as much spit on it as possible. After, you hummed, letting him know that you were done. He pulled his finger out, sticky drips of spit coating him. Your eyes widen with fear when you felt his fat thumb circling your virgin asshole, he spreads the spit all over the shy, fluttering hole before sinking it in little by little. âFuck! Sirâplease be gentle, never had anything in there!â You yelled as you cried out in pain of your untouched hole getting stretched out. He quickly picked up his glove and shoved it into your mouth when there were footsteps heard thumping outside the room. âFor heaven's sake, please shut the fuck up or Iâll really kill someone. I'm not joking darling. Youâre mine now and I won't let other eyes see what's mineâ he said in a stern tone. He hissed lowly at the feeling of your asshole swallowing his whole thumb in, all the way to the hilt.
âSuch a tight little asshole, Mâhonored Iâll be the first one to break open this pretty assâ. Your muffled cries got louder as he pounded his hefty cock harder into your pussy, making it gushing all over him as he fucked out more and more juices out of your body. Soon the pain turned into pleasure as he started wiggling his thumb inside of you, feeling it exploring your tight walls. Your moan grew sweeter and more fucked out as you felt your orgasm washing over youâhis huge cock tip nudging against your G-spot bullyingly, making your mind hazy. He felt itâfelt the way your pussy grew more wetter and tighter around his length, taking him in all the way in as he pants. âFuck darling are you gonna cum? Go on baby, you can cum, cum all over my cock, you slutâ. He ordered, letting his thumb hooked into your butthole as he uses three other fingers to rub wet circles around your clit.
You moaned out, standing on your tippy toes as you clenched both holes tighter around him, making him hiss as you squirted all over himâyour filthy mess splattering all over his uniform and gear as he fucks more and more juices out of your dirty pussy. He groaned loudly as you made a mess all over himâhe never had someone squirting on him before, so it drove him fucking crazy. He lands slap after slap on your ass cheeksâmaking the flesh red as you whimpered. âSuch a messy little whore, you really squirted on a random man you don't even know? You really are a little slut, I'm definitely keeping you darlingâ he laughs out, feeling his orgasm following him. âIâm gonna stuff this cute little pussy so full of my seed, gonna drain it so deep inside you baby, it'll come out your mouthâ The whole room reeked of sex as he towered over you, his massive cock snugly engulfed by your little pussy, so tight and warm for him. He moans louder, splitting out a few curses as he pulled out his thumb out of your ass, making your little hole wink at him at the loss of his finger. He used both hands to grip your hips, holding you steady as he used your body as a little fuckdoll, manhandling your little body to meet his cock halfway as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.
âNo please! Sir not insi-â Too late, hot ropes of warm sticky cum spurted into your poor hole, filling it up as your eyes roll back. âFuckkk, ohh fuckk yesss, such a good little cumslut for meâ he moaned out with ecstasy as he emptied into your warm pussyâafter so long.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stilled himself into you. He bent over once again, his chest and gear touching your back as he whispered to you. âDon't worry sweetheart, Iâll take good care of you, will fucking kill anyone if they dare look in your direction. You'll be mine forever, prettyâ.
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Working at a restaurant with 141! (pt.2)
As the weeks went on, Gaz and Soap would constantly try to pull you into the walk-in. But Simon's stare made you stop dead in your tracks every time. You've resorted to going over to their place, it's always a surprise who's gonna end up on top of who. During breaks between rounds, you'll catch up on a show you were all watching or playing video games and eating snacks. It's light, fun, young, energetic.
"The boys keeping you satisfied?"
Price asks during one of your smoke breaks, he's leaning against the railing again. Your eyes dart to the floor, embarrassed.
"I could take proper care of you."
The words drip from his mouth and run up your legs, making you squirm. He chuckles, a deep rumble from his broad chest.
"I'll pick you up 7 tonight."
Flicks the butt of his cigar onto the wet cement before walking back into the kitchen. Your hand shakes as you finish your cigarette.
The outing was nice, he took you out on a real date. You wore a tasteful dress that he was obsessed with the moment he saw you in it.
Made you order something expensive from the menu.
"Gotta keep you well fed, hm?"
You couldn't argue with him, he held an air of authority even outside of the kitchen. Conversation was pleasant, he kept it appropriate. Actually, that whole time he was an absolute gentleman. Walked you up to your flat. You gave him an anxious kiss that made him laugh softly and you quickly slipped into your studio. You pressed your back to the door, heart pounding. You squinted through the peephole and watched as he turned around, walking away. As soon as you swung your door open, he was stepping inside your place and scooping you up. He gripped your ass while holding you up, his hands positioned in a way that allowed him to rub your folds through the thin fabric of your dress.
"Already wet? Knew you'd be a good girl for me."
You melted in his arms at those words. Gently laid you right on the bed, pulling back to slip off your heels and left kisses from your ankle to inner thigh. He moaned when you giggled from his beard brushing against your soft thighs.
"Fuckin dogs, markin you up like your theirs."
His lips grazed over the hickeys Gaz and Soap left on your hips and thighs. He pulled the dress up and over your shoulders.
"Those sexy fuckin eyes of yours, Christ."
He kneeled over you, taking you in. Your moans, touch, smell, all that was left was your taste. He sunk back down between your legs and had you coming faster and harder than Soap or Gaz. He was down there for hours, only coming up to briefly cram his thick dick into your tight hole just long enough to leave you being for more when he pulled out. So much restraint he had. Only reason he finally finished was because he had to get up early tomorrow. Painted your sore walls with thick ropes of his spend,
"G'na take it all like a good girl, yeah?"
He held your face to muffle your moans with his mouth while he finished pumping into you. Wouldn't even clean you up, just gently pushed whatever leaked out of you back inside. Then he held you close and fell asleep, effectively trapping you in his arms. He ends up driving you to work the next day, taking you in early so he can prep with Ghost. Simon seems more grumpy than usual (it's because he's the one who's supposed to drive you to work, creature of habit he is).
"I'll let you pick her up next time. Don't get mad at me for being a gentleman."
Price sighs while portioning out meat. You swear you see Simon huff.
The drive home was silent as usual, but there was a tension that wasn't present before. Sure, there's been an uneasy or awkward air in the car before, but this was different. You needed it to stop being quiet.
"...sorry for not telling you about John taking me today."
You sat on your hands, staring at the veiny hand gripping the gear lever.
"S'alright, he told me."
His tone was unreadable as ever. He parked in front of your building, looking at you with those dark, intense eyes. You shifted uncomfortably, about to open your mouth to say something.
"G'night."
He interrupted, you nod and step out of his car to your door. You fumble with your keys and turn around to invite him in, he's already locking his car door and headed towards you. Oh fuck.
He doesn't even let you take your shoes off, just flops you onto the edge of the bed and haphazardly pulls down your jeans and underwear, folding you in half.
"Open."
He grunts, shoving two fingers into your mouth, getting them slick with your spit. He roughly fingers your sweet spot until you are overwhelmed with pleasure, then he undoes his pants. You gasp. Literally gasp at the sight of his length.
"That's not going in me."
You blink at him. He looks at you, stroking himself.
"Alright."
He shrugs before slapping his shaft on your wet folds, then rubbing himself against you. He goes at this for what seems like forever, occasionally his tip catches in your entrance before he slides out and continues to grind against you. It's maddening. Finally, you break and beg for him to slide himself in. He does so with no hesitation or concern for your poor walls. Bullies his way inside you until you physically can't take anymore and pounds into you ruthlessly. He covers your mouth with a rough hand while the other toys with your nub. You squeal, yelp, moan. It's all muffled; only to be heard by his ears.
"Atta girl, takin it like a champ."
You were barely keeping it together, each hit to your cervix made you see stars. It hurt. It was heaven. Your eyes rolled back.
"Don't look away from me."
He grabbed your face, making you stare right into his brown eyes. That's what pushed you over the edge, he rode out your orgasm before reaching his. Your heavy breaths filled the room. That's when he finally decides to pull off your shoes and pants. He was surprisingly good at aftercare, made you both some tea (why did he know where everything was?), wiped you down, and put on some cooking competition show. He was into it. Very into it.
"How do you fuck up beurre monté?"
He says to himself, shaking his head while the contestant on TV cried about messing up a sauce. It goes on like this for a while, shitting on chefs choices and mistakes. Your stomach rumbles, he looks at you. Offers to make something. You remember how the food at the restaurant gets sent back. A lot. Decline politely. He walks to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and cabinets. You'd say something, but you know you can't stop him. Twenty minutes later he hands you a plate,
"Shakshuka."
It looks...edible. He sits at the end of your bed, eating and watching his show. You take a spoonful into your mouth. Fucking delicious.
"Best I could do with what you had."
He made himself home, slept like he paid the bills, splayed out and snored louder than a Harley. Pinned you right under his arm, mouth right next to your ear. You barely get any sleep.
The next day you drag your feet back and forth from the kitchen.
"Fuckin hell Simon, you kept her up all night?"
John shook his head, burning another steak. Simon grunted, plating the meat and placing it on the window. You served the food to the customer and walked back to the kitchen.
"That's my hoodie."
Soap pointed at Ghost. It was obviously Soap's, they were both well built but Simon's arms and chest stretched the fabric.
"So?"
Simon shrugged, sweeping the floor.
"So? I gave it to her."
"S'fine, she has enough of your shit."
Soap looked at you, betrayed. You shrug, you were too tired to even notice what Simon was wearing.
"Didnae ye notice yer favorite hoodie was gone?"
He looked at you, eyes sad and blindingly blue.
"Give it a rest Johnny."
"'But it's 'er favorite. Right bonnie?"
You nod (you don't have a favorite, but obviously he needs this) and he sighs in relief, smile plastered on his face. Pesters Simon to give him back the hoodie.
"Keep it somewhere safe, aye?"
He hands it to you, holding it like it was a damn fabergé egg.
While Simon and you were walking to his car, Kyle and Johnny run after you, insisting on seeing your place,
"What, only they get to see your flat? It's not fair."
So puerile, Ghost rolled his eyes.
They oohed and aahed at your flat, fawning over your decor. You're thankful for splurging on a king sized mattress. Gaz slept like an angel, but Johnny? Even in his sleep he was restless, kicking and talking. You make a note not to have Ghost and him over at the same time.
Two days later, Johnny almost drops to his knees when he sees Simon in your 'favorite hoodie' again.
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bear den
bear!john price
cw: pwp/smut, hybrid!au, bunny!reader, bear!price, scenting, breeding, biting, headlock, doggy style, dirty talk, reverse cowgirl
bunny says and you'll never catch me alive!
edit: part two
to be with a bear was something interesting. especially one as much of a lover as price. oh price was just perfect all over. those blue eyes that made you feel protected and warm. that strong grip of his as he bullied his cock into you. he was a strong, with a bit of softness to him and hairy all over. he loved tugging on your little bunny ears while he slammed his cock into your sweet pussy.
the first time you met him. it was quite scary. the dead of winter deep within the woods you called home. you managed to get your way into the warmth of his cabin/den. but your mother told you to never enter the den of a bear. what you soon saw was the lumbering form of bear hybrid.
"what are you doin' here?" he grumbled. his voice heavy was sleep. he was in hibernation after all. but his cock was hard in his sweat pants. he yawned, "if you're gonna make yourself at home. it's gonna cost ya."
the curious bunny gave head to the hairy bear. a tale as old as time. but the notion of bunny cunt seemed to entice the bear and he grabbed you by the ears and dragged you back into his den. the smell of bear was a lot for you, the dominate scent even made you iron resolve crumble. the wetness in your worn panties.
'this'll do." he grumbled as he tossed you on the bed. he got you under the covers. tore off your meager clothes and fucked your bunny hole half asleep. you on the other hand were wide awake. the breath taken out of you. he got through two rounds before his sleepiness took over and he went back to sleep.
he kept you after that, he told you a little bunny like you needed to be protected. who knew what was out there, in the deep darkness of the forest. so you spent the following seasons with him.
you became his lover, he even planted a carrot garden for you when the snow melted. oh he loved his bunny. he loved to tug on your cotton tail or take you by the face to look at him while he had you pressed up against the side of the cabin and your back bent.
but when winter came, he made sure his bunny was taken care of while he was asleep. bunnies could hibernate if they felt safe enough, but you wouldn't be dead to the world if you did.
but in all fairness, the smell of bunny in his cabin didn't keep him asleep for long. you woke up in the morning, snow was pressed up against the window. but the sun shined in.
the smell of price in your bedroom was overwhelming. the room was small, but the big was large. but price's hairy body still made you feel small on the bed. so the smell of the bear hung heavy. the bed had every blanket, pillow, sweater, stuffed animals, anything else he could find to make his nest. the final piece was you. where he tucked you in and snuggled you until he eventually dozed off.
you had been asleep for over a day now, you looked over and saw him sound asleep. you reached for him and kissed him on the nose. his arm was heavy over you. you shifted in your spot and got out from under him.
but you couldn't get out of bed. as he grabbed you by the tail. "where ya goin', love.' he said with sleep heavy in his voice, "i didn't tell ya you could leave." then you were dragged back into bed with a 'hmfph'.
he snuggled you back into his arms, "you don't have my smell on ya." he grumbled as he rubbed his face up against your bare chest. there was no point in having clothes on while in the nest. you were under so many layers you were already warm enough.
"john!" you squeaked as his tongue came out and started to lick across your pulse, "it's only us in the entire area. plus it's only to the kitchen."
"no." he said, he ran his teeth across your pulse, "gotta smell like me." you made a noise as he, in tired trance, got you on your hands and knees. the weight of the blankets and his larger body kept you pinned to the soft mattress.
"john!" you whined, "c'mon!"
he grumbled something. his cock slid up and down your pussy as he tried to push it into you. you arched your back in anticipation. poor price, his head was full of sleepy cotton. he relied on instinct and right now it was directing him to breed his little nest mate.
you moaned, to have your face buried in the pillow. that reeked of your lover only made you wet between your legs. as if the leftover cum from your lover wasn't enough lube for his impressive size. he was big all over. so different from your tiny bunny self, no wondered he wanted to protect you.
and breed you.
your heart raced as he finally got his cock into you. he sank into your sweet cunt. he groaned as he leaned over you and put his arm around your neck and bent your back. his thrusts were sloppy, there was no rhyme or reason, only what felt good.
"you feel so good, love.' he grumbled, "always so perfect for me." his gaze was unfocused, his voice sleepy and slurred, "a good little bunny for me. with your cotton tail and those ears. my girl though, right? all mine? not gonna have ya run off with a coyote or somethin'. keep ya home, keep ya full." he gave you a lazy smile as our eyes met. he leaned in and licked across your cheek. his bear ears twitched at the taste of your soft skin against his rough tongue.
your core throbbed, the entire feeling. the coziness of your den that you shared with price left you feel soft and warm. you were comfortable and safe, so why not let price breed you? you were already so soft and warm, let your brain let it go and accept him.
he held you close to him, bent to his liking to have the best angle of your pussy. his broad paws were all over you, he held your throat and around your middle as he thrusted up into you.
"john." you whimpered, your focus was hazy and your thoughts dripped away like melted snow. the sun shined thought the window of your den, it bathed you in a bright glow.
"i know. i know." he purred, he blinked to get a little more awake, "so small. i could crush ya easily. poor little bunny got caught up with a big bad bear. now she sharin' a nest with him and letting him bully her sweet little cunny."
his words made your brain mushy.
the bed creaked under your love making, he still held you like a toy for his pleasure. he lazily made out with you as he moved you up and down his cock. he groaned, his lips close against yours, "my girl. my little bunny. i love the feeling of ya around me."
you made small noises and hearty pants as the movements continued. as he kept ramming against your sweet sex. you were a right fit for him. after all these months you still were so good for him.
he watched your focus come in and out. your tongue stuck a little out of your mouth. the little bunny had her brains fucked out, oh no! he let go of you. his hands on you as he maneuvered your once more and got you into a reverse cowgirl. the blankets were kicked to the bottom of the bed.
he was propped up against the headboard and kept you in his lap. his cock buried into your slick pussy. he held onto your hips and bounced you on his cock. he wished he could see your breasts bounce with every thrust, but to watch the sweat drip down your back.
your nest got heated, your scent bled a little bit into the air of the room. it was musky and comforting. to be fucked by a bear was something unlike anything you could describe. he just fit you so right.
"good girl."
"john."
"i know, i know." he groaned. the rush of pleasure raced through his body as it did yours. he felt the same euphoric of having his cock buried into his sweet mate. he made sure that his scent was all over you, he was certain it would stick this time.
you leaned forward and held onto the covers that were between his legs. he watched how your pussy swallowed up his cock with each movements of your hips. he licked his lips as he moved your faster.
he watched your cotton-tail twitch, it almost made him cum at that moment. he continued to move your hips, the rush of climax almost washed over him.
the two of you made love like animals in your nest that he had built for you. to protect you. his cock throbbed in your cunt and with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you.
"ah!" you whined as you arched your back. you came as well and clutched onto the sheets. your toes curled and you felt your heart racing.
price felt content as he smothered you in his pecs. they were softer and hairy. he had gotten a little thicker for the winter. you made a soft noise as you were buried in them.
"john."
"i know bunny, i got ya. now sh, time to go back to sleep." he purred as he grabbed the blankets with one hand but kept you to him with the other. he buried you back under the nest of blankets.
yeah, that sounded like a great idea. you weren't even too sure if you could walk if you got up. so with the glow of the morning sun peeking through your window, you fell back asleep with your face in your mate's chest.
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it was spring now. but you and your bear mate have been slow to wake up for it. price still was in a tired mindset, constantly cuddled up to your partially swollen belly. you were only four months, but price still adored how you carried his cub.
he made a gruff noise and cuddled up with your middle further. his facial hair which had grown over hibernation brushed up against your exposed middle. such a cute little bunny and her adoring mate.
you ran your fingers through your hair as you heard the birds chirp outside and the sound of melting snow. next winter it would be you, price and your little cub all sharing a nest to sleep soundly through the winter <3
xoxo,
bunny
part two <3
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I hope I'm not too late! For the 5K event (congratulations btw!!! You deserve all of them ^^), could my request be of a merman pod finding reader and deciding she needs to be their mate/breeding partner? I guess it'd be kind of a similar situation with the cow/bull hybrids?? I'm not sure how it'd go, but It can be as sfw or nsfw as you want (I deeply apologize if this exceeds 1k words. Of course you don't have to write this if you don't want to). Thank you in advance! ^^
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Warning: dubcon, breeding, virginity loss
It had been a normal day out on the water for you, swimming and splashing around in a small cove near your home.
Unfortunately(or maybe fortunately) for you, it was the spot where a pod of mermen spent their breeding season, relaxing and eating there before going out to try and find a suitable mate.
As you got ready to get out and go grab a snack from your cooler, you felt someoneâs eyes on youâŠ
When you turned to look, a head quickly dipped back under the water, and you felt your blood run cold when you spotted several dark shapes swimming in your direction.
Of course you immediately swam for the shore, afraid of it being a shark or some underwater predator. You were alone out there, and if you were eaten no one would ever even know.
Before you could stand to start wading through the now waist deep water, something grabbed your ankle, pulling you under.
You cursed yourself for not bringing your goggles, unable to open your eyes under the stinging, salty sea water.
You prepared for some kind of attack, hoping it wouldnât be too painful⊠but nothing happened. Your body was gently lifted out of the water, and you felt something cool and smooth rubbing against your cheek⊠and your belly⊠and pretty much every part of your skin.
When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that you were surrounded by strange creatures, half human and half fish. They all were nuzzling their cheeks unto your flesh, some giving you soft licks as if inspecting you.
After thoroughly looking over you, they all began purring and trilling, some cooing as they set you on your feet. Getting a better look at them, you realized they were all handsome, and were all smiling as they surrounded you.
âA female in our cove? What luck!â
You were surprised when one of the creatures spoke, even more surprised when another responded with soft trills and clicks.
âYes, she is quite warm⊠and so soft!â
The feeling of cool scales rubbing against your thigh made you yelp. One of their tails was curling around you, keeping you close and still.
âH-hey! What do you think youâre doing!?â
They all flinched when you raised your voice, their fins perking up. Some looked at you curiously, while some seemed a bit annoyed or afraid.
âMmm? Weâre preparing to breed with you. Itâs not often a female is so close to our cove while itâs mating season.â
You nearly fainted, this was all too much. First you were having to accept the fact that mermen were real, which was hard enough by itself.
Now, these mermen that you just learned actually existed wanted to breed with you.
Another merman pressed against your back, letting out a soft coo as something sticky and hard slipped and rubbed between your thighs.
There was one in front of you as your thighs were fucked from behind. He examined your bathing suit, talking his head and pulling at the fabric curiously.
âSomething to cover your mating slit? Perhaps human females are more cunning than I thoughtâŠâ
He seemed to view the fabric as a separate layer of skin, his weighed fingers moving to trace over your clothed pussy.
The mermanâs eyes went wide, and his finge red pressed against your clothed hole. âWarm⊠so warmâŠâ
The feeling of his cool, webbed fingers moving over your warm pussy made you shiver and buck your hips uncontrollably. This made the merman purr in delight.
âY-you can remove it⊠itâs clothing,â you said, panting softly. Honestly, it had been so long since youâve really pleasured yourself, and you desperately wanted to get fucked stupid.
Your bathing suit was unceremoniously ripped off, and the pod gathered around you.
There were whines and hisses, each merman fighting over who got to breed you first.
It was finally settled that they would go from smallest to largest. A merman, a bit younger than the rest approached you shyly. He was excited, this would be his first time breeding!
He chirped at you, giving you puppy dog eyes as his cock bobbed up and down in need. It seemed this one couldnât speak, possibly being new to human speech.
âGo on, just inhale her scent and your instincts will take over,â one of the merman said, encouraging the other as he placed a hand on your thigh.
His face buried itself in his neck, and as soon as he inhaled your scent his body stiffened and pressed against you.
The feeling of his cock struggling to find your hole, rubbing against you desperately made your heart throb. This merman was too cute!
You loved your hand down, the man letting out a nervous yet aroused trill when you helped to guide his cock to your entrance.
âThere you go, baby⊠r-right thereâŠâ
He nuzzled his cheek against yours, the flesh slightly rough against your soft skin.
The second he sunk his cock into your cunt, he let out a groan, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you roughly.
You but your lip, trying not to make too much noise. The other merman moved in closer to watch, and they all seemed to communicate with the one mating with you.
âWarm? You said sheâs warm there?â
âOh⊠cum already, I want a turn!â
The first merman came, relaxing against you as your pussy was filled with his cum. The next was eager to get a feeling of your pussy, pushing the other out of the way before pushing in.
âNngh⊠w-warmâŠâ he gasped out, his body hands trembling as they grasped your plump hips.
None of them were used to fucking into something so soft and warm, mermaid were usually cold and rough⊠but god you were the complete opposite.
It was a breeding frenzy after that, each desperate to get their turn fucking that fat, warm pussy of yours. The sound of wet squelching and shameful moans and cries echoing through the cove.
After each had a turn, they returned you to the shore, leaving you with a freshly caught fish before they left to go hunt.
âWeâll be back by nightfall, mate!â
âDonât enter the water until weâre home! We donât want our scents attracting other competing males!â
They waved to you as they swam away⊠and you were looking forward the summer with your new pod of mates.
part 2? might make a little series based off this concept where you meet each merman and get to know them!
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17+ content, triple threat, pussy eating, minor mention of spit (dg), fingering (dg & jt), 69 position (rh), every dc man is a munch because i said so, argue with the wall
⊠Dick Grayson, who folds you over yourself and holds your legs wide open when he eats you out. he starts slow, almost calculated as he talks about how nasty you are, spelling his name out before each flick of his tongue over your clit. hot and labored breaths are huffed against your lips as he picks up the pace, tongue dipping deep into your cunt and a guttural groan makes you gasp. he feels you clench on his tongue and itâs taken as a signal, dangerously long fingers suddenly curling up into your pussy and making you whimper above him. youâre pleading for more, he assumes, harsh tugs on his hair making him moan deep into your core and driving you over the edge.
still, his fingers speed up while your cum leaks around them and against his palm. he pulls his mouth away, covered in slick and drool with a nasty grin on his face, all for you to see- or just so he can see the desperate look on your face as you twitch for and beg for a break. he fixes his angle and you cry out, whining at the faux sympathy in his voice. itâs alright, sweetheart- i know. jusâ feels too good, yeah? a thick glob of spit lands on your clit and youâre so fucking wet, itâs as if he only did it for the sentiment- just to start circling and sucking at the sensitive bud until youâre damn near crying.
⊠Jason Todd, who locks your thighs around his head and muffled himself as his fingers dig into your hips. heâs practically consumed by your supple and savory skin, biting and sucking dark hickeys into your inner thigh before returning to your weeping cunt. the way he uses his mouth is obscene, making sure you hear the loud squelch and lewd slurps every time he dips his head deeper into your pussy. his fat tongue laps from your hole all the way to your clit before he sucks, letting out a deep and muffled laugh between your legs when you mewl. jason moves his hand to prod thick fingers at your entrance, forcing you to buck into his face and getting him deeper inside.
the way you chant his name- jay⊠jay- jason, oh fuck- it fuels his ego, and you can feel the wicked grin against your skin. he can tell youâre close now, and he only encourages you until your moans turn long and drawn out, burying his face in your pussy with a few weak thrusts. his gravely voice hums against you, fuck, gorgeous- all fâme, huh? yeahhh, all for me. youâve got him humping the mattress like a fucking teenager with the way you keen for him, but heâs set on making you cum over and over on his tongue. he pays no mind to your hand pushing him away, pulling his fingers away from you pussy and locking you right back up with his bare hands.
⊠Roy Harper, who moans into your cunt before youâre even properly positioned to suck him off, situating you right on top of his face so he can grope your ass. the enthusiasm makes you buckle over and giggle, pulling out a whine from his throat. you finally give him some needed attention, sucking at his tip and rubbing pre-cum down his shaft. it pushes him further into you as he groans, hugging your whole body closer to his face and chest. itâs an endless cycle: your mouth wrapped beautifully around his cock, leaving stray saliva and lipgloss around the base, only leading to desperate moans vibrating all the way up your spine as he bucks into the back of your throat; in turn, you whimper and gag, hands holding onto his thighs to ground yourself. the room is filled with all types of debauched noises and it only turns him on more- god, he needs to hear more.
he doesnât let up, even when you resort to stroking his dick to give yourself breath, lurching over and keening about how close you are. the arch in your back, the way you grind into his face- itâs got him determined. give it to me, doll- cmon, lemme get a taste of this pretty pussy. you canât even deny him, ruining his face with a loud moan along the base. your pleasure feeds directly into his, and heâs cursing between your pussy lips as ropes of cum cover his pelvis and your hand. youâre dripping down his face when he lifts you up a tad, but he only takes a few moments to catch his breath before heâs pulling you back down on his face. he just needs you wailing and creaming all over his face one more time.
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( drabble ) sweet dreams Ìš ! àšà§ äž ë°ì±í Ő
âž âž° â waking sunghoon up after having a wet dreamăŸ
boyfriend! sunghoon ă» fem!reader â â â â â â â â g ă» smut â â â â â â â â cw ă» â unprotected sex , cock warning wc ă» â0.4k â â â â| â âclick to library
request. hi, this is my first request, i hope you can do it. the reader has a wet dream about sunghoon at night and wakes up sunghoon because he is so needy, can you do this please
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you felt as soon as your eyes shot open; the heating sensation pooling in between your legs; along with a damp feeling on your shorts⊠the cause of this; your boyfriend , who also happened to be sleeping soundly right next to you.
the dream was so vivid , it was like you could feel your mans in between legs, cock deep inside your warm cunt , your hands tangled in his hair as he fucked into you â unfortunately that's all it was , a dream; a damn good dream, one that you couldn't let remain a dream. âhoonie.â
sunghoon eyes fluttered open, wet kiss being pressed against his neck. âbaby.â he said sleepily; finally feeling your warm lower half against his leg. âhoonie i need you.â your fingers raking down his stomach, lifting up his tank top. âbaby why are you so needy?â he cooed , his eyes conforming to the darkness. âyou have a good dream, hm?â
you whimpered, nodding. âi-i need you inside me.â you moaned, grinding again his leg. âpl-please.â you were so sleepy, but you needed him. âbaby calm down, you're gonna cum before im even inside you.â he kissed your temples. âyour poor little body can only take so much.â
he maneuvered your body so you were facing him , sliding your pants down. âlook how wet you are down there.â his volume low like there was someone in there with you even though you were alone. âmust've been a really good dream , your poor pussy is crying for me.â he groaned. âdesperate for my cock princess.â
he freed his hard cock from his pajamas pants , lifting your leg around his waist. âput it inside please.â he cooed at your neediness. âokay baby , okay you're in charge right now.â he groaned , rubbing the head on his cock on your clit. âfuck baby.â pushing his tip against your waiting hole. âso warm.â he moaned as he pushed his way inside. âfuck hoonie.â you moaned pathetically as he bottomed out inside you. âfuck your pussy just sucked me in.â
grinding his cock deeper inside you; gripping his bicep as he tiredly moved his cock inside you. âfuck baby you're so tight , i fucked you right before bed , you love my cock that much.â you hummed. âso-so much.â you moaned. âi know baby, that's why i want you to cum , cum all over my cock for me.â he groaned as you tightened around him. âcome on be a good girl and cum so you can sleep princess.â
that was all you needed before you were cumming; he held you, fucking you through your orgasm. âgood girl , good girl , cum for me.â he kissed your temples. âyou feelings better baby?â you nodded , yawning. âgood , let's get you to bed.â he said , pulling you on top him , his cock still inside you , hard. âyou didn't cum.â you said tiredly , he chuckled. âbaby , you're half asleep already,â he said. âwe finish in the morning , let's just stay like this , can you do that princess? can you keep my cock warm for me?â you needed. ây-yes hoonie.â he kissed your forehead.
âgood girl , now get some sleep , I'll make sure to fuck you awake princess.â
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18+ mdni; fem!reader
thinking abt film prof!toji eating you out in his little office... you had been on his mind for the whole entire day, the hunger inside him so irritating that he had no other chance to break your little rule of not doing anything in public.
now down on his knees and between your thighs, heâs messy being and heâs being sloppy â heâs got your slick running down his chin as he fucks you with his tongue, and his glasses keep fogging up from the way he keeps burying his face into your warm cunt. heâs like a starved beast, devouring you as if youâre the last meal heâll ever get to eat.Â
his nose bumps against your swollen clit and you throw your head back and bite at your own fingers to keep your moans at bay and toji tightens his grip on your legs to keep you from squirming away from him.Â
with your free hand, you tug at his roots and it only makes things worse for you because the action makes toji groan into you and the vibrations that sends all over your body are so intense that your eyes go cross.Â
voices coming from the hallway fall deaf to your ears, your mind solely set on your sweet professorâs tongue. he moves his whole head, not just the muscle, and soon enough youâre guiding him just the way you like with the hand in his hair. you canât keep your hips still either, grinding into him every time you push him against you. and he lets you do it.Â
he lets you do it all.Â
toji isnât ashamed to get on his knees, nor is he ashamed to let you use him for your own pleasure â despite the fact that it was his aching cock that got the two of you into his situation, heâs more than willing to forget about his own needs as long as he knows that youâre feeling good.Â
he loves the way your brows furrow and he loves the way your chest rises and falls. he loves to watch beads of sweat form on your forehead and he loves to watch you try and muffle your moans. he loves the way your body keeps on twitching and he loves the way you keep clenching around him.Â
and he fucking loves the way you taste.Â
his cock throbs under the layers of clothing, just begging to be set free but toji refuses to take his hands off of you. heâd rather suffer from actual blue balls than to give you any less attention than you deserve. his boxers are ruined with his pre-cum, his balls full and heavy, as he gets off on the mere sight of you. he reckons heâs never been this fucking hard before, better yet this close to cumming untouched, and heâs sure youâve actually bewitched him. not that heâs complaining though.Â
you make him feel alive.Â
hell, heâd go to fucking war for your pretty little smile.Â
when you give his roots a particularly rough tug, he knows youâre close. so, he lets go of one of your thighs and brings it to your pussy instead; latching his lips around your sensitive clit, he sucks on the nub while lining up his two digits with your weeping hole. the face you make when he pushes them in is fucking priceless â your lips part in a silent moan, your eyes screwing themselves shut as you approach your high.
using his middle and ring finger, the professor makes a wave-like motion inside you and suddenly there's a weird type of pressure building inside you, making your eyes shoot wide open again.
âah! fuckâ wait!â your broken whines are like music to his ears. âgonnaâ gonna make a mess!â
you paw at his head in a weak attempt of making him back away but to no avail, if anything he presses himself even closer â his fingers are so deep that theyâre touching places you didnât even know about and his lips are so soft and his tongue so warm and skilled and the band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter with every passing second.Â
toji takes his mouth off of you for only a fraction of a second. âmake a mess then, doll, câmon.âÂ
your glassy eyes meet his dark, lust-filled green ones and the determination pooling in them is the last push you need to finally unravel. your back arches off the chair and you canât hold back the loud moan that forces its way out from the depths of your lungs. tojiâs shirt gets completely soaked when you squirt all over him but he doesnât stop. the liquid seeps through the flimsy material and he can feel it on his skin, and fuck, is it hot.Â
a tear runs over the apple of your cheek and toji itches to kiss it away. your lip wobbles as you writhe in utter bliss, mind all hazy from the overstimulation. as the wave of pleasure flows through you, the exhaustion finally settles in, making you drop your hand from his hair. but before it can go any further, toji takes it into his. with his arm still under your thigh, he just presses it into your side and just keeps it there.
he helps you ride out your orgasm and the thought of not stopping, of going further, floods his brain â he wants to make you do that again, he wants you to make an even bigger mess but the clock on the wall behind you is clicking awfully close to his next class and he canât put either of you at any more risk.
hesitantly, he pulls his fingers out of you and tears his eyes from you to look at your abused hole. he groans at the sight of it and then heâs already leaning forward to get one final taste. swallowing a whimper, you do your utmost best to stay still and to let him have his little reward.Â
he pushes himself off the ground, grinning from ear-to-ear with pride blooming in his chest as he looks at your disheveled form. biting your lip, you reach for him but are barely able to ghost your fingers over his bulge when heâs stopping you.
âno, but⊠?âÂ
tojiâs scarred lips smash against yours in a sloppy, haste kiss. and then heâs pulling away again.Â
âyâgonna suck me off while i give class, hm?â he teases while brushing some damp stray hairs from your forehead. Â
âi would.â
âŠÂ
tojiâs heart stutters â no, it fucking stops working for a few good seconds. he stares at you with his lips parted and you get to watch in real time how the tips of his ears grow red again.Â
âdonâtâ donât fuckinâ say that.â he grumbles at you, averting his gaze. âshit.â
you laugh at his reaction but donât let him go away too far, tugging on his belt loops to bring him back. âyours or mine, professor?â
âmine, hm? iâll make ya something to eat.â
cocking a brow you tease him a bit more, unable to let any of the opportunities go to waste. âlike real food or⊠?â
he gives you a real professor-like look and you boop his nose. he lets you do as you wish but then heâs wrapping his fingers around your wrist. âreal food.â
âokay.â
âyeah?â
âyeah.â
thereâs a moment of silence between you. the most comfortable kind. neither of you look away from each otherâs eyes, smitten and a bit giddy. excited.Â
âgo change your shirt now, mister.âÂ
you poke a finger at his chest and almost cringe at the big wet stain youâve given him. âwait, do you just have a change of clothes here with you?â
âno.â
you cock a brow. âno?â
âsukunaâ i mean, mr. sukuna, will bring me something.â
âwhat the hell will you even tell him?â
âspilled my water.â tojiâs voice is calm as ever, deep and raspy, and all you want to do now after heâs been so good to you, is to cuddle with him. âdonât worry about it, doll, yeah?â with a nod and a quiet hum, you comply. he leans to give you another kiss and an ass squeeze and then heâs bidding you goodbye with a smug grin as you straighten out your clothes and collect your belongings before making your way out of his office. you give him one last wave and disappear into the hallway, leaving toji standing there with a raging boner and a squirt-stained shirt. he is not complaining.
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I have a bad habit of looking at other people's phones in public. Someday, I think I'll look at a cute girl's screen and see the sorta shit I like - bondage, rape, deep, strong fucking. You'd scroll past as quick as you can, of course, since it's embarrassing to be caught looking at that in public... But I'd know.
It's not hard to follow people, especially in a city. Nobody expects to be followed; you'd never even notice. Maybe you catch a glimpse of me through the corner of your eye, but it's just a coincidence that I've been behind you the past eight blocks, right? Right?
I've been camping outside your place, watching through the window. It wasn't hard, and you haven't noticed anything more than a shadow. But it's dark out now, and very late, and I climb up to your window to get a better view.
I see you reclined in your bed, rubbing and pounding as hard as you can, your brow furrowed and your lips open in a silent moan as you try to hide your, what, fourth orgasm of the night? I watch, every inch of my cock throbbing, aching, waiting for my turn.
You turn off your phone, close your eyes, and you - raw, red, exhausted you - try to sleep. I wait a few minutes just to be sure, feeling myself over my clothes, before trying your window. It's a rush when I find it unlocked - you are EXACTLY the kind of girl I thought you were. Silently, the window slides open, and I follow the cool night air into your bedroom.
You're prettier up close. I've been studying you for hours now, of course, but I hadn't noticed just how soft your skin was, or how smooth your curves... I pull down your covers, revealing that you didn't bother to put anything on after you came. Your slick, abused cunt is so inviting; every cell in my body is screaming at me to tear you open with my cock, to ruin you, to pound your cervix up into your tummy, but there's something I need to do first...
I take a quick moment to undress, quietly, the soft clink of my belt buckle being the only sound other than our breathing, already starting to mix in the darkness. Then all at once I pounce, pushing you onto your front, gripping your waist from behind, and ramming my cock dry into your ass.
It hurts. I want it to hurt.
You're scared. I want you to be scared.
Maybe you've been with a guy before, maybe you haven't, maybe you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or spouse right now; it doesn't matter to me. With my size, every hole feels tight, especially a victim.
I feel you writhe beneath me, trying to get away, but I won't let you. I take one of my hands off your waist and, balling up your hair in one fist, wrench your head back.
"You," I whisper, my breath hot on your cheek, "aren't going anywhere, pretty girl."
I push your face down into your bed and keep going, pounding, breaking, raping your ass. You feel my breath on you, my sweat on you, the smell of me overwhelming even as I'm intoxicated by yours. I yank your head back up and take a deep breath in at the back of your neck, moaning as I breathe out. As I pause, you raise your hips into me, whimpering, and I know you need me to keep going.
Because you need it, don't you? You need a big, strong man, smelling like sweat and power, to rape you, don't you? To completely make you mine, to turn you into a sobbing, soaking mess, to mold you around my filthy, throbbing cock. Say it now, say that you need it, that you're a needy slut, say it out loud...
So I continue. Taking the other hand back to your waist, I redouble my work, straining inside you. I reach down to slap your soaking pussy and rub your wetness on me, and keep going. In and out, in and out, in and out, my girth spreading your ass so wide, so painfully, you can barely think. But I know you need it, and I'm so close now.
My breath comes faster, catching in my throat, and you feel a hard thrust, then another, another, another, and finally, I ram into you so hard we both collapse into your bed... And you feel the thick, white cum shoot into you. Warm, heavy, sticky, it fills your insides as my cock pulses thick and strong inside you, my breath warm on your neck as I force you to cockwarm me.
I kiss your soft, pretty skin as you sob into your pillow. I grind into you as I do, and my cum leaks out, a slow stream rolling down from your ruined ass towards that gaping, aching cunt. After a minute, I pull out, and push you onto your back. You get a brief glimpse at my face through the tears - long, long eyelashes framing deep gray eyes - before I steal a kiss. Your tears make it salty, and you feel me smile, pressed up against your lips.
"You needed it, didn't you?" I ask, still grinning.
Weakly, you nod. "Mhmm..." You draw in another shaky breath.
"Good, good girl." I lean back and reach for my cock - I'm still hard. I still need you.
You know what you are now. You'd suspected it before, but now you know what you are, what you need, and so do I. You spread your legs for me, this time willingly, begging me to come make you mine...
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two-player
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
turns out itâs a great idea to screw around with your coworker (2.9k)
cw: 18+ only SMUT. mean!eddie, bratty reader (really theyâre just stubborn idiots pining for each other), degradation on the low (eddie calls r some names), use of petnames, spanking, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, lmk if I forgot any!
âI canât fucking stand you,â you hiss, your chest colliding with metal.
You can hear the metallic jangle of Eddieâs belt buckle coming undone, his free hand pressing hard into your back, keeping you bent over the hood of his van.
Heâd been driving you up the wall the entire day, your shift at the arcade seeming to never end. You were at each otherâs throats the entire time, spitting insults back and forth like children until Keith had told you to shut the fuck up and go home - he'd close up shop himself - and not bother coming back until you could figure your shit out.
You were seething, tension at an all time high between the two of you when you stomped after him out to the dark, empty parking lot. You arenât quite sure how you got here, you just know it involved Eddie pressing you up against the back wall of the building, his tongue tangling with yours.
A dry chuckle erupts from deep in Eddieâs throat. âSure, sweetheart. Iâm not that fond of you, either.â
You gasp when his hands tug your shorts down, your panties coming with them in one swift, harsh motion. His ring-clad hand comes down to smack your ass, kicking your feet apart with a heavy boot.
âFuck,â he curses under his breath, barely loud enough for you to hear it. His hands grope each cheek, spreading them to expose your tight little hole, the slick folds of your drenched pussy.
âAre you gonna keep ogling or actually do something, Munson?â you snark, letting out a startled squawk when he slaps your ass again.
âIâm gonna start by fucking that stupid little attitude right out of you,â he grits, gathering each of your hands and bringing your wrists together behind your back, holding them firmly. âSound like a plan, sugar?â he asks, bending over your frame so that his mouth is inches from your ear.
Youâre about to bite back when he swipes the middle and ring fingers of his free hand through your folds, rubbing back and forth through them.
âItâs real fucking cute,â he says, venomous, âthat you wanna talk suuuch a big game, but here you are; getting soaked when Iâve barely even touched you.â
You shiver despite the heat of the night, craning your neck to try and get a better look at him. You try to shoot him daggers, but youâre aware you probably just look pathetic. It doesn't help that the fluorescent glow of the Palace Arcade sign was casting him in the prettiest oranges and blues, making him look ethereal.
Heâs right, too. All the teasing, the arguing, the insults have done nothing but get you hot for him. You wanted to see how far you could push him, wanted to see if heâd cross into uncharted territory.
And cross he did.
He teases your entrance, swirling the pad of his finger around the slick hole, your back arching.
âEd-dieee,â you whine, face going impossibly hot when you hear him laugh at you.
âWhat?â he asks, feigning nonchalance. âWhat do you want?â
You burn, jaw setting as he continues to tease you. âYou know what,â you reply meekly.
âDo I? Hmm, Iâm not sure. Nothing seems to be coming to mindâŠâ
âPlease,â you try, not wanting to have to say the words.
âOh, so now you can be polite? Thatâs sweet, but I still wanna hear you say it,â he purrs. âTell me what you want.â
Your jaw clenches, wanting to tell him off but thinking better of it. He wonât give you anything if you push him too hard. Itâs harder than it should be to get the words out of your mouth, feeling petulant in your reluctance to tell him what you need.
âI wantâŠâ you say, exhaling sharply. âI want your fingers inside of me.â
âOh, is that it?â he replies, and you donât need to look at him to know that heâs got a shit-eating grin plastered on that stupid face of his.
You nod, cheeks inflamed with humiliation. Nevertheless, your core throbs for him, a deep ache that needs to be satiated.
âEddieâŠâ you whine, so softly, as if you donât want him to hear it.
But he does. âSo needy,â he taunts, fingers continuing to tease your entrance. He draws circles around it, three times before finally giving in.
Two fingers intrude, pushing in to the knuckle. You inhale sharply, jaw hanging slack when his fingers start to curl. The sick squelching sounds he draws from your cunt are enough to make him swear under his breath, a muttered, âFuck, so wet.â
He knows exactly what heâs doing, itâs clear this isnât his first rodeo. His fingers fuck you with a precision you havenât known before. Youâd secretly assumed that heâd be good, but this is mind-blowing.
If his fingers feel this good, you have to know how his cock feels.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, youâre cumming around his thick digits, cream pooling around his rings.
âThatâs it, baby, fuck. Such a god damn whore, cumming so quick,â he bites, but you can hear the condescension wavering in his tone.
You donât say a word, your brain fuzzy, like the static on a television. Behind you, Eddieâs pulling his cock free from his boxers, and you can hear the rustle of movement when he shoves the clothing down his thighs.
One big hand reaches around to your face, palm open and waiting.
âSpit,â Eddie rasps, and your breath catches in your throat. It takes you a moment too long to compute for his liking. âDid I fucking stutter? Spit.â
You oblige, spitting in his hand, coating it with your saliva. You turn as best you can to watch him stroke his cock with his now slick palm, and a mewl escapes you at the sight of him. His cock is thick and glorious, the tip pink and leaking. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, meeting Eddieâs dark eyes.
âLike what you see, sweetheart?â he asks, smug.
You almost retort with something snarky, but thereâs a part of Eddieâs expression that says he really wants your approval. Thereâs a part of you that simply wants to give him whatever he wants.
âMhm,â you nod. âItâs so big, Eddie.â
âFuck,â he hisses.
He steps closer, pressing the head of his cock against your core. You whine, feeling yourself clench around nothing in desperate anticipation to take him. You bite down on your lip when he presses in, teeth sunk hard into the soft skin, fighting back the moan that threatens to break loose. It shouldn't feel this good, he's barely started fucking you, yet your entire body feels like a live wire.
Your hands clench into fists where he holds them behind your back, nails digging into the heels of your palms as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. A sharp whine is punched from your throat against your will, his cock splitting you open wide. His left hand digs into the curve of your hip, bracing himself as he starts to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace.
âEddie, c'mon,â you say, desperate for him to fuck you fast, hard.
âHm?â he hums, snapping his hips against your ass in a punctuated thrust.
You curse, letting the side of your face rest on the hood of his van. There's a tantalizing, slow drag of his cock pulling back out, making your body feel like it's on fire. You can feel how wet you are, the slick warmth beginning to drip down your inner thighs. The slight humiliation of the way Eddie has you exposed and vulnerable, the way he has you in the palm of his hand, makes your head spin and your skin burn.
Unable to take his devious pace, you huff in frustration. âPlease, Eddie. Stop going so slow.â
His fingers squeeze, mean, into the meat of the junction where your hip meets your ass. âYou're just never satisfied, are you?â
âI'm not fucking playing, Eddie. Come on. Are you gonna fuck me good or what?â
His nostrils flare, though you donât see it. If you want to play this game, fine.
âYouâre gonna regret that attitude when you canât even walk during your shift tomorrow,â he snarls, bending his body over yours so that heâs speaking into your ear. âDonât be a bitch.â
And you hate it â god, you hate it. The way his words go straight to your cunt, the way your walls squeeze his cock in desperation.
You whine in spite of yourself, cheeks going hot when you hear a triumphant puff of air leave Eddieâs nose.
He lets go of your wrists, a dull ache lingering where his fingers had wrapped around them. Both hands free, he grips each of your hips, holding you steady. He pulls his thick cock almost completely out of your needy pussy, before ramming entirely back in. A sharp moan is forced from your lungs, your hands trying and failing to find good purchase against the smooth surface of his vanâs hood. Eddie gives you no time to adjust to his new tempo, falling into a quick pace seamlessly. Hands splayed flat on the metal, you prop yourself up on wobbly arms, your limbs feeling like goo.
Eddieâs a pro, his hips bucking against your ass with each deep stroke, the head of his cock pressing firmly into your sweet spot each time. This definitely isnât his first time, and as good as it feels, it makes you a little bit jealous to think of some other girl in your position. You want him wrapped around your finger, begging on his knees for you and only you.
âDamn, sweetheart, this pussy was fucking made for me,â Eddie purrs. âThink she's been craving my cock for a while,â he says, squeezing your hips harder, the chunky rings on his fingers pressing almost painfully into the soft skin.
You let out a strangled whine, your legs feeling like they're on fire as he fucks you into oblivion. It's taking everything you have to stay standing, and his vulgar words only make your knees more weak.
âCome on, baby, tell me,â he goes on, his voice dropping an octave, husky and raw. âTell me how long you've been waiting for this.â
Your teeth tug at your lip, embarrassed to reply. He's got you cornered, completely figured out, but admitting your secret desires for him is giving in to his ego.
He pulls his cock all the way out, the weeping tip nudging at your entrance. You whimper pitifully at the absence of him, and he tuts in disapproval.
âAh-ah,â he leans in close again, the heat of his body over yours making you feel like molten lava. âYou don't get what you want if you don't behave,â he speaks slowly, his hot breath on your ear. He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, taunting you. âTell me how long you've wanted me. How many nights you've spent with your fingers inside that poor, tight little cunt, wishing they were mine instead.â
You quiver at his command, your pussy throbbing for him as he continues to tease. You'd wanted him for far too long; moaned his name into the empty stillness of your bedroom on late lonely nights; fantasized about the softness of his mouth and the roughness of his hands; stared at him any chance you got at work when he wasn't looking. Or at least, you thought he wasn't looking.
You inhale shakily, Eddie's breathing audible behind you.
âI-I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long. Since I started working here, since before then-â you whine, your voice high-pitched and pleading, begging him to give you what you want now that you've relented.
âDo you think of me?â he coos. âWhen you touch this pretty pussy?â
âYes, Eddie. It's always you, always you,â you confess, gasping when he presses the head of his cock inside your aching walls.
âThatâs right, baby. No one else could make you feel this good.â He slowly fills you, the sticky glide of his cock as it nestles deep making your brows furrow and your eyes shut tight.
He stills once heâs fully inside again, your breathing shallow as you anticipate his movement. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, surprising you, but in an instant heâs drawn back, standing upright where you canât reach those plump lips you so badly long to kiss. Without warning he falls into a quick pace, fucking you harder than before, better than before, if at all possible.
âGod. Y'know, sweetheart,â he says, breaking the white noise of the night around you. âIt drove me fucking crazy how I could never get you out of my head. No matter what I did, couldn't stop thinking about you,â he continues, grunting with the effort of his thrusts. âYou have no idea how many times I jerked off to the thought of you,â he says, teeth gritted as he presses against your sweet spot. âSometimes I'd even come out here and do it on my breaks, just couldn't fucking handle being around you. I've been dying to have you, for so long.â
Your jaw goes slack at his words, a silent moan frozen as you process it. All along it hasnât just been you with a secret fantasy, no; heâs been right there with you the whole time. In another moment, a different scenario, you'd play back every too-long glance or lingering touch he'd given you in a different context, but right now he's making your head too fuzzy to think that hard.
âEddie-â you pant, unable to continue. Words swirl in your brain but fail to form a coherent sentence, and you can only hope he's possessed a sudden ability to read your mind. That he can detect how much his words are affecting you.
You're soaking his cock, making each thrust slippery and smooth. You can hear the sick sounds of his balls slapping against your skin, your cunt squelching each time his cock fucks entirely into you.
âI'm, I'm gonna-â you stammer, voice shaky as you teeter on the edge.
âCum for me, sweetheart. I've been waiting so long for it,â he commands, his voice a low rumble.
His movements don't falter, fucking you even as your legs shake and your walls clench hard around him, over and over. Your cries are incessant, moans and curses of his name into the black hole of twilight that surrounds you. His movements grow sloppier, his previous precision dwindling. Your body grows overstimulated quickly, each drag of his cock setting your insides ablaze.
âShit, where do you want me to cum?â he asks, sounding nothing like he did before. An almost nervous edge to his tone, his cocky facade crumbling.
âInside, Eddie, inside,â you rush out, your mouth parting in a gasp when he instantly spills inside of you; not a moment of hesitation.
His cock twitches, a quiet, drawn-out groan leaving his lips. His thrusts slow to an exhausted halt, his breathing ragged with effort.
Your surroundings seem to blur at the edges as you come back to some semblance of reality. He pulls out slowly, your cunt tightening once as if in attempt to keep him inside forever. You don't speak, too afraid that if you do, the whole moment will shatter. That everything he had said would turn out to be a lie, that this was all some joke, something he could hold over your head for the rest of forever.
You stand up straight, your back still towards him, bending to pull your pants back up. You hear him do the same, heavy breaths puffing out of his nose.
âYou okay?â he asks finally, waiting for you to look at him, to speak, anything.
You take a shaky breath, relaxing yourself. âThat depends,â you reply, turning to face him. You try your best to sound collected, unsure of how well you're really doing after the way he just ruined you.
âOn?â He quirks a brow.
âWhether or not you were telling the truth. When- when you said you've been wanting me all this time.â Your voice comes out far breathier than you'd wanted, but you hold your ground, your face emotionless as you await his response.
Eddie's brows shoot up momentarily before softening, an expression you don't see on him often.
âSweetheart,â he purrs, a hand reaching out to grab your waist, pulling you up against him, chest to chest. Your heart pounds and you wonder if he can feel it. âYou have me in the palm of your hand,â he murmurs, leaning down to speak right into your ear. âI was just too much of a bitch to admit it.â
Goosebumps raise on your skin, your lips parting in a pleasant surprise at his statement. He draws back, deep brown eyes meeting yours.
âWell,â you say, still shaky. âI'm glad we got this sorted out, then.â
Eddie laughs, big and boisterous, so unlike that mean one he'd used before. It makes your heart swell, you want to reach out and grab his face, kiss him till he's breathless and reeling.
âGuess we could both stand to stop being so stubborn, huh?â he asks, tilting his head to the side with a cheeky grin.
âMe? Stubborn? I'm not sure what you're talking about, Munson.â
His eyes narrow, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. âI could go for round two right now, baby. Donât test me.â
You crack, breaking into a laugh. âIâd actually really like to be able to walk during my shift tomorrow, and my chances of that are already slim, so can I take a rain check?â
He snorts, a playful roll of his eyes accompanying it. âSure. A rain check. Just let me know when and where.â
âPreferably not in this parking lot.â
âNoted.â
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what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac ă ă ă?
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chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelingsâ so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. heâs definitely having you get more of these.
đINHO
minhoâs immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because youâre very persuasive when youâre pouting. heâll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as heâs knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didnât feel a thing, as heâs lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. heâs completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.
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changbin always finds some way to derail your plans⊠you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding thingsâ your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phoneâs speaker and making your pussy throb. âi need you so bad,â he whimpers, his hand speeding up, âneed your pussy so badâŠâ detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; âbinnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?â âum⊠maybe?â
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the candies were his idea, actuallyâ he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldnât even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them⊠but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each otherâs clothes til you were both bare in eachotherâs arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of itâs tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for releaseâ he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. youâre his favorite work of art, and he just canât get enough of showing it off.
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NSFW Alphabet - Logan Howlett Edition
Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader Warnings: AFAB pronouns, breeding mention, pet names, bodily fluids, p in v actions, no protection, overall horniness, 18+ MDNI. Author's Note: This man is renting space in my synapses, send help.
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
He is so gentle with you, it almost makes you feel like youâre made out of glass. He prefers to hold you close once youâre thoroughly satisfied, enjoying how your body folds into him to be as close as possible.
If you ask him for water and snacks heâs gone within the second, bringing you whatever you need, and then immediately putting you back on his lap so he can feed you. Donât argue with him on this, he wonât take no for an answer.
You collapse against the sheets with a sigh, legs still shaky from Loganâs excellent bedside service. Youâre practically boneless when he pulls you onto his chest, the dark hair tickling your cheek as he cages you in his embrace.
âLogan, Iâm sweatyââ
âDo I look like I give a damn princess?â He grumbles, his hands reaching down to smooth over your hair. âJust let me take care of you, alright?â
Your whining is just for show and he knows this, a small part of you feeling guilty because he always treats you with such respect. Heâs not sure what kind of assholes youâve been dating before but heâs damn certain heâll be the one to teach you how you should be treated.
You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his large hands running down your back. His voice cuts through the silence, far more gentle than youâre used to.Â
âNeed anything else doll?â He asks, to which you shake your head.Â
No, tonight you just need him.Â
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Heâs an all around man, asking him that is like asking a man to choose between air and food to survive.
He loves playing with your tits, loves biting at the swell of your breasts before sucking on them, loves burying his face in the valley of themâ
He loves using your thighs as an anchor when he eats your pussy, rolling his eyes when they squeeze around his headâ
He loves the sight of your ass bouncing back when he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your combined hips ringing loudly in his headâ
He really just loves you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It only took one time for him to be utterly addicted to your pussy. He refuses to cum anywhere that isnât inside you at least once, just the sight of it falling from your abuser cunt has him going back for seconds. The sloppy sound of your juices and his cum as he thrusts into you is like asmr.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Masochist to the extreme. You kind of had a feeling with the way he shrugs off pain but you didnât know how bad it was until you scratched him just a bit too hard while getting your guts rearranged.Â
Your nails dig into the meat of his arms, a deep-seated groan erupting from the back of his throat at the feeling. Immediately you look down to see the angry red marks left behind that heal within seconds, an apology on your lips interrupted by his voice growling in your ear.
âDo that again.â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
The man is over two hundred years old, he lays down pipe like a master plumber. Knows all your spots better than you do, knows exactly what gets you going because he can practically taste the arousal in the air. Those senses of his are no joke.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary so he can see your face, doggystyle so he can fuck a hole into the mattress and breed you.Â
Prefers missionary normally if only for the fact that when he puts even half his full weight on your body youâre forced to lie there and take it, unable to so much as squirm while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Enjoys doggy when the beast inside needs to scratch a particular itch that only seeing you ass up with cum dripping down your thighs can reach.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
A wholesome 50/50 of being love-struck and horny, he has his moments of laughter but theyâre almost always immediately followed by pure lust. Youâd think heâd be super serious all the time but heâs surprisingly gentle. He prefers to watch you enjoy yourself, heâs much more of a service top in that regard.
Want him to eat you out until youâre pushing his head away? Want him to fuck you nice and slow, keeping you right on the edge? Whatever your flavor is, heâs down for a taste.
Thatâs not to say he doesnât have his rough moments as well. Itâs very easy for him to lose himself so he tries not to go overboard for your safety, but if you ask him to let loose heâs not going easy on you. Just remember when you wake up unable to walk that you asked for this.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Not groomed at all, just an overall hairy man. Heâs got the prettiest happy trail from his navel to his dick that makes his eyes roll when you drag your nails across it. If it made you uncomfortable heâd make an effort to trim.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate, wants you to know just how much you mean to him. Even when heâs being rough with you he makes sure that your comfort is priority. Talks you through it.
Youâre face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm, pussy practically drooling for him as your slick dribbles down the plushness of them.
Itâs a sight that Logan could never get tired of.Â
His fingers rub soothing circles around your sensitive clit, gathering your wetness between two fingers and listening to your breath hitch when he replaces them with his cock, lightly prodding at your entrance.
âHow we feelinâ princess?â He asks, coating his length with your juices.Â
You mumble praise into the pillow, and sure he can hear it with his enhanced senses, but thatâs not the pointâhe wants you loud and clear.
Gently he lifts you off the bed, a strong arm around your waist as he rocks himself between your swollen folds, lips trailing at your ear as your head rolls back.
âCome on doll, I need to be able to hear you,â he breathes. âTell me what you want.â
Your hands grab at his arm, a desperate whine on your lips. âFuck me, please.â
His chuckle reverberates in your ear. âThatâs my girl.â
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
When he was younger and still learning how to fight his animal instincts, absolutely. Nowadays he doesnât really think about it, but occasionally Logan will struggle with keeping his thoughts off of you, especially when youâre wearing something nice and he doesnât have the time to drag you back to the bedroom.Â
Heâd prefer if you were the one touching him, but his hand will do for now, if at the very least to hold him over until you get home.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise - Like mentioned before, adores talking you through it. Favorite nicknames for you are princess, baby, and sweetheart, and his voice in your ear is like heaven.
Pain Kink - BIG masochist. Use him like a scratching post, he loves it. Heâll never admit it but if you bite his lip hard enough to bleed heâll moan like a whore.
Primal Play - Come on now, the man is an animal at the best of times and downright feral at the worst. This extends beyond the bedroom too, heâs very protective of his mate girlfriend and would move mountains for her.
Breeding - This is an extension of his primal play, he adores filling you up with his cum, whether or not you get pregnant. Something about the sight of it just screams at him like a claim that only he can give you. Itâs his cum that paints your pussy, and no one else gets to have that honor.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Ideally the bedroom but heâs one of those people that couldnât care less, if he wants you he wants you. Itâs going to be up to you to be the voice of reason, and if that fails? Better learn to keep your volume down.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Domestic acts, making him feel like a normal man rather than the weapon the world wants him to be.Â
Making him breakfast? His hands are playing with your hips the whole time, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of your neck, swaying to the imaginary rhythm he sets. Cleaning the countertops? He drapes his wide frame across your back, pinning you to the cold granite while he tells you how good your ass looks in your pants, heavy hands making it known just how much he appreciates your attire. Bring him breakfast in bed in nothing but an apron? Heâs pulling you into the sheets and not letting you go until youâre screaming his name.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
As much as a masochist he is, the last thing heâd ever do is hurt you. The most you could ever convince him to do is manhandling you or spanking, but the moment he senses anything but enjoyment heâs on his knees apologizing.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Yâall remember what Doja Cat said about big noses?Â
If he passes out between your legs heâll die smiling, if he makes you pass out then heâs never going to let you hear the end of it. Very likely to overstimulate you until youâre pushing him off you, only to pin your hips down and keep on going. Enjoys palming your thighs and burying his face as far into your pussy as he can, his philosophy is if you can still speak heâs not doing well enough.
As for him, he becomes so submissive when you suck him off. Itâs the only time heâs guaranteed to let you take the reins, he prefers watching you work rather than taking over. Tucks your hair back, strokes your head, whispers how good you make him feel and how your mouth feels like heaven. When he cums heâll ask you to open your mouth before swallowing and the sight of your cum-stained lips gets him hard like nothing else.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Normally very sensual, can easily change with the drop of a hat. Long, deep strokes that reach all the right places and make you see stars. Massive service top vibes, one of those lovers that always knows what you need at the moment (he totally canât hear your heart pounding in your chest, no sir.)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes, and proud to admit it too. Always promises that heâll be quick, but it never is. He canât help it, yâknow? You make him feel too good.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes, but the catch is you have to tell him. You can throw him every hint in the world but he wonât so much as touch you until you use your words. Logan likes hearing how desperate you are, heâs a bit mean like that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Why would you ever bother asking that? His limit is when you decide to tap out, if even that.Â
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Didnât really understand and thought you were insulting him at first by offering to use toys in the bedroom. It wasnât until you gave him a show that he realized just how much he was missing before.
If anything, he doesnât feel the need to use them on you, but loves watching you use them on yourself.
The small toy buzzes in your hand, the sound of it ringing loudly in the four walls you call a bedroom. Soft sighs accentuated by needy whines, baby pink sheets snaking around your soft thighs, the muffled sounds of your moans when you bite your lipâ
âFuckinâ Christ,â Logan says, mesmerized at the view, eyes glued to where the vibrator meets your swollen clit. He palms at the tent in his jeans, cock twitching when your back arches off the bed with a cry of his name.
He can fucking smell itâyour arousal, your needâit makes him drunk, intoxicated off your pleasure. It makes his throat go dry, makes him want to crawl over you and keep you locked beneath him, greedily wringing out every last bit of it.
Your voice cuts through the fog of carnality, a gentle distraction from the beast that threatens to break loose with every passing second.
âEnjoying the view?â
He can only bring himself to nod.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Heâs such a fucking tease itâs unreal, but heâs also very impatient. It leads to moments where youâve been edged for so long that tears are brimming your eyes, and when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes he canât bring himself to hold off any longer, all previous plans discarded in favor of folding you in half and exposing your puffy cunt to his hungry gaze.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He gets louder and louder the longer you go on as his animal side overpowers him. Heâs no stranger to noise but when heâs deep inside you he canât help but resort to grunts and growls of your name, makes it known just how good you feel wrapped around his cock.
I personally like the idea that because of his mutation he follows mating rituals like real wolverines do, so if youâre into that heâs extra loud during mating season, to the point that he has to bury his face into your neck or else the whole building will hear him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Likes it when you wear his clothes because they smell like you afterward. Encourages you to do so, and maybe hides your shirts during laundry day as an excuse (but heâll never admit it.) When youâre not around heâll even hold the fabric to his nose and take a deep inhale, imagining it was you.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
As mentioned before, an overall hairy man. Strong muscles with a healthy layer of fat, likes to laugh at you when you bury your face between his tits because theyâre nice and soft.
When it comes to his dick he leaves nothing to be desiredâitâs heavy, like real heavy. Nice and girthy with a fat tip that makes your breath catch in your chest every time he glides it in, the slap of his balls against your ass soon following suit. A nice pretty pink with a couple of veins running throughout.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Always when heâs around you, but trained enough to know thereâs a time and place. If he had his way youâd never leave his house, but thatâs also his protective nature talking.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Likes watch you fall asleep first to make sure youâre safe and soundâa bit paranoid and overprotective in that sense, but he canât really help it. Youâre the best thing thatâs happened to him, so it calms him down to know that youâre not going anywhere. Once heâs sure youâre alright heâll go to sleep, preferably with you on his chest.
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Gojo cumming in his pants just from eating you outđ€€ I just know that man enjoys eating pussy soo much
ok so reqs aren't open or anything and i know this isn't really one but i just agreed so heavily with you that i had to write something about this <3 (fun fact, i almost wrote 'bad romance' gojo doing this!) thanks for your ask btw !! i love when you guys interact :3
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Everything is sensitive, skin on fire, body jerking from the relentless way Gojo continuously licks at your messy cunt. Words lost on you and barely able to breathe properly, so far gone itâs almost embarrassing how your attempts to speak cut off into broken whines.
Heâs been between your legs for what feels like hours now, never stopping his movements, his own sounds vibrating against your pussy. Not even bothering to hide just how in love with your cunt he is, drinking down your slick with such obscene slurping sounds.
Tongue insistently pushing into your hole over and over, nose rubbing against your clit, fighting the urge to roll his eyes back, wanting to watch you more than anything. Relishing in how you twitch and moan for him, your head tipped, back arched. Thighs shaking beside his head, attempting to pull back only to find resistance with how heâs holding you still.
Looking down at him, hoping to convey something to him, anything, just something coherent but everything leaves your mind when you meet his eyes. Dark and lidded, wet and glazed over, so completely drunk on you and all heâs done is lap at your pussy.
So lazy and fucked out when he looks back at you that youâd think heâs been balls deep in you, not just tongue fucking you crazy. This is the only time heâs ever quiet and even then heâs whimpering into your cunt, against his own will, not that he minds, getting off to the way you clench around his tongue when he whines at you.
So focused on how you taste, on how you smell, to really even care about his painfully erect cock rutting into the bed below. Not stopping, even when heâs already cum in his pants from licking your gooey cunt, all too happy to stay between your legs for as long as youâll allow.
His dick twitches with his excitement when he takes notice of just how close youâre getting, your thighs closing in around his head, your whines hitting a higher pitch, he feels like he might pass out when he feels the way you tug on his hair and rut up into his face.
Barely fighting the fucked out and lazy smile on his face with just how fucking ecstatic he is to be blatantly used by you. Always loving when you get like this, so far gone that you stop holding back, only seeking your own pleasure, using him how you need.
Youâre cumming hard on his face, for the umpteenth time, body shaking and eyes rolling, moans loud and unabashed. Gojo canât fucking taking it, pathetic cock jerking as he cums in his pants for the second time tonight, hips twitching into the mattress, seeking a small amount of friction.
His own moans loud but muffled, still so intent on fucking you with his tongue properly, letting you ride out your high but also obsessed with your cunt in an absolutely selfish way. When you push at his head is the only time he starts relenting, and even then, heâs whining in disappointment.
He moves up your body to smile down at you, âFeeling good?â
âMhm,â you nod lazily, âJus gimmie a moment andâŠâ Slurred words trailing off when you look down to see the front of his pants dark and sticky, his cum leaking into them.
Not even a little bit ashamed when he smiles back at you, âHmm? Youâre okay for more? In that caseâŠâ
He goes to settle back between your legs only to have you flailing to stop him, laughing out protests. He leaves your poor pussy alone after that but when he takes his pants off, the view of his pitiful, leaky cock, covered in his own cum is a sight youâre sure you wonât forget any time soon.
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a kindness you can't afford (joel miller x f!reader) 18+
kofi | a/n this is a sequel to my fic 'to freeze or to thaw', it's mainly just a lot of filth cause that's all my brain can handle at the moment lmao. pls be sure to check the warnings before reading & i hope you enjoy đ also shoutout to the incredible @toxicanonymity whose joel/reader/tommy fics inspired me to get tommy involved here. would highly recommend her fics stuffing & sweet little mess for a similar vibe. summary: there are no limits to how or when joel plays with his special girl. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: dark!joel, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, big unspecified age gap (reader is of legal age), unprotected p in v sex, creampies, free use, somnophilia, cockwarming, squirting, light pussy slapping, size kink (joel's dick is huge), tummy bulge, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names (use of 'little one'), finger sucking, exhibitionism, mentions of pregnancy (but no risk), lil bit of tommy x reader teasing đ(if you don't like tommy x reader then you prob won't like this) word count: 4.1k
He's so kind.
You've never known kindness like this before; never known the soothing whispers and gentle praises, the calming touches, the satisfying taste of homemade soup on your tongue, the comfort of a roaring fire, made just for you. You've never known the warm embrace of a much older man, the strong arms and solid chest, greying hair and sharp scruff, soft belly and thick cock. You'd spent most of your life in a frightening QZ, the past few years in a cold and unforgiving forest, and now - the warm safety of a cabin.
Woken by the gentle caress of two fingers against your forehead, pushing your hair back gently, a kiss to your bare shoulder, the heat of his solid form behind you, and the press of his hot tip to your soft opening. He doesn't ask, but he doesn't need to.
He pushes inside and you hum sleepily, drifting in and out a little as he feeds you the rest of his cock in one slow movement. Your eyes flutter but you keep them closed, nuzzling against the fluff of your pillow as he pulls you in and presses his body to yours, the hair along his torso tickling the sensitive skin of your back as the throbbing tip of his cock kisses that special spot in your tummy. He's so big inside you, taking up so much space in your body that it's mind numbing.
"Go back to sleep," he murmurs, pulling more hair away from your face and trailing his fingers along your cheek soothingly. His big cock twitches inside you, but he doesn't move, stays still as he waits for you to drift back into unconsciousness.
And you do. But not for long.
You're woken what you're sure must only be a few moments later to the feeling of his cock throbbing within the furthest parts of you, pulsing thick spurts of cum deep inside your body as he holds you tight and groans raggedly in your ear. His fingers are suddenly working furiously against your clit, circling and rubbing and pressing and making you cry out sleepily into the dark cabin. With barely any awareness, you feel the hot coil in your lower belly snap - and you're gushing. You feel him tug his cock out of you at just the right moment, just as a steady stream of liquid makes it's way past your freshly fucked hole, and you squeal.
"Shhh, baby," he soothes, but you can hear the smile in his voice as he watches your juices stain the dark wooden floorboards, watches it drip down into the blankets and soak the cotton, "Shh, I know, I know."
You whimper and squeeze your fists together, releasing another stream of liquid as your eyes roll back. An unintelligible string of words slip past your lips, slurred and broken, almost like you're speaking another language. He pulls you in and hushes you again, presses a finger to your lips as you convulse beside him in the bed.
"That's enough now," he murmurs softly, kissing your cheek and still rubbing your clit, pushing for more, "That's enough, little one. Go back to sleep."
He says this to you as if you can even control your sounds, your movements, as if your pussy continuing to gush isn't a result of his own actions, but he already knows this. He enjoys it, likes watching you fight to regain proper consciousness again after you squirt, likes watching you try to stop it from happening. And god, does he love to make it happen.
"Can't, daddy," you mumble, voice thick with sleep and pleasure, brows furrowed as you open your eyes to look down and see where he's still circling, "Can't stop wh-when you rub it like that."
You feel him press a kiss to your ear, watch him pull his fingers back from your pussy and slap them down lightly, then again, then twice more in succession. Another small gush of liquid spurts from your hole after the fourth slap, and he chuckles.
"Sleep," he whispers, slowing his movements, "I'll stop now, promise."
So you do, and he does - not before slipping his wet fingers past your lips for you to gently suck as you drift. You vaguely hear him murmur Daddy's perfect girl before you're lost to the world again.
You dream of him, as you always do.
--
He learned very early on that you could squirt. It wasn't even something you were aware of yourself - how could you be? It's not like you'd had many sexual encounters before this, none of them ever worthwhile anyway, and you'd never had it happen to you on your own either. But it's somehow easy for Joel to make it happen, once he knows he can, so easy that now it's one of his favorite things to do when he plays with you.
The first time, you'd been more than surprised - and very confused. You'd been spread out naked between Joel's clothed legs, back against his chest while four of his thick fingers pumped deep inside of you, thumb tapping your clit. He'd crooked them, curved his fingertips in the slightest way - and suddenly there had been a gush of heat, a heavy stream of release. You'd thought you'd done something else, something that had your cheeks warming and embarrassment flooding through your body as you twitched and cried in his arms. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was an accident.
He'd hushed you softly, kissed your lips tenderly and explained to you what it actually was.
"You're such a good girl," he'd praised, carefully easing your head into his lap and threading his fingers through your hair, eyes peering down at where your legs lay open, pussy still dripping, "Such a good girl with the sweetest little pussy, baby. Squirtin' just for me, just for her daddy, huh?"
You'd closed your eyes and let him hold you, soothe you, relax you. I know, little one. Did such a good job. M'so prouda you. Then he'd unzipped his jeans and fed his heavy cock into your mouth, let you suck on his leaking tip quietly for a few moments before he came down your throat with a long sigh, still stroking your hair. After you'd swallowed every drop, opened your mouth wide and showed him your clean tongue, he'd bundled you up and disappeared from the tent to make you dinner, off to fulfill that never-ending kindness and care he'd promised from the beginning. It had only been about a week since that first night where he'd first come into your tent, and you were already settling into the role of his special girl and doing it quite happily.
He'd made you squirt again later that night, had you shaking in his arms and gushing around his cock and close to tears, not because you were afraid or in pain but because it just felt so good. A relief, a release, a moment of bliss, all because of him. Your pussy had pushed his cock out of you with the pressure of your release, and you'd fallen back against him, sleepy and sated.
"Daddy," you'd whined, overstimulated and exhausted as he'd slipped his dick back inside your dripping heat, "Daddy, m'gonna fall asleep."
"That's okay, baby," he'd whispered, fucking into you slow with no plans of stopping, cock bulging in your trembling belly, "You can go to sleep."
You'd woken again a little later, warm in his arms, globs of cum drooling from your opening. You'd whimpered softly, reached down and touched where you were leaking, and - without even really thinking about it - gathered what he'd left there and pushed it back inside yourself before drifting back to sleep, safe against his chest.
--
The cabin you reside in is only temporary, though you wish you could stay longer. The group came across it in the early hours of yesterday morning, and you've spent most of that time naked in one of its four beds, sleepy and content among the warm sheets. It's been so long since you felt the comfort of a real bed, a soft mattress and thick blankets, and from the moment you passed the threshold Joel was adamant that you spend as much time in it as possible.
He's so kind.
He's been planning something with the others, an upcoming raid, a plan of attack, but you don't pay much attention to those things. When it all goes down, Joel has assured you that you won't be anywhere near the carnage, still safe and warm in the cabin until his return.
"Need you safe, little one," he'd told you softly last night, fingers scratching soothingly across your bare back, "Can't have anythin' happenin' to you." He'd kissed you tenderly, whiskers tickling your lips and making you giggle. "You'll stay here with Tommy, he'll take care o' you."
"Tommy?" you'd asked curiously, unsure which member of the group he was referring to.
"My number two." He'd brushed his nose against yours, touching his index finger to your bottom lip and tugging gently, "Don't worry, baby. I trust him."
"Okay, Daddy."
You can hear his muffled voice now through the door of your room, though you can't make out what he's saying. He's addressing the group, going over plans, but you're sleepy and have been in and out of consciousness for most of the afternoon, lost in the comfort of your warm bed. It's only when you hear someone say the girl, that your ears prick up, brows furrowing as soon as you realize they're talking about you.
Only seconds later there's a light tap on your door and you sit up in bed, gathering the sheets around yourself as it opens. You peer wide eyed at one of the other men of the group, standing there with a hand on his hip and his head tilted charmingly to the side. He's very handsome, dark haired and mustached and from what you've seen, always pretty well put together. You think this one is Tommy, the number two, but you're still not entirely sure.
"Your daddy needs you, sweetheart," he says calmly, though his eyes tell a different story - he looks at you hungrily, like they all do, gaze going glassy and dark. "He asked me to help you get dressed."
"Oh," you whisper, nodding slowly, "Okay." Knowing it's what Joel wants, you let the sheets drop, and now the man you think is Tommy can see that you're completely naked on the bed, exposed and soft. It's nothing new or alarming - Joel has not been discreet when it comes to your relationship, and you're no stranger to the men taking peeks at you, peering inside your tent when Joel's not there, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as you pretend to be asleep.
You watch as this man's eyes fall to your pussy, and you can't explain why it throbs beneath his gaze.
"He just wants you in a dress," he murmurs, leaning down and assessing the few garments folded near the bed that make up your incredibly simple wardrobe; two dresses, two shirts, one pair of jeans. He picks the warmer dress, the blue one with long sleeves, which you greatly appreciate; the cabin may be warm, but it's still the middle of winter.
He approaches the bed with a smile, unfolding the dress.
"Arms up, sweetheart," he says softly, and you obey. You wait for him to help guide your arms and head through but he doesn't, instead opting to stand there for a moment just looking at you. His eyes are glued to your breasts, smile still curving his lips as he reaches out and very gently strokes the side of one with his knuckle. You shiver.
"You're so pretty, honey," he murmurs, trailing his finger up and down slowly, just shy of your nipple, "You know that?"
You nod slowly, eyes hooded and arms still extended, "I- I think so."
His thumb finds your nipple and rubs it gently, bringing it to life under his fingertips. "Your daddy's been takin' real good care of ya, hasn't he?" he asks quietly, circling the hardening nub, "In a lotta ways."
You nod again, aware of a slow trickle of warmth beginning to pool between your legs, and unsure whether what's happening right now is something Joel would want. "Y-yeah."
"Heard him fuckin' you to sleep last night," he breathes, and the words send another throb to your pussy, "He was all up in your guts, wasn't he?" His hand suddenly moves from your breast to your bare tummy, and he palms the soft skin there delicately, "Right here?" You nod again and he smiles.
"You make the prettiest little sounds when you're gettin' fucked like that, babygirl."
His praises send tingles up and down your spine like Joel's do, as well as a blooming warmth to your cheeks. "Thank you," you whisper, unsure what else to say to such a statement.
"You're welcome, sweetheart." As he says it, the fingers on your stomach trail downward a little bit to rest on your mound. He strokes the skin there gently, thumb dipping low to brush against your outer lips. "Soft little pussy," he murmurs, smiling kindly at you again, "You like havin' this all filled up, honey?"
You nod again, still unsure the point of his questioning, of his touches, but also not really wanting him to stop. A quiet whimper slips past your lips when you feel the tip of his thumb lightly brush past your clit and prod very gently against your hole. There's no way he doesn't feel the sudden wetness there, the slow drip of stickiness and the warmth of your arousal, as well the faint remnants of Joel's cum still leaking from where he'd fucked you a few hours ago - he hums quietly, unsurprised.
"Yeah, you like bein' full," he breathes, that dark glint returning to his gaze as his thumb just barely pushes inside, "Y'like bein' used."
It's not a question, but you nod anyway.
He suddenly removes his hand from your pussy and finally helps you with your dress, pulling it down over your arms and shoulders and helping you stand on wobbly legs. With another kind smile, he brings his hand up and gently brushes your cheek.
"So pretty, babygirl" he repeats quietly, "Like a little angel, ain't ya?" He suddenly presses his thumb gently against your mouth, lightly prodding for entrance, and without much thought you allow him to slip it inside; it tastes like your arousal. Eyes sleepy and pussy throbbing, you suck on his thumb obediently, as if it's just second nature to do so.
"Christ," he mutters, watching your lips as you suckle around his thick thumb, "Now that's a good girl."
"Tommy!" Joel's voice from the other room suddenly shouts, and the man who you now know for sure to be Tommy - the man who Joel is planning on leaving you with during the raid - quickly pulls his thumb from your wet mouth.
"Come on, sweetheart," he says, smiling crookedly, "Let's go see what your daddy wants."
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There are five other men in Joel's group, from what you've gathered, including Tommy. Four of whom currently stand in a half circle in the front room of the cabin, arms crossed, boots tapping, attention directed at Joel who sits in a dusty armchair in the corner of the room. They all turn to look at you when the bedroom door opens, and watch with those familiar glazed expressions as Tommy brings you to their leader.
Joel's serious expression grows soft when he sees you, a small smile gracing his lined face. He peers at you, crooks his fingers. Without needing to be asked, Tommy carefully hoists you up into Joel's lap. His thumbs linger for a moment on your waist, a small stroke so quick you're not sure Joel notices - you're not sure you want him to - and then he's pulling away to stand beside the chair, asserting the role of number two.
It only takes a few seconds for you to realize that Joel's cock is out, hidden beneath the thick cotton of his jacket, out of sight. With no hesitation you wrap your arms around his neck and open your legs, laying your face against his shoulder and sighing contentedly when you feel his tip notch at your wet entrance. Not fully hard yet, he pushes inside carefully, subtly, and you ease yourself down just as quietly to sheathe him inside of you. You close your eyes and nuzzle into the warmth of his coat, already feeling the soft weight of him begin to stiffen.
You've done this before. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed, in over his head, needing to be grounded, he likes to have you sit on it. The first time it happened you weren't sure how to feel, self conscious with the other members of the group staring and knowing that you were full of him, soft whimpers escaping your mouth with every small movement or jostle. It's okay, little one, Joel had whispered, barely audible, you just focus on me.
Now, it's second nature. You can feel their eyes on your back and you know they can tell what's happening beneath Joel's coat. But now you find that you don't really care.
He starts talking then, continues whatever it was he was discussing before you left the bedroom. It becomes white noise almost immediately, your eyelashes fluttering as you bury your face further into his shoulder and focus on the feeling of his thick cock growing large inside of you. You love the way it stretches you, pushes, begins to prod up and against your cervix. It pulses and twitches within your walls and you squeeze down on him tighter, mewling a little without really meaning to.
At your noise you suddenly hear a soft chuckle from directly beside the armchair. You open your eyes halfway, looking up sleepily at Tommy who's still standing to your left. He smiles at you like he did before, a twinkle in his eye, and then winks. He obviously knows what's going on - standing so close, there's no way he didn't see you settle onto Joel's cock.
You peer back at him, blinking your eyes slowly and tightening your arms around Joel's neck. He tilts his head, and you suddenly let a smile turn up the corners of your lips. Look Tommy, you almost want to whisper, he's all up in my guts, like you said. You're not sure why you feel so unbothered under Tommy's gaze, why you don't yearn for him to look away like the others and for him to pretend it's not happening. There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can't explain, that you don't want to explain.
You stay settled like that on Joel's cock for about fifteen minutes, letting the deep voices of the men around you fade into the background. You close your eyes again but you can still feel Tommy's eyes on you, watching, assessing. Every now and then Joel carefully adjusts you, driving himself a little deeper each time, sending tiny bursts of pleasure throughout your body as your pussy leaks around the intrusion. If Tommy were to lift you up again you know there'd be a dark spot at the front of your dress, a trail of slick on Joel's coat.
One particular adjustment moves the edge of the lining of Joel's coat between your folds, coming to rub against your clit, and without any warning you feel yourself start to come. Your soft cry interrupts the voices of the group, a hush of silence suddenly blanketing the room as you tighten around Joel's cock and gush around him, shaking in his embrace. His arms come up to hold you close, rubbing your back soothingly.
You look up at Tommy again and find that his eyes are hooded as he watches you, lips parted and brow furrowed with what can only be arousal as he watches you fall apart on another man's cock.
"Christ," you hear one of the men murmur, and you feel heat flush your cheeks and ears, the self consciousness returning in full swing as you come down from your orgasm, burying your face in Joel's coat once again.
"Not a fuckin' word, Perry" Joel states, voice firm.
The conversation continues like nothing happened, and you try to let the sudden embarrassment you feel dissipate as much as possible despite still being impaled on Joel's length. You nuzzle against the warmth of his neck, sighing and trying to get your breathing back to normal. Your cunt continues to spasm around him in small twitches, aftershocks, soft whimpers still falling from your lips unconsciously. It doesn't take long for the sounds and sensations to set him off, and there's another lull in the discussion as Joel tenses underneath you and starts to come.
"Oh for fuck's sake," you hear the same voice from before mutter, but his commentary is suddenly lost beneath a soft groan from Joel as his cock twitches inside you. It pulses warmly, thick bursts of cum painting your insides. You gasp softly and squeeze your thighs against his, letting him fill you up in slow and steady spurts, claiming you. Daddy's special girl.
There's a moment of silence, a deep sigh from Joel, and you wait with the rest of the group for him to speak.
"You wanna say that again?" he finally says, voice gruffer this time but stern and serious, as if he didn't just come inside you in front of a room full of his men, "Huh, Perry? You wanna fuckin' say that again?"
Another beat of silence. Then-
"I'm just sayin'," the man named Perry grumbles somewhere behind you, "Aren't you worried you're gonna get her pregnant? I mean, Jesus Christ, Joel, we don't need another fuckin' mouth to feed."
The words send a shockwave through your body, eyes widening.
"And where the fuck do you get off tellin' me what I can and can't do?" Joel asks angrily. His body has gone stiff beneath you but you think you've gone equally as stiff against him, Perry's words suddenly circling over and over again throughout your mind.
Pregnant? Could you be pregnant?
"I don't know if y'all remember," Joel says coldly, "but back in my day there was a little thing called a fuckin' vasectomy. Need me to explain it?"
"Oh, fuck off, Miller."
You suddenly find yourself peering upwards again at Tommy, eyes still wide as Joel and Perry start to have a go at each other. He looks at you once, brows scrunching together when he sees the sudden look of shock in your expression, the confusion, the fear.
"We've all been thinkin' it," Perry is saying, voice slightly shaky in his anger, "It's a valid fuckin' concern."
"Well now it ain't a concern at all," Tommy suddenly jumps in, hands clenching into fists at his sides, "She ain't gettin' pregnant, he's shootin' blanks."
His protectiveness sends another confusing feeling of warmth to that pit in your stomach. Your heart is pounding as you continue to peer up at him, eyes still wide, and he shoots you a soft look of reassurance before turning his attention back to Joel.
"Don't know why you had to have her in the fuckin' first place," Perry spits, "She's just some fuckin' girl. And now we gotta stand around and watch you fuck her all the time? It's fuckin' sick."
Joel stands suddenly, almost like he's forgotten you're sitting in his lap, jostling you to the side as his cock slips out of you. You take a step backwards, finding yourself bumping into Tommy's solid form as Joel zips up his jeans and tilts his head from side to side, bones cracking loudly in the tense room. You can finally see this Perry now, a much younger man with dark hair, standing a few feet away. He's thin, almost gaunt looking.
Joel could kill him so easily if he wanted to.
But he doesn't. Instead, he reaches down and takes your hand, pulls you away from the group and back toward the cabin bedroom. He mutters something under his breath to Tommy in passing, something you can't make out, and as he ushers you inside the room you hear the heavy shuffling of boots as the men are lead back out into the snow.
--
He explains to you what a vasectomy is.
You breathe a sigh of relief.
Wrapped up in warm bedsheets again, you close your eyes and nuzzle against his chest, letting his large form crowd and comfort you, his arms firm around your waist. You can feel his cum starting to drip from you under your dress, making a mess of your thighs.
"I don't like the way he talked to you, daddy," you whisper like it's a secret, voice hushed and muffled against his coat, "I didn't like it at all."
He sighs, pulls you in closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll take care of it, little one," he murmurs softly, a sense of finality in his quiet words, "Don't you worry your pretty little head."
He's so kind.
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