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lixies-favorite-cookie · 9 months ago

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an ocean in a world full of puddles ◦ Chapter 1

-After being brushed off by Chan once again, you are stuck waiting in the lounge room for him to arrive. What are you going to do when it isn't Chan that arrives, but instead Felix? And it feels like you've known him for years."

words ◦ 5k

genre ◦ series, angst, fluff, the beginning of a wild ride

warnings ◦ chan is painted in sort of a negative light because he is always busy, felix is sort of shy around you at first, but lowkey flirty near the end as he starts to get more comfertable, theres a lot of fucks in this, i keep calling yall im dumb im sorry, fem!reader, felix calls her a lady once,

a/n ◦ The strikeouts are intentional to show how chaotic the reader's mind is and how she feels like her emotions are so invalid she has to just erase them away. I'm sorry if this isn't what you expected. I found myself struggling to describe certain aspects of this and was quite disappointed by the outcome (but please do not let this deter you. If anything, read it and let me know what you think/what I can change. Plus, I know the other parts are going to be way better than this).

also i listened to heather while writing this up until the phone number bit... then i listened to slow down by chase atlantic...do with that information as you will

A VERY VERY SPECAIL THANK YOU TO THESE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE that helped me through the different struggles and stages in this fic I thank most of my unnecessary errors being fixed because of them @yongbun, @jeonginsleftcheek, @luvtak

masterlist ◦ a loved lived in between the stars and the sea

The human condition: a soul filled with passion, but not a mouth to spill it into.

It was ironic really.

Your soul was filled with passion, but you had a mouth to spill it into.

That mouth just didn't want your passion-

Your fervor-

Your ardor-

Romance practically coursed through your veins, your blood cells shaped like the hearts you saw the world through.

Chan was filled with passion.

Chan was filled with ardor.

Chan was filled with romance.

But Chan didn't want poetry-

Chan spilled too much soul into songs.

Songs that made him too busy for you.

The two of you saw the same goal, but spoke different languages-

Your love was often-

Lost in translation.

You shout, frustration poking in the pit of your stomach painting the car red you dig the pencil into the words scratching them out so hard you cut holes in the page that sounded so stupid

all of this was so stupid

your feelings-

stupid

your issues-

stupid

the thought that Chan was anything other than perfect-

stupid

Why couldn't you just be content with everything you have? So many girls would pay to be in your place, tripping over each other just to be in his presence, and yet, what, you're unhappy because you spoke different languages?

What the hell does that even mean?

You were trapped inside an inescapable box, the sharp edges of your unrealistic expectations like shackles that cut into your skin, bleeding with a passion only ever found in fiction.

Why were you always stuck?

stuck in the stars, stuck in the sea-

stuck in this stupid line of stupid traffic, waiting for a stupid meal that Chan probably will be too busy to eat with you, writing some stupid piece of poetry that was about as poetic as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill.

stupid

“Finally,” you mumble as the car in front of you inches up, allowing you access to the next window. You politely bow, grab the trays from the worker’s hand, and drive off.

Your life quickly turned from the hope of a story to the reality of a routine. The road, the walls, the button your finger grazes as the doors to the elevator slam shut, the number of steps it takes to get to his room, the feel of cold metal underneath your palm as you open the door, the same hunch of his shoulders, the same glow of his laptop, the same empty look in his eyes.

the same

Most of your relationship is spent looking at him like this.

"Hey channie," you say, setting the food down on the empty spot beside his keyboard.

"Hi, love." His voice is nothing more than the ghost of a mumble, blending with the click and shift of his mouse, moving different blurs and blobs of color on the screen. Chan tended to get tunnel vision when he was working, even if that meant you were left stranded in the shadows of his forgotten responsibilities.

"I um brought you dinner." you clear your throat, pointing lamely at the boxes beside him like he couldn't clearly see they were there. He perks up, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours.

"Oh baby, thank you." The tension in his shoulders melts. "I'm sorry, you know how busy I am sometimes; right now it feels like I'm drowning in work," he chuckles, absentmindedly shifting in his chair.

you're always busy

You push a smile through the tangled ball of suppressed emotions climbing up your throat.

"I know you're busy, but do you think I could eat dinner with you today...please?" Your stomach twists in painful knots. It was pathetic really, the way you begged for attention like a needy dog more than a doting girlfriend, but you were desperate, scrambling to fan a flickering flame that felt long sputtered out.

stop

You knew what you were getting into when he asked you out—the stress, the anxiety, the workload, the long hours. Chan was always upfront and honest about the struggles of being an idols girlfriend, never wanting to veil your eyes from the harsh sting of realities rays.

then why does it still feel like your soul is burning?

He flicks his gaze to the screen, guilt gnawing at his core. There was so much to do in the day and just never enough time to do it. "I don't know, I don't really have a lot of time right now..." He mumbles, picking at the seam on his shorts apologetically, "Do you think you could wait about 20 minutes? I'm kind of on a roll here."

When your relationship was first blooming, your spirit would often shatter with those words, but pain only holds power when it isn't welcome, and as long as you are loved by him, you will accept the feeling with open arms.

"I'm going to go sit in the lounge room then." You try to keep the disappointment out of your tone, but it leaks through the cracks echoing in your chest, radiating in palpable waves. You clench your jaw, picking up your tray of food.

does he not care?

"Okay," The squeak of his chair indifferently swiveling back to its previous place echoes in your ears. Louder than anything you've ever heard.

he didn't even kiss you

1 hour 45 minutes and 13 seconds

That's how long you have been waiting in the lounge room for Chan to walk in the door.

that is how long you've been wallowing in a sad pathetic heap staring at your uneating supper

1 hour 45 minutes and 15 seconds now

16 seconds

17 seconds

You spin around when you hear the door creak open, anticipation fluttering in your stomach, only to plummet when you see Felix standing in the entrance, too busy shoveling a fork full of noodles in his mouth to notice your presence.

Felix was a familiar face, mostly associated with sweet smiles and bouncing eyes; you have only ever talked to him on a handful of occasions, possessing the basic relationship of hellos in the hallways and smiles when you enter the same room, but besides the couple times where he offered you some of his freshly baked brownies or told you which room Chan was in, you haven't actually had a conversation with the boy.

You groan, dramatically deflating in your seat.

Of course, it wasn't chan

Felix yelps, his heart leaping in his chest, only to wrap around his bones, doing trapeze tricks inside his ribs when he lays eyes on you—why, out of all the days he could have seen you, it was on the one day he was least ready, and the way your whole body slumps like a deflated balloon, it becomes crystal clear you weren't exactly jumping up and down to see him either.

Does Cupid have a vendetta against him or something?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here," he stutters awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair like he was trying to fix it without a mirror. Disappointment quickly brews into guilt watching the way his eyes shift, hurt drooping his shoulders down.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not like that; I just thought—" You falter. What the hell did you think? Sorry, but I thought you were my boyfriend who left me here all by myself, and like usual, my stupid, hopeful heart really believed this time was going to be different. "You were someone different." You sink into the couch, a dull ache spiderwebbing through the chasms in your chest.

"Let me guess." His eyes crinkle with sympathy. "Chan."

You glance down at your ribs—some silly part of you really believed your shirt had blossomed with the crimson stain of your sorrows.

"How could you guess?" you mutter sarcastically, picking at the skin of your nails. Why did it seem like everybody else got the memo that if you were to search the thesaurus, your name would be the first word under forgotten?

"Well, really, it was a toss-up between you being with him for the past 5 years and the fact that he has been glued to his computer for the past 5 hours," he grins. "Pick your poison."

Your gaze drifts back to the couch that sits idly in front of you, lonely in the middle of the room, out of place, without the implant of another person's body.

"W-Well," he starts, shifting his bowl in his hands. "Do you... I don't know, want some company...maybe."

He's so awkward, so unsure, like a baby deer wobbling on unfamiliar legs, struggling to stay upright. You tilt your head, your lips pulling up into an adoring grin; you never really noticed it before, but he was sort of shy. You had a terrible tendency to take your time observing people unintentionally, causing discomfort to the victims of your restless brain—assessing in silence.

His ears burn when your eyes gloss over with an opaque glaze. His heart drops only for those silly little butterflies that always appear when you are around to swarm their wings around the lump growing in his throat.

Well, that was a bust.

Why couldn't he just be normal around you?

"O-Or not, that's fine too. I-I get it; you're probably l-like waiting for Chan or whatever. I-I can go get him if you would like." He jerks his thumb behind him, forgetting he was holding something for a second, stumbling to catch it right before it falls. You snicker, biting your lips to contain your laughter. His eyes flutter shut, scrunching his nose in embarrassment.

He was cute

Why haven't you talked to him before?

"No, please sit down," you lazily gesture to the couch in front of you. "It's not like Chan's going to be coming down anytime soon."

He sighs, his whole body melting with relief, practically forming into the couch when he shuffles over, adjusting himself to comfortably sit with his legs wide and his head tilted down. He picks up his fork just before whispering, "I'm sorry that he kept you waiting," and stuffing his face. You smile, the sight all sorts of endearing. The amount of food stuffed into his cheeks puffs them out, forcing his mouth into a pout that's smeared with red sauce. For a moment, you almost forget that you're supposed to be groveling, but why would life want to let you live when instead it could remind you constantly how much it sucks?

"I'm used to it." You learn to live with the absence of air when your hope always causes you to suffocate.

"You shouldn't have to be," he murmurs, his hand politely veiling his mouth while he chews. He's staring at his food like his noodles were an impossible labyrinth he's forced to escape, completely oblivious to the cataclysmic sentence he just uttered. Your jaw drops, stomach fluttering with butterflies, butterflies that you could’ve sworn burned out a long time ago. When most of your time is spent in a constant state of apocalypse, you forget the side effects of a romanticism, felt before your soul was littered with the echos of war.

"Oh?"

"Are you not going to eat?" He questions, forehead creased with concern as he gestures to the food that was currently burning a hole in the table. You stare at him stupidly, mouth ever so slightly agape. Did he not notice that there were swarms of zombified insects burrowing their way into your belly, kaleidoscopes charred wings creating panic in your pounding heart?

(cookie interruptions: I was today years old when I found out that a kaleidoscope was the technical term for a swarm of butterflies)

Why was he making you feel so jittery?

"Oh," you blink, giving an imperceptible shake of the head—a weak attempt to gather your disoriented thoughts.

Honestly, you had forgotten it was there.

"I was waiting to eat with Chan..." You mutter through the tufts of wool still stuffed in your head, wrapping your fingers around the tray, but when you pull open its flappy lid, your lips pull into a sneer glaring at the congealed sauce and cold noodles. You weren't surprised that your food had spoiled over the 2 hours you had been waiting, but it didn't make the frustration that bubbled in your gut any less apparent either. "But clearly, that hope was shortlived," you scoff, chucking the useless tray back on the table.

Felix clears his throat, adjusting himself in his seat. He often found himself tiptoeing on the edge of insanity, always rewriting the words he wanted to say, terrified you had written a line in the sand the waves had washed away.

You were a star with a heart tied to the sea, where he would have more success breaking the bond of the moon than turning the tides of the ocean that suffocated your soul.

So for now, he will coast the cosmos alone, waiting for the day you will finally look his way.

"You can have some of mine... if you want," he whispers, shyly scooting his cup over to you. "It's salmon-flavored; it's really good."

"Are you sure?" you blink, utterly flummoxed.

"Yeah, of course!" You swore you could trace the stories of the sky in the gaps where his freckles glowed.

"Thank you; I promise I won't eat too much," you joke, pulling out your fork. "I don't mind it, really. I can always make more as long as you're eating I'm okay," he grins, sliding his hand out of the way to allow room for yours, grateful for his generosity; you bite back a smile, digging into the hot noodles; a spicy flavor pulled straight from the sea explodes on your tongue as soon as the food meets your lips.

You swear you just tasted heaven's gates.

"Holy shit, this is delicious," you moan, rolling your eyes back in your head.

"I'm glad you like it," he smirks. "It's my special recipe."

"So you do more than bake, huh?" you waggle your brows lightheartedly, though you were sort of impressed by his broad palette of skills.

"You know that I bake!?" He was still recovering from the shock that you even knew his name—the way he often dissolves into the wall when you enter the room.

"Of course, I know that you bake; I always have to eat at least half of the plate of brownies Chan brings home." You giggle, picking at the noodles, wanting more but feeling guilty for hogging the whole bowl.

"Oh, I'm full," he stretches, rubbing his stomach like a stuffed cartoon character.

"Are you lying?" Cynism was a side effect of being a creative romanticist—your artistic brain didn't limit itself to only forming one conclusion, while the stories that ended up on paper were solely portrayed as having happy endings—you knew this philosophy was neither sadistic nor realistic, for even if the fictional characters made up of the fluid of your mind betrayed each other, what would a human, evil in its rawest form, do to you?

well that was melodramatic

"You know you're a very skeptical person," he jests, pulling his lips ever so slightly up.

"I'm a hopeless romantic; there's a difference," you state, stuffing your face when you finish studying him down to the very twitch of his right calf muscle.

"Aren't hopeless romantics supposed to be happy-go-lucky all the time? Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses and stuff?"

"You know we are called hopeless for a reason," you snort, unrealistic standards were more of a curse than a blessing.

Scratch that, having unrealistic standards is just a curse

“Being a hopeless romantic is like being an ocean in a world full of puddles.” Your soul speaks like his fingertips have felt its walls a million times before “devastating.”

He stares at you gobsmacked, blinking like you just hit him over the head with a mallet. Your mind kicks into gear, anxious little butterflies flipping on the switch for damage control.

that must have sounded so self-centered

"I-I didn't mean, like, in a cocky way, I'm better than other people. I just meant it's impossible to pour my passion anywhere because everybody else doesn't have room to take it. If anything, I-Im the bad one in this scenario.” You stutter, sporadically shaking your hands, worried that the misconception is going to create a concrete opinion. He quickly waves you off, seeming anything but bothered.

“An ocean in a world full of puddles that's pretty deep,” he implores, treating the words like age-old wine to be sipped with both time and deference. “You know you should really consider being a poet 'cause that like moved my soul.” Only Lee Felix can make humor sound so honest.

Why was he so ...amazed

"I like to think I'm a poet." Your cheeks are painted red as you bashfully tilt your head down.

but right now not so much

“You can't think you're a poet,” he chuckles. “If you ever wanted to read somebody your stuff, I would be happy to help…Maybe it could fix your uncertainty." Something twinkles in his eyes, something nervous yet desperate, something you couldn't quite pinpoint while your stomach was sprinting in circles—the mere thought of showing somebody else your poetry was the equivalent of slicing your heart in half and presenting it to the world on live television.

basically, something that will never happen never ever

"No, no, no, it's nothing like that. I don't really write poetry per se; I just write my..." You trail off.

What do you write?

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he reassures, his warm smile cooling the icy anxiety that crystallized around your core.

Why do you do this to yourself??

Stupid Felix and his stupid power to loosen your lips-

stupid. stupid. stupid.

To be a poet is to be vulnerable; no great art is ever created comfortably.

Fuck it

“I write my dreams,” you blurt, peeking out through your clenched eyelids to see if Felix caught the spit of a sentence; clearly, he did the way he lifts his brows thoughtfully.

“Elaborate”

A man of many annoying questions you see

“Why,” you groan, sinking into your seat almost comically.

"Because I want to listen to you," he laughs like whiskey and wine, both husky and rich. You choke, your heart imploding into a million tiny, rose-shaped pieces.

"Nobody wants to listen to me ramble on about hopeless fantasies that will never come true," you sputter, still trying to reshape your rose-shaped shatters into something that resembles an organ.

"I do."

Oh well, there they go again, forming right back into roses-

He made all of this seem like a complex game of chess, every move of hesitance quickly countered by a block of honesty.

From the moment you could write, you found out that paper was not volatile the way people were, how you could erase a word written but, in time, in life, you cannot erase a sentence said—that philosophy stuck with you, forever rendering you apprehensive to vocalize your feelings.

Maybe it was your soft spot for the stars that made you speak, but either way, when your mouth opened, it felt as though all your past doubts had washed away, and for once, you were free.

"I have always held onto my dreams through the tip of a pen, existing in between the lines of my poetry. But I don't write about deep philosophical pearls of wisdom; I write about love, passion, beauty. I write about coffee and cream, roses and vanilla. I write what I think romance tastes like, how the contrast of the most iconic confessions has been written in the rain, a usually gloomy, grey thing completely transformed through the lenses of love…" You sigh, tilting your head against the back of the cushion in bliss.

"I write the way I want to love, for I know it's the only way to quell my heart's aching urge to live anywhere but reality."

He stares at you eerily still, blinking once, twice, three times."

Why wasn't he saying anything?

Perhaps you were drunk off Felix's promises, or the cracks Chan created in your chest made you bleed with a passion only ever reserved for your poetry. But either way, you felt naked—exposed under his exploring eyes.

"What?" You croak, picking at the sleeve of your shirt.

Why did everybody act like you were crazy?

Was there something wrong with you?

You are floating in the asteroid belt, a thousand tiny rocks hovering around your head.

"Maybe you're just not looking in the right places." There’s a deep intensity in his eyes, a million roaring waves crashing against each other; you run face-first into a meteor, bouncing around the surfaces of a weightless space.

How many brain-altering revelations could Felix bestow before your brain cracks?

"You know, I haven't even told my friends that," you deflect. It was a dangerous game, diving too deep into your thoughts, and right now, with him—with that statement, danger could quickly bleed into destruction.

"So, I'm not your friend?" Clearly, Felix catches on to the sudden swerve of the conversation, how he eases into it with such grace, jestingly poking your knee.

"This is the first time I've ever had a real conversation with you," you scoff, poking him right back. His jaw drops in faux offense.

"You know, I just gave you my food. I think that deserves an upgrade into friendship territory," he states matter-of-factly.

Two can play at that game-

"I don't have your number; usually friends have each other's number." You place your elbows on your knees. He has been playing a metaphorical game of chess with you this whole time, his pawns moving ever so slightly forward. He forced your hand, the comfortability in your eyes making openings on the board you never meant to create. His rook, his bishop, his queen—they kiss the place right below your king.

You had one more trick up your sleeve-

You were a creative romantic whose moves were nothing less than a story, and you were going to be damned if you let your king be captured.

Now, where's the happy ending in that?

(cookie interruptions… I dont know what this is nor why i am so dramatic but hey what can you do ALSO LISTEN TO SLOW DOWN BY CHASE ATLANTIC I BEGTH OF YOU )

He leans forward, pressing his tongue against his cheek. The fabric of his shirt stretches across the hard ridges of his abs—

No, stop it, bad y/n.

"Do you want it?" He leans his head ever. So. Slightly. Forward

"Maybe I do."

"Maybe I'll give it to you," soft, smooth voice-

you narrow your eyes,

"What will Chan think?"

"It doesn't matter what Chan thinks-"

"Tell that to Chan-"

"Maybe I will." His lips-

"You know, if Chan saw us here right now, he would not be very happy." You suck your teeth.

Check-

He scoffs. Moves his bishop.

You're right back where you started.

"You're not his pet."

"Yeah, but I am his girlfriend." Block.

"Those two words are not synonymous," he says. Moves his queen.

Too many openings, too many moves, too many pieces on the board.

Too many outcomes.

Do you even still want to play?

Weren't you the one who started the game?

You bite your cheek, his eyes burning like molten amber, glinting in the overhead lights.

Should you have really asked for his number?

What would Chan think if he saw it in your phone?

Who were you kidding? He would actually have enough time to look at your phone.

"You know," he leans back, extending his arms to drape across the couch, pushing his thighs ever so slightly apart. Gone is the man with smiles like sugar; determination wisps across his face like spits of fire, overtaking every feature."If I give you my number, I'm going to have to help you unlearn your engraved cynicism." He's closing in on you, moving all his pawns in one fair swoop. You're surrounded, swarmed.

"You can't ungrave something it's scientifically impossible." You shift your king. One last dying breath-

Before-

"I can try."

Checkmate

And like every person of honor does when they have nobly lost a battle they created-

You run away.

“I have to admit, as much as I loved this conversation, I really should be going,” you say, picking up your tray of forgotten food to chuck in the trash, leaving Felix's bowl on the table. He jumps up, scrambling to pick up his mess while you dart out the door, tossing the tray in the can just outside the room.

“Wait,” he gasps, stumbling to catch up with your speed. Your finger, out of habit, moves to press the button to the elevator doors—that is, before he catches it, his warm hand wraps around your wrist.

“Now, what gentleman would I be making a lady get her own door?” He bellows, voice deep and low, a sound echoing through his chest as the fabric of his shirt kisses your back. He’s so close, so close, so—

How long has it been since you've been touched?

Heat. You're drenched in it, painted in it, enveloped in it.

His hand grazes your skin as he slides up your wrist, his finger extending to press the button.

Your breath hitches.

Body shutters.

Every atom erupting in flames.

The elevator doors slam open-

Your brain clicks back into place-

“Will I be seeing you again?” Your hot, so hot. He’s hot, so hot. Breath—it tickles your ear. Disoriented, so disoriented.

“I still don't have your number,” you manage to utter, slipping into the doors. His face will be the final thing you see as you descend down the shaft, lifelessly walking to your car where you will go home, go to sleep, and start your routine all over again. He smirks, flicking his eyes to your pants.

“Yes, you do.”

I do?

The doors inch shut, and a small, teeny-tiny part of you wants to wrench them open, pull him in, force him into the stanzas of your story. You are tired—tired of waiting for your life to begin, tired of repeating the same vicious cycle.

But that wasn't you talking-

That was the hopeless part of your personality,

The unrealistic-

The fiction-

Life wasn't a game and reality wasn't a book.

You had a good thing going wth Chris and you were going to be damned to ruin it just because of one fun conversation.

You reach one finger into the back pocket, feeling around for what Felix could have been talking about.

There's no way.

Your skin brushes across a smooth surface—something that definitely wasn’t there before.

There's no fucking way.

You pull it out.

It's pink and folded and definitely written on. You unfold it.

XXX-XXX-XXXX. Just in case you ever need an editor or a friend.

Oh well, fuck the game. He just flipped over the whole damn chessboard.

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› { ✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 ✦ } ๋ ࣭ ⭑ — 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

➺in which the blue spirit makes a bitch out of you one night.

(CW) — implied mentions of the mask being demonic, mask kink, outdoor sex, rope bondage, spanking, slapping, choking, multiple positions, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob (f. receiving), mouth spitting, dub-con, slight thing he does with your feet, hair pulling, begging, overstimulation, dirty talk, degradation, body worship, slight knife/blade kink, cervix kissing, squirting, sloppy kissing, rough sex, doggystyle, mating press, reverse cowgirl, multiple orgasms, sadism, mouth spitting, stomach bulge kink, slight blood, cum facial, deepthroating, panty licking, unprotected sex, zuko’s kinda ooc, dumbification?? dead dove DO NOT EAT, intense (im fr guys…).

➺word count ➤ 10k+

➺author’s note. oh em geez guys, i know yall missed me like HELLO, but at least i dropped the long awaited blue spirit fic LETS GOOOO !!!

Approaching you just on the edge of menacing had the ropes around your middle grow unnervingly tighter, the man’s chest just centimeters away from your nose made you gulp down your ego for a long moment. Eyes as big and watery as a helpless doe’s in the pathway of her hunter, you craned your neck upwards to look at the mask in the interpretation of a water spirit in the eyes. She couldn’t help her lips slightly parting mindlessly, no particular emotion caused this to happen, but you were mentally, stuck. This man, this…being, so daunting, you were currently in the care of a cold-blooded killer.

Your heart was now jammed in the midst of that throat, before you knew it, the blade of that sword threatened to put pressure hard enough until it broke proper skin. A long, white scratch marked itself down porcelain skin, flinching from the sharpened weapon your stomach churned desperately feeling adrenaline flood your entire body. Chest now rising and falling rather quickly as the urge to cry threatened to turn you vulnerable in front of something that fed off of vulnerability, hot tears burning everywhere around your eyelids.

His blade reached to the dead center of your chest, the swell of your breasts nestled neatly inside your bra had his curiosity piqued. Did you look scared? You couldn’t tell because his fucking face was hid behind that intimidating mask that concealed his every expression. His head only shifted to the left side, gesturing to curiosity.

You wanted to look down, and you made the mistake of actually acting on the thought, only earning you a slap across your face rather vehemently. His hand grabbed your neck to pin your head back to properly face him once more.

��So terrified, aren’t you? But I can tell you like this shit. You want me to slap you again don’t you?”

He hit you across your face again and you let yourself breakdown into streams of salty tears. The slap left a stinging sensation on your face in the shape of his hand, and then came another even harder that time holding your face from falling to the side from the pain. A groan of satisfaction reverberated from his chest you feel even just from very little distance between you two, he took pleasure in seeing you crying, hurt, all helpless.

Watching your gaze dart from his eyes quickly to his covered lips, her want more than apparent through her fat tears, he had to drop his sword just to use both of his hands on her. It fell plainly to the ground as he started to pull over his spirit mask to the side and pulled down the cloth mask to reveal his reddening nose and lips, taking a moment to breathe in and out her vanilla scent. Rolling his eyes back at his dick jolting roughly in his pants, another hand going to help squeeze down on your neck making you audibly choking in struggle.

A wad of spit flew to the back of your throat, the surprise of his lips on yours made your skin crawl all over, but in a way that an orgasm would. Tongues dancing all over each other sloppily sharing saliva, flattening out to rut on top of the other’s, sucking and going drunk on their heated kiss. Like some intoxicating sanctuary for arousal, growing hotly aware of each other’s bodies, desires, breath, and mouths. He had you trapped wholly on the bark of the tree, fucking your mouth with his tongue by overpowering the fight for complete control.

You moaned as you couldn’t help but to start humping one out with the press of your thighs using the little room you had to move around, feeling a strand of saliva falling down off of your mouth and slipping down the side of your chin. Once another slap hit the side of your face, you whined against his lips in audible protest at the pain. You couldn’t even tell him to stop as he started to lick over your teeth and bite down on your plush bottom lip.

Closing your eyes, thinking it was best to shove everything he was doing to you down and hoping that this was just some horrible wet dream. You were well into your marriage with your more than loving husband Zuko, missing him so badly, wishing he was here to save you from this. Hopefully he’d understand, this was all just an act for some information, not love or interest. In fact you were disgusted by the audacity and ignorance of this heartless man.

But yet, when his rugged thumbs pressed into the crooks of her neck while his lips mingled with hers in a lewd kiss, it was like he meant everything even in silence. God, it all went too fucking fast, legs now being forced apart by his knee to knead your pussy through your robes. Your panties were more than sticky with your essence smeared all over the seat and beyond as if you had wet yourself.

Biting your lip to hold back some mellow noises from falling from that pretty mouth, he thrusted his knees up and down your clit directly, making you curl your body against the ropes.

“Don’t hold it back, let that shit out.”

He pressed his body on yours to squish you between his weight and the tree, keeping his firm hold to bruise the base of your throat. With a light pop, your lip jutted out from the bite force of your teeth, mewling needily and spreading your legs wider than before. Breath coming out in a rugged manner, you let more tears fall over down your warm cheeks as you prepare to use your voice.

“Can- I please be untied?”

Silence fell over the space shared between you two, your questions ringing in your own ears as to how quiet it had gone in the matter of seconds. She didn’t want to ask again as hesitation crept over her mind, not sure what to do at that moment.

Suddenly, the sound of his blade slashing across something caused your breath to hitch loudly on the verge of screaming from his sword swinging in your direction. However, you remained unharmed as the rugged material of the ropes loosened and fell in a pile on the ground with a heavy thud. You wanted to say something, anything at the impromptu action made to free you from the confines of your bounds against the tree.

Ultimately nothing was said to him as he attacked you with his relentless kissing yet for another time in a row, hands going to your neck and pinning you down stubbornly backwards to rest on the erratic bark. You were lifted up until he readjusted to place his hips to keep you in place and one of your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. He licked up into your heated mouth, tasting the wet and warm insides behind those kiss swollen lips, softly letting his tongue fight against yours like before.

Muffled noises came from the both of you, repeatedly parted with a nice filthy pop and reconnected over and over until the couple grew dizzy and twice as excited. Her breath left caught in her throat as he bounced her up and down to grind fully on his knee and parts of his thigh, holding onto his shoulders then groaning deeply. Her breasts delicately jumped with every movement, tempting his mind to pull them out and put them both in his mouth.

You couldn’t help but to let your arms snake around his back and muffle your nose into the crook of his neck. His scent was so uncannily familiar to Zuko’s, his night cologne he wore just a hint of before bed, the one you loved to just indulge in whenever you two cuddled up together during the middle of the night.

The front of your robes had a more than obvious wet spot in it by now, but you yearned for a more delicious friction against his thigh as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your lips went to his to share saliva back and forth among your mouths, hips speeding up in the movements you made to finally cum all in your thin panties.

“Hah- mmm, I’m about to cumm.”

He let his hands advance to your hips, digging his fingertips into her hips to rock them back and forth towards her finish, prompting out progressively louder keens of pleasure each time. Tiny beads of tears bubbled up around the outermost corners of her eyes feeling her sopping wet clit grow more than overstimulated. Nails griping and clawing at the back of his dark attire as she would if that was his bare back itself, leaving long red marks in protest.

“Do it then, I’ll lick all of it out the seat of your panties, shamelessly.”

Arching your back forward to press even harder against his own body, you threw your head back, whining so loudly in testament to the intensity of your climax. Your juices flowed out freely into your underwear, a damp mix of everything that exerted out of you deliriously now falling down from between your thighs down to your feet.

He let you sink back onto your two feet steadily on the ground, although slightly wavering, you stood at your height much shorter than his. A hand of his went to start undoing the knots in your robe, letting everything fall in a lifeless pile onto the forest floor. You felt worry build up in your heart at the sight of him licking his lips at your exposed state, catching a stray trail of your white cum falling down from the inside of your thigh.

Sticks and underbrush crackled underneath his boots as he walked up to tower over you threateningly, putting a hand to palm over your sex through your undergarments. She wanted to step back feeling a little bit violated from his sudden actions, but then he patted his hand against it, making a wet squelching noise.

“Who the hell even are you?!”

A gloved finger went to his lips, gesturing to her to be quiet.

“On your knees f’me.”

Rolling your eyes with a weighted sigh, your legs buckled forward to let your body rest back on your knees. He took off his gloves letting those too fall to the ground, long and pale fingers with rough tips and palms, veins present on the back of them through his translucent skin. Going to undo his utility belt, its buckle snapped open with a loud metallic sound, his hand held it up before his fingers snapped open and let the heavy material land with a dull thud.

It was off, and soon he hiked up his shirt to show off his body underneath his black layers of clothing, a full set of intricately carved abs that rolled under his skin with each flex. Your eyes couldn’t help but to glance down to observe him pulling down his pants enough to pull out the arm of pure dick he held that rested just behind his fly.

It was massive and you had to gulp down the lump in your throat, feeling another wave of tears overcoming your eyes. He spit on it, letting his right hand guide it to bob up and down feeling its total weight in the palm wrapped around it. It was pushed to hit the side of your face, a light sting in the aftershock of the impact. It made you sharply hiss at the blunt pain in surprise, his hand quickly grabbing your face to make you look him into the eyes of his mask.

“The mask is up here baby, not down there. Move your eyes any further down, and you won’t get anything more than a look at it.”

How could you explain the fact that your heart now dropped to the pits of your stomach, he was now attempting to press his solid tip past your swollen lips, covering them in his bitter, slick precum. Soon it slowly protruded past your tongue, then going to slam at the back of your throat until your head hit the tree behind you. Your gag reflex immediately reacted, leaving you a coughing and crying mess around his sheer size.

“Breathe.”

Two fistfuls of your hair was taken roughly into his hands, before you knew it your throat was being fucked into unforgivingly. Sounds of choking, sucking, and smacking could be heard as far as a few yards away. Your sounds of putting up a fight against his thrusts had you sputtering and gargling down his thin strings of bitter precum. His pelvis now smacking down brashly on your face, only further encouraging you to cry senselessly.

The man above you slowed down greatly to shove two fingers to further open your mouth to make room for him to add in his balls at the same time. You had to keep your eyes on him otherwise you needed them closed because he wasn’t going to make this go any faster if he doesn’t want to fuck you over a petty mistake. Seeing your neck swell from his girth made him throw his head back, groaning in pure want, his toes curling in his boots as he ground out his whole sex into what felt like wet pussy.

“Hot damn.”

Letting your head twist and turn in each direction as he allowed for you to go at your own pace, slurping, and swallowing down his cock in your windpipe effortlessly. Tongue flicking the underside of his balls as you moaned leisurely to send vibrations shooting up his spine, he began to moan himself. Your nails dug into his thighs as thick webs of saliva accumulated from his sex and your chin, sticking all to the lower half on your face. His balls slipped out your mouth with a racy squelch, leaving his dick for you to go to work on with both of your soft hands.

Squeezing the base of it firmly while you sucked him off until strings of spit started to mess all over your face, hollowing out your cheeks as you made space to push him completely back inside. Breathing through your nose steadily you let your throat constrict around him, opening and closing up around it to bring him so deathly close to his finish. He exhaled laboriously once you pulled off to give special attention to his balls, fitting it all into your mouth without much hesitation.

She swished them around in her mouth, tongue pushing them against one cheek, sucking them there for a moment and switching out repeatedly. His dick rested on your cheek for the time she stayed below it, taking the texture of precum and saliva to pump him to completion. He shook uncontrollably the longer time went on, the soul being vacuumed straight out of him.

Bubbles of all kinds building up around the base of his cock, it glistening in the moonlight from becoming so vulgarly soaked in it all. She brought both hands back up to it again to stroke him at the pace she bobbed her head up and down on his sex, movements swiftly following each other in perfect synchronization. Taking a quick second to take in a proper breath of fresh air, she pulled the spit off with her messy hands and wrapped them on his balls, pulling downwards on them as her puckered lips kissed on his tip.

Left slack-jawed, he grabbed her hair again to yank back and fuck himself into until her head couldn’t move anywhere but forward. Lips practically touched his hips as he moved with such vigor, so much passion, he couldn’t hold back all the sexually charged noises and words that fell from his scowl. Thin strings of his own impatient spit began to fall slightly from his mouth from having it open for so long, he was above you like some crazed animal, forehead resting on the tree’s bark, feeding his dick to you until he had nothing else to give.

The sweat slipped off of his hunched over chest and onto your forehead with a tiny smack, he didn’t care, all he cared for was his impending orgasm that he still hasn’t decided whether it’ll go in your mouth or on your fucked up face. You opened your eyes and shifted your view to his exposed nose and mouth, he was grunting out hot puffs of air and his nose was red with the relentlessness running through his veins.

His abs flexed under his burning flesh, dick spasming erratically and climax only a few swallows away.

“Look at me woman, this is all you right here.”

With one final violation just beyond your uvula, he pulled his dog wet cock out to paint your face in nothing but cum. Coming out in huge spurts of thick essence, warm and fresh as it landed over your cheeks, your mouth, lashes and shooting far enough to land in your hair. You gasped taking every bit that was in your mouth down your throat and into your system, relishing in its taste as there was so much of it, some came jerking out your nose.

Some of it littered in acute spots on her cleavage, it felt like you came completely untouched from giving him the biggest orgasm he would ever experience in his life. Soon enough his dick was back inside your creamy mouth, eliciting a distressed subtle burp to stimulate his nerves and your jaw popped slightly from the stretch.

You were possibly never going to recover from that burp honestly.

Without warning, your mouth was left empty and bare once more like it had been just moments prior. A charged silence fell over the atmosphere, taking advantage of the opportunity to recollect yourself after the abuse done to your throat. Laying your head on the tree to rest the throbbing pain starting to overwhelm all your thinking, you silently hoped to be let free. All you wanted now is some good sleep and to shove this nightmare down into the back of your mind.

The sound of something being dragged across the dead sandy dirt of the forest floor piqued your interest, it was the long snake of rope that he was pulling over by a far skinnier tree, starting to saw it into a smaller piece by quickly scrubbing it around the tree.

“…what are you doing now?” Your voice had long gone all hoarse and tattered from the brutal fuck you had just received moments ago.

“Trying to cut this rope down.”

“Couldn’t you just use the damn sword? You did it earlier.”

He indeed stopped midway through, noticing that the tree’s smoother surface did no good for breaking the rope’s thick material. His head craned over to notice the abandoned sword he’d thrown on the ground earlier, and leaned over to pick it up.

It didn’t take much to cut the material with the flesh-tearing sharpness of his blade on the sword, it cut through like it was a piece of paper. The rest fell to the ground, and he approached you again to make sure that it was enough to keep your wrists securely bound together. The man guided your arms to come together behind your back, his nose inches away from your ear had anticipation crawling up your neck. Ropes were constricting around your wrists once more, a hand going to gently correct your soft, obedient gaze to meet his mask, lips now meeting yours but in a different way this time.

The kiss, unhurried and deep as he ran his tongue over the inside of your cheeks, the wet smack and thin string of saliva you saw when you two parted kickstarted a low beating sensation to pound in between your thighs.

“Is that how your husband kisses you? Or do I do it better?”

You didn’t answer as you felt your cheeks go all hot, an uninterested visage playing on your face. His hand grabbed your neck to redirect your vision towards him again, pressure settling over your throat that made your vision swim at the corners. You stayed tight lipped, eyes glazed over with a pinkish shade from all the crying you’d done that night.

“I’m tired of you treating me like this, please.”

“Why can’t I toy with you, isn’t that what he does as well?”

Frustrating built up in your body pretty quickly as you couldn’t help but to cry. His hands trailing down your torso, one sliding to your back to undo the latches of your bra accordingly. They snapped open with your breasts falling a little bit from almost being entirely freed from its confines. His hand trailing back to the mounds of soft flesh, cupping them in his rough palms then pressing them together.

His fingers pinched your pert nipples harshly, twisting them in opposite directions just to see you groan in pain. Body twitching and convulsing from his teasing only a bastard himself would implicate against the Firelady herself, she deserved to be given what she demanded at all times, seeing that this really was some nuisance against the Fire Nation.

Pulling away, his presence retreated from your body, he stripped his clothes off except his mask and the full coverage mask beneath that one. Using his clothes to rest his head on as he moved towards the elongated surface of a jet black tarp.

You definitely hadn’t noticed it was there but it sure as hell could be related to how dark the scenery in the natural environment was at night. In the moonlight illuminating over but a small spotty portion of the clearing, you could see him gesturing to come closer to him, and once you did he pulled you to rest on top of his hips. His dick was now resting in between your stomachs, you going in for a lazy kiss but soon pushed away to prevent your mouths from meeting.

“Straddle me the other way, I want you to ride me.”

You sighed, complying to his demands with your ass now facing him and your tied up hands in his reach. He tapped your side lightly, guiding you to lift your lower half up to take a finger and adjust your panties over to the side. His tongue darted out to lick over his lips indulging in the sight of your slick cunt, middle fingers going to get a curious feel of that drooling slit deliberately. Forcing air from your parched throat, it felt heavenly the way his digits worked on you deliciously, letting your body instinctively lower forward to give him total access.

His left hand grabbed your ass, pushing it up to watch how that pussy just spreads like melted butter for him, milky white essence readily nestled inside her tight entrance. You were so warm and inviting, made him half deliriously lick a stripe up the two wet fingers, then going to break past the thin barrier to your inner walls. They swam through your body, diving in deep to search for the perfect angle to curl up and pinch on that sweet spot. Those damned fingers had your mind short circuiting, thinking little of regret and Zuko, more of clenching up on soon to be hard dick.

His fingertips were nearly digging themselves into your gummy walls, drawing out screwed noises from your nose in deep huffs. The work his skilled digits put in had your pussy gaping and watering, everything that came from you going thick and slimy.

“This is the kind of pussy you don’t ever wanna pull out of.”

She threw her ass back on him, grinding her fat lips back and forth across his lower stomach, juices slicking up his skin filthily. He yanked on your underwear until its threading started to pop apart, pulling his digits out from inside of you to truly rip the thin piece of fabric into two. The pitifully torn apart panties went straight to his perverted mouth, relishing ravenously as he lapped up every bit of your waking runny cum to feed his hunger for you. Wrapping his tongue until it curled almost inhumanly around the cotton, putting his mouth to use sucking in anything he might’ve missed with the latter.

Holding your breath as you see him throwing the ruined piece of cotton somewhere off to the side, pushing you further into an arch with your cheek squished on top of his thighs.

Three fingers were inserted amidst your entrance again, practically digging out for your orgasm to bulge from you. Your toes couldn’t help but to curl closed as he hit your g spot back to back with the crest of long fingers, scissoring, cutting through silk flesh to find the deepest possible point in you. The fingers divided apart until only a soft pink could be in his view, feeding in a completely separate finger from his other hand to be consumed up behind your sobbing clit.

Oh and the wanton sob that came from your lips had you writhing in preparation of the wet heat pooling at the bottom of your pelvis, slim jets of your arousal bolting out of you excitedly. Your body jolted at the feeling going from a light, sporadic sensation, to full on squirting out all over his abdomen and fingers. She took every single stroke back into her professionally, making him think about how much her husband beat her into this experienced, helpless little thing. The fluids pooled on the tarp around the shape of his body, taking the hand proding into her out to pick up her foot and lick over the heel.

He pushed the swell of her heel in between his lips, a wet suctioning kiss on it, leaving a ring of his saliva on it. Lifting it higher, he could properly sweep his tongue through her toes wetly, it was an unfamiliar stir, but god it was a welcome one. The palm of his right hand pulled out with a satisfactory popping sound, to rub through the folds of her clit and then massaging it all out to make her squirt even harder. Voice pitching even higher from her jerking thighs, you came so hard it thought you’d pass out right then and there. It boiled over in you while he scrubbed your pussy through your messy climax, growing hot enough to hump in timing with his rough palm.

His head fell back with a thud once he moved his mouth away from your foot, sending a nasty slap to the side of your ass which jolted you from whatever post orgasmic bliss you were entranced in.

“Come ride this dick like you mean it.”

Breathing in, she pulled herself onto her feet, both planted flat on the ground as he pushed his cock forward to slide in between her messy lips, finally finding where their connection would be met with a mutually pleased noise. She rose her hips up higher to properly sink down on the solid length of his shaft, shuddering once feeling that uncomfortable pop inside a ways in past her entrance.

By trained instincts she encircled her hips around to slide down low enough until her skin met his own, going heated and blushed over with a tame plop downwards. He hissed, hands sliding back up her bottom to bury his fingernails in the soft figure of her sides, chest tightening to keep himself together so as to not blow the last of him all over her walls. The man underneath you was struggling to keep from falling apart in that snug embrace, your pussy fit his dick in like some sopping wet glove. And when you rose up to let it come back out, immediately being met with the cool, natural air once more, he groaned tethering on the edge of a long moan.

Damn.

Hoarding yourself up and down with your hands tied behind your back was a talent, each individual wet plummet setting its pace, its own intensity. You cursed, pulling a lip in to sink your teeth down into to censor any obscene noises from actually coming out of you. The tips of his digits began to press stinging marks over your flesh, guiding those utterly perfect movements to stay in one particular area that had your eyes shooting open and his hips rutting upwards.

He held you up and spurred on the overall pace like you were a toy fleshlight, using your smaller body to now fuck into as impatience gnawed at him. Your cunt was like some damned fever dream for him, rocking his burning hot need deep in the confines of what felt like fresh silk surrounding it. Massaging his straining cock with the cavity sweet blessing you had right there between your thighs, smoothing out the savory momentum they had set in the heat of the moment. Your clit was split apart on it, allowing for him to bounce you greedily on his solid dick, molding you into whatever he pleased with his limited time to really use you.

The sheer fucking size of his girth was arching against the front of your stomach at this point, churning your insides down into the cream currently getting milked out and flowing down the details of his veins. It twitched, rolling under your abdomen on the clear cut path to tipping off the edge into a cutting finish. The being below you was practically choking on his own sounds, groaning voraciously, his feet dug through the dirt to support his ardent passions being bullied dead into your womb. It deemed impossible to restrain the raw sense of rapture in her voice, he was changing actively to something wildly more perverse, the flames originally burning in the pits of her stomach now raging amidst your throat. Dick and balls beating the underside of your crying pussy, clenching only encouraged an onslaught of molten eroticism to just spill out of your body as it pleased.

Breathing grew all uneven, voice eliciting itself into gruff, coughed up delirium, a thread in him snapped as he did pushing your body forward for you to end up face first in the middle of plain dirt. For one it hurt like hell, his palm squishing your face down to restrain you against the forest floor, thinking was it really that hard to be a gentleman and lay you down on the tarp instead. But, you guess that was just his way of dirty fucking. Brutishly sloshing around your guts into a syrupy pulp against the actual ground itself. It only added to his animalistic way of handling you, the skin over the area to which he made burning contact with now ran over numb from the repetitive slaps.

An ecstatic moan ripped from your throat, coming in timing with your body bucking back against his toned pelvis, ricochets reverberating throughout your body hard enough to rattle your bones.

“Nasty fucking slut, just no cleaner than the ground you lay on.”

Above you, a huffing savage who’s ministrations fed on your protests and dry keens, rendering you at complete loss of control. A slap forced you from closing your eyes, cheeks growing puffier by the tears, the rough dirt scrubbing your face, and jab he happened to sneak in between advances.

“All loose and beaten up, just dirty.”

Those hands went to squeeze over at the base of your neck again just as before, hooking two other fingers from each hand in your mouth to yank your drool glazed lips apart. His grip raised your head up from the ground, nails practically prodding in through the soft meat of your mouth, propelling your all to slam back flush on his body.

He was so nauseatingly consistent, even when holding your mouth open to toy around with your sleek tongue. At this point, he is playing with you. Long fingers busying themselves in your heat behind a pair of lips, your own lips, complying eagerly to all of his controlling whims, feeding into his own pleasure. Body’s own heat boiling over at the impact of his cock impaling and trudging open your constricting walls, the moment your head was strung back to meet the vision of that god forsaken water spirit mask had your eyes blurring with fresh tears.

You couldn’t see a thing and that scared you, pondering the face that could be behind the mask, if there even was a face at all. For all you knew, this could’ve been something much more inhumane with how he thrived off of his own taste for hurting you, but it seemed destined for what you desired since your orgasm conjured up at the back of your throat. You could lavish it on the back of your palate since it was so in reach from your world being rocked into next week by him.

The merciless nature exulting from his body manifested itself into his lurches forward until he couldn’t go any deeper. Your body prepared its own response to the splitting climax you were about to hit, making your vision swim in and out in the same routine as his seemingly endless onslaught.

She jerked and twisted in his hold, her entirety went overwhelmingly hot, soon ending in a cry so loud that caused birds to emerge from the treetops. It all flowed down warmly, creamy juices retreated towards the base of his dick and down his scrotum. The moment was blindingly surreal for her, stars dancing and flashing at the back of her vision.

“Fucking pussy is just…”

His hips slowed to a smooth pace, the stream of pure fluids flushing out of your system in pure ecstasy, leaving you a crying and shaking heep on the ground. Soon enough you were left empty again, dick slowly retreating with a wet pop, hole visibly clenching and bullied open into less than what it was before. You huffed out, back relaxing for a moment as now you had a good moment to yourself in your head. Your ass throbbed so hard it felt as though he happened to push his entirety inside and ravage there instead.

Heat radiated over the surface of your flesh in an instant, his burning hot skin gone sticky from labored sweat peeking through his pores, a textured palm going to rub out your biting, red marks punched into your sensitive flesh. Sensitivity heightened to degree where it truly stung to even have his mindful touch on you at all, inaudibly hissing and hands balling to closed fists.

Running an assertive hand from the swell of your ass, over your back, and to the hardness the back of your skull was, he shoved your face to bury in the hard dirt. Your bottom lip burst open from the mean impact, not failing in getting a winded protest to fall short from your vocals.

“Oh please, I’m sure you receive plenty of gentle treatment all the time. You’ll be just fine.”

“F-fuck, you…!”

At the remark he breathed out a faint laugh, smiling lazily while glaring down at his right, free hand wrapping around his still solid base. Mouth right above it perfectly to usher out a ball of his own spit to fall out and land on its surface with a smack. Wrists tied together in a knot so tight, making the blood running cold in your hands had the churn in your stomach pump harder than ever. So caught up in the sounds of your heart beating rather blaringly loud in your ears, you almost couldn’t feel him kneading the tip of his cock back through your opening.

He pulled his lower body back to give your pussy a few hard taps, fat lips dribbling its contents on his dick in slender strings. Relishing in the sleek movements across your clit with his sex left you rolling your hips, moreover, conjuring up any possible noises from the carnal friction enacting itself at the crest of your thighs.

“Your husband’s better than me. Pussy like this deserves to be all kinds of knocked up. You’d stay that way.”

Tugging back on the rope that bound your hands back, you gasped being lifted back up in a sitting position, sitting back on the plastic tarp in anticipation. Barely registering the fact that he got up from the ground to stand up proudly in front of your taken aback expression, your head moved to squash your lips over a particularly toned area of his athletic thighs with a guidance of his own hand.

Digits entangling themselves through the texture of your hair, dragging your experienced mouth along every ridge and swell on his lower body. Submitting yourself to taste the salinity of his surely drying sweat, tongue riding the curve of his inner legs then firmly licking a longing stripe up his balls.

The roll of his head backwards signaled that he really enjoyed that, hips asserting close enough until your nose was dipping in his skin.

“Worship me. Just like that.”

Traveling your ways over the underside of his dripping cock, your tongue swept up a dollop of his precum once finding your way at the peak of his sex. Taking in its bland taste had you cringing hopelessly, his hand prodded your head forward to prompt you to keep going with your mouth. Opening his legs further away to get a good stance when being taken wholly into your mouth for a second time, your lips hugged him in a way that had the man babbling incoherently, bottoming out deep in your throat.

Bobbing back and forth steadily prior to being suddenly held down completely up to his hips, and soon you were yanked back with a nice noise that mocked that a wet kiss. It took you by surprise when his dick visibly twitched up for a split second, smashing your face back up on his privates and scrubbing them meekly over your scrunched features. Length bumping up over your nose, dragging his all until his need found itself hard underneath your chin. His spillage glazed over your face and even moistened his previous dried cum back to substance, unable to help himself, he slightly lifted the weight in his hand to allow for it to pop back down on your face.

It’s heavy resting on your face undeniably. A massive thing indeed, girth going as thick as one of your closed fists alone, solid enough to slap a bruise in your skin as it pleased. Painful wasn’t a word good enough to cut how much it stung to be hit with the damn thing, beating over one cheek and moving to the other as a way to degrade and taunt you of your current position against him. Looking up to face the mask’s frozen expression, carnal exasperations coughing up and out in the form of faintly legible words. He was ranting to himself about all the horrible things he was to reenact with you, vulgar fantasies coming about the harder and harder he hammered your face with it, as if attempting to break you.

“Looking up at me with those eyes. You gonna cry or something?”

Mocking your souring attitude, spit followed shortly after the words clearly intending to slice a wound to your ego. Landing directly in the valley between your eye and nose bridge, then going to jut his bulbous tip right in the spot where it landed, “Damn slut, letting me do as I want with her.”

He sucked in the heat of the air formulating in the little space between his face and the enclosed mask, it grew tighter and unbearably hot each time he huffed out worked exhales. Smearing a mess on her unresponsive face became unfathomably addictive, her passivity praised his need for control, his control over her, knowing she could do nothing more with the situation. Not much longer did it stay to a tame endeavor, coming undone with sprouting restlessness in efforts to meet his nearing culmination.

Blood in his very being running freezing cold everywhere else, only to boil up in the size his hand currently encompassed. Muscles contracting, throat closing up; tugging on his dick as frantically as he did let the desperation flood his head irrevocably. It was as though the flames of his desire could blow up his body right then and there in front of her, wallowing noises climbing louder with each and every stroke traveling from the curvature of his heavy base to the round tip. Taking a handful of your hair to haul you backward enough to his own liking, taking the time to spit in your mouth from above as soon as it jerked open at the time.

“Beg for me to creampie that mouth, and I mean it.”

You weren’t sure how much more humiliating it all could get, by now your pride had diminished and so did the upperhand you always thought you possessed over this jarring tryst. Breaking in the tears that housed in your eyes for a hot minute followed in suit as long rows of yearning, weeping but staying true to his demands for your begs. All of your words leaving your lips as would honey from its container, all sweet and meaningful to showcase that you didn’t not want what he could give to you, but rather, you needed it. Soaking up your assurances, further affirming the wake of his raw lust.

So many different tied together pleas looked and sounded gorgeous on your lips to him, having you pray up to him for even an ounce of his cum to touchdown in your mouth. As his breathing quickened, went on his palm snapping up and down on himself in such an inhumane fashion. Reducing down to his lowest, unfiltered self, canines flashing from behind his waning pair of scarlet-turned lips. Terrifying noises of impenitent, consuming animalism had your heart working in the way it would if you were staring evil down right into its eyes.

And when it came, you could undoubtedly feel its intensity in the form of its warmth. A bit of it even caught itself in the gravity of your intake of breath, leaving you to hunch your body over, coughing profusely to the point of pain.

To him, it felt as though his head had popped off and flown away in the breeze. He’d come so hard it left him in a fit of pleasure, there was nothing of his left to give and his muscles tried to push and push as though it was still something haunting deep inside of him to expel.

Coming down took real work, grounding yourself proved to be difficult when you feel as though the world around you was in a fit of rotation. He knew the woman below him was waiting in tight suspense on what his next move or words would be, he, definitely wasn’t in suspense of his own actions moving forward. He craved to be buried inside you precisely one more time prior to cutting you loose back into the encasing wilderness that was the forest. To have you folded back until your toes would taste the bare ground, to have your face contorted in nothing but immense, yet suffocating ecstasy. Leaving you a ugly mess leftover from sardonic perversion, realistically you’d have to drag yourself through the forest in order to get back to where you came from.

Hearing you sniffling faintly signaled to him that you’ve overcome that little coughing fit from his essence traveling down the wrong way. Angling his head so much as to lower his view back down to his now semi-hard dick he gave it a firm squeeze, prompting himself to drop back down to position himself on his knees.

“You gonna give it t’me one more time doll?”

There lied a certain softness, intimacy, in his voice. Vastly different than it had ever been in all the other times he had spoken to you. It reminded you so much of Zuko, and it brought up all those feelings of him truly so impossible to ignore. It pained your heart and left your throat all knotted up. You missed him so much, wishing he could come save you and plant nothing short of reassurance you that everything’s going to be alright.

Assuming the position to lay flat against your back, you attempted to reimagine the erratic plastic laid over sticks and rocks to be the silk sheets that made up the landscape of you and your husband’s king sized bed. You overridden the feel of the cool outside air to be the comfortable warmth that could only somehow be found in your private chamber. Tuning out the distant sound of the natural world to be of easy silence, letting the hands that now guide your legs back to the sides of your head play the part of Zuko, the only man you could ever feel the sense of love and admiration for.

All stretched back and exposed, you could describe in total detail that this felt like the death of your strength. Mouth falling slack at the sensation of two fingers soothing your clit, a rather flaccid feel of a dick trying to prod itself fully into you. The man hovering over you grunted in disatisfaction at his sex softening to such a degree where it was a struggle to push it in. But to his surprise, his tip caught on your clit just right and descended down in between the slippery walls of your canal with such ease and experience. Leaving you to gasp, arching your body up off of the ground meeting against his damp skin.

This was a new experience, he was only half hard inside of her and it was a whole different story than when it was properly erect and rigid. He had to work himself back up to that state after running himself clean and dry from finishing so violently to the point of light-headedness and a slight stomach cramp. You didn’t know how to put together thoughts on how this felt, as it was something surreal to have steadily pumping back and forth through you. But something about how you would clench around his need made his arousal flood back in through the flow of blood in his body, fullness surely returning his size that’ll leave no crook in her pussy empty.

His nose bumped against hers as he adjusted himself to press his upper body strength in his hands to weigh down her legs even further, digging her knees back into the tarp’s material. Your walls were being actively spread apart from him growing his size within you in real time, and god, did your eyes just collapse to the back of your head from being utterly overwhelmed.

The sheer energy of his found itself everywhere around you, breathing you in shamelessly, like fresh air after nearly drowning in deep waters. His hips started to beat a rhythm on your ass even harder, forcing a loud ‘fuck!’ from the depths of your lungs, like a borderline scream. Want overtook his cloud of judgment as he let his dick work into places you never thought were reachable in the depths of your core, taking those legs of yours even farther away from each other to achieve a better angle.

And catching one allowed for a sort of growl to fly up directly out of his soul, taking a deep seat in that pussy made a man taste the better part of insanity momentarily. Every single time he found himself letting his dick rut a depraved message of sin into you, the act never bores his truest interests. Molding him into some pussy-whipped asshole, eliciting all those worked noises of incoherence based at the back of his throat.

Scrambling for the words only conjured a burning sensation to throb in every muscle that could flex and loll beneath his skin, craving to say something that’ll leave you gasping for more. Yet, it only seemed that the damn idea alone made him do all the gaping and mental begging for all that this good can offer. Fucking you with the vigor and classlessness of a barbarian, the very real sound of skin clapping aginst more skin. Nothing but the sound of desperate, soaked sex, mingling breathing of laborious desire for what the other could give up once that time comes.

“Stand tall in it, you animal.”

Now he found himself pressing his forehead directly on top of yours, eyes giving you an unrelenting look of irritation, you never pulled your gaze away from him even though your heart was knocking directly on the front of your chest as though it could burst any minute.

“I don’t think you know who the fuck you’re talking to like that.”

Making true emphasis on his statement, he sped up so inhumanly faster, urging your toes to separate, dropping your head to lie flat upon the crumpled plastic while you took every thrust like a professional. Voice inching towards the very edge of giving out from the amount of time you’ve spent sobbing and crying to heavens, the loudest you’ve ever been during sex happens when to be with some man in the middle of a clearing in a forest. A tremor spread throughout your all in the likeness of a epidemic, quaking from being shaken so hard your body can’t help but to have such a visceral reaction.

A twitch of him kissed directly into the sweetest of spots found right at the roof of your sex, tied hands of yours left your nails digging across the texture of the tarp that supported your bodies letting a long scratch sync up with a long moan. Drinking up your every sound only fueled the energy, the desire, to go on to fucking you wide open. He loved that little crack of your voice when his dick would bottom fully out in you, that bite of his tip on your cervix made your body just pause around him. As if your blood would freeze over for a moment’s notice, your body going into this brief state of paralysis, the mental block would leave you all types of breathless and stagnant.

Your lower body instinctively jerked upwards to meet his hips in perfect unison, you couldn’t help it, when the pressure bubbled up in the pits of your stomach it was a losing game trying to control yourself from chasing that sensation down. It was hot behind your slit, pressing your muscles out to allow for whatever it was that wanted to come out, to flow out as it pleased. You couldn’t tell if you honestly needed to pee, or if it was that other bit that told a long story of how good at fucking you he really was. Whatever it was, it’s contents were seeping out in gentle streams down the curve of your bottom to catch in between the connection of your back and the plastic.

His own body had him feel the pressure of his own load usher itself in, ready for that pleading event of finally climaxing like he hadn’t in years. That slick mess that made up between your thighs only aided all that blood to pool in the right areas, where he wanted them the most, in the places where you would love them the best. Veins popping through his skin were the best part of him being seated all inside you, you could feel their very shapes snaking down to the base, meeting back to his pelvis where they disappeared behind a short bush of dark hairs.

Chasing pleasure as if it’ll slip through the spaces of their fingers, both of them left in wonder at the type of emotions they were able to bring up and out of the other. She knew his strength wavered as time went on with him trying to put off this image that he couldn’t tire, his head slipped off of hers falling to rest to the right of her, parting his lips to get a good lick of her neck. Her taste made him see black and blue behind his eyelids once his eyes closed up, sliding his taste buds leisurely from behind your ears driving it downwards to make it to the dip that was your collarbones.

Using a relaxed hand to guide your head even further away from that curious mouth of his to gain better access to the current half of your neck he was on. Sucking in the thin layer of skin that was pulled taut over your jugular, tracing the outline of its shape with such precision and dedication, it made you clench from how much it caused a warm throb to situate itself right between the folds that made up her middle.

He switched to the other side of her throat, leaning her head in the opposite direction and ravishing it dearly, he was so sure being drunk off of a woman proved to be very much possible. Planting his dick in that consistent area where he was so pleased to find when he first slid deep into you, leaving him breathless and oh, so damn ready to drill through that orgasm he craved so badly.

“Good fucking agni…”

You couldn’t possibly measure how much energy you left in you to continue letting this man to fuck you like he did, so exhausted and yet all you were there doing was laying down and taking it all. Inch by inch, stroke by stroke, beads of sweat turned to full on trails coming down from the top of your forehead, in the name of the heat the both of you have radiating off of your entangled bodies. Truly, it was a spectacle, it went on and on and on as though the act itself would see no end in its game, your hands had fallen asleep and gone numb from being laid on top of them for so long.

Submitting to his whims for the moment so that he’d let you leave later, sputtering and fighting to breathe in fresh air as he was now pressed in deep on your cervix, fucking you so far out of your common sense your brain started to short-circuit into but a stir of him. At this point no legible words could be recognized within the splurge of syllables and noises that would flow seamlessly out, heated and unfiltered fighting beyond the cold, still atmosphere that was the evening.

By Agni himself, all the warmth that made up the internals of your frame sank down at such a sudden rate you saw shapes and patterns flickering at you behind your eyelids. He removed that steady grip from the back of your knees to grab a fist full of the heavy tarp material to keep up with the general force he set for himself, feeling his body starting to crack from the pressure of his own standards. But he needed to take advantage of that power trip you gave him, hands tied back, folded into a position that oozed nothing but submission towards him, you were so helpless and it made him want to finish using you in the way that he pleases.

Your canines latched onto his shoulder, dipping completely down in the flexed muscles that made it up. Stomach caving in on itself as you allowed most of your body to embrace the weakness of getting closer and closer to your high, also due to the exhaustion intermingling with everything else. Such a dizzying encounter reducing you down to near delirium, all that he would supply you with in the form of giving never failed to make you but a mound clay, eager to be meshed and molded by the whims of predilection.

Meekness overcame his spirit, you could interpret that in the way he kissed you so suddenly. Intuitively, you accepted the kiss with open arms, parting your lips enough for it to traverse head first into a proper kiss. Tongues gnawing upon one another in a knot of attraction that consumed the both of them, placing the two in nothing but their own little bubble of ardor.

The unshakable tension of that home stretch just before finishing rocked their entire conscience, strings of a mixed mess from the continuous spill of essence connected their hips and popped apart once he moved too far back. The both of them contributing to the sizable puddle made up of nothing short of enthusiasm, ardency, even a sort of unbridled dedication.

Eyes snapping open at a particular point in the height of it all, you breathed out a long cry of urgency, a profound sense enveloping you at the time he punched down into you at a certain point. His hips were coming at you even more vehemently than before, ricocheting his dick in between the inner reaches of your guts beyond what your mind could even comprehend at the time. If your hands weren’t bound, they’d fly to his back, nails anchoring themselves into his bulky flesh as a testament of nothing but raw satisfaction. His stomach laid itself on top of yours and he could feel his own dick snapping back and forth against the front of your abdomen, the swell of his sex licking down your insides with a certain fervor that left him utterly out of his right mind.

And so it hit him, it hit you, it came down on you both at the same precise time that it hit the other. The couple let a final, desperate attempt of a moan leave their lips in mutual gratification. With all the warmth they had housed, regressing away to where the cold could now quietly seep into their tryst, the only thing that was keeping it out of consideration.

You were riding that enjoyable high that was cloud nine, until a considerable weight collapsed down on your front with absolutely nothing holding it back. It winded you of course, which brought you back to your grounded state. You couldn’t decipher from where you were if he went to sleep or just laid there out of weariness. Whatever it was, you planned on escaping out of, to get away from this man-being that kept you here in the first place.

Moving one of your legs to snake from underneath his arms, and come up and over his head to turn your body to the side facing a nearby tree where his other things sat. You attempted the same for the other leg shimmying from underneath his dead weight being laid on you, and sat up to scoot over towards the area where a short blade sat appropriately. Leaning over, your fingers fumbled it a couple of times before even being able to take it properly in your hands.

Pointing it downwards, you carefully sliced on through the thick material that made up the rope, seeing as he had you bound pretty nicely with some truly complex knots. It took a long moment of precision, the material was thick and not being able to hold the blade to the more fitting angle only extended the process into more work.

Once the rope was cut enough to dangle worlds more loosely around your wrists, you dropped the blade and took your hands from out of the bound and sighed profoundly in relief. The rope left deep burns in your skin, characteristically hot to the touch with a dull pain when touched or rubbed into. However none of that would matter as you were set on getting home and finally laying inside the warm layers that was your bed.

You stumbled slightly trying to get up for the first time, limping over to the other tree where your robes and bra still lay lifeless and dress yourself for some form of decency. Realizing you could find your panties anywhere because the man had torn them apart. You were thankful to have clothes that drop down to your feet, so that wasn’t a real problem for you.

Relighting that torch you had with a couple of stones that crackled a small spark, you were set to be on your way back to the castle and get back inside before dawn.

However, a loud sense of curiosity had you thinking twice about wanting to leave. Curiosity on the face that lied behind that elusive mask.

Turning towards him, your eyes never left his resting figure, most likely due to the very real fact of him lying face down completely naked. But it seemed as thought that mask was already undoing itse from around his face and you could see eyelashes dusting over his cheek followed by a long strand of jet black hair.

You crawled over to him, being extra mindful of the amount of noise you made while approaching him. Ever so gently reaching out near his face, you inched over the mask to get a clearer on who this man was exactly.

Out of thousands of people that resided within the four nations, and you would’ve never in your life guess it was the very man whom you missed so much.

Zuko.

#avatar the last airbender #atla zuko #zuko x reader #zuko x poc reader #zuko x you #zuko x y/n #zuko fanfic #zuko smut #avatar zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko avatar #adult zuko #the blue spirit #blue spirit fanfic #avatar: the last airbender #a:tla #atla fanfic #atla fanfiction #ᯓᡣ𐭩𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬–

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the-winter-spider · 11 months ago

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Good Guy | S.H

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None? Angst?

A/N: Yall i havent posted in ages, im still very much active reading everyone elses writings buuut im deciding to go thru and post everything i have in my docs, maybe finally fix my master list 💀🤭 we’ll see! Enjoy

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You were sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over as you turned to look over your shoulder at him snoring peacefully while you were holding your breath trying to savour this moment before the reality of what happened last night crushed you.

You knew what it was, it was ‘the world is most likely ending and the girl ive been in love with since high school still doesn’t love me back’ sex. Because there was no logical way Steve had feelings for you of any sort that would make him want to tear your clothes off and litter your bruised and scarred body with such tender kisses, whispering the sweetest of words in your ear, then proceed to hold you in his arms while he falls asleep.

There was no way in any world upside right or down that it was anything more than that.

You sighed, finally pushing yourself off the bed, tip-toeing around his room to gather the pieces of your clothing, ushering as quickly and quietly to his bathroom as you could. You wanted to avoid the mirror so bad, you were disgusted with yourself, not for sleeping with him, no but for letting your self think for a mere second that it was anything but sex to him. In all honesty it was probably just an itch he wanted to scratch, you were probably just a flavour of ice cream he was lingering on for a while something no one else in their right mind would pick but once you’ve tried all the other flavours you were the only one left.

Pathetic. That's all you were, you slipped off his boxers letting your tears hit the ground with them. The cotton fabric catches your salty waters as they hit the tile.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” you whispered to yourself pulling on own clothes, before sliding out of his room and house.

The morning spring air hit you refreshingly as you closed your eyes, stopping to gather your thoughts for a brief moment, steadying yourself and the whirlwind of emotions going through your head.

You knew you had to hurry home and change to be ready to meet at the Wheeler's house for 9:00am sharp to discuss your next moves with Vecna, and arriving with Steve while you were still in yesterday’s clothes would raise suspicion, questions and leave you open for friendly banter and teasing but more importantly you didnt wanna still be at Steve’s house when he woke up, you couldn't handle seeing the pure regret in his eyes, the shame that would be radiating off of him, surely that would be your tipping point.

You looked at your watch, 9:00AM “Shit” you mumbled, downing the rest of your coffee like it was a shot at a party, you quickly tied the laces on your converse before running across the street to the Wheelers.

You let out a huff of hair, running your hand through your hair before knocking, the door whipped open revealing Robin “Oh! I'm so glad to see you” She grabbed your arm, yanking you inside, “We've been here all but maybe 10 minutes and everyone is already arguing” She threw her hands up “Can you believe that? it's too early for this!” You reached the door to the basement as Robin loudly started troting down “Y/n is finally here!”

You reached the bottom of the stairs giving a small wave and smile looking everywhere but the brown haired boy in the corner whose eyes you could feel piercing into you “Hi” your voice quiet before manurving your way to the side, far away from Steve.

You were sitting legs crossed on the wheelers couch, you could hear a buzzing surrounding you, squeezing your eyes shut, rubbing your temples you weren’t sure if at this point if it was the headache you’ve been nursing for a few days, the lack of sleep, or all the tears you cried this morning in Steve’s bathroom. All the voices of your friends overlapping one another mushing into a single sound.

tick, tick, tick, tick

“So we now know Max is one of Vecna’s targets, we just have to.…” Nancy spoke her voice trailing off as you tuned it out. Their chatter immersed into one inconvenient noise to you, the pounding in your head overpowering the conversation no one cared that you weren't taking part in. Even though you have always been more of a listener, never giving suggestions because someone always had a better one. You were just here to do as you were told and make sure no one else got hurt because they all had families, parents, people who loved them, you didn’t. And if one of your dumb ideas led to the possibility of one of them getting hurt or worse ending up dead, you would never be able to forgive yourself, so you stayed out of it.

You found picking at your pant leg was a better distraction, wasting all the energy you had on making the hole in your pants bigger than it already was, revealing a scar on your knee that you obtained last year running from russians, when for a brief moment the buzzing stopped and your sense zeroed in on the trickling cool wetness you felt on your upper lip and your eyes growing wide as you watched a single droplet of blood land on your jeans.

You moved your hand to catch the rest of the droplets when you looked up your eyes met Max’s, her eyebrows raised in shock before they softened as she watched a tear run down your cheek “Guys” she spoke, her voice could barely be heard over Steve arguing with Nancy that he didn’t want to be a babysitter anymore “GUYS!” she screamed even louder as all eyes turned to her

Steve and Nancy both turned their heads to her yelling “What?!”

Max lifted up her hand, directing her finger to point directly at you, suddenly one by one all pairs of eyes turned to you

“Holy shit” Dustin muttered “Holy shit!” He got louder as he pieced it together.

“No” Steve froze “No, no, no” He was panicking suddenly the room felt heavy, the air was leaving his lungs as he watched blood dripping from your nose.

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rockstvrdotcom · 2 years ago

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It's 💅anon again!!!!

Can you pls do a s/o who like to bite or mark their partner/mate a lot??? (NSFW or SFW all fine)

With EJ, Masky and Hoodie pls 🥺🥺🥺

ej, masky, and hoodie with a s/o that likes to bite

ej, masky, hoodie x reader (nsfw but mostly sfw in there)

HI NONNIEEE!! the first work u asked for is otw!! i just decided to post this one first because the other is longer lol

tw/cw: marking/biting (duhhh), nsfw, guys theres gore in the photos so beware, fem reader, mentions of blood, scratching, cigarette burns on skin/clothes, spanking, slapping, slight somnophilia kink

EYELESS JACK

you like to mark him:

at first he was reluctant, he thought his skin was already ruined enough at it was. you assured him that it's fine, and that he's the most handsome boy you've ever laid your eyes on. (you both cringed at that but he lowk loved it cos hes canonically insecure abt his skin)

once you did it the first time.. this man could not get enough. literally begged you to do it over and over again. he's obsessed with it. you almost got tired of it (you could never tho)

loves when you leave little kitten licks on the mark; he loves the feeling so much like he could just eat you

loves when your on top of him as you give him hickeys— especially when your sitting on top of him and your hips are grinding against his.

lets out really silent whimpers as you mark him, so silent you don't even hear them most of the time. but when you're near his throat, you can faintly hear them.

gets hard so easily from you biting/marking him.

obsessed with when you have lipstick on and leave little lipstick stains on his cheeks or really any part of his body.

...loves when you mark him near the base of his cock— whether its lipstick stains or his hickeys. he just loves seeing the marks as he jerks off when your not around him. (yall im going to hell)

he likes to mark you:

after he begins to mark you he does not stop. sucks on the skin until its a dark purple/green.

sometimes he even likes to bite through the skin and lick up the blood— if you're okay with it of course.

gets really turned on when you let him break skin, usually ends up in him bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you silly. the blood gets him so riled up.

whenever you both are not busy he constantly has his teeth in your neck; not all the time but often. sometimes he'll just sneak up behind you and take a bite like you're some sort of snack.

he likes to mark you around your collarbone and neck; makes you wear v necks around the mansion so people can see the piece of art he created on your neck.

he was really gentle with it at first— asking you if it hurt or if you were ok. he has a higher pain tolerance than normal he has a hard time knowing the limits, but when you tell him it's ok and tell him you want more? he just can't help himself.

if he's marking you and you both have nothing to do it usually always ends up in him dicking you down. this mans sex drive is HIGH

asks you to sit on his lap any chance he gets and let him mark you.

guys this man is just so obsessed with marking— gn.

MASKY

you like to mark him:

masky n tim are very different.. tim is such a sweetie pie but masky is a whole 'nother thing. but lets talk about masky

this man.. he's so down bad for you marking him like the second you asked he started rushing you to come over here and start sucking on his neck.

all that and he still won't ever take off his mask— but maybe he'll lift it just enough for you to leave lipstick stains and hickeys down his jawline.

i don't even know whether he prefers the lipstick stains or hickeys. he loves when you break skin though, he's just so into it and it gets him so hot n sweaty.

also obsessed with the way you leave scratch marks down his back when he pounds into you, likes looking at them in the mirror and how they burn in the shower

when you're leaving marks around his neck you can really smell the earthy/woody scent he has.. and a faint smell of cigarettes' on him.

likes when you mark him as hes smoking a cig; two of his favorite things at the same time? sign him up

has to have some sort of grip on your thighs while you mark him, he's obsessed with your thighs.

it js makes him so horny when you have your teeth sunken down into his skin.

wants you to leave lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt or hoodie.. idk man he js loves it.

he likes to mark you

oh boy

he lifts up his mask just enough so he can bite you and taste your skin.

thighs. leaves scratches, bites, kisses all over your thighs. he just can't stop man.

begs you to let him mark you all the time, even though it lowk humiliates him.

"please, pretty. i wan' everyone to know your mine."

leaves scratch marks all over your ass and back, idk he's just obsessed with it.

the whole marking thing rlly plays into his obsession with letting everybody know your his. he's really possesive.

this one might be a lil.. yk. but if you're okay with it and let him, he likes to leave cigarette burns on your thighs. something about stubbing out a cigarette 0n you just does something to him. or he likes leaving cigarette burns on your clothes that you don't mind being ruined.

the way he marks you is just so diverse, you don't know whats next, a bite or??

also likes to spank you or js see your ass red.. seeing the pretty light red shade on your ass does something to him. when you guys are fucking he'll grip/spank your ass hard, he likes seeing his hand prints on your ass.

HOODIE

you like to mark him

when it comes to marking, hoodie and brian are relatively similar but hoodies way more kinky w/ it.

hoodie does not hesitate to do it in public. begs you to mark him all over while you guys are in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of people around.

wants you to leave them in the most noticeable places like his neck and jaw.

he just wants you all over him honestly. he wants you ontop of him littering his chest with kisses and hickies. hes so obsessed with you marking him and you can smell the strong but faint smell of cologne on him (idk how that works dont ask me)

looks down his shirt randomly just to see the marks you left on him.

every time he sees one fading he asks you to do it again.

just like ej he likes when you leave marks near the base of his dick, it just adds to the pleasure when the forming hickey is throbbing while you're sucking him off.

he likes to mark you

doesn't stop once he starts.

hes kinda a sadist tbh

doesn't do anything like cigarette burns like masky. but likes to take a smoke while you mark him. he doesn't smoke often though.

hickeys and lipstick stains are his favorite. slapping you and seeing the red slowly creep onto your face tops all of that + bruises aswell.

doesn't slap you just to inflict pain; surprisingly. he just wants to see the red marks on your pretty 'lil face

takes pictures of the marks he left on you with his camera and jerks off to them later.

praises you but also degrades you at the same time as he marks you.

"fuck, you're my cute lil' slut aren't you? so adorable with my hickeys all over her."

grips at your thighs hard while you guys are fucking; hard enough to leave dark bruises. he admires then while you sit on his lap later on.

speaking of sitting on his lap,, he loves when you're sitting ontop of him or you're on your knees infront of him as he lightly slaps you on the face, just enough to leave his handprint.

also likes spanking your ass and leaving bruises on it

squeezes your ass later to hear you wince in slight pain.

marks you while your sleeping and likes to see your reaction when you wake up

kisses the marks he leaves on you

#smut #marble hornets #marble hornets smut #eyeless jack smut #hoodie smut #masky smut #masky x reader #eyeless jack x reader #hoodie x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #masky #eyeless jack

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jsbluu · 13 days ago

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left on seen | chapter 34: y/nsung official date

➨ chapter 33: get that d! | left on seen masterlist | next

➨ hi.. guys….. long time no see LOL ! i’m so sorry yall i’ve been slacking so bad ugh i just have no motivation to finish left on seen 😞 BUT DO NOT WORRY IM NOT QUITTING daddy will persevere. also reader is implied to be shorter than jisung so i’m sorry my tall queens..

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you nervously step outside your dorm, the chill of the winter is still lingering in the air despite spring on its way. you hear a buzz from your pocket and pull out your phone, seeing a notification at the top of your screen. it’s jisung.

jisung 🔥🔥: hey :] i’m almost there

y/n: i just left ! be there soon :3

when you reach the meeting spot, you see him standing there by the main building of your campus, face buried in the screen on his phone. you feel your heart start to race when he looks up at you, and the only thing you can do is smile softly.

“hi.” you greet him, hoping your voice doesn’t give away the butterflies in your stomach.

“hi.” he replies, his voice soft, and you can tell he’s a little nervous, which makes you feel better about everything.

a few seconds of awkward silence pass before jisung finally speaks up.

“ready to go?”

you nod and smile again. you fall into step beside him, and the two of you begin to walk the path.

it’s quiet, besides your footsteps crunching on the gravel beneath your shoes. a slight breeze picks up, making you pull on your long sleeve a little tighter around your arms, but it doesn’t do much to help. so much for ningning telling you, “a ho never gets cold!”. you glance up at jisung, whose hands are buried in his hoodie pockets, looking more relaxed than you feel.

“i’ve actually never been to this park before” jisung says, scratching the back of his head.

“really?” you ask, looking over at him surprised. “it’s really nice, there’s a pond and a little trail to walk through. i promise you’ll like it”

he smiles at your rambling, a habit that he’s grown to love, along with other things. he smiles before speaking

“i usually go to the one behind my dorm but.. there’s always too many people so i just end up walking past it.” he says sheepishly.

you giggle at how awkward he is, but you understand how he feels. he’s just as shy as you, if that was even possible.

as you enter the park, you feel a sense of calmness wash over you. maybe it was the fact that you were here with jisung made everything better, or the fact that it was barely packed. either way is a good possibility.

“there!” you say pointing towards a large tree that sits just next to the pond. the roots are spread out at the base so there’s enough room for you two to set your blanket down, it’s like it was meant to be.

jisung glances over, nodding with a small smile, “let’s go then”

you both make your way over, jisung taking the blanket from you and laying it on the ground (like the gentleman he is), you set down the picnic basket in the middle before sitting down, patting the space next to you for him to join. he sits down beside you, a little too far for your liking, but who are you to complain?

after a few minutes of you two munching on the snacks you made along with the help of your friends, of course, since you can’t be trusted in the kitchen alone after last time, you start to feel really chilly.

you try to focus on the conversation, but the cold is becoming harder to ignore. you pull your arms tighter around yourself, hoping that your body heat will kick in and warm you up. but it doesn’t.

you glance over at jisung, hoping he hasn’t noticed, but of course he did.

“are you cold..” jisung asks, his brows furrowing in concern. if you weren’t freezing to death, you might’ve pointed out how cute he looked right now, so worried about you because you’re shaking like a leaf next to him.

“i’m okay, just a little chilly” you reassure and fail, the shakiness in your voice instantly betrays you.

without hesitation, he pulls off his light blue zip up hoodie, revealing the oasis t-shirt he’s wearing underneath (that he has no business looking that good in). he holds the jacket out to you, his face soft but you can tell he’s worried, “here, take it. you need it more than i do.”

you shake your head, holding your palm out to push it back into jisung’s hand, “no, you’ll get cold”. he shakes his head, pushing it back towards you, “i’m fine. please?” he pleads.

you hesitantly take it, slipping your arms into the sleeves and zipping it up halfway. the fabric swallows you whole, the oversized hoodie falling off your shoulders and your fingertips are barely peeking through the cuffs. it’s way too big on you, but in the best way possible, like you’re wearing his warmth around you.

jisung watches you for a second, his heart skipping a beat. the sight of you in his hoodie, so small and snug in the loose fabric, does something to him. he’s suddenly hyper aware of your size difference and it’s making him lose his mind.

he swallows hard, there’s no reason for him to have these thoughts when you’re right next to him.

“thank you” you murmur, unable to hide the smile that’s crawling on your face.

he smiles back before replying, “it looks good on you” his voice nervous but genuine.

you look down at the hoodie, gently pulling on the fabric, “it’s kinda huge on me” you admit, a small giggle leaving your lips.

he smiles, his gaze softening. “yeah but it looks good on you.”

you don’t respond right away, your mind drifting someplace else. all you can think about right now is how close he is and how badly you wanna jump his bones. you shake the thought away, trying to focus on something else.

not even a few minutes pass when you notice jisung is shaking now, his body stiff as he sits against the tree and you can tell he’s trying to be nonchalant with the way he’s replying to you.

“you’re cold aren’t you?” you ask, smiling at how stubborn he was before when he insisted on not needing the jacket

he shrugs his shoulders, leaning further into the tree, “just a little.”

you shake your head and smile before scooting closer to him, your shoulders brushing up against each other. the sudden warmth makes the both of you feel a little better, but you can’t tell if it’s your body heat or from the fact that you’re pressed up against each other.

his breath hitches for a moment, but he doesn’t pull away. his hand slowly reaches out, gently brushing up against yours. his hand lingers there for a moment, testing the waters before interlacing his fingers with yours.

you look up at him, heart pounding so hard in your chest you feel like it’s gonna fall out.

“better?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nods, his thumb gently tracing against the back of your hand before squeezing it gently,

“better.”

the walk back to your dorm feels different, the park is long behind you now and the path is much quieter since it’s already dark out. it’s colder than it was earlier, but jisung’s hand in yours makes you forget about it.

“so” jisung starts out quietly, “did you have fun today?”

you smile and look up at him, nodding, “i did. it was perfect actually”

he grins back at you, looking away. a few seconds pass before he speaks up again, his voice sounding insecure, “i was worried i was gonna mess it up or something”

you raise an eyebrow, looking up at him again, “why? you didn’t mess anything up.”

he hesitates for a second before speaking, sounding even more nervous than before. “well i guess i keep thinking about how i ignored you before the party, you know? that wasn’t right of me, i thought i had completely lost my chance.”

you squeeze his hand, silently reassuring him. “that was a while ago, jisung. trust me, you’ve made it up to me. are we forgetting what happened at the party?” you smile, teasing him a bit.

his face flushes and he looks down at the ground again with a smile, embarrassed after being reminded of the kiss, “yeah, i guess i can’t deny that.”

the silence between you both isn’t awkward; it’s comfortable, loving even. you’re so lost in the moment just walking with him that you didn’t even realize you were already back at your doorstep.

“i’m really glad we did this,” jisung said, his voice a little more serious now.

“me too” you smile softly, looking up at him.

he looks around a bit before speaking up again, “so.. i guess ill see you tomorrow in class?”

you nod, eager to see him again tomorrow as if he isn’t standing in front of you, “yeah, definitely.”

without thinking, he moves so he’s standing closely in front of you. his hand that was holding onto yours moves so it’s cupping your cheek, and his eyes lock onto your lips. your breath catches when you feel his breath against your face, his nose so close to yours they’re almost touching.

he hesitates for a moment, his eyes moving to meet yours and for a second, you can see how hard he’s trying to control himself. but the way you’re looking at him? that’s all the permission he needs.

his lips meet yours, slow at first like he’d been waiting all day to do this, even longer. his hand moves from your cheek to the base of your neck, pulling you closer. your hands grip his sides as he tilts his head and leans even further into you. there’s a silent urgency in the way he’s kissing you now, like he can’t get enough of you even though you’re right here in his arms.

when you finally break apart, you’re both completely out of breath. his forehead rests against yours for a second, his back hurting from having to bend down to your level but he couldn’t care less when he had you in front of him like this.

“okay.. i really don’t want to leave right now..” he says, his voice a little breathless.

you laugh and your fingers curl into his shirt, “then don’t.”

he pulls back and you feel a small pang of disappointment when you aren’t wrapped in his warm embrace anymore. he’s still smiling at you, a little dazed like he’s in a trance.

“goodnight, y/n” he says before finally parting ways.

you watch him walk away until he’s out of your view. you take a deep breath, trying to regulate your breathing and take in everything that just happened.

you go to unlock your door, only to have it swing open before you can even touch the handle.

ningning, liz, and gaon nearly fall out of the door, looking like they just saw a ghost.

“jesus christ” gaon breaths, his jaw dropping. “you guys were eating each other!!”

“is that even allowed in public??” liz adds, blinking.

ningning stands on the side, giving you a proud look and nodding before speaking, “that was kind of hot.”

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the-record · 1 year ago

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COWBOYS LIKE YOU

SYNOPSIS: you should stop letting her through that door

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: a touch of homophobia

A/N: this isnt great, and makes me sad, but i like it!! trying to be a little less dialogue focused

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“do you have to go?” your voice is soft as abby lets the question linger in the air. “i hate it when you leave. its lonely.”

her fingers slide carefully up and down your arm and she sighs. “im sorry angel.” abby wraps her arms around you and pulls tight, trying to get you as close as possible. “you know it ain’t safe for us out there though.”

you knew she was right, seen first hand just what people think about sappho and her friends. felt the rage and anger that came when two women who just loved each other.

these nights with her were nice. the sun still going down and the heat with it. crickets started their song and birds finishing theirs. you had pulled the sheets up halfway when it cooled, the sweat on yalls skin disappearing with the breeze.

abbys nails were kept short always, but theyd begin to grow out and were gently scratching at your skin. her hair had finally grown out again and you twisted it around your fingers.

when you’d found her that night, you had to bring her back. clean up her hair, her wounds, her clothes. you couldnt leave a sweet thing like her out in the cold to die. or the boy that was with her. you never did see him again, but it meant more time just you and her.

“i can stay one more day. but then i ought to get back on.” she pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you get some rest now, let me make us somethin’ warm and good for dinner.” you whine as she untangles herself from you, but only laughs before leaving the room.

you don’t remember when you nodded off, but you do remember waking up to something smelling good. she stumbled in with a tray full of plates and cups. she smiled when she saw you sit up.

“well good mornin’ sunshine.” you rolled your eyes as abby settled in beside you. “now, no more of that attitude, not when i made you somethin’ nice.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “now i know good and well that you, abby anderson, are not talking.” she returned the eye roll, albeit not very well. “now what is on my menu tonight mrs anderson?”

abby always left without warning, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. but you always managed to make a move on from her, prepared with the fact that she may never be back for you.

you tended to the farm, your cows. made breakfast and dinner each and every day, sweet tea and lemonade for the hot afternoons. you did afternoon tea in the ladies parlor on saturdays and church on sundays. you kept on the way you always did, never missing a beat.

until a fateful cool evening when someone came knocking on your screen, scaring you half to death as you stirred beside the stove. you sighed as you made your way to the door, wiping your hands on the apron you had on.

you nearly tripped over your own feet seeing abby at your door. took everything in you not to rush and pull her in.

she was different than when you last saw her. new clothes, hair in a loose braid, cuts and blood all over. but you didn’t yet even open the door, she had much to say first.

“before i even start, know how sorry i am. know i didnt mean for it to be this long.” she winced as she leaned on her other leg. “i wanted to come, truly i did, but ive been running all over hell’s half acre. i had business.”

you huffed, pulling the door open and taking her with you to the kitchen. “im so sorry angel, please talk to me.” you sat her down on a stool before heading back to your dinner. “what do i need to do to make it all better?”

she quieted down when you didnt respond, watching you cook. she always loved watching you do household things. made her feel right at home again.

she smiled when you sat her bowl down infront of her, stopping and staring with a frown. she wanted to tell you how pretty you were but held off, you scared her quiet a bit. her hands moved to your hips but you slapped them away and grabbed the wet rag she hadnt noticed.

“eat your damn food.” she slowly spooned the meal into her mouth as you wiped at the old cuts on her face. she winced and pulled away but you pulled back. “stop movin’ when im tryna fix you up.” she nodded as softly as possible.

when you finished, you took the rag and half finished plate with you, pulling the fork from abbys mouth. “go wash up, you will not be dirty in my house.” she nodded, though you weren’t looking, and left to the bathroom.

the plate sat on the counter as you heard her harsh steps up your stairs. you held your head in your hands and took a shaky breath.

you didnt expect her to come back. figured it was final this time. and you certainly didnt expect her at your door like that. you had to pull it together though, couldnt let her see you like this.

you washed up and wiped the kitched till it was spotless before heading upstairs to abby. she was still sitting tending to her wounds when you found her. “you’re doing it wrong.” she dropped what she was doing and slouched. “let me.”

you were gentle with your touch, knowing it was always what she needed. she lived such a hard life that sometimes she needed a gentle touch, some loving. “what in the god damn world did you get yourself into this time?” abby sniffed and you looked up for the first time.

“i hate going out there. i dont wanna anymore.” you hushed her, pulled her close. “can i stay?”

“you can do whatever you want.” you kissed her face, running your fingers through her hair. “im here no matter what you decide.” she nodded and squeezed your hand. “now let me fix up these stitches. you have no idea what your doing. bless your heart.” she laughed softly and you copied. “seriously though, sit still for me.”

“im sorry i always leave.”

it was a quiet night. crickets too tired to so much as hum, and the cow sleeping to forget the chill of the dark. the house had a chill but you and abby huddled to ignore it. it was peaceful. you missed this peace.

you hummed in response, leaning on her chest to see her face. “so don’t.” but she said nothing. did nothing. “abby…”

she shook her head. “im sorry.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson angst #abby anderson

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mythica0 · 8 months ago

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Levity

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Hermes

Summary: Hermes decides to cause a little mischief in the most fun way he knows how.

A/N: FUCK IT IM WRITING FOR EPIC. I am obsessed with Hermes and also very lee for him. Like there is a primal need within me to be wrecked by this man. This was very fueled by my lee mood and said desire to be wrecked by Hermes. (I basically just wrote what I wanted but happening to Odysseus haha) Hope yall enjoy this very self indulgent thing I wrote! :D

Cw for some pretty intense tickles

(P.S don’t question how Hermes does stuff it’s God Magic)

Levity

Hermes was bored. He had nothing to do, and he wasn’t the type to just sit around. No, he wanted to cause chaos. He wanted to spread mischief and jokes and make someone laugh or groan or smile, or even better, all of the above.

He decided to target his great grandson, and also his friend, Odysseus.

Ody had been on a journey after the Trojan war to get home, it’s been a month or so, and they were still just sailing. Hermes decided that the captain could use a little levity, a break from the monotony of daily life.

So he flew over to the ship and snuck on, heading towards the captains quarters.

Odysseus was working on some sort of Nondescript Work. Sitting at his desk with a quill in hand.

It wasn’t fun, but it was necessary. He stayed up late into the night, gazing out at the moon and ocean outside.

He started to feel as though he was being watched. He gazed around the room, but after not seeing anything he brushed it off.

Meanwhile, Hermes was snuck in the corner and ready to begin to cause some trouble. He started by slowly and steadily raising the.. ahem.. sensitivities… of the captain.

At first it wasn’t noticeable, after all nothing was actively tickling him, so how would he know he was getting increasingly ticklish with each passing second?

But then- the motion of his clothes against his skin felt tingly. And then the air blowing past his neck made him want to scrunch up.

Eventually it got to a point where any sort of motion at all made him giggle, and at this point he knew something, or rather, someone was messing with him.

“Alrihihight who’s doing that.” He did his best not to move to much, as every motion sent waves of ticklishness through him.

Hermes flew out, showing himself.

“Hey there, Odysseus!” He giggled, smiling tauntingly.

“Ohof course it’s you, Hermes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And whatever is that supposed to mean?”

“You like to cause trouble. This seheems on brand for you. Now can you please return me to normal? I’d appreciate being able to move without laughing.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Well, I mean, I can, I just don’t want to.”

Odysseus groaned.

“In fact, I think I’m going to take advantage of this~”

“What does that mean- HermeHEEHES!” He was cut off by his own laughter as the god flew over to him, scratching gently at his ribs.

Odysseus immediately knew this was going to suck. Hermes was barely touching him and yet he was already incapacitated by the sensation. It was so much stronger than it would’ve been normally.

“Hehermehehes cuhuhut ihit ohohout!”

“No way! This is so much fun! Dont you agree~?”

“Absohoholuhuhutely nohoHOT.” He lied between loud fits of laughter. It was so BAD and he was barely touching him! His increased sensitivity was extremely apparent, his nerves lighting up and firing rapidly at the smallest touch. But despite that- it was kinda.. fun? He couldn’t understand why, but the unbelievably ticklish feelings plaguing his nervous system felt good. It felt nice to just let go and laugh his head off, unable to do anything to stop it.

“I don’t think that’s the truth~ you seem to be having a good time to me~.”

“NohohoHo IHIM NOHOT- EEHEEHAAHA” peals of laughter echoed from him as he tried to protest, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Hermes moved up, starting to tickle the underarms of the king. This was a much worse spot for him, and his laughter became louder. He couldn’t breathe, but yet it felt so nice. He was giddy with the feeling, pounding his fists on his desk to try and expel some of the happy, ticklish energy building up within him.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ aren’t you such a ticklish little thing~ yes you are, yes you are!” Hermes teased, giggling with him.

Odysseus blushed furiously, and covered his face, but was unable to form words through his laughter. Hermes saw that he was struggling to breathe, so he lowered his ticklishness back down. Not fully to its normal levels, but enough so that he could get a good breath in.

“HErmehehehes plehehehease stohohop! I cahahant Tahahake ihihit!” Tears of joy had formed in his eyes, and he was struggling to not let them fall.

“Aww, don’t say that, I believe in you! And you better hope I’m right~, cause I don’t plan on stopping aaaanytime soon~” the trickster moved his hands to Odysseus’ tummy, squeezing gently.

“Uhughh, yohohoure a jeheherk!”

Hermes scoffed in mock offense. “Uh! You have the audacity to call a god a jerk? I come in here to provide some levity and I get called a jerk?! I cannot let that slide.”

“Yohou cahame hehere fohor ehentertahainmehent ahand yohou knohow ihit!”

“Yeah, I did. I also came here because I wanted to see some laughter, is that such a crime? And your sass is unwarranted. I’m turning your sensitivity back up-“

“Whahahait dohohont- ihihim sohorhorry!” The phrase ended in a squealing laugh as Hermes made good on his promise, turning his ticklishness up extremely.

“Are you actually sorry or are you just saying that so I’ll stop? Cause I have a feeling it’s the second one. And that’s fine- it just means I’ll have to tickle and tickle and tickle until you mean it! Doesn’t that sound like fun~”

Any protests the captain tried to make were consumed by his booming laughter, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. His nerves were on fire in the best way, every bone in his body telling him to laugh. He felt as though the tickling sensation was at his very core, going deep into his body and mind.

Floods of dopamine hit his systems, overwhelmed by the tickles. He couldn’t stop laughing, he couldn’t stop smiling, and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. It was unbearable in such a good way, shocking his nerves over and over with light, bubbly, happy feelings. Tears had long since fallen, the overwhelming happiness and laughter forming as droplets.

All the while Hermes kept teasing, his lilting voice so flustering. Hermes was also having the time of his life, seeing someone who was usually so sad and stoic broken down into heavy fits of laughter, wide smile splitting his face.

Just then the playful god had an idea for a game, he stopped for a moment, allowing Odysseus to catch his breath.

The laughter died down into smaller giggles, perpetuated by the phantom sensations left behind.

“Hey, Odysseus~ how about we play a game, hmm~?”

“Oho gohoodnehess.. hehermes plehehease, I cahahant!”

“All you have to do is laugh~ and you’re already doing great! All I’m going to do is harvest some of the delicious laughter that’s all over this farmland~” he taunted, scooping up Odysseus and plopping him on his bed on his back, and then straddling him.

“Whahahahat? EHeehAHa!” His laughter increased in intensity once more as Hermes began to pinch at his sides and ribs.

“There’s some little laughs here~ gotta get those.” He spoke playfully.

Odysseus was slightly confused, but he couldn’t bother to wonder about it, his brain turned to mush. Laughter and giggles still echoed from him.

“Ope, this one’s being a little stubborn~” Hermes lilted, pinching repeatedly at a spot he’d found was particularly bad.

“Hermehehehes, plehehehease stohohohop!”

“Nah, I’m not done yet~ don’t worry~ I’ll stop once you really need me too.” As a god who loved to tickle others(I mean, he might as well be the god of tickling too at this point.) he had a knack for knowing when someone truly couldn’t take anymore, and Odysseus had not yet reached that point. He still seemed to be enjoying himself, no true panic behind his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a really big laugh here! Let me get it!” He acted as though he was an excited farmer, harvesting his crops. But it mostly wasn’t pretend, he was, in fact, excited to be doing this. Happy to spread laughter and joy, and a little bit of chaos along the way. He dug into Odysseus belly, with the exact pressure to make it agonizingly ticklish.

Odysseus was dying, (figuratively, of course) it tickled so much, and he couldn’t do anything about it! He felt as though he was at the gates of tickle heaven, joyful tears streaming from his eyes from the force of his laughter. It was a great workout, that’s for sure, with his stomach and face sore from the effort but in a way that was sort of pleasent.

“Man, it’s just not coming out! Maybe I should try eating it right from the vine, hmm~” he knew what that meant, and he was full of a giddy anticipation, waiting for the moment that Hermes would-

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a raspberry right in the center of his tummy, followed by gentle nibbles. Odysseus was weak with laughter, pounding his fist on the bed below him and kicking his feet.

“Om nom nom nom! Wow! This laugh is really tasty! Let me find some more!”

He continued the game, pinching and digging at various points across Odysseus’ torso, occasionally nibbling and blowing raspberries, sometimes many in rapid succession.

All of Odysseus’ thoughts were taken up by the tickles. All that he could think of was how badly it tickled, how badly it made him want - no need- to laugh. He was reduced to nothing but a massive puddle of laughter.

Eventually, Hermes noticed Odysseus was done, and hopped off him, lowering his ticklishness back to normal.

Odysseus continued to giggle, breathing heavily in between the fits.

“Ohoho myhyhy gohoodnehess…. Thahat wahas soho bahad…. Hehehehaha.”

“How ya feeling~ happy?”

Odysseus was too giggle high to think of anything but the truth. “Ye..Yeahah. Ahand tihired..”

“Oh, good~ glad to have brought some joy. How about you get some sleep, hmm? You definitely need it after that.”

“Thahat… sounds lihike a good idea.” Odysseus agreed.

“Glad you had fun, Ody~” Hermes teased, honest with the words. As he turned to leave, he heard one last sleepy, giggly phrase.

“Thahank yohou Hermehes… I needed thahat.”

The god smiled fondly. “No problem, it was a blast for me too.” And then he flew off, leaving a dazed, sleepy and giggle high Odysseus behind.

———THE END————————————————

#sfw tickle community #parrotwrites #epic the musical tickles #ler!hermes #lee!odyssues

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norman-fucking-reedus · 1 year ago

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So… Scud riding fem!reader’s strap-on?

YES YES YES YES YES FUCKING YES

UGHH When I tell y’all Scud fucking LOVES to ride. It puts so much power into his little hands he doesn’t even know what to do with himself

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER IM GONNA ACTUALLY WRITE THIS OUT BC yall dont even understand the way this consumes my brain. Bottom Scud is for life I’m sorry hes my baby and my baby deserves to be fucked

“Fuck I almost forgot what the apartment looks like!” Scud sighed heavily as the door creaked out, kicking off his shoes and stretching as he walked over to the couch, dropping himself down onto it. You shut the door behind yourself and toe off your own shoes, leaving them in a messy pile right next to Scud’s.

You peeled off your coat and hung it up, keys following suit before you padded into the tiny kitchen “Do we have any food?” You groan as you open the door, fridge mostly empty and stuffed with mainly leftovers.

“We can get some takeout, fuck, I’d kill for a burger right now” Scud spoke as he moved onto the floor, banging on the shitty TV to boot it up and plugging in his PS2 controllers. “We don’t have enough money” You frown slightly, walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch, legs on either side of Scud’s head. He almost purred contently when your fingers began scratching his scalp.

Scud easily turned into putty at the faintest touches, slumping against you as you massaged his head. “Mmh, can we smoke a bowl?” He muttered, and you’d be crazy to deny.

“I think we only have a little left” You said as you leaned over the arm of the couch, grabbing a grinder and Scud’s bong. You tapped whatever remains were left in the gringer into the small glass bowl, reaching down to fish out the small bag you bought to better preserve the bud. “When’s Blade paying us again?”

Scud shrugged, fingers tapping and flying against his controls as he played some fighting game, leaning himself comfortably against your leg as he spoke. “Hopefully soon. I should asked for a raise” You stick a few sticky nubs into the grinder, twisting it around a couple times until it was finely grinded up into keef.

“Like he’d ever give you one” You snort, snatching a lighter and half dranken waterbottle off the coffee table. You pour the rest of the water into the bottom of the bong, sticking the long bowl inside and holding it steady by the long neck, gapping your lips through the whole at the top, flicking the lighter and bringing the flame down onto the small bowl on the side, inhaling until the water started to bubble and smoke started to form, swirling up and filling the long bong, your lungs shortly after.

It was a huge hit, the smoke turning a slight yellow color as it was built up and burning your chest where you held it in for a few seconds, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Hey no fair!” Scud snapped his head around and pouted at you, because he wanted you to shot gun that right down his throat.

“I’ll give you the next one” You comb fingers through his hair as he whines softly. You bring the flame back down to the bowl, inhaling and watching the yellow-ish smoke form inside and climb up into the neck, down into your lungs.

You held it in for a few seconds as you tilted Scud’s head back, pressing your slightly agape lips against his and exhaling your hit into his mouth, smirking softly at his tiny moan as he inhaled.

Scud sighed around his exhale, staring up at you from his upside down position. “What?” You mumbled, cupping his face with a small smile. “That make you happy?”

He nodded, leaning up to kiss you before turning his attention down to the bong in his lap, not wanting to knock it over. You handed him the lighter, and glanced over at the clock.

“We should just order a pizza” You murmured, rising to your feet and stepping around Scud who was mid-rip. He followed you with his eyes, taking a massive hit and coughing out, exhaling a huge cloud that fogged up your small living room more. “I thought we didn’t have money?” He croaked out, beating on his chest a little.

As he said that, you rummaged through your purse, fishing out your wallet and opening it, raising a brow. “I’ve got ten bucks”

Scud pats his pockets, digging through them and pulling out a few crumbled ones. Better than nothing. You took the bills out his hand and grabbed the landline, plopping back down on the couch as you clicked through the numbers, eventually landing on the local pizzeria.

Stoned, showered, and stuffed, you watched with half lidded eyes as Scud needily bounces on your strap, loud moans and whines coming from him.

“Feels so fucking good, mommy feels so fucking good, want her to fuck me so hard” Scud babbled, sobbing as he totally fucked himself stupid, fingers curling into the cushion of the couch. You watched, rocking your hips steady against the small vibe pressed to your clit, throbbing from all Scud’s sweet little sounds. “You don’t need my help pretty boy, you’ve got it” You coo, sliding your hands across his hips, running them up his shirt and wrapping them around his throat, squeezing tightly. He wheezed out a gasp, clenching around you and whimpering the best he could in your grip.

You pulled him down for a hot and sloppy kiss, Scud breathlessly panting into your mouth as his back arched, rolling his hips down and up against you. He was a complete mess, choking on his moans and grunts as he started to ride your dildo harder and faster, rocking his hips back and whining desperately. “Good boy. Ride me like the dirty little whore you are, hear how disgustingly wet you are for me baby?”

“Y-yes, love b-being so wet for mmngh!–mommy, always s-so ready for her” Scud gasped out his words, your grip around his throat still so blissfully tight that he was starting to become lighthead, shifting himself a little before grinding back down, a loud and choked off whimper tearing from him. “There! Please, please fuck me there- need mommy to fuck right there” Scud desperately cried, bouncing on the spot with all the strength in his body. You gripped his hips and thrust up into him, Scud heaving a groan as he caught his breath. You ruthlessly pounding into him from underneath, watching Scud’s pretty face twist and turn in pure pleasure.

His fingers tightly gripped the couch cushions, toes curled and his head rolling side to side, so utterly destroyed. “Ohh fuuck” He bit down on his spit-soaked bottom lip, loud moans and whimpers escaping past anyway. Each hard jab of your cock was sending him flying off the edge, his own cock twitching and oozing a mix of cum and pre-cum, the tip turning a cherry red as it start to swell up, painfully hard.

“Gonna cum aren’t you, Scud? Or do you need mommy’s help with that too?” You ghosted your hand near his cock.

Scud trembled like a leaf in your lap, “Can’t do it by myself– I can’t–“ sobbing as he pushed back against your thrusts, the head of your strap bumping the bundle of nerves inside him. “Need mommy to help, need her so bad” He rambled, continuing to rock back against you. His face was soaked with tears, sweat, and drool as he was almost riding you again, loud drawn out moans tearing from his chest as each snap of your hips took him further and further. “You poor little thing, begging for help cause you can’t get yourself off on my cock?”

You started to slow your hips, rocking into him at a quick but lazy pace. Scud whimpered and desperately pushed back against you, chasing the blissful build of his orgasm. “Hnnghh– I need- I can’t- Ughhh fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” Scud was so entirely gone, so very far gone. It felt like there were a million bees buzzing against his body, tossing his head back with a loud, broken and shaky sob of sheer pleasure, only a few more hard bounces before his jaw went totally slack, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his untouched cock spasmed and twitched lewdly as he came, warm shots of white painting his shirt and landing on yours.

Scud slumped down against you, dropping his head onto your shoulder breathlessly and overfucked. He twitched slightly, and whined when you slipped yourself out, leaving his hole to feel uncomfortably empty.

You combed fingers through his hair, kissing his sweaty face and holding his limp body flush against yourself. “Wanna go to bed?” You whisper, kissing his cheek and letting your lips linger there. Scud nodded, but groaned when he realized that meant he had to get up. “Comfy” He mumbled, snaking his arms around you and squeezing, burying his face in your chest.

"We need to change, babyboy" You kiss the top of his head, feeling his sticky cum starting to seep through the fabric of your shirt. Scud whined, arms tightening.

You sighed, tired, high, and a little hungry again. Scud was starting to feel really heavy in your lap, pressing his whole weight down onto you. The clock in the kitchen ticked, and an idea crossed your mind, grunting as you pushed yourself up onto your feet suddenly, Scud flailing and scrambling to wrap his legs around you, eyes wide at the change in position. "Bed" Was all you said, hoisting him up and carrying him into your single shared bedroom.

When you went to drop your boyfriend down onto the bed, trying to get him a clean shirt, he tugged you down with him, rolling you onto your back and straddling you once again, staring down with a flushed and needy face. "Wanna go again, wanna ride mommy again" He huffed, grinding back against your strap. His skin burned, and the fabric of his shirt was uncomfortably sticking to his skin, leading him to pry it off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

You did the same, nothing wrong with sleeping naked, and moved a hand down to steady your dildo, holding it so that Scud could lower himself down, drawn out moan leaving his lips. Being so full of cock made him happy, especially when he could feel the hot drag of silicone against his walls.

Scud lifted himself up and almost immediately dropped back down, a shaky groan coming from his chest as he wasted no time eagerly bouncing his hips against you, whole body on display. You ran your fingers across his bare legs, up his jutting hips, and across his tattered belly, tickling his scars under your soft touch which made him giggle. He wasn't really one to feel insecure. Your fingers danced across his sensitive nipples, a tiny whimper in response.

“Such a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” You coo as you watch Scud’s nude frame grind against yours, his cock bouncing and smacking against his abdomen. Scud whined and nodded, rolling his hips. It was true that he was very spoiled as saying no to him was genuinely the hardest task of your life. You could deny him, but never flat out refuse. In the end, Scud always got what he wanted, and right now, he really wanted to cum again, leaning down to needily kiss you.

You took the chance the place your feet on the bed, thrusting upwards into Scud who moaned into your mouth, gasping against you as you pounded into him. “Feels so good, mommy makes me feel so good” He slurred out breathlessly, moving to bury his face in your soft tits. He whimpered as you nailed his sweet spot, his cock rubbing against where it was sandwiched between your bodies.

Scud simply moaned and clung to you, dragging his tongue over one of your nipples and sucking it. Each rough snap of your hips lurched him forward, his hums vibrating your tit and his cock leaking all over your stomach.

He groaned and squirmed ontop of you, his hands squeezing the squishy flesh of your chest, pressing his face into their warmth. “Gonna cum, feels so good ‘m gonna cum” Scud babbled, his words muffled. You pressed his front closer to yours, making him rut his tender cock against you which each hard thrust. It was all that Scud needed to totally fall apart, whimpering out sobs as ropes of cum spurted from him, landing on both your stomachs.

You dropped your hips and completely pulled out of Scud, running fingers through his hair when he whined at the loss. “You made a mess of us both, Scud”

“M’sorry, just felt really good” He mumbled, head now pillowed on your chest, one of his hands mindlessly fondling a soft breast. “Can we take a bath?”

You smile softly, even though you had both just showered an hour ago. “Only if we make it bubble one”

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dog tags || kyle “gaz” garrick

gaz x male!reader

warnings: general smut warning, top!gaz, bottom!reader, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), breeding kink mention

18+ // MDNI

based on this headcannon post (nearing the end) and this post

wore count: 3.4k

note: i fought demons.

synopsis: gaz really likes you wearing his dogtags.

it’s a quiet day in your apartment. both you and kyle enjoying a day in. your head was resting on his thigh and his hand kept carressing your head. neither of you speaking, instead watching the show on the television.

you had decided a while ago, what show the two of you would watch together. interested in the show, you don’t notice kyle’s gaze on you.

“hey doll?” he says.

you hum, acknowledging him.

“come here.”

you look up at him, slightly confused as to what he means.

it’s when he taps his lap when you realize where he wants you. you move to sit up and smile softly at him, your body moving to sit on his lap. his hands move to your waist once you’re situated, humming contently as he feels you close to him.

“missed you a lot,” he whispers.

you look down at him, a hand wrapping the back of his neck, your fingers slightly scratching him.

“i missed you too,” you reply truthfully.

it was always hard, being away from kyle when he goes off on missions. you don’t press for details, never do. you let him talk about them if he wants — funny moments here and there. he tells you about jokes ghost and soap said on comms and about moments between him and price.

when kyle comes back — because he always comes back — the two of you stay close to each other. always wanting to be around each other, soak up what you two missed and for the next time he left.

kyle keeps his hands on your waist for a bit and then starts to move them up your body, his fingers grazing your side lovingly. he moves his hands higher and higher, grasping your face softly as he moves you down to be able to kiss you.

the way kyle kisses you depends on the mood between the two of you.

when he sees you after being deployed, he kisses you sweetly. it’s full of longing, a lingering message of i love you and i missed you.

when it’s morning, he kisses you softly. a small kiss, nothing too long for it’s just morning. he whines when you try to get up, his hand around your waist tightens and then you whine that you have to use the restroom. he kisses you softly, lovingly. it’s full of i love yous and im happy.

sometimes, the kisses are short. a small peck while the two of you dance around the kitchen as yall cook. these kisses are full of laughter, full of joy.

other times, they’re lustful. they have an end goal, kyle wanting you under him moaning and all fucked out on his cock.

this kiss, this kiss is lustful.

his hold on your face hardened slightly and he keeps pushing up against you. you whine quietly into the kiss. it’s passionate. his tongue enters your mouth, exploring it even though he has done this a million times.

when you pull back, you’re breathless. kyle chases after your lips in a daze and there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“kyle,” you whisper.

you don’t get to finish, he kisses you again. you whine into the kiss. you can feel yourself buck against kyle’s hips and the both of you moan into the kiss.

he smiles against the kiss and he pulls back. this time, you’re the one going after his lips.

kyle moves a hand from your face down to your neck. his finger traces the chain around your neck and then he pulls the necklace out from under your shirt.

his dogtags.

you had asked him once, why he didn’t just leave them with you. he answered that if he could he would, but regulations wouldn’t allow him too.

“my pretty boy,” he whispers. “keeping it safe for me hm?”

you laugh softly at that and nod your head. you know what’s coming. to you, kyle is easy to read. his pupils seem to dilate at the sight of you wearing his tags and he hums contently as he sees his dog tags laying comfortably on your chest.

he stays silent as he drinks in the sight of you on his lap, with his claim on you.

kyle looks at you with adoration in his eyes. you feel your cheeks warming up and your turn your head away from him, trying to aviod looking into his eyes.

“oh no baby,” he says as he grabs your face to look at him. “no need to be shy pretty boy.”

there’s a small pout on your lips as he makes you hold eye contact with him. he smiles at you, a little too cocky for your liking.

“what are you thinking about kyle?” you ask softly, grinding slowly against him. “what’s got you excited?”

kyle moves the other hand from your face to the back of your neck, playing with your hair. meanwhile, his other hand moves down to your waist, squeezing it.

“you know what darlin..” he says lowly.

“indulge me.”

he moves his eyes from his dog tags on your chest to your eyes. he tilts his head as he smirks up at you.

“you’re a real pretty thing darlin,” he purrs. “my pretty boy, yeah?”

the hand that was on your neck moves to the chain and tugs you down. your face inches away from him.

“this?” he says, twirling the chain around his finger. “this makes you mine.”

he leans forward and bites your lip and pulls back.

“kyle-” you start.

“yeah baby? what is it?” he asks with a faux pout.

you huff out a breath and squirm on his lap. kyle’s grip on your waist tightens even more and you let out a soft laugh. he tugs softly at the necklace around your neck, signaling you to kiss him.

you lower your head and kiss him. your hands move to his shoulder to the back of his head to pull him closer. both of you grind against each other, a shaky moan leaving both your lips.

“fuck, up baby come on.” he whispers as he pulls away. “bedroom. come on.”

you laugh softly and as you climb off his lap and go to stand up he squeezes your ass. he stands behind you, his hands on your waist as he grinds against you.

“wanna bend you over and fuck you right here daring,” he whispers against your ear.

you whine softly. “why don’t you?”

“haven’t prepped you, can’t hurt you just because im horny can i baby?”

you hum softly and place your hands on top of his.

“okay,” you say softly. “come on then.”

the walk to the bedroom isn’t long. kyle walks closely behind you nipping at your neck. it isn’t until you reach the room and close the door he fully gets on you.

he pushes you against the door and grabs your face, kisses you passionately. he nips at your bottom lip and smiles against your lips when he feels your hips buck up trying to find some friction.

“always so needy,” he mumbles against your lips.

he moves to place a thigh between your legs and presses against your crotch.

“go on darling, take what you need.”

you whine as he kisses you again, just as hard as before. you grind against his thigh and moan into the kiss. kyle eats your moans greedily.

he moves his lips away from yours and starts to trail kisses down. he bites against your jaw and sucks softly against the skin. your breath hitches and you grip onto his shoulders.

he continues to move downwards, his lips on your neck now. he leaves wet kisses and sucks on the skin. he bites the skin connecting your neck and shoulder which causes you to gasp.

“mm?” kyle hums against your skin. “hurt?”

you swallow thickly and shake your head. “nono, ‘s fine.”

he kisses the same spot he bit you and moved to unbuckle your jeans.

“this ok?” he whispers softly.

“mhm, it’s okay.” you reply.

he hums softly and fully unbuckles your jeans. he goes down onto his knees and pulls your jeans down.

“look at you baby, so needy,” he muses.

you huff out a laugh and place your hand on the back of his neck.

“such a pretty boy,” he continues.

“come on ky, don’t be a tease,” you tell him.

“baby you know i could be way worse of a tease.”

kyle then moves to kiss your cock through your briefs, his mouth warm against you.

“fuck-” you whimper.

you feel him laugh against you. his tongue then moves to lick you through your briefs, leaving wet marks against you. your grip tightens against his neck and pulls back.

“nuh uh darling, not like that.” he reperminds you.

you nod slowly and move your hand away from his neck, placing it on top of his head.

kyle smiled up at you and then moved to pull your briefs down. your breath hitched as the cold air hit your tip.

it didn’t take long dor kyle to continue teasing you.

he wrapped his hand around the base and gave you a couple dry strokes. you whined softly and thrusted into his grip and he looked up at you, giving you a warning.

he then moved to lick your tip, keeping his grip around your base.

“ky-”

“be patient darling.”

his lips wrapped around your tip and you let out a soft groan. your eyes moved to look at kyle and he was already looking at you. he then moved his head forward, taking more of you. he stilled and kept a hand on your hip to prevent you from thrusting into his mouth.

this other hand was still on you, what he couldn’t fit he would stroke in time with the way he bobbed his head.

whenever you let out a moan, he hummed appreciatively around you.

kyle could feel your legs start to shake and your stomach tense.

he kept going for a little longer before pulling back which got a whine from you.

when you looked down at him he gave you a smirk and got up from the ground. he tugged at his dogtags around your neck and then walked to the bed, his finger still hooked on the chain making you follow him.

he pushed down onto the bed and took off his jeans and briefs. he sat down on your lap and started kissing you again.

it was slow. his hands holding onto your face as he grinded softly against you, both of you moaning into the kiss. you move to grab onto his hips, helping him grind against you.

kyle chuckles as he moves his lips onto your jaw, biting softy again. he moves a hand down your body and wraps it around both of you.

“spit,” he tells you.

his voice is commanding and you obey. you spit onto your cocks and watch as he starts to stroke both of you.

your grip around his hips tighten as you watch. kyle takes that opportunity to kiss your neck again, biting and sucking your skin.

“let me tell you what i plan to do to you yeah?” he whispers against your neck. “i’m gonna finger you, get you ready for me. i’m gonna have you come untouched, just by my fingers in you.”

his grip tightens and you whine loudly, throwing your head back.

“and then, i’m going to continue fingering you. i’m gonna make you bed for my cock and then…” he bites hard onto your neck, causing you to let out a broken moan. “then i’m going to fuck you slowly at first. i want to hear you bed for me. then, if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you what you want.”

his words are broken with moans as he starts to go faster. you moan as his pace quickens, as his words sink in.

“then, i’ll let you cum on my cock. that sound good baby? you gonna cum on my cock like a good boy?” he asks seductively.

“mhm- fuck yes kyle- fuck whatever you want.” you whine as you thrust your hips into his hand.

“maybe.. if you bed even more. i’ll cum in you. want me to breed you?” he whispers against your skin.

he’s looking up at you, his lips against your neck. you twitch in his hand and he chuckles, biting your neck softly.

“oh you like that don’t you?” he asks confidently. “you want me to breed you baby?”

“kyle,” you whine.

“yes? or no darling?” he asks.

“mhm, yes. yesyes please.”

you can feel him smile against your neck and his pace slows down.

“lay down baby, come on now.” he tells you.

you follow his instructions easily.

“now that’s a good boy,” he whispers softly.

he grabs the lube from the bedside table and hovers over you.

“bring your knees up,” he tells you. “good boy.”

he opens the cap and puts some on his fingers. he moves his hand down and teases your entrance with a finger. it causes you to buck your lips with a pout on your lips.

“come on don’t tease kyle,” you whine. “not right now. please.”

he chuckles softly and nods his head with a fake pout on his lips.

“okay darling,” he tells you. “alright then.”

when the first finger goes in, you let out a shaky breath. he stays still and when you nod your head he starts to thrust the finger in and out of you.

he watches your face as he does so. when you ask for another finger he gives it to you. he watches as you whine and your eyes flutter close.

“good boy,” he praises. “you’re doing so good for me.”

he continues to slowly thrust. he keeps his eyes on you and it overwhelms you. you can feel your cheeks warming up and you whine softly.

it’s when he curls his fingers, hitting your prostate, when you let out a choked moan. your back arches off the bed and he smiles cockily at you.

“mm.. here?” he asks as he hits your prostate again.

his eyes are on you as you moan again, nodding your head frantically as he continues to hit your prostate. he leans down to kiss you and inserts a third finger while you’re distracted.

the stretch is there, the pain dull with how often he hits your prostate.

“look so pretty baby,” he mutters. “look at how well you’re taking my fingers darling.”

you whine, your eyes closed due to the pleasure of how often he’s hitting your prostate. you can feel his other hand on your skin and then you feel him tug at the chain.

“i said look,” he tells you.

you whine as you open your eyes, choke out a moan when you see how his fingers keep going in and out of you.

“good boy,” he coos.

he keeps his eyes on your face as you watch his fingers. his eyes drift down towards your cock and hums softly.

“you’re dripping darling,” he whispers. “look at yourself. such a pathetic boy, so needy for my cock huh?”

“mhm fuck.”

he coos at you and kisses you. you feel your stomach tighten and kyle chuckles.

“clenching around me?” he whispers into the kiss. “you gonna cum?”

you whine. “my cock-”

“no baby, on my fingers or i won’t let you cum at all,” he reminds you. “don’t you want to be good for me?”

you whine as you nod your head. broken moans leaving your lips as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. your eyes fall closed and kyle doesn’t bother reprimanding you.

it’s when you feel your cock twitch, your back arching, when you know you’re about to cum.

“ky-” you moan. “kyle can i-”

“go ahead baby, cum on my fingers.”

you feel your cum hit your stomach and chest and you moan kyle’s name. you try catching your breath as you come down your high and whine at the feeling of overstimulation as kyle continues to finger you.

“one more baby, then i’ll give you my cock okay?” he asks. “that okay darling.”

you let out a moan, “yes- fuck. yes.”

he smiles and kisses you softly as he continues. he changes his pace a couple times, wanting to draw out the time between your orgasmas.

he chuckles softly as you clench around his fingers again.

“go on baby,” he tells you. “cum whenever you want.”

you cum again, spraying all over yourself again and he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

you whine at the loss and he kisses your forehead.

“still okay?” he asks.

“yeah,” you reply softly.

he pours lube on his cock and strokes himself a couple times before lining up agaisnt your hole.

he goes in slowly. the stretch hurting a little bit even though he prepped you earlier. you whimper softly as you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging in.

“take what you need daring,” he says.

he continues to go in and when he bottoms out both of you moan. he stays still for a minute, giving you time to adjust to

him. you squirm a little bit and nod at him.

“you can move,” you tell him.

he hums softly and moves slowly at first. he watches as your face twists in pleasure and your grip on his shoulder loosens a little.

one hand moves down onto the bed sheets and he grabs it, intertwining your fingers together.

“so good for me baby,” he praises. “such a good boy for me.”

he stays at the same pace and you remember his words from earlier.

“more,” you whisper softly.

“hm?” he asks.

“faster kyle please,” you beg.

“like.. this?”

he picks up his pace but his thrusts are shallow. you whine at the change and shake your head.

“harder too,” you whine. “please kyle- you know you want to- fuck.”

he starts to thrust harder against you. his hand tightening around yours. your hand on his shoulder starts to dig in again. you open your eyes to see him watching the chain around your neck.

“fuck kyle, you like it that much on me?” you asks, your words broken by moans.

“you think i wouldn’t baby?” he asks as he thrust harsher into you. “it’s my mark on you. my claim.”

you moan at that.

“means you’re mine,” he continues. “my boy. my boyfriend. mine.”

you nod your head frantically.

“yours kyle. only yours.”

he hums softly. you clench around him again, overstimulated from your previous two orgasams.

“gonna cum baby?” he asks.

you nod.

“go ahead baby,” he tells you.

“no,” you whine. “wanna- fuck wanna cum with you.”

he groans at that and picks up his pace. his hand tightening against yours. you feel him twitch inside of you and you moan.

kyle revels in your noises so you keep making them.

“go on baby, cum for me yeah?” he says. “go ahead. be a good boy.”

at that, you cum for the third time. once more spilling onto your stomach and chest.

kyle thrusts into you a couple more times and then spills into you. it feels warm and you whine at the feeling.

both of you pant and once coming down from your highs, you kiss each other softly.

“gonna pull out now,” he whispers.

you nod your head and whimper as he does so. you feel him spill out of you and you crinkle your nose.

“i’ll be back,” he says as he kisses your forehead.

he comes back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. he cleans your legs and makes sure to get off your cum and his.

you drink some water and hand him the glass. he takes a couple sips and once both of you are ready, he leans down next to you.

you lean into him as he wraps his arms around your waist. a hand going back to trace the chain on your neck.

“you really do like it huh,” you tease.

“i really do,” he replies. “means you’re mine.”

you hum at that and give him a quick kiss.

“i love you,” you tell him.

“i love you,” he replies, squeezing your waist.

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