#by playing i wanna yank on his hair and ride that beard like its my only desire in life

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I am 100 percent on board for Chris Evans look on the recent jimmy fallon show. Fuck me sir, that was top tier.

[staysaneathome]

The Self-Preservation Society (1)

Des’ Daddy isn’t his Daddy anymore.

Des knows this because his family told him so. They’ve been whispering it into his ears, into his skin, into his tummy, with every quiet, soft step they take. Whispers of dusty, of spicy, of preserved, not sweaty and stinky and smoky like Des’ Daddy should be.

He thinks he’d know it even if they didn’t tell him though. Des’ Daddy went off to the wax museum with short hair, dark eyes, a lumpy eyebrow, and a grumpy frown. The man who came to find them and kissed his Mama at the butterfly exhibit has curly hair, freckles, a warm smile, and eyes so green Des’ family wanted to land on them, explore the vibrant flowers within.

But he is not Des’ Daddy, even though Mama likes him more. Even though Mama had got upset when Des was confused. Even though he swung Des up onto his shoulders in a piggyback ride that his Daddy never let him have. Even though he reads Des bedtime stories every night about birds piercing insects and bringing them back to the nest for their babies, even though he kisses Des’ forehead every morning and tells him to have a good day at school, even though he makes Mama laugh and put down the special juice to dance with him in the living room to Abuelita’s old tunes.

He is not Des’ Daddy.

And he knows Des knows this.

Des thinks he knows Des’ family knows this too.

His family whispers, predator, danger, predator, and Des tries to make himself look bigger. He’s messier, doesn’t cover his mouth to cough or blow his nose, doesn’t wipe his face at dinner or wash his hands after playing in the garden. Mama gets mad, and gets even madder when he doesn’t want to take a bath, because this is protection, this is defense.

Look, see how dirty and germy I am. You can’t eat me, or else you’ll get sick and die. Or I’ll taste really, really bad and you’ll wanna throw me up. So don’t eat me. Don’t even think about it.

But Des’ defenses don’t protect Mama. Mama doesn’t have a family like Des does, not yet, and she’s touching him so much to get rid of his protection, and she gets sick. She falls over in the middle of the day and has to be rushed to hospital. Des sits on a chair next to what is Not his Daddy and hears small snippets of big words like “cardiac arrest” and “cardenolides” and “overdose” and “overnight monitoring”.

The man who is not Des’ Daddy straps him into his car seat after the doctor tells him they’ll call with an update in the morning, and begins to drive.

“You did this, didn’t you Des?” He asks, in that mild way he does now. Nothing like the way Daddy used to yell, voice lowering and loudening until it sounded creaky with volume. Des wishes that he’d do that instead of this.

“Didn’t mean to.” He bites out, glaring down at his hands. One of his sisters perches on his clenched fist, opening and closing her wings softly and slowly. She’s very pretty, and her orange and black and brown wings feel like the gentlest kisses.

The man who isn’t Des’ Daddy nods, like this is perfectly normal. Like they aren’t driving past their house and out onto the motorway again, further and further away. “Of course you didn’t. Your mama loves you after all. It’s not your fault you can’t love her back properly.”

Des’s mouth drops open. “I can too.”

He’s very good at loving. He loves, loves, loves his Mama, his real Daddy, his Abuelita, his family. It’s why they came to him after all, when he fell from the big tree in the woods behind their house and everything hurt. They whisper they love him when they’re small and wriggling, when they’re quiet and growing, when they’re big and flying, and he whispers that he loves them too, because he does.

“No you can’t.” The hand that reaches out is faster than a bird.

It doesn’t feel like anything at first, as Des stares at his sister’s limp, crushed form in incomprehension.

Then the pain hits him and he opens his mouth in a wounded howl. It hurt him, it hurt him, the stranger hurt him, the predator hurt him, help, help, help.

His family come to his aid, filling the car, millions upon millions of beautiful orange, brown and black wings beating furiously around him. Protect, defend, beloved, ours, stay away, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch—

The thing that is not Des’ Daddy laughs. It doesn’t even look away from the road as the poison drips down its face, doesn’t even blink as it lashes out and hurts more and more of Des’ family with every sweep of an arm. “You see? With all this inside you, Des, how could you love somebody? How could you love anybody? But don’t worry. We’re going somewhere where they can fix you up and make you aaaall better. Make you into the son Mama deserves, so you can love her properly. Don’t you want that? To love your Mama properly?”

Des can’t stop crying, reaches out and calls his family back to him. He doesn’t wanna go with the predator, but he doesn’t want his family getting hurt anymore either, he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

They’re scared too, he can feel them, even as they whisper beloved and we love you and be brave and ours as they wander over him, as their wings brush his skin in the gentlest of kisses and comfort.

Outside the car is getting brighter, big, big buildings with lots of lights zooming past like fair lights on a tea cup ride or a merry-go-round. It makes his head hurt, as more tears spill from his eyes and he tries to sniff past his runny nose. Some of his family move to the window, blocking out the lights that make him feel like he wants to be sick.

“Ssh, easy Des.” The stranger hushes, tone soothing and comforting, the same as when reading bedtime stories about the daddy bird bringing his babies pretty dragonflies and bluebottles and butterflies to eat. “We’re almost there. You’ll feel so much better once we’ve got all that nonsense out of you and fixed you up. You’ll love your Mama so much. Don’t you want to love your Mama?”

He shakes his head, sobs coming harder. He does love his Mama, but he doesn’t wanna go with the predator, with the Not-His-Daddy, doesn’t want to get hurt anymore, he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

Eventually the car stops. There’s a click from the front. A door opens and slams shut.

Des hopes for a second it’ll be home it’s stopped in front of.

But then the Not-Daddy opens the car door and reaches in to undo the straps of Des’ car seat. He’s smiling gently, soothingly. “C’mon Des. Time to go.”

Des screams.

He screams as the Not-Daddy pulls him out of the car and slams the door, crushing some of his family in the process. As he starts to drag Des towards the wax museum, smiling at everyone who passes by like nothing’s wrong, like Des isn’t wailing behind him.

Nobody even looks down at Des, not even like they do when he cries while in the shops with Mama. It’s like he’s not even there.

“No! No!! You’re not my Daddy, let me go! Let me GO!!” He tries to sit down, tries to drag his legs. His family swarm around him, wings beating furiously as they cling to the back of his shirt, to his ears, to his hair.

The Not-Daddy laughs, yanks him along, like everything he and his family are doing doesn’t even matter—

There’s a noise that can only be described as a Crunch.

Last Christmas, Mama sent Des’ Abuelita a little soldier man for her present. He and Mama stayed up so they could watch Abuelita open it on the computer while his Daddy snored, watch her admire his tufty white beard, his furry black hat, his shiny red coat and black boots. The soldier man had a little flap on his back, and when Abuelita pulled it up, the soldier’s mouth opened. Abuelita had put a walnut into it, and pulled the little flap down, and the walnut’s shell fractured open with a little snap that made Des jump and Abuelita laugh and croon at him through the screen.

That’s what The Thing’s jaws slamming shut on his Not-Daddy’s arm makes him think of, as it shatters the arm like the walnut’s shell.

The Not-Daddy shrieks, high and inhuman like a recorder blown wrong, and drop Des.

He falls back on his bottom, dazed as no longer being pulled along.

Only for the Thing that appeared from nowhere and bit the Not-Daddy to scoop him up and start running.

Des screams again, wriggling and fighting against the too tight too strong grip, screams for his family, for his Mama, for somebody to come save him.

The Not-Daddy is screaming too, yelling things like “STOP!! HELP! HELP!!” and “LET GO OF MY SON!!” Things that make all the people who’d ignored Des before turn around and stare, pull out phones, lunge out to stop the Thing that’s got Des.

But they can’t catch it. The Thing twists under and through grasping arms in a way that can’t be real, can’t be possible, making people slam into each other as it ducks between them to thunder down a set of stairs, Des’ family not far behind.

It leaps over the metal barrier, legs high and graceful like the horses on TV that Des’ Daddy liked to watch on weekends, making his tummy swoop like he’s missed a step climbing the stairs too fast.

It swoops even harder when it leaps and sliiides down the metal bit between the escalators, like Des has always imagined doing. He always thought it would feel like the big slide at the fancy park Mama has to drive to go to, or going down the helter-skelter on an itchy mat at the fair, fast and whizzy and fun with all the people and posters flashing past.

Des hadn’t thought it would be so scary, the down so sharp he’s sure he’ll topple forwards and crack his head open, sure he’ll slip and is falling from the Big Tree again, his tummy flailing like one of his family with a damaged wing, his throat cracking as his screams are torn from it.

He can only whimper once The Thing jumps off at the bottom and is running again, taking sharp turns through the nasty smelling tunnels until a train is in front of them and swinging itself not through the doors into one of the carriages, but up and over and down behind the little wall in front of the space separating them, caging Des in its impossibly bent and tangled limbs.

The train screeches and starts to pull away from the light of the platform.

The Not-Daddy is too far away to stop it, though his screams are still echoing through the tunnels, ringing in Des’ ears.

His family are not.

Des feels like crying as thousands of thousands of butterflies descend onto The Thing keeping him captive as the train whizzes off into the darkness, wings beat beat beating around him in time with their song of protect, defend, intruder, predator, thief, family, beloved, ours, defend, protect, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch.

They cluster as the train picks up speed, clinging to him and to the Thing, gathered so thickly that Des can feel thin droplets of liquid seeping into his hair, into his clothes, onto his skin. He laughs, because this is his defense, his family’s defense, that feels as gentle and soothing as bathwater to him, but won’t to this thing, hadn’t to Mama.

The Thing tenses, muscles locking tight and spasming around Des. In the light of the carriage behind him, Des can see its eyes blinking rapidly, before squeezing shut tightly in pain. Yeah, serves it right for trying to eat him!

The Thing raises a hand and brings it down towards his head—!

Des recoils with a cry, praying that it won’t hurt even more of his family than the Not-Daddy did.

…?

There’s no hurt…?

Instead, it feels like The Thing’s fingers are just…sitting there? On top of Des’ hair? Not even on top of any of his family, trying to trap antennae or crush wings.

The fingers stay flat and gentle even as another spasm rocks through The Thing’s body, even as his family crawl over them to investigate.

Then, slowly, the fingers on Des’ hair begin to move. Back and forth, back and forth, very, very slowly and carefully. There’s no pressing down, no digging in, nothing.

It’s…stroking him? Like he’s a cat, or something?

The train slows down to a stop as it emerges back into the light. There’s a hiss as the doors open and people get on and off. Then a beeping as the doors hiss shut again, and the train speeds back off into darkness.

And through it all, The Thing just keeps stroking him. It doesn’t try to hurt his family, even as its eyes are screwed shut and its body flinches irregularly.

There are brightly colored bands on its wrists, glowing bright green and yellow in the dark. Lots of his family are clustering over them, investigating, seeing if there’s any nice nectar for them there.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Des shouts. Mama says it’s not polite to shout, but he can’t hear anything over the rushing of the train otherwise, and he’s very confused by this Thing.

The Thing doesn’t reply.

“HELLO?!” Des shouts, even louder. “CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

There’s a moment.

And then the Thing gives a sharp, jerky nod.

“OKAY, SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Des frowns when The Thing doesn’t reply again. “EXCUSE ME, I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! CAN'T YOU TALK?!”

The Thing shakes its head tightly.

Oh. Now Des feels bad, like when Mama told him off for asking why Maisy from the park had that pink plastic thing in her ear, and wouldn’t play tag right unless you really pushed her. “I’M SORRY.” He yells, because that’s what Mama made him say to Maisy.

The Thing’s fingers go back and forth over his head again, so he thinks it’s alright.

“ARE YOU GOING TO EAT ME?!” Des asks, because that’s very important for him to know.

Shake, shake, shake.

Des nods, heaving a deep breath. It doesn’t smell very nice, but it helps make his heart not race, and he slumps against The Thing’s limbs. His family’s wings slow, and the liquid slowly stops dripping down onto them.

It’s okay. He’s not going to be eaten. They’re not going to be eaten. Everything’s going to be okay.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO RESCUE ME FROM MY NOT-DADDY?!”

Nod, nod, nod. The jerks going through the Thing’s body are stopping now, though it’s eyes are still squeezed shut.

“THANK YOU.” Des shouts, because his Mama raised him to be a polite boy. “SORRY ABOUT TRYING TO MAKE YOU NOT EAT ME AND MY FAMILY’S DEFENSE CAR-TE-NO-LIDS!”

The Thing nods again, though its brow has creased more. In pain or confusion, Des isn’t quite sure. It moves its hand back and forth again over his hair though, so he’s pretty sure he’s forgiven.

Des stares at The Thing closely, not that he knows it’s not going to eat him or hurt him.

It’s a very odd looking Thing, almost like if someone tried to make something that looked like a person, but didn’t get all the details quite right. It looks normal enough from the nose up, if a bit grubby and sweaty. It’s also dressed like a person, with a shirt and pants and a backpack and shoes, even if these clothes are very holey and too-big, like when Abuelita sends Des things ‘to grow into’ for Christmas.

The problem is that it’s got these weird dark lines on both of its cheeks that go down its neck, where its mouth can open really wide like Abuelita’s neat little soldier. Its arms and legs also bend a lot past the way Des’ can, like it’s plasticine or Hugo from the Playground’s really bendy Nutcracker Barbie ballerina doll.

His brothers and sisters perched on The Thing don’t tell him of the same dusty, spicy, preserved smells that came from the Not Daddy, but there is a scent of artificial, of not-organic that they communicate to him while wandering over The Thing’s jaw.

Then he notices something behind it.

There’s a tall teenager in the train carriage behind The Thing that’s staring down at them through the window, eyes wide and mouth open. The tall teenager has a big poofy cloud of hair that Des thinks is very impressive, and wants to smush between his hands, like a pile of bath bubbles.

There’s soft, wavy white stuff floating around the teenager, like stuff on top of the bathwater after all the bubbles have gone.

There’s so much floaty stuff that it makes it very hard to see anyone else in the carriage.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” Des shouts at the teenager.

The Thing blinks at him, eyebrows raised. It lifts a hand and points to itself, as if to say, “who, me?”

“NOT YOU!” Des yells, exasperated. “THE BIG TEENAGER WITH THE BUBBLE BATH HAIR! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!”

The big tall teenager startles then, and lifts a hand and points to themself, much like The Thing did. The Thing twists its head all the way round like an owl in time to see the teenager with the bubble bath hair mouth ��me?” at them.

“YES YOU. HONESTLY!” Des huffs. Why are teenagers and adults so slow all the time? And why can’t he twist his head round like an owl? It’s not fair.

There’s a moment of silence as the train slows down and pulls into the next station.

Then there’s the unpleasant swooping in his stomach again as the Thing hurls them over the train wall and onto the platform, somehow managing not to squish any of his family in the process and takes off running again.

There’s a loud “HEY!!” and over The Thing’s shoulder, Des can see the tall teenager with the poofy hair following them out of the carriage at a sprint, going through people as the floaty white stuff seems to make the people go see-through like ghosts whenever the teenager touches them.

One of his slower brothers, an older brother, is caught in the rapidly spilling floaty stuff as he tries to flutter up after them as The Thing runs up the stopped middle steps of the escalator, barely keeping up, and then—

Des feels cold. So, so cold, like after he fell from the big tree and was crying and no one was coming for him and he was scared.

He can’t see his brother. He can’t feel his brother.

He doesn’t want to talk to the tall teenager anymore.

“THE POOFY TEENAGER'S GAINING ON US!!” He yells to The Thing.

The Thing twists its head around to look again, but its feet keep running at full tilt. Des yelps as they slam into a cleaning man with a big yellow cart full of stuff, making him feel sick as The Thing pinwheels and hops to avoid falling over the now toppled cleaning man, who yells lots of bad words Mama tells him not to say after Daddy says them.

But when his head stops spinning, he watches as the big yellow cart rolls down the stairs, inexplicably gathering speed as it bursts through the barrier and zooms towards the top of the stopped escalator.

The stopped escalator that the tall poofy teenager with the bubble bath hair is just about to come out of.

The teenager can’t disappear through big yellow carts like they can people.

There’s lots of yelling, and banging, and screaming, and clattering, and Des sort of wants to see what happened, because it sounds like something he’d see when Mama lets him watch cartoons on the weekend. But The Thing’s escaped the cleaning man’s anger and run up the stairs out of the station, taking off down one of the brightly lit streets, weaving through crowds of adults in funny, shiny clothes.

It’s so dark, it’s clearly past his bedtime, but Des doesn’t feel sleepy at all.

He just clings tighter and watches his family flutter behind them as The Thing carries him farther and farther away from the teenager and the Not-Daddy that want to hurt him.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Joan Jett Quartet

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: NC-17 BDSM, extreme language, consensual bondage and paddling

A/N: Decided to do a short series of erotic drabbles based around Klaus x Reader during his first year with Destiny's Children. They'll be "Tied" together with "Do You Wanna Touch Me There?"

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Book 2- Bad Reputation (Klaus x Fem!Reader)**

There was no doubt you had been on a complete power trip after your tryst with Klaus and the table. Smug satisfaction on your lips everytime the two of you passed one another in the mansion. You held your head high while all he did in return was roll his eyes and shake his head, cheeks flush.

The last straw for Klaus was one moment when you passed one another on the stairs. You held your fingers up in a V-shape in front of your mouth, snaking your tongue in and out obscenely. He grabbed you by the wrist and yanked your body flush with his. Your heart raced with desire as those exasperated eyes glared at you.

“You've been telling others our secrets,” his voice low.

“Of course. They're my friends, and they are interested in why The Prophet keeps choosing me to meet behind closed doors. I didn't know it was a secret, ” you grasped his neck with your free hand and tightened so that your nails dug into his skin, “these proclivities.”

There was a sharp intake of breath as Klaus visibly shook under your grip. An erection twitched against your hip and grew the tighter you clutched. Then suddenly lifted your chin upward. His thumb pressed hard into the bone so you could only look him in the eye.

“If I wanted any of them to know what gets me off, I could've asked any number to play with me. I'm pretty fucking sure they'd be better at it, too. Uppity bitch with your uninspired tit fucking. too good for the strap-on unlike Jill and Kitty.”

Your heart fell and pounded in your ears the entire way down. But you remembered yourself and him. How the game could start any time he felt up to it. An unspoken contract the moment you agreed to restrain him and dominate him. This was just payback because you made Klaus human to the other Children.

“It's my turn to play”

Your face was hot with want. There was a wetness between your legs at the thought of it. His lips moved centimeters from yours so you could breathe what he exhaled. Your hips ground into him.

“Bring a blindfold,” Klaus instructed. “I'll bring the paddle”

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You stood in the living area of Klaus’s wing. You shifted from barefoot to barefoot in a large sweater and your underwear. Your hair twisting and untwisting around a finger without thought. The sleep mask you brought as a blindfold laid out on the arm of the sofa. You shocked yourself that the sight of a paddle, makeshift in haste from a kid’s toy, turned you on.

“Can't say sorry for being late,” The sound of Klaus’s voice made you jump out of your skin. A sly grin spread across his face, “Nervous, doll?”

He stood in front of you now, that long beard gone and his hair wrapped up in a bun. “Couldn't get the fucking thing off. (It was fake) At least that's one secret you've kept.” His hand ran down your arm and waist around to your ass which he rubbed all too briefly.

Now Klaus leaned in to kiss your forehead and cheeks before lifting your chin so that his lips could meet yours. “You totally get that you're one of two people I trust in this room?”

You looked around assuming he meant himself. “Yes.”

“And you get that I've been mostly myself with you.” You nodded an understanding. “Good girl. You definitely fucked that up by gossiping about me, so I have GOT to punish your insolence. Can't have you squawking to the other chickens in the henhouse that the fox enjoys being pecked.”

Klaus laughed at his own metaphor. Not maniacal, in an honest giggle the way he did when he found himself truly humorous. You loved that about him. He could command attention with his “sermons,” but in your bedroom the nights he came to you? He thrived on making you smile.

His face became serious again, “This isn't some master slave bullshit either. I was raised by servants, and trust me it fucking bothers me. Mom, a bit mechanical as she was, managed fine on her own.”

Klaus was lost in thought but shook his head. He made his way behind you and spoke in your ear, “I just like playing with you. You choke me and fuck me while I lose consciousness. I spank you and make you swallow my cum until you learn to keep secrets. And if you're good, I'll fuck you too.”

The breath caught in your throat at how casual he was. How he brought sexual freedom to you and the others. Nothing was too perverse as long as everyone agreed, and you consented to this eagerly.

“Good. Now the safe words,” he fitted the sleep mask down over your eyes, “are Spice Girls.”

“What?” you snickered.

There was a swift open handed slap on your ass that stung beautifully, “Correct response is?”

“Yes, Prophet.”

“I want you to take your sweater off, but as you do stand with your feet slightly apart. Then bend forward.”

The chill in the air caused your skin to goose pimple as soon as your sweater left your body. You complied, unable to tell which direction Klaus was coming from. Your heart raced with excitement.

As you leaned forward, his hand caught you by the throat. The other warm and flat on your back. He ran it over your spine and to your ass which he rubbed before he gave another slap. This time even harder to your delight. When you didn't flinch, he repeated himself. Harder still. Once more before he dipped his hand between your legs and rubbed your sex through your panties.

“I figured you may enjoy the same things I do. Look how wet you already are, and I haven't even used the paddle. And this ass, honestly there's so much to work with. More men should appreciate a thick one.”

The friction of Klaus’s hand picked up as he kept working you through the fabric. Then he withdrew it and that pleasured sting came one more time. Harder. You choked on a moan.

Over the backs of your thighs now and over the hips his hand went. “These hips too. Perfect for when I want to ride you like we're dogs or tease that little asshole.”

That part wasn't really a turn on to you. When Klaus played with you there, unable to switch off how he might please a male lover from a female.

Your thoughts fell away as that roaming hand took hold of your panties and removed them. The hitch in your throat as you felt him tug you forward with the hand on your neck. Klaus massaged your naked sex with the palm of his hand. The heel found your clit and pressed into it before you knew he had pulled back and raised his hand. He brought it down with such force on your bare ass that you lurched forward. It was wet.

“Now you're quiet?” Klaus inquired. “I wonder how long the chicken can go before the fox makes her cluck?”

There was a rush to your head as he righted you. He unhooked your bra and removed that too. Klaus pinched your nipple. Then the other. He traced the erect skin with a fingertip. Your back arched because his body leaned into you. The loose tendrils from his bun splayed across your chest as he bit the top of both of your tits. Still no sound.

“You're tits are, like, the perfect fucking size for how large my hands are,” each word emphasized by a hard squeeze as he roughly kneaded them.

Without warning, Klaus dropped them and dipped his fingers inside you. He pumped them deftly in and out, circling your clit and worked it until you started to pulsate. He drove you just mad enough.

“I can't believe how fucking wet you are. Do I make you cum?” Klaus’s fingers moved quickly and your legs started to shake. “Do I punish you some more?” Fingers out of you, hand on your throat to swing you forward again so he could spank you somehow even harder. Once. Twice.

“Or do I sit and watch you fuck yourself until its time to suck me off?”

Still bent in half, Klaus pushed his fingers deep inside and pumped them again. Assaulted your clit. “No, I'm too hands on.”

Then a white heat filled your core and spread. Your sex constricted around Klaus’s fingers as you came. A loud squeal turned moan echoed off the walls. He held you steady by the neck as he rubbed out a second orgasm and made a tsk tsk sound.

“Guess I've got my answer. More insolence when I wasn't ready for you, and you broke your silence!”

You couldn't even comprehend Klaus’s next move. He stood you up and then bent your arms so your hands were on the back of your head. The position when you're under arrest. You could feel his bare chest against your back, erection just beneath his linen pants in your ass.

Klaus held your hands to your head and stepped away from you. Three swift hits to your ass, “I knew you wouldn't keep quiet long.” Each word again emphasized the rhythm of his punishment.

You took a chance, “Please forgive me, Prophet.” Your body shook with endorphins.

“Debatable. Can’t exactly talk with a mouthful of my cock now can you,” Klaus was still holding your hands above your head. Free hand that spanked you reached around to pinch your nipple another time.

This was the first time you realized he had yet to kiss you. That was so personal. This was.. you weren't sure. But once more thoughts escaped you as he pushed you blindly forward. His hand in your head dug into yours and your hair.

Once your knees came into contact with the soft velvet of a chair, Klaus stopped. He let go of your hands and gestured for you to drop them. He left you momentarily before returning to your side. His hands brought leather around your neck to the front and pulled a bit to tighten it but not the way he can handle. Cold metal against your spine.

“It's a collar and restraints. I get to control just how much of my cock you take in and you won't be able to stop me or help yourself. Next time you'll choke on the gossip like you will me.”

Klaus’s voice was low in your ear. His lips were inches from your skin. Goatee and mustache brushed against your neck as he locked your hands into the cuffs attached to the chain. He knew how that drove you fucking mad and blazed a trail with his chin and lips across your collarbone and shoulder without actually kissing you. Your arms straight down, hands near your ass.

You gasped out loud this time; an insufferable moan left your mouth. The collar tightened when the sound escaped your lips. Klaus laughed. His gin soaked breath filled your nostrils briefly before you were yanked to your knees. His hands twisted up in the back of your head once more and he held it tight while he freed himself from the pants.

Klaus sat down in the chair with his legs spread enough to maneuver you between them. You knew he used his spare hand to hold his stiff cock in place as he tugged your head forward towards it. The tip lost in your cleavage.

“I have to give you credit. Letting me tit fuck you was such a thrill. It's so tight in here, reminds me of your cunt. Then you can swallow my dick until I cum,” there was a shrug to his tone now.

Still he began to thrust his erection back and for in your tits. Klaus’s hips lifted off the chair to connect with your chest. He anchored himself with you and kept going. You could feel the head of his cock hit your neck, slick with his own fluid. He started to growl under his breath the faster he bucked and squirmed. Your sex reacting without thought with a notable swell.

“The tits are so fuckable,” he writhed. Looks like The Prophet had a new favorite type of foreplay.

Suddenly Klaus switched on you. “Open your mouth,” he commanded as your head was wrenched forward.

You complied, and Klaus shoved his cock so deep in your mouth it hit the back of your throat. You gagged momentarily and he cried out in ecstasy. You let your throat do it again.

“Keep doing that,” he pushed you onto him even further if that was possible.

Then Klaus pushed you up and back. His hands forced your mouth to do what it could on its own. You bobbed up and down on the shaft, wrapping your tongue around it on the process. His grip slackened so he could caress you instead.

“Like that. Now lick it and just the head.”

Again you kept repeating the instructions. Your jaw hurt and muscles began to ache, but you knew The Prophet’s cues by now. One more deep-throated constriction and..

Klaus exploded in your mouth. The salty liquid hit you and you swallowed only some. The rest you held knowing what would happen if you spit it out. So the moment he let you sit back, you assumed so he could adjust himself for another round, you turned your head and spit.

“Did you just fucking spit when I told you I was going to make you swallow my cum?” his question bordered on furious. A finger hooked through a loop in the collar and he heaved you up off the floor so you stood. Your body marveled at his strength. Your sex reacted accordingly.

“Just when I thought she knew how to behave, the little chicken showed her true self. Get on the chair and bend over my lap. Ass up, face down on the arm.”

Cautious to hide your eagerness, you did your best with your hands chained. Still you managed and bent over Klaus. The velvet soft under your knees and face resting into it. Your sex pressed against his cock as it stiffened a second time.

There was a brief moment of self confidence that you managed to hide the blindness made you nervous. You had a general idea most of this evening where Klaus was positioned or coming from, but it was that uncertainty that slicked you with wetness. The anticipation of his next move. The ultimate trust in someone who literally fell out of the sky.

Now that move was Klaus leaning over then a sensation of smooth wood on your bare ass. The other hand tangled itself up in the chain along your back. Tightened just a bit so the collar did the same. Another gasp for air and Klaus’s erection poked into you, strained against your pubic hair.

“You broke the rules by spitting,” the paddle came down on your ass several times. “You broke the rules by laughing at me earlier,” words punctuated by the delicious sting at every other word. “And you broke,” this time he took the edge of the paddle and swiped it between your legs. Delved between your folds to hit your clit just right. It wasn't rough, but it was enough so you understood.

“MY TRUST!” now Klaus bellowed. A hard paddle to your ass and the back of your thighs. Had no longer choked the chain. Instead he pinched your nipples alternately as he punished you.

Klaus brought the paddle down harder still several more times. The force of it pushed you down onto his cock. He thrust a bit up at the motion so your hips came together and apart. It was doing something to you besides making your legs go weak. You ached and throbbed in your cunt, longed to be penetrated. It wouldn't come for now.

“I'll give you a chance to apologize,” now Klaus let go of your tits and pulled you by the chain so your back curved. Your face off the arm of the chair. “Turn in my direction when I'm talking!” Paddle collided with your tender skin.

You moved best you could towards Klaus’s chest, “I'm sorry Prophet.”

“For?” Paddle gone, he gripped a handful of your ass and dug in.

Sharp intake of surprise breath. You rolled into his cock. “Gossiping, Prophet.”

“I can't hear you,” open-handed slap. “Red is definitely your color.”

“FOR GOSSIPING, PROPHET!” you cried out loudly.

“Fine,” indifference in his voice, but his cock said otherwise. “My arm is tired. I want you to fuck my thigh.”

You stumbled and nearly fell as you got off the chair. Your legs waived with chemicals from the paddle and prior orgasm. Now you managed towards Klaus’s lap, straddled his leg and sat astride. You situated your cunt on his thigh and started to ride him in earnest.

You found it difficult to balance as you undulated yourself back and forth. Balance off slightly until Klaus held you steady. Helped you rock powerfully into him. The friction and heat from his body drove you insane as you rode with abandon. You were already swollen as you ground as hard and fast as you could. Klaus’s hands, spread out over your back. His fingers ensnared by the chain.

“That cunt of yours is so fucking wet, like you're sliding on ice. Careful your clit doesn't burst just yet,” he teased.

Then without warning an incredible hard crack to the ass and it was too late. You shuddered violently and screamed out as you rolled yourself through the orgasm. Breasts heaved as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I'd be disappointed,” Klaus’s mouth close to your neck and collarbone once more. Facial hair just touched the surface of your skin as he held you down. “But wait until I tell the other Children how she loves being disciplined.”

Then you were on your feet so Klaus could probe you. He played with your clit to elicit another orgasm. That sting of a hand to your skin forced another explosion.

You collapsed into his chest but instead of catching you, he simply started to undo the cuffs and chain. He turned it around expertly and wrapped your hands up around front. Handcuffs locked, forearms together which he tied together and hooked into the collar. Your arms tight to your chest.

“Now get up. You're gonna get fucked.”

Then Klaus did something that both shocked you and turned you on. Where the strength came from you still don't know, but everything about him was otherworldly. The rush of him lifting you off the floor to throw you over his shoulder was powerful. The quick sting of exquisite torture that you just weren't sick of yet followed by that infectious laugh signaled his demeanor changed entirely.

“I can't believe you've fucking kept up,” he tossed you on the bed.

He rolled you face down, cuffs undone and arms forward so he could lock them to a headboard. “There's no one else who could. They can barely manage orgies. Ought to give my sex swing a go next time” Klaus mumbled and climbed up behind you, your hips and ass lifted skyward.

The head of his cock teased the crack of your ass, which he spanked as a reminder. Klaus tested your trust by slipping just a bit inside that space where no one was ever allowed. You cried out but not in pleasure as he tried.

You never thought it would happen, but you just weren't ready. “Um.. Spice Girls?” It was a question muffled by a pillow.

Klaus stopped, “Excuse me?”

“SPICE GIRLS!”

“I thought as much. Can’t ever know till you try to fuck someone’s ass.”

Then wordlessly Klaus plowed into your ever-slick cunt. His hips hit your ass and filled you to the hilt. Over and over he pounded you with a furious speed. Periodically slapping you with such extreme force that the pillow encompassed your face.

“This hot, tight cunt fits my cock so well. Fucking snug and able to take all of me.”

Klaus grabbed your hair and bent your neck back as he kept at it. Welcomed pain deep inside from his cock practically inside your stomach, or so it felt. Suddenly he pulled out and came on your back and ass, warm and sticky all over your raw and bruising skin.

Later: the two of you with arms and legs tangled up together. You snuggled into Klaus’s chest, a sweetness as your mouths meshed. His hands soft as they ran over you after having applied a cooling lotion to your welts and funny enough, bent to kiss them tenderly.

“Next time, Prophet-”

“Klaus.”

“Right,” you smiled. “Next time it's my turn, and I THINK you're gonna get pegged.”

Klaus leapt out of the bed with almost childlike glee. “I'll show you how to wear it.”

[shamlesssomebody]

Sexual assault/rape trigger warning! Please do not read this if anything of that nature offends or triggers you! I do not condone actual sexual violence in anyway. I just wanted a safe space to share my fantasy writing. All of this is pure fiction!

It was my junior year of college and one of my friends, Sarah, had just graduated! Her celebration was filled with fun, laughter, and drinks. Sarah’s older brother, Sal, was the bartender for the night. During the party. It seemed like Sal was really determined to get me drunk. Every time my cup was empty, there he was to refill it! I didn’t mind, I wanted Sal to fuck me ever since I met him! He was easily 6’4 and all muscle! He reminded me of a modern day lumber jack, with his large strong arms and legs and that beard!! This man was pure sex, at least in my mind he was! Him being older also made him that much more of a catch!

Sal towered over me and that’s saying a lot considering my build. I’m 5’9 and I’ve always been plus size! My breasts, thighs, and ass had the measurements to prove it! “More cushion for the pushin” someone once told me! Because of my mild addiction to exercising, much of my thickness was muscle. I also had the attitude to match my size! I was a bright and smart student, who was not afraid to take charge! My personality was so magnetic that I used it to help recruit for my university! My dark brown eyes matched my skin which was speckled with moles and freckles galore! I usually kept my hair in tight braids, but that night I wore it out in a large natural Afro that I loved so much!

I felt so confident at that party! I carefully put together the outfit I was wearing one piece at a time: Long sleeved tight fitting black top to help control the little tummy that I did have and a gold skirt that stopped just at my knees! The black tights and booties were my favorite part! I wore light mascara and eyeliner with gold dangly earrings to match! I felt like a goddess in that outfit!

The party was booming , but the alcohol was getting to me! After about 4 drinks the drinks were starting to hit me a little too much. I didn’t want to make scene or ruin Sarah’s night, so I quietly walked into the hall to collect myself and popped a squat against the wall. I heard someone clear their throat and when I looked up I saw him! Sal has followed me into the hall. He noticed that I was drunk and started heckling me about it. He leaned down and started pushing my shoulder asking if I was drunk! “It’s your fault, if you didn’t keep filling my cup” to which he responded “Well, maybe I did it on purpose”. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach! Why would he want me drunk? I didn’t need liquor if he wanted me? I’d happily take him bright eyed and sober. Sal pushed me again and I pushed back at him. Because I was squatting, my hand hit directly at his groin. He moved back a little and whispered “That’s for later”. I gasped and quickly stood back up from the shock of that statement. When directly approached in a sexual manner, I get nervous. So as I started to walk away a said “Thats my que to leave” Sensing that I was drunk, Sal offered me a ride home.

I was happy but disappointed! I wanted to be with him, but I wanted to be fully sober if I were lucky enough! It was not too often that a guy I was interested in felt the same way, especially someone like him! I walked back to the party, said my good byes to Sarah and the rest and left with Sal. I would ask my roommate to drive back tomorrow to pick up my car. The party was only a 10 min drive away from my apartment. We pulled up to my apartment and he kindly walked me to my door. He convinced me to let him come in and sit and talk for a bit! There was no talking at all! As soon as I shut and locked the door, his lips were on mine!

Hard, rough, and I could feel his hands all over me! Before I could think, he pulled me down the hall and into my bedroom! Guessing which room was mine was an easy mission, considering my room was the one with the open door and the pictures of me and my family everywhere! My room was decorated with white fairy lights above my bed, closet door, and entry door. I usually flipped on my lights before leaving, it gave my room a romantic soft glow. Sal shut my door and shoved me onto my bed. He climbed on top of me, forcing himself between my legs. Sal started kissing me up and down my neck! I could feel his dick growing as his was push himself against me. It felt hard and big, really big! The next thing I can remember is him sliding off my tights and my panties going with them! After throwing my tights and panties to side, Sal placed himself between my legs again. This time my bare pussy was rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. I could the firmness every time he would grind into me.

“You want me? Tell me you want me? Don’t you want it? I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby” He said while breathing heavily.

Suddenly it hit me: I was drunk and I didn’t want it like this! I wanted sex with him to be something I did sober! Yes, he was my friend’s brother, but I barely knew this man! This is not me, I don’t have sex with strangers! I don’t do random hookups!

I told him “Wait, no” and “stop” but he didn’t listen!

“Sal, come on now. Stop, I don’t wanna do this” I said more forcefully while grunting from exertion to get him off of me.

I tried to push him off, but it was no use he was much bigger and stronger than me! His face went from lustful to frustration and that’s when he slapped me! I guess he didn’t like all the struggling! He groped my breasts through my top so hard, I thought I was gonna cry! Then his hand made its way down to the hem of skirt and he found his way to my pussy. I admit I was wet from the first few kisses and he taunted me with it.

“Oh, you didn’t really want me to stop. Did you?”

Sal’s fingers found my clit and made hard and rough circles around it! He then jabbed two fingers inside of me and used his thumb to continue to play with my clit. The fingering was so intense especially with him hitting my g-spot! I came so hard that my legs were shaking. He got off of me, stood up, and I thought that was all he wanted. To my horror, I heard his pants unbuckle...

Before dropping his pants to the ground, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and produce a latex condom.

“Never leave home without one”, he said.

I got scared and crawled to the furthest corner on my bed!

“Strip”, he said to me.

Then he continued to undress himself. When Sal was down to just his briefs, he looked up and noticed that I had not moved. He grabbed my left leg and effortlessly yanked me to the edge of the bed. He reached down and grabbed my face with his huge hands and brought it within an inch of his own face. I could feel his warm breath on skin and I hated it. In the most calm and calculated manner, he whispered “I said “strip””. I was not the type who liked to be pushed around! I hated being told what to do and when to do it. So with defiance in my eyes, I angrily spat in his face.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” He growled at me.

His eyes had grown dark and empty, which made a small amount of fear and regret swell inside my chest. He pushed me back on the bed, got on top of me, put one hand around my throat and used his other hand to shove four of fingers into my pussy! I thought that I was gonna split in two, it hurt so bad! He callously moved his fingers inside of me causing the pain to intensify.

“Ah, you’re hurting me. Stop, it hurts!” I cried to him. I was panting so heavily, I felt like I was gonna pass out.

“ When you’re ready to listen to me, I’ll stop. You’re only making this harder on your self” he said back to me.

After a few more painful thrusts of his hand, he stopped and got off of me.

With venom in his words he feverishly whispered “NOW STRIP”

I stood and pulled my shirt over my head. Revealing my black laced bra that cupped my large breasts. I went to reach for my skirt and Sal startled me.

“The bra too!” He grunted at me

My hands moved back up and I cautiously unclipped my bra. I heard Sal groan in excitement as my breasts popped free and my bra fell to the ground.

“Pierced nipples? Oh now you’re just teasing me” He said with an eerie smirk forming on his face.

He took a step towards, closing the little space between us and grabbed my left breast! He started groping me like a mad man, then he bent down and started sucking on my nipple. Though I was scared out of mind, his hot mouth felt so good against my tender nipple! His tongue sucking, licking, and swirling almost sent me over the edge. My body betrayed me as I let out a soft moan. I guess Sal took that as me wanting more because he sucked even harder!! He stopped his assault on my breast and pointed at my skirt.

“Take off the skirt” He said in a less menacing tone.

When I looked down to upzip my skirt that’s when I noticed his dick! He still had on his briefs, but I could see the outline of it and it was huge! He noticed me staring and he grabbed his dick and smirked.

“ A little over 9 inches and a hand full, but I know you can take it!” He said as his horrible grin grew.

And with that my fear came all rushing towards me at once, I tried to bolt for the door but he grabbed me by my hair and tossed me onto the floor.

“It’s skirt, you don’t have to take this off for me to fuck you anyway” he said.

He was on top of me and the weight of his body was something I’d never forget! He was crushing me and he liked it! He leaned up and dressed his now free dick with the condom he had!

“I’ve been waiting for this all night”, Sal growled at me.

He grabbed his dick and roughly thrusted himself into me! I felt like fire was blazing through me. The pain from him being so harsh was blinding! Though I wasn’t a virgin, it felt like my first time all over again! The pain and the fear all wrapped into one! I could his balls slapping against me as he loudly grunted into my ear! He lowered his head and began sucking on my nipples while fucking me. All the while, I lied there uselessly swatting at him and begging him to stop! Each thrust hurt worst than the last!

“Sal, I’m sorry. Stop, please! If you stop we can do this another time, I promise” I tried to bargain with him

“I...want this...now. I...want...you now” he breathlessly whispered in between grunts

“Please! You’re hurting me” I begged and I began to cry.

He was going full force by pulling himself all the out and slamming all the back into my aching cunt! This caused me to moan in pain, which only made him smile! Suddenly, he picked up his pace and his thrusts became more aggressive! Sal’s grunting became more animal like the faster he moved. He was about to cum, I just knew it! Then he withdrew him, lifted me up, and flipped me onto my stomach!

“Please just finish”, I begged him to which he replied “Before I fuck your ass?”

I started to panic at that moment! I had never had anal sex before and I didn’t want to start, especially not now!! I felt him use my pussy’s wetness as lube on my untouched asshole. I hoped that he’d take it easier this time around with it being my ass, but I was wrong! He rammed himself inside of my tiny asshole just as hard! I arched my back and screeched in pain! I felt myself stretch more and more around his dick the deeper he got. He began his same “all the way out and all the way in” motions again! I suddenly, felt him reach around and start rubbing my clit with his rough hands. Every grunt was louder and more brutish! When I felt him stop pumping, I prayed that it was over, but not quite yet. He pulled out of me and took his condom off.

“I’ve gotta do this right”. “Do what right?”

I asked but he ignored me.

He took his dick and forced himself back into my pussy. Raw, no protection! I panicked! I wasn’t ready for children and definitely not with him! He kept thrusting until I felt him start to gain incredible speed! Then I feel it! Streams of hot cum shoot into my unprotected cervix! Stream after stream, I could feel myself filling up with his cum. Even though he was orgasming he continued to make painful thrusts into me! When he finished he slowly pulled out of me, got dressed, and left me on the floor. Alone, naked, and dripping

I hope those of you that chose to read it, enjoyed it! And please offer me all of the constructive feedback! I have never written a story before!

[helplessly-nonstop]

Don’t Speak but Listen (S.R, B.B. smut)

Well, I did another fic challenge, this time for the lovely @angryschnauzer! My guidelines for my fic was Walking Dead AU with our favorite super soldiers, STUCKY!!!

Reader was awfully fond of the changes of season, one in particular: summer into fall. But when she and Bucky goes on a run and she winds up in a sex shop, the two soldiers have a brilliant idea on how to punish her.

Warnings: use of blindfolds and handcuffs, smut, sex(mxf), fucking one’s self(the m word creeps me out), slight domxsub scene, mmf, oral sex, fingering, mentions of a sex tot( not really) and my favorite warning: cursing!!!

Word Count: 2237 😅(the end is kind of rushed I’m so sorry this is a lot of garbage)

Ever since the Apocalypse started back three years ago, I knew that I needed to savor the little things that I loved in my previous life. One of the biggest things that I had loved was when the leaves changed from green to beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow into fall. New York was notorious for its change from summer to fall and it was my favorite time of the year. So of course, my best friends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes knew that they had to savor the moment of the seasons changing.

“Y/N, you seeing this?” Bucky asked, nudging me awake. I rubbed at my head, groaning when I realized that my headache from the night before still wasn’t gone, and asked,”Please tell me that we don’t have walkers standing outside of that door.”

Steve grinned down at me then answered,”Nope. C’mere and check it out.” He helped me to my feet and I peeked out the window, anxious at the sight that might greet me, then let out a sigh of relief. The leaves were finally brushing the grass and was creating small piles all over the yard. I gave my friends a small grin then asked,”You guys wanna go play in the leaves with me?”

The two exchanged smiles and we darted outside, making sure to take weapons in case we would run into a walker.

I stared down at the small piles and shuffled my feet through the leaves, enjoying the crunch underneath my boots. It was a soothing sound and when I turned to look at my best friends, I got a face full of leaves. I gaped at a grinning Steve then he threw more with a chuckle, racing around the trio of oak trees in our front yard as I started to chase him.

“You’re such a child!” I cried out, trying to stuff his shirt with the offending objects. In return, Bucky began helping his best friend defend himself against my pitiful leaf tossing.

We continued to throw the fallen objects at one another but just as I figured, our laughter drew some unwanted attention, causing us to retreat into the cabin once again after killing the stray walkers that wondered in on our fun.

“Hey, I’m sorry that you didn’t get to play in the leaves more.” Bucky apologized, grasping my hand before kissing my palm. I smiled up at him then replied,”Eh, it’s okay. I’m glad that I got to play in the leaves, even if it was for a short period of time.”

“Maybe after you and Buck get back from your run today, we can go back out.” Steve suggested, settling on our little couch that we found just a few weeks ago. I hummed in agreement then nodded, motioning for Bucky to lead the way to the car, knowing that the sooner that we left for in town, the better we would be off.

“Be careful and don’t do anything stupid please!” Steve called out after us, waving us away toward town.

-

To say that the run didn’t go as planned was the understatement of the year. Bucky gave me specific instructions to stay by his side but that was before I found out our big problem.

Someone’s group was skimming all of the supplies that my friends and I had gathered over the last few weeks and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I lured the four people into a shop one by one to take them out. But what I didn’t realize was what kind of shop I had entered.

It was a sex shop in case you were wondering. And that’s where Bucky found me, his two backpacks filled to the brim and mine was empty. His eyebrows furrowed together at the sight then demanded,”What the hell were you thinking, I told you to stay behind me!”

I started to explain my reasoning but he rolled his blue eyes and bit out,”Just get in the fucking truck, Y/N. I want to get back home.”

The car ride back to the cabin was bitterly quiet and I glanced up at him, beginning to make my case, only for him to shut me down once again.

And when we got back home, I realized that my case wasn’t going anywhere, especially when Bucky brought Steve into things.

“I honestly don’t know why you won’t let me explain! Plus, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself perfectly. I don’t need to follow you around like a little duckling. You don’t need to be so pissed off!” I snapped, shoving open the front door, hoping that it would slam in his face. But unfortunately that didn’t work out.

“You didn’t fucking listen to me out there, that’s why I’m pissed!” Bucky shouted, following me into the house, where Steve was relaxing on the couch, a look of confusion crossing his face briefly, before he asked,”What happened?”

“Little Princess over here decided that she was going to fucking risk her life over a fucking vibrator!” Bucky snapped, blue eyes glowering with his rage.

“Jesus Christ, it wasn’t like that!” I shouted, chest heaving with annoyance. He barked out a bitter laugh and looked over me before demanding, ”Really? Then would you mind explaining to me why the hell I found you in a fucking sex shop?” I opened my mouth to reply when I watched Steve come to a stand, my words failing to come out.

The blond tangled his fingers through my hair and yanked back, forcing me to meet his stunning eyes.

“You were in a sex shop?”he hissed out, his nose brushing my own as he leaned closer. I started to reply but he crushed his lips to mine, cutting off my statement. I whimpered into his mouth and he pulled away, turning to Bucky, saying,”You found her in there, you deal with her in your way.”

“Excellent.” Bucky purred, stepping forward. He lifted me over his shoulder and slapped my ass, my body jolting forward. He tossed me onto the bed and snatched the handcuffs that we kept in case we run into some unfriendly people along the way, then snapped them onto my wrists, cuffing me to the bed.

“Bucky, what the hell are you doing?” I shouted, struggling in my restraints as he shifted through our makeshift closet, obviously looking for something.

“You shut your pretty mouth or I’ll bend you over my knee and spank your ass bruised.”he threatened, finally finding whatever he was looking for. Steve entered the bedroom then stroked his beard, index finger running over his bottom lip.

“Steve, please!” I pleaded, giving him a pout but he only shrugged in return. I turned back to Bucky and froze at the sight that greeted me. He was now shirtless, the scars from his life part of his flawless physique, and I watched as his metal arm flexed as he twisted the tie that he had in between his hands.

“I’m going to blindfold you and give you what you’ve wanted since we met. But first, you’re gonna need a little bit of punishment, doll.” He tied the blindfold over my eyes and I gave a small sigh, knowing that nothing good could come from Bucky’s punishments. A small grunt escaped one of the men and I whimpered, the realization of what his form of a punishment was.

“He’s got such a pretty cock, Princess. It’s a damn shame that you can’t see him stroking himself.” Steve murmured in my ear, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

“No.” I gasped out. He hummed in assurement then replied,”Yes ma’am, he’s got his fist all around his dick. Do you want to see?”

“Yes, please! Let me see, please,please, let me see you, let me watch please!” I begged, legs falling open in invitation. Bucky hummed and leaned forward, taking my earlobe between his teeth before he tugged, releasing it slowly, then he gave me an answer,”No.”

I gave a frustrated cry, hips rising to find something to soothe the ache, when I felt fingers slide in between the folds of my pussy, a small gasp escaping me.

“Filthy little whore. You’re soaking wet.” Steve hissed and Bucky lifted my blindfold finally, revealing the sight that I had been desperate to watch.

Steve was settled between my thighs, perched up with one elbow, and I turned my head slightly, locking my gaze to where Bucky was getting himself off.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, you want my cock?”he asked, his tone smug. I nodded eagerly then my head slammed back as Steve sucked my clit into his mouth, giving a small nip as he laved it over with his tongue.

“Let Stevie make you come with that sweet mouth of his and I’ll fuck you senselessly, alright?”he offered, kissing the corner of my mouth. I lifted my head to catch his kiss, only for Steve to wrap his hand around my throat, slamming me back.

“Don’t move, whore. I mean it.”he snarled, shoving three fingers into me. I gave a small shriek then Bucky covered the sound, pushing two of his own fingers into my mouth.

“Shh, sweetheart, you can’t be doing that. You remember what kinda shit we’ll deal with if you make too much noise.” Bucky murmured, pulling his hand away from his dick and his fingers from my mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, blinking tears away. Steve’s blue eyes peered up at my expression then he pulled away from my cunt, his fingers never stopping their speed, as he replied,”It’s okay, doll, don’t cry. We know you want to come, but you can’t be too loud, okay?”

I nodded in agreement then he grinned, saying, ”What a good girl, trying to make things right with us. What do you say, Buck, think you should finally fuck her?”

“Fuck yeah.”the brunet breathed, eyes glued to where Steve rubbed rough circles into my clit, hips twitching with restraint.

“P-please may I come?” I whimpered, fingers tight in the comforter underneath my body. Steve gave a small lick to my core then Bucky stated,”What a polite whore. I guess you can come.”

My head tilted back and he covered my mouth, a cry bubbling up my throat before escaping softly. Steve continued his ministrations, sucking and licking in all the right places to draw out my orgasm as long as possible. Finally the blond pulled away and I slumped against the bed, panting. Bucky finally uncuffed my wrists then kissed the marked skin before he asked,”Are you ready to take my dick, baby doll?”

I gave a small nod then he smiled, pulling me to him, and gripped the base of his cock, brushing the head against my slit.

My fingers tightened around his biceps as he slowly pushed into me, my walls grasping greedily for more. I thrashed my head back and forth, eager for him to begin moving, then I begged, ”Please fuck me, Buck, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll listen, please fuck me!”

He gave a grin then finally, began fucking me like I wanted him to. The sound of skin slapping skin and small groans filled the room and I locked eyes with Steve, who reached up then rubbed at my clit, my hips jerking at the new sensation.

“You’re so desperate to come on his cock, sweetheart, but you have to ask nice or we won’t let you come again.”the blond instructed, giving me a pointed look. I turned to glance at Bucky who then picked up his speed, slamming into me, before he ordered,”Come on, baby doll, you can do it. Ask me to make you come again.”

Suddenly, my mouth began running and I couldn’t bring myself to shut the hell up.

“Please let me come, don’t stop fucking me, please, I can take it, don’t stop! Make me come, let me come, I’ll come on your cock so good, Buck, please! I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you!” I cried, my body rocking with the force of his thrusts. The brunet gave a mean grin and finally, started rubbing fast circles on my clit, never slowing his pace once.

“Oh God, I’m going to come, ‘m gonna come, please let me come!” I pleaded, hips arching to meet his. Steve gave a nod then finally agreed,”Let her come.”

After my orgasm hit, the rest was a bit of a blur. I remember him coming on my stomach then small grunts filled my ears, Steve obviously working himself to an orgasm.

When the sun brushed my face the next morning, my eyes fluttered open and I made my way downstairs to where Bucky and Steve sat on the couch, guns cocked and aimed at a trio of men: one Asian and the other two white. I gave a hesitant look then pulled my own gun as I asked, “Boys? Who’s your new buds?”

“Rick, Daryl, and Glenn. They’ve been watching us a while and they have a proposition for us.” Bucky informed me, his voice tense with uncertainty.

“And that is what exactly?” I asked in return, curling my hand around Steve’s neck for comfort, my gun still aimed at the three.

“We’d like for ya to join our group.”

[metalzombiemiss]

Conference

Characters: Negan x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, language

So @ohsosmutty loved part 1 so much and asked for a part 2! Hope you enjoy!

“Good morning, Negan,” you casually say as you walk past him in the hallway. You step into your office and glance at your watch. 9:30, you think, How is it only 9:30? You huff impatiently and set your bag down on the floor. Your hand reaches over to the computer to turn it back on after a weekend asleep. As it sings awake, there’s a knock at your door. You look up to see Negan smiling at you. “Hi,” he says, attempting to sound professional, “I know you booked the conference room at 10 for us but I was hoping we could go over a few things before that.” You nod, “Good idea. Shut the door.” You get up and walk over to meet him. He shuts the door behind him and you lean in to lock it. “What things did you want to go over?” You question, running your hand up his chest. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you towards him. His lips meet yours with an intense passion. You can feel the desire in him as your tongues dance to a song only you can hear. You let go and look up at him.

He towers over you just as he had on Friday and the arousal between your thighs begins to creep. You opted for no panties this time so that all of your juices can freely flow out of you. “I thought that maybe I could fucking work you up in here so our “meeting” can be that much fucking better,” he says, stroking your cheek gently. “We could do that,” You slink away and walk over to your desk, “Could make it that much more intense.” You bend over, showing your supple ass to him. Your thigh high stockings peeking through the slit in your pencil skirt. Negan’s deep growl as he walks towards you sends a shiver up your spine. He settles himself behind you and begins feeling every curve. His hands explore you as you hum softly, responding to his touch. You throw your head back as his long fingers find their way up your skirt. “Oh fuck me, darlin,” he groans in appeasement, “No fucking panties this time? Holy fuck. I’m not sure I can wait until 10.” He leans down and nibbles on your exposed neck as he slides his finger up and down your slit.

You stand up and turn to face him. “Well, I’m sorry Negan but you’re going to have to wait. I know it’s going to be hard,” you say, rubbing the rock hard manhood he’s presenting, “But it’ll be worth it. The anticipation is what makes it that much better.” You lick his lips softly and smile at him. He smirks and brings you towards him to kiss once more. You moan into his mouth as your tongues battle roughly. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you away. “Sweetheart, I don’t like not being in control of situations. So, here’s what’s going to fucking happen: I’m gonna sit your fine ass up on this fancy desk of yours, spread your legs as far as they can fucking go and devour your pussy like it’s the last thing I’m ever gonna fucking do with my life,” he growls into your ear, licking your jaw line between each statement. You sigh, “As appealing as that sounds, we should wait. I promise you, it will be worth the wait.” You kiss him softly. “God damn, darlin. You fucking kill me with this shit. I’m hard as fuck and you are still denying me! How do you have such fucking amazing fucking self-control?” You giggle as you walk to the other side for your desk. “I like the anticipation. It gets me wet as fuck which makes me cum harder. Don’t you want me to cum hard for you, Negan?” You smirk. His dark eyes once again stare right through you. “Fucking hell, baby,” he leans over the desk, “You are a god damn tease. Such a dirty girl. You know how to make my dick twitch.” “Now, do me a favor: Shut the fuck up for once and get out of my office. I’ll see you in 15 minutes.” You lean in and kiss him again. “Mother fucker. I have never let a woman control me like this. You are something fucking else sweetheart,” he stands up, fixes his obvious erection, and turns around to leave. “15 minutes, Negan,” you say sternly as the door opens and he walks out. You smile, proud of yourself for your dominance. Enjoy it while you can, you think, you’re going to pay for that soon.

You get up from your desk several minutes later and fix your skirt. The love that had been keeping itself inside began to drip down your thick thighs in anticipation. You grab a folder filled with papers to keep up appearances and walk down the hall to conference room B. Your heart races as you walk in to find Negan already leaning on the table. “You’re late,” he says sternly. You shut the door behind you and lock it. Your heels clack on the hardwood floor as you walk towards him. “Fuck you. I’m a minute early,” You scoff, setting the folder down on the desk. He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. “You are in big fucking trouble, dirty girl,” His voice deep and raspy. The rumble in his voice causes your core to twitch with excitement. “Am I, now?” You question, running your tongue along his thin lips. A tingle runs up his spine and his eyelids flutter shut. “Mmm…yes you fucking are. I’m the one in fucking control, you little slut,” he yanks your hair, craning your neck towards the ceiling, “How fucking dare you deny me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” You giggle and immediately move your hand to his hard member. “This isn’t fucking funny. You’re going to be punished for this.” He goes directly for your neck and bites down, knowing full well he’ll be leaving a mark. You gasp and rub his cock faster. The toughness of his beard scratching every inch of skin. “What are you gonna do? Spank me?” You taunt him, your breath accelerating. “Oh, I’m gonna do way fucking more than just spank you. I’m gonna make fucking sure you can’t fucking walk for a damn week,” he continues to lick and suck on your neck like a vampire desperate for blood.

Your groans fill the room and his large hand swiftly covers your mouth. “Shut the fuck up, doll. We can’t let anyone hear us,” he whispers in your ear. “Mmm… yes, sir,” you respond, breathless. “Now, be good or I won’t let you cum,” he growls. You whimper in protest. He grins, gripping his bottom lip in his teeth. Grabbing you by the throat, he kisses you again. He forces his tongue into your mouth and leads you to the edge of the conference table. Still consuming his lips, you get yourself on the large mahogany table and wrap your legs around his waist. You force him towards you and you can immediately feel him on your mound. There’s no hiding your arousal anymore. The excitement building in your core begins to drip down creating a pool beneath you on the table. His hand grazes down your body and finds its way up your skirt again. He groans with delight as he discovers the soaking mess that is your pussy. His middle finger slides up and down, teasing your clit. You grind your hips forward but he stops you. “What the fuck did I say, darlin?” He grabs your face with his free hand. “Sorry, Daddy. I just want your fingers in me so fucking badly. Please. Finger fuck my cunt,” you beg desperately. “Jesus fucking Christ, babydoll, you’ve got a filthier mouth than I fucking do!” He slides his middle finger into you and slowly pumps in and out. You throw your head back with relief. “Fuck,” you moan. Your hand begins to explore your clothed breasts. He looks at you and grins, “I think you need to lose that blouse, sweetheart. It’s getting in the way of me playing with those fine fucking tits you got.” You look at him with your lust filled eyes and begin to unbutton your white blouse. Your breasts sit beautifully in your white lace bra as you begin to run your fingers on the edge of the cup. You remove your left breast and start to massage it slowly as his finger continues inside of you. He slides in a second and then a third, stretching your walls as if to prepare you for what’s coming.

Negan brings himself to his knees and hikes your skirt up a little more. “I wanna fucking taste you while you squirt all over my hand, baby. Without wasting any time, his tongue laps at your bud. He devours you as he had promised in your office. You pinch your nipple and sway your hips into his face. Your orgasm builds slowly and soon, you escape into a world of ecstasy. You cover your mouth to avoid too much sound leaving your lips. Your thighs shake and grasp around his head. The orgasm subsides and you’re breathless. He comes to his feet, wiping your cream off his beard. “Fuck, baby. You are insane when you cum,” he says, undoing his belt and removing his black slacks. You sit up slightly to be able to reach his cock. “Is it your turn, daddy?” You ask, softly. “No, darlin,” he removes your hand, “If I don’t fuck you right fucking now, I’m gonna lose my shit. I need your pussy around me.” He kisses you again and teases your hole with the head of his cock. He pushes himself with force making you scream into his mouth. You shake from the shock of it. You rush to unbutton his dress shirt so you can feel his chest hair on your breasts, your mouths still attacking one another. The coarse, dark hair on his chest sends a chill through your whole body. His cock fills you to the brim and you can hardly contain your next orgasm. Your walls clench around his girth. His groans becoming louder. “Shhhh….” You whisper, “We can’t make any noise.” His forehead rests on yours as he continues to slam into you. His hands grasping at your bra, making your breasts spill over the cup. Without warning, the waves of pleasure take over again. Your pussy explodes on his cock as you dig your nails into his chest. His lips are on yours in an instant taking in every whimper you can muster.

He stops and pulls himself out of you. You stare at him with confusion. He sits down in one of the leather chairs in the room and looks down at himself. “Get the fuck over here and ride this cock like a mechanical bull in a god damn country bar, sweetheart,” he says, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. You bite your bottom lip and hop off the table. You walk towards him slowly and begin to tease his cock. “No, no, doll. None of that. Turn your back to me and get the fuck on me. Now,” he protests. You giggle and spin yourself around. He smacks your ass with such force you nearly topple over. You welcome the sting. He repeats the gesture on the other cheek. “You are a naughty little bitch,” he says. He leans in and begins leaving bite marks on your ass. He said he was going to punish you and he’s following through. You place yourself over him and slide down the length of him. You adjust to his size again. Your hips bounce up and down while his hands grasp your hips. “Fuck yeah, baby. Ride that cock. You like it, don’t you?” He grabs you by throat and pulls you closer to him. “Yes, Daddy. I love this cock,” you respond, struggling to keep focus on his words. “You’re mine, now. Isn’t that right, slut? You’re my sexy little fucking whore.” His words sting the air and you gasp as his cock hits your g-spot. You grind your hips on him as you get closer. “Say it,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m your whore,” you reply, eyes shut tight anticipating the next explosion. “Good girl,” his fingers dig into your hips again and he adjusts himself. He slams into your hole faster and harder than before, leaving marks on your hips as he digs deeper. You bite your bottom lip again to try and stifle a scream. You shake and the flood gates open once again. Your cum runs down his legs and his moans signal his moment is coming. You climb off of him and fall to your knees. You take his member into your mouth and open your throat as much as you can. You choke on him as you lick and suck every last inch you can take. He twitches in you and soon you feel his warmth run down your throat. “Mmmmmffff…Fuuuuck!” His voice echoing in the empty room. You swallow every last drop and look up at him. He runs his fingers through your hair and stares into your eyes. His pupils still large from the release.

“You are a work of fucking art, doll. I think I’m gonna keep you,” he says, rising up to put his slacks back on. Helping you to your feet, you adjust your skirt back down. “Well, we will see how long this lasts,” you laugh, fixing your blouse. He buttons his own shirt and looks down at you, “I already told you, pussy that nice is needed long term.” You fix your hair and raise an eyebrow. “What?” You reply. “I’m keeping you, darlin,” his warm hands cup your face, “Why don’t we try fucking somewhere else next time? My place? After dinner?” You open your mouth but words escape you in that moment. “Tomorrow night. 7. My place. I’ll send you the address later,” he lets go of your face and walks out of the room. You stand there in disbelief, unsure of what just happened. A date? You think. Oh, fuck….

[magicinhermadness]

"I've never seen one that big before"

I watched Pirate Radio a few days ago and this is what I did.

“Well how many pirate ships have you seen, Baker?” Mike asks as he hauls Ginny aboard the “pirate” ship where he lives to broadcast music off the coast of Great Britain.

Ginny shrugs, pulling down the hem of her blue shift. “I just imagined you lot would want to be inconspicuous, since what you’re doing is illegal.”

He laughs, shakes his head then points at a large buoy. “See that? That’s the demarcation for the English border. And that one way off is Ireland. These are international waters. I can do anything I want here and no one can punish me.”

She laughs as she nods, looking around the boat’s sparsely decorated upper deck. “So what do you do with such freedom?”

“Wish for a beach, mostly,” he replies with a laugh. “That’s the only thing I miss about California. There’s beaches for miles and miles.”

“We have beaches in Birmingham. And France is just a train ride away.”

“English beaches are too cold, and France…” He shakes his head then points to the distant shore. “But being a pirate has its perks.”

“Enough to make a Yank like you never go stateside again? I thought you people took pride in dying for your country?” she teases as she walks around the deck.

Mike laughs as he wraps his arm around her waist, leads her into the ship where the other DJs are having dinner. He smiles, pulls her closer. “Boys, this is Ginny.”

“H’lo,” she greets with a smile and a wave. “It’s so nice to meet you all. I can’t b’lieve I’m here meeting the Rock Radio disc jockeys.”

“Well we’re it,” a large silver-haired man replies then goes around the room introducing the others. “I’m Al, but everybody calls me Skip.”

He points to a muscular man with a shock of blonde hair slicked back from his handsome face. “That’s Salvamini. We call him Sal, but he answers to Sally after a few pints.”

Next is a black man dozing off on the nearby couch. “That’s Blip. Excuse him. He does the early shift.”

Third is a slender man with long brown hair and a wispy beard. “That’s Tommy Miller, or the Torpedo as he calls himself because lord knows no one else will.”

“Especially not any bird he’s trying to shag,” Sal jokes and the men laugh.

He introduces the rest of the crew before Mike takes Ginny away to his room.

“Wait. I wanna see the broadcast room,” Ginny says as they reach the end of the hall.

Mike grins, takes her to the studio where a stocky man is speaking into the mic.

Mike murmurs, “That’s Sonny. His handle is Sonny’s Blues. It’s a literary reference that I don’t get.”

“Oh I love Sonny!” she whispers.

“And I love you too, love,” the disc jockey replies with a grin, turning away from the mic though he drags it with him. “Ladies and gents, our very own Midnight Mike has brought the most succulent bird in the whole world to meet me. What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Ginny Baker,” she replies with a wide grin. “I just love your show. The girls and I never miss it.”

“Girls? There’s more of you?”

Ginny nods. “I go to a little university in Birmingham. I won’t say where since I’m out after curfew.”

“And you’ve broken the rules to give our Yank a yank, have you?”

Ginny laughs and Mike comes to her rescue. “She’s come to see her first pirate boat.”

“It’s a dump if you’ve not noticed,” Sonny replies. “But we’ve got a certain hospitality.”

“That you do.” Ginny smiles at Mike who winks in return.

“We’d love to stay but she hasn’t seen my room yet.”

“A tragedy.” Sonny grins, waving at Ginny before she leaves ahead of Mike.

Mike leads Ginny to his room and to his surprised delight, she immediately climbs onto his bed and sits down. He goes to the record collection and picks out a record then turns to her with a smile. “This is my favorite. I play it every night.”

“I listen every night,” Ginny replies with a smile as Otis Redding’s “These Arms of Mine” fills the room.

“Is that so?” He turns on the record then sits beside her. “So how does it feel? Being here with Midnight Mike himself?”

“I can’t believe I’m in bed with Midnight Mike! The girls at school are going to die when they find out I met you.” Mike grins as he leans over to lay beside her.

Ginny’s hand falls to his belt buckle. “You know, Sal said on his show that you never take these off. Is that true?”

“No. I’ve got a couple of pairs,” he replies, his hand covering hers on the belt until it slips from beneath his. “But I’ve been in these long enough, don’t you think?”

She grins, nodding, then asks, “Do you hear that?”

He pauses, listens. “That’s Otis Redding. And you call yourself my number one fan.”

Ginny shakes her head, climbs off the bed. “Not that. Something else.”

She goes to the record player and stops it then turns on his radio, finding their station immediately. Mike remarks, “I didn’t even know we could pick up us.”

“I love this song!” Ginny replies, turning the volume up then throwing up her hands. Mike smiles as he watches her lithe frame gyrate, her hair coming loose from its pins and whipping around as she dances.

“Didn’t think I’d get a show,” Mike teases as she puts the small open space of his bedroom to use, giving her hips a workout to The Kinks’ “All Day and All of the Night”.

Ginny laughs as the song ends and she falls onto the bed beside him, her forehead shining with sweat. Mike remarks, “You’re hot. You should undress and cool off.”

Ginny laughs but turns to show him the zipper down the back of her dress.  She blushes as she leans in, requests, “Say it.”

Mike grins. “Say what?”

“You know. What you say at midnight,” she whispered, grinning at him, dimples popping out.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sure you’ve got the right guy?” he teases. “Have you been staying up late at college to listen to someone else?”

Ginny laughs. “It’s called university, and you know what I’m talking about. Come on. Just once.”

“That’s what all the bad girls who slip into my bed say. Come on. Just once. You know, that’s how I lost my innocence.”

“Well I’ve still got mine. Most of it anyway,” she replies with a grin.

“We’re in a perfect place to fix that.”

“Not if you won’t say it.” She stares at him with wide eyes, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she smiles innocently.

Mike grins wider, drops his voice to his radio growl as he unzips her dress. “Are you doing something your parents wouldn’t approve of? Something dirty? Can you feel the breeze between your knees?”

Ginny wiggles out of her dress, sitting before him in her white bra and panties. She leans back on the bed, kicking the dress off the edge but leaving on her knee-high black boots, and smiles. “Well how bout it then?”

Mike laughs as he rolls on top of her. “That’s my line.”

[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 33: "Exiting the forest is super simple: all you do is shoot that man in that house..."