#find the way to the heart..to the titty..close enough

[s0dium]

Obsession

Warning: Love drunk men, fingering, titty sucking, nipple play, unprotected sex, love drunk reader

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Love courses through your veins. He’s all you can think about.

You wonder if it's normal to be this enamored with someone, to be this hopelessly head over heels infatuated and obsessed. You can't even focus on what needs to be done anymore because he's absorbed your entire being; he's in your head when you wake up, a gentle whisper in the back of your mind during conversations, a constant in your dreams, day or night.

But it's a doomed one-sided crush you remind yourself. You're not even sure if he knows you exist and in quieter moments, you wonder if perhaps it’s better this way. Loving from a distance means you never have to face the potential heartbreak of rejection, never have to see that polite smile of someone who doesn’t return your feelings. It's safer, you tell yourself, to admire him from afar, keeping your heart guarded behind the shield of daydreams and what-ifs.

So surely, right now in this moment, you must be dreaming.

It feels too vivid, too intense to be just a figment of your imagination. The warmth of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his bare body pressing gently down on yours, the softness of his lips moving against your own with an insatiable hunger—it all feels astonishingly real.

Because it is.

You don't know how but now you're naked underneath him, letting him touch, grope, suck, kiss, nip, and bite anything his hands and mouth can find. He doesn't let up either, he's exploring your body like a starved man, like he'll never get a chance to touch you ever again and wont pull away until he's had his fill.

You gasp when you feel his fingers between your legs, tracing your inner thigh before gliding between your pussy lips. Instinctively, you jerk back at the feeling; his fingers collecting your arousal and sliding up and down. But before you can speak, he kisses you again, his tongue eagerly intertwining with yours. When he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless, a thin strand of saliva connects your mouths.

"Just let me take care of you okay?" He hums before dipping two fingers into your tight hole. "Just been waiting so long to do this."

You don't even have time to react before he's curling his digits and massaging a sweet spot you could only dream about hitting on your own. His other hand gropes your left breast and with his index and thumb, begins to play with your perky nipples. As if that wasn't enough, his mouth found your other breast and gave it the same attention, licking sucking, and rolling your nipple like it was candy.

Colors dance across your closed eyelids and you wonder if this is heaven, if you've died and reached nirvana because the pleasure is just that good. You dont know if you can handle this, handle the fact that he's sucking and playing with your nipples while finger fucking you. Your toes curl and uncurl from the hot searing euphoria that is absorbing your body and emitting from your core. Your back arches off the bed and your crying his name, moaning it even, something you only dreamed about doing late at night when you craved him.

Suddenly, his mouth releases your nipple with a pop and he ceases all of his ministrations, leaving you breathless and confused.

"Fuck, I-" He's breathless himself, his face flushed and pupils blown. "Need to be inside you, need to feel you." He practically groans, and you thickly gulp at his words. Your brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his abdomen after being released from its confines.

He watches you lay down on the bed, breasts and cunt glistening from juices. You dont know this but he actually thinks he is dreaming. You look like a painting right now and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from spilling just at the sight of you.

"Please," You whine, "Please fuck me."

Who is he to deny you?

Without a word he presses his tip against your entrance and slides into you, grunting at the snug fit of your walls. You let out a loud moan from the feeling of him filling you so so perfectly, so well you mentally curse yourself for thinking a dildo or your fingers could ever do the job.

Then with a moan of his own, he slides out of you, nearly leaving you empty, before rocking himself back into you. Oh, how he wanted to fuck you slow and nice, like you deserved, but as the seconds passed, his resolve seep away until he just couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

His thrusts become faster, quicker, slamming in and out of you with such vigor and ease due to your combined juices coating and dripping from both his length and your hole. The friction is delicious, and his tip seems to hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. He even grabs the underside of your thigh and pushes them against you, effectively folding you and half and allowing him to go even deeper inside you.

You could feel your rational slipping away as he groaned about how fucking good you felt, about how good you where taking him, how he had been dreaming about this. You want to say something too, say something about how you feel the same way, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth right now is wanton moans of his name.

The pleasure was becoming too much, it had been slowly building and building and you know your about to break any second, burst with such euphoria you don't know if you will ever come back from the high. Before you do though, your brain manages to work again for half a millisecond to express the exact words you are feeling.

"Love you! M'love you so much!" You gasped before letting yourself succumb to the mind-numbing orgasm that was waiting for you. Your whole body shook and quaked from the pleasure and your mind went white. You thought you might cry, from happiness or pleasure you did not know. But you didn't. You simply went limp while you let him use your body like a sex doll.

You are barely clinging onto consciousness when you feel his hips stutter against you and he scoops you up, holding you close while he cums inside you.

"Love you too, love you too." He groans against your ear.

Any character you want ;)

[enha-stars]

✧ eyes on me ; s.j

pairing: bf!jake x f!reader (mdni)

synopsis: jake was greedy; he was soft and loving and a bit silly, but he was greedy for you, for your attention, for anything you’d give him

warnings: lots of fluff, down bad jake, mentions of religion, death, hell [romantic], shy/sub jake (sorta), sort of dom reader (if you squint), attention whore jake (affectionate), boob play, jake loves titties, suggestive, no smut, kissing, hair pulling

a/n: idk what this is but i'm having so many jake thoughts it's insane. what i would give to pull his hair once.

the smell of butter wafted through the air as you fluffed the pillows on your sofa, humming a soft melody that jake had strummed into your subconscious.

jake watched you from the kitchen as he poured the popcorn into a large bowl and grabbed two cans of pop before he walked towards you, a soft smile on his lips.

he loved friday evenings because he got to spend them with you; your arms wrapped tightly around him as you mumbled about your day, he spent better half of the night finding a way to crawl into your skin and build a home.

he wanted to be as close to you as humanly possible, and then some. sometimes —and he always thought he was being slick but you knew— he would listen to your heartbeat and will his own heart to beat in synch with yours.

it always did.

jake watched as you fell onto the sofa, a soft groan escaping your lips when your back dug into the armrest. his eyes twinkled and he set down the popcorn on the little table you had pulled.

“don’t wanna lay on me, baby?”

you shuffled a bit downwards before you smiled up at him, eyes a bit droopier than you would have liked. he looked so pretty, standing above you with his hair brushed back and his skin glowy.

“mm, i wanna hold you.” jake naturally bit his bottom lip as his eyes crinkled in adoration. it didn’t matter how many years you two had been together; jake sim would always have that shy lover boy inside him.

jake waited patiently as you got comfortable and moved to lay on you once you nodded at him, giving him the go ahead. you prepared for jake's full weight on you and tensed up your body but he gently laid himself in between your legs.

he slotted himself between your legs and smiled against your chest when your legs wrapped around his lower half, your arms following in suit and wrapping around his shoulders.

his arms wrapped around your waist and he breathed you in; tucking his face in your neck. it had been a long week for the both of you and he had been looking forward to this every second of the week.

you shivered when his warm hands slid under your shirt and rested on your back, his nails lightly awakening all the cells in your body. you dug your heel in his shin and he nipped the skin of your neck.

"you smell good," he whispered. his eyes were squeezed shut and when you pulled back to see his face, he looked immensely content; like this is exactly where he belonged, exactly where he would stay.

"i smell like you," you smiled down at him, a twinkle in your eyes. he wanted to kiss it, to brush it and feed it; keep it ignited forever like his own personal lighthouse.

"exactly," he replied. "and i smell like you. just how God intended."

instead of answering, you crinkled your nose at him and he felt his heart rate pick up at the sight.

you slid one hand down his shirt through the collar and your other hand pressed 'play' on the tv before it slid into his hair. you felt him shiver under your touch and you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

right then and there, if jake had died, he would have been okay with it. he would have hated leaving you all alone, but if he had to go, he wanted it to be in your arms.

he was sure that even if dante himself had pulled him through hell, a second in your arms was enough to make it all worth it.

the familiar blues and fishes graced your tv and jake hummed in content as he pressed his ear against your heart, listening to the melody of the mermaids and your heart synch into the most beautiful song jake had ever heard.

your eyes never strayed from the tv as you watched the film you had been thinking about for a few days. you couldn't pinpoint why the little mermaid had been swimming through your thoughts until you began running your fingers through jake's locks.

jake focused on the tv for a bit but the feeling of your hand pressing down on his back, the coldness of your palm against his burning skill had him dizzy. his eyes fluttered shut when your fingers scraped his skull.

"you remind me of prince eric," you whispered, tugging on jake's hair. you tilted his head upwards to catch his eye and your throat bobbed at his expression; the way his eyes burned with a simmering heat and the small hitch in his breath didn't escape you.

"yeah?" his throat was dry as he looked up at you, a familiar heat bubbling in his stomach. "what about him?" jake didn't care about the movie. he didn't care about ariel's dilemma or sebastian's lectures. he cared about you; he wanted you, he wanted your attention.

all of it.

you shuffled under him, lips getting closer as your fingers ran through the ends of his hair. you slid your hand from the nape of his neck to the front and grazed his skin until you could brush the hair out of his eyes.

jake stared up at you with shiny eyes and pink lips. he had been biting on his bottom lip for a bit and you brushed your thumb against the pulled lip, enticing him to release it.

his body was yours, after all.

"you kind of look like him," you responded. your fingers traced the lines of his face, the dips and plush of his flesh until he was sure that you could mold him from any clay. he rested his chin in between your breasts, putty in your arms.

"your hair," you mumbled. jake watched carefully as you ran both your hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. his eyes shut and he barely held on to the whimper that almost escaped him. "it looks like his. especially since you've grown it out."

"what else?" jake wanted your eyes on him. he couldn't really handle them, but he loved the way his body felt alive under your gaze.

"your personalities are similar," you mused. your eyes glanced at the tv and jake slid his hand from your back to your stomach. the rough calluses on his hand tickled your skin and you glanced down at him, a smile tugging on your lips at the desperation in his eyes.

"he's charming, optimistic, adventurous," you listed. jake listened carefully, letting your voice settle deep within his bones until he was sure he'd hear you even after death. you smiled brightly at him and jake felt the air in his lungs leave him. "he's sensitive and a bit shy."

"sounds like me," jake grinned.

"it does," you laughed. "i fell in love with you long before i even met you."

you turned back to the tv so you didn't see the look of pure astonishment on jake's face. he felt his cheeks warm and he pressed his face against your chest, grinning to himself when you laughed at his shyness. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his hand slid up your stomach.

he wasn't full yet; he was still starving for your attention. he wanted to bask under your stare until it overwhelmed him. he let his hand travel further upwards until his fingers brushed the skin right under your breasts.

he was so glad you weren't wearing a bra.

you tried really hard to keep you attention on the tv. you knew jake was up to something, but you weren't ready for his wet tongue to press against your nipple through your thin shirt.

you naturally arched your back in response and jake took that as a sign to continue. your nails dug into his scalp as his tongue continued to poke and lick at one of your nipples while he pulled and pinched the other with his hand.

he loved your boobs. he could have spent the rest of his life like this, simply laying in between your legs with his tongue on your skin and he would have happily thanked whoever was responsible.

your head fell back and your eyes shut on their own accord at the pleasure. noticing the lack of attention, jake bit down on your skin and smiled against your wet shirt when your eyes fell on his.

"eyes on me, baby."

jake stared into your eyes as he sucked on your other nipple, his hand squeezed and kneading the other breast. your breathing had deepened and jake buzzed under your stare, sucking and nibbling like he had a point to prove it.

you swallowed a moan but jake felt it in the way your body squirmed underneath his. he released your hardened, perked nipple and raised his head, eyes shiny with lust and love.

"please," he begged against your skin. his breath brushed your face and you had never seen anything prettier. his hair fell across his forehead so prettily, and his eyes shone with so much love it almost choked you.

you smiled softly at him before your hands travelled from his hair to his cheeks. you cupped his chiseled jaw and pulled him towards you, lips crashing against his. you swallowed his little gasp and tipped your head further down, lips moving his passionately.

jake felt his entire core shake as his lips moved against yours, teeth and tongue all clashing as every unsaid whisper speaks itself into existence.

you pulled jake's hair, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. a string of saliva connects your bruised, plump lips and jake breaks it wirh his tongue. your eyes hungrily follow his movements and he knows he has all your attention now.

he knows he's always had it, but now you can't think about anything except him. exactly how he can't think about anything other than you.

"what do you want, baby?"

you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and smiled against his lips when his eyelashes brushed your skin. you pulled away and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear.

"you, jake. i always only ever want you."

he grinned at the look in your eyes and the breathiness of your voice and pressed his pelvis against yours, swallowing your moan.

"i always only ever want you too."

[erenjaegerwifee]

All Mine

Survive the Night: Day 6

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, manipulative kidnapping (neteyam lured you in and kept you), mentions of killing, slow sex, hard rough sex, titty sucking, pervy Neteyam, delusional Neteyam, forced mating, kuru play, oral fixation, breeding kink, p in v, beginning of Stockholm syndrome.

Word Count: 4.7k

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If you feel uncomfortable please do not interact with this post. Feel free to scroll.

You fly over the forest; it seems to calm you quite a bit when you are feeling stressed. You are a part of the Aranahe Clan, located in the silk woods, Kinglor Forest. You love your home very much but sometimes keeping up is frustrating, everyone wants something for you. You love exploring the different parts of your moon, Eywa has gifted each clan with such unique things, you cannot help but be curious.  

You are usually always careful not to over step your boundaries and cross over into other clan territory, it only brings trouble having to explain why you were there in the first place. You fly for hours until you are very close to the omatikaya clan. You have had some interactions wither their people but not enough to feel comfortable. You set your ikran down for a snack and rest while you continue your exploring by walking. 

This part of the forest looks different than yours but it is to be expected. You stop at a waterfall catching some water in a leave to take a drink. Your mind was far, you weren’t paying attention the way you usually would, your mind runs circles around your troubles at home. 

It was exhausting honestly, you laid down next to the small pond you just drank from and decided it was best to take a short nap, letting the sound of the running water put you to rest. When you awoke it was dark.  

Shit. You didn’t mean to sleep that long, and so far from home, who knows what predators prowl in this forest. You didn’t want to stick around and find out. You stand you quickly and try to make your way back to the last place you were with you beloved ikran. 

Unfortunately, you don’t even remember what direction it was in, the forest glowed beautiful bioluminescent colors but it only made it that much harder to map out the terrain, everything looks different now. You decided it was best to just pick a direction and walk, but regrettably you choose the wrong one. You wish you could have more time to appreciate the beautiful forest, but you also wanted to stay alive.  

When you heard the footsteps behind you though, all hell broke loose, you had no real light, no weapon, you were about to die. You turn back and see sharp teeth of a viperwolf; they hunt in packs. You've heard stories about the destruction they can create. Your heart pounded as you ran away from the sounds of growling and rustling of leaves but it never seemed to be far enough, by the time to stopped to take a breather, you were lost, in an unfamiliar area with wolves chasing you.  

One of the viperwolves lunched at you getting hit away from your body before it can reach you, an arrow pierced through the body of the wolf, an omatikayan arrow, but you do not take the time to think about that when you see a man with long braided hair whip his bow into another that jumped at you, he snarled at them scaring them away from you before he pulled his arrow out the dead one that sat about 3 feet away from you. 

You were scared, you didn’t mean to end up here and make this man, who you are so grateful for, save you. But it happened anyways. “You saved my life” you say to him, you breathe deeply trying to regulate your heart. The man didn't respond only stood looking at you.  

It kind of freaked you out but you were not going to have to deal with it any longer. You look up at him for the first time since he has been in front of you and oh man, he was so handsome. His warrior attire still in pristine shape like he has never had to use it, his freckles glow in the dark of the forest just like the plants around. 

“You do not thank?” his voice was deep; you almost detected a hint of humor in there. “Right yes, thank you sir” you stand up, walking right pass him and whistle for your ikran, hoping she can hear you, at least if your sound attracts any attention, the big strong man can protect you.  

You scent hit him like a train, it’s so fruity, so sweet, so delicious he wants to taste you. His eyes shut and he inhales deeply in your space, not even bothering to hide his interest in it. You look at him kind of weirdly at the action but do not say anything. When you whistle loudly, he is brought back to reality. “Where are you going?” he seems a little too eager to know, “home, I called for my ikran” you say to him 

“Neteyam.” he mumbled; you turn your head to look at him confused before you realized he was telling you, his name. “Ah ok” you smile was a bit uncomfortable but Neteyam didn’t pick up on any of it, his mind running through thoughts of you. How peaceful you looked while you slept next to the pond, how he sat next to you protecting you from predators, how he brushed the hair out of your hair and when you let out cute sighs, he was watching you, but you had no idea. 

You told him your name and hear the familiar flapping of your ikran getting closer, you look up to the sky waiting for her to come into view. “You have a beautiful name” he said quietly, you glanced back at him with a small smile, thanking him for the compliment, then looked back to the sky. Neteyam couldn’t let you leave, not when he wasn’t sure he would ever see you again. 

Maybe his judgement is clouded, he was supposed to be on a 2 week long retreat that all the warriors must go through in the clan, that is the reason he is so far away from his clan in the forest, but a beauty just stumbled upon his resting grounds? Eywa must be blessing him with a mate, no other girl has ever caught his attention the way you do, not even the woman he is set to mate.  

He wants you to stay. He spoke to you while you slept and heard your voice, heard your gratefulness, maybe you didn’t really want to leave him alone, maybe you just had to go home, but when will be see you again? He just couldn’t take that chance. 

He took in the sight of your body from behind, your slender back and long braided hair, longer than his. You plump ass, round hips and swaying tail; you looked so sexy standing in front of him. His cock strained in his loincloth, how could he not let you see what you are doing to him? 

Neteyam pulled back an arrow on his bow aiming right for the ikran now coming into view, he waited until it was close enough before he released the arrow shooting it in the heart. The ikran dropped to the floor about 20 feet away from you both hidden in the greenery. It made you scream and honestly, neteyam loved that sound.  

Looks like you never even saw what shot down your bird, when he heard you scream the words ‘what the hell’ but you didn’t turn around angry looking at him. He took this as another sign from Eywa, “Come we must go, those scavengers will find us if we stay in the open.” What scavengers? Neteyam made them up. 

Everything moved so fast for you, one moment your soul sister was shot out of the skin and the next Neteyam has you thrown over his shoulder like a dead animal, running in another unfamiliar direction, after a few minutes he burst through a small but, equip with some food, water, even some supplies. He set you down on the small sitting mate he had placed for himself by a table and explained that the people who shoot down your ikran around bad na’vi from his claim, who kill other people and just overall do bad things. That too he made up he just needed any excuse for you to stay the night.

“I will keep you safe, if you stay with me, always” he said as he watched you cry for your bird. He subtly rolled his eyes at your behavior but it was to be expected. When your tears dried up, he gave you some food and convinced you the most comfortable place for you to sleep is in his hammock with him. 

You were not that hard to convince, considering he just made you cry without you knowing it was his fault, but who can really blame him? Anyone would do the same thing if they say you. He thought you were gorgeous. When he blew out the candle and got in the hammock with you, his body weight made you slide back, down to the middle of the hammock pressed right up against his chest. His skin was warm, and his chest was hard like a warrior, which you already knew he was from previous conversations.  

The way he saved you made him extremely attractive, the way his built-up body pulled back the arrow with quick aim killing the viperwolf, the way he swung his bow and hissed that then, it was kind of sexy. Not to mention the way he picked you up and ran with you like you weighted nothing; it made you think about how else he could manhandle you- 

“Do you have enough room?” he asked you, his mouth was so close to your ear it made you twitch, you wrap your tail around your own thigh so it wouldn’t give away your feeling, you cannot just jump into this man’s bed and fuck him an hour after meeting him, you don’t even know if he is mated. Maybe you were reading too much into things, maybe he is just being nice to you. “I should be asking you that, I can’t go around your too heavy, I’ll keep sliding back down” your words make him chuckle. 

The sound made you so wet, you almost felt yourself gush, how is this man so attractive. You didn’t say anything after that opting to stare into the darkness of the little room and feel his breathing sync with yours, his broad chest rising and falling with you.  

When you turn your body to face away from him, he turned his to face your back. Neteyam made sure to press up his tight loincloths against your ass, it took it as a nice sign when your pressed yourself back into him. The action made him smile; you are so easy for him.  

His large arm came around your body and rested his hand on your stomach, his palm spanned out picking up the entire space. The size difference made you shiver, how come you didn't notice is before? Your mind didn’t lay on the thought long when you heard him say, “I like your top, fits you...exquisitely” he sighs after the word, restraining himself from just taking you. He had to work your up first.  

Your tits are slightly larger than those on the average na’vi woman, you have to make clothes specifically for your size most of the time. People often say what you lack in height you make up for in curves. “Thank you Neteyam, I made it” his fingers play with the beads that hang just under your breast, he only hummed at your words. 

You shifted slightly against his crotch feeling the hard on he had hidden underneath, you bite your lip to avoid the unwanted whimper that almost spilled out of your mouth due to his sheer size. It made you seize up slightly. 

Neteyam noticed your little movement and the way you tensed up when you felt him, he slipped his other arm under your body folding you around your shoulders in the front and his other hand slid up underneath the beads to the skin right below your breast.  

He moved so slowly; the anticipation was building up in you. His fingers lightly tickled the skin of your breast when he slid his large hand up to cup one. The feeling made you whimper and shift against him again. He squeezed the flesh feeling the softness in his fingers. His skin was not soft like yours; it was rough like he works with his hands all the time; the feeling made your eyes roll back and you lean your head back on his shoulder. 

His other hand unwrapped from the front of your shoulders to untie your top. This top was special, it tied to the front. So, when he untied it, your breast slipped out of the top quickly, exposing your nipples to the cool air. “Fuck...look at these” Neteyam’s head comes to look over your shoulder and you both watch as he squeezes and plays with your breast with both his hands.  

His fingers pinch your nipples pulling on them over and over making you whimper. He shifts positions, spinning you around the face him. Your face is like a gift from Eywa when he sees you, he almost comes in his loincloth; your lip is trapped between your teeth as you look up at his with doe eyes, a purple blush covers your cheeks and nose making you look just beautiful.  

His hands come back to your tits playing with them and he brings his mouth down to your nipples. Your eyes roll when his tongue darts out flicking the sensitive bud. You squeeze your thighs together in attempts to satisfy the feeling of your loincloth getting wetter and rubbing against your clit.  

You mewl when he tugs on it with his teeth. It feels so good, this stranger is giving you better sex than you’ve ever had from anyone else and he has even stuck it in yet, “Oh fuck Neteyam where have you been all my life” your eyes are shut and your head is thrown back. You wrap your arms around his head keeping him close. Your words make him hum, not wanting to detach from your nipple. 

“Fuck fuck fuck...” you chant under your breath but he hears you, he switches between both nipples even pushing them together and sucking and tugging on them at the same time. Your thighs become slippery from your essence; you feel like you could come untouched. Thats exactly what you do. 

“Nete rutxe ra’a ftang” (please don’t stop) you moan out. As you hump air trying to get yourself off. You finally release with one harsh tug on your nipples and a sweet whimper of his name from your lips, if you weren’t sure, you ruined your loincloth before, you absolutely did now.  

Neteyam pulls away admiring his work, making your nipples hard and purple, they even turn slightly red from how much he was biting and tugging on them. He looks at your face to see your blushed cheeks darken significantly, you look embarrassed. “What happened sweet girl?” 

“I- um, I came...” you say shyly, hiding your face behind your hands. Neteyam lets out a chuckle and pulls them away to look at you, “Don’t be shy, I’m just glad I did such a good job.” his grin was wide, fangs on full display, his tail thumb on the hammock behind him and he used his strong arms to turn your away from him so his chest is pressed up against your back once more. 

Neteyam wasn’t as hesitate anymore to touch you, now he teased you until you were tearing up. His fingers lightly touch your skin moving from your neck to your belly button until his hand is rubbing your clit through your loincloth. Your whimper and squirm in his grasp asking him repeated to touch you but he doesn’t let up. Neteyam puts you down in a delirious puddle with his touches, sultry voice and sweet words. 

“You’re so beautiful babydoll, such pretty fucking noises too, you like when I touch you like this yea? Fuck, you're soaking though your cloth baby feel” his hand moves from your clit and grabs yours shoving it down to feel the mess you made under your covering. His fingers guide your movements to play with yourself and his other hand pinches your nipples. You whine when he pressed your finger down on your clit and pushed his hard cock into your ass. 

Neteyam lets your hand out and fiddles with his loincloth to take it off, his cock springs out and he holds the base tapping it on your ass a couple times before he grabbed your hand and out it over his cock, “Feel what you’re doing to me baby” his voice was a smooth whisper, you felt his breath on your ear and you instinctively squeezed his cock in your hand. He groans at the feeling and you start pumping his hard cock in your hand, you feel his pre-cum drip down on your ass. After a few minutes of feeling your soft hand wrapped around his cock, Neteyam ran one of his hands up your otter thigh to your loincloth and pulled it to the side, he used a finger to hold it and ran the other two fingers through your folds.  

Your movements stuttered when you felt the cool air, you’ve never felt like this for anyone before. “So wet...” you heard him mumble as he dipped his fingers in deeper feeling the warmness of your cunt. He pulls it back and undoes the knot holding your loincloth together and it falls off your curves.  

Neteyam makes no move to toss it aside, your cunt is exposed that's all he wants. Your tail wraps around his forearm when he removes your hand from his cock and strokes it a couple times before tapping it on your clit. Your body tenses up at the feeling, “Neteyam...” you whisper into the air, your head leans back on his shoulder bringing your body closer together. Neteyam didn’t bother giving you a real answer, just settled on shushing your pleads.  

When he slips his tip inside you, the stretch pained a bit, his cock was massive. He pushed in slowly until he was fully situated inside you, Neteyam let out a sigh and dug his face into your neck, squeezing your tits in his hand that was wrapped under your body, listening to your whimper adjusting to him. 

When he starts moving, slowly speeding up his thrust. His hands rub along your body, pinching and tugging on your harden nipples, sweet talks you through his thrust. He hits the spot so perfectly you could come any minute. “Squeezing me so tight doll, you loved getting fucked like this? By a stranger? You are so sexy baby, taking me so well” his voice is so sultry, you could come just listening to him talk. His words coax out your next orgasm and you beg him not to stop, chanting his name like you had no other words. 

His hand moved to grab your kuru that laid pretty on your back and ran his fingers gently to the bottom. The feeling sent jolts of electricity up your spine, your eyes widen at the feeling, ‘what is he doing?’ you wanted to ask but his thrust made you breathless. When his hand made it to the base, he gripped the tendrils sending shock waves through you. Your cunt clenched when he brought it up to his mouth kissing the tendrils on your kuru. He stuck his tongue out and let your nerve latch onto him. 

The feeling made you cry. Tears pour from your eyes as you beg him, “Fuck me- fuck me hard pleaseeeee Net-teyam!” you scream out begging him for more. Your sounds went straight to his cock, how could he not give you what you want, after all, he wants to keep you. 

“Fuck sweet girl, you like it when I play with you like this huh? Look at you crying and begging for more..” he chuckles, “gonna be mine baby? Gonna let me make you all mine” his tone suggested it was not really an option for you to decide but you overlooked it feeling his godly thrust in your cunt, “Fuck- oh Eywa, gripping me so tight baby” his stimulation send you over the edge for the third time, gushing on his cock again.  

Neteyam doesn’t stop after you come for the second time, he overstimulates you moving at the same brutally hard pace. Your toes curl, “You like that huh? Being such a good doll for me” Neteyam whispered in your ear. He lets go of your braid and pull his over his shoulder. He doesn’t connect them though; he brings his kuru up to your breast and latches the tendrils onto your nipple. He lets out a sexy groan at the feeling and buries his head in your neck again, kissing and biting the skin. 

You draw blood from how hard you bite down on your bottom lip, you feel like your mind is hazy from all the stimulation, your eyes roll so far back you swear you saw your brain. “You didn’t answer my question pretty girl...gonna let me make you mine?” his voice is so calming, makes you even wetter, you didn’t think that was possible. “Yea- yes, yours” you stutter out words trying to make sense. 

Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just agreed too, “I knew you would say yes, gonna make you love me so much you’ll never want to leave baby” his grin is wide as he thought ‘not that you could anyways’ before he pulled both your braids to hold in both his hands and connected them.  

Your eyes widen, your pupils dilate as you go through so much emotions, the happiness, the pleasure, the obsession. But the problem is, these aren’t your feelings. Neteyam on the other hand feels much different than you, his hips stutter as he feels the unbelievable about of pleasure, he’s making you feel, he knows now you have no thoughts, he feels amazing from the ego boost he gets from this.  

That is until he feels the confusion, when you wiggle in his grasp trying to turn around but his strong arms keep you in place, “Shhh, everything is alright now I've got you and I won’t let you go?” his words send you spiraling but you do not have the mental capacity to pull your thoughts together. He doesn’t help when his hand comes down to your waist pulling you into his hard thrust, you moan loudly when you release for the fourth time. 

Neteyam feels it through to bond and the wetness on his cock, it is only now he feels like he wants to come, he wants to come inside you, “Baby wanna cum inside you, ok? Gonna give you all my babies yea?” Neteyam doesn’t wait for your response before he is pumping his cum deep inside your stretched-out cunt. He cums with a sweet moan of your name and you feel it through the bond.  

But the feeling of ecstasy doesn’t last long as you pass out right after, falling asleep after all the stimulation you have just gone through. When Neteyam comes down from his high, he noticed you are asleep, he makes no move to sever the bond or pull out of you, opting to just hold you close and go to bed. 

The next morning when you are awake, your eyes feel groggy but you feel so refreshed, you slept so soundly you feeling like you have never had a better night sleep. Your thoughts are pulling away by the smell of food cooking, you look around the unfamiliar place suddenly remembering where you are, when you look around the room there he was, Neteyam sat cooking some breakfast for you over a small fire. Your thought process from last night is still in shambles but you swing your legs over the hammock sitting up and facing him. You do not say anything to him but he does quickly notice you are up.  

Neteyam smiles widely at you removing the food from the makeshift pot and plating it in a small leaf before walking up to you, “Good morning muntxate (mate)” his wording catches you off guard. Mate? Did he just call you his- 

“What?” you blurt out, “what? I'm simply telling my mate good morning, what part do you not understand” Neteyam seems calm for what he said, ‘this man crazy?’ 

“We mated last night during out nightly endeavors, I asked you if you wanted to be mine and you said yes” your jaw is stiff as you stare at him with an open mouth, “Now you are my wife to care for, I will show you I am worthy, I just could not let the time pass when you would have to leave and I would never see you again, so decided to keep you here, Please eat” his words hit you like a train, you open and shut your mouth multiple times not having any words to utter. 

“You decided, that it would be okay for you to mate me while I wasn’t in my right mind and keep me here as what? A captive?” your words make his chuckle, “you were out of your mind, weren’t you? But I have no doubt you loved it” he laughs ignoring everything else you said. “Neteyam! Are you hearing yourself? You mated me without my permission” you raise your voice at him which made him angry. 

His swiftly kneels face level to you and snatch you closer by the neck, “Listen to me, that is no way for you to talk to your mate. I am your husband you are my wife now muntxate, do not make the mistake of misbehaving, check your fucking tone when you are speaking to me” His voice was stern you’ve never heard this before. Your ears pinned back and your tail curled in on itself. You were so submissive to this stranger.  

“I was just saying that- that you could have courted me first” your eyes drop to the floor. Your small words make him laugh, “And risk you leaving here and me never seeing you again? I could not take that chance I told you. I will be everything you need; you do not have to fear me” his tone went right back to the fun-loving tone he was using before like he didn’t just almost cut off your air supply. 

You do not speak after that, just watch him walk around the hut cleaning up to place, he gave you a bath and let you soak your sore skin in a tub while he rubbed you down, he even went as far as to cut up his extra loincloths and make you clean clothing after your shower, ‘is this how marriage would always be with him? Would he treat you like for the rest of your life?’  

Neteyam told you about the first time he saw you while you were asleep, how he kept you safe from the shadows of the trees, how he thought you were the most beautiful, gorgeous person he had ever met, and as crazy as it might sound, you quite liked the way he viewed you. He said he thanked Eywa when he brought you into his direction, he even thanked the great mother for the viperwolves that he saved you from, effectively introducing you.  

Listening to him talk made you second guess his actions, how could such a noble, respectful, loving man forcefully mate you, maybe you had it all wrong, maybe you were meant to be mated to this man, he was supposed to do that, maybe Eywa guided him and he is just too shy to say. You haven’t had to lift a finger all day, Neteyam happily complied with your wishes. Maybe you are meant to be his muntxate, why would you want to willingly leave a man that treats you like you are an angel sent from Eywa just for him alone? Maybe you are meant to be all his.   

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[sweetlikeyou]

baby, you get me so (so soaked) ✧₊

❦︎ sum. satoru had always liked to collect shiny things ever since he was a little boy, and over the years the habit had only grown and festered until it wasn't just a habit but an obsession. an obsession for him to not just simply collect the things he considered pretty and be done with it, but instead keep it close to him forever, selfishly, never to be shared with another. he was constantly buzzing with the need to find a more shinier, more prettier thing to add to his collection and make his. always searching for something more marvelous in its beauty than his previous possession, that was until he found you. the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw content, clothed sex (somewhat lol the reader has her titties out but otherwise everything is clothed), unprotected sex, implied height difference, professor-student relationship (but it's not the main focus it's more like just there), breeding kink, creampie, age gap (reader is 19 while gojo is 29), dry humping, semi-public setting, fingering (f! recieving), implied obsessive behavior, implied stalking, light possessive behavior, daddy kink, light choking, pet names (bunny, angel, doll, princess, baby), degradation (but not really lol), light praise, orgasm denial/delay, passing out, oh also like gojo leaves a WHOLE lot of hickies so yeah

song to listen to while reading: soaked (slowed + reverb)

w/c: 3.8k+ words (i wanted it to be shorter😭)

read ︎it on ao3 here

satoru had always liked pretty things. ever since he was a little boy, his mom and dad would bring him the prettiest, most expensive things they could find for the child prodigy, till the point he got obsessed. obsessed with the idea of wanting all the prettiest things just to himself, not to be shared even with his closest of friends.

but still it wasn't simply enough for him to just collect a few things he considered pretty and be done with it, no, he always buzzed with the need to find a more shinier, more prettier thing to add to his collection and make his. that was until he found you.

you were the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on in his twenty-nine years of life filled with extravagance and beauty. he had seen and possessed many things that made others green with envy and want yet none of the things in the past compared to you.

he was obsessed from the glance. he couldn't stop his mind from wandering into the familiar thoughts of your face, your smile, your body, oh god, your body. the most sinful of things that could make even the devil blush with lust. ample curves that strained against the tight fabric of your top, thick thighs that were always bared due to the skirts you always like to be donned in, elegant neck that would look so pretty with satoru's hand wrapped around them to leave a ghost of bruises behind their wake, an innocent smile on your face that made your eyes shine with wonder and awe until satoru thought his heart might burst just from seeing you.

he loved everything about you. he loved the way you would furrow your brows in concentration when solving a particularly hard question – you never were the brightest after all – and how when you – by some miracle – solved it the most dazzling of smiles would adorn your face. he loved the way you wobbled in your high heels, still not used to it even after wearing it for quite some time but still not abandoning them even after stumbling in it too many times for you to count. he loved the way you blushed oh-so-prettily when reading those dirty novels, thinking no one was watching you but satoru always did.

it had become a habit of sorts, watching you.

satoru watched you, luring men in into your orbit with those short pink and white skirts, heavenly smile and an innocent smile on your face. he watched you, completely oblivious to the effect you had on the opposite sex, the effect you had on him. he watched you darting from one place to another in the café you worked at to make some spare cash, while your skirt swished back and forth over your ass, making every pair of eyes in the room follow your movements. he watched you...until he couldn't hold himself back and had to claim you as his.

the sky was pink and hazy just like your little outfit when you came out of the café you worked at, your pretty little head too observed in your phone to notice him walking towards you. you frowned at something at your phone with a soft pink blush covering your face that satoru could see even from a few meters away. huffing, you typed something on your phone and red-faced kept it away in your pocked muttering something all the while. satoru smirked when he saw you this flustered but soon the smirk slipped off like the sun in the sky above when he realized it wasn't him causing that blush. before he could even process what he was about to do he was in front of you.

startled you looked up and your eyes widened, a blush spreading over your cheeks. satoru stifled another smirk that threatened to slip on his smirk.

"pro-professor?" you stuttered too flustered to even talk properly in front of him after all it must be quite surprising seeing him in front of you, outside the class. oh, his poor little bunny...

"my my! what a surprise to see you like this! what a coincidence huh? small world am i right?" satoru said with a grin. small world indeed.

"huh?" you said still recovering from seeing satoru in front of you, then you nodded a little slowly, as if his words just now trickled into your brain, "oh yeah! it's so nice to see you though, professor!" you said with a pretty blush and shy smile adorning your face.

"is it now?" satoru said in a tone which was so unlike the tone he used with you so mean and cold and mocking but before you could think more about it, he turned his head up, no longer looking down to meet your eyes.

he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen with eyes a million shades of blue. blue that was present in the ocean, reflecting sunlight onto the sky above. blue that was present in the sky with light clouds hovering in it. blue that was present in water, always rippling and never resting.

his eyes truly were all the blues that was present in all kind of shades in the universe all coming together to form the most mesmerizing shade of blue in the form of satoru gojo's eyes. it was a shame truly he kept them covered with those sunglasses he seemed to fancy even when the sun was truly well beyond its horizon.

as for his face it was truly a work of art, one that even the most prettiest of models would covet and the most brilliant of artists would want as their muse, with soft-looking white hair as light as snow that fell just perfectly over his even more perfect face. simply just looking at the sheer perfection of the man hurt.

satoru smirked noticing your staring and unbidden your eyes went to his lips as pink as the sky above. they looked as soft as the clouds that hovered over them. so inviting and so very...warm. what would they feel like if he touched his lips to yours? would his kisses be as sweet and languid as honey or would they be rough and demanding and all consuming until you forget your own name? what would his lips feel like against your skin? tracing sinful places on your body until you could do nothing but whine and writhe under him hoping he would get the hint and touch you. what would his lips look wrapped around your clit, fucking you with his tongue until you saw stars and–

"princess?" satoru's smug voice brought you back to the present. you looked up to see him grinning down at you – or rather it was something between a smirk and a grin as if the man was too overjoyed by something to properly smirk. he had a teasing lilt to his voice when he said the word. you blushed profusely, hearing exactly what he said once you were back in the present and not inside your own lewd fantasies.

you wanted him. you always had, from the first moment you saw him he was all you thought about. he was the thought that plagued your mind when your hand was rubbing your cunt furiously at night, trying to get some relief but your traitorous mind unhelpfully supplied that it wasn't his hand that touched you, but instead your own finger that would never be enough to extinguish the flame that saturo gojo lit in you.

suddenly feeling too hot under your own skin, the clothes you wore itched your skin, a pleasant hum of arousal humming under your skin.

"what happened? you look hot...do you need water?" satoru asked amusement clear under his tone. his poor little baby, she must be so confused to see him outside the little bubble of his class and if that wasn't enough satoru just had to go and call him 'princess'. it all was going too fast he should be more careful so as to not scare you.

"y-yeah! it's just weird you calling me 'princess' that's all!" you said with a nervous giggle. "do you say that to all of your students professor?" you asked trying to joke and pass the situation as a joke not wanting him to know just how much that little word had affected you.

satoru's eyes darkened, taking a step closer, leaning in he said, "no, only you, baby...why you jealous? hmm? is that it? would my pretty little doll, only want me for yourself? just ask angel and it's yours. i'm yours."

"pro-professor?"

"hmm?" he said against your lips.

"i–"

"you what, baby?"

"i-oh!" you gasped as he leaned close enough that you could smell his sweet breath, almost feel the ghost of his lips against yours. close enough that if you moved even an inch you would be kissing.

satoru smirked against your lips and whispered with his voice rough around the edges, "tell me to stop, princess. tell me to stop, because once i get a taste of you...i'm never letting you go."

his voice and his proximity made you shiver, an involuntary whimper escaping your lips. just the sound of his voice made you shiver, sickly sweet and hot arousal coursed through your body and made you clench your thighs. satoru watched the movement with dark eyes, the black of his pupil taking over the blues of his eyes until his eyes were not the sparkling blue shade of diamonds but rather the blue of the ocean before a storm.

before you could get a word out, his lips clashed into your in a frenzy, a low and harsh growl slipping past his lips. he kissed you, no, devoured you, his lips moving harsh and hungry against your lips. his grip bruising on your jaw tilting your face upwards, harsh enough to leave bruises. his lips moved against you as seamlessly like a well-practiced waltz making you moan shamelessly and clutch his shirt hard enough for your knuckles to go white with the impact.

"mine," he growled, biting your lip harshly, hard enough to draw blood – but not quite. he broke off the kiss making you whine underneath him, begging for the warmth of his lips. "say you're mine, princess." he murmured harshly as his lips moved towards your neck, sucking roughly, until there was no doubt that it would bruise and until there was no further doubt that you were his. it would leave dark and angry red and violet bruises on your pretty neck for the whole world to see and know that you were his and only his.

you whimpered as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot on the side of your collarbone, your hand going to his head of soft white hair and it felt like the most exquisite of experiences one could go through in their life. his hair was softer than anything you had ever touched. wanting more and more and more, you tugged harshly on his softer than feather hair making satoru smirk against your skin and instead of getting the hint he pulled off you completely.

"princess is getting more needy hmm? such a little slut for me. begging for me hmm?" satoru said smirking, peppering light kisses all over your face. you whined, wanting him nearer.

"want yo-oh!" you broke off into a low and needy whine as saturo bit your earlobe between his teeth.

"want me?" you nodded, helpless. "only me?" he asked, with a desperation and intensity that might have scared you if you weren't too drunk on his kisses.

"just you–oh god just you! please please please! professor! oh goooodd!" you whined as he kissed feather light kisses on your jaw, teasing you.

"my my, such a cock hungry whore i have got for myself here, begging me like this in the middle of somewhere anyone could walk in and witness the pathetic mess you are right now." gojo taunted. you blinked, suddenly coming aware of your surroundings and the road you were standing on, albeit it was abandoned the danger of someone walking in was still there. but you were too far gone to care for them, let them watch, you thought, let them watch the way he will make you his and let them go green with envy.

"oh, you don't care, do you now, doll? too far gone aren't you baby? didn't even touch you and yet look at you. such a pretty little thing you are, god. so perfect for me." he groaned before lifting you up making you squeak in surprise and wrap your legs around his waist on instinct. before you could question him any further, he slammed you against a wall of a secluded alleyway, going back to worshiping your neck with kisses and bruises, making you arch your back, pushing your breasts into his chest.

"god such a needy little whore for me." satoru murmured against your neck, leaving breaths of hot air over the newly formed bruises. "only me, no?"

"yes! yo–ohh–godd!" you screamed as he sucked particularly hard on the spot just above your collarbone.

"such a good little whore for me." satoru crooned. "c'mere baby." he said softly as if you were a delicate thing to be treasured, the behavior so different from the way he was acting moments before, leaving bruises on your neck left and right like a madman.

he propped you on his thigh, making your pussy flutter with need by the slight friction it provided.

"now be a good fucking girl for me and ride my thigh, baby." he said, lowly, watching you through hooded eyes. and you did just that.

you rolled your hips gently, a broken sob escaping your lips just from the sweet friction. clutching his shoulder harshly with your fingertips you rolled and moved your hips along the rough material of his jeans until your panties soaked through leaving a spot on his thigh in its wake. slowly, quickening your pace you rolled your eyes letting out a high and needy whine making satoru smirk and resume his brutal assault on your neck.

"go-od!!" you moaned, his mouth against your neck and the constant rubbing of your cotton clad cunt against the rough material of his jeans creating the most delicious of friction.

"are you praying to me, angel?" satoru said a little smugly but you paid no heed to his words to far lost in your own selfish pleasure. you whined feeling the brink of your sweet sweet release just on the brink of the high you were riding now. grinding down harder, you sank your fingers on his back, resting your cheek against his shoulder your breath came out faster and faster, your cheeks reddened into an lust drunk hue of pure want.

"satoruuuu!" you moaned, biting your lip to stifle the sound in case anyone passing by heard you.

you cried just from the pleasure seeping into your bones from the friction, just a little more and–

"my god such a needy little slut i have here, so selfish, no?" he said, lifting you up from his thigh as if you weighed nothing, as if you were nothing but just a mere ceramic doll that he decided to place from one place to another. you hovered in the air with him holding you with hand under your shoulders, the cold air brushing against your clothed cunt that was now dripping with slick down your thighs.

you could feel the hot angry tears of betrayal clouding your vision. "satoru please!" you cried out, you couldn't even care about the pathetic display you probably made in front of him with your tear filled eyes and red face. but satoru payed no attention to you merely tsking and putting you back on your feet – which was a terrible idea really considering the way they wobbled and you stumbled forward into his arms, making you bury your face on the side of his chest.

"please," you pleaded, clutching his arms that caught you tightly, so that he could never let you go, "satoru please!"

you paused when there was no reaction and then, "daddy please!" you whined before you could even think about it. beneath you satoru stiffened.

breathing harshly, he yanked you by your arms harshly making you cry out. leaning in, he growled lowly in a harsh tone, so unlike himself, "you stupid little slut. do you have any fucking idea what you said just now or are you truly that cock-hungry that you can't even think straight?" if his eyes before were the dark blue of an ocean before a storm now they were the dark blue of the sky during a storm, thundering with a want so violent it made you scared.

"come here now," he said his voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable and before you could even speak he connected your lips to his. he sucked on your bottom lip and bit down on it and before you could think his tongue was in your mouth and you couldn't think because it was now gliding so smoothly against your own that you had no choice but to groan into his mouth, making him swallow the sound into his mouth.

suddenly his hand was at the top of your white lace blouse and without breaking of the kiss he ripped through it, exposing your pretty pink lace bra with a bow to hold it together. pulling off his lips from yours he moved towards your jaw, then your neck and then finally his mouth hovered over your bra and–you screamed as he yanked the flimsy material down and sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and biting just hard enough for the pain and pleasure to mix into a pleasant hue. one hand went over to your other boob, squeezing it until you moaned.

the other hand trailed down to your thighs and then slowly to your upper inner thighs. he circled the slick sensitive part of the inner skin of your thighs, just below your panties, with his thumb making you cry out.

"daddy!" suddenly the thin sopping material of your panties was pushed aside and before you could even register the movement he slipped two fingers at once inside you making you scream out at the sudden intrusive.

"oh my god," you cried out as pain gave way to pleasure as he rubbed the soft spot inside you and rubbed your clit with his thumb. you were so wound up that just one more stroke of your clit made you cry out and–

he retracted the fingers from your pussy completely and you cried out, sobbing before him, "please, please, please daddy!"

"oh princess, look at you, i wish i could torture you any further but i am no masochist...seeing you like this, fuck, baby it's messing with me. now, open your legs for me like the good whore that you are, baby."

you did just that as gojo unzipped his pants taking his cock out and stroking it leisurely by the sight of you. his cock was so hard that it looked painful even to you, the tip an angry red with veins protruding along the shaft making you drool imaging it inside you but oh god, at the same time...

"daddy," you whined in distress, "it won't fit."

"we'll make it fit, princess." he said pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. lifting you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, while your back was pressed against the wall to give you support.

spreading your legs, satoru took his cock in his hand, pumping it, he slowly brought it to your cunt rubbing it against the wet material of the lace of your panties.

"daddy please!" you whined and satoru looked into your eyes with lust-drunk eyes.

"anything for my angel."

he yanked the material aside and slowly pushed the tip inside. you moaned out loud, the stretch so delicious you couldn't help but rock your hips against his, seeking more.

"such a greedy little slut." satoru said smirking and before you could reply back, he pushed all the way in making you cry out in pain that blurred so fast into pleasure as he hit your g-spot that your eyes watered up and suddenly you couldn't breathe.

"breathe princess," he said placing a soft kiss on your hair, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside you. you breathed in and out gently until you didn't feel like you might just pass out from the overwhelming onslaught of emotions.

"daddy– please move," you said once you had calmed down 'cause him staying still inside you was so so painful when all your body needed was to feel him pounding inside you until you finally got your long-awaited pleasure.

"whatever my angel says," satoru said before pulling out and then immediately pounding into you making you cry out. he started a brutal pace of his dick inside you, the lewdness of the scene only increasing from the sound the wetness inside you made and the slapping of skin against skin.

he wrapped his hand around your dainty neck and squeezed gently making you moan.

"like that don't you baby, hm?" he said squeezing a bit harder than before.

you nodded, your head too drunk on his cock to reply with anything coherent.

"gonna cum–ahh!" you moaned as he hit another deep spot inside you that made a fresh new wave of arousal roll inside you.

"cum for me, baby" he groaned. "i'm gonna come inside you too now 'k?"

"would you like that, princess? would like for me to come inside you? would you like me putting my babies into you? hmm? fuck, you would look so pretty knocked up like that..."

the words washed over you and suddenly you were coming around his cock. you pussy spasmed around his cock. the pleasure made you see spots of white in your vision and it was like falling off a cliff with no end visible. but even then, satoru didn't stop, he continued his assault, somehow going even faster and harder and pressing his thumb against your clit until you felt another orgasm approaching too fast for you to even catch your breath.

"fuck baby–" satoru said as his hips stuttered and soon he was coming, coming inside of you. but he still didn't stop, it was as if he wanted to fuck his seed deeper and deeper into you and it was that thought alone that made you cum with a loud cry around his cock once again until you felt the darkness wash you ashore as you passed out. the last thing you felt was satoru's arms catching you and a gentle kiss pressed tenderly to your forehead.

[aegoniiwifey]

Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

“Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

credit for dividers - @/valeskafics

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Rusty | Chapter 13 | S.R

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Summary - Luke finds himself getting acquainted with one of Bandera’s own. When you find a bundle of gifts on Spencer’s front porch, you hatch a plan.

A/N - this chapter kinda came out of left field but I couldn’t leave Luke heart broken so this happened. There are some Spencer x reader snippets but this chapter is very Luke-centric.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - strangers to friends to lovers | angst | smut minors DNI

Warnings - drinking, hangovers, allusions to sex, hints of oral (m receiving), one night stands, needy Spencer, whiny Spencer, swearing, titty sucking, handjob, fingering, ending of this one is pretty angsty.

WC - 6k

Chapter 13 - Friends in Low Places

Luke Alvez was a man of few words, but no fewer were ever spoken from his mouth than that morning as he sat in the little corner booth in Bandera’s lone cafe.

Between sips of bitter coffee from the chipped mug nothing but awkward silence petered around them. Luke couldn’t even bring himself to make eye contact with the other person opposite him. Instead his gaze flitted between his mug and the old clock on the wall, whilst he wondered how long it was polite of him to stay. 

His temples throbbed and the coffee didn’t go anyway to stem the taste of that goddamn home brewed whiskey on his tongue. 

To say he’d made an error in judgement last night was underselling his stupidity. 

Images of the night before flashed in his mind's eyes like a broken movie reel. After leaving Spencer’s lodge he’d needed to take the edge off and found himself in the 11th Street Bar. 

The old bar keep had plied him with his homemade whiskey which was quite possibly the strongest substance that had ever passed by Luke’s lips. 

It didn’t stop him drinking it, shot after shot, until he was bleary eyed and stumbling on his feet. 

When he’d stepped out into the cool night air he’d almost fallen down the high curb, would have landed right on his face if it wasn’t for a strong set of arms steadying him. 

“Whoa there partner, careful as ya go.” The voice belonging to the man who caught him laughed. 

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry. I, uh, probably overdid it a little.” 

“No kidding, Cole’s home brew’ll do that.” 

There was something alluring about the tall, broad cowboy. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system. Possibly it was because he was painfully lonely and his heart had taken a beating upon finding out Spencer had moved on. 

Whatever it was, it led to him happily going home with the man. He knew, even in his drunken state, that it was a bad idea. He knew using some stranger for sex would not make him feel better in the way he wanted. 

Yet he did it anyway.

“You ain’t from around here, are ya?” The man asked him, smiling at Luke. 

“Is it that obvious?” Luke chuckled.

“I just never forget a handsome face, is all.” 

“Oh.” Luke rubbed his neck. “Oh.” 

“What’s ya name?” The man proffered a large hand for which Luke shook.

“L-Luke.” 

“Mighty strong name, Luke.” He held onto Luke’s hand slightly longer than a normal hand shake. “I’m Grant, it's nice to meet you.” 

Grant, as it turned out, lived very close to the bar. Closer than the hotel Luke planned on staying at and insisted it wasn’t a bother for Luke to stay the night. Honestly Luke was a little lost in Grant’s eyes at this point and probably would have agreed to anything.

Grant offered him a strong mug of coffee upon arrival at his ranch. He wasn’t sure what kind of magic it was sprinkled with but it did seem to help him sober up. But maybe not sober enough. 

It was Luke who had made the first move. It had been uncoordinated and unplanned. One minute Grant was talking and the next Luke practically flung himself forward on the couch and kissed him. 

“Whoa there cowboy,” Grant chuckled lightly, guiding Luke back by his shoulders. “You sure you’re sober enough to be making these kinds of decisions?”

“I know what I’m doing.” Luke spoke, surprisingly coherently. “I know that I want this.” 

And at the time he’d meant it, he did want this. He didn’t realise how he would come to regret it later. But Luke had been unintentionally celibate for too long, not quite getting over the hump of his first time post-Spencer. 

Maybe if he could allow himself to take that step, healing his broken heart might not be so difficult. 

He couldn’t deny even now in the morning light that it had been an amazing night. Grant was unfathomably good in bed, with his hands, with his mouth. Luke had so many orgasms he still felt a little overstimulated this morning. 

It probably didn’t help matters that he’d hurriedly agreed to a shared shower this morning in which Grant awarded him release two more times whilst on his knees. 

He hadn’t thought of Spencer last night, but he had however succumbed to thoughts of him this morning. Whilst Grant fellated him in the shower, twice, Luke couldn’t help the way his mind raced over a similar scenario years ago, right before Spencer's arrest, before performing such acts became impossible for him.

Luke didn’t know why Grant had insisted on taking him for coffee this morning but now here they were, in awkward silence whilst they both tried to get out of this situation unscathed. 

“I, uh,” Luke cleared his throat. “Last night was fun but I’m heading back to DC later today.” 

“Wasn’t expecting nothin’ from ya.” Grant chuckled. “I know a one night stand when I see one. Just doing the polite thing, taking you for breakfast.” 

“Right,” Luke nodded, gripping his mug. “I’m sorry, I don’t do this very often.” 

“Yeah, I can tell.” Grant smirked. “It’s fine, don’t you worry about me. I knew that dog weren’t gonna hunt.” 

“Right.” Luke frowned as the saying went over his head. 

“I gotta split anyway. It was nice to meet you Luke.” Grant slid out from the booth and got to his feet, picking up his stetson and placing it back on top of his head. 

“Yeah, uh, you too.” Luke stayed seated, offering a meek smile to the man. 

Grant threw a couple of bills down on the table before turning on the heels of his boots. Luke watched him saunter away, open the cafe door and step outside into the sunshine. Once he was alone, Luke fell back against the chair and rubbed his hands over his face at his own stupidity. You don’t fight fire with fire, but that’s exactly what he’d tried to do. 

He closed his eyes and sat perfectly still, his hangover coupled with the aches and gripes from an extreme amount of physical activity encompassing his entire body. He didn’t need to be back at Quantico until tomorrow. 

Perhaps he’d get a room and sleep for a few hours, maybe try and see Spencer again when he felt less dizzy and catch a late flight back to Virginia tonight. But obviously the universe had other plans as his phone started to ring. 

He grumbled and sat back up, freeing the device from his pocket and groaning at her name flashing on the screen. He sucked in a deep breath before answering it and putting it to his ear.

“Hey Garcia,” he tried to hide his lack of sleep from his voice.

“Hey, I’m sorry to have to do this but there have been some developments, you’re needed back at Quantico ASAP.” She did sound sorry, which was surprising coming from her.

“Right, fine.” He didn’t have the energy to argue with her.

“I’m sorry, I know you really wanted to see boy wonder, I wanted you to see him too.” She was pouting, he could hear it over the phone.

He was silent for a moment or two, staring back at the clock on the wall. He sighed deeply and rubbed his eye with his free hand. 

“I did see him. Last night. I couldn’t wait until this morning.” He admitted, knowing she would get the information out of him one way or another. 

“Ohemgee, Newbie! Way to bury the leash!” She screeched, causing Luke to grimace at the way his head pounded. “How is he? What did you talk about? Is he okay out there all on his own? Gosh I do worry about that boy all alone. He can’t cook, I bet he’s lost weight, has he lost weight? Without my constant force feeding him cookies I bet he’s lost weight.”

He waited for her to exhaust her line of questioning before he spoke again, sounding incredibly sorry for himself. 

“He’s…he’s moved on.” Luke grumbled. 

“Moved on? He’s not in Bandera anymore?” Garcia sounded confused. 

“No, that's not what I meant.” Luke sighed again, not really wanting to have to spell this out. “He’s moved on…with someone else. I found him in bed with a woman.” He was met by a wave of silence and he knew why. “I’m on speaker aren’t I?” 

“Uh, yeah.” Penelope sounded a little guilty. You’ve got Jayje and Em here too.” 

“A heads up in the future would be nice.” Luke downed the coffee and forced himself to his feet. 

“Sorry, Luke.” Emily’s voice carried down the phone as Luke headed towards the door. 

“I had no idea he’d met someone.” JJ added. 

“Yeah well, I think it’s been a long time since any of us really knew him.” He threw open the door and squinted at the assault of sunlight when he stepped outside. 

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear,” Penelope prefaced and Luke held his breath. “And don’t get me wrong, as much as you grate on me Newbie, I do want you to be happy. That being said, is it wrong of me for wanting the same for Reid?” 

Luke huffed down the steps of the cafe towards his SUV. 

“No, of course it isn’t.” He agreed. “I want him to be happy too. A part of me is glad that he’s not completely on his own here but it doesn’t stop me wishing that he could have found that happiness with me. Is this what closure is like, Prentiss?” 

In Penelope’s bat cave, she and JJ looked at Emily with pinched brows, not having been privy to her conversation with Luke at the San Antonio PD. 

“Unfortunately so.” Emily ignored them. “It’s probably better that you know rather than always wondering. You might finally be able to close that book now.” 

“I’m, uh, I’m just heading to my car, Garcia can you get me on the next flight back to Virginia?” He changed the subject as he unlocked the SUV and slid inside. 

“Of course.” She agreed, without her usual flare. “I’ll have the details sent right over.” 

“Thanks. Guess I’ll see you all soon.” He sighed once again. 

“Alvez, wait a second.” Emily’s voice sounded again. 

There was shuffling in which he ascertained she had taken him off of speaker and left the room. 

“Yeah Prentiss?” 

“I know this is hard, but don’t let this destroy you. I love Spencer just as much as anyone but he is not known for dealing with his problems in a healthy way. Don’t let him break you. You can do better.” 

Luke felt tears sting his eyes and he closed them to stop them falling. He leant back against the driver’s seat.

“Thanks, Em. I’ll try.” He mumbled. 

“I mean you’re already trying right?” Emily’s voice had a hint of amusement to it. “What was his name?”

Luke’s eyes shot back open and he stared down at his phone in his hand with a deep frown. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I might have been keeping tabs on you, a part of me didn’t think you’d make it to Reid’s ranch.” She was smiling, he could hear it in her voice. “I checked your GPS coordinates a few times and you never made it to the hotel.”

Luke shook his head as a dry chuckle left his lips. He wasn’t even surprised. 

“His name's Grant, I met him at a bar last night.” Luke confessed. 

“Hmm, sounds like it could be promising.” Emily was walking, he could hear her footsteps. 

“It was a one night stand. And anyway, we live like two thousand miles apart.” He couldn’t help the way he thought that Spencer would know the exact mileage. 

“Distance is nothing.” Emily clucked. “You had a good time, yes?”

“Hmm,” Luke nodded, feeling a pleasurable coiling in his stomach when he thought of last night. 

“Sometimes when one story ends, another begins.” She mused. “All I’m saying is, would it be the worst thing in the world if you stayed in touch?”

Luke closed his eyes again, picturing the tall, strong cowboy and feeling a shiver pass up his spine. It would not be the worst thing, far from it. 

“I gotta go.” He replied. “Got a couple of things I need to take care of before I head back.” 

“Okay,” the amusement danced in her tone. “Good luck with that.” 

Luke hung up the phone and started the engine. And as if on muscle memory, he started in the direction of Grant’s ranch. 

***

You found yourself alone in bed when you woke up the next morning. For a few moments you felt lighter than air. All of your secrets were out in the open, you and Spencer now knew each other on the deepest level. He’d told you he loved you, things were looking up.

But why were you alone?

And then the panic set in. You lept out of bed and hurriedly threw your clothes back on as your heart thundered inside of your chest. Spencer was turning you in. He was on the phone to Luke getting him back here to have you arrested.

You needed to run. 

Your panic was thankfully short lived. Upon rushing out of the bedroom you found a breakfast display much like that he’d left on your doorstep a while ago. A bowl of cereal, a fresh mug of lemon and honey tea and a glass of OJ. This one also had a note to accompany it in his near illegible writing.

I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. I’ll be up at the field when you’re awake. Take your time, have breakfast, take a shower or have a bath or something. I’ll always be close by.

Oh and by the way, I love you. 

Your heart soared inside your chest and a smile stretched across your face as you read the words over and over again in your head. You felt a small pang of guilt of thinking even for a second he would turn his back on you. 

You ate the cereal and drank the tea and orange juice before making your way back through to the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirrored cabinet you spotted the distinctive red blotchy bruise on the front of your throat from Spencer’s lip sucking on your flesh. It made a warmth spread throughout your body at the mere thought.

You brushed your fingers over it a few times, slightly light headed by the way he had marked you. Eventually you turned away and stripped back out of your clothes before hopping in the shower, allowing the water to cleanse you the way your confessions last night had. 

***

Spencer had awoken early, as was the norm for him, and quietly slipped out of bed so as not to disturb you. He showered and washed his hair, one of the harder tasks when only having the use of one hand, and played all the events of the past twelve hours over in his head. 

Having Luke show up here could have been Spencer’s unravelling. If Luke had arrived here prior to Spencer meeting you, the events could have transpired a lot differently. 

Despite it all, Spencer did still love Luke, there was no denying that even from himself. Before you, Luke was Spencer’s only real tangible love. Of course there had been Maeve but there was always a distance between them, he was never able to love her up close. 

Spencer had loved Luke in all the ways he’d ever heard talked about. It was a story book kind of love, the likes of which Spencer never expected to find. Luke was supposed to be the end of Spencer’s story and even sometimes still he struggled to really comprehend that it was over. 

Him showing up here could have been detrimental to Spencer’s mental health. If he hadn’t been for you. 

He knew already, in spite of how little time he’d known you, that you were the big love of his life. And Luke somehow knew it too. 

“You were the love of my life.” 

“I know.” 

“But I wasn’t yours.”

For the last two years Spencer hadn’t been able to let himself consider the way in which his departure hurt Luke. He only had the capacity to focus on his own well-being. 

Maybe that was selfish of him. He disappeared without a goodbye to anyone, he owed Luke a goodbye at the very least. 

But Spencer hadn’t thought about the hurt that would cause, could only reconcile himself with his own need to escape. Seeing Luke made him acutely aware of just how much pain his absence had caused. 

“I expected…maybe I hoped that I wasn’t the only one still pining like an idiot.”

In truth Spencer had been pining, just not for Luke. Spencer had been pining for his old life, perhaps to a degree that included his ex boyfriend. He ached to go back to the time before prison, before he made the decision to go to Mexico. He yearned to do it over, to at the very least tell someone of his plans and not try and go it alone.

But if he hadn’t gone to Mexico, hadn’t gotten arrested and suffered at the hands of his inmates driving him to leave his former life behind he wouldn’t have ended up in Bandera. He wouldn’t have had that run in with Rusty which left him injured at the side of the road.

He would never have met you.

Was he really so in love with you that he would go through all that trauma again in another life if it meant it led to you? That didn’t seem like a rabbit hole that needed traversing and so he cast it from his mind. 

He finished showering and dressed in clean jeans, a grey t-shirt and threw a black flannel shirt over the top while you slept. He ate a bowl of cereal and drank a mug of tea, took his new meds and left you breakfast on the counter before heading out to the stable. 

He took the horses one by one up the field, leaving Rusty for last. He practically had to wrestle her bridle on her as she was still belligerent towards him. She huffed and stomped her hooves aggressively but Spencer was never one to be beaten. 

Eventually he managed to get the thing over her head and lead her out to join the others. Once free to roam she was quick to Willow’s side. Since the trip to Medina Lake the two mares had been inseparable. Spencer had no idea what had transpired to make the two horses become friends but he wished Rusty would warm up to him the way she had his steed.

It occurred to him then that he would probably have to give this place up. With you on the run and on Luke’s radar there was no way the two of you could stay here. Perhaps you could take Willow and Rusty, but Franklin and Wilbur and his cattle wouldn’t be able to follow. Maybe he’d ask around town if anyone was looking to acquire more land and animals to go with it. 

The thought made him a little wistful. He liked his ranch, he liked this life. It had been alien to him at first but in time it had become so beautifully ordinary. Perhaps the two of you could find another ranch somewhere, start over together somewhere Luke or Phil would never find you.

He swallowed that thought down, not wanting to ruin what could be one of his last days here by getting sentimental. He leaned against the fence and watched the horses as they grazed and interacted with one another.

He would surely miss this little slice of paradise.

***

Luke emerged from Grant’s ranch house little over an hour later, his hangover a long distant memory. As he stepped out onto the large porch, he actually had a smile on his face.

“Can’t lie to ya, I’m plumb grateful you decided to come back up here.” Grant smiled at him in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of sinfully tight fitting boxers. 

Luke felt himself blushing, something he rarely ever did as he took a last look at the strong body leaning against the door jamb.

Grant’s muscles had muscles, every inch of him sculpted to perfection. He wasn’t Luke's usual type, far from it, but there was something so devilishly alluring about the slightly imposing cowboy. 

And it didn’t hurt that it was some of the best sex he’d ever had in his life. 

“Me too.” Luke confessed, his cheeks burning red. 

“Mighty shame you gotta mosey on back up to the city.” Grant smiled a little sadly at him.

“Yeah, it is.” Luke agreed. “I actually came here to ask for your number, maybe? If there’s any chance you’d wanna stay in touch? I know we live really far apart but, uh, I think that I might…quite like you.” 

His cheeks were even brighter after his admittance and Grant’s smile grew. He reached out and cupped Luke’s jaw in his hand, drawing him closer so he could kiss him. 

“You are one tall drink of ice tea, Luke Alvez.” Grant mumbled against his lips. “And I quite like you too. Gimme ya phone.” 

Luke nodded dumbly and pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Grant. Grant was quick to input his number into the device and hand it back to him. 

“T-thanks.” Luke stuttered. 

“You know I always had a hankering for more than this.” Grant sighed wistfully, casting an open palm across his land. “I was born and raised on this ranch. After my folks died they left this place to me. Never chose this life, it chose me. Always thought I’d get out of the south one day, move to some big city, ya know? New York, LA…maybe even DC. Unless that idea scares ya.” 

“Why would it…why would it scare me?” Luke swallowed thickly at the implication.

“You seem like the jumpy sort.” Grant winked at him. 

Luke sucked in a really deep breath before slowly exhaling. He briefly checked his watch, he was running out time to make his flight and he still had one more stop to make. But he couldn’t pull himself away.

“I was still processing an old break up. It ended suddenly and I never got any closure. But I think I have now, I think I’m ready to move on.” Luke spoke the words out loud and he truly meant them. 

“Well that just makes me wanna slap my mama.” Grant smiled sweetly at him despite Luke’s obvious confusion at his sentiment. “I guess it might be high time for me to reconsider city life. New York, LA…”

“Or DC.” Luke finished him for him.

“Or DC.” Grant nodded, drawing him in for another kiss. 

Luke allowed himself another few moments to be swallowed up by this delicious cowboy before he regretfully had to peel himself away before he missed his flight back home. Although in all honesty, he didn’t think that would have been the worst thing in the world. 

***

You were finishing your tea at the kitchen counter when you heard footsteps on the gravel outside. You smiled to yourself, turning eagerly in your chair, ready to embrace Spencer upon his arrival.

But it wasn’t Spencer you saw heading towards the lodge.

You quickly slipped off the stool to the floor, scrabbling over to the corner you’d inhabited last night while Spencer and Luke had it out. You pulled your knees to your chest, trembling slightly as Luke Alvez’s heavy footsteps climbed the stairs. 

A moment later there was a knock on the door. You held your breath. 

Had you gotten Spencer’s affections all wrong? Was he simply placating you, distracting you so he could call Luke back here? It was imminent. Any minute now he would break down that door and slap his cuffs on your wrists before hauling your ass back to prison.

How could you have been so naive? 

“Spencer?” Luke’s voice carried through the door as he knocked again. “You here, man?” 

You hugged your legs, breathing as shallowly as possible in the hopes he might not realise you were there. If he went looking for Spencer you could quickly make a getaway.

“Look I don’t know if you’re ignoring me or you just don’t wanna talk to me but, uh…” he cleared his throat. “We didn’t forget your birthday. Penelope had a load of gifts FedEx’d out here and she made me promise you’d get them. You know she’d never forgive me if I came home with them. Guess I’ll just leave them here. Happy birthday for Friday.” 

You heard a shuffling and soon after the footsteps took to the stairs again. You dared to get to your feet, crouching down below the window and peaking outside. 

The back of Luke’s head retreated back towards a dark SUV. You watched as he slipped inside of it and then the engine started. It wasn’t long before he was pulling away. 

You frowned to yourself, standing up to your full height. So Spencer hadn’t called him, hadn’t turned you in? 

You exhaled a shaky breath and crept to the door. It could have been a trap but you didn’t think it was. Upon opening the door you saw a pile of gifts wrapped with sparkly bows and bright wrapping paper. On top was a stack of cards. 

Still frowning, you gathered them all up and carried them to the counter. Varying handwriting adorned the multi coloured envelopes, addressed to the likes of Reid, Boy Wonder, Doc and Spence. 

You shook your head. So there was one thing Spencer had kept from you, his birthday. 

You made the decision to hide the gifts away, scurrying up to your lodge and stuffing them away in a cupboard. 

You wanted to do something nice for Spencer, you owed him after everything he’d done for you. Today was Wednesday, Friday was two days away, you were sure you could come up with something before then. You would just have to work fast to put the wheels into motion. 

***

“Remind me again why I can’t come with you?” Spencer’s brows pinched together as he looked up at you with a pout from the couch. 

“Is it really such a big deal? I just want to go on my own.” You rolled your eyes. He was so persistent. 

You needed to go into town and buy some supplies for the small birthday celebration you were planning for him. Yesterday had been busy with cleaning out the stables and barn and you hadn’t had a second alone to contemplate his birthday. It was now Thursday and you just needed to get away from him for an hour or so, but he was being petulant. 

“I don’t like the idea of you going into town on your own.” He grumbled. 

“Why, I’ve done it before? And we both know I can handle myself.” You scoffed. 

“I…those men at the bar, the way they looked at you…I didn’t like it.” His cheeks flushed red. 

You couldn’t help but smile and you sidled closer to him, lowering yourself to sit on his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Spence, are you jealous?” You smirked at him.

“Yes,” he nodded frantically. “With good reason too, or have you forgotten about making out with Grant?” 

“That was different.” You ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You were adamant we were just friends. I’m fairly certain we’re more than that now. I would never cheat on you Spencer, you understand that right?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “Might need a little convincing.” 

You chuckled at his whiny words, his lips pouting, desperate to feel yours on his. You relented and offered him a chaste kiss before pulling back. 

“That’s your lot.” You went to stand but suddenly Spencer’s hand was round your waist, holding you down. 

“No, no. Not enough. Not convinced.” He clung to you.

“Is someone a needy boy today?” You laughed, giving him another soft kiss. 

“Hmm,” he nodded. “So needy.” 

You allowed him another kiss and this time his hand flew to the back of your head to keep you close. His tongue was parting your lips within a matter of seconds. You couldn’t pull yourself away even if you wanted to, the ferocity of the kiss rendering you instantly dumb. 

He pulled you properly into his lap so you were straddling his thighs, before his good hand disappeared under your shirt and his fingers brushed across the skin of your back. 

“Spencer,” you mumbled into his lips. “I need to go out.” 

“You don’t need to go anywhere. What you need to do is get rid of some of these clothes.” 

“Spencer,” your tone was warning. 

“Whatever you so desperately need to go out for can wait, surely?” His fingers toyed with your bra clasp beneath your shirt. 

“If you hadn’t been so tired last night and fallen asleep before I’d even brushed my teeth, you could have gotten some then.” You pulled back from his lips and poked the tip of his nose with your index finger. 

“Are you really going to turn me down? When I could freak out at any second, you have to take these good moments when they come, Y/N.” He allowed himself to joke, joking helped him cope. 

Your eyes flit down towards his crotch and the bulge in his slacks. The sight was enough for you to shudder and he knew he had you. 

You cupped his jaw in your hand, rubbing your fingers into his ever growing stubble. He looked at you through large doe eyes. 

“You are so needy today.” You clucked. “What has gotten into you?”

“I have no idea.” Spencer shook his head. “But can we just go with it?” 

“What exactly do you want, Doctor Reid?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and he hissed. 

“Fuck, it’s so hot when you say that.” He pulled you back to kiss you again. “T-touch me? P-please?” 

You moaned into his mouth and grinded against his lap. Your hands wandered down the fabric of his t-shirt until you came to the hem. 

He sat forward so you could lift it over his head, tossing it aside before you helped him remove your own. His fingers were soon back on your bra clasp and he popped it open expertly, practically ripping the garment from your body. 

You sat back, looking at him with a smile. His eyes were unashamedly on your chest. 

“Don’t just stare, Doctor.” You scoffed, reaching into his lap and palming him through his slacks. 

He bucked into your hand with a growl at the same time as he bowed his head, hurriedly taking your nipple into his mouth. 

You closed your eyes as his tongue lapped over your hardened nipple. You stroked him through his pants whilst working the button. 

Once you had them open you reached straight into his boxers and tugged his shaft free of its confines. He hissed again, teeth grazing against your nipple. 

He sat back as you started to stroke him, returning the favour and starting to unbutton your own pants. Much like you he didn’t bother removing them and instead dove his hand straight inside your panties. 

You fisted his shaft at the sensation of his finger brushing over your clit. You kept your eyes on each other firmly. 

“God I love you,” he panted, rolling his hips into your hand. 

“I love you too, Doctor.” You moaned the last word as he pressed against your swollen bud. “And fuck I love those fingers.” 

“I feel the same about your hand.” He nodded. 

A second finger joined his first, using them both in tandem to rub circles on your clit. You puffed out a heavy breath, causing your breasts to bounce and Spencer’s gaze faltered to them. 

“Good god I missed boobs. You have no idea. I am such a boob man.” He was leaning closer again and taking your nipple in his mouth once more. 

You moaned and started to increase your speed on his cock, his own fingers working their magic between your legs. 

You rocked back and forth on his hand whilst he similarly bucked into your own. He was frantically sucking your nipple, intent on bringing you as much pleasure as physically possible. 

It really didn’t take either of you long to orgasm. Somehow the two of you knew each other's bodies so well already that it was such a simple thing for you both to bring the other to your peaks. 

Spencer succumbed first, still suckling on your nipple when he came with a loud groan and bucked into your hand. You felt his come spilling over your hand and probably over his pants too. 

The feeling of his hot seed on your skin and the way he writhed beneath you as you continued leisurely stroking him tipped you over the edge soon after and you shuddered on top of him while your head fell to your chest. 

You collapsed on him, both of you panting loudly and fitfully. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“See?” He panted. “Wasn’t that so much better than whatever you were going to do?” 

“I’m still going out.” You mumbled into the skin of his sweat slicked chest. “Just as soon as I can get my legs to cooperate.” 

It was another five minutes before you were able to move and while you redressed and cleaned yourself up, Spencer went back to pouting at you in his disdain for you leaving him alone.

“You were alone for a long time before I came along, you’ll be fine for an hour. You’re a big tough cowboy, remember.” You chuckled, placing a kiss on his lips before heading to the door. 

“I still don’t understand why I can’t come with you.” He grumbled. 

“Because I don’t need a chaperone.” You rolled your eyes. “Read a book or something, time will fly by.” 

He continued to sulk as you headed for the door and swung it open, before closing it behind yourself. Seconds after you left, Spencer started to spiral. The guilt came in waves, thick and fast. His come was still sticky on his stomach, in his pants. He felt sick out of nowhere. 

The thing he felt the most ashamed about was the fact he hadn’t felt ashamed until during the act. He felt guilty for not feeling guilty. 

He allowed himself to forget what had happened to him. How could he ever forget? And just like that he was crumbling, tumbling down into an ether he knew all too well. 

He embraced it, didn’t try to tether himself, didn’t bother to stop the inevitable. He deserved this, he deserved to suffer for letting himself feel an ounce of happiness. 

He wasn’t going to fight it, so instead he let it happen. The anger swelling in his chest, the blurring of his vision. He was ready for it. A part of him welcomed it. 

So he fell into the fringes of reality, no longer in control of his own fucked up mind. Divorce the body from the brain. Detach from a world that had only ever wanted him to suffer. 

Spencer Reid faded away, or at the very least his mind did. And soon all that was left was a shell of himself, a husk of a man who had seen far too much pain. 

He was but an empty vessel. Vacant. Void. Hollow. He surrendered to the momentary bliss he was enveloped into by the promise of detaching from this plane of existence. 

This was why he didn’t want you to leave. He was safe when you were here. When you’re gone anything could happen. 

And so he simply relented to it. He was so far past the point of being broken that he may as well lean into the fray. 

Hello darkness, my old friend. 

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[undertheorangetree]

Our Gentle Sin

Aylesbure

Summary- The situation at Aylesbure results in a need for comfort.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Mild angst. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Titty sucking. Handjob. Loss of virginty. Cunnilingus. Fingering. Porn without plot.

Author’s Note- This is the third part of Our Gentle Sin so I added more here cuz it's longer. Link to the full story below!

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She finds him in his rooms, just as she expected too. 

Aylesbure is a large fortress, big enough that they had all been given rooms of their own to rest and recover in through the night. A privilege, as far as she is concerned, considering all Uhtred has done to incite Alfred's wrath. Though a piece of her still thinks he would have preferred to throw them all out, it seems his Christian charity had won out in the end. Even if it did only allow them a single night of rest within the fortress's walls. 

Still, she cannot help but wonder if this pious act truly is charity, with the look on Osferth's face. Though he had tried to seem as impassive as possible in the hall and in the yard, that impassivity has long since died. He had left them all rather quickly after Edward had finished speaking with Uhtred and Finan, complaining of some pain he would not elaborate on before disappearing into the fortress. She had wanted to go after him the moment he ran off but had forced herself to wait, striving to show nothing more than friendly concern. In truth, her heart hurt for him, more than it likely should, and she ached to do all she could to help him. But she knew how suspicious that would look so instead she had forced herself to remain seated, fingers tracing the wood grain on the table anxiously. It wasn't until she had met Sihtric's eye and he had jerked his head in the direction Osferth had run off in that she had gone after him, not bothering to come up with an excuse. 

"May I join you? Or would you prefer to be alone?"

He does not answer her. Instead, he shuffles down on the bed to clear a place for her, glancing from her to the now empty space beside him before staring back down into his lap. She decides that is permission enough and closes the door behind her, padding her way across the room. He doesn't look up when the bed shifts with her weight, staring determinedly at a stain on the side of his knee. One finger scratches at it idly, but it has long since set into the fabric and does not give.

The silence is near deafening and she gnaws on her lip as she tries to come up with something comforting to say. She turns to face him, bringing one leg up to rest against the mattress, shin pressing into the side of his thigh. 

"I'm sorry for all you have suffered today," she finally manages. "Seeing the king. Having to watch him with Edward and Aethelflaed both and then Edward coming to speak to Uhtred... It couldn't have been easy for you."

His face scrunches up for a moment as if he is trying to push back a sudden onslaught of tears and she presses herself closer, prepared to do whatever she can to help him. He manages to calm himself, letting out a slow breath as his finger continues to scratch at the stain. 

"He looked right at me," he says, bitter sadness tinging his words. She knows the moment he is referring to, when Alfred had cupped Aethelflaed's cheek and declared that the only reason Uhtred was still permitted to live was because he had seen her safe. His eyes had flicked away from his daughter's face for half a moment and she had watched as they landed on Osferth, on his bastard son. They had only stayed there for a moment before he had carried on, but she is sure that moment was more than enough to send a thousand questions running through his head. To rip open decades old wounds that would never really heal. "And I thought for a moment that perhaps he thought of me similarly to how he sees Aethelflaed. Edward. I know that I could never compare to them but... I am his son too. And when he looked at me, for a moment I thought... maybe he would at least consider Uhtred’s request for my own sake. For his son."

Her heart breaks for him all over again and she reaches a hand out, squeezing at his arm as her face falls. His eyes move from the stain and turn to look up at her face. He tries to smile at her, but it is a miserable failure, only one corner of his mouth able to turn upward before he looks down again. She shifts her hand from his arm to his hand, linking their fingers and holding fast. 

"He does not deserve to have you as his son. If he cannot recognize what a good and kind person you are in spite of him, then he does not deserve you. He never has."

His eyes have darted over to their joined hands rather than the stain and she rubs her thumb along the side of his hand. He watches it move for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before he says, "How good could I ever be? I am a living reminder of his sin, proof of adultery and-"

"His sin," she interrupts immediately, refusing to listen to this any longer. Keeping hold of his hand, she shifts to sit on her knees beside him, taking his chin in her free hand so that he must look at her. "Not yours. Bastard or not, you are a better man than he could ever hope to be. I do not care if he is a king, he is far more selfish and cruel than they give him credit for. To spurn you over something you could not help, to disregard you entirely..."

She cuts herself short, as he is staring at her with wide blue eyes, entirely unreadable. For a moment, she thinks that perhaps she has gone too far and releases his face. She would drop his hand as well, to make her retreat total, but he is gripping it like a lifeline, so tightly his knuckles have gone pale.

She swallows a lump in her throat as she looks up at him, trying not to sound too pleading. "Tell me how I can help you."

The hand in her own loosens somewhat, but it does not go far. Slipping free, he slides it up her wrist, her forearm. He doesn't meet her eye as he says, "I would have your comfort, lady, if you will give it."

It is not a completely out of the ordinary request but there is something in the way he says it that strikes a fire within her. She shuffles a little closer, trying to keep any expectation she may have to herself. "How would you have it?"

Again, he does not respond, but the way he looks at her seems answer enough. She meets his eye for one breath, two, and then his hand has curled around the side of her neck and he is pulling her into him, kissing her with urgency. He has yanked her forward too suddenly, stronger than she is used to, and one hand slaps against his chest, fingers tightening into the chainmail that lays below his neck. It does not give under her touch, chain links merely shifting, but it gives her something to hold on to as she chases his mouth, tries to keep up with the kisses he gives her. 

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[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party:Gothic Hotties

Eva vs Imp

When puberty hit some girls like a freight train, it could be make or break, so to say Eva had hit the jackpot was a fuckmothering understatement at the very least. A walking, living, breathing definition of big titty goth girl with the libido to match and she damn well knew it, mothers lock up your sons and lads, hide your nads when Eva was out on the town on the prowl. At least that would usuaully be the case if she ever gave them the time of day anymore, having had a one track mind since that fateful night she'd encountered.....him and couldnt get him out of her head. Hard not to after what could only be summed up as having gotten ravished in such a way that not even her biggest toys could come close to scratching her itch so what guys could even compare anymore?

Yet Eva was in a state of mind where her crush was pretty turning into absolute hatred after having her heart and dreams crushed by the “love of her life”. First the bastard ignored her and never came or called back, now the only time she was even reminded he was around was the latest social media picture or video post of him wrecking one of the random Barbie doll bimbos around about town and the neighbourhood. If that's how he wanted to be than fine by her but she'd get her revenge on that heartbreaking, backstabbing two timing horse cocked gimp-masked fuckwipe!! So she decided the best way to get her much desired pound of flesh was to find a means that would be ideal for killing a seemingly superhuman freakshow like him was to use someone or something equally freaky and what would be more apropos than to summoned a demon from hell to take care of that bag of dicks?

It'd taken a while of course to find exaclty what she'd needed to get the job done, sure she was mad as all fuck but she wasn't desperate enough, let alone stupid enough to sell her soul. Leave it to some of her gal pals on the Goth Gals forum message board to do her solid and link her some instructions for a summoning ritual they guaranteed would be just she needed. No strings attached, just draw up the seal, place the candles to light, etc and presto, instant hellspawn minion, no soul required. But what she doesn’t realize was that when she summoned the creatures that would get the job done, it wouldn't be the one she was intending but also find someone that could take the pain away and become her new love.

But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here aren't we? Let us check in our kinky goth pixie who we find in her bedroom, home alone and fucking thankful for that what with her folks out for the long weekend. Once upon a time having the house to herself would be when she'd have one of her simp boytoys over for a nice easy lay but that wasn't the case since the "Incident" anymore. This night however, she had her room looking a few steps way from looking like the ideal spot for a Satanic cult or a Witch's Sabbath, no lights save for some candles in key places and eerie demonic symbols and runes decorating the floor. Just light these suckers up, read the incantation chant and she'd be set to go.....

Eva could just picture it already, a big hunky Cerberus or some studly incubus who would tempt her and rut her in ways that'd ruin her even further for human men. Perhaps even tempt and make that traitorous gimp masked bastard jealous and regret ever ditching her and wasting time with rando bimbos!! So you can imagine her shock and disappointment to find what she got was nothing like that, oh no. Instead of what should've been a demon version or equivalent to the Trasher, she found herself looking upon a goddamn runt imp!!

Not just any imp of course because come on, you all know this story at this point!! Yes sir it was none other than our fave little possum, who had on a bath robe as he was set to enjoy a nice, warm shower and yet here he was in the living world facing off a pissed off, big titty goth girl. What was it with these sort of girls and their sense of timing and where were they even getting this ritual from? Hell why was it set to call him up any and every damn time? But that was neither here nor there for the time being, right now he knew what had to be done.

Eva on her end of things was looking ready to choke a bitch, especially and specifically the bitches who lied to her about this summoning!! Where was her big bitch breaking demon cock that would make her lover boy jealous?!! Only for her icey blue eyes to widen and her jaw drop as Moxxie nonchalantly opened his robe and dropped it off of his frame. Flashing her quite a juicy set of legs and...a nice big old red imp cock. Making the kinky goth shudder as her pussy began to gush and dribble as suddenly the Trasher became the furthest thing from her mind.

So that glorified bbc flasher wanted to waste his time with rando bimbo Barbie dolls? Fine then, she had a new lord and master worthy of her love as Eva was shamelessly kneeling naked on the floor before Moxxie, sucking him off with a powerful, intense blowjob. Outright choking and suffocating on his big imp cock which was facefucking her in response much to her shamelessly lewd delight of course. Inches upon Inches of pussy pleasing meat sinking past her luscious violet painted lips and using her mouth and throat like a pocket pussy promising that the infamous Trasher would soon be a distant memory to a point of being forgotten entirely.

But ooh as soon as that cock went from making her face feel like an oral pussy to penetrating her actual one, Eva could swear she was seeing god!! The rush and thrill of her pussy being filled by that saliva lubed up hunk of fuckmeat as it hammered and pounded her womb, proving that her encounter with the Thrasher hadn't ruined her entirely for men. But Moxxie would certainly finish the job, as he approached fucking this slutty goth girl the same way he would approach killing a target when circumstances went his way. Thorough, efficient and downright brutal!!

It had started out simple but effective with a basic missionary position, the goth babe looking on in orgasmic awe at her stomach bulging from the depth of the imp's length and girth. Before she soon found herself being pressed and folded in a mating press as the little red possum showed himself quite strong for handlig a woman quite his size. Her mind going numb with erotic bliss as his tongue invaded her mouth and slobbered away on her pierced tits, making her arch her spine and curl her toes. Her big goth booty clapping its thunderbun cheeks with every smack of those crimson balls with a rhythmic impact.

On and on the pair went, as Eva felt herself living out a pornographic montage far superior to the onslaught she had received from her now unworthy former crush. This was the real one true love of her life, as he took and fucked her like a real man should and could be able to, from mounting her doggy style and prone bone like the bitch in heat she was, to holding and groping her as he had her riding his infernal shaft in forward and reverse cowgirl which allowed him to enjoy the view of her bouncing, clapping tits and ass. Orgasms rocking her one after another and he had yet to cum himself but the times he did, she relished with delight. Showing little to no signs of stopping long into the late twilight hours.

By the time morning finally came, Eva wincing as the sunlight poured into her room while she stirred awake to find herself naked, sticky and sore in all the right places. Pouting as she found Moxxie gone, no doubt the ritual completed yet smiled as she found a note from him with his contact details, feeling absolutely giddy with glee. More so as she went on over to her computer to unlock the desktop and see that her secret cam stream ahd gone over without a hitch. Meaning she successfully displayed her full on marathon with the man she now knew was the only one she'd ever need as she shut off the stream and started searching her room for any and every tracer or reminder or her previous crush to dispose of.

Make no mistake, that kinky goth was already counting down the days before she'd decide to call and be with Moxxie once again. While her little secret porn livestream made quite the stir online with a copy even getting forwarded to Skullfuck productions, where Mr.Sketch and his personal assistant watched on with interest. The flaming skullheaded enigma's bizarre brain running with ideas for his little imp muse and making plans to consider hiring Eva as a future star. She just seemed the sort of gal who wouldn't mind selling her soul...especially with the right incentive....

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Goth Mommy in the Mood

Linda'd found that she'd been feeling lonely lately but not in a romantic sense mind you, but you see jer friends, God she loved them but they could be such a handful at times, had been driving her crazy and she needed some relief, the kind that only a nice little fling would be able to accomplish. But like Hell she was going to fish for and find some even halfway decent catches in a bar or nightclub, slim pickings for sure but if anyone was sure to have a good idea or two then it was bound to available on the internet. Christ if need be, she'd likely settle for a good Skullfuck Productions skinflick to jill off and flick her bean to, especially with some of that new stuff they'd been putting out on release recently. That Mysterious M guy was major fantasy fuel and the mask was a nice touch to really add to the name, to say nothing of that dick!!

When looking online she found something that got her attention on the Desperate Goth Gals forum, exclusive to its subscribed members under a simple title, "The Ritual". Figuring what harm as it seemed a good way to kill her boredome and pass the time, with a smile she decides she'd try and perform it, writing down the instructions set up in the guide posts with the adjustment requested online by Gothpiggyslayer2K, and darkherronqueen69. Making it clear that if she wanted some real mileage of out this, all she had to do was use a digital or electronic candle as the central Master candle, that way she could keep the promised demon around long enough. It certainly helped the terms and conditions ensured there was no catch or fine print and no risk at all to her eternal soul, talk about a real find even if she doubted it might actually work

A quick prep and set-up, few electric/digital candles and one chant later, none other than Moxxie is summoned once again, looking annoyed, a coffee cup in hand indicating this was some bad timing for him. As it was clear this was far from the first time he got called up to the living world, judging by his body language as he took a look around her room amidst the setup. Seems he was no stranger to finding himself in a goth girl's room, no surprise there BUT when he turned to see her, he couldn't help himself become enraptured with her. Oh he'd seen and "dealt" with his share of goths but sweet inferno, Lindel seemed to be in a whole other league while she herself looked upon the imp with stunned silence, no doubt of all the things to call up from Hell, this was what she got?

However once the shock soon wore off, Lindel couldn't help but squeal with joy and delight as she picks Moxxie up in her arms kissing him and calling him adorable. Hugging him close and tight as he caressed his snowballed little horned head and caused his face to be planted deep into the warm, soft valley of her chalk pale tits. Pretty much smothering the sweet little possum as he felt himself in marshmallow heaven and all all at once, oh certainly this sort of reaction from the big titty goth girl wasn't rare or unexpected but there was only so much he could endure. Lindel of course soon obliging his unspoken plea for mercy as she held him further back a bit no doubt to better take in what a little cutie she had in her grasp.

Moxxie:*She actually had a few questions about the underworld and hell what with being a horror junkie and all, especially if for all churches liked to preach about brimstone and damnation, was it so bad if it had such a little sweetheart like him in? Her semi-rapid fire pace of questions adding to the earlier overwhelming motorboating but when the interia soon wore off, he spoke up. "you know what, let's get this over with........." *The next thing tall, pale and gorgeous knew, he suddenly grabbed her before kissing her and pinning her to the bed as the momentum of the sudden make-out ambush caused her to fall back and land on it. Until she was soon gladly making out with the sweet little possum, moaning from his skilled and oh so invasive tongue slithering around to practically fuck her throat as they rolled around and about the bed getting one another stripped of their clothing.*

What follows is a long and thorough pounding from Moxxie as he played into the dominant role taking the hot Goth like a beast, showing how he earned his title mentioned in the Ritual as the Finest Lover in all of Hell, asking if Mommy liked what he got. Moans and cries of ecstasy escaping her lips as she was taken doggy style, her albino booty jiggling and clapping from every impact of each single inch of that Big Imp Cock fucking her hot, sloppy pussy. The walls echoing with the erotic rhythm of a red skin smacking chalk bone white as he'd pull on her ebony hair or slap her naughty booty. The usually cool, aloof goth's face red with a blush of arousal and sporting an expression known in some circles as an ahegao indicating just intensely she as being fucked.

Lindel says that Mommy loves it and wants more, drooling with ectasy as her brain became numb and stupid from overwhelming overdose of pleasure flooding it. The imp obliging her as he maintained a steady, intensifying rhythm, thrusting and pumping into the embrace of the goth's slutty pussy. And she could tell he was only just getting started on rocking her morbid, spooky world. Which ensured she was going to be numb and sore in all the right ways when this was all said and done.

The use of a digital/electronic master candle certainly helped, ensuring that she needn't rush things with Moxxie, who of course was a very through lover. From giving her a powerful facefuck as her head hung off the edge of the bed to mounting and holding onto her waist as he fucked her ass with her bent over on her feet, grasping her curtains for fear life. Moxxie soon quite stunned to find the goth mama to be quite the woman as she was actually keeping up and still standing with him, the pair catching their breaths as they rested on the messedup sweat and juice soaked sheets of the bed. The afterglow taking effect as they caught their breaths.

After a few hours of such intense fucking, both grew tired, a feat not achieved by Moxxie save for only a few times (his first time with Millie, ever, among a few others)as the pair decided to actually spend a bit of the time to bond, watching a few horror movies. Moxxie was taking an interest in Saw, not really caring for all the pointless torture porn and gore but for the death puzzles as it gave him some ideas for traps he could use on earth for his job. Because some assholes deserved a lot worse and slower than a bullet to the brain, as he and Lindel continued to get better acquainted socially as well as erotically. Before they soon once again found themselves making out and picking up right back where they had left off....

Whereas before of course had been more primal, raw and animalistic, this marathon session was more sensual and passionate. The goth mama and the imp love machine now on a more personal level as she currently bounced and rode his shaft at a gentler pace. Hands clasped with his as they opted for a more tantric approach, but no less lusty and determined to bring one another to the peak of climactic ecstasy. The seconds and minutes the Ritual afforded them seeming to move at a pace where both needn't rush their sense of enjoyment as they kept up at it, long and well into the night.

After deciding to go home, both having felt satisfied and fulfilled in their little rut, he gave her a card with his phone number. After all, wouldn't be any harm to do this again, albeit of course with a proper date and time arranged. Giving Lindel one last sweet kiss goodbye and says next time around, he'll let his wife join him. Soon as he was gone home in a puff of demonic smoke when the master candle was shut off, Lindel smiled and sits down to reflect on what had been a helluva an encounter.

All the while she wondered how her friends would handle the compact stud, as she had herself some wicked, fun little ideas. Said friends feeling a strange shuddering sensation run down along their spine as they had a feeling they'd be having a case of blown out backs and numb legs. While Millie back with her man was more than excited to get to learn the details about the latest hot sexy piece of ass her man had met and won over this time around. There was just something about goth girls and her Moxxie.....

And believe you me, wouldn't be the first or last goth girl in the pair's life to come their way. Especially with that Ritual going around which of course begs the questions. Who had made that thing and how did it become enough public knowledge like this? Who can say for sure.....

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Weird Goth

Tambry was down in the dumps and we're talking big time enough that you could tell just by looking at her but the how and why she was nearing a risk of emo levels of depression? Well might be because she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend of a few years, resident wanna-be rockstar and walking, talking teen wangs Robbie Valentino ooooh how she had tried, tried to keep making it work with the jerk!! She had done so much to try to keep his attention from dressing more scantily to even using some size changing crystal to make her ass and breasts bigger tbut unfortunately the spark had just died. However while most girls in her position would mope and mourn in their room after a break up, they'd follow through by destroying or getting rid of any and everything that reminded them of their ex.

But Tambry you see, is a Gravity Falls girl and of course that didn't mean she had to do it all regular like that, hell the fuck no. She had heard one way to get over a man after a breakup was to get under another for a little fling, no strings attached, just a quick, guilt free boning. She'd considered going to town hero Dipper Pines, who had seriously hit the jackpot on puberty starting with a major growth spurt but he was taken and besides given the history he especially had with Robbie when he was 12 going on 13, that would've been considered too petty. Oh sure Wendy would've likely been glad to lend a hand but Tambry was feeling more in the mood for a dude to get the job done and she sure as hell wasn't going to ask any other guys.....Gravity Falls was slim pickings and besides maybe even bottom of the barrell last resort.

Eventually she checked online browsing her phone and found something that seemed like it might be the solution to her problem, some sort of a ritual, that's said it would summon an amazing lover. Now it certainly had to be too good to be true so naturally she had to go into detail and see if there was any catch or fine print involved. So far though it had all seemed pretty legit, she didn't even have to offer up her soul or anything similar in an equivalent exchange, just a few key accessories, a few symbols to write and draw and a chant to read. Though usernames DarkHerronQueen6669 and GothPiggySlayer2K recommended that if she wanted the little devil dude around longer, the master candle had to be electronic, even using an app thst displayed a lit candle to act as substitute woild do.

They insisted, from first hand experience apparently, that the difference was very effective when they tried out it personally even including a video link she decided she’d check out later. For now what followed was a quick supply run, some setting up per the instructions here and there and voila!! Soon she found herself all ready to go, she had to admit with how her room was by default, this whole set up didn't even look out of place. Once she lit and placed the digital Master Candle in place, she goes through the ritual’s final main phase and summons this demonic lover boy it so greatly promised..

Cue the usual theatrical quality smoke and mirrors, because clearly whoever had originally set this thing up had a flair for the dramatic, Tambry was starting to think she had gotten ripped off. Sitting in what was some sort of chair like you’d see a movie director sitting in as they were doing a shoot, was our some sort of horned possum reading…was that a script? Yes folks, it was Moxxie yet again (because come on who were you expecting?) who had clearly found himself called up right when he was busy glossing over his boss’ latest pending smut project and the look on his face made it clear, he was used to this happening. A calm sigh as he put the script aside from the moment, he adjusted, Tambry had to admit, his cute little bow tie as he looked her way and figured it was best the two get down to business.

Sure Tambry doubted this little guy wa going to roc her world but hey he was pretty easy on the eyes, right? But of course ever the attentive little gentleman, the imp could see hesitation in her face and so figured they could ease any uncomfortable so they began to talk. A brief exchange of introductions, getting to know each other and in no time at all, Tambry actually found herself opening up to the little guy, seriously he just seemed so trust worthy and she wasn’t usually one for confiding in others, hence part of why she was on her phone so often. Naturally this had lead to her admitting the exact reasons why she had even gone through doing this summoning ritual in the first place and going by the body language of the imp, wasn’t the first time he heard that sort of thing.

So of course our sweet possum was more than up to giving the goth hottie her much needed act of spite but felt it fair to try offering her a chance to back out but she says she's okay with it. Somehow just getting acquainted with Moxxie just felt so nice, so right to her that somehow just doing a fling for spiting he ex was the furthest thing from her mind. Right about now all she just wanted was for the little sweetheart to show her a Good time and call her crazy but the lighting n here really seemed to make her feel all…romantic. Her eyes getting all hazy with lust as she leaned in close, locking lips with the imp as they kissed and began to make out, softly, slowly, intimately…

Tambry hadn't had a fair share of kisses and make out sessions in her romantic life to say the least but hot damn if Moxxie wasn't setting a standard that would put any wanna-bes to shame. His quite gifted tongue practically making hers dance with it as her every nerve was becoming tingly with a growing pressure of pleasure flooding it as it made its way along her spine and right to her brain. Sweet fucking Lord Almighty, she couldn't believe that she was cumming just from a kiss but there was no mistaking that warm, sticking sensation she was feeling under her skirt. It was so overwhelmingly orgasmic that before she knew it, she was naked as the imp had stripped her of her clothes as well as his own, causing her eyes to drip down to see what she'd be dealing with.

To say she was feeling so damn wet right now would be an understatement, shock and erotic awe hazing her vision as she gazed on the imp's cock. Only for him to then proceed to take her to Bone-Town and having her screaming like a banshee, begging and crying for more from her imp daddy as inch after inch of his demonic, glorious cock pounded her snatch like a jackhammer. Wrapping her arms and legs around him to hold on for dear life and keep him close as if not wanting him to disappear just in case this was all just some dream. But oooh no, that talented tongue of his dancing with her own, the smacking of those heavy balls, the delicious rhythm of crimson skin smacking tanned skin as juices splashed with every impact and more made it all very clear she was wide awake and not dreaming....and Imp Daddy Moxxie had only just begun.

Second into minutes which went on to become hours and Tambry felt like she could die of pleasure overload, orgasms hitting her one after the other like cars on a freeway piling up as they crashed into each other. Moxxie putting her ex to shame and then some with an onslaught of sexual magic as she found herself developing a fondness for quite a few positions he'd put her through more than once. Doggy style and cowgirl especially proved to be her favourites and oh to say nothing of just how fan-fucking-tastic he felt plowing her ass or facefucking her as if her mouth and throat were an oral pussy. Whoever had this guy for a boyfriend or husband had to be the luckiest bitch on the planet and likely had to use a wheelchair just to get around, as the goth and the imp continued with their own tandem hentai montage with little to no signs of stopping.

Unknown to them, Robbie had been outside thinking might have been too quick to break up with her and so had been on his way to try and patch things up. Only for the emo boy to feel like he was going to have to go into an open grave and whine like the little bitch he was as struggled to deny hearing what sounded like her with another man. Really with how loud Tambry was being right now, it was likely the whole neighbourhood could hear it, if not all of Gravity Falls local townies and oddities or even the whole state of Oregon. Particularly whenever she would howl and holler out how much bigger and better Moxxie's cock was and how much better in the sack he was than Emo Valentino. Suffice to say, Robbie Boy's ego and sense of manhood were pretty much shattered...

Not that Tambry cared enough about him to ever even consider giving him the time of day anymore after such a wild night, hugging the imp like a plush toy as they snuggled together in the afterglow. Idly making out as they made some small talk and exchanged contact information mainly so if the next time she ever wanted a repeat, he wanted to at least schedule an appointment. More than willing to oblige the little love machine after such a wonderful time, sharig one last kiss good bye. Pouting adorably as she found herself missing him already, the sweetest guy she'd ever met..and of course he lived in Hell of all places...

A day or so since that night, Tambry was browsing the clothing stores at Gravity Falls Mall, looking for something sexy to wear that she could send pictures of to Moxxie. Oh sure nude selfies and all were spicy but she wanted to know what he'd like, when she ran into none other than resident heiress Pacifica Northwest, who it just so happens was also doing the same. The 2 social media babes had never thought they'd ever have something in common but sharing and comparing their Moxxie experience? Well not a bad way to start a new friendship....or a club to form with all sorts of members to have in on it...what's another secret club in Gravity Falls, right?

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Some Hearts ~ Part 3

My Blurb: Sorry for the delay in getting this posted. I had an ovarian cyst rupture and it was not pleasant. The pain meds I have been on for the last week have not been super conducive to writing so if parts of this are wonky, I'm blaming that! I hope you enjoy! 

Disclaimer:  Alas, I own nothing but my ideas. I do not give permission for my writing to be shared anywhere without my consent. 

Summary: Reacher never needed anyone, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. But when he finds his mate beaten and bruised one night, she and the rest of the 110th show Reacher the benefits of being in a pack. Fated Mates, Shifter AU

Pairing: Jack Reacher x OFC Morgan Stone

Warnings: There are some darker things in this fic. Morgan is a rape and abuse survivor. Nothing is explicitly detailed but be advised. Your media consumption is your responsibility. This is a fated mates, wolf shifter AU and will contain claming, biting, mating and other wolf pack related things. 

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Rock Hill Village Hospital, New York

Reacher’s eyes don’t leave Morgan but he still senses the surprised looks from his friends. No one called him Jack, not his family when he was young, not his superiors in the military and not his friends now. He had always preferred Reacher but when she had asked for his name he wanted her to call him Jack. He wanted to hear the way it sounded when she said it. Her calling him anything else seemed like it would cause the tugging in his chest to rip open. 

He had already inspected the star shaped mark that had burned itself into the skin above his heart, a physical representation of the tether that bound them together. She hadn’t seemed to notice hers but Roscoe had said she was on some high pain killers. If she felt it she probably thought it was part of her other injuries and she hadn’t been awake long enough to see the matching mark on her own chest.

The door clicked close behind him but she didn't seem to notice. She was staring at him, her brown eyes wide, a look of shock and fear on her face. Shock he was expecting, he had delivered the news abruptly, but the fear concerned him. 

“My fated mate?” her voice had a slight tremor to it. “How is that possible?” 

Reacher shrugged, “O’Donnell tells me you can’t fight the Moon Goddess.” 

“No, I mean…” she took a deep breath before continuing, “There was a bonding ceremony. My father made sure it was all legitimate. And after…the claiming…” her good arm wrapped around her torso and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. “There's no way he told anyone he messed it up. It was too important to his dad and mine. He will do whatever it takes to find me. If he found out about you…I can’t drag anyone down with me.” She’s rambling, looking around the room in a panic.

“Morgan” He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, quieting her movements. She looked so small and lost sitting on the bed and the tugging in his chest grew stronger. His wolf was pacing, not liking the anxiety and fear coming off their mate in waves. “I know you’re scared, but this is real.” He lifted his shirt up until his right pec was visible, showing her the mark. “I’m your fated mate, we will sort out whatever that entails but you are mine to protect.”

She studied the mark before shyly peeking down the top of her hospital gown. He knew she saw it when she bit her lip and slowly met his eyes again. “You don’t even know me,” There was still a slight tremor in her voice but she didn’t look like she was ready to bolt anymore. 

“I know you’re brave and you’re smart. I served in the army for 13 years and there weren’t many that would do what you did, especially without a wolf. Going two weeks undetected while big men hunt you down. I'd like to get to know you more but right now you should rest.” He pulled the blanket over her legs and moved back to the chair beside her bed while she laid back. 

She looked like she wanted to protest but a yawn hit her as soon as she laid her head on the pillow. He eased himself back into the chair beside her bed and within minutes her breathing evened out and she was asleep again. 

He watched her for a while, thinking about the story she had told and her clear fear of being discovered by the other pack. A soft knock drew his attention to the door where Neagley had poked her head through and she nodded for him to follow her. 

Once in the hallway she handed him a folder, “Everything Sanchez and Orozco have found so far. Finlay is going to do some digging also. Her story checks out, there's an article about the ceremony, even some pictures.” She pointed him to a page that looked like a scan of a newspaper. There was Morgan in a fancy green dress, she was smiling but it looked forced and didn’t reach her eyes. The man who stood next to her was slim but athletic looking. He had a square jaw and was smirking at the camera, his arm locked firmly around Morgan. 

“What about her escape?” Reacher flipped through the file, noting her birthday from her passport. 

“There hasn’t been a single mention of her since the article about the ceremony. Sanchez said it looks like they are playing it close to their chest. The Kliner pack is making it seem like they are on their honeymoon and that’s why no one has seen them.” She raised an eyebrow when Reacher clenched his fist. “You ok big guy? Emotions aren’t really your thing.”

Reacher closed the folder before looking at his friend. “She’s been through alot, and fate shackled her with me. Hardly seems fair to her.” He paused, “Thank you for the information, I don’t want to take up more of your resources than I already have.” 

Neagley snorted, folding her arms across her chest. “You can pretend all you want that you aren’t a part of this pack Racher. But this is your home, and we are your family. Which makes that little wolf in there our family also.” She nodded towards Morgan’s room. “We protect our family.” 

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“It’s real, Franz witnessed the whole thing.” I jumped at the sound of Charlie’s voice echoing in the little bathroom. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, just have to make sure you didn’t black out on us, plus Reacher’s getting antsy out there. 

I rolled my eyes at her while pulling the top of my hospital gown back up to cover the star shaped mark I had been inspecting. After talking with Jack, I slept another ten hours. My usual nightmares about my father and KJ finding me had been interrupted by the appearance of a large gray wolf who chased them away before sitting at my feet. After that I slept peacefully. It was the best sleep I'd gotten in years and I had awoken to find Jack asleep in the chair beside my bed. I studied him for a couple minutes noticing that even in sleep he still looked strong and firm. I shifted slightly and his eyes sprung open searching the room before finding me and relaxing. The tether between us hummed and I raised my hand to the mark on my chest.

A nurse appeared with food, breaking the tension. Then it was a whirlwind of x-rays and tests before Dr. Roscoe appeared and told me I could be released but she wanted to follow up with me in a week. My IV had been removed and Charlie had gone in search of some scrubs I could wear while I escaped to the bathroom. Jack had never strayed further than the hallway throughout the procedures and I needed a minute to figure out my plan without him bombarding my senses. 

Even with my exhausted mind, my hormones had paid more attention to his abs when he lifted the shirt last night than the mark he had shown me, but studying mine, it did seem like they matched. Charlie’s intrusion had pulled me out of a worry spiral that was threatening to send me escaping through another window. 

“You seem pretty close to my size, so these should fit you. I can bring some other stuff over to Reacher’s place tonight until you get your wardrobe figured out.” Charlie continued, placing a pair of green scrubs on the counter. 

“Thank you…wait, Reacher’s house?” I swung around to face her. 

She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “Yes, Reacher’s house. Where you will be staying. You didn’t know that?” 

“No, I thought I could go to a motel or…although I guess I can’t pay for a motel but I could get a job or I could just…” My rambling was cut off by Charlie giggling. “Why are you laughing!” 

“He has lived in your hospital room since you came in.” She tried to stop another round of giggles. “Oh my gosh, I have to tell Neagley, she will die. You staying in a hotel on the other side of the village” 

“Charlie!” My screech sobered her but I heard Jack moving in the other room and the pull in my chest tugged a little causing me to reach my hand up and rub it. 

“You’re already tuned to each other.” Charlie smiled, rubbing a spot on her chest. “I’m sorry I laughed. If you want to stay in the hotel instead of his place, that’s fine. But be prepared for a roommate or a tent pitched outside your door. Reacher is a good man, he has helped my mate out more than once and always when he didn’t have to. You are safe with him.” She nodded her head towards the scrubs before retreating out the door. 

Changing into the scrubs with my one good arm proved challenging and by the time I had accomplished it I was sweating and wanted to sleep for another 10 hours but with a deep breath I steeled myself as I walked back into my room. 

As expected, Jack turned away from Charlie immediately, looking me over like he was checking for new injuries. I tried not to focus on the gaze that lingered on my chest making me hyper aware that I didn’t have a bra on.

Charlie broke the tension by bringing me a stack of papers. “These are your discharge instructions along with a note of everything we did or gave you while you were here. Roscoe already went over everything with Reacher but feel free to reach out. Are you feeling ok?” 

“Ya, just a little worn out from wrestling my clothes on with one hand.” I chuckled. 

“Reacher, why don’t you go pull the truck around. I’ll bring Morgan out in a minute.” She waved Jack off with an eyebrow raise when he didn’t immediately leave. Once he left she turned to me, her face serious, “If you want, when I drop the clothes off later, I can help you shower and get changed. I know you aren’t ready for him to help.” 

I nodded, heat climbing my cheeks, “I would appreciate that Charlie, thank you.” 

She grinned in response before turning us towards the door. I followed her into the hallway and then onto an elevator that opened into a lobby. The people we passed along the way were all friendly, greeting Charlie and smiling politely at me. I gasped when we stepped outside. The storm had shielded the beauty of the valley on the night I arrived. The clear view of the mountains and trees surrounding the village was a picturesque backdrop to the cabins and buildings on either side of the hospital. My gaze spun around before landing on Jack standing by a blue Ford pickup. He opened the passenger side and gestured for me.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” Charlie gave my hand an encouraging squeeze and I smiled before sliding into the passenger seat. 

I fiddled with my fingers as Jack rounded the truck and hopped in the driver's seat. Forcing myself to not watch him I looked out the window and at the hospital we were pulling away from. It was a large building, much larger than I would expect for a pack in the middle of nowhere. “Jack, how big is this pack?” 

“103 currently, growing though, now that the members have settled and started having kids.” He shrugged, turning onto a road that looked like it was part of a town square. 

“That’s very specific.” I smiled, “Does the hospital serve another pack? It seems bigger than needed” 

“Details matter” he waved at a couple walking on the sidewalk, “and at least half the pack are ex-military. The influx of kids combined with living out here keeps Roscoe busy.” 

I nodded, watching out the window as we made our way across the village. It wasn’t huge but from what I could see it was homey, clean and well maintained. A few people stared as we drove by but they all waved at Jack. “Everyone seems so…nice.” 

Jack chuckled, turning the truck onto a small road that curved between some trees. “Neagley is pretty strict about who she lets join. It also helps…or hurts…that everyone is connected. The starting members were from my old army unit. They brought in their families and it grew from there. O’Donnel knew Roscoe’s husband, Roscoe knew Charlie and so on and so forth.” 

“So the pack really is a big family?” Even I heard the wistfulness in my voice and I blushed when he glanced over at me but I had already spilled enough of my story to answer the question in his expression. 

“Here we are” he gestured out the windshield as a cabin came into view.

My jaw dropped as I took in the beautiful two story cabin with a wrap around porch and a chimney that had a curl of smoke coming out.  “This is your house? It’s beautiful.” 

“Technically. I paid for it but Neagley and Dixon did all the work. I keep telling them to let someone else move in but they said I would need it someday. Turns out they were right.” He put the truck in park and jogged around to my side before I could open the door. 

He watched me as I followed him into the house and took in the decor. It was simple and masculine. The same cedar wood was on the interior of the open floor plan. Soft brown leather sofas faced a fireplace that provided a comfortable glow into the rest of the house. A kitchen table sat near a large bay window that showcased another stunning view of the forest and mountains. The kitchen had stainless steel appliances and an island outfitted with barstools and the whole thing was overlooked by an upstairs loft. 

“Bathroom, laundry room and an office through there.” Jack pointed to a hallway off the kitchen. He stood back as I peeked into each area before gesturing to the stairs. “Bedrooms are up here.” The comforting colors continued upstairs. Jack pointed out another bathroom and his bedroom before opening a third door. “This can be your room.”

“Thank you,” I replied, stepping into the room. It wasn’t huge but it was cozy and the bed looked soft. There was a closet on one end and a dresser on the other. The nightstands matched the dresser and sported lamps with light blue shades. “This is beautiful.” 

“This is your space, you can make whatever changes you want. Just let me know.” I turned to find Jack standing in the doorway and that hum appeared in the tether again as we looked at each other. 

Before I could reply the doorbell rang and he went down to answer it. I stayed in the room a few minutes longer, running my hand over the comforter that matched the lamp shades and smiling to myself. Stepping onto the landing I heard Jack and another male voice. 

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“Thank you Mr. Mosley, you didn’t have to do this.” Reacher smiled at the older man as he put the food in the fridge and handed him a bottle of water. 

“You know my lady wouldn’t allow that to happen.” He replied with a chuckle, settling himself onto one of the barstools. “She would have come herself but her hip is acting up again after the storm.” 

Morgan timidly made her way down the staircase and he could almost feel the worry rolling off her. She was nervous to stay with him but hadn’t put up a fight like he had been worried she would. He wouldn’t have blamed her, all of the information they had dug up on her past pointed towards a rightful apprehension towards men. 

“Mr. Mosley, this is Morgan.” Reacher gestured for her to come in before continuing. “Morgan, this is Mr. Mosley. He and his wife run the pack grocery and hardware store. He brought us some dinner.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mosley, thank you for the food.” Morgan smiled and shook the older man's hand. 

“The pleasure is all mine my dear, when we heard the big guy had found a pretty little mate and that she was injured, my wife started cooking. If you hadn’t gotten released when you did we would be out of fridge space. And I had to bring it over to make sure he saved some for you.” 

Morgan laughed softly at his words, visibly relaxing. “Jack has been very kind.” 

“Oh? Jack is it?” Mosley raised an eyebrow at Reacher who just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You really must be his mate to have that honor.” He stage whispered to Morgan, causing her to giggle. 

Catching sight of Charlie’s car pulling in, he moved to the door to let her in. “So far so good?” She asked when she reached the door, a duffle bag in hand. 

“Ya, Mosley showed up at the end of the tour with food in tow. She seems relaxed.” Reacher placed the bag on the stairs, pausing to see the grin light up Morgan’s face when she saw Charlie. Mosley was trying to send food home with her when he rejoined the group.

“I’m good, Paul is making dinner. I just stopped by to bring Morgan some cast friendly clothes and help her get cleaned up and then I’ll head home.” Charlie smiled kindly at him. 

“I haven’t had a shower since before I fell and” Morgan held up her cast, “I discovered earlier that only having one good arm makes things like that difficult.” A happy hum vibrated through their tether and Reacher smiled to himself. 

“You ladies go ahead, I’ll help Reacher get supper ready and then head back to the misses. Don’t be a stranger, Morgan.” Mosley called as Morgan led Charlie up the stairs not missing the way Reacher watched his little mate until she was out of sight. 

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Logan Walker x F!Reader

TW for swearing, everyone is traumatized after the canon Ghosts ending, angst, one borderline sexual comment toward the end -- if you're under 18 you don't belong here, kid. Shoo.

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Chapter 02

2 days.

It had been 2 days since the fight with Logan. Fight. If that was even the word for it. You hadn't seen or spoken to him since the situation in his room; he had been around base. He can be found only when he wants to be - his best and worst quality.

You knew he was doing okay, through the whispers from the new recruits, the knowing glances from your team, the mugs of tea and coffee strategically placed at your work and rest areas (you knew his handiwork. He was the only one who could make you a perfect cup of tea. His dad and brother always teasing the two of you when he first started making the warm drinks for you. "Logan is literally your cup of tea" they'd laugh, as his cheeks would burn red).

Your skin healed within the day of the incident, but you couldn't quite bring yourself to trying to make the drink again just yet. So these small gestures were very appreciated.

The cups of tea were as close as he let you since that day.

The temptation to seek him out, to hold him close (or beg to be held) kept clawing at the back of your mind. You hated the way things left off, the tears and pain in his eyes as he left you alone in the room. But you learned your lesson with pushing. Push enough and he's bound to break -- he'll come around on his own terms.

"He feels bad" you jumped slightly as a voice spoke behind you. "The kid doesn't know how to talk to you after whatever was said." Whatever was said. He wasn't even opening up to Keegan now?

"So he hasn't said much to you either?" You turned, facing Keegan who was leaned against the doorframe. You scanned his face, trying to get any sort of read or emotion. Some sign of how Logan has been, some reassurance that the words you were being told held true.

"He said you two got into a disagreement, and he took things too far. Didn't seem to want to elaborate" You bit your lip, fighting the latest wave of tears that burned your eyes. The words echoing in your head.

He took things too far

Of course he was blaming himself, he was too sweet, too loyal to place blame onto you. It made his radio silence and disappearance from your life that much harder to handle.

"Give him time. Even if you want to jump in and love up on him until his head spins. He's starting to finally open up a little bit again." You hated how right he was.

"He'll find you when he's ready. I thought I'd let you know since you're starting to worry the recruits". You bit your lip, hiding the small smile at the jab Keegan just made at you.

He'll find you when he's ready.

You weren't expecting it to be during your shower the night after. You finished washing the sweat and grime from training off about 5 minutes ago. Now you've just been enjoying the warmth.

It was while letting the hot water wash away some of the tension in your neck you heard the door slowly open and close. Your mind immediately went to the knife hidden beneath your change of clothes and the best way to defend if needed. Or you could use your stark nudity as a distraction; but the intruder walked in knowing you were in the shower, so is it really a surprise that you have no clothes on?

"It's just me" your thoughts and body froze at the soft voice. Logan. You moved to peek your head out from behind the curtain, he was in a plain black hoodie and dark grey sweats. "You don't have to stop showering for me" a small smile played on his lips, but didn't reach his eyes.

You had been loving Logan for many years, and knew him for many more. You learned his mannerisms and implications enough to know his sentence really meant:

I have something I want to talk to you about, but it's easier to say it if I don't see you directly.

"You just want soapy titties" you teased, heart fluttering at the genuine, surprised laugh he let out. You would pay an unlimited amount of money to hear that every day.

Slowly closing the curtain, you returned to the hot stream of water. Hearing him shuffle from outside the curtain before speaking again.

"I'm sorry about the other day" you bit back your knee jerk reaction of telling him not to apologize, that it should be you apologizing. "I know you had the best intentions, you always do. That's why it's so hard" a pause, likely for him to try and collect his thoughts. To keep the tears of guilt and pain at bay.

"It's hard to let you see the monster they made of me. To let you see the darkest parts of my mind. You're the best thing that's happened to me. Everyone, including them can see that" he spat the word like it was venom on his tounge.

The sound of the shower running filled the silence. You knew how hard this was for him to do, to open up about. Your mind started to piece together a portion of what happened while he was captured.

They used you against him. They used you to break down his heart, his mind, his soul. The thought made you feel sick to your stomach.

You sat in silence, letting his words marinate inside your mind. Inside your heart. Keegan's words from the day earlier repeating in your head.

He said he took things too far

"You're not a monster, Lo" you whispered, voice drowned out by the water.

When you finished your shower, you weren't surprised to see the bathroom empty. That alone was a massive step for him.

Reaching over to grab a towel, you felt your heart swell, and tears prickle in the back of your eyes when you saw a familiar black hoodie neatly folded and placed atop your clean clothes. A small gesture to show he's trying to accompany the small explanation. A way to be protected and loved throughout the night while he sorted out the fears, stresses, and memories plaguing his thoughts. A way to remind himself he's still the boy you fell in love with.

Sliding the sweater on and curling yourself into the warmth and familiar smell of your love, you let a couple of tears fall. Selfish tears. An acknowledgement that he was trying, but fuck....it almost hurts worse to have him so close you think you can reach out and grab him, but he's just beyond your finger tips. Than to not have him at all.

Wiping your face with the sleeves, you finished your nightly routine and made your way back to your room. Curling into bed, keeping yourself wrapped in the hoodie, you closed your eyes and willed sleep you take you.

While falling into the darkness of your unconcious, you could've sworn you felt a loving kiss pressed to your hairline and a soft I love you get whispered into the dark.

He was trying -- he was trying for you.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @ai-luni

[penroseparticle]

Penrose Song of the Day Day 24: We Might Even Be Falling In Love (Interlude) by Victoria Monet

Boy did I unexpectedly have a shitton to say about this one.

Have you ever heard a song and then just. Wished for more. I feel that way so often these days- in the age of the tiktok sample and the optimized 2 minute song for streams, there's something to be said for a song you can sink into and lose yourself to for 5, 6, 7 minutes at a time. Where is the Bohemian Rhapsody length song these days.

That's not to say that I hate 2 minute songs- I listen to enough Connor Price to admit it's ultimately fine for a song to be thrown off the pottery wheel after 2 minutes, fully formed. And tiktok samples are great honestly- usually the most interesting or expressive part of the song is the part that gets me to listen to the whole track. And I'll take my strikes of inspiriation anywhere thanks, even if occasionally it throws me a Fancy Like (And to be clear I, regrettably, fucking love Fancy Like. The mans has no taste, sorry guys).

But there's a special exquisite pain when you fall in love with a song that is not, strictly speaking, a song.

Victoria Monet is one of my favorite current artists and I've made absolutely NO secret of that. Jaguar II is a NO SKIPS album for me, she just kills it. Even lines I should NOT find charming (Titties bouncing and everything, anyone?) are just so excellent to me. She just has a way with a track that makes me buy in, right away.

We Might Even Be Falling In Love is my favorite track from Jaguar, and it's not even particularly close- there's about half an album of green hearts on this album too (She's consistent too. Dare I say GOAT status), but this 50 second NONSONG IS MY FAVORITE SONG FROM THE ALBUM.

The sultry, smooth fucking beat, that funk from the bassline that's so simple and then cuts out at the end. The melody is so catch, the brass warm and bright and like. I feel like I just hit a blunt in the best way possible and I am not a weed person (I did other drugs).

I knew that V. Monet was a top 5 artist of mine very early on, but I didn't admit it to myself until I took a long hard look at her other music and artist credits and realized she just had her hand on a vast swathe of my liked songs.

There's just something so smooth. So sexy. Very 70's in that way that I can see myself grinding with someone in an afro and bellbottoms. This song is going to be in my Spotify top 100 this year and it is NOT A REAL SONG.

Interludes and Intros are an almost lost art at this point on the album- I think that rap and r&b are the last bastions of both (Metal too but you're not ready for that convo) and the conventional album structure in general- which is fine! Not every album is a meticulously curated hour long tour, sometimes an album is "This is my setlist for coachella" or "look at my new singles". That's ok I think, there's no good way to release music and the entrenched hegemony of the album was due for a shakeup for a while (We saw that change heralded a billion times before the streaming era more or less killed the conventional album release for anyone not named Beyonce).

The point of an intro is to. Introduce the album. Novel I know. And unless your intro is DaBaby good, it's not a track that you're expecting to pop off as the best track on the album. Its job is to introduce. You learn some of the sound profile. A little of the flavor of the album. Themes, motifs, favorite samples. The artist's persona, that kinda thing.

Interludes? Palette cleansers. The change from one thing to another. Rather than some harsh cut from concept to concept you can ease through it with a sultry BOP THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IT'S OWN SONG OK PLEASE VICTORIA I'M BEGGING.

Sometimes Interludes don't even get that title- I'd argue Smoke (Reprise) is also an interlude in Jaguar II despite missing the designation. But it serves much the same function. Smoke is a much more mid tempo, fat, low synth, vibe of a song and Smoke Reprise acts as good connective tissue to Buju Banton getting full Reggae on Party Girls.

And part of what makes We Might Even Be Falling In Love such a good interlude is that it works as good connective tissue too. I will be honest I HATE Dive. I love Victoria Monet, and I think the song has something to it, but I am not into the whole fuckin Squeaky Toy production this song has going on. I get it's bed squeaking or whatever. I know that it's supposed to be suggestive. It sounds awful. The thing is. The parts with the squeak absent are actually good. I like the melody. And like the idea we go from "Fuckin, the song" to "Maybe we're falling in love" as an interlude? And then into "I'm a Jaguar... in BED" is chefs kiss. That momentary "Wait am I catching feelings?" moment in musical form.

Anyways, We Might Even Be Falling In Love is SO good it makes me wish the song was 5 minutes long. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. And honestly I'm glad I feel so passionate about Victoria's music. You should find something to listen to that you're passionate about too. You could be dead right now, go listen to something you love.

[fiercelyablaze]

Part 1: Her POV

Damn, everything around me was falling apart, but all I could think about was the next time we would see each other.

I closed my eyes, sighing deeply 😮‍💨

I could see him in my mind so vividly. Our strong & erotically charged gaze for one another. The way we would play around and the banter between us was amazing! Our deep conversations that lasted all night... The intense passion when we would be in each other’s embrace. The way time stood still when we fucked as we made each other cum over and over... I felt free and safe, and out of control yet taken care of simultaneously. Fuck! 😩 He had me hooked! I was 100% dicknotized for sure!

As if he could sense my energy telepathically, I see his text come in. Immediately, I got shook as the butterflies flew around in my stomach all spazzy and chaotic. I wasn’t even breathing!

I opened the message: “When can I see you again? I miss it… I miss you. I miss us.” Aawww fuck meee, I thought! I could feel my pussy begin to water for him. My palms grew sweaty as I replied back; “WYD right now? 👀” I said. Shame? Fuck shame! I thought. I want him and he wants me back. I ain’t givin that up!

“I’ll be free in about an hour. Where you at?” He asked. “Sounds good baby, cum over 😏” I said. “Say less 🏎️💨” he replied. “LMAOOO!!!” I responded.

Fuck! He’s coming! Shit! I thought. I was feeling both shook and dangerously horny. Let me calm the fuck down! I thought.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I saw his face again… smiling in the sexy and shy way that he does… I could feel his hand on mine as electricity shot through my body…I imagined him kissing me while holding me tight… he made me feel so safe in his arms as he was so much bigger than me… The mf made me melt! & that made me willing to do whatever he wanted in bed!… I took another deep breath.😮‍💨

I started getting ready, finding the perfect slutty outfit. Something just for him. I could see it already, the look of primal lust in his eyes as he gazed over my body, almost salivating at the sight of me and the thought of having me…I mean it matters but it doesn’t… like it’s gonna be on the floor 😂 but still!

I settled on a low cut corset with the back exposed. I had rubbed oil all over my body after I showered so my titties were commanding attention. I put on a slutty mini skirt as I debated on panties or no panties…Finally, settling on none 😈 I put on my harness and tightened the strap around my thigh. I bent over in front of the mirror to get a better look: my ass was completely out. So plump and round. It looked perky and tight as fuck. My legs were looking thick and muscular. You could see my pussy lips a little bit. Shit, I was turning myself on! I sucked on my two fingers and then grazed them gently over my pussy and clit. “Soon enough baby girl, soon enough.” I said to both myself and my wet, quivering pussy. I was ready to beg for him.

I poured myself a shot of mezcal to ease my nerves and took a hit from my bowl. I closed my eyes once more as I prayed and set my intention: “Thank you Spirit for this experience with this man tonight. May you use me as a channel to manifest the most erotic, passionate, fiery, explosive experience. May you lead me to serve love, with all of my heart, to him. May I take him to meet God tonight and show him what it’s like to feel infinite ecstasy with me, for I am safe to be my fullest and most authentic sexual and sensual self. & So it is.”

Before I could open my eyes, I hear a knock at the door! Oh fuck! He’s here! As I walk over to get the door, I noticed my nerves have turned into intense feelings of arousal… I was ready!…

To be continued in Part 2!

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"Mora Quora"

[Quorra x Not you Reader]

Contains: bbw. Gluttony. Eating

Quorra eases herself back onto your lap, the whole couch sounding like your fucking bones felt.

"...where'd you go?" Quorra frowned, brushing her black hair out of her face so she didn't get pizza sauce on it. Leaning forward, her back pulled away, leaving you imprinted in the couch like a chocolate in a tray, but now able to breath, you gasp as she folds a slice the size of her dinner plate in half like a taco and shoves it into her chubby cheeks.

The ISO had grown massive and soft since leaving the grid, and seemed to only get dumber by the day, frequently sitting on you, or knocking you over when she bent down to pick things up. Or braining you with her big belly when you were sitting or kneeling.

Quora wore a shiny black mumu, and soft (black) bunny slippers everywhere she went down. Her thong was a joke, lengths of silk string that popped anytime she walked too fast. Her breasts like fat baby seals resting atop a beanbag sized gut, cut into a cellulite and stretch mark riddled double belly, that turned into rolls when she leaned over to eat.

Her ass was driving yiur legs hard into the couch and you couldn't help let out a gasp of pain.

"Oh THERE you are. Fuckin sat on you again, huh?" She beamed at you, her black hair was immaculate, and even with the rounder face you couldn't help but melt at that innocent smile. Quora wasn't born in the human world, bus she sure fucking loved to eat in it.

She tipped the pizza box drinking the grease, it ran down her chin and she had to dab at her big soft tits. "Ugh they didn't send napkins again."

Quora had completely forgotten you were pinned under her 3 foot wide ass, slowly losing feeling in your legs that you suspected, might never actually come back again.

"Ugh, I gotta find something to..." she spotted one of your work shirts, and piked it up, matting it into her cleavage and leaving greasy, dark, titty heart shape after titty heart shape on your shirt in pizza grease.

"Oh my God breadsticks are amazing. We never had them on the grid i swear they make me fucking so horny, I SWEAR." She dunked three into a cup of marinara...well.

Okay.

It was a jar of Ragu spaghetti sauce. Quora ordered a lot of bread sticks. It was just more efficient this way.

Dunking three at a time she chewed down stuffing her face.

It was INSANE the 200 pounds she'd piled on in just the three weeks since her breakup with that billionaires kid.

"Oh, shit. Your legs are turning purple hang on..."Quora stood, and your lap rose with her stuck in her butt a little. She peeled you out of the sofa, and out of her ass, and plopped you onto the couch beside her, before sitting down.

When her ass spread out, it nearly shoved you off the couch.

"Quora honey, don't you think you've had enough?"

Quora rolled a pizza like a burrito, and shoved half of it in her mouth. Damn, she really wasn't human. "Mmm, nmmm." She shook her head, rolling her eyes and dragging thick gooey cheese off the slippery saucy surface, poking a breadstick in, like she was chasing a burger with a fry, and before she could even close her lips: Quora took a thick gulp of soda....from a floral vase she called a "cup".

The bulge was softball sized as she swallowed it all down. Before putting her head back and inhaling the pizza like a weird freaky snake!

"To answer your question, uh, no? If I had enough, I wouldn't still be hungry. Or at least...still eating." Quora said confidently.

Wait. Was she saying she wasn't even HUNGRY anymore?

"I dont really get hungry. I just like to eat." Then your date proceeded to pull a fucking taco bell bag out of her purse and the thud of the burritos inside hitting the table made your eyes pop.

"Hey, you wouldn't mind feeding me would you? Sometimes my arms get tired."

You stare at her, your mouth fell open. And after a minute you stared: your new date, had gone up three dress sizes in the four days you'd been dating. You stared at the empty packages of oreos and nilla wafers you'd bought literally that night for Netflix and chill. You stared at the pizza you ordered, gone. The four pizzas she'd brought, also gone. The five containers of breadsticks she was eating like French fries. The huge jar of sauce. Her perfect makeup and gorgeous cut black bob of hair, ruined by red mush in the corners of her lips. Her food partly visible because she couldn't close those perfect peach lips. The bag of very FAT sounding burritos she'd just pulled out of nowhere and the...and the...

DING.

The fucking popcorn was done.

"No!" You wailed. "No, you...you come into my house, you wolf down our dinner while I'm in the bathroom. Your fat ass is crushing the couch!" Quora wasn't even blinking just staring at you continuing to stuff her face. "Babe, you're getting fat! Like you were kinda thicc when I met you and that was hot. But you're fucking huge! It's been four days, and you've blimped up! Look at you! You're not even hungry! I'm not gonna help FEED you! You lazy, spoiled, fat brat! I don't know what kind of messed up trauma happened that maybe...you gotta stuff your feelings away but Its wierd! Its weird to ask me to-"

"I'll suck your dick."

You stopped. Mouth wide open. Your crotch betrayed you immediately at this offer to be in those soft, plump lips.

"Or you know...whatever you have down there. I'm not picky." She was casually just eating a burrito, Quora's cheek the size of a golf ball as she spoke while chewing.

"I dont eat because I'm hungry. I eat because it makes me horny. Getting fatter makes me horny. You want to fuck, right? I'm gonna stuff myself until I can't lift my arms because they're falling asleep. Then you're going to stuff me even further. Until we rip my dress. Then you're going to rub my belly until I fall asleep. Then I'm going to eat you up, and when you cum, I'm ordering IHOP for breakfast. And then you're going to feed me that."

You were still, open mouthed and flabbergasted.

She paused, staring at you out of the corner of her eye. She grabbed your hand, and forced it against the round, warm, smooth, soft surface of her belly. You felt it vibrate as it rumbled and churned. Then she took. Huge bite out of another burrito.

[helaelaemond]

oh my goodness this was so healing to read

The way she was so excited to come to the capital and meet new people, how she's probably not used to the idea that her body is somrthing to ridicule as she's come from a unique place of the Iron Islands and how she was quickly forced to learn how she is seen. 'A swine wrapped in silk' feels like such a real insult, like something someone would say. I love the choice of animal though, harking back to the Pink Dread :'(

"Have I been found?"

AEMOND YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW TO WHAT EXTENT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE FOUND AHHHHHHHH and i loooooooooove her nervous laughter!!!!!!! Yessss she's not one to shy away, but she's still unsettled!!! And Aemond immediately trusting her like they have this instant connection where he believes what she says and he is the first to close distance between them!!!! Right away!!!!

bevy of bitches

OBSESEED WITH THIS PHRASING!!!!!!

there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar.

the intimacy of this is just so beautiful, and then leading onto:

You could not help but cherish this time shared, your wit striving to hear his laughter which would weave into your heart, this intimacy writing itself in the marrow of your bones. You already knew you would revisit these memories when you grew old and gray, all too aware that the prince would still be expected to take a wife by the end of the week. 

like, the role so many plus size women resign themselves to is the fat, funny friend and this internal thought process is so relatable and heart-wrenching here. She thinks all she can offer is the chance to make him smile without hoping for anything in return but the memory of them.

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,”

This is such a horrible (in the best way) comment to include too - reminds me of how fat women are told they have 'child bearing hips' or their size is described as 'motherly', 'you look like you give the best hugs' type thing. Devastating in the most realistic way! You've really handled the fatphobia that feels so real welll, and in the most tender and strangely comforting way. Especially given that it's immediately followed up with:

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

“There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.” 

SHE ATE WITH THAT I FEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she said women support women (krakens support dragons)

The words still haunting her and driving her outside is so good too, like Aemond's one brief moment of chivalry isn't enough to overcome a week of ostracising and criticising.

Her absolute disbelief of his choice in her is so angsty my chest hurtssssssss it hurtssssss

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?”

HE KNOWS!!!!! HE UNDERSTANDS HER ALREADY!!!!!! HE UNDERSTANDS THAT THE COMMENTS HAVE MADE HER VIOLATED, UGLY, UNWORHTY AND UNATTRACTIVE, HE KNOWS AND HE'S SAYING THE RIGHT THINGS!!!!! MY HEART MY HEART!!!!!!

"If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks

HES NERVOUS TOO HES SO NERVOUS HE WANTS HER AND HE PRETENDS HES NOT NERVOUS SO THAT SHE FEELS SAFE TO BE VULNERABLE BUT HES SO NERVOUS HES BLUSHINGGGGGGG HE LOVES HER AHHHHHHHH AEMOND HAS A CRUSH ON HERRRRRRRRR AHHHH

Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss. 

my heart and pussy are aflutter GOD

He was already bare from the waist up, his doublet and tunic removed and draped over one of the chairs, his hands pausing at the laces of his trousers when his gaze met with yours. He pursed his lips a moment, his neck bobbing. “Would you…like me to help you undress?” 

AHHHHH HES GOT HIS TITTIES OUTTTTT HAIR LOOSE TITTIES OUT DICK HARD, HEART RACING!!!!!!!! he loves her he wants her so bad im melting im melting he loves his fat wife his beautifully thick wife AAAAHHHHHH he wants to fuck her so bad ahhhhhhhhh his dick is hard and she hasnt even taken off her clothes yet JUST THE IDEA OF HER MAKES HIS PRETTY DICK SOOOOO HARD AHHHHH

Aemond smiling into their first deep kiss oh my god oh my god oh my god hes so fucjing happy and in love with his soft wife his soft in body and formidable in spirit wife ahhhhhhhhhhhh

His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown.

THE PRAISE AS HES EATING HER OUT AND FINGERING HERRRRRRRR CALLING HER TASTE SWEET FUCK FUCK FUCK MAKING HER COME BEFORE EVEN PENETRATING HER MAKING HER FEEL SO GOOD TUCKING HIS FACE INTO HER PRETTY AND THICK NECK WHILE HE FUCKS HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COMING SO HARD IT MAKES MER EYES WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNTIL SHE SEES STARS ABOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im in fucking tears. this is so so so so so so beautiful and so fucking healing to read, this is phenominal and tender and a perfect way to handle the topic of ostracised bodies. I love you and I love this, wow just wow!!!!!!!!!!!

Hae iksā

Summary: Aemond has been tasked to find himself a wife. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: AFAB Reader, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, p in v, overstimulation, loss of virginity implied, fat phobic comments are made and a Lannister acts like a cunt. Author's Note: Hey everyone! This story is based on this request:

And I took inspiration from the prompt from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff 💜 Thank you so much to my beloved beta reader @annikin-im-panicin for your insight, for your help, Ilysm 💜 Valyrian translations: Hae iksā is as you are, Sȳz riña is good girl 😈 Dividers by @saradika 💜

You never expected to catch the eye of Prince Aemond Targaryen, much less be wrapped in his arms as you both glided across the polished dance floor. It was a moment that came from the fairy tales with how he swept you away with his graceful lead. 

It felt surreal to think how this was the very same prince whose notoriety began with the first bloodshed that inevitably threw the realm into civil war, and how it solidified when he brought it all to an end with his victory in what was now known as the Battle Above Gods Eye. He continued his regency until his brother, King Aegon II, had healed enough to ascend the Iron Throne once again. 

The king decreed that the title Protector of the Realm remain seeded to Aemond, a new namesake that shadowed the last whispers of kinslayer. With his heroism now renowned, and ballads created to commemorate his bravery, it was the king who suggested that Aemond continue his bloodline. 

There was the announcement of a grandiose festivity which began to breathe life back into Westeros’ economy, with ravens sent to every noble house, extending an invitation to every eligible noble lady. 

This was how you came to King’s Landing. 

It was the possibility of any bloodline to knit within the Targaryen dynasty that your father could not deny, and you were soon boarded onto a ship to Lannisport, taking a carriage with your septa to follow the Goldroad to the capital, your House flag and its embroidered kraken whipping in the air. 

With your travels, your septa reiterated your purpose, an almost daily affirmation repeated, but your mind was also aware of all the ladies that would be in attendance and the probability of a moment alone with the prince was… well, not something that you would hold your breath for.  

In truth, you were actually excited to visit the capital, the opportunity to meet and befriend the other noble ladies, though this optimism soon soured after your arrival. Road wearied, you were ushered by your septa and handmaidens assigned, washed and dressed in one of the many gowns stitched for this occasion: a bodice tightened to flatten your soft stomach and your chest pressed up for display. Though your whines were ignored as the corset strings were pulled, you felt rejuvenated, albeit breathless, when you were finally escorted to meet with the bevy of nobility from every kingdom, dressed in their finery and their murmured pleasantries. 

At first you were aglow with the socializing prospect, though your excitement withered when you realized the quiet that washed over, the cruel curl of their lips as their eyes narrowed, their brows raised in mockery. Any attempt you made at conversing was met with an echo of patronizing response, but it was the hurtful comment of the Lady Lannister who boldly spoke, “I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance,” that made you excuse yourself, slipping away to wander the corridors until you found an ornate oak doors propped open, leading into the athenaeum. 

Here you found your salvation amongst the rows of shelving, your unshed tears drying while your fingertips brushed over the leatherbound spines. 

“Have I been found?”

It was as if your soul ripped away from your body, flooded with the burning realization that you were not alone. 

Prince Aemond Targaryen was tucked away in a window seat, a book resting on his lap. Though his expression remained severe, his tone did not indicate if truly was annoyed with your presence. Instead, he watched you, his lavender eye flitting with curiosity, perhaps, while his sapphire stone reflected in the sunlight that poured through the bay window. 

“Forgive me, I had only wished for a moment alone before I was paraded as a prize to be won…” 

This made you laugh, your hand quick to clamp over your mouth to muffle the sound, and you would have sworn you saw the flicker of amusement wash over his sharp features. “My apologies, your grace, I had not meant to impose,” and you blushed from his steady gaze. “I also am hoping for some solace with a good book, though I find myself on which to choose with this selection at hand…” 

What you had not expected was Aemond pushing to stand up, towering over your steps as he took it upon himself to walk you up and down the shelving, taking the time to point out his personal favorites and listening when you spotted your own. When you finally settled on Iron and Rubies, you noticed his brow knit with his question. “Warrior women?” 

“I must learn if I am expected to survive this–” and you paused on the word choice, bevy of bitches, held back by your good propriety, caged behind your teeth, and instead you chose to say, “–these festivities being held in your honor.”

The prince was watching you carefully as if he did not believe your words, but he did not press and instead offered a smile. It was warm, it was genuine, and you tucked this moment away in the pages of the book in your hands. 

But moments like these would repeat itself through the sennight, with your days finding its repetition: it began with a parade of skirts that flounced to capture the attention of Prince Aemond, with their indifference towards you allowing you to slip away and return to the library. 

Every day you found him awaiting you, a question poised on his lips about your opinions on the book you were reading, or sharing his complaints of the tasteless tactics shown by the ladies in attendance. You saw the loneliness that haunted the severity of his expression held, like a mask worn to keep everyone at bay; there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar. 

You could not help but cherish this time shared, your wit striving to hear his laughter which would weave into your heart, this intimacy writing itself in the marrow of your bones. You already knew you would revisit these memories when you grew old and gray, all too aware that the prince would still be expected to take a wife by the end of the week. 

It soon came to the final night and his grace, King Aegon, had called for two sets of minstrels to be rotated for a continuous play of jovial melodies that the guests could dance too. The night swelled with the clash of instruments resonating  through the arched ceiling, of laughter and the clinking of crockery as every mouth partook in the feast that took a month to prepare. 

When you arrived, you were nearly ambushed by the very same Lady Lannister, pulling at your arm, almost pinching at the flesh shown past your quarter sleeve as she pulled you aside. “I am aware of your dalliance with the prince, Lady Greyjoy,” she began with a tone that struck cold against the length of your spine. “I am aware of your…friendship with Prince Aemond and feel compelled to impart some advice.” 

Your back was to the celebration, the sounds of the lords invited trying to capture the attention of the ladies who were searching for the silver haired prince muffled in this moment. Your eyes narrowed onto her. “What advice would that be?” 

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,” her painted lips continued with a sneer. “A comely lord, of course, for your status sake…” 

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

You had barely processed her insult when his distinct timbre cut through as sharp as the blade of Dark Sister which hung at his side. You saw how the Lannister girl pale before she turned towards the prince, falling into a curtsy so deep, that her knees nearly touched the marble floor. 

“Your grace,” her spiteful tongue now stammered her words, “I was unaware that you had arrived–” 

“Or perhaps I should have her fed to Vhagar so she can no longer offend my sight?” He interrupted, his gaze settled on you alone, watching for your response. 

There was a sense of exhilaration that trilled your spine with this momentary power he presented so flippantly in this moment. You could not stop your smile. “There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.” 

He then reached for your hand, his large palm enveloping yours to tuck into the crook of his arm and leading you out to the dance floor. Here, he showed that the grace he held with a blade translated seamlessly with the waltz, and your head swam with the close proximity to him, of the woodsy amber musk that held onto his doublet. 

You then burned with the realization that every set of eyes were trained to watch, to gawk at how tenderly he held you in his arms. 

I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance.

When it ended, you curtsied, quick to escape out to an enclave, to be met by the night and fresh sea air that rolled from the Blackwater Bay, the crash of waves muting the party you left behind. Your hand pressed to your chest, your heart beating against your bones, and you focused on slow, deep breaths. 

“Are you all right?” 

Your blood began to rise to the surface as you spun on your heel to face the prince. He was dressed in black, sleek and tailored to his leane frame with his house sigil embroidered onto his chest and a cape draped across his broad shoulders with a forest green underlay that peeked with the breeze. He was poised, his arms knitted behind and rested on his lower back, his silver hair glowing in the silver moonlight. 

You looked back over the bannister, your grip tightening on the stone. “Please, your grace, you have done more than enough for me this night–” 

“Aemond,” his low tone halted your words and you looked back to see his large hand pressed to his chest. “Please, my lady, with how well we have gotten to know one another, I would wish that you would call me by my name.” 

You could not help your incredulous noise to his request. “Forgive me, Aemond,” and the emphasis added on his name caused his lips to curl upwards, “but I am confused as to what game you are playing. We are both aware of what is expected of you–” 

“That I am to find a wife,” he again interrupted. 

Your lips pressed into a line, barring the frustration that threatened to spill, exasperated by his amusement that seemed to replace his usual stoicism. “Aemond,” your voice was strained, “I have truly enjoyed our time together, but now I must implore that you find your formidable wife as is expected, as I am certain she must exist,” and your hand waved flippantly back towards the entryway that led into the hall, into the sea of skirts swarming, “somewhere within the Keep.” 

“I have already, Lady Greyjoy.” 

You did not dare meet with his gaze, your eyes dropping to watch his leather boots take slow steps to where you were rooted on the terrace. It was something inevitable, something that you knew would happen, but still his words began to burn into your chest. “Oh. Then may I be the first to offer my congratulations.” 

His amusement was still apparent in his tone. “For myself or for you?”

You blinked. “Aemond, you could not possibly pick…” and you faded away, still mulling over his words. 

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?” Aemond pressed closer, his arm reaching, and you allowed him to take your hand, watching his slender fingers curl to hold, his thumb running along your knuckles.  “I would not pick and choose parts of you that I love, and just ignore the rest. I find that you, as a whole, are exactly what I have been hoping for,” and a sly smile played on his lips, “in a formidable wife.” 

It tore the air from your lungs, but his warmth kept you grounded in this moment. “Love,” was all you could manage. It was not a question, but you were unbelieving still. 

He leaned forward, the silk spill of his hair, his gaze locked onto you. “Yes,” his finger touched the underside of your chin, holding your attention. “I believe it began from the moment we met in the library, but it has become a certainty as we continued to cross paths. If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks, “I wish to announce that you would become my wife.” 

“Me?” You felt numb from his confession, from the nip of the cold air. 

He hummed again, stepping ever closer. “Yes. I love you,” and you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning your cheeks, “just as you are.”

With the announcement of your betrothal, the Red Keep was emptied of the excess nobles to begin preparations. Your fingers felt numb when you wrote the letter to your father: Prince Aemond Targaryen has chosen me to be his wife. The freedom you once shared in the library was now monitored under a spyglass; Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss. 

His subtle gestures were for you alone and it left you wanting more.

The ceremony was intimate with only his family and your septa present. You felt dazed from the attention shown that day, scrubbed raw and hair prepared, the corset tightened around your silk chemise before your heavy gown was placed over. Your ears burned as your septa tried to prepare what wifely duties would be expected, a trepidation curling at the base of your spine.

The vows were exchanged with a chaste kiss, and soon your fingers were tucking into the crook of his arm, his large palm covering your own as he escorted you towards the marital chambers, a party in tow. It was then you saw the dragon that thrummed beneath when his voice commanded the room to empty, finally leaving you alone with your husband. 

There was a moment and he stepped further into the now empty room, while a bashfulness crept into your bones, your hands trembling to remove the cloak as your eyes fell towards the bed made. You were now painfully aware of the intimacy that would be required and your eyes dared to look over to Aemond. 

He was already bare from the waist up, his doublet and tunic removed and draped over one of the chairs, his hands pausing at the laces of his trousers when his gaze met with yours. He pursed his lips a moment, his neck bobbing. “Would you…like me to help you undress?” 

You were choked on your breath with the sight of Aemond, as he seemed to be carved from marble, lean and lithe and marred by silver scars of the battles won, decorating across his chest. He was waiting, the gleam of the candlelight on the sapphire placed in his scarred socket, and when you gave a shy nod you saw the shimmer of his hair that spilled over his shoulders with his slow steps to close the space between you. 

Your eyes fell to the lines that cut into his hips, dipping below the waistband of his trousers that rested on his slender waist; your eyes widened at the laces already loosened, at his bulge that strained against the crotch.  

Aemond was now close enough to touch, his hands warm as always, returning your attention to his bicolored gaze. You were burning with his heady gaze, from the fire you knew to be knitted with the ichor of his veins. He leaned forward until his brow touched with your own, your breathing a sweet exchange with the scent of the Dornish wine served. 

“I would not wish to hurt you,” his hum punctuating his pause, his vow to you, “I will go with whatever pace that you set.”

And so you kissed him. 

Aemond hummed again, his lips soft and sweet and so very warm against yours. It was not chaste like in the chapel and you dared to deepen the kiss, feeling his grin against your mouth and his clever tongue curling to taste.

You gasped softly and his arms wrapped to pull you flushed to his chest, enveloping you in his warmth, in his woodsy musk of sandalwood and ash. A heat began to pool at your lower back, slowly permeating throughout, sending your heart aflutter. When he pulled away, you could not control the small noise you made and it was met with an almost roguish grin, his hand taking yours to lead you to the bed. 

Aemond turned to face you and you nearly choked on your nerves as his fingers began to gently unfasten the latches and laces confining you within your gown, pulling away the layers until all that remained was your chemise and the smallclothes worn under. Your arms folded across your chest to shield, to shy away, but he was quick to wrap his large hand around your wrist, pulling lightly until your arms dropped back to your sides.

It was then that you noticed the black that eclipsed the lavender of his eye. 

“Gevie,” he breathed, closing the space once more to capture your mouth. His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown. His hands roamed to peel away the remaining layers, a red stain to his sharp features and his lips kiss-swollen and parted as he looked over your nakedness. 

 “Gevie,” he repeated, pulling you to lay back onto the bed. 

You sunk into the pillows and he climbed on top, now bare himself, his tongue relentless to lave every curve, every roll of your skin showing until the heat prickling began to consume you, his love bites flushing their dark plumes against your skin. You writhed beneath him, breathless and flushed, before he finally settled between your thighs, his fingers dimpling with his hold. 

His exhale tickled the warmth that pooled between, and then Aemond pressed forward to place an intimate kiss to the bloom above your entrance. Your lips parted with a wordless cry as his tongue began to taste, his low groan reverberating your bones beneath. 

“Just as sweet as I imagined,” he murmured between your folds and you were burning with how his clever tongue now pulled you towards an unknown edge. 

You gasped, louder than before, with the gentle prod of his fingers that were slick with his spit, curling with purpose within your velvet walls. You nearly cried out as sparks of white danced in front of your eyes, the heat that had been pooling now coursing throughout and returning to tighten in your lower abdomen. 

Aemond continued his ministrations, his tone growing husky with his encouragement, “Yes, my sweet wife, just like that,” as your pleasure began to spill, pulsing around his fingers that continued to coax you through your completion. 

It was otherworldly and you only felt grounded with the welcomed heat that permeated from Aemond, feeling him shift to slot his slender waist between your thighs. You cant your hips to cradle him in your hips and Aemond lowered to press his length against your silken folds with a delicious pressure that had you shudder. 

He swallowed your soft whimper with a sweet kiss, his hands roaming to hold you close for the slow rut of his hips against you. You felt raw from your prior release, and the mixture of pleasure and pain was now amplified when his head dipped lower, his kisses tickling and tasting the sheen of sweet across your chest and neck. 

“Aemond,” you gasped and he hummed again, his perpetual smirk playing across his lips that captured your own again. 

His mouth trailed your cheek, pressing to the soft divot below your jaw, and the rekindled heat began to lick at your spine, spreading in response. “Are you all right,” he murmured against your skin and you could only nod an eager yes, your words gone along with the trepidation from before, wiped away with his mouth and his tongue. 

This earnestness seemed to please him and his low timbre praised you. “Sȳz riña,” and you burned with embarrassment for being unfamiliar to the foreign tongue he spoke so sweetly to you. 

His arm then moved between and you felt a blunt pressure at your entrance. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades, beckoning him forward, and he followed with his gentle thrusts, pushing slowly past the slight resistance and sinking into your wet warmth. 

You sighed when he fully sheathed, a pleasant stretch to accommodate his girth, and only when he saw your contentment did Aemond relax, melting against your softness. His head tucked into the curve of your neck, his low groan chorused your sweet sounds to this new sensation. 

Aemond then stilled, waiting until your hands moved to cup his jaw, your thumb careful to trace, and you whispered words, “I am fine.” You assured him, you begged him for more, and he responded with a slow rut against you. 

Your pleasure began to build with his pace, a passion that was rooted even deeper, and your thighs lifted to tighten around his waist, your soft cries encouraging him to quicken. Aemond snapped his hips against yours, and your pleasure began to expand, returning with the flutter of your walls as he continued, hitting a spot within that has your swearing that the stars now shone bright above the marital bed. 

It consumed you both, with your tears pearling in the corners of your eyes and Aemond following after, his thrusts sloppy as he spilled inside of you. 

You both stretched onto the mattress, flushed and spent, a comfortable silence punctuated with the crackle of candles that had been lit in the bedchamber. After he caught his breath did Aemond move to grab you, pulling you against his chest, his fingers trailing over to follow the length of your spine and back, his sweet murmured concern for your wellbeing. 

You felt flustered from his attention, promising him that you felt fine, that it was nothing more than a delicious, dull ache between your thighs.

His large hand then cupped the side of your face, his chin tilting forward to press a kiss to your hairline. “Gevie,” Aemond hummed, a low rumble in his chest. 

You could not help but ask him. “What is that word?”

His thumb stroked your cheek with his translation, “Beautiful.” It was stated as if it was the most obvious thing, your chest swelling with an emotion, bursting at the seams as he kissed your lips again. 

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My mom texted me about having a bad day, and I know it's one of her spiraling periods, where she thinks back on all the negativity she's ever experienced and dwells on it. She says she's never been genuinely loved and wanted, and everyone in her life has had hidden intentions and lied and betrayed her. Well, I've been a witness to some of that and I think she has a right to feel that way, but I also feel like sometimes she tries to transfer her anxiety surrounding other people to me in order to prevent me from experiencing the same betrayal she has. Which, ultimately, I would say comes from good intentions, but isn't very helpful because all she does is give me anxiety and paranoia, and stress me out for both of us. Historically, she's had this tendency to guard herself and keep her distance from people (that includes friends) and I understand that, I used to do it too, but I don't want to live like that anymore. I don't have that fear of people anymore and I want to keep my heart open.

She also told me she's been noticing my stepdad and a woman who works at the store next to their house have been looking at each other for a while. She said one time he said her name in bed, which... I don't know how necessary it was for me to know. Maybe I have a weird idea of what's appropriate and what isn't in a mother-daughter relationship, it's not like there's a guide or anything, though I wish there was. And she pointed it out, and my stepdad switched up and said it's his daughter's name. Which. Idk, again, my mind is kinda blown by the implication that the explanation somehow makes it any better? Mom didn't imply that, but just the idea... I don't know. I don't really want to dwell on this. And when she brought up her worries to my stepdad he blew up and blamed her for being paranoid and jealous like his ex wife. So basically she thinks she can't bring it up anymore because she'd just get gaslighted. And he also said something like "Did you notice the titties on that woman?" TO HER? I guess these things would plant a lot of insanity in my head too, but I don't know why she thinks she has to put up with it. Even in the stories that she told me about my dad, when he was first cheating on her and abusing her, I couldn't really understand why she stayed for that long, why she allowed everything to pile up before she divorced him. I'm not blaming her, but I'm just wondering. I wouldn't want her to stay in a place and situation that's making her miserable, she has no little children to worry about, she has a place to go back to if needed, family to fall back on for support. On the other hand, I can see why she wouldn't want to move back home with my grandma. It's a bit of a desperate situation for her to be in. I wish my support and reassurance could be enough, but I can only muster up so much encouragement from my very limited experience, in times like this I wish she had a close friend to talk it out with. I often find myself wishing for a friend for my mom, someone she can just talk to who would know how to listen and what to say.

She tells me to walk away whenever I feel disrespected, or used, or lied to, or taken advantage of, or taken for granted, and I do already, I do try to eliminate any negativity and disrespect from my life. But she doesn't need to project her past onto me. She's always so doubtful and negative towards my relationship, always tells me she doesn't trust men anymore and that I should find myself "a real man to love me". Which is such a weird thing to say to your daughter who's been in a relationship for over 3 years, instead of celebrating and being happy for her. I mean she's never cared about my relationship or my boyfriend, and the only times she ever asks about him is to ask if we're still together. It's why I know for sure I can't trust her to support me in my relationship, and when my bf and I had issues I couldn't open up to her or confess about anything, I had no one to seek any support from, I just suffered in silence through all of it. And because of this behavior of hers I don't want to introduce my bf to my family (much less HIS family to mine), and it makes me feel bad for him. It's also particularly cruel because she's been through something similar with my father and, well, you'd think or expect there was a lesson to be learned in all of that.

Today felt off for me too, I felt weirdly irritated and then I got sleepy and I took a nap. Then when I woke up I felt an emotional wave hit me and I felt like crying at everything I saw. Then my mom texted me too, and another avalanche came. And the thought that I have to go back to work tomorrow is making me go unspeakably insane.

[s0dium]

HELLO!! :D Can I request a Bully Sukuna x Bratty reader? Like every chance he gets to encounter Reader, he can't help but slut shame her cuz he thinks her body is absolutely perfect. So like one day when you're just trying to eat ur lunch, he annoys the FUCK outta y/n then y/n loses her temper and slams her food into his face (which he doesnt like) THEN WHEN THEYRE ALONE IN A CLASSROOM SUKUNA PUTS HER IN HER PLACE AND LIKE SHE DOESNT TRY AND RESIST BECUZ SHE WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN TOO

Hatred

Bully!Sukuna x Reader

A/n: I really enjoyed writing abt this because im a bit on the curvy side myself (big tittle supremacy) so I was blushing the whole time >///< But I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Virgin!Reader, body shaming, reader has big boobs, body praise, bullying dub-con, groping, fingering, titty sucking, rough fucking, cervix fucking, slapping, breeding kink, cum kink, orgasm denial, dumbification

Word count: 2.5k

Synopsis: In which you had enough of sukunas shit so you finally retaliate, and Sukuna does not like that.

Check out pt.2! ✽ If it isn't rough it isn't fun (Bully!Sukuna x Reader)

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You hated Sukuna.

You hated how he’d call you a whore infront of all your classmates even though you haven't even lost your virginity yet. How he'd ‘accidentally’ trip you in the hall way or spill his drink all over you. How he’d only refer to you as “stupid slut” and make all of his lackys call you that too. How he’d steal your book bag when you left to go to the bathroom and you'd find it floating in a fountain near by later. 

But most of all you hated how he made you feel.

You must be a masochist or something because even through Sukuna’s relentless torment, you just cant help but slips a finger under the hem of your panties to the thought of him popping your cherry. You cant help the way your heart beats faster when he purposely bumps into you, thinking about how you could smell his musky pine scent with how close he was.  

And it makes you furious. 

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It all come to a crescendo one day in the cafeteria where your in line for lunch, metal tray in hand, humming to some random tune in your head. As you sit down to eat, a shudder racks your body when you feel someones hot breath dance along your neck.

“Well if it isn't everyones favorite slut.” 

You dont even bother to turn your head to know who that deep voice belongs too, simply clenching your teeth and continuing to look down at your food. A maniacal grin spreads across sukunas face as he takes a seat next to you.

“Oh so we’re a mute now? What happened to ‘go away’ or ‘leave me aloneeee’” He mocks in an annoying high pitched whiney imitation of your voice. 

Your face is hot, so hot its making you dizzy. You dont respond, instead choosing to focus on the loud chatter of your classmates around you to no avail. 

“Aw come on I at least liked it when you put up a fight angel.”

Your breath hitches at the pet name and you grab your spoon to scoop a bite of chocolate cake on your tray, hoping, no, praying it would distract you from how impossibly close Sukuna was. 

“Oh you dont need to eat that, what are you trying to do, gain weight? I mean I guess all your fat goes to your ass anyway...”  Sukuna chuckles and you dont even register the large hand that slipped under your skirt until you feel it  squeeze your plush skin. 

That was when the line was crossed. That was when embarrassment turned into pure unadulterated rage. 

Anger clouds your vision, and you dont even fully become aware of what your doing or why your standing up until your grabbing the metal food tray and smashing it on sukunas head with all your might, the sound of metal against bone echoing through the room, bringing all voices to a complete silent. The first thing that comes to mind is to yell, to scream “why can’t you leave me alone,why humiliate me? Why did you give me these feelings?!!” But instead, all that comes out is a loud “FUCK YOU SUKUNA!”

There is a moment of thick silence as you watch food and a trickle of blood slide down sukunas pink hair, and onto the bridge of his nose, where your e/c eyes met his sharp vermillion red ones. Fear racks your body as your take in Sukunas face; how his tattooed skin is crinkled in a seething sneer and his eyes seem to gleam ‘murder’. You quickly pull your self together, mumbling a silent sorry as you bow in apology before grabbing your bag and running off; the sound of your school uniform loafers clacking against the floor echoing through the room. 

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You spent the whole day avoiding Sukuna, arriving to class late so you’d be the only one using the hallway and even hiding in the bathroom on the periods you did share with him. Sukuna never got physically violent with you but you weren't sure if that would remain true any longer, and you defiantly weren't about to risk it. 

Finally the bell rang, signaling the end of school and you watched as the teachers and students poured out of the class, leaving you behind to clean the room. You were on cleaning duty today, and as much as you wanted to scurry home to the safety of your bed, skipping would mean a visit to the principle office, and that was something you couldnt afford. 

As you mindlessly began to sweep, you watched the sunset blossom upon the cloud, casting the room is an orange goldfish hue. Suddenly you hear the loud bang of the door slamming behind you, interrupting your thoughts and almost making you drop your broom.

“Found you bitch.”

You quickly turn around to face Sukuna, holding your broom tight to you as he walked closer toward you. 

“S-stay back s-s-sukuna” Your voice betrays you at how absolutely scared shitless you were, your own timidness making you blush.

“Or what? You’ll hit me with a broom?” Sukuna chuckles. His hair is damp, probably from using the school gym showers, and he was getting closer, caging you in and preventing any chance to escape.

 He's now right against you, your boobs inches away from his chest. Your breathing has become irregular now, and your starting to over heat; hype aware of his breath on your skin or how he just absolutely towered over you.

“You do it on purpose dont you.” Sukuna says lowly, and you have to look away to your side in order to just breath. 

“Look at me when I talk to you bitch.” A large hand comes to grab your face and roughly force you to turn to Sukuna. He keeps you there, but its not like you'd pull away either; your too enraptured in his deep red eyes. 

“I-what?”

“Dont play stupid slut, ive seen the way you bend over in front of me or how you walk around in the school swaying your hips like a fucking whore, you practically asking me to fuck you” Sukuna seethes.

Did you just hear him right? 

Your in disbelief, your virgin mind running circles at this point. Your breath hitches when you realize that one of his hands had dropped underneath your skirt and was now sliding too long fingers in your underwear. 

“Look at you, you're not even resisting, I knew you wanted this. Your even dripping.”

You hated how much he was right, but you couldnt deny the pool of arousal growing at the base of your underwear.Slowly, Sukuna slides one of his long finger inside your wet cunt, your pussy instantly squeezing at the foreign intrusion. You whine when he curls his middle finger to his palm; hitting places you could only dream of hitting yourself. Two trembling hands grab onto Sukunas uniform to keep your self steady as you grind your hips on his hand; despretly trying to get more out of the pleasure.

Blood rushes to your ears when you feel him start to unbutton your white uniform t shirt, opening the clothing up and diving one of his hands into your bra to pull out a breast.

“Fuck your so beautiful.” Sukuna mumbles, just low enough so you can hear and you can feel his hot breath on your skin before he attaches his lips onto your hard nipple. His tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining.

"Ah~ Kuna!"

Your back arches immediately at the stimulation from your breasts and the pleasure of Sukunas finger massaging your g spot; his palm rubbing nicely against your clit. You can faintly hear the sloshing noises down your sex from Sukunas ceaseless fingering.It was warm, everything was warm; your face, your tummy, Sukuna's hands and wet mouth on you. Your legs were trembling and you could barley stand, but just when you where about to fall of the edge, Sukuna pulled away and stoped all ministrations from your body.

Fat hot tears clouded your sight and started to spill down your flushed red face from the pleasure that had been snatched away from you. "No no no no please I-i-i'll be good please dont s-stop." You attempted to grab Sukunas hand and pull it back to you but he quickly swatted it away.

"You think I'll make you cum that easily when you pulled that shit back there?" Sukuna spat, making you sniffle and bite your lip in shame. Your too busy wiping your tears away and sniffling back the snot that threatened to flow down from your nose to notice that Sukuna had started to unbuckle his belt. Your brought back by the sound of metal clanking to the floor and you immediately grow silent as you watch Sukuna lower down his pants and boxers enough for his dick to spring out.

Your imagination didnt do him any justice. Sukunas dick was big, winning in both length and girth. A thick vein decorated the side and the top was adorned with an angry red tip that leaked precum.

Its then the realization hits you like a bomb shell, shattering your haze

Oh shit im gonna lose my virginity. In a classroom.

"Sukuna i-i dont know if this I-i-is a good idea I-" Your trembling voice is cut off with a gasp when Sukuna reaches under your skirt and rips your panties in half; the frilly material landing on the floor.

"Too bad, turns out I dont care." Sukuna voice comes out in a faux empathetic voice, and he is already aligning his mushroom tip with your dripping pussy. Just the pressure against your hole is exhilarating and if it weren't for the two strong hands on either side of your hips keeping you in place you would've squirmed your hips away.

Suddenly Sukuna pushes in with a grunt, and before you can let out a scream one of his hands flys to tightly cover your mouth, muffling your voice.

"S'tight, loosen up a bit would ya?" He chuckles and continues to push in until your flushed against his pelvis. You jump when you feel something press against what feels like a wall inside of you, what surely must be your cervix. The stretch of your gummy walls around his dick knocks the wind out of you, and Sukuna groans at the way your pussy tightens in an attempt to push out the foreign intrusion.

Sukuna's about to pull out to move when he notices a trickle of blood from your pussy drip down his balls, the realization of what it meant making him grin.

"Shit your actually a fucking virgin aren't you."

Your too lost in the pain and slight foreign pleasure to register the question, and he takes the silence as a yes.

"Good."

You let out a scream when he pulls out and thrusts back into you. To be fair a part of sukuna told him to go slow, to be kinder on you since this was your first time. But from the way your hot sticky walls sucked him in, and how you looked at him, how you looked at him like you needed him, made him loose control.

It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls everytime he backed his hips up. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. He uses you like his personal cock sleeve, shapes your insides and bruises your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity. his balls slap against your ass with every thrust and he retracts his hips until the tip pokes out to admire the sheen dripping to his base before fitting himself back into your snug walls.

I-kuna,” you hiccuped, the tears falling freely from your eyes from how overwhelming good you felt. At this point your legs where trembling and you didnt know how much long you could stand up but your thoughts were too clouded to form words

Luckily Sukuna got the message, chuckling at your inability to speak.

"Jump" he commanded, catching both thighs as he slammed you on the opposite wall, your legs wrapping securely around his waist. Its then sukunas eyes caught how good you take him - the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He lets out a delicious moan at how hot you are on the inside. The new position has you keening, his dick now thrusting up harder into you, touching a spot you never felt before.

"Found it didnt I" He breathes through a smile and pummels into you with vigor. And your about to disagree with him, insist that the feeling is too new and foreign to feel good when all of a sudden your body begins to shake and your head starts to feel fuzzy

And suddenly—you feel it. What you've heard about from friends or seen in porn.

Its like all your bodies energy centers are activating at once and your left utterly helpless to the feeling of tingling ecstasy wrapping your brain and stomach.

You dont know how to tell him that something is happening, not when the pleasure is too immense your barley breathing full breaths. But he understands once again the words you tried to desperately to communicate.

"Do it slut. Cum. I'll fill you up, and if it spills ill fuck it back into you."

Your brought back to reality when you feel a pair of lips on yours, enrapturing you in a messy hot kiss. His first taste of you is hungry and messy and desperate — his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.The kiss broke with a sinful sound, a wet pop from between your lips, breaths heavy and chests rising and falling after it. The realization that Sukuna just kissed you was quickly pushed away by the feeling of your stomach twisting into a tight knot until the heat is unbearable. Its consuming you driving you over the edge so fast that you can’t put a stop on it.

"Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Its such a tight fit that a mixture of your cum and his own collects at the base of his cock in a ring.

“Huuh… Feels good…. So warm….” The warmth of his cum fills your stomach, its so addicting that you wish the feeling never goes away. Slowly, Sukuna pulls out of and sets your on the floor. Your a fucked out mess, eyes glazed over from your orgasm and two fingers midnlessly playing with the mixture of sticky hot cum that leaked in pool on the floor.

"Shit, fucked you stupid didnt I."

A/n: Im too lazy to write an ending