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love my right-hand rgg men deranged. a little blood splattered even.
#snap chats#this post is about yoshitaka mine and jo sawashiro do NOT reblg and put anyone else in the tag or im egging your house#one of you rebellious bitches are gonna do that cause i said it now... unless we keep playin uno and we go#'oh but now that you said that i wont touch this post' OK WELL GOOD IM RAMBLING IN HERE !!!!! GET OUT !!!!!#dont get out. stay if you want. its dark down here i have two (2) candles burning this time and i feel like im summoning the devil#yeah i am summoning the devil the motherfucker that lives in my mind#im never getting to the point of this post. btw. im stringing all of you along. im cold. literally and figuratively.#mine never even got to be blood splattered..... hate this franchise..... unless we talkin ishin but ishin was a blood bath it dont count#anyway sorry (<- not) someone reminded me of majima being fake crazy about kandas head in the box#call that a dick in a box GOTTEM. fuck kanda all my homies hate kanda#and yeah...... sat here and started thinking and giggling and kicking my feet đ„°#sorry i mention the eye scene once a month but no other scene compares to it for me. it has everything i could ever want#đłïžâđââ behavior and raw gore and nothings more brutal then personally taking your thumb and sticking it in someones eye#always reminds me of that slipknot song.. Duality... and not the song called Eyeless.... hate this band....#like please its my crack its my meth its my drug of choice#knife scene good too for similar reasons....... but i do like the eye scene just .2% more... sorry... i like how gorier it is...#knife scene still raw as hell tho like UGH sorry love them. i love jo and mine cause they Seem calm for like .2 seconds and then theyre ill#their demeanors are so funny to me tho like mine's like Thoroughly professional near all the time but jo is just Slightly more vulgar#like jo more typically says crass/aggressive things while mine Genuinely most of the time is just đ§ââïž#very funny... love them all the same... <- said he was gonna draw but hasnt drawn shit#I SAW THE FIRST EPISODE OF KYOUEN (jdrama starring nakai) AND NOOO IT LOOKS SO SPICY I WANNA WATCH THE REST#but i made a promise..... so i'll save that binge session for the morn i suppose....#anyway dont look at me im giggling and twirling my hair at the thought of my Real Crazy bitches#i love them <- cant say this enough my heart will literally explode if i try to#stream chat got me thinkin a jo.... oopsie..... i refuse to say anything heinous Respect Your Elders etc etc#ok bye. im normal <- is going to go watch the eye scene again
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Bad Bad Boy
Synopsis. Wait! They donât love brĂ©ed you like an Ăncubus brĂ©eds you.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, Ăncubi! JJK men, aphrodĂsiacs, BRĂEDING (a lot of it), creampĂes, spĂtting, rĂștsm mĂĄtes, true form!Sukuna, dp, spĂtting, cĂșmplay, MANY mentions of having kĂds, proposals (Nanami), overstĂm, bĂting (mĂĄrks), pĂșssydrunk men, slight oraI (fem receiving), scents, making him CRY, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. WHEWWW HERE WE GOOO, have a lovely lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - The THIRSTY
âOh god, maâŠa real feast ya are.â The swelteringly hot tip of Tojiâs tongue drags in syrupy, slow circles around your sloppy hole. Groaning at the salty trickle of his cum from just earlier, the way you were still drooling all around him in want. âMâgonna have sooo much fun breedinâ this cute cunt.â
Delicious. Depraved.Â
And here you were, gasping, entire body wracking with sensitive shudders. It takes you only a second to blearily tangle your fingers down where his dark tresses were coveted firmly between your trembly legs. âT-Toji- Mâso close- hah- think mâgonna-â
âDonât you dare.â
Youâre only able to blink away the big, fat tears welled up behind your eyes when the suddenly-conjured incubus- Toji presses another saturated kiss to your puffy folds. Another. And another. Before just wrenching away with a pained grunt.
âBecauseâŠâ he smirks smugly. His lips glisten with white dripping down his chin, his long, bared canines like he was rabid. And Toji canât help but snicker at your expression when he smacks! your puffed-up clit with his fat head. Still achy. Still hard. â-mâall ready for seconds.â
Your breath hitches when his sharp hips immediately recoil against yours - rough. Rock-hard cock stretching out your melty insides until you swear you could feel the way his hefty girth throbbed inside you in a sinful little thump! thump! thump!Â
âNow now,â Tojiâs leering his head down, greedy tongue licking along his lips. He dips down to run it down your teary cheeks, languidly. âWhy all the whines? Ya shoulda known better summoning me.â
âIt was-â you gasp, nails digging neat arrays of red, red lines when his weepy cock jostles your insides in this mean mating press. Plummeting to expertly clash against your g-spot, branding the little divot on his angry tip onto his favorite spongy bullseye. Youâre sobbing out, â-was an accident!â
âAn accident?â
It was. It really, really was.Â
But oh, you didnât regret it.
Toji only plants a few more determined rams into your messy entrance, and you moan once his heavy, cum-filled balls thwack your already-stinging ass. The skin rubbed raw and almost bruising where Toji was fucking you into your damp mattress.
âMâa fuckinâ incubus, doll. I die if I donât fill up this hngh- p-pretty pussy.â he groans, eyes falling half-lidded at how responsive you were. How sweetly your pheromones smelled. Splatters of cum still drip! drip! dripping down his chin when he catches you in a mean, mean kiss. Salty. Hypnotic. He didnât mind making out with your cunt when heâd just cum in you, in fact, he loved it. â-Nâ you asked me to breed you by accident?â
And you canât do anything else but moan into his mouth, the drippingly wet slurps ringing all across your ears. âYeah thaâs it-â he moans, refusing to let his eyes fall completely shut in order to drink in your fucked stupid look. âTake it- open that bratty mouth.â
He spits. And you drool.Â
From both the thick wad of aphrodisiacal spit streamed down onto your pinkish taste buds, and the way that only makes Toji thicken. Just barely fitting snugly against your plush walls.Â
âBetter not squeeze me sâhard if you donât wanna end up with triplets, woman.â he bites, one hand dipping lazily downwards to pat at the slightly bloated lump on your tummy. Exactly where each grinding stroke was spurting out wispy little strings of cum, making him see stars-
Fuck- Toji knew he was absolutely losing it - moving like a fucking animal.Â
Ramming you further and further up the silken sheets, itâs as if he had a sixth sense - hell, he probably did - easily massaging your sweetest spots with thorough glides of his hefty shaft down your walls.Â
He smoothes one warm palm on your hips, a vice-like hold that drags you down like some ragdoll-
âWhere the fuck do ya think yer runninâ away?â he gruffs, but oh does Tojiâs sinful grin only grow when your jaw falls slack with surprise- shit, were you? âOhhh, already that cockdrunk? Shit- thatâs alright thaâs my duty isnât it?â
âD-duty?â you babble in a cute whine, and his sharpened canines sink down on your glossed up pout.Â
Youâre gifted with a swift smack! of Tojiâs thick digits down on your clit, and it drives him crazy the way thatâs all it takes for your overfilled cunt to ooze out another creamy wave of his seed. Dredge after milky dredge ringed around his cock, matching his grin. âMy duty to make you a p-pretty momma, of fuckinâ course.â
Itâs all you can do to nod, cheeks burning at the mocking way that he was mirroring your motions. âWanâ it- want it so bad, Toji. Give me a- hah-â
ââAâ? No no no-â heâs tutting, now bouncing your body easily with his inhuman strength, every single hit against your g-spot making you keen. âYouâd be lucky if mâonly givinâ ya one, fuck-âÂ
The words are barely heaved out before he cums - again. And again and again, every hurried ribbon of seed knocking up against your womb. It massages your wall so mercilessly, and Toji has two hands bruisingly on your waist now.
Cumming way more than your average human, it leaves you whimpering and wallowing while his seed spills out of you, seeping out the sides of your sopping wet slit into a sticky puddle underneath you two.Â
So potent. So filthy-Â
âYeah- yeahhh fuck there we go- good girl-â he purrs, words slurring together as if he didnât even realize he was saying them. And Tojiâs in such a hazy headspace, splaying out his fingers once more on your stomach when he pulls out. Youâre so drenched now, thick, gooey spurts gushing after his engorged cock. At your disappointed whimper, he smacks! away the hand gingerly making its way down to your neglected clit. âHeh- donâ get too hasty, doll.âÂ
Toji looks you right in your eyes when he takes his sweet time to shuffle down, down, down the velvety sheets, until his hot breath was puffing against your sloppy hole. Mouth watering. âMânot gonna be stingy with the future mama of my kids, of course.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - The drenchedâŠ
âA babyâŠâ You hear Nanamiâs dark chuckle from behind you, hitched and heavy. He sucks in his lower lip between his teeth, one hand sliding soothingly down your arched back. âDidnât think Iâd be summoned for a baby.â
And he sounds so out-of-breath already, fingers fumbling with the knot of that yellow, speckled tie of his. It only feels like mere milliseconds before you feel that familiar silk wrap around your wrists, pinning you down onto the plush velvety bedsheets.Â
âN-Nanami-â
âKen.â
âKen!â youâre mewling out, voice cracking into an-almost sob. You squirm your jittery hips backwards, pushing the curve of your ass against those tufts of blond at Nanamiâs toned pelvis in a way that makes him swallow. Swirling his reddened tip around your insides, every slow swivel makes him gloss your gummy walls in a drippingly hot coat of precum. âI need you to- to hah- put a baby in me so b-badly. Please, fuck-â
If Nanami hadnât known that his precum had the special ability to make your mind all syrupy and needy then heâd have thought you were cockdrunk already.Â
âShhh, no need to beg, my love.â heâs purring, brushing away those frustrated tears. Kissing your lips with sweet peck after peck. But the way he grinned - all dangerous and greedy was anything but. âAfter all- youâre my master, arenât ya?â
And as if to fuck that little complaint out of your cute pout, heâs immediately rocking all those long inches into your dripping cunt in a depraved little grind. Not much - definitely not enough for him but oh, it makes you keen.
âFuck-â you spit when the rounded tip of his fat cock nudges gently at your g-spot, drawing a wet glides. âTh-there- so close- there-â
And oh, youâve barely gotten those words out of your mouth before heâs crashing back into that little target again. And again - each and every time Nanamiâs thickened cock leaves you speechless. Hitting that same spot, every bruising kiss against it has your plushy walls crashing down to suck him up dearly.Â
Difficult, almost, with how almost-inhumanly massive he was. Prying open your insides with each clamoring ram, his weepy crown surges into you maddeningly.
âThere, right?â heâs humming, swashing around the trickle of his precum with each thrust. Nanami leaves sticky, spit-slicked kisses down the column of your neck, leveraging you even deeper onto his rock-hard dick with a harsh tug on that restraint around your wrists. âCome on now, there-â Followed by a repeated, rough pulse against your g-spot, â-sâwhere youâll make the prettiest noises fâme.â And he takes a few sloppy seconds to listen to the melodic squelch! squelch! squelch! of your sopping wet cunt, the tiniest mewls of his name. âAnd there-â
It almost gives you whiplash when he lets go of the tie to have you sinking into the soft mattress, pounding you into it even deeper and deeper- Splaying out a hand underneath you to press right at your womb.
Nanamiâs entire bodyweight is pressing over you, but heâs careful not to crush his pretty girl- well, master, for now. Whispering so lowly into your ear, â-there is where youâll make the prettiest babies fâme.â
âOh- please.â your eyes roll to the back of your head, even more so when that curious little hand poking over at the nudge on your tummy dips down to your clit. âWanâ that so badly- wanâ you tâmake me pregnant- hngh- wanna be your pregnant lilâ-â
âWife.â heâs just drawling out his words at this point, steaming hot body pressed up so close against yours from behind that there wasnât even a hairâs breadth between. âGonna hafta w-wife you up- ngh- make you my pretty mate after this, yâknow?â
Oh, that sounded so good right about now.Â
Those filthy promises muttered darkly into your ear, just barely audible over the relentless thwack! thwack! thwack! of Nanamiâs hefty, cum-filled balls smacking tightly against your thighs. Heâs cooing and coaxing you through every single rude slash against your tender sweet spots.
Your jaw sags open even more second after second, and it makes him huff out a delighted little laugh. Blond, sweat-damped hair brushing up against your forehead when he cranes downwards to just suck on your tongue. âPlease- Kenââ
âMaster? My love?â
You moan in a way that makes him echo behind, âMâgonna-âÂ
But you didnât expect that all it would take is a sneaky pinch of your pulsing clit, and Nanami placing the tiniest of kisses on your forehead for your orgasm to hit you all at once. And heâs throwing his head back when your convulsing body juts abruptly backwards.Â
Giving his heated cock such a tight squeeze-
âFuck- yeah fuck thatâs it-â Nanamiâs gruffing out, eyes staring down in awe at how your poor pussy was just gushing. âCum fâme- cum all over my cock, pretty darling hngh- thatâs right.â Squirting out the silkiest of translucent juices, and part of him almost feels a pang of disappointment at how it was all going to waste.
Dribbling down his tight balls, the milky skin of his thighs. It just gleams all over the two of your riotous bodies in a shimmery, wet sheen. So much, that Nanami canât help but let his lips curl into a smile very befitting of his nature, cupping your quivering cunt, letting the cool touch of his metallic watch make you spurt out even more waves of high.Â
ïżœïżœïżœSo messy- so wet-â heâs murmuring out in pure awe, massive cock fucking you through each one of your peaks. It was contagious. And soon enough heâs kissing away at your whiny lips - nothing more than a lazy, sodden drag. Hips getting sloppy and out-of-control, oh the mere thought of you - splayed out and stuffed to the brim with him has him wanting to pass out right about now. Or cum.âGet ready, my wife- because sâonly gonna get even wetter.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - The âbullyâ
âI really do feel bad about being so hah- mean.â Getoâs soothing baritone is simpering, dipped so lowly to send shivers down your sluttily arched spine. He runs his slender fingers along the thin fabric of those soaked panties - ones he didnât even bother to pull off. âBut how else mâI gonna make you a pretty momma for me, gorgeous?â
He sounded so unapologetic, accompanied by another one of his squelching thrusts. Youâre being split open on Getoâs reddish, aching cock and thatâs all your drunken mind can think of right now.
âS-So mean Suguââ you manage to choke out, your trembly legs tightening around his neck, clawing desperately down his pale, broadened back. Gushing cunt sending another slobbering wave of your sweet sweet slick. âWant it- I wanâ give ya a baby so badly.â
âNeedy little thing, arenât ya? Bringing me here n- begging me to fuck ya.â he groans out, brows furrowed, a humorless little curl of his bruised lips. Feeling him put that pretty mouth to work over on your perked-up nipples, rolling his hot tongue over the sensitive nubs. âNow mâwonderinâ whether ya deserve-â
âYes!â you yelp, startling the both of you. But Geto never stops on his ravaging rummage around your plushy walls, he never stops that sultry back and forth of his greedily reeling hips. Your hands find their way to his inky locks, tugging until he keens. âYes yes yes- please I wanâ ya to fill me up. Please-â
And Geto snickers, still sucking languidly on your nipples. Every slow turn of his tongue is followed by the complete opposite of his hips - they were pistoning so deadly. So fatally that you think you could feel his thick, rounded tip in your lungs.Â
Pushing past those massaging nooks and crevices in your snug channel, heâs milking himself to your bulging g-spot. Hitting that exact same spot over and over-
âYou smell so sweet.â heâs gulping in a deep inhale into the valley of your breast, and the very action has him throbbing even more furiously inside you. Twitching up and down in jerky little movements with each rough jackhammer. âThink yer near ovulation, honey-â Gasping when he pulls off with a drippingly loud pop! leaning in to whisper in a dragged-out rasp. â-sâthe perfect time to fuck. To mate.â
Snap!
You jump when he snaps your panties again with one flick of his index, and the tiny shock is enough for Geto to just push.Â
To be lifting your hips up just enough to plunge his swollen knot inside, and itâs so big. So thickened that you feel it gape open your messy hole, molding your plushy walls around. Heâs feeling generous enough to let you get used to it for a few seconds before-
âGonna make you full with my kids- heh-â Geto chuckles out deliriously. âHave you all round and glowing and- fuck, oh fuck youâll be so-â He punctuates each word with a dragged-out kiss of his bulbous tip into your cunt. â-mine. Youâll be so mine.â Heâs nipping down the tender flesh on your neck - unpatterned and messy with just how much he was pounding you so unsteadily into the mattress. âBe my mate. Hah- be my mate, gorgeous- hngh-â
Every hit at the very bottom of your gooey pussy has your jaw slacking further and further open in bliss. Getting more and more honest after each furious stroke. And Geto smells so good, you think. A sweet, strong scent making you heady and dazed, a translucent trickle of drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. All you can do is choke out his name over and over-
âYes-â you mewl, and youâre staring right into his widened, primal eyes. Unable to look away. âWanâ be yours, Sugu- please.â
Those damn words are barely out of your mouth before your entire body seizes with the most filthy shivers, and Getoâs biting down on that precious side of your neck. Hard.Â
Hard enough that youâre sure it breaks skin, but right now you couldnât think of anything more than how good it felt to cum all over Getoâs thick cock. He was drilling into you like an animal, primal grunts ripping through with each rut - spitting out again and again into your ear - âYeah- yeah thatâs right, cum fâme, honey.â His teeth are bared, tinged ever-so-slightly with red, and you can already feel the dizzying way his cock twitches inside you. âCum fâme- fuck fuck fuck- gonna give ya all my kids. Gonna give ya- ah, my mate-â
His voice was a few octaves higher than usual, strained. Cracking ever-so-slightly in a way that had Geto placing his massive palm on your mouth, muffling away your drunken giggles.
âShut up.â he hiccups, so depravedly trying to hold back the hitch in his breath, the way his long lashes flutter shut. Grinning a devilish grin when his teeth tug on your bottom lip, âSh-shut up and take it.â
And Geto holds you like he canât let go - crushing you against his washboard abs, those plush pecs when his thick strands of seed seep out from his leaky tip. Shooting so far into your needy pussy that you can almost feel the sudden thwack! of it hitting your softened cervix.Â
He was so pretty cumming like this, brows furrowed, jaw clenched when he dumps out such voluminous loads into your tight channel. A lot, that it was impossible not to feel how it jostled around inside you, splatting against your walls.Â
âHeh- yeah, yeah c-can hngh- feel how youâre overspilling- bet youâve never been bred like th-this, hm? My mate?â his hips grind desperately back and forth back and forth back and- those shuddering pounds from before limited with how tight Getoâs knot was inside you. But that didnât matter, that was fine because- âWhen this goes does mâgonna show you what a âbullyâ really means, honey.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - The artist
âOh, baby you smell so-â Choso gasps out, dark, dewy eyes almost bulging out at the pretty way you rode him to insanity. With a rough grasp on your shoulders, he just drags you downwards to nose up your neck, â-so sweet. A-and you tasteâŠâ
You donât even need to direct your bleary eyes at him to know that Chosoâs mouth was positively watering. Adamâs apple bobbing desperately at his sweetened saliva, it only takes him one look at the bare skin of your neck. Two.Â
Before heâs biting down - hard. And at this point you think you look like youâve been thrown to the wolves but, no, itâs Choso.
âOh- ouch.â you grit your teeth with a keen, hips coming to a sloppy stutter on his rawly achy cock. But you canât slow down - he wonât let you. Powerful hips jutting up to squelch into your teasing cunt, smashing the hot, feverish length of his dick into your velvety walls. âD-didnât think an hngh- i-incubus would be so-â
âGreedy?â
Heâs cutting you off with a ragged groan, bumping you into his toned chest. Both of your bodies glissade back and forth in such a frenzied little dance that has the bed ricketing aggressively.Â
âC-canât help it, babyââ heâs dragging throatily, teary lashes batting up at you. And you feel his cock twitch at your steaming hot insides, the very rounded tip of his fat length kissing your bruised g-spot. A slow, needy kiss. âYou smell- and you taste so- hahââ His jaw sags further and further open with each of your snug clenches, yet heâs somehow managing to maintain your heavy eye contact. â-so heavenly. Bet youâll taste even better when I breed you.â
With a soft shudder, Choso toys two fingers over to the sensitive nub of your clit.
âB-breed me?â you breathe out, and he nips along your jaw. âIs that- is that even possible hngh! I mean-âÂ
One by one Choso presses wet kiss after kiss on your pouty lips, saccharine sweet saliva making your head spin. Free hand wrapping around your wooden headboard to keep some semblance of his sanity.
âI want to! I want- oh fuck, I need to-â It was a promise, and both of you knew it. Because he was rutting up into you so determinedly, easing your slobbering down in harsh, relentless drags that made it seem like you were trying to milk out something delicious. Greedy digits on your clit moving onto grab a rough handful of your ass to guide you through it, he was driving himself crazy. Sharp canines tug lightly on your ear lobe, and he whispers in a dangerous, gravelly tone. Eyes rolling back, â-or Iâll die trying.â
Your thighs tighten around his slender waist, âSo do it, Choââ
Just that little promise - that nickname - makes him clench, muscles stiffening along his entire body in a way that has Choso throwing his head back. âAh- f-fuck-â heâs stuttering, gravelly and discomposed. You feel him teasingly dance the soft pads of his fingers across where he was imagining that little bump, pressing down. Hard. âGonna fill ya up until you ngh- canât take anymore, baby- let me- let me please.â
And you donât know what comes first - his thick, hot ribbons of cum that paint your gummy walls white, or his ravenous teeth right on the tantalizing juncture of your neck.Â
It breaks skin, and Choso just moans at that metallic taste, all neat imprints of his teeth leaving a permanent little pattern. Oh, you feel how it only makes him jolt - as if his entire, hulking body was being electrocuted, glassy eyes rolling backwards, drool dripping down the side of his mouth and onto where he was licking up the bitemark in long, languid stripes.Â
Then with an abrupt, almost-painful shudder, Chosoâs cumming.Â
Snap!
The now-broken headboard clatters to the floor, and Chosoâs unwavering strength is now fully spent on you. Pushing your squirming hips downwards until it clapped bruisingly against his sharp hipbones.Â
He fills you up to the very brim, throbbing divot of his cock gushing out in such thickened dredges of cum. You can feel it sloshing around your melty insides, each glossy coat sticking to you like a second, sloppy skin.
âCh-Choââ youâre mewling, bucking up and down pathetically to try and meet his unapologetic pace. âMâso full- ah-â
His flushed head clashes against your delicate sensitive spots repeatedly, and the very bounce against your spongy cervix makes him grin. âMhm, sâwhat youâre hngh- s-supposed to be-â heâs barely whimpering out. âSupposed to be full. To-â Your barely-lucid eyes follow his own, hardening at the slow, sultry drool of cum seeping from the sides of your sodden slit. It drags to leave a milky white trail down his shaft - one that Choso swipes his trembly fingers along. And he lets it pool on his digits, immediately plugging it inside your already-overspilling hole. â-keep it in.â
You gasp at the stretch and he attaches his ravaged, reddened lips to your neck, gliding along the bitemark.
And something about the action makes you moan, your glissading walls constricting around his still-weepy cock. It feels as if youâre almost out of control, and you can only look to the pretty man below you for an answer.Â
âIncubus saliva.â Choso huffs out, and youâre still feeling the hefty slosh of him shooting out clingy loads of cum into you. âAlso acts as an aphrodisiac.â
All you can do it take it when he fucks back up into you as if it was his little addiction. Slender fingers giving your pulsing clit a light swat, eyes so droopy and reverent looking up at you. His greedy cock drags out the cutest little whines from you, big, hefty tip crashing thoroughly into your g-spot over and over- âSâperfect for making you a pretty momma, isnât it?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - The (k)naughty
âSo are ya jusâ gonna admire it like a cockdrunk lilâ slut or what, puny human?â Sukunaâs big beefy biceps just bulge when he crosses his arms over his chest. Giving you a devilish eyeroll that decidedly doesnât help the way you were being ruthlessly bullied open on his twin cocks. âSwear youâre the whiniest lilâ thing to ever summon me.â
And the cutest.Â
But the king of incubi holds back the last part. Instead, two of his rough hands come to rest possessively on your waist, feeding you inch after solid, swollen inch of both his stacked dicks.Â
âHonestly,â he grits out - more to keep those pesky moans out of his chest than anything. Teeth bared, drool already dripping down the corner of his smirk. Fuck. âWonder which oneâs really in a rut - me or hah- y-you.â
You can all but sink your teeth into the velvety covers of your pillow, fucking you on all fours to give you the best of both worlds. Both of his matchingly girthy cocks stretching you wide open until your sloppy entrance was just as gaping and fucked-out as your whiny mouth in a way that has Sukuna snickering.
âS-sânot me-â youâre hiccuping out, such a sticky, blabbering mess when your ass slaps! against those bulging knots at the very ends of his hefty bases. Bruising a circular branding, â-clearly.â
Smack!
Sukuna takes the obscene opportunity to plant a mean slap onto your tender flesh, all five of his thick fingers smoothing over the sting. Heâs leaning down until his breath puffs feverishly against your ear. âGettinâ real mouthy for a brat that canât even take my- hngh- knots, woman.â
Another one of his four arms wraps around your exposed neck, feeling the helpless thunder of your pulse. With a slightly tugging pull he has you glued to his sculpted front, the change in angle making his fat cocks inside you jostle around. Swirling in slow, calculated motions to stretch out each and every hidden spot on your gooey walls.Â
âLook at me when I speak.â he spits, making you lightheaded with how much you were being manhandled to crane your neck up at his towering body. âSâthis filthy cunt of yours gonna be able to take me- all of me? Let me breed her the way she deserves?â
Mewling, the only thing you can do at this moment is to shamefully nod up at him. Your pitiful little whimpers being drowned out by the drippingly wet squelches of your own cunt.Â
Smack!
âAnswer me.â
But apparently it wasnât enough for Ryomen Sukuna.
âP-please-â youâre moaning. âW-wanâ...â
The large fingers around your neck grip harder, and he dips another one down to your waist. Slowing down his hips just enough that he wonât lose his mind - just enough that you fuck back with a jittery buck of your hips, gummy walls yearning for that sweet sweet friction so badly. ââW-w-wanâ what?â
âWanna take you so bad!â youâre bawling. Scrambling at the strong wrist around your throat, your nails leave deep red little lines along his tattoos. âWant it- fuck fuck fuck- want you to breed me- to fill me up with-â
And then you canât speak - and not because the vice-like grab on your airway is tightening. No, itâs because suddenly so does the one on your hips, holding you painfully, greedily still while Sukunaâs pushes and pushes his hips-
âOh. Fuck, hold on.â his eyes fall shut at the pure squeeze, mouth falling into a depraved oh. âMâalmost- mâgonna- fuck t-take it-â Two of his free hands come down to your waist now, âGotta fill you- hah- up- fuuuck-â
And if you thought that Sukunaâs two cocks were big before then it was absolutely no match for the mind-numbingly lewd stretch of his knots. The swollen little nubs plugging your hole full, theyâre bumping into your sensitive spots without even trying. Opening your pussy so wide that a translucent little ring soaks his heavy balls, dribbling onto the ruined bedsheets with a steady drip! drip! drip!Â
Heâs rummaging inside recklessly, one weepy tip kissing messily against your g-spot, the other indenting a sodden bruise into your cervix. You swear you feel it knocking against your womb, your lungs.
âWanted my knots so Iâm- hah- givinâ âem to ya.â And nothing more it said before Sukuna rams into you unpredictably - sloppily, as if he wasnât even in full control of himself. âYouâd like that, huh? To be- ngh- b-bred full of my cum. To give me an heir.â His head is falling backwards, groaning gutturally, long, black fingernails clawing at how tight it was. How-Â
And then he cums.
And it seems that your poor pussy knows before Sukuna does.Â
âOh- fuck-â he swears under his breath, orgasm slamming into him, muscled body doubling over. Pinning you with his weight, youâre in the face of each messy jerk, milking out every one of his thick wads of cum. âI didnât- so early- ah!â
But no matter what, he couldnât stop. And Sukunaâs red eyes flutter shut - thereâs so much-Â
You were overspilling, your skin sticking to his after every milky gush. The wet squelches from before come out even louder, even more weepy with every sopping thrust! Cockdrunkenly, your mouth moves before your mind, âY-you came-â
âShut up.â And for your little observation, heâs gifting your ass another hot smack! Hoisting up your limp body even closer, cursed power thrums in the air when he cranes his head to look down- âAh, hasnât taken to my s-seed just yet.â
You barely even know whatâs going on, but Sukunaâs eyes stay locked on something at that little area on your tummy, that little bulge where you could feel the creamy gyrations of his cum sloshing around inside you.
âYouâre lucky, brat.â Smack! And he grins such a dangerous grin, one that makes you gasp. âWe get to go all over again until I breed ya proper.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - The absolutely filthy.
âOh, I canât- I canât-â Gojo whines, cerulean eyes fluttering shut, and his face scrunches up in such painful pleasure, âDonâ know if I can hngh- c-cum anymore- if I will-â
But that doesnât mean that Gojo was going to stop either - no, he was all but shoving your pretty pussy open with the ragged grinds of his reddened cock. Two rough hands attached to your waist, jostling you down, down, down to meet his thrusts.Â
Youâre so sensitive, your rawly massaged walls just bursting stars behind your droopy lids every time Gojo was rummaging inside. Toes curling, back arching in a pretty little bow, you sob, âT-Toruââ
And fuck that makes him moan, heavy balls just clenching-
âOh, sweetheart-â he breathes out, deep sing-song voice verging on the very tip of an embarrassing crack. Rattling off, âSweetheart, sweetheart sweetheart-â Itâs about all he can sputter out right now as his heavy balls clench. Theyâre smacking so soppingly wetly against your ass, and he can feel the very end of his fat cock twitch once - twice - before Gojo cums. Again. âShit- youâre not makinâ it o-outta this without being- pregnant- youâre soo not-â
With how tightly he was clenching you to his toned chest, you could barely even move when his sweltering hot cum paints your gummy walls all white. So much of it that gushes inside you, every tiny nudge of the creaky bed and gyration of Gojoâs hips had his thick seed sloshing at your insides. Adding to the ever-splurging little pool underneath you that was already there since youâd summoned him tonight.Â
âD-did you know that m-my hngh- my cum is an aphrodisiac.â heâs babbling, rosy red lips catching yours in a lewd little graze youâd barely call a kiss. âDid I tell you- that it makes you- makes me soââ
He did, actually. Many, many times, in fact - just after Gojo was done dumping load after heavy load of cum into your snug cunt. Each little utterance left you dumbfounded, pathetically helpless against that sudden surge of want.
âMhmââ your honeyed voice makes his entire body just jolt. You scrape your nails against Gojoâs scalp, sifting through his soft white strands, and heâs practically purring into the palm of your hand. âNeed more, Toru. More- hngh- wanâ you to get me pr-â
In a split-second, youâre being hauled out of that messy little mating press - barely, even, the two of you had sloppily fucked out of that position about four orgasms ago - to sit all prettily in Gojoâs lap, splayed out and spearheaded on his swollen dick.
âDonât- donât say that-â Gojoâs gasping, eyes blown wide, pupils glassy and so enlarged that his eyes almost looked blackened. Heâs using his inhuman strength to push upwards, falling back onto his knees with every determined ram into your awaiting cunt. âSâgonna make me- ah-â
âB-but I wanâ it so badly, Toruââ you mewl, breathlessly.Â
He glides a thumb across your quivering clit, gifting you a soft, sullen smack - ever-so-slightly. And you watch at the way Gojo watches, mouth falling into a ruined oh! eyes widening with each sopping dredge of cum that you gush down his shaft. It stands out so starkly - the white on pinkish, gleaming red - and that sight is enough to leave Gojoâs mouth dry.
To have him polarizing his ruts to kiss up at the bulging area of your g-spot, just dragging out those feeble shocks of pleasure down your spine.Â
âOh yeah? Sâthis what you w-want so badly?â heâs gritting out. Jittery fingers leaving another slap! on your pulsing clit, now glossily wet and being stimulated until you were dizzy. âTo have me m-make a mess of this cute cunt-â He pants into your mouth, âto hah- breed her until you break me?â
âYes!â Just that simple word is enough to have Gojoâs head falling backwards, dazed eyes rolling to the very back of his head. You push and pull your tongue against his saturatedly, âYes yes- wanna have you breed me- hngh- wanna give you an h-heir ah-â
âSpit in my mouth.â heâs cutting you off all of a sudden, but the incessant molding of your cunt to his dick, the way he was showing absolutely no signs of stopping left you realizing that this wasnât any tease. Pounding up into you so deeply.
And as if to prove that little thought - hell, you half had the mind to wonder whether incubus had mind-reading powers, too - heâs cupping your face into his greedy hold. Long, slender fingers pushing your pretty cheeks together until you had the most shameful purse all over your lips.
âSpit in my mouth.â Gojoâs repeating, shivering when you run a hand along his muscles, along his sculpted shoulders, finally resting at his throat. Tightening. And he only smiles, âS-spit in my mouth while ya hngh- milk me, sweeheart. Spit in my mouth- ohhh fuck- lemme taste you while I breed you. While I fuck a cute kid into ya. Please?â
So you do.Â
And as soon as that steady stream of your saccharine sweet saliva hits his pink tongue, Gojo lets out a soft, broken whimper.
And then he cums, bucking his hips up over and over to slam against yours. Wet stripes of milky white cum draw against your g-spot - just a few wisps, before heâs orgasming dry. Throwing his head back to let your own high take over.Â
Your orgasm is sudden, in an instant, and all you can do is cling onto Gojoâs bulging deltoids. âP-please- mâcumming-â you blubber away. âMâcumming hah- nâ I feel so full ah-â
He couldnât even talk, he couldnât even breathe right about now - so Gojoâs crashing simply crashing lips into your in a sloppy, tear-stricken kiss. Still dragging your drooling cunt down his twitchy shaft. Tasting the salt and the sticky need on your tongue when he murmurs, âNot full enough, though, right?â
âWh-what?â
âRight?â
A/N. Laptop crashed five times trynna write this it might just be a sign that incubi JJK men are too powerful.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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if you thought i quit sniping.... you are sorely mistaken...
#splatoon 3#lizz.mp4#silly snipes!#lol g it's been too long since i've last posted here#does this count as a triple when one of the guys involved dc'd... whatever... a snipes a snipe#boys (me) will say 'ok im gonna play a joke weapon'#and then my friends were like (raises eyebrow) 'watch you say that and then get 1726362636182 krills'#AND THEN I GET OVERALL SPLATTER!!!#guys this bamboo is so fun idk why it took me so long to play it. i gotta get back with my charger-isms i've been too octobrush piled.#though i have to say i miss squiffy. me jumping mid bamboo thinking its squiffer. its not. its not my lovely wife. ueueuue
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Halloween [L.H.]
Logan Howlett x neighbour!reader
summary: You dress up as Wolverine for Wadeâs Halloween party and it unleashes something in Logan. Him wearing a Ghostface mask also unleashes something in you. Or: Logan fucks you wearing a Ghostface mask.
warnings: smut 18+ (oral, unprotected (but inconsequential) p in v, creampie, doggy in front of a mirror, missionary, cum eating and also Logan spitting it into readerâs mouth, brief chasing kink, (Ghostface) mask kink obv, pet names: bub, baby, good girl), worst!Logan I guess but I couldnât find a pic to use, Wade being WadeÂ
word count: 3.8k
note: I didnât have that much time to write this but I wanted to post something for Logan before Halloween so <3, inspired by that I want to be fucked for Halloween sound on tt lol you'll see what I mean, and some ideas me and @ethanhoewke talked about đ€, also Iâve never watched Scream so all I can do is mention the mask lol | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons & @anitalenia <3
You meet your neighbours Logan and Wade in the laundry room of your building on Thursday night. Theyâre fighting over whether theyâre going to do a coupleâs costume for Wadeâs Halloween party next week.Â
âWeâre not a couple, Wade. Weâre not doing a coupleâs costume.â
Wade sighs as he stuffs his blood splattered clothes into the washing machine â youâve learnt not to ask anymore.Â
âHey,â Logan says when he sees you, and those three letters are enough to make your cheeks heat up. You wave at them both, busying yourself with your own washing.Â
Wade puts his hand on his hip, âCan you believe Logie wonât do a coupleâs costume with me after I adopted him and put a roof over his head? Heâs such an ungrateful brat.â
You giggle, meeting Loganâs gaze as he rolls his eyes at his roommate. He turns away to let you do your laundry in peace but Wade walks over to you, sitting down on the bench behind you.Â
âWhat do you want to be for Halloween? Sexy nurse? Sexy doctor? Sexy cop?â
You laugh, âWhy do they all have to be sexy?â
âBecause itâs you, so itâs impossible for the costume to not be sexy,â Wade raises his eyebrows and you smile at the compliment, sitting down next to him.Â
You sigh as you think about his question.Â
âFucked, Wade. I want to be fucked for Halloween.â
You hear a chuckle from Logan a few feet away. You were hoping he wasnât listening, but he does you the favour of keeping his head turnt in the other direction as he sorts through laundry. Youâre closer with Wade â you didnât necessarily want Logan knowing how badly you need to get laid.Â
Wade points to his own chest, âWait, by moi?â
âI love you but Iâd prefer someone who doesnât look like a burnt chicken nugget.â
âYou know what? Even though I look like a burnt chicken nugget, I still love myself. Learned that from the OG.â
You smile, âAnd anyway, I thought you and Vanessa were back together?â
âThat we are,â Wade says, rising to his feet and twirling out of the room like a ballerina, calling out, âIâll see you later for movie night!âÂ
âHeâs fucking crazy,â Logan says, chuckling, and you smile as you finish doing your laundry.Â
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Youâre late to Wadeâs Halloween party the following week. You rush two floors up to their shared apartment, but your knocks go unnoticed through the loud music coming from inside and the door wonât open.Â
Youâre about to get your phone out to call Wade but you realise you canât. Your fake claws are in the way.Â
Youâre dressed up as Logan. You recently saw some pictures of when he was younger, effortlessly hot in a tanktop and jeans, hair styled charmingly, almost like kitty ears.Â
Accordingly, youâve got yourself a fitted tanktop, jeans that make you stop in front of every mirror to admire your backside, and a belt with a big buckle like the ones he used to wear. Youâve paired your outfit with kitty ears the colour of your hair and, of course, fake claws protruding between your fingers.Â
You hope Logan doesnât take offence. In your rush to get ready for the party, you didnât even consider that.Â
What if he doesnât like your costume? What if he thinks itâs disrespectful? You know heâs struggled with his mutation, after all, hurt people he loved because of it. Wade told you the costume was a good idea when you showed him your outfit the other day, but Wade isnât Logan.Â
Plus, itâs Halloween. Halloween is supposed to be scary, even if most peopleâs costumes arenât scary nowadays. What if Logan thinks youâre calling him a scary monster? Oh god. Youâre considering going downstairs and changing â into what, you donât know, but the last thing you want is to offend Logan, and if thereâs even just a small chance of it then you donât want to do it after all. Suddenly, you see Logan. Â
Heâs walking down the hallway where youâve zoned out, arms folded awkwardly because of your claws. He stops in his tracks, a plastic shopping bag hanging from his hand, and heâs squinting at you; you wouldnât say he looks mad but youâre not sure.Â
Logan comes closer, folding his arms. âAre you supposed to be me?âÂ
A smile creeps on his face as you tentatively answer with a ââŠyeah?â
He looks you up and down and it makes your skin heat up as he takes a step forward, âNot sure if I should be offended, bub.â
Oh noâ
He continues with a smirk, âGoing around stealinâ a manâs look and doing it better than him? Canât say that outfit used to look that good on me.â You sigh a breath of relief. He likes it. You smile at his compliment, and then heâs reaching out to give a light tug on the cat ears in your hair.Â
âI donât get what these are supposed to be though.â
You push the plastic hair band back in place as you smile up at him, âYou know exactly what they are.â
Logan shrugs. âYou got something wrong though.â
He stands next to you with the side of his arm pressed against yours, and you gulp at the sudden contact with his warm, beefy arm. Logan makes a fist and unsheathes his claws, holding them next to yours, and theyâre at least three times the length of your fake ones, metal sparkling even in the shitty light of the corridor.Â
âShould be much bigger,â he smirks, pulling them back in and unlocking the door for you. You donât miss the implication behind his words, and you swallow as you step into the loud party in their apartment that is decorated to the nines for Halloween.Â
Wade runs over to you to hug you, wearing a sexy maid costume over his Deadpool suit.Â
âI love it,â you tell him while he simultaneously compliments your outfit. You look around for Logan and only just catch him closing the door to his bedroom, and he disappears behind it. You were too distracted just now to realise that he wasnât even wearing a costume.Â
Your shoulders deflate as you realise heâs probably not coming back out. He was half of the reason you even came to the party. You were looking forward to spending some time with him, but now that you think about it, you wouldnât expect him to be interested in a Halloween party, crafting an elaborate costume and hanging up corny decorations the way Wade did.Â
You try to shake off your disappointment and enjoy yourself nevertheless.Â
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Youâre stumbling back to the kitchen after dancing with Wade and Vanessa, getting yourself a drink. Youâre softly humming to the music coming from the other room when you feel a presence behind you.Â
Your heart speeds up for a moment when you see someone in a Ghostface mask standing right beside you. Heâs wearing the mask with a black, tight tanktop stretched over his broad chest. You smell Loganâs cologne as the scent swirls in the air around you, but you could have recognised him by the veins on his arms alone. Â
You try to keep your hopes at bay but you canât help but wonder if heâs wearing the mask because of you. When you watched Scream with him and Wade the other night, Wade kept teasing you about your crush on the killer.Â
At the time you felt like disappearing, hoping that Logan was as disinterested as he claimed, that he wasnât listening to anything you two were saying, but now youâre glad he heard. If heâs wearing the costume for your sake. Which he probably isnât. Youâve tried to convince yourself that your crush is unrequited, just to protect yourself. Itâs a common Halloween costume, nothing to do with you⊠probably.Â
âHi,â Logan says. You canât see his face but you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âHeyâŠ,â you reply, almost shakily, âdidnât think you were coming.â
âI wasnât going to, couldnât be bothered to think of a costume. But then I found this so I thought Iâll join you.â
You nod along as he tells you about going out to buy the mask only today, but youâre not paying attention. All you can focus on is how hot it is that you canât see Loganâs face through the mask, but you still know itâs him. The way his voice is slightly muffled yet strong makes you shudder.Â
âSo, has your wish for Halloween come true yet?â
You give him a confused smile, only just realising that heâs asking you something.
âYou told Wade you wanted to get fucked for Halloween.â
Not able to stop a shy grin from spreading over your face, you say, âOh. No, hasnât happened yet. Not counting on it.âÂ
âNo one you like here?â Logan asks, and you look up at him, at the Ghostface mask, trying to think of a flirty reply when Wadeâs voice cuts through the tension in the room.Â
Wade runs over to Logan, leaning his head to the side flirtily, âI told you itâd look hot, peanut. Are you gonna hunt me later, Mr. Ghostface?â Wade brings a finger to his lip, and, for once, Logan doesnât get annoyed by his jokes.
âGhostface only hunts good girls,â Logan says, and your heart starts to beat faster yet again when you realise Logan is looking down at you.
âAm I not a good girl?â Wade asks, and Logan just huffs, ignoring him. You canât see his eyes, but you can still feel them on you. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.
Itâs not much later that Logan is chasing you through the hallways of your building, with you giggling and squealing only a few feet ahead of him as the adrenaline pumps through you.Â
He gave you a headstart but you know heâll catch you. You want him to catch you. Youâre fumbling with the keys to your apartment when he reaches you, your heart hammering in your chest at the thrill of being chased.Â
Loganâs hands go to your waist as he pushes you against your front door.Â
âI got you.â
You reach up to gently tug the mask off but he stops you when only his lips are exposed, and he grins. You smile and lean up to kiss him, and you somehow manage to fit your key into the lock while youâre making out and push the door open.Â
Logan lifts you and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing as he carries you to your bedroom.Â
With your claws and the rest of your clothes discarded on the floor minutes later, Logan is fucking you in front of the mirror by your bed. Heâs taking you from behind, mask still on as he pulls and pushes at your hips with you fucking back against him as the mattress dips beneath you.Â
But as hot as it is to see the Ghostface mask looking down at you through the mirror, itâs also your first time having sex with Logan and you want to see him.
âCan I take the mask off?â you ask, looking back at him and Logan lifts you so that your back is flush with his chest. You turn around and pull the mask off over his head with a smile.
His hair is messy and a little bit sweaty, and as good as Logan usually looks you donât think youâve ever been quite this attracted to him. He holds your face to press a few sloppy kisses to your lips, and then he turns you back around to face the mirror.
Logan doesnât push you back on all fours, but takes your arms and clasps them behind your back, holding them together with one big hand. He slides his cock back into your wet pussy and begins to rub your clit with his other hand.
âLook at you,â he nods towards the mirror, and you meet his eyes in it, watching as his gaze trails down your body, to where his hand disappears between your soft thighs, âSo fucking pretty.â
You lean your head back against his shoulder as he continues to play with your pussy, but he canât properly fuck you at this angle, so you buck back against him until he manoeuvres you onto your back.
His lips find yours again and your arm sneaks around the back of his neck, holding him close as you kiss him desperately. You whine when his lips leave yours. He kisses down your neck and over your collarbones, down over your tits and over your belly. He arrives between your legs with a smirk and licks through the wetness of your pussy.
He moans when he first makes contact, âtastes even better than I fucking imagined, baby.â
You smile down at Logan as he pulls your socked feet onto his shoulders, fingers grabbing your ankles. âYouâve imagined this?â
Logan looks up at you, âEvery single fucking day. You havenât?â
You smile bashfully despite his own admission, but he doesnât let you answer anyway, moving his head back between your legs to make out with your pussy. He pushes two fingers inside you, the tips of his fingers rubbing up against your g-spot.
You begin to squirm as the heat builds up in your lower stomach, but Logan holds your hips down with his muscular forearm over your waist, âStay still for me, baby, okay?â
Logan starts sucking on your clit, and you cum immediately, back arching as you grab onto his hair. Your pussy pulses and throbs around his fingers as pleasure floods your body. You grind up to meet his mouth and he lets you use him until youâre breathless.
He places a last, rough kiss on your pussy, getting back on his knees to fuck you, but you breathe out, âGive me a second.â You smile shyly, your pussy still squeezing around nothing every few seconds.
âOf course, bub.â He leans down to kiss you and you mumble a question against his lips.
âCan I go down on you?â
Logan smiles and sits up, âMe orâŠ?â he nods over to the mask.Â
You shrug shyly, âWell, if youâre offering.â
âWhy do you think I wore it?â Logan smirks, pulling the mask back on. You briefly pull it up to his forehead again to give him a small kiss of appreciation.
He holds your hand as you get off the bed, sinking down onto the carpeted floor. You smile as his hard cock bobs in front of your face, glistening with precum and your wetness.
You place your hands on his knees and softly trace a path down his cock with your tongue, gently sucking his balls as you look up. A thrill shoots through you when you only see the mask looking back at you, and you move to suck Loganâs dick into your mouth as deep as you can, tasting your own arousal on him.
He throbs hotly against your tongue as you let spit run down his length, slapping his cock against your tongue.
âSuch a good girl,â Loganâs voice sounds from above you, and you look up at him, at the Ghostface mask, as you take his cock in your mouth again, your hands back on his knees for support.
You make out with the head of his cock, gently sucking on the skin down the side of him, licking your way up, playing with him.
âIâm close, baby,â he moans.
You mumble against his skin, telling him to take off the mask, and even though it comes out muffled he hears. Logan tugs off the mask in one quick movement, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure and his lips bitten raw. His face glows with desire and a hint of sweat, and he hums when you suck him into your mouth.
You use your hand to jerk off the rest of him, moving your mouth down on him as far as you can, and your eyes flutter shut when you hear Logan moan, and heâs spilling the first ropes of his load down your throat. You keep sucking until youâve swallowed all of his cum, and only then do you take your mouth off him.
Sitting back, suddenly shy, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand but Loganâs already tugging you up to the bed to kiss you.
âYou got another orgasm in you?â he asks against your lips. You straddle him and feel his hard cock smack against your thigh as you tell him yes. He tips you onto your back, leaning down to press a wet kiss to your pussy.
When he gets between your legs and pushes his cock into you again it somehow feels even better than the first time as you gasp in pleasure.
âYouâre so warm, bub. So perfect. Wanna stay here forever,â Logan says mindlessly as he bottoms out, and you whine into his mouth.
âWant you inside me forever too,â you babble, already fucked out. You wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks you. It feels like your wet pussy is sucking him in with the way you clech around him, and you both know you wonât take long for your next orgasms.
He slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit as he begins to fucks you deeper. âYou gonna cum for me again, bub? You make such a cute face when you cum. Let me see it again, baby.â
Youâre nodding dumbly and letting the feeling of him take over, not just his big cock in your pussy and his slicked fingers on your clit, but the way his body feels on top of yours, warm skin against warm skin as he sloppily kisses your jaw and neck, and you cream around his cock as you cum, moaning his name.
âThatâs it, baby, doinâ so well. Taking my big cock like a good girl, hm?â Loganâs voice is strained, and then heâs cumming too, filling you up with his warm release until your pussy is stuffed full with his cock and his cum. He pulls out slowly and rubs your sensitive clit a little more.
âSo pretty,â he mumbles, fucking two fingers into you and when he pulls them out theyâre coated in his sticky load.
You reach out to pull him down by his wrist and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking his cum off them as he smirks down at you, rubbing a hand over his face to calm himself for now.
You both come down from your highs with laboured breaths, and he pulls you to lie your head on the pillow. Logan wraps his arms around you, just cuddling you for a bit, when you realise something and smile up at him.
âSo, are you that narcissistic that seeing me dressed up as you made you want to fuck me?âÂ
Logan smirks. âNah, wanted to fuck you way before that. And Iâm just honoured you like me enough to dress up as me.â
You open your mouth for a rebuttal but he instead takes that opportunity to push his tongue back into your mouth as he holds the side of your face. You make out lazily for another few moments, slinging your leg over his hip, but then you drag his hand away from your face.
âWell, Iâm honoured you like me enough to dress up for me.âÂ
âBaby, thereâs a lot more Iâd do for you than just dress up in a horror mask.â
âReally?â you smile. Logan nods earnestly. He holds you in his arms for a few minutes as you relax into the comfortable silence.
He pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, âWill you go out with me?â
You giggle then, âDonât think you have to ask me anymore.â
âWhat? I wanna be a gentleman.â
âYeah, very gentlemanly what you just did to me.â
You feel some of Loganâs cum drip out of your pussy and onto his thigh in that moment.
Logan looks at you and gives you a silly smile, lifting your leg off him to sit up, âYeah, baby, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman cleans up after himself.â
He spreads your thighs as he gets between them, and licks up your pussy, coating his tongue in his own cum. You smile at his words but soon you begin to pout in pleasure as he starts going down on you again.
You sigh when he stops and moves up to your face, but you smile when you realise what heâs doing, happily parting your lips for him. Logan leans over you and spits his cum into your mouth, âWe taste good together, hm?â he asks.
You swallow your combined arousals eagerly, closing your eyes as you savour the taste, but a gentle pat on your clit makes you open them again.
âYou got another one in you, right, baby? Just one.â You nod quickly, unable to form words with you needily spread open for Logan like this.Â
Lying back, you let Logan eat your pussy until youâre cumming again, your thighs pressing against his temples as he grabs at the flesh of your legs, licking your clit until youâre satisfied.
Logan lies back down next to you with his lips still shiny with your wetness, and you lean in for another kiss. He takes you in his arms to cuddle, when he asks you again.
âSo, will you go on a date with me?â
âOnly if it ends with you doing that thing with your mouth again,â you tease.
âOh, trust me, Iâm not going a day without it anymore.â
You giggle into his neck, relaxing against his muscular body.
Logan turns around when he gets a text, showing you his phone. Itâs a message from Wade:
Everyone left and Iâm about to give Vanessa a happy Halloweener if you know what Iâm saying! So donât come home tonight but I have a feeling you werenât going to anyway ;)
Logan cringes while you laugh, ready to put his phone back when another message comes through.
And if you donât treat her right Iâll cut off your Halloweener
Logan groans, switching off his phone. You laugh against his skin and let him hold you until you both sink into a warm, cozy sleep.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 35: Threads
Summary: Pack bonds are made up of delicate threads, small fibers webbing together the dynamics and relationships that make up each individual pack. The omega stands in the middle, holding the pieces together, keeping the pack from crumbling by clinging to those threads like a strongman holds pillars up with chains.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 11,740 words
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, angst, descriptions of physical pain, brief description of drowning, medical stuff, panic, crying, panic attacks, nightmares, PTSD, very heavy emotions, alcohol and brief mention of alcoholism, language, fighting (not physically), Kyle being the best boy, aftermath of trauma, brief mentions of the events of the previous chapter, guilt and shame, angst, and finally some comfort after the hurt (but not quite what you'd expect)
A/N: So I may have been slightly wrong, the angst isn't over, but it's not quite as intense as it has been. There are little tidbits of comfort in this one, though it's not like "okay it's over, let me wrap you in this blanket and everything is fine and happy now". It's...you'll see. If you're waiting for the fine and happy comfort then...you might want to wait a few chapters still. The comfort will come on slowly, but it has officially started.
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Screaming.Â
Someone is screaming.Â
It hurts your ears, high-pitched and ringing. Your hands cover them, but even that canât block out the sound.Â
Itâs ringing in your own head.Â
Your body hurts, every joint and muscle aching and throbbing. Theyâve been locked in place too long, frozen in one position, a safe position. Safety. Thatâs what youâre seeking, thatâs what youâre trying to find. Thatâs why youâre here.Â
This isnât a safe space anymore.Â
The walls are crumbling, the darkness is fading. Thereâs light seeping in, threatening to pull you out, make you face whatever is waiting on the other side. Itâs not a comforting light, itâs bright and piercing and threatening. You donât want to leave the darkness. You donât want to face the light. You want to stay there, stay frozen, stay safe.Â
Your throat burns, raw and painful with every breath.Â
Itâs you.Â
Youâre screaming.Â
Hands are flying, mouth open in a scream. Itâs a horrible sound, grating and feral sounding. Your body twists and turns as they try to hold you down. No restraints. Youâll just hurt yourself more.Â
Blood is flying, splattering on the gurney, the floor, the walls. Yours or someone elseâs? Itâs hard to tell.Â
Simon.Â
âSimon!âÂ
He snaps out of his daze, his eyes darting up to look at Dr. Keller across the gurney. Her hand is around his wrist, your elbow knocking against his forearm as you try to fight whatever it is you think youâre seeing. Maybe youâre seeing nothing at all.Â
âI know.â Dr. Kellerâs voice is soft despite the chaos of the moment. Her gaze is firm but comforting. She knows. âI need you to hold her still. Sheâs going to hurt herself further if she canât calm down.âÂ
Sheâs going to hurt someone else too.Â
The monitors are beeping and screaming. They managed to get a blood pressure cuff around your arm before you snapped out of the daze heâd put you in and started fighting. Youâre like a wild animal, cornered and fighting for your life again with a renewed vigor. Renewed for now. If you donât calm down again, something will give out.Â
There wonât be any coming back from that.Â
âDonât be afraid if you hurt her.â Dr. Keller says, squeezing his wrist. âBones can be fixed.âÂ
He catches your wrists in his hand, pinning them down against your chest. He uses his weight to his advantage, pushing his arm into you as he leans down so youâre face to face. You let out another scream, fighting against him but he has you beat. Heâs bigger, stronger, calmer.Â
âLook at me.â He says, his alpha rumbling low in his chest. It has even the beta nurses stopping in their tracks to look at him. The only one unaffected is Dr. Keller as she uses this moment to her advantage.Â
You stop fighting him, breathing in heavy gasps as you stare right up into his eyes. Wild and untamed, pupils dilated in your aggressive state. Dilated out of aggression or dilated out of fear? Perhaps both. Beads of sweat slide down your face, your body hot under his. It mixes with the blood on your skin, blood from your own injuries and from the Shadows you killed. Your cheek is bruised, discolored from broken blood vessels. Your left eye will swell shut soon. He needs to get you calm before then.Â
Itâs almost cute, the way you bare your teeth up at him. He might have thought it cute in a different setting, if your life wasnât dangling over a ledge right now. A low growl rumbles in your chest, a warning that has his own hackles raising. He bares his teeth back, an answering growl, deeper and angrier, rumbles in his own chest. The nurses take a step back. Even Dr. Keller pauses at the sound.Â
Yet, despite the threat in his growl, it doesnât deter you one bit. Your knee drives into his side, making him grunt from the impact, but he doesnât let up. Youâre fighting him again, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold. If he pushes any harder, he might break a rib. Youâre going to break something if you donât stop.Â
Youâre too far gone to recognize anything but fear and danger. Youâre only going to fight, only going to attack anything you perceive as a threat. You wonât even recognise him. He has to get you to calm down before you have a heart attack. He considers getting one of the nurses to bring Johnny in, but thereâs no guarantee that will work. Youâll just perceive him as another threat, another danger. More people in the room will only make you more aggressive...make your omega more aggressive.Â
Heâs not dealing with you. Heâs dealing with your omega in her raw form, the animal deep underneath forced out of her hiding place. Whoever said omegas are weak never had to face one in this state.Â
He stares down at you as you fight and scream, battering his side with your knees but he can hardly feel the pain. His arm is still throbbing where you bit him, but he can hardly see the blood streaked on his skin.Â
He has to save you.Â
He canât let all of this go to waste.Â
Theyâll never recover if they lose you now.Â
He moves almost seamlessly, time seeming to slow as he lets you go. He unclips his vest and rips it over his head in one movement, uncaring as it hits the floor with a heavy thud. You lunge up at him but heâs ready, catching you before your lower body can leave the gurney. Itâs a risk. A huge risk, but itâs all he can think of doing. Itâs hardly the worst place to be if things go wrong, if this fails. If he does fail, at least heâll know he tried.Â
He pushes his mask up to his chin, pressing your face right into his neck.Â
Your nose pushes against his scent gland as he cups the back of your head, holding you there. He projects his scent as strong as he can, hoping it can reach some deep part of your mind, some glimmer of you thatâs left in there.Â
If this goes wrong, youâll rip out skin and veins with your teeth. Heâll bleed out on the floor before they can even get him on a gurney.Â
He wraps his other arm around you, holding you as still as he can. Tears prick his eyes as he holds you, shoving away the beeping machines, the panic still thrumming inside of him. Scruffing you was only round one of this fight. He should have held it longer, should have been brave enough to do it a second time.Â
He can still feel it, your neck in his hand, the way you gave in so easily. You had no choice, he gave you none. It was necessary, it was vital that he did it. You wouldnât have made it this far if he hadnât.Â
He should do it again. It would be easy, just slip his hand down and squeeze and youâll be gone, lost in your head again and under his control. Maybe then heâd get you to calm down, get you out of this state and free from the danger looming closer and closer.Â
Heart attack, stroke, organ failure.Â
Why couldnât Price be the one to go after you? Why couldnât it be Price standing here making this decision.Â
âIâm sorry.â He whispers before slipping his hand down, wrapping it around the back of your neck again.Â
Pain.Â
Youâre in pain.Â
You try to fade away again, try to push yourself back into the darkness to avoid the pain, but you canât.Â
Thereâs no escaping it.Â
Your body hurts, every joint and muscle throbbing. Fire licks at your very cells, burning hot through your veins, scorching your skin. Safety. You want safety again. You want to retreat back into yourself, back into the comfort only the darkness can offer you.Â
Nowhere is safe anymore.Â
Tears are rolling down your cheeks, the light pressing closer and closer. Itâs somewhere above you, shining down in offending shades of white. You can see it behind your eyelids no matter how hard you try to squeeze them together. Thereâs no escaping this light. Thereâs no retreating back into safety. Thereâs no safety anymore.Â
Youâre underwater, slowly rising to the surface. Thereâs sounds around you, muffled and dampened by the water. You need to breathe, you need to inhale precious oxygen but you canât get to the surface fast enough. Lungs burning, your fingers claw at the water but you canât reach it, you canât swim fast enough.Â
Your hands curl into soft fabric as you cough, choking on imaginary water. Thereâs warmth surrounding you, pressed in on all sides. Youâre leaning against something, something hard and solid and warm. The sounds are louder now, mixing into a convoluted cocktail of constant noise. You hate it.Â
Pain ripples through your throat as you let out a groan, the sound catching and cracking on the rough edges of your vocal chords. Another choked sound leaves your lips, pain rippling through your very nerves. The skin on your face is burning, simmering ashes being fanned by every tear sliding down your cheeks.Â
Youâre crying.Â
Thereâs a deep sound coming from under you. Itâs vibrating against your body, your pulsing ears focusing on that sound. Itâs familiar. Youâve heard it before, somewhere back in the recesses of your mind.Â
Your mind.Â
Itâs there. You can feel it beginning to take shape, thoughts beginning to form out of the fractured darkness. Youâre not in your mind anymore, your mind is in you. Youâre a being inside of a body, a body wracked with pain. The urge to retreat back is strong, but you canât. That part of you has been closed off, sealed away by the light.Â
Fingers and toes twitch, tingling and throbbing with the cold despite the fire blazing its way through your veins. It is cold, your hand pulling at the softness youâre clinging to. The low vibration begins again, rumbling through you, igniting something in the back of your mind.Â
You know it. Itâs familiar.Â
Something tingles in the back of your mind, starting to come to life. Despite the agony thereâs something in there, something warm and comforting. Thereâs no name for it, no thought flashing through the swirling mass of neurons slowly taking shape. Itâs soft and warm and whispering to you.Â
Wake up.Â
Wake up.Â
Wake up!Â
Your eyes open before you can stop them. Youâre immediately blinded, eyes throbbing from the bright white light above you, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. It rattles through your throat, broken and squeaking through your shredded trachea. You clench your eyes shut again, wincing away from the intrusive light, the movement sending a bolt of pain through your body like an electric shock. You let out another garbled sound, your fist tugging on the fabric itâs clenching.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry sweetie.â A voice says, the light disappearing before another takes its place, softer and lighter and less painful.Â
Your eyes crack open again, still throbbing despite the light being removed. Your entire body is throbbing, pulsing like an exposed nerve. You feel like an exposed nerve, weak and vulnerable. It triggers something deep in your brain, the light starting to dim. Something is rising, something is coming. You want to lay back, let it take over, let it take control. You want to sink into the darkness again. The darkness is safe, the darkness is secure.Â
The beeping is getting louder. Beeping, thatâs what that sound is. Thereâs something beeping. Itâs getting faster and faster. Youâre starting to go numb, the tingling in your fingers and toes fading away. Itâs not so cold anymore, the ache in your limbs fading into oblivion. Youâre fading into oblivion.Â
âOi! None of that.âÂ
Youâre awake. You let out a disgruntled sound as the warmth and comfort leaves you, deserting you in favor of retreating into the recesses of your mind again. A shiver runs down your spine, your very skin tingling with pinpricks of pain as it goes.Â
âOpen your eyes again for me, love.âÂ
Your body moves before you can tell it not to, your eyes fluttering open again. Youâre squinting despite the bright light being gone. Any light is too much, your mind seeking out the comforting darkness once more.Â
Darkness makes you vulnerable.Â
In the dark, youâre blind to things that may be hiding there.Â
No.Â
No more darkness.Â
You want the light.Â
Scents flood your brain as your eyes fully open, slamming into you like a wave. Itâs too much, nearly choking you again as you try to register everything. The burning scent of sterilizer, the soft scent of clean linens, the harsh scent of chemicals. Thereâs a soft scent mixing in with the others, something easing the turmoil in your mind just slightly. Above all else, though, is the intense smell of leather and something soft and fresh. It overpowers almost all of them, standing out distinctly. It makes your nose throb, something tickling in the back of your mind. Youâre afraid of the scent, yet...thereâs something else. Something...familiar.Â
âBack with us yet?â The sound rumbles under you again.Â
âNearly there.â Another voice says. âHeart rate is coming down again. Still feverish, though.âÂ
Youâre suddenly aware of your body again, the pains, the aches, the burning, the cold. Youâre trembling, your skin prickling from how cold it is. You try to press forward against the warmth in front of you, but the movement has pain slashing through your very cells. Another pathetic whine tears through your throat, every movement sending stabbing pain through your very being.Â
âC...C-Cold.â You manage to croak out, the word forming clumsily on your tongue. It feels heavy, like youâre relearning how to speak.Â
âI know.â The softer voice says, something dragging across your skin. âWeâre trying our best.âÂ
Something moves against your back, dragging against your skin. Whatever it is, itâs warm, but itâs rough. You push into it, something telling you to get closer, to wrap yourself in it and let it suffocate you. Somehow itâs comforting to you, somehow itâs familiar.Â
Slowly thoughts and sensations begin to return to you, your mind dragging itself from the depths it had sunk into.Â
It was purposeful.Â
You did it to save yourself.Â
Youâre shaking for a different reason now, suddenly aware of the parts of your body that ache the most. Your shoulder, your cheek, your throat, your wrists. Thereâs a deep chill that has settled in your bones, sinking past the fever and the pain, past the memories beginning to resurface, past the hopelessness and the anger and the fear.Â
âSimon?â You croak out, the name burning its way through your dry throat. You desperately want something to drink, anything to ease the burning desert in your mouth.Â
âItâs me, love.â The sound rumbles under you again.Â
Leather. Eucalyptus. Warmth. Alpha.Â
You groan, trying to shift closer but the tensing of your muscles has pain screaming through your body. A shuddering breath leaves your lips, your body tensing until it passes.Â
âTry not to move too much.â The other voice says, a hand coming to rest on your arm. Youâre still clutching Simonâs sweatshirt in your hand like itâs the only thing keeping you tethered to this earthly plane.Â
It might be.Â
âDr. Keller?â You croak out, recognizing that voice.Â
âIâm here too sweetie.â She says somewhere behind you. âTake it easy, youâve had a rough go of it.âÂ
Sheâs not wrong.Â
The memories are coming back slowly, each one playing through your head like an episode of some fucked up television show. Except, it isnât a television show. Itâs your life.Â
You hate it.Â
âJohn?â You ask, trying to get your tongue to work, but you desperately need water.Â
âProbably yelling at every person who crosses his path.â Simon says. âHe was blazing a path to hell and back earlier trying to get ahold of anyone he could yell at involved in this.â He rubs your back. âHeâll be here as soon as heâs calmed down. Kyle and Johnny are working overtime trying to help restrain him.âÂ
You'll always be a second thought.Â
âYou?â You ask, unable to form the whole question you want to ask. Why are you here and not with your pack?Â
He's quiet for a moment. âWe got here before John and Kyle did.â His hand stills against your back, palm pressing below your shoulder blades. âYou wouldn't let anyone close to you. The doc said it's normal, coming out of that state. I had to help keep you calm so you could get patched up. Then you wouldn't let me leave.âÂ
Your fingers ache from how hard they're gripping his sweatshirt. He stayed. He's the one here with you, not your alpha.Â
You let out a groan, the pain starting to intensify. Thereâs a throbbing in your calf, and a deep ache starting to pulse in your joints. Youâre almost glad for it, the turmoil in your mind starting to twist and fog your thoughts pushed aside in favor of the pain screaming at the forefront of your brain.Â
âTime for more pain medicine.â Dr. Keller says somewhere behind you. âYouâll probably get sleepy, but rest is what you need right now.âÂ
You let out another groan, pressing your face back against Simonâs chest. Despite the pain in your body, thereâs an even deeper ache in your chest. Itâs not a physical one. Your alpha isnât here. Heâs left you again, abandoned you in favor of something else, something he deems more important.Â
Tears are brimming in your eyes as they slip closed, the exhaustion and the drowsiness from the pain medicine taking over.Â
Itâs not quite so cold when you wake up next. Itâs brighter in the room, the light not quite so artificial as it had been the first time. Thereâs no body against yours, no warmth seeping into your skin or scent in your nose. Your fingers twitch, almost like they want to seek it out again.Â
Youâre alone.Â
You let out a quiet breath, your brows furrowing. Your shoulder aches, throbbing in time with the beep of the heart monitor. It hurts less to move as you shift your arm to itch the other. Itâs horribly itchy, but your fingers meet gauze instead.Â
Right. Phil had cut you there. Not very deep, but still deep enough to hurt. Just another injury to add to the list.Â
You try to lift your arm but burning pain shoots through your shoulder. You wince, letting out a quiet moan of pain as you drop it back into the bed. You breathe as the pain shoots through you, swirling through your veins before it begins to settle.Â
âYou shouldnât try to move too much.â A voice cuts through the silence.Â
Your head whips to the side, your arm shooting out to grip the side rail as pain burns through your body like lava. It seeps slowly from your left shoulder down to your toes and into your very hair follicles. You let out another groan of pain, your eyes squeezing closed as you wait for it to pass.Â
âSorry.â The voice says softly. âI suppose that didnât help any.âÂ
You open your eyes, still breathing heavily as the pain begins to fade. Your hand is still wrapped around the side rail as you stare at John. Heâs seated next to the bed, his elbows on his knees as he stares at you. He looks tired, eyes puffy with dark circles around them. Heâs in a simple green shirt and cargo pants, yet heâs not quite as put together as he normally is. His hair is sticking up in different directions, his beard scruffier than normal. Thereâs a faint pink line of what was probably once a cut on his cheek.Â
Itâs the first time youâve seen him in weeks.Â
You should be happy.Â
You should be ecstatic.Â
You should be relieved.Â
Yet, all you can feel is pain and anger and betrayal.Â
âThereâs nothing I can say that will make this better.â He says, his voice rougher than usual, even after returning from a deployment. His eyes shine with emotion. You hate it. âThereâs nothing I can say that will undo what happened.â He runs a hand over his mouth, letting out a breath through his nose. âThis shouldnât have happened in the first place. We should have known better, we should have questioned it.â He shakes his head. âWe put too much trust in those above us, and we were all fooled.âÂ
Tears blur your eyes as you stare at him. Heâs not just talking about Shepherd and the initiative. Heâs talking about you too.Â
âI regret it more than any decision Iâve ever made. Iâll regret it for the rest of my life,â He continues. âYou put your trust in me, and I failed you. I let this happen to you because I got too caught up thinking about the greater good of the pack and I ignored what was right in front of me. Youâre here because of me, because of the decisions I made. I had one job, and now youâre paying for my failure.âÂ
He pauses for a moment, tears shining in his own eyes. You should feel surprise, sympathy, something. All you can feel is hatred. He doesnât deserve to cry over you. He doesnât deserve this chance to try and explain himself to you, to try and give excuses for his actions. He made his choice. He made it very clear where his loyalties lie, where theyâve always been, where that line was laid before he even claimed you. It was never about you. Nothing was ever about you. It was always the initiative, and then when the initiative turned out to be false, it was about the âgreater goodâ. You should have been the greater good. You should have been their focus. Instead they all betrayed you.Â
They betrayed you in the end.Â
âI made a bad call.â He continues on. âI shouldnât have left you there. I shouldnât have made that decision. It never would have played out how I thought it would in my head at that moment. Now youâre here, like this, because I made a stupid mistake.âÂ
He stares at you for a long moment, as if heâs waiting for you to say something, as if you should have something to say in response. Heâs waiting for an acceptance to his half-assed apology, as if his words can somehow undo the pain, the burning in your wrists, the throbbing in your shoulder, the agony every time you simply move a limb. As if his half-assed apology can somehow undo the weeks of depression and anguish and the worry and the fear. As if his half-assed apology can make up for the way they all cut you off, treating you like a traitor before abandoning you. As if his half-assed apology can undo the hours and hours of torment and pain the man you once thought of as a family friend unleashed on you all because of them.Â
The hatred burns almost as hot as the lava in your veins, so hot youâre surprised the tear that slides down your cheek doesnât start steaming. Your heart rate is picking up again, the monitor beeping with the sound of the anger simmering inside of you. The blood pressure cuff squeezes around your arm, a grunt of pain cracking in your throat.Â
âYeah,â You say, your voice hardly more than a whisper. You turn your head away from him, wincing as an electric shock of pain jolts through you from the motion. You drop your hand from the side rail before he can touch you, tucking your arm back under the rough blanket. âYou did.âÂ
You have nothing more to say to him.Â
John enters the room solemnly, the silence nearly palpable as they all wait in anticipation. Theyâre all looking at him, waiting patiently for their captain, their alpha, to speak. They always look to him, they always rely on him, they always trust him and now look where heâs led them. So rarely does he make the wrong decision, so rarely does he lead them astray.Â
What happened this time?Â
Why did he so easily turn them away from you? Why did he so easily turn his back on you?Â
What words are there to say? He knew his words would do little to calm the raging storm inside of you, the hurt and the pain and the betrayal they put you through all because of him.Â
The rejection still hurts, but it should. They all rejected you as soon as they left you behind.Â
Itâs only a fraction of the pain you must be feeling.Â
âHow is she?â Kyle asks, breaking the tense silence.Â
âUpset.â He sighs, sinking down in a chair.Â
âFuckinâ sure she is.â Johnny snaps, anger radiating off of him in steaming waves. Heâs been on edge, they all have, since the four of them were reunited. He had been there, stuck in the hall as you screamed and fought. He thought the worst when your screams cut off until he was finally updated by one of the nurses leaving the room. âOf course she doesnae want to see any of us! We just fucking left her, just like that, and it was your fuckinâ fault!âÂ
Simon grabs his beta before he can throw a fist at John, holding him back. Johnny lets out a string of curses none of them understand, fighting against his alpha. Simon holds him tightly, the image of your bloody form fighting against him still at the forefront of his mind. He grips Johnny tightly, muscles straining. Johnny is bigger. Johnny is stronger.Â
He has half a mind to let him go.Â
John doesnât move, doesnât even flinch as Johnny yells and rages. Heâd welcome a good beating right now. He could use some physical pain to distract from the ache in his chest.Â
âCalm down,â Kyle says, getting in Johnnyâs face. âI said calm down!â Kyle yells, Johnny stilling for a moment. Itâs not often Kyle raises his voice at one of them. âWeâre not doing any good being upset with each other. We all made mistakes over these last few weeks, especially these past few days. None of us are guilt free in this. We all have our omegaâs blood on our hands. Fighting amongst ourselves will only fray the bonds more than they already have been.âÂ
Johnny deflates with a sigh, standing there in Simonâs arms for a moment. Kyle is right. They all can feel it, the way their bonds are fraying. Their pack is resting on a dangerous ledge, tipping back and forth with every strong emotion, every argument, every sour feeling. Theyâre all holding onto that bond, trying to pull it back to keep it from falling into the abyss. As angry as they are with each other, just one of them letting go will be the end of the pack.Â
âThereâs nothing we can do to change what happened.â John says, looking up at the other three. âKyleâs right. I led us all in the wrong direction, but we canât go back and change it. We canât undo what happened to us, we canât undo what we did, we canât undo what we...â He lets out a breath. âWhat I let happen to our omega.âÂ
âShe wonât trust us again.â Simon says, his hands still shaking as he releases Johnny. They havenât stopped shaking since he scruffed you a second time.Â
âShe wonât.â John affirms, no matter how badly it hurts him. âShe wonât forgive us either. The best we can do is to give her what she needs, what she wants. Right now thatâs space. Dr. Keller will keep us updated as things develop.â He pushes himself up to stand, looking at each member of his team, of his pack. They all share the same guilty look on their faces, they all hold the same anger at themselves deep inside. âThis may be the hardest mission weâve ever had. No matter what we feel...none of that matters anymore. What matters is keeping our pack together. What matters is that we keep those bonds from fraying. We lose ourselves, we lose everything.âÂ
âStill sore?â
You nod, wincing as it sends a bolt of pain through your body.Â
âI know.â Dr. Keller says, adjusting the ice pack on your shoulder. âHurts like a bitch, but luckily it wonât cause any lasting damage.âÂ
You blink at Dr. Keller, staring at her for a beat. You donât think youâve ever heard her curse before. Youâre not sure she was ever capable of it.Â
âWhat? I use swear words. Sometimes.â She says, almost like she can read your thoughts. âSometimes expletives fit the moment better than any flouncy, sophisticated words do. This feels like the proper situation to use some.â She lets out a sigh. âYour shoulder will be the worst of the pain, at least physically. The mental pain...well, thatâs not something I can treat with pain medicine. Shouldnât, would be the proper wording there.âÂ
Some people do use it to numb the pain.Â
âWe all made a lot of bad decisions these last few days. Your support system, those you were supposed to be able to trust, failed you.â She stares down at you, emotion shining in her eyes. Itâs a mirror of Johnâs own stare when heâd looked at you, but this time thereâs no anger burning inside of you. Dr. Keller didnât betray you. Dr. Keller will mean her apology, because you know thatâs whatâs coming. âI know youâve probably heard this a lot over the last few hours, but I am sorry too. I shouldnât have left you alone like that. I shouldnât have fallen for that phone call...I should have been there.âÂ
You stare up at her, tears pooling in your eyes. If she had stayed, things would have been worse. It was almost better she left you. You canât lose her. You need her now more than you ever did.Â
Tears streak a flaming path down your face, a choked sob tearing its way through your trachea up through your lips. It burns your throat, no amount of water youâve had in the last few hours has been able to ease the ache thatâs taken up permanent residence there.Â
Graves choked you. Itâs the bruising from his hand squeezing your windpipe making you ache. Your voice may never recover, may never go back to normal. Crying hurts, hurts more than just your mind, your chest. It hurts your whole body, yet you canât stop.Â
âI know, I know.â She says, petting your hair as you sob. âIâm not going anywhere this time. Weâll get through this, okay? Itâll be a long road, but you wonât be walking it alone. Youâve got me, and youâve got your pack.âÂ
Your gaze hardens at the mention of your pack, the sob in your throat coming out almost as an angry grunt. The thought of them makes your chest ache, the pain of their betrayal burning hot in you. âI donât want them.â You whisper.Â
âI donât blame you.â Dr. Keller says, leaning against the side rail of your bed. âThey let you down. The betrayed your trust in a lot of ways. They made you feel abandoned, and then abandoned you when you needed them most, even if they thought they were doing the right thing at the time. You have every right to be angry at them, upset with them. They hurt you in the worst way they could.â She pulls the blanket higher over you, tucking you in. âYouâve gone through a lot these last few days. Some very traumatic events, on top of being injured and your body going through extreme stress. Youâre exhausted in every way you can be. Rest first. Worry about everything else later. Doctorâs orders.âÂ
âI did it to myself.â You say before she can walk away.Â
She turns back to look at you. âWhat?âÂ
âI made myself distress.â You say. âI made my omega come out.âÂ
âThat was very brave of you.â She says, giving you a soft smile. âSometimes we have to take drastic measures even knowing the risks. You did what you had to in the moment and I think it was the right choice. You didnât know what was going to happen, what was happening. Things worked out and youâre still here. Thatâs all that matters.âÂ
You think about her words for a moment. You did make it out. The fact youâre here means someone found you, someone saved you. Someone scruffed you.Â
âIt was Simon, wasnât it?â You ask, even though you already know the answer to that.Â
You wouldnât let him leave.Â
âYouâll have to ask him for the whole story, but yes. Heâs the one that rescued you.â She adjusts the blanket around you again. âGet some rest.â She moves the call button closer. âIâm on the other end of that button if you need me.âÂ
You stare up at the ceiling after she leaves, counting the tiles above you. It looks like every other ceiling youâve ever seen in a doctor's office or clinic or hospital. Itâs not all that different from the ceiling in the med center on base.Â
Base.Â
You donât ever want to see that place again. You donât want to step foot in the barracks, you donât even want to think about the clinical sterility of the buildings and the cold comfortless spaces meant for nothing more than to serve their purpose. Just like you. You served your purpose. You proved their point, even if it was never the true point of the initiative. Packs will get stronger with an omega, but it will come at the detriment of that omega.Â
The job always comes first.Â
There was a time you thought perhaps it wouldnât. Maybe they could put it all behind them and put themselves first, put you first. Then they proved they canât. They wonât even put you first when youâre at the threat of being tortured. You were hurt because they wouldnât put you first. You are hurt because they wouldnât put you first.Â
You donât care about them. You donât care about their excuses. You donât care about the bonds or the claims or the emotions.Â
Youâd be happy if they left you here. Just a few days ago you were panicking about them leaving you, about them deciding you werenât enough and abandoning you.Â
Now you wish they would.Â
âHas she said anything?âÂ
âNot much.â He sighs. âShe wonât see any of us. I can hardly blame her.âÂ
âYou made a choice, John.â Kate says, hands wrapped around her cup of coffee. âChoices have consequences.âÂ
âYou were right. Then again, you usually are.â He sips at his tea. Bitter without milk, but then again, heâd prefer a glass of whiskey right now over tea. âI donât know how to fix this.âÂ
âI donât think you can.â Kate takes a sip of her coffee. âSheâs going to decide when she wants you to fix this, if she wants you to fix it.âÂ
John lets out a sigh. âWeâre her pack, itâs our job-âÂ
âYouâve failed at your job.â Kate says, her gaze hardening as she stares at him. âYouâre good at being a soldier, youâre good at being a leader, youâre good at saving the world, but thatâs not your only job. You have a responsibility to take care of your omega, and you failed. You made your choice, and you turned your back on her. Sheâs not a soldier, John. Sheâs never been tortured, sheâs never been left for dead, sheâs never taken a life before and here sheâs been through all of that in the span of two days. You made a choice, John. You made a choice knowing damn well what the consequences would be.âÂ
He sits in silence, staring at Kate. Itâs not often she gets mad at him, the frustration evident on her face. Itâs a mirror of the anger and disappointment on the faces of his packmates. Theyâre all feeling the weight of his decision, of his mistakes. Theyâre all feeling the weight of their rapidly fraying bonds.Â
âYou have a choice to make now, John.â She stares at him pointedly. âYou pick up the pieces from this, you all take the time to recover and heal. Then what? Things arenât as simple as we thought they were, John. None of us knew what was going to happen. We were all so focused on the potential benefits that we all overlooked just how much of a detriment this would be. Your omega hasnât had a choice in anything in her entire life. Every decision has been made for her, whether or not she wanted it. She has had no say in any of this. Sheâs been nothing more than a variable in an experiment, a statistic, a number, a list of pros and cons. Sheâs been reduced down to nothing more than an object.âÂ
John winces at her words, the weight on his shoulders growing heavier and heavier. Heâs treated you as nothing more than an object, even if not directly. Leaving you so easily, yelling at you when you made an innocent mistake, letting you be tortured because he couldnât get his head out of his own arse.Â
âWe all know sheâs more than that. Far more than that. But she will never have any say in anything, unless you let her. Outside of your pack, she has nothing. In your pack? She should have the loudest voice.â Kate leans her arms on the table, shifting closer to him. âRight now she has no voice because youâve proven where your loyalties lie, and theyâre not with her. You have one more decision to make, John. Do you keep standing where you are, put the job first and wear your omega down until sheâs nothing but an empty shell? Or, do you take this chance while you have it and finally put her first?âÂ
Kate pushes herself up to stand, grabbing her cup of coffee. Johnâs not used to feeling small. Heâs used to being in charge, being the captain, being in control. People look to him, they listen to him, heâs the one everyone turns to when things go to shit to lead them out.Â
Heâs not even capable of doing that anymore.Â
âYour life as you knew it ended as soon as she was placed in your pack. Itâs up to you to decide how it continues.â Kate leaves with those heavy parting words, the door clicking shut behind her.Â
John stares down at his cup of tea, the cup half full, or perhaps half empty depending on how one looks at it. It feels more than half empty now, spilling slowly through some microscopic hole in the side. Itâll only be so long before that hole will widen, worn down by the weak paper the cup is made of, the liquid eating away at the cup until thereâs nothing but a puddle of tea on the table, slowly rolling towards the edge to dip onto the floor.Â
That microscopic hole started as soon as they left you alone for the first time, and none of them were aware enough to even notice it.Â
That hole is a gaping wound now. The contents inside turned acidic as soon as he cut you off in his disappointment, as soon as he started digging into the belly of the initiative. That acid has been eating away slowly at the fragile bonds that were in place. Fragile. They really were. No matter how strong they all thought those bonds were growing to be, they were built with fear and anxiety and uncertainty. Uncertainty of the future and what it may hold, anxiety towards a new pack and an entirely new shift in lifestyle, and fear of one day losing a pack member.Â
Bonds built upon such frailty can hold no weight should one piece fall.Â
How strong can bonds really be when you live with that knowledge, that constant fear that someone could die at any time? Someone in the pack, someone youâve bonded with, someone youâve grown a relationship with, might leave and never return because of the risks of their job. How strong can those bonds be? Was that the point of the experiments all along, the 141 and the initiative? Testing the limits a pack could be pushed to, testing if bonds could be formed in such a high stress environment and if so, how strong theyâd be? What limits would they have gone to, to test that theory? Would they have gone to the point of sacrificing one of them to test those theories, had the truth not come out when it did? One wrong decision, one wrong step in the field and everything can crumble. Would they have gone to that length to test just how a bonded pack would react, if they could still function after everything?Â
The sacrifice was you.Â
Kate is right. Youâre not part of their world. Youâre not a soldier, you havenât been conditioned to live with that fear, you canât be conditioned to live with that fear. You shouldnât have to be conditioned to live with that fear. You had no choice in this. None of it. From the moment you presented, nothing in your life would be yours. From the moment you presented, you would never make a choice for yourself again.Â
The sacrifice was you.Â
And he played right into their hands.Â
The cup is blurring as he stares at it, his eyes blinking rapidly.Â
They say an omega is the balance that holds a pack together. Itâs a delicate bond, a single thread coiled around the structure of the pack. Wear that thread down until it snaps and everything crumbles. How long have you been fraying? How long have you been silently screaming for help, desperately trying to hold the pieces of the pack together like a strongman holds two pillars up by chains? You never had chains, youâve been holding everything together with sewing thread, fighting desperately to keep the pieces from crumbling at the risk of being torn in half.Â
How long have you been silently screaming?Â
Itâs all his fault. Heâs been wearing you down, heâs been fraying that bond fiber by fiber. Heâs been standing there watching you fight to hold the pack together while screaming at him to help, screaming at him to take one of those threads and hold at least half of the weight for you.Â
Thatâs what heâs supposed to do.Â
The threads have snapped. You were torn in half by the weight and those threads are gone. Theyâre crumbling, the bonds coming undone, unraveling minute by minute, second by second. Theyâre losing each other because they lost you.Â
He covers his face with his hands, not even bothering to try and silence his sobs.Â
Something has pulled you from the sweet arms of sleep.Â
Itâs dark in the room, the only light coming from the one behind the bed. The curtains are drawn over the window, keeping you hidden from the darkness outside the window. Itâs late, or at least you think it is. You canât quite see the clock in the darkness with your one good eye. Itâs fuzzy in the darkness, too far away for you to truly find where the hands lie.Â
Shadows fill the corners of the room, oppressive and claustrophobic. The longer you stare, the bigger they seem to grow as if they might suck the light right out of the room and swallow you in darkness. The longer you stare, the more it seems like thereâs something there, something hidden in the darkness.Â
Something is staring at you from the shadows. Thereâs eyes on you, your skin prickling from the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. The more you stare into the darkness, the more the shadows begin to take shape, forming monstrous beasts just being held at bay by the light.Â
âHi, darlinâ.âÂ
No. No, no, no, no.Â
âMiss me? Itâs been a long time.âÂ
You shake your head, your heart monitor starting to beep rapidly as your heart pounds in your chest. âN-No.âÂ
Phil sits forward in the chair in the corner, his face coming into the light. It is him, blonde hair, blue eyes, that disarming grin on his face. He canât be here...unless he escaped before your pack could catch him. Did they manage to catch him? You donât know. You hadnât even thought to ask about Phil or his whereabouts. No one informed you either.Â
âNo? You didnât miss me?â He tilts his head, his eyes shining with faux hurt and disappointment. âThatâs not very nice of you to say. I thought your father taught you your manners. Have you forgotten them in the time youâve been away.â He tsks, shaking his head. âThose boys have been letting you get lazy.âÂ
Your breathing is picking up, panic starting to fill you as you stare at him. Itâs impossible. He shouldnât be here. He canât be here. He couldnât have just walked onto base and walked into the medical center, could he? Corporal McKinney fooled everyone for months and drove right off base with you in his car and no one said anything. How much would the guards at the front entrance of the base take as a bribe to let him in?Â
Why isnât your pack outside your door? Why would they let him in?Â
They had to have put out a warning. Someone should have put Philâs face everywhere, sent out a message, something.Â
He lets out a sigh, pushing himself to stand. âI guess Iâll have to teach you some manners myself.âÂ
The glint of metal catches your eye, the icepick catching the light as he steps closer.Â
âNo, no,â You shake your head, your fingers scrambling for the call button.
Not again. Please, not again.Â
Your fingers close around the call button, your thumb pushing it over and over and over again. Someone has to hear it.Â
He lifts the ice pick, reaching out for you...
Youâre being shaken. A scream tears from your lips as you struggle, trying to get away from whoever is holding you. Your body is alight with pain but you wait for more, for the ice pick to drive into your scent gland again, open the wound and light your body on fire once more. You expect it to come down again and again, filling your body with holes so you bleed out on the floor.Â
Where is your pack?
âEasy, easy. Youâre alright.âÂ
You know that voice.Â
Youâre sobbing, your brain slowly beginning to come back into consciousness. You had been asleep. You were dreaming. The light is on in the room, the harsh fluorescent a welcome presence for once. The shadows are gone, dissipated by the bright light overhead. Phil is gone, wiped away with the rest of the shadows.Â
Heâs nowhere to be seen because he wasnât there in the first place.Â
It was just a dream. It was just a nightmare.Â
Thereâs a hand on yours, gently easing your fingers from the call button. Youâre still trying to press it, your thumb moving almost automatically. You started pressing it in your sleep.Â
âYouâre okay. Breathe for me.âÂ
Itâs Dr. Kellerâs voice. Itâs her arms wrapped around you, trying to stop you from moving as much. Your body is screaming in pain, but the panic flooding your body makes you almost numb to it. The pain in your chest is screaming with every rapid inhale, tightening and tightening the more until your fingers and toes start to go numb.Â
âDeep breaths.â Dr. Keller says, her own breaths slow as she holds you. âIn and out.âÂ
The inhale catches, the air shuddering into your lungs before you hold it, trying to force your body to calm down, just like the two of you practiced so many times. The heart monitor is beeping rapidly, another thing that must have translated in your state between wakefulness and sleep when Phil had shown up. Your heart is beating rapidly, thudding in your chest almost violently. Itâs been through a lot these last few days. You wouldnât be surprised if it just gave out suddenly.Â
âPhil.â You gasp out, still trying to slow your breathing. âPhil was here.âÂ
âIt was just a nightmare.â Dr. Keller says calmly, keeping her arms wrapped around you. âNo one has come in or out of this room besides me. The guard outside wonât let anyone else in.âÂ
Guard. Thereâs someone outside the door. Your pack? No. She would have said so.
Where is your pack?
Phil was never here. It was just a nightmare.Â
The last two thoughts repeat over and over in your head like a mantra as you start to cry, sobs wracking your body. You hate it, the fear, the terror, the anguish you felt as he lifted that ice pick, ready to stab you with it.Â
âI hate it.â You croak out, voicing your thoughts for the first time in a few hours.Â
âI know.â Dr. Keller says. âItâs normal to have nightmares after a traumatic event.â She adjusts her hold on you, tucking you against her chest. âItâs your brain trying to process what happened, trying to work its way through the trauma of the last few days. Itâs cruel, but itâs a necessary part of healing.âÂ
Healing.Â
Are you healing? Can you heal after everything? The pain is intense, not just outside but inside as well. The hurt, the anger, the fear, the anxiety, the panic, the depression, the rage, the betrayal. Itâs too much. Itâs so much all at once. You hate it. You hate that this happened in the first place. You hate that you have to go through this, have to heal, have to live through more nightmares.Â
You hate your pack. Thatâs why theyâre not here.Â
For all you know theyâve left you. For all you know theyâre on a plane back to the UK.Â
Why would they want a broken, angry omega?
âI just want to be okay.â You sob, face pressed against her shoulder.Â
âI know.â She says, cradling the back of your head, keeping you tight in her arms. âI'm so sorry this happened to you. I know words can't change that it happened, words can't make it all better, but we'll get you to where you're as okay as you can be again. I promise you Iâll do everything I can to get you there.â She leans her chin on the top of your head, squeezing you against her chest. âWe'll get there, no matter how long it takes.âÂ
How long will it take? How long will your pain and suffering drag on for? Your body will heal eventually, but will your mind? Are you going to be this way for the rest of your life? Will you ever know peace again? But...have you ever really known peace? Your home growing up certainly wasnât peaceful. Your presentation wasnât peaceful, and neither was life at the institute. Being chosen by the FBI for this initiative that never existed in the first place certainly wasnât peaceful. Despite how happy you became with your pack, even that life wasnât peaceful. What little peace you thought you had was upended in the blink of an eye.Â
How easily everything crumbled.Â
Will it be possible to put it all back together again?Â
Do you want to put it back together again?Â
Alcohol is easy to find in a place like this. Soldiers gravitate towards whatever crutch they can find to erase the nightmares they live in. It numbs the pain and the brain and keeps one sane, or at least thatâs what his father used to say.Â
Of course his father would drink himself into a stupor every Friday night, and heâd wake Saturday morning still in his chair with a full breakfast waiting for him.Â
Much like his father, John has lost track of how many times heâs filled his glass.Â
Itâs been a long time since heâs gotten this drunk. He shook that habit after a shameful morning over ten years ago. Heâd just gotten back from a bad deployment, one that gets labeled as a âmission gone wrong.â It failed under his command. He lost a lot of lives, not just his fellow soldiers. Heâd drunk himself past a stupor and woke up passed out in a bush covered in vomit outside the gate with a rather angry CO over him.Â
He shook the habit after that, easing himself to just a glass every so often on those days he needs to take the edge off, on those days he needs to numb the aches.Â
Then Kyle came along. Kyle, his sweet beta with his ethical moral compass. His sweet beta who deserved a better life than what he was pulled into. Dutiful, loyal, principled. A good soldier, but a better man than John could ever be. He could fall into Kyle, bury himself under those soft touches, the soothing whispers, the comfort Kyle could offer him. The screaming in his head became less and less as he allowed Kyle to do what he was meant to do at his core.Â
Comfort.Â
Then you came along.Â
He found himself turning to the liquid medicine less and less because he could bury himself in you. He had an omega, he had someone he could lean on, someone who understood without having to be told. The bond between alpha and omega is something so sacred and special, something to be cherished.Â
And he threw it all away.Â
He downs another glass, staring at the almost empty bottle. It had been sealed when he got it, brand new and fresh. He can feel it, the fogginess of alcohol clouding his brain. The world is swirling, melting together. He canât feel much of anything anymore, yet that pain lingers deep in his chest.Â
The bond.Â
Itâs like an open wound, gaping and pulsing. Eventually itâll slow, eventually itâll give out. That bond will be cut and everything will crumble.Â
Itâs all his fault.Â
He ended things, he ended the pack, he ended the bond, he ended you.Â
Would Graves have killed you? Would Shepherd have given those orders if they pushed onward, if they caught up to him? Graves would have done it slowly, taken his time, reveled in it. They would have gotten a video of it, hours long as you were tortured to death, zoomed in on your face as the life left your eyes.Â
The thought makes his stomach churn. He wants to vomit at the mental picture of you laying there, covered in blood, those lifeless eyes staring at him. Eyes that once shone with life and happiness. Despite everything you had been happy. Despite everything that spark inside you was never extinguished. A fiery little thing that would give what they gave right back to them.Â
Now youâre not even smoldering.Â
Youâve been reduced to ashes, and itâs all his fault. Itâs all his doing.Â
He skips the glass this time, drinking straight from the bottle.
âHave you seen John recently?â Kyle asks, standing in the doorway to their temporary living quarters. Itâs a single room with two bunk beds. Far too tight of a space for their quickly souring dynamics.Â
âNo, not recently.â Johnny says, lifting his head up from his pillow. Heâs been crying again. âYou, LT?â
LT. They argued earlier...more like yelled in each othersâ faces until they had to be separated at the risk of things getting physical. Kyleâs not even sure what they had been arguing about in the first place. Probably something miniscule and unimportant. Everything seems to be setting them off like grenades. Pull the pin and watch them explode. Theyâre all on edge, all of them feeling the distance growing wider and wider despite their best efforts to stop it.Â
âNo.â Simon says simply, staring up at the bottom of the bunk over him. Heâs flat on his back, hands folded on his stomach. He looks like a corpse, might have been mistaken for one if it hadnât been for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Heâs still in his mask. He hasnât taken it off since he arrived in the field.Â
Itâs late, but none of them can sleep. None of them have been able to get much sleep since they arrived nearly two days ago. Weeks without good, decent sleep wears on the brain too.Â
âIf he comes back here, text me.â Kyle says before closing the door, resuming his search for their missing captain.Â
John has been beating himself up for nearly two days now. Kyleâs never seen his captain quite so distraught and lost. Heâs blaming himself, which in all fairness, he should be doing. It is his fault. Kyle will be the first to point blame in this situation, but none of them are truly blameless. None of them questioned it, none of them even argued with him on that decision. They followed blindly as they were supposed to for the first time in a long time. They didnât question their captain, their alpha, their leader.Â
He hates himself for it.Â
Why didnât he question it? Why didnât he argue? Why didnât he voice his opinion, fight back against that decision? He trusted his alpha when he shouldnât have, and you paid for it.Â
Heâs glad he didnât have to see you. Heâs glad he didnât have to face down the state Johnny and Simon found you in. Heâs glad he didnât have to see what you looked like even after the blood had been cleaned off and the true horror was revealed.Â
He hasnât gone to see you at all.Â
Heâs not sure he could handle it. You wonât care either way from the sound of it. Youâve been reduced to a shell, silent and empty. Youâve barely said a word since this morning, instead just lying there and staring at the ceiling according to the doctor when sheâd updated them this afternoon.
Your body will heal slowly, but your mind will remain a battleground.Â
He leaves the barracks, looking up at the dark sky. Itâs clear tonight. Heâd probably see the stars if there wasnât constant light pollution around the base. What do the stars look like here? Heâs stared up at the stars constantly in the last few weeks in places there was little light pollution. His only comfort about being away from you so long was the knowledge that you were under the same sky. Be it day or night, the stars were overhead. You wouldnât be able to see them either way, but they were shining for you too.Â
Now youâre both under the same stars, but youâre both still so far away.
He lets out a sigh, lowering his gaze. He has a job to do, a captain to find.Â
âWhere are you John?â He breathes, looking in all directions, trying to decide which way to go next. He had stopped in at the med center already, but he wasnât there. No one had seen him, even the doctor. Heâs searched everywhere he could think to search, but his captain is nowhere to be found.Â
John will kill him if he requests a base-wide search.Â
He walks around the side of the barracks, hoping maybe heâll run into John coming back this way. Usually he wouldnât bother searching for him, but with his mind how it has been, Kyle canât help but be worried. Even with the bonds fraying between them, he still has that instinctual need to make sure his alpha is okay. Instincts canât be ignored. No matter how much bonds between packs fray, instincts will always remain the same.Â
Thatâs why he still feels that urge to go and see you.Â
John will kill him if he requests a base-wide search.Â
He knows how self-destructive John can be despite how composed he makes himself appear. Heâs only seen his alpha in that state once, and he has a feeling heâs about to a second time.Â
He leans against the wall with a sigh when he reaches the other side of the barracks. Nothing. No sign of him. No texts from Johnny or Simon either. Heâd asked Dr. Keller to let him know if he shows up in the med center too, but thereâs been nothing. No word. No signs.Â
Maybe he should just give up looking. John will find his way back to the barracks eventually. Or he wonât.Â
That could be tomorrowâs problem. A distraction, a mission, something to give them purpose and force them to unite again.Â
Find their missing captain. Find their missing alpha.
He turns back around to follow the sidewalk back to the front of the barracks when he hears shuffling footsteps dragging on the concrete. He turns, squinting into the darkness between lamps as a figure stumbles through the shadows, muttering under its breath. He knows that voice, he knows that figure.Â
John.Â
John stumbles forward, nearly falling but Kyle reaches out, catching him. His mind is racing, silently checking for any blood, any sign of injury, but thereâs nothing.Â
Maybe everything is finally getting to him. Maybe his body has finally been pushed to the limit and itâs giving out. Heâs having a medical emergency.Â
âEasy, sir.â He says, trying to calm his panic as he fights to keep John upright despite Johnâs body wanting to fall the rest of the way onto the ground. Kyle takes a breath in, catching the sour scent of alcohol wafting off his captain.Â
Not a medical emergency, then.Â
He sought out some liquid comfort instead.Â
The thought makes Kyleâs chest twinge still.Â
ââS all over.â John slurs, his weight getting heavier and heavier. âEverything is over.â He turns his head, blinking slowly. âKyle?âÂ
âItâs me, sir. Iâve got you.â He slings Johnâs arm over his shoulders, making his weight easier to hold.Â
âKyle.â He slurs again, the two syllables blurring together. âToo good to me, Kyle.â John pulls his arm free, stumbling forward.Â
Kyle just manages to lessen his fall onto the concrete, making sure John doesnât smack the back of his head at least. Heâll have some scrapes and bruises tomorrow, though. Right now he probably canât even feel it. If he was responsible, heâd take John to the med center, let him sleep off the alcohol on the safety of a gurney, but that would probably just cause more problems for everyone.Â
John would be pissed when he woke up.Â
He lets out a sigh as he stands there, staring down at his captain. Johnâs on his back, eyes up and focused on the sky, hiccuping every so often. Heâs never seen his captain quite this drunk before, though he has heard stories of when John was younger.Â
âIâve killed her.â John mumbles. âIâve killed all of us.âÂ
Kyle drops to a knee beside John. âYou havenât killed anyone.âÂ
âSheâs fading away. Soon sheâll be gone.â He murmurs. âWeâll go too.â John pushes himself up to sit. âItâs all over. Everything is over.âÂ
Kyle grips Johnâs arms before he can fall back again, holding him in place. âNothing is over yet, sir. We can still do something. Itâll just take time.âÂ
John turns to look at him, his eyes hazy and far away. âKyle.â John says his name softly, reaching out to brush his fingers across Kyleâs cheek. âPretty boy.â He slumps against Kyleâs chest, his weight nearly making both of them topple over. âToo good to me, Kyle.âÂ
âI care about you a lot, sir.â Kyle says, rubbing his back. âMore than I think you realize.â He murmurs the last bit more to himself than anything. Not that John will likely remember any of this in the morning. âWe should get you in bed. Weâve got a long day tomorrow.âÂ
They do. They have to decide what to do next.Â
âCome on.â He says, hauling John to his feet carefully. John lets him, letting Kyle wrap his arm around his shoulders.Â
Itâs slow going, Kyle half dragging John back to the barracks. Heâs quiet at least, only the occasional scuffle of his footsteps as he stumbles breaking the quiet night. He gets John back to their room fairly easily, easing him into the other bottom bunk across from Simon. The room is still and silent aside from the occasional sniffle from one of the top bunks.Â
He grabs the blanket from his own bunk, draping it across John instead. Maybe in his drunk state, the scent will bring him some comfort, help ease that ache inside of him.
Heâs hoping Johnâs scent will do the same for him.Â
âItâll be alright, sir.â He says, making sure his captain is comfortable. He stands up, staring down at his Captain. âEverything will be fine.âÂ
Heâs not sure who heâs trying to convince.Â
John stares down into his tea as they sit around a table. His head is throbbing, pulsing heavily behind his eyes. Itâs his own damn fault, going out and getting drunk like that. He hasnât done it in years, yet he couldnât stand the pain gnawing away at his chest. Alcohol hadnât fixed it. Itâs still there, still pulsing away. The alcohol had only numbed it at least for a few hours, and if anything, it made it worse.Â
âKate left this morning back to DC.â He says, glancing up at the other three members of his team. âThey're still working on cleanup and helping Alex and Farah track Shepherd. I spoke with Dr. Keller this morning. Weâll be able to fly out soon.âÂ
The words hang heavy in the air. He hadnât mentioned you at all, but heâs not sure he could without breaking down. You are improving slowly, Christine had said, giving him a sympathetic look as he squinted in the harsh fluorescents. She knew. She could tell just by looking at him. Sheâs that good at her job.Â
Heâs glad they have her. Heâs glad you have her. Â
âWhere are we going tae go?â Johnny asks.Â
âWe canât go back to base.â Simon says.Â
âYouâre right. Going back to base is too risky.â John says. âShepherd could have eyes there already. And with her mind where it is...â Taking you back would be too much too soon, even without the risk. One of their own had already betrayed them once. They canât trust anyone anymore. âWe need somewhere secluded and quiet. Somewhere no one will know weâre going where we can lay low for a while.â Both out of necessity for their safety, but also for your sake.Â
It falls silent between them. Shepherd knows all of their possible safehouses, all of the places they mind go to stay hidden. Those only they know off the record are hard to get to, requiring miles of hiking. You wouldn't be up for that even without the physical injuries, and they doubt you'd let one of them carry you. If they had to get out quickly...
âMy parents have a place,â Kyle says, glancing up at them from his own cup of tea. âOut in Cornwall. A cottage near the cliffs. Itâs quiet, secluded. No one knows about it but us. Tourist season is over too. There won't be many out there poking around this time of year.â Anyone wandering around out there that close would be suspicious.
âItâs a good option.â Johnny shrugs.Â
âItâs our only option.â Simon says.Â
âItâs exactly what we need.â Kyle says. âTrying to rent this time of year will only draw attention, and we can't trust we won't be ratted out. Shepherd likely still has allies. We were betrayed by one of our own before.â Kyle says.Â
âYou're sure no one else knows about it?â John asks, looking at his beta.Â
âJust my parents and my siblings. They wouldnât ask any questions if I told them it was being used.â Kyle shrugs. âIt might be our best option.â
John looks around at them. It is their best option for now. He knows Kyle's family is just like the rest of theirs. They know they can't know and they won't ask questions.Â
âWe had a conversation once, months ago.â John says. âShe told me she wanted to live next to the sea someday. She wants to be close enough that she can smell it and see it.âÂ
He pauses thinking back months ago after Simon left, after you were so affected by his absence. That conversation when you asked if heâd ever leave for you, when he told you if your life was ever in danger because of them heâd leave in a heartbeat. Heâs made a liar out of himself. He broke his promise, so many promises, made not just to you. Not just to the pack.Â
He glances at the other three, fighting back the lump in his throat, the endless threat of tears that has been rising like the tide and threatening to drown him at any moment. Heâs made his decision, heâs made up his mind.Â
You have to come first.Â
His priorities have changed. Thereâs no initiative to follow, no orders to be given out. Kate was right. This is their moment to change things, this is his moment to change things. His pack will follow. Despite everything, theyâll trust him to make the right decision. They wonât hesitate to challenge him anymore, but thereâs still that deeply ingrained trust in their alpha and captain.Â
The alpha comes first.Â
No, the omega comes first.Â
He takes a sip of his tea, bitter without any milk, but itâll do. âShe wanted to be close to the sea.â He looks back up at the other three having made his decision. âTaking her there might just be what she needs.âÂ
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Pretty girl.. (18+)
Fem!reader, softdom!ony, bf!ony, plussize!reader katoptronophilia, you alr know what it isss! Smut so no minors.. ofc. Enjoy!!
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âHey. Look at me mamas.â Ony murmurs into your ear, so sweetly. Too sweetly, especially for the way his dick is curving up into your gummy walls, but you listen, looking in the floor length mirror in front of you, watching how sinfully delicious he looks to you. âOnyyâ fuck, i canâtâ Your whines echo around the room, your head drooping slightly.
He grabs your face by your chin, gently peppering kisses, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment, as he pounds up into your dripping cunt. "Yes you can mama, this is your dick. Take it." You swear you were gonna die when he grinned so deviously at you in the mirror, the way he lowered those pretty eyes of his at you, the way his touch has you writhing under him.
Youâve been sitting on his lap in front of this damned mirror for almost an hour, looking at him bouncing you up and down by the hips, orgasm after orgasm, and he wants you to keep looking at him?
Ony's tip was reaching spots in you that you didn't even know existed, brushing up against your cervix, eliciting moans and pants from your mouth. He nips at your neck, hand leaving your chin, snaking around to your clit, rubbing circles around the puffy folds. "Baby, Onyâ ouhhh please" You could feel his slender fingers on your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle.
"Please what? Use your voice pretty girl." He looks up at the mirror, watching his cock piston in and out of your pussy, and all you could do is drool. âHaahâ stop teasing me please.â The moan that ripped out of your throat was pure bliss, and before you could even say it, you were squirting over his digits, some of your arousal even splattering on the bottom of the mirror in front of you two.
The clear, warm arousal of yours had him fucking into you like a madman. Onyâs grip on your hip tightened as you spasm slightly, his fingers dripping. While he had your attention on him in the mirror, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of them. âTaste so fucking good mamas, need to eat you next time.â And again with that sexy gaze of his, looking directly at you this time as you nod lazily.
The way he was digging into you so deep had you damn-near screaming his name, pussy squeezing his length like a vice, milking him for all heâs got.
âMhm mhm baby. Look at me, do what I told you, look at me.â He croons into your ear, the hand thatâs not already holding you by your hips and slamming you down onto him, wraps around your torso, massaging your lovely breasts, as you come undone again.
Your moans come out wantonly, and youâre nothing but a drooling, sticky mess for him, it almost makes him wonder if itâs because you can everything in mirror? Doesnât matter, with the way heâs filling you so good and fucking you so fast, youâre seeing stars and panting.
Itâs interesting though, the way your face contorts in pleasure in the mirror to his ministrations, the way your thick thighs jiggle when you bounce on him, the tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as your back arches so sinfully, itâs too much.
And all it does is make Ony groan, and lean down to capture one of your tears on his tongue. âCâmon mama, just one more. You think you can do that fâme?â He speaks, trying so sweetly to coax another orgasm out of you.
It takes almost all the power you have to find an orgasm in you, but you donât have to do much with how attentive he is to you and your needs. Massaging and toying with your nipples, whispering praise in your ears, pushing all your buttons, just to see his pretty girl cum again, and you do. You come absolutely undone on his dick, a pretty, creamy white ring of your arousal at the base of his cock, all the while, he slows his thrusts, having cum into you more times than you both could count.
By the time the both of you have came to your senses, he finally pulls out of your pretty, fat pussy. Watching as dribbles of cum spill out of you, kissing your neck once again. âSee, I knew you had one more in you, good job mama.â He murmurs into your panting skin, side-eyeing you in the mirror, and how you tremble slightly, looking like a deer in headlights, massaging your sore thighs, admiring the fat of them.
Too tired to do anything but nod and stick a lazy thumb up, you slump on his chest, relishing in how warm he is. Ony doesnât bother with clean up right now, heâll do it sometime later, all he currently cares about is getting you into bed, especially with the way you just fell asleep on him. He picks you up from the small of your back and the back of your knees, bridal-style, before getting off the edge of the bed.
Flicking off the main lights in your shared bedroom, leaving the ambient lights on, he climbs into bed, setting you down and covering you up, holding you as you both wind down, petting your head softly, and smoking a blunt before going to bed.
That dick really fucked his pretty girl to sleep.
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Screening: Halloween (1978).
Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader (JJK).
Word Count: 3.1k.
TW: No Curses!AU, Serial Killer AU, Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Character Death, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Reader is Pregnant, Blood, Age Gap (Reader is 32, Gojo is 18), and No Actual Incest, But The Vibes Are There. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
There was a man in your kitchen.
Which, to be fair, youâd already known. Youâd only woken up because you heard something clattering on that side of your house, only gotten out of bed because the noise had gotten too loud to ignore. You figured your husband (as lovable as he was clumsy, unfortunately) had dropped something during a late-night water run and managed to hurt himself while cleaning it up, and knowing him, your pristine house would be in ruins if he tried to handle it himself. You didnât particularly care about the mess. It could wait until tomorrow â tonight, all you needed him to worry about was keeping your bed warm.
Exhausted and bleary-eyed, you didnât think to go back to bed when the noises stopped, didnât notice how eerily silent your home had grown in the absence of your husbandâs rustling. No possibility worse than a little broken glass ever crossed your mind, not until you reached the doorway, until your fickle attention caught on the dots of blood splattered across the perfectly white tiles of your floor; not very many and not very big, but still, more than you thought thereâd be. Your eyes followed them left until they grew into a trail, then a puddle, and then finally, your husband â lying on his side, crumpled against the nearest cabinet. You couldnât see where he was hurt. You couldnât see is he was breathing.
Blankly, you slumped against the doorframe, suddenly feeling both infinitely more awake and infinitely more dazed than you had the second prior. Almost involuntarily, you called out to him, only aware of the sound of your voice after itâd left your mouth. ââŠHiromi? Baby?â
âNot quite.â Your eyes shot up and through the unlit space. It seemed unthinkable that thereâd be someone else in the room, that thereâd be someone responsible for this, and yet, there he was, standing over what used to be your husband â dark stains painted across the material of his black hoodie, a knife still clutched in his right hand. The knife was set delicately onto the nearest countertop, his foot knocking into your husbandâs shoulder with a hollow, fleshy sound he stepped over him, and then, the murderer was in front of you, eyes too bright to be completely human prying into you through the darkness. âBut, you remember my name too, right?â
You didnât, but it came to you quickly. His stark white hair shouldâve been the first give-away, and yet, it took another second of staring into those horrible blue eyes to fully believe what you were looking at.
âSatoru?â
It couldnât have been. You knew it couldnât have been. Itâd been a decade since you last saw him â or, rather, since you last saw the starry-eyed eight-year-old whoâd cling to your waist and make you promise to teach him how to braid flower frowns after he was done with his daily lessons. This wasnât your Satoru. This was a grown man, covered in your husbandâs blood and holding his hands up in a show of faux-innocence as he approached you, a startlingly familiar smile already contorting his otherwise blank expression. You tried to take a step back, to retreat without turning away from him, but your heel caught on something wet and too terrible to name and you fell, landing with your back against the corridor wall. Your hands shot to your stomach instinctually, but Satoru didnât seem to notice, dropping to one knee in front of you. âOh no, did you hurt yourself?â And then, without ever letting his grin falter. âIâm sorry I made such a mess. I was just so happy to see you, and then someone else came to greet me, and I think I mightâve lost my temper. It used to happen a lot after youâd leave, tooââ
âPlease donât hurt me,â you cut in, breathless from the very first word. That, at least, got him to stop smiling.
âHurt you? Why would IâŠâ He spared a glance over his shoulder, then let out a bark of a laugh. âOh. No, no, Iâd never do that to you. Itâs justâHe was telling me to leave, and I knew youâd be so happy to see me, and I already apologized for the mess. You used to let me off the hook all the time, if I seemed sorry enough.â
He was right, you had. Youâd been young and optimistic, and his offenses had been limited to childish temper-tantrums and a few unkind comments made towards his more discipline-focused household staff. But, notably, heâd also been eight, and youâd been fired in less than a year, and heâd never killed anyone in front of you. God, this was bad. This was so, so, so bad. Hiromi was dead, and you were going to die next, and your baby wasâ
You couldnât let yourself think about that. It was all you could do to stop yourself from hyperventilating, to drag yourself out of an oncoming panic attack and back to the very real, very present threat in front of you. Satoru had already hurt someone. He could hurt you, too, even if he wasnât holding a weapon. You needed to call someone. Better yet, you needed to get away from him.
It took everything you had not to let your voice shake, to force your tongue to cooperate. You tried to remember what itâd been like to be an overconfident twenty-something taking care of a kid just a little too eager to soak in your praise, but abandoned the effort before you could make this any worse for yourself. âDoes⊠Does your family know where you are, âtoru?â
And, just like that, his smile was back in full force. Almost gleefully, he shook his head. âI donât think theyâve known for a while now, maâam.â
Fuck. That was right. You hadnât been fired â thereâd been a fire, or an accident, you couldnât remember the details. Youâd heard, months later, that Satoru had been the lone survivor, but you werenât sure what happened to him after that.
âIâm sorry, Satoru.â It was hard to feign sympathy when the love of your lifeâs body was still warm, but you managed. âBut, you still did something very, very wrong tonight, and I think we should call someone to help.â
âWell, we canât do that. Theyâd just take you away from me again.â You bit into the inside of your cheek. So he wasnât completely delusional, after all. âThatâs what my clan wanted to do. They said you were distracting me, and that youâd have to leave. I told them I didnât want you to, butâŠâ He paused, laughed. âI guess that doesnât matter, anymore.â
You opened your mouth, but Satoru didnât give you a chance to speak. Without warning, he surged forward, cupping your face in his hands, his smile taking on a manic lull. âI waited.â He sounded so proud of himself, like he expected you to congratulate him. âI couldâve come to you right away, but I was good, I waited. I knew I had to be a little older. I knew youâd always take care of me, but I had to be able to take care of you, too.â
Something heavy and sharp turned over in the pit of your stomach. ââŠI really donât need you to take care of anything, âtoru.â
âI know.â Impossibly, his eyes seemed to grow even brighter. âI want to, though. Because itâs what you did for me.â
And then, almost breathlessly, âBecause I love you.â
You were going to be sick.
You didnât know what to say. Even if you had, you wouldnât have been able to spit it out, not with your teeth grit and your throat filled with cotton. Pathetically, you tried to push him away, to stand up, but Satoru only cooed and took your attempts at resistance as a sign to move on, to move forward. You felt his arms snake around your waist only half a second before you felt him straighten against you â pushing himself to his feet and pulling you into a sort-of bridal carry, not unlike something your husband wouldâve done when he was feeling sappily romantic, which he almost always was.
Satoruâs embrace was too unwelcome to be romantic, though, too stiff to be comfortable, and worst of all, too tight to fight against as he made his way through your now-barren home. He didnât ask you for directions or try any doors. Rather, almost too confidently, he found his way to the master bedroom, the door still ajar from when youâd stumbled through it minutes prior. Unceremoniously, eagerly, you were dropped onto the center of your bed and before you had time to get away, Satoru was on top of you; a knee by your hip, a hand by your head, his mouth on yours. His teeth scrapped across your lips and clashed against yours, his tongue forcing its way down your throat as he let out a wavering, pitchy moan against your mouth. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought that Satoru wasnât a very good kisser, then felt repulsed at yourself. That wasnât something you were supposed to know. Not about Satoru.
He really had been such a sweet kid. Itâd been years since the last time you thought about him, but it wouldâve been hard to forget how heâd pouted when you told him homework came before sweets, how his eyes lit up the first time whenever you managed to convince his caretakers that heâd earned a fieldtrip, even if youâd never taken him anywhere more exciting than the local aquarium. Youâd never planned to spend the rest of your life filling-in for his perpetually absent parents, but your heart had broken just a little when one of the familyâs maids let you know that sheâd overheard future plans to let you go. Heâd gotten too attached, sheâd said. Heâs been calling you âmomâ.
âŠ
Maybe you shouldnât have been so surprised. It wasnât like this was ever going to end well for either of you.
When Satoru broke away, it was only to pull his hoodie and shirt over his head with all the grace and all the care of an overeager teenager, too desperate to get back to the act at-hand to think about impressing you. He moved to kiss you, again, but you managed to catch him by the shoulders, to hold him off just long enough to find your voice. âWait, Satoru.â He didnât, but he dropped lower, his mouth falling to your neck, then your collarbone. You felt his hand graze over your thigh, and were suddenly aware that youâd gone to bed in an oversized shirt and nothing else. âYou donât really want to do this, youâre just confused. You should take a second to catch your breath, andââ You cut yourself off with a pained hiss as his teeth dug into the upper curve of your breast. You couldnât bring yourself to wonder whether or not itâd leave a mark. âAndâ Stop.â
This time, you were forceful enough for him to glance towards your face, his eyes just barely visibly through his disheveled hair. Talking felt like choking down gravel, but you managed. âWe canât,â you said, offering your best attempt at a sympathetic frown. âIâm pregnant, âtoru.â
It was true, as little as you wanted Satoru to be the first person you told. You werenât far enough along to be showing, but his gaze immediately fell to your stomach. You counted the seconds as he stared at you, the gears turning in his head. Finally, he pulled away, his expression taking on a dream-like quality.
âYouâre so perfect,â he sighed, suddenly dazed. âMy mamaâs gonna be a real mommy.â
âMhm.â You didnât try to smile back. If you pushed your limits any further, the strain mayâve gotten to you before Satoru did. âSo, you understand why you have to leave, donât you?â
âCanât do that, pretty girl.â He ducked lower, his hands shifting to your waist. You tried to sit up, and he let you, too preoccupied settling into the space between your open legs. âSomeoneâs gotta be there to watch you extra close, now.â
And yet, watching didnât seem to be what he had in mind.
The heat of it struck you first; damp and smothering, like steam or humidity or the feeling of water in your lungs, drowning you from the inside out. He ate you out as messily as heâd kissed you; never content to be lapping at your entrance or suckling on your clit when he could be attempting to do both. His broad tongue drew aimless patterns over your cunt, fucking into your pussy with every other stroke while the bridge of his nose ground into your clit, leaving no part of you untainted, unscathed. You tried to ignore him and, when that failed, to pretend that it was Hiromi between your legs, but you couldnât spin straw into gold. Your husband had always been lovingly playful in bed, prone to pressing open-mouthed kisses into the inside of your thighs, to drawing out the letters of his name into your clit as his long, talented fingers split you open. Satoruâs fingers were too busy groping at your hips to be good for anything else, and he couldnât seem to pull himself away from pussy for much of anything, let alone something as unimportant as âcareâ or âtendernessâ. You could feel his teeth ghost over your skin, his saliva pooling at the apex of your thighs, and worst of all, you could feel yourself growing warmer, your core growing tighter, your self-control waning as you fought against the urge to buck into his mouth.
Your hands balled at the sheets underneath you, your eyes soon clenched shut in an effort to convince yourself that this wasnât happening, that you werenât here, that this wouldnât end with you cumming into the mouth of the man whoâd killed your husband, of the overgrown child who youâd once considered yourself responsible for. Tears burnt at the corners of your eyes, but if Satoru noticed your distress, he was determined to play obvious to the bitter end; only whining into your cunt as you clenched around his tongue. It was the reverberation that ultimately sealed your fate; as unintentional on his part as it was unwilling on yours. That was where your commonalities ended, though. While you sobbed and thrashed through your orgasm, Satoru basked in it, curling his tongue against the convulsing walls of your cunt, drinking down every moment of your agony.
By the time he pulled away, you were too spent to be relieved â cold exhaustion flooding into the gaps that reprieve shouldâve filled. Even that was stripped away from you, eventually, with only the effort it took him to straighten his back, to spread your legs around his waist, to free his leaking cock from his jeans â a visibly damp spot now staining the dark material. You tried to scramble back, to roll over, but Satoru caught you by the hip with one hand while the other pressed the head of his cock to your entrance, the ghost of contact alone hot enough to burn. âW-Wait,â you tried, before things got as bad as they possibly could. âSatoru, the babyââ
âI know,â he cut in, flashing you a reassuring smile. âIâll be careful. I promise, nothingâs gonna hurt you or my little brother ever again.â
You wanted to scream. You mightâve, if he hadnât chosen that moment to push into you, only stopping when his hips pressed into yours and he couldnât possibly make this any worse.
The physical sensation mightâve been bearable, on its own. You already knew you were never going to recover mentally, but Hiromi was thicker with a more pronounced curve, even if Satoru probably beat him for length by an inch or so. If itâd just been the physicality, the dizziness heat, the nauseating stretch from your cunt to your core, but you mightâve been able to deal with it, but Satoru was so damn loud â disassociating wouldâve been too difficult to warrant the effort, if not out-right impossible. He whined as he rutted into you, slotting his just chest against yours and burying his face in your neck, his tongue running mindless over the side of your throat. âIâI thought about practicing,â he muttered, forcing himself to speak between raspy groans and hitched whimpers. âI tried to, because I knew youâd be sâso good at this, but I couldnât do it, not if it wasnât for you, orââ You felt him twitch inside of you, and everything seemed to turn to static. When you came back to yourself, he was still ranting, still rambling senseless into your jugular vein. ââI love you. You were always so pretty, and nice, and I love you. I love you. I love you.â
He repeated that same senseless mantra until the words began to slur and crack. You didnât want to touch him, but his pelvic bone scraped over your clit and you lashed out on instinct â your fingers soon tangled in his hair, your nails biting into his scalp. Satoruâs whimpers were immediately replaced by full-bodied moans only slightly stifled by your skin. Numbly, you were aware that similar (albeit, much more pained) noises were falling past your own lips, that your pussy was soaking in the stimulation your conscious mind rejected, but you could only bring yourself to acknowledge what that meant as your second orgasm crested, as you let what you could only distantly acknowledge as pleasure wash over you. Satoru followed in-suit a few seconds later, making no attempt to pull out as something searing and thick and awful flooded into.
You supposed you shouldâve been thankful that he couldnât get you pregnant. Maybe youâd find the energy for gratitude, later on.
Satoru never really pulled away. He only drew back, allowing for enough distance been you and him to smile, to kiss your forehead â the same way youâd kissed his, when he shared his never-ending supply of candy or scraped his knee. He lingered there, nuzzling against you, one of his hands drifting to your stomach and settling there.
âI missed you,â he muttered, with a shallow sigh. And then, for the hundredth time, âI love you.â
Had you not been able to feel every last inch of his wide, fanged grin biting into you, you mightâve actually believed it was true.
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Grease (the tragedy)
âCareful, those marks on the floor arenât just oil and paint.â
jeon wonwoo x reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings: smut [minors DNI], fluff, angst, mechanic!wonu, annoyances to lovers, blind date gone wrong but then gone right, kissing, clit stuff, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking (oop), this all happens at a desk LMAO, title is a what I thought was a funny spin on how people say "grease (the musical)"....has nothing to do with the musical though but lots to do with actual grease!!!
synopsis: In which you have to sit through one of the worst dates of your life, followed by the insistent tug of fate and compulsion that lead you straight back to where you'd sworn you'd never go.
[a/n]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE CAMOTHY @highvern everyone go say happy birthday to cam or ill appear in your room at night đ« anygays HAVE FUN READING THIS I hope this is all the sexy wonu content you wanted, I cant wait for your reaction hehehhehe
and also bigbigbigbig thank you to jessifer @the-boy-meets-evil for proofing this for me!!! ily heh
and and to everyone reading this who is not cam, I hope you enjoy reading mechanic!wonu as much as I liked writing him heheh PLS REMEMBER TO REBLOG AND TELL ME UR THOTS it could be in the tags, replies, an ask literally anything!!!! id love to hear what you guys think!!!!
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 [You]: do you think he died on the way [Liv]: hes still not there??? [You]: what do you think????? [Liv]: let me ask Amelia [You]: dont bother [You]: he can show up whenever he wants im leaving in 5 [Liv]: you promised youâd sit thru this!! [You]: sit thru what? an empty seat across from me???
Liv doesnât respond immediately, and you immediately know sheâs buggered off to ask her cousin why your date still wasnât here.Â
Itâs not like you couldnât have asked him yourself, the sparse textbox sitting just under Livâs contact. You open it to inspect the contents.Â
[livâs cousinâs something]: Amelia gave me your number [livâs cousinâs something]: friday night at the sage&salt at 7Â [livâs cousinâs something]: is that okay [You]: uh hey [You]: yeah thatâs fine
Today 7:20 PM
[You]: im here?
The first thread of texts were enough to make you feel like this was some cold business meeting instead of a date, knowing wherever this would lead would be either the city dump or off a cliff. Liv was hearing none of it, taking the guilt tripping route, saying sheâd already committed and her cousin was irritating enough even without a scuffle.
So when Friday evening came around youâd pulled on the first dress your fingers could find, took all of ten minutes fighting with your makeup to make it look like you did something and left the house with zero expectations.Â
Despite that, as you see a man walk into the establishment dressed like heâd gotten into a fight with a squid and a paper shredder, you feel the stone in your chest tank into the abyss. Zero expectations, and heâs somehow managed to strike out anyway.Â
The jacket looks like heâs put it on as a weak cover for the grime stains on his shirt and trousers, a couple jet black splatters across the outfit to really pull the whole thing together. Itâs not like he looked homeless or anything, his face surprisingly handsome with his hair pushed away from his forehead. Although he remains looking like heâd been playing football in some neighbourhood parking lot before remembering he had an adult appointment too.Â
Youâd never seen the man in your life, but your gut told you this was the shit texter whoâd kept you waiting for nearly an hour. He seems to notice too, eyes locking from across the restaurant as the waitress leads him to your table.Â
âWonwoo,â you greet with a difficult smile, half sure it came out as a grimace. âRight?â
âYeah,â he huffs as he practically slams back down on the chair, and you wonder for a moment how the legs didnât give out. He says your name and you nod. âSorry Iâm late, I got a call in the parking lot.â
Heâs been in the parking lot this entire time?!
Itâs like youâve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, yet somehow needing to give him a shaky reply anyway.Â
âOâoh, I see.â
The waitress saves you from spitting in his face when she asks if you were ready to order.Â
Dinner was off the table, as you discussed with Liv who forwarded it to her cousin to herâwhoever it was that set up this god awful dateâand agreed on dessert and perhaps a drink.Â
âIâll have the chocolate cake,â you request in an attempt to make this somewhat better. You consider for a moment before asking for a drink as well, âAnd a dry gin martini, please.â
âUm,â he staggers as he barely skims the menu, ultimately flipping it closed. âIâll have the same, I guess.â
Deep voice. You mightâve liked that if you werenât already so peeved.Â
The waitress disappears with the menus, leaving you two alone for the first time.Â
âSo,â you start with an exhale. âHow do you know Amelia?â
âHer husband.â
âI see.â
Silence.Â
âHow do you know her husband?â
He sighs like this is all inconveniencing him, and it irks you to an irrespective degree. Like you wanted to be here either.Â
âHe brings his car to the workshop alot, became friends somewhere along the line.â
âWorkshop?â
He looks a little startled, cocking his head to the side. âIâm a mechanic? Did Oliviaâwas itânot tell you?â
âNo, she didnât.â
Itâs silent yet again as the man across from you refuses to elaborate. You curse as you ask him a follow up question. If there was anything you hated more than shouldering a dead conversation, it was sitting through an awkward silence.Â
One hour. Youâd sit through this for one more hour and then youâd leave.Â
âWhat kind of cars do you work on?â
âExpensive ones,â he answers. You mightâve kicked yourself if heâd ended it at that, but he continues with a purse of his lips. âOnes that rich people abuse to an inch of the machineâs life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it. Vintage pieces too.â
âHave I heard of it?â
âThe cars?â
âNo, I mean,â you let out a breath. âYour workshop.â
âJeon Motors, just a couple streets down actually.â
You did know what he was talking about, not expecting to recognise it through the empty question, passing by it on multiple occasions in this part of the city.
âOh, Iâve seen it a few times.â
âYeah, weâve been there for a while.â
âFamily business?â
âUhâsort of.âÂ
âOkay,â you sigh in an irritated laugh. This was going to be a very difficult hour. âKeep that to yourself too.â
âIs there a problem?â
Just as you lift your eyes to lock with his, a ready yes, there is actually a problem on your tongue, thereâs an intrusion.Â
âHere are your chocolate cakes,â the waitress places the cakes down, and then the drinks. âAnd your dry gin martinis. Do you guys need anything else?â By the time the waitress is gone youâve somewhat forced yourself to put that sudden surge of flames out, to a degree at least.Â
âOkay,â he sighs, grabbing his glass and downing nearly half the contents. He emerges, wiping a bit of a spill from the corner of his mouth. âLetâs get this out of the way.â
âHm?â Heâs speaking to you with a very weird surge of intensity, and it confuses you.
âNeither of us wanna be here. Youâre clearly trying to be hospitable but Iâd really rather you not, especially when weâre both doing this to get our respective ticks off our hides.â
There isnât much you can do but stare at him.Â
âHave I misjudged your advances?â he asks over his glass, sharp eyes piercing.Â
âNo!â you yelp, reaching for your drink yourself, taking big sips only to emerge sputtering and heaving.Â
Your date looks like heâs rising out of his chair when you raise a hand to stop him.Â
âNo,â you repeat, less jumpy this time. âI guess we couldâve cleared that out from before.â
Did heâŠsnort?
âSorry.â Dropping his chin to his chest, he composes himself.Â
âWhat?â you ask, remaining annoyed as ever.Â
âNothing.â
That does it. You slam your now empty glass down on the table, slipping your fork out of the napkin a little forcefully, the metal glinting in the light of the restaurant. You dig into a corner of the cake and shove it in your mouth.Â
If he was gonna be rude, you could be too.Â
âI donât know about hospitable.â You swallow. âBut I assumed not being an ass was kind of an unwritten rule for any situation really. Including the ones youâd rather not be in.â
Wonwoo stares at you with a blank face, his cake untouched. âIâm being an ass. My laugh couldnât have offended you that much.â
âSo you did pick that up,â you comment. âWith the way this conversationâs going I wouldâve thought it flew right over your engine.â
âIâd argue your laugh was the least offensive thing youâve done tonight.â You plunge your fork into your cake again. âBut clearly weâre in different realms of etiquette.â
Your eyes meet the rough stains on his attire, and then his own that bore into yours like a challenge. The cake isnât too sweet, rich just the right amount and texturally sound. Maybe something good did come out of this fiasco.Â
âOkay fine,â he announces, sitting up straighter. âI apologise.â
âFor laughing?â
âAnd for being obscenely late.â
âAnd?â
âAndâŠâ he genuinely looks like heâs struggling to figure it out, but catches your eyes flickering to his tattered and stained outfit. âAnd for my entirely inappropriate dressing sense. Youâll have to forgive me for that one, oil and grime are my spoils of war.â
âWear it like a badge, mister mechanic, but perhaps somewhere itâs appreciated.âÂ
Wonwoo has already finished his drink, his cake remaining untouched. âYouâre quite adamant on disliking me.â
âAnd youâre quite adamant on being a horrid conversationalist.â
The corners of his mouth lift the slightest bit. Opening his mouth to respond, you cut him off. âCars donât talk? Or perhaps, machines are easier to understand?â
âMore like I donât care to be personable.â
âThat canât be good for business.â
âThe cars speak for themselves.â
Heâs a weird one. Even more so when he offers to pay the entire bill, promising you he wasnât lying when he said he was good at what he does, and to âmake up for lost personality points.â You manage to pay your half anyway, considering the circumstances.Â
âCan you at least let me drive you home?â Wonwoo asks as you both step out of the establishment soon after.Â
âDepends.â You fix the strap of your bag. âWill it fall apart on the highway?â
The blaring white of the restaurant's outdoor lights backlight Wonwoo to make him look like some sad angel. He turns to you, the same slight smirk that seems to be plastered on his face. âWhy donât you find out?â
âWhat do you mean sell it? I got this thing a year ago!âÂ
There isnât much you can do but sigh loudly as you listen to Olivia talk about the state of her car, the one that cost too much to justify but she seemed to use and abuse like a very replaceable toy truck.Â
Leaning against the hood of the darn thing, you talk to her. âThe dealership is giving you a shit deal to take it off your hands, you might as well try your luck.â
The look on her face is easy to read as she silences. Not convinced in the slightest, waiting for the conversation to end just so she could figure it out on her own. Sighing loudly, you look back to the dark beauty with a crate of issues that make it spit and sputter to a stop every few weeks.Â
âHow much did you say the repairs cost again?â
âEnough to put me on food stamps,â she whines through her frustration, tears pricking against her eyes as they glisten under the neighbourhood streetlights. âWhy are you smirking like that?!â
âItâs just,â you pause as you consider your next words, pressing your lips together. âThis is a little bit your fault.â
Lies, it was entirely her fault.Â
Liv stares like youâve just offended her, which youâre sure you have.
âCare to share how this possible bankruptcy could be my fault?"
âBecause you drive the thing like you have a secret reserve buried somewhere in Tenerife.â
âMy apologies for making a habit of not being a public nuisance and going forty on a national highway.â
âYour speed-o-metre is not the issue here.â
âYes, of course, everythingâs my fault.â
âLiv, please!â You groan loudly. âJustâŠletâs try putting up a listing tomorrow. Consider the prospects and you can decide from there.â
Sagging her shoulders and stretching her neck, Liv decides to simply trudge back indoors in silence. You take it as a begrudging yes, and follow her inside.Â
That very night, when you were at the very cusp of falling into the dark space of sleep, your brain re-awakens before your eyes do. A jolt as the memory comes back to you of the many months ago, sitting in that restaurant across from a man who was too handsome for the personality he seemed to sire.Â
âExpensive ones,â he had said. âOnes that rich people abuse to an inch of the machineâs life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it.â
How fitting.Â
âAre you going to explain or should I explode instead?âÂ
Youâd mentally prepared for the bombardment of accusations from Liv, her questioning perfectly right as you yourself cringed at the thought of showing your face here of all places. The one last one thatâd officially banned her from ever setting you up with an individual of her choosing ever again.Â
Hearing only silence as her answer, she appeals; âI thought he was the worst date of your life.â
âNothing to do with his skills as a mechanic,â you mumble, refusing to make eye contact.Â
âAnd everything to do with this being a horrible idea anyway!â Liv stares up at the sign on top of the garage. Jeon Motors. âWhat makes you think this guy can fix my car?â
What did make you think he could fix Livâs car? If youâd known you might have given her an answer, but as you stare at the giant signboard that youâve driven past for longer than you can remember, you canât help but feel this place has been haunting you. Just a little.Â
You canât help but feel the tingle of goosebumps rise on your skin, the hairs across the expanse standing up at the thought of walking inside. There was no way you could differentiate the reaction from plain nerves or from the cringing drills that sound all the way outside the establishment. Regardless, you make an attempt to look confident as you make your strides into the pungent of the workshop.Â
The first thing you note is howâŠclean everything is. Cleaner than any other workshop youâve walked into anyway.Â
The interior is bigger than it looks from the outside, the ginormous hall hosting about a dozen cars within your eyeshot alone. One side of the great hall holds an array of parked cars in different stages of dismantled and deconstructed, while the other side is lined with contraptions that look like stripped and enlarged elevators.Â
Once youâve inhaled a beyond recommended amount of smoke fumes and listened past all of the clanging, banging and sparks, you register the people that are elbow deep in the hoods of the vehicle theyâre working on, enough to leave you and Liv standing at the entrance of an establishment that you can barely make sense of.Â
âCan I help you?â A man in stained beige overalls approaches your wide eyed pair, face half covered in his baseball hat and hands occupied with a rag.Â
To your slightest dismay, it isnât the man youâre looking for.
âUhâ is Wonwoo here?â you ask.Â
âHeâs in a meeting right now. Are you a friend?âÂ
No, just a failed love interest.
âHe,â you falter. If you werenât a friendâŠthen what were you? âHe gave me his card.â
âDo you need help with your car?â
âMine, actually,â Liv pipes. âItâs outside if you wanna take a look first.â
With one sweeping look across the warehouse, your eyes land on one of the few doors on the left. You register the plain look of it for barely a moment before joining Liv outside.Â
By the time her car has been rolled and parked inside for a more thorough inspection, itâs taken you every last grain of your willpower to not stalk back out and wait in your car. For whatever reason, you canât help but feel a very familiar spasm of irritation spark through you. Here you are, left anxiously waiting for the same man for a second time, merely feet away but remaining occupied with more important things.Â
At the very least, the multiple hands prodding around the carâs engine were being somewhat of use, attempting to survey the same issues that had been looked at about a dozen times before. You silently promise to be a better person if this trip wouldnât be for vain. Â
âAm I late for something again?âÂ
Your throat is suddenly clogged as you open your mouth and no sound graces your presence. The face that meets you has his eyebrows raised as he stares at you in expectation, a ghost of a smile on his face.Â
âWâWonwoo, hi, um.â You clear your throat loudly, heat cursing your cheeks. âNo, of course not.â
âTo what do I owe the pleasure afterâŠfour months?â he asks, hands on his hips and his back straightened.
âIâŠmy friendâs car needed to be looked at soâŠâ
âAh, of course!â He turns to where youâve motioned, looking at the popped hood of the car his employees are working on. âIâll take a look at it myself, donât worry about it.â
Heâs already walking away, towards the car and leaving you a ways away from the action. You stare at his back; the overalls tied at the waist and the stained white T-shirt that clings to his form from the humidity.
Wonwoo remains a man of a few words, and you remain at wits end about it all.Â
A loud honk gives you something to do as you jump at the sound so up close, scrambling to move away from the smack centre as another car pulls into the garage.Â
âCareful, those marks on the floor arenât just oil and paint.â Wonwoo snickers from his place hunched over the hood as he cranes his neck to look at you.Â
You walk over to where he is to get out of the way. âWas that meant to sound like an innuendo?â
âI was talking about the occasional running over someoneâs foot,â he answers. âNot sure what you were thinking.âÂ
Ignoring the jab, you note that it was now only you and him crowding the car, âWhereâs Olivia?â
âWent to look at spare parts.â You watch him as his gloved hands reach further into the enclave and yank at something hard.Â
âSo you can fix it?âÂ
âThe car? Itâll take a couple days but itâs not really an issue.â
Furrowing your brows, you press on, âBut the dealershipââ
âDealerships are the spawn of the devil,â he grunts as he finally wrenches out a spare nut or bolt or something thatâs covered in oil. âLet me guess, they wanted her to sell it back to them?â
Itâs your turn to raise your brows. âYes. They tried fixing it, but it'd just stop again.â
âBecause theyâve been fixing the symptoms.â He raises his eyes to meet yours, hands occupied with rubbing the part in his hands relatively clean with a rag. âThey havenât bothered to do anything about the actual problem.âÂ
âBecause thatâs gonna costâŠ?â
âCouple hundred, give or take,â he announces nonchalantly, turning his focus back to the engine.Â
âButââ Thatâs it?
âFifty extra for every question I have to answer after this.â You briefly wonder if Wonwooâs eyes were always this piercing, boring into your soul like he didnât need words to know what was going on with you.Â
âFine,â you huff, moving to drag a chair over, mostly just so you could have reason to break eye contact, and plop down as you watch him work.Â
The more you think about it, the more you can find yourself unbothered by his strange behaviour. He wasnât bleak, but nowhere near one of the more interesting people youâve met. Taking the opportunity to really scan the man head to toe, you canât say you find anything truly concrete to be this put off by him.Â
Not much of a talker, but with the times youâve prayed for a man that knew when to shut up sometimes, you wonder how much you can actually complain about this boon in particular.Â
Besides, he was a looker, and you were completely content shutting your trap if it meant you got to shamelessly ogle at him from this close.Â
âYou know, this place looks bigger than it does from the outside.â
Wonwoo stares pointedly.Â
You raise a shoulder in nonchalance, âWasnât a question!â
He simply huffs as he mumbles, âMore length than breadth I suppose.â
âWhat are those things called?â you ask as you watch a sedan get lifted into the on some platform on the other end of the row.Â
Glancing back, he answers, âPost lift, car lift, whatever you wanna call it.â
âWhat does it do?â
âTake a wild guess.â
âTouchĂ©.âÂ
Glancing back at him, you catch sight of his stained shirt once again. âIs that the same thing you wore to our date?â
Chin to chest, he registers what heâs wearing, hands still working on pulling bolts and boxes out of the hood. âHave about twenty of the same shirt, I can never be too sure.â
âYouâre impossible.â
He smirks, âTouchĂ©.âÂ
You questioned if this was a mistake.Â
Olivia could pick up her car herself, so why did you insist to be the one that did it? As you pay the taxi driver, you feel your ankles lock for a moment as you move to slip out of the cab. Frozen, you hear the driver ask you if everything was alright, to which your legs seem to work again, finally foot to gravel in front of the dreaded workshop.
The Jeon Motors sign blares the same as it always has in the afternoon light, glinting as it encourages you to walk in and do one of the stupider things youâve done in life. Other than the ridiculous outfit youâve put on, of course.Â
But alas, as you hand over your slip to one of the many mechanics in the workshop, you find yourself praying he wasnât here after all, that perhaps you could miss him as you leave and never have to see him again.Â
Somebody yells out his name, and the dream drifts away like smoke.Â
Finding the courage, you look up to where the man shouted for him, and immediately wish you hadnât.Â
Wonwoo remains in his overalls, the same ones that he had tied to his waist the last time you saw him. His undershirt howeverâŠ
The tank top is revealing too much for you to pretend you donât care, his hair remaining pushed back and away from his forehead as he walks over to you in what feels like slow motion. He takes the slip that he does not need, smiling at you as he says his hellos.Â
âCarâs all fixed up, just need some papers that need signing and youâre all set.â
âOh, but Liv isnât here today.â
âThatâs alright, you can sign them too,â he reassures, motioning for you to walk with him towards the car. âThe car was alright in the test drives, revving hasnât caused any problems either.â
He halts in front of the now (supposedly) fixed black sedan and pats the hood lightly, âIf anything happens tell her to bring it straight here, although it shouldnât have any more problems.â
âWhatâs your rate of return on customers?â you ask, a slight smirk on your face.
He thinks for a moment, âPretty crap. But I guess that means Iâm doing something right.â
You consider yourself something of a helicopter parent when it comes to your own car, but perhaps youâd change that if it meant youâd get to come here a little more often.Â
Goodness, whatâs gotten into you.
Wonwooâs smiling too, and for a brief moment the silence is nearly awkward. A pause before he proposes leaving.Â
âShall we go to the office then?âÂ
Nodding eagerly, you trail behind him as he leads you towards the other end of the workshop, passing by even more cars in all their stripped or constructed glory. Glancing in front, you catch sight of Wonwooâs back, ensnared for a moment before you snap your head away, reciting every curse word you know like a mantra.Â
âItâs less hot in here too, keep the air on all the time.â Wonwoo stands in front of the plain doors, hands on the handle to wrench it open. You recognise it as the same door you had noted a few days ago. âWould you like anything? Coffee, tea?â
âUm, just water is fine, thanks.â
Itâs quite plain, beige and leather against cream walls and unfittingly white lights. Thereâs a desk on one corner thatâs beyond cluttered with more papers than you can register, pens and other office supplies mixed into the disorganised chaos of the large tabletop.
âSorry about the mess, I can never find time to sort through it.â To your surprise, the light tinge of his cheeks suggest he might actually feel a little embarrassed.Â
Cute.Â
Thereâs cabinets that line on one of the far walls, and you watch him take his gloves off to open it and reach for a cup. The white porcelain emerges stained with an ashy grey as his fingers betray him. He looks flustered, glancing at his hands and back up to the cabinet.Â
You canât help but laugh a little, moving forward to help. âItâs alright, let me.â
âSorry,â he apologised again, with a sheepish look on his face. âIâll, um, wash this off.â
âGo on, Iâm here,â you reassure as you move towards the water dispenser in the corner to fill your clean cup.Â
He returns with significantly cleaner hands and apologises one last time. âSeems all I do around you is apologise.â
You have the good humour to chuckle, âSo Iâve noticed.â
He does well to clear out most of the clutter thatâs on his desk, leaving enough room to set down a few pieces of paper as you take a seat on the opposite side.Â
As you scan through the papers, he attempts to make sober conversation. âYou shouldâŠbring your car around for inspections if you want.â
âOh? Even if I ask a million questions?â
âI can make an exception or two,â he grins.Â
âAnd if you charge me double?â
âMight not charge you at all.â
âMight?â you question as you lift the pen heâd given you to sign the first space.Â
âMight.â
âAnd whatâre the conditions for that?âÂ
He doesnât answer as he ponders and you fill in the second blank. âIâll have to think about that.â
You snort before you can help it, your last signature coming out a little wonky as your hands shake. Turning the papers over to him, you continue, âWell then, let me know when you figure it out.â
He stares pointedly as he accepts the papers before dropping his eyes again, âCan I?â
âHm?â
âCan I? Let you know?âÂ
Itâs like youâve been frozen over, the typewriter in your mind jamming as it punches out the implications of what heâs saying.Â
âIt seems, at least to me, that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,â he continues.Â
You hesitate. âI think so too.â
âIâŠI donât want to put anything like pressure on you butââÂ
âWould you like to try the new gelato place downtown this week?â you ask finally as you save him from his misery. âIfâŠyouâd like.â
He looks stunned for a moment before heâs scrambling, âOhâof course! Yes, anytime is fine with me.â
âGreat,â you smile, lifting from your seat. âItâs a date.â
âIâll promise to wash my hands this timeâŠand my shirt. And I wonât be late.âÂ
âLetâs not make promises we canât keep,â you tease.Â
Youâre nearing the door as he follows behind, and just as youâre about to pull down on the handle, you hear him say your name.Â
Turning around, almost too eagerly, you look up at him in expectation. Heâs close, almost right behind you as he looks like heâs debating whether opening his mouth is a good idea.Â
âAre you doing anything else today?âÂ
âUm,â you stutter for a moment. âI donât have to drop off the car till later tonight, thatâs all really.â
He swallows. âDo you wanna stay? Just a little while. We can stay in here, nobody comes in anyway.â
You arenât entirely sure why you said yes, because you did actually have dinner plans with Liv later tonight, but the teeny tiny voice in your mind egged you on anyway. Besides, Liv wouldnât mind, not if you were cancelling for this.
This entailed the very friendly contact of Wonwooâs tongue in your mouth, and the extremely cordial way it seemed to caress your insides. If somebody asked you how it led to this, you donât think youâd have an answer. Not that you care, especially when his hands are grabbing your waist and hips like that.
Heâs already locked the door, reassuring you that nobody would find their boss and client in the smack dab middle of the devilâs tango. You take his word for it, relishing in the way his hot breath hits your skin below your ears, his mouth sucking under your earlobes as you whimper ever so quietly.Â
Your hands are on his exposed biceps, feeling him up all to your heart's content. âDo youâDo you always wear stuff like this?â
He emerges, wet lipped and eyes trained. âSo I wasnât imagining it.â
âImagining what?â you ask as you let him unbuckle your trousers.
âPlease. Like you werenât stripping me with your eyes.â
If you were warm before you, you're boiling up now. Were you being so obvious?
âItâs alright,â he reassures as you feel his fingers make contact with the crotch of your panties, pushing in to put pressure on your clit. âWouldnât be here if I hadnât picked up on it.â
You feel his fingers push the dampening fabric away as his fingers make contact with your hole, coating his fingers in the arousal thatâs made itself known. Itâs hard to not hiss at the way he begins to circle it, thanking the universe that the loud noises of the workshop outside were masking whatever evidence of the heinous crime you were committing inside.Â
Back against the couch in his office, you settle into the cushions once you feel him rub at your clit, one hand spreading your lips apart as he continues to massage your own wetness onto your throbbing cunt.Â
When he retreats you almost cry out, but are smothered when he plunges two fingers into your hole instead, curling them almost immediately inside you. The consistent brush of the tips of his fingers on your walls are making it difficult to keep your eyes open, and absolutely impossible to keep your moans at bay.Â
âWonwoo, thatâs so good, fuck.â
Through your closed eyes, you donât note when Wonwoo gets on his knees. But you do feel him yank your trousers off entirely, and you definitely feel him place his wet mouth flush on your lower lips, sucking at your clit as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you mercilessly.Â
Thatâs all it takes for your noises to become increasingly high pitched, hands buried in his beautiful hair as he continues to pleasure you beyond imagination.Â
âIâm so close, keep going, please, it feels soââ
He somehow buries his face in deeper, sucking harder, licking faster, and itâs enough for you to finally feel yourself collapsing on the inside, your composure dissolving as you moan so loud youâre sure they can hear it outside, even through all the clanging and revs of cars.Â
Thereâs no way for you to know how long you lay there slumped against the couch cushions, but when you hear Wonwoo speak to you in your ear, you answer.Â
âWas that okay?â
âMore than okay,â you say as you grab his face and pull his lips to yours, tasting the tang in his mouth from your arousal. âDo you have a condom?â
âIâfuck,â he thinks for a moment. âI donât think I do.â
You try not to feel too disappointed, but you sigh into his mouth anyway.Â
âCan I fuck your thighs?â you hear him ask, and you might have just orgasmed again, untouched.Â
âFuck, yes you can.âÂ
With a yelp, you feel yourself lifted off the couch as you wrap your arms around Wonwooâs neck, letting him guide you to his desk. âWonwoo!â
You hear a loud crash of the desk being stripped of all its inhabitants, and your back hitting the cool of the table top.Â
Wonwoo unties the arms of his overalls around his waist, letting the legs pool to the floor before slipping his hard cock out of his boxers.Â
You donât see it as you feel him lock your knees together and lift both your calves to rest on one of his shoulders. But you do feel it as he pushes the head into the seam of your thighs, watching the indent as the pink of his dick appears before you through the skin of your thighs.Â
Wonwooâs face is contorted as he pulls back and pushes back through again, this time brushing against your still sensitive clit. You gasp at contact, and immediately feel him thrusting faster.Â
âWonwoo,â you grunt. âLower.â
He obliges, pushing his dick lower so it can rub flush against your clit as he begins to roughen up his pace.Â
You moan as you feel his free hand that isnât holding your legs trail to the ends of your shirt, caressing over your stomach to pull it up and reveal your bra clad tits. He pushes his hands under the nearest cup and begins to grope you so wonderfully with his big, warm hands. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you can only grasp onto his wrists as a handheld to keep you down on earth.Â
The desk beneath you is rattling with noise, the full drawers making themselves known as Wonwoo pounds into your thighs like he would die if he stopped, mouth coming in contact with whatever skin of your legs he could reach, his breath fanning the side of your knees.Â
Youâre close again, and you know he is too with the way his thrusts are beginning to grow sloppy.Â
âThere,â he pants. âAlmost.â
You orgasm for the second time, the throb your clit beyond comprehension as the rough of his dick slides across your clit mercilessly.Â
âCum like this, Wonwoo please I need to see you cum.â
And he does, shooting the heft of his load to cover your already wet cunt and thighs, landing on your stomach as he continues to ride out his high between your legs.Â
The back of your head hits the table as you take in gulps of air through the aftermath of it all. Wonwoo is putting his weight on the back of your thighs, holding onto the table for support.Â
âOh, Liv is never gonna let me live this down,â you pant, lolling your head to one side as you register him.Â
He peers up at you through his hair, the stupid smirk on his face, âDo you care?â
Youâre smiling a little too when you answer, âNot really.â
And then your legs are off his shoulders as he nestles between them instead, diving in to lift your head and kiss you.Â
And you let him, although you wouldnât really call it too much of a kissânot when the both of you were smiling like idiots through the clash.Â
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A Little Sugar Goes a Long Way
Summary: youâre in need of some sugar and go to see if your neighbor Hyunjin can lend you some.
Pairing: Hyunjin x fab reader
Genre: strangers to lovers au, smut-18+MDNI
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: teasing, filthy kissing, oral sex ( m and f receiving), masturbation, nipple play, pussy slapping, cum swallowing, cum tasting, cum swapping, unprotected sex (donât), squirting, creampie
Notes: a little break from my spooktober fics. I just canât get enough of hyunjin. spooktober will resume tomorrow!
If you enjoyed, please consider a like, comment, reblog as it keeps me motivated!
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
âFlour, butter, baking powder, milk, salt, canola oil, sugarâŠâ
You frantically looked through your cabinets, looking for the white sack that was needed to complete your recipe. You searched everywhere, but couldnât find any, panic slowly setting in.
âShit,â you muttered under your breath, slamming the last cabinet shut.
You were in the process of baking a cake for your friendâs birthday party tomorrow and you were missing the star ingredient. You really didnât feel like going to the store, having to battle the crowd shopping for their own needs, being shoved this way and that as you tried to get to the aisle you needed.
You crossed your arms and tapped your foot, thinking how you could obtain the sugar. You could have it dropped to your house, but that could take longer than necessary, and plus the delivery fee was bound to be more than the cost of the sugar itself, not to mention having to tip the driver.
You were lost in thought, the idea of going to the store becoming more realistic with each passing second. Right as you decided on your decision, you remembered your neighbor Hyunjin. He recently moved in, but usually keeps to himself, with you only seeing each other in passing when youâre both on your way to work.
You could see if he had some sugar, just enough for your recipe. Making your way to your door, you slid into some shoes and grabbed your keys, leaving to go next door. It was a nice day, the sun shining, no clouds in sight. You made your way down the sidewalk and over to Hyunjinâs house, walking up the steps to his door.
Taking a breath, you rapped your knuckles on the door three times and quickly dropped your hand to wait. A minute passed and then two, with no one answering the door. You were about to turn around to return home, assuming he was out when the door swung open, a disheveled Hyunjin on the other side.
âOh, hi,â you said, turning to face Hyunjin as you took him in. He was wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt splattered with different colors, and his hair up in a ponytail. You forgot how easy he was on the eyes.
He looked at you for a moment, his eyes wide as he tried to place where he knew you from. It was starting to get a little awkward until there was recognition in the brown orbs, a smile gracing his face, his dimples appearing.
âY/n!â He exclaimed, clapping his hands together. âWhat are you doing here?â
âSorry to bother you, but I umâŠran out of sugar and Iâm baking a cake andâŠâ you paused for a moment and rocked back and forth on your heels. Why were you nervous?
Taking a breath you continued, âAnd I was wondering if I could use some sugar?â
âOh? Of course! Come in, Iâll get you some.â
You followed Hyunjin, stepping over the threshold into his home. As you followed Hyunjin to the kitchen, your eyes wandered from room to room, taking in the simplicity of it all. It was surprisingly clean, not what you expected of him.
Once in the kitchen, you stopped by the counter and watched as he opened a cabinet, pulling out the white sac containing the ingredient you needed.
âHow much do you need?â Hyunjin inquired.
âOne and a half cups please,â you replied.
Hyunjin hummed and grabbed a small bag to place the sugar in. You watched as he delicately opened the bag, his fingers curling around the edge of the rim, pulling it open. Your mind couldnât help but wander, thinking of how those fingers would feel trailing down your body, touching you where you were throbbing in between your legs.
You watched as he gripped the bag and tipped it over, measuring out the amount you needed. His veins were prominent, his muscles flexed and bulging. You shook your head, ashamed of your staring, heâs your neighbor after all.
While he finished up, you could hear the faint sound of music drifting through the house. You listened closely, familiarity dawning on you at the tune.
âIs that The Paper Kites?â You asked, a smile forming on your face.
Hyunjin looked up from his task with a look of surprise. âYou know them?â He asked smiling.
âMmhmm,â you responded, âI love them.â
Hyunjin closed the bag of sugar and set it aside, then handed you the little baggy he prepared for you.
âNot many people know them,â he said, âI was listening to them while I paint.â
âI didnât know you painted.â You looked at the man in front of you with curiosity. You found yourself wanting to know more about him. He smiled and then looked down, pushing a strand of hair out of his face.
âI do,â he said, âwould you like to see what Iâm working on?â
âAbsolutely,â you said with a smile. You set your bag of sugar down before following Hyunjin further into his house. The music became a little louder, the folk tune permeating the air the closer you got to where he paints.
Hyunjin gestured you inside a room, bowing slightly as you passed. You giggled at his chivalry, fascinated with this strange man.
Once inside, you stopped, taking in the room. It had the feel of organized chaos, sketch books and canvases littering the corners. Some canvases were blank, not yet graced with a story while others were covered in intricate, abstract designs.
In front of a large window, Hyunjin had set up shop. An easel with a large canvas perched on top sat in front of a large window, the view consisting of the expanse of trees. A little stool was present, where he created his stories little by little.
âCome, come,â Hyunjin said, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You followed him over to the canvas and gasped in awe at the picture in front of you. The picture was breathtaking, the swirls of colors blending in to create a beautiful scene. The people were drawn to embrace, the outlines of their bodies fading into the stormy background.
âItâs still a work in progress, butâŠyeah,â Hyunjin said.
He watched your face as you looked over his painting, your eyes roaming over each figure, each detail, analyzing his work with thoughtful eyes. You were beautiful in that moment, the sunâs rays trying to peak through the curtains he had over the window, illuminating your face and causing it to glow.
His eyes drifted to your lips, as you lightly bit them in contemplation, the flesh blanching briefly before blood flow returned, causing your lips to take a rosey tint once more.
âItâs beautiful,â you whispered, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere, your eyes searching out his.
âThank you,â Hyunjin replied, rocking back and forth on his feet.
You both stood there in silence, neither one of you knowing what to say, the music continuing to play in the background, soft and sweet.
It doesnât begin right away, the feeling of want. It starts softly, gently, with the beating of your heart, slowly increasing to where it feels like it will jump out of your chest. The feeling moves lower until it reaches your core, a pulsing ache in this serene moment.
Thereâs a shift in the air, a change. What once was calm and friendly, turns into something charged and electric, almost as if the feelings between you two are now palpable, drifting through, lightly touching and caressing your skin.
Hyunjin is nervous, never having had a beautiful girl in his home, yet alone in his most sacred space. He stands there watching, waiting, as the tension grows, the feeling growing into something large, taking over his body. He feels his cock twitch within the confines of his sweats as he watches you breathe in and out, your breasts heaving with each breath.
Heâs unsure of what to say, but wonders what you will do if he leans in and presses his lips to yours, feels the softness against his own. He finds himself drifting closer to you, one step at a time, his eyes never leaving yours. Heâs never felt this desire before, not with any of the few encounters heâs had. Heâs nervous and scared, hoping this doesnât backfire on him, hoping youâll accept him.
You watch as Hyunjin walks toward you, that look in his eyes as if heâs hunting his prey, yet also with a hint of fear. Heâs probably nervous of what you will do if he reaches out, touches you, caresses you. He need not worry, as you begin to move toward him, meeting him half way.
Your dripping, your arousal leaking into your panties, the wetness soaking the material through. You watch as he looks at your lips and then your eyes as if heâs seeking permission.
With a slight nod of your head, he lightly grasps your face and leans down, his breath shaky until his lips meet yours. Itâs just flesh against flesh at first, both of you savoring the feel of each other, the softness of your lips pressed together.
But then it changes, as Hyunjin moves his lips against yours, softly, gently, as he pulls you closer. It goes on for a few moments more before turning more hungry, more needy as the kiss becomes more heated.
He nips your bottom lip causing you to sigh, his tongue sliding in against yours at the newfound opportunity. The kiss continues to grow more passionate, more desperate as you both take each other in, needing to be closer to each other in this moment.
You pull away out of breath, Hyunjin chasing after your lips, a whine escaping with the motion. You grin and lick your lips, before pushing him backwards, slowly, one step after the other, until his legs hit his stool, causing him to collapse onto the seat.
He stares at you with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling, watch as you sink to your knees. He canât believe his luck, not thinking his day would take this turn.
You run your hands over his thighs, rubbing them through his pants, inching higher and higher with each repetition, getting closer to the bulge thatâs forming, slowly filling out his sweats. You see a wet spot forming, causing you to smile.
You continue your assault, before reaching his covered cock, placing your hand over the hard appendage. You listen to him gasp, his eyes hooded as he gazes at you. Heâs hard, unbelievably so beneath your hand. You give his cock a squeeze and shift closer so you can place your hands within the confines of his waistband.
You pull his sweats down, Hyunjin helping you by lifting his hips so you can rid him of the accursed item. You noticed he wasnât wearing boxers, his cock slapping his belly once his sweats were out of the way.
You smirked at the information, âyou naughty boy,â you cooed, as you tossed his pants away.
Hyunjin gulped at your teasing. He was turned on, as you touched him, teased him, your fingertips dancing on his skin. You touch him everywhere but where he wants it most, his pelvis becoming sticky with each passing moment as his pre-cum steadily leaks from the tip. His cock twitches whenever you move, hoping in anticipation that youâll touch him there or even better wrap your pretty lips around his cock.
You can tell heâs at his wits end, wanting you to touch him. Heâs being good for you, you notice as he sits still, clenching and unclenching his fists. You decide maybe itâs time to reward him, soothe the ache you know heâs feeling.
You clench your thighs together before leaning down to press a kiss to his tip, as Hyunjin moans above you. You press kiss after kiss on the tip, the shaft, all the way back up before taking the head between your lips. You began to suckle, your tongue darting out every now and then to press against his slit.
Hyunjin is a mess, as you take him in, the feeling of your wet, hot mouth on his cock better than anything of his wildest dreams. He, however, grips your hair and lets out the loudest moan as your mouth descends further, taking him to the hilt, his cock kissing the back of his throat.
He takes a deep breath, and then another one, willing to calm himself down and not blow his load too soon. He gazes down at you, the beautiful sight of your mouth on his cock, the spit thatâs dribbling out, helping with the slide.
Heâs in love with the sounds you make, the little moans that you let out, the vibration causing his cock to twitch. Heâs close, embarrassingly so.
You can tell Hyunjin is close as he grips your hair harder, pushes your head down more forcefully, as you take him in again and again. Your pussy quivers in need with each twitch of his cock, your mind wandering, needing him in you.
You grasp his thighs and continue to blow him, never slowing down. Itâs a messy, sloppy affair, as your spit dribbles down his shaft and into the pubic hair around his cock. You moan as he presses your head down one more time and he cums with a loud groan, rope after rope of hot cum hitting the back of your throat, flooding your mouth with the salty fluid.
After a moment, Hyunjin releases your head and you sit up, your mouth full of cum. You look him in the eyes before you swallow, Hyunjin letting out a whimper as you do so.
He watches you as he comes down from his high, watches as you stand up and back away towards the little couch he keeps in his studio. He watches as you raise the shirt over your head, a black lacy bra on display. He watches as you unclasp the bra, your pillowy tits popping out, nipples hardened and prominent. He watches as you slid your leggings and panties down your legs, a string of your arousal dripping from your soaking pussy and onto your ruined panties.
Hyunjin unconsciously licks his lips, wanting to attach them to your soaked lips in front of his view. He nearly topples over as you sit down and lean back, spreading your legs wide, your pussy on display. He nearly chokes when you spread your lips, a âshlickâ echoing throughout the room from your wetness.
Youâre wet, unbelievably so, and you know Hyunjin loves it. You watch him as you reach your fingers down, the digits landing on your pussy. You dip them into your heat, gathering up your arousal before bringing them to your clit. You swirl them around the bud, sighs leaving your lips as you apply a little more pressure. You continue to pleasure yourself until Hyunjin jumps up, tosses his shirt off, and all but practically runs to you, dropping to his knees as he whines.
He pulls you to the edge of the couch as buries his face in your pussy, causing you to squeal at the sudden intrusion. He darts his tongue out to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit, before sucking the bud between his plush lips. He takes you in with no mercy, grasps you tighter, harder as he eats you out like a man starved.
Your hands fly to his hair, grasping the strands as he sticks his tongue into your wet heat, fucking your walls with the muscle. You cry out as he massages you, pushing him further into your sopping pussy as his nose brushes against your clit, the stimulation causing shivers to run down your spine.
You feel on fire, warmth expanding and spreading throughout your body, your toes curling, as he makes out with your delicate flower. Your moans increase in intensity, your voice rings out as you let go, releasing your arousal all over Hyunjinâs face. He steadily drinks you in, lapping up every drop as it gushing from your core.
Hyunjin groans as he tastes you, as he becomes obsessed with how you spill on his tongue. He doesnât let up, not for a moment, even when you squirm and mewl in overstimulation. He revels in how you grip his hair, how the pain shoots through him with each tug, the sensation traveling to his cock, causing it to harden even further.
He finally pulls away, his face smothered in your arousal, the fluid glistening on his lips, his chin, his nose. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the taste of you as he watches you, watches your tits rise and fall with each breath, the look of infatuation on your face. He doesnât wipe the rest of his face, no, he wants you to taste yourself on him, so you can savor the taste just as he did.
You watch as Hyunjin stands, and strokes his cock, wet sounds permeating the air with each pass. He shuffles closer to you, cock in hand as he gazes at your pussy, watching as it clenches over nothing, your cream oozing out, down your ass and onto his couch below.
He pulls his eyes away and looks into yours before asking âcan I?â
You smile at him and beckon him forward, holding your legs open in invitation. He steps forward and taps your pussy with his cock, causing you both to moan at the sound, how wet you are for him, this man youâve just met.
You sigh as he runs his cock through your folds before his tip catches at your entrance. He slowly pushes his cock in, your walls accommodating to the stretch. Inch by inch he pushes, until his cock is sheathed fully within you, snug within your walls. He stills and looks down at you, his eyes full of lust. You both breathe in tandem until you signal for him to move.
Hyunjin feels at home, sheathed between your warmth, as if his cock was made to be buried within your walls. He takes a deep breath and with your ok slides his cock out until the tip is almost out before sliding back in. He thrusts again and again before speeding up, the feeling of ecstasy spreading throughout his body.
You both are a mess as you both moan and clutch onto each other more, trying to get as close as possible as he thrusts his cock within you. You play with his ponytail, your fingers running through the strands as Hyunjin buries his face in your neck, letting out a whine.
Heâs desperate for your pussy, his mind a jumbled mess as you suck him in over and over. Heâs desperate in the sound it makes, talking back to him with each glide. He sits up so he can look, watch his cock stretch your walls and what heâs met with almost makes him blow his load.
His cock is coated in white, coated in your arousal. Heâs in a trance as he watches his pelvis meet yours, your cream coating the hair donning his pelvis, the âshlickâ sound it makes as he withdraws. Heâs in disbelief as your little hole stretches around his cock, his ego soaring that you take him so well.
He snaps out of his trance when he watches you reach down, your fingers playing with your clit, smearing your arousal around. He watches as you mewl, your other hand coming up to play with your tits, pinching, grasping, massaging the flesh.
He feels his cock swell with each passing moment, feels it twitch each time you clench down on him. He looks into your eyes and mutters the words that leads to both of your undoings.
âCum with me princess.â
You squirt all over his cock, your release covering his cock, coating your thighs and drips down your ass. You moan out as Hyunjin stills, his cock twitching within, his cum painting your walls white. He fills you, thrusting a few more times for good measure before withdrawing his cock.
You watch as he kneels down once more and licks up both of your release, making sure not to leave a drop before standing up and connecting your lips with his. He pushes his cum mixed with your slick onto your tongue, as he groans deeply.
Hyunjin pulls back and stares at you, âgo ahead and swallow princess,â he coos.
You do as youâre told, the mixture of salty with a bit of sweet sliding down your throat. You open your mouth afterwards, Hyunjin smiling.
âWait here,â he mutters before grabbing his sweats and pulling them on.
You watch as he leaves the room. You didnât have to wait long, as he comes back with a towel to clean you up. Heâs soft and gentle, ensuring to clean every sticky drop up before helping you sit up.
You grin as he helps you get dressed before he sits on the ground, placing his head in your lap.
You smile down at your neighbor, cradling his face. His eyes say it all, will he see you again, will he get to feel you again. You reassure him with a look of your own, not wanting to disturb the silence of the moment.
Youâre glad you didnât go to the store to get the ingredient you needed, happy you decided to trust your neighbor to have it in his home. After all, a little sugar can go a long way.
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REPLACED
Newjeans Minji x male reader smut
Quickfire challenge 1. Thank you @midnightdancingsol
The prompt: "You know why this happened, @capslocked â yes, you."
Masterlist word count: 3,911 Kofi(donations/commissions)
It's all a matter of perspective. From one side of the room, the world is calm.
And the other? Well, that's Minji.
âWant to know the one thing worse than outright rejection?â
Minji has barely walked in the door and she is already shouting off in riddles. She's standing in the doorway, her hair wet from the rain and a little bit tangled just above her shoulders. The water on her overshirt is so deeply sodden into the fabric that it weighs on her. It sticks to her skin that's so clearly visible underneath the LED spotlight above her and her face is twisted in this way of pure irritation that you've rarely seen. It's almost comical.
Or it would be if she wasn't throwing her bag on the floor with an almighty thud and a little yelp from the floorboards below.
âMinji?â is all you say in some hushed tone as you sit on the armchair by the window, hot drink in one hand and your phone in the other as the world passes by in the distance, drowned in downpour.
You look up to watch Minji as she shouts, "How about getting a part, only for it to be taken away? Being promised the world and then having it rug-pulled so you fall flat on your fucking face?!"
Now, Minji never swears in anger. And never means never (again, in anger, specifically). So, it's pretty much a sign of the end of the world when she does. She's kicking off her shoes now, throwing them in the direction of the door and they clatter on the floor like the battering of a drum.
"Iâuh."
"Youâuh," she mocks, taking a step forward.
"Woah. Minji. What happened?" You ask, setting down the phone on the sill of the window. Minji's stomping her way toward you. Her eyes are wide and filled with something you haven't quite seen before.
"This completeâ"there are some sounds from her mouth but they donât quite resemble words"âshit for a fuck brain!" See, Minji never swears like this, so she's so bad at it that it's laughable.
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh, it's a great idea; an amazing concept. I'll write you a fantastic character and it will be romantic and hot and everyone will love it," Minji rants in some sarcastic tone while peeling her shirt off her skin and piling it onto the hardwood floor. She stands in only her sports bra with her arms raised and her voice in high pitch, mocking. "Except, you're not good enough. Oh, no. I have to give the part to this other girl. She's prettier and nicer and just better than you!"
"Ouch." You say, watching as she flops onto the couch opposite. The coffee table in between you is a lousy line of defence. Her socks have little splatters of rainwater on them and not too far above that, her skirt sits just above the knee.
"Oh, shut up," she replies.
"Minji." You throw her a look that says 'Stop taking it out on me', which she understands, but it only gets her to fold her arms dramatically with a little huff and a puff from her mouth, followed by a pout. Then you ask her, "What part even was this? TV?"
"Not exactly."
"An ad? Video game? Movie?"
"Fanfiction."
Fanfiction.
"What?" You blink, to which Minji sighs and rolls her eyes, head tilted to the ground.
"Fanfiction."
"A fanfiction?" you question again. Itâs not like you misheard, itâs just an utterly strange thing for her to be so pent up on.
"Don't say it like that." She snaps, leaning back into the chair and crossing her legs so one of her little rain-splattered socks is suspended in the air, and she twists and turns her foot impatiently.
"Just trying to figure out why you're so annoyed about fanfiction."
"Because the guy's a complete moron."
"Probably," you say, drawing your mug of coffee close to your lips. You blow on the surface and Minji is silent. You wait, the steam is coming off the top and through it, you watch her as she thinks as her eyebrows furrow together. Minji shifts in her seat again, the annoyance making her chronically uncomfortable.Â
"He replaced me!" She shouts, slamming her hands into the arms of the chair and then Minji stands. She takes a few steps and then stops and turns to face you, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms folded, her legs are slightly apart and she's tapping her foot.
"Does he think I'm not pretty enough? Not funny enough? Not sexy enough? Does he think that I wouldn't be good enough at what he wants me to do, hm? So he doesn't want to write me sucking a dick? Well, screw him. Fucking Capslocked."
You're not sure what's going on here, so you're just sitting back and watching her, coffee nestled in your hand and feet propped on the table. She's standing still, waiting for you to say something, anything, and when you don't, she begins to pace.
"Why would he change his mind and just decide that someone else is better than me? What, does he not like my body? Do you not like my body?"
"Your body is fantastic." You say, taking another sip of the coffee.
"Yeah, and don't you forget it." She snaps, stopping again and placing her hands on her hips, either side of that exposed waistline.
"The fuck kind of name is 'Capslocked' anyway?" You mutter, mostly to yourself. Minji doesn't reply, but you see her take a step closer to you.
"And," Minji begins and then pauses, you look up at her and she's just staring. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is a little laboured, her chest rising and falling with each breath. There's a pause. Her tongue runs over her lips and you can see her thinkingâgears grinding inside her head.
"And?" you ask.
"Shut up," she hisses, kicking your leg so your feet fall from the coffee table and you almost spill the drink down yourself. She places her hands on your knees, bending over to you.
"Minji, my drinkâ"
"Shh." her hair falls across her face, a black silk drape half-covering the expression beneath. There's an anger under there, something she's trying to push back down, but it's not quite working. Her nails dig into your thighs as she pushes them apart, and the steam rises again above the surface of the liquid in your cup. Minji is too busy running her hand along your crotch.
"What're youâ"
"Replaced me," she repeats to herself, a little huff leaving her as she slips down onto her knees. "Fucking replaced me."
"Minji, I'm sure heâ"
"I don't care. Shut up. I'm not talking to you." Her hands are shaking, whether from frustration or some other confused feeling that burns under her skin. Probably a mix of many feelings. They're fumbling at the button of your jeans and she's tugging down the zip, her teeth bared. You're watching, and it's as if she is possessed.
Your heartbeat is thunderous in your ears, the heat is rising and Minji is pushing her hair out of her face.
"I'm gonna do this so well."
"You always do."
"I said stop talking. So. Stop. Talking," she sounds out each word with authority, her eyes wide and angry. Minji is pushing down the fabric and reaching into the opening in your underwear. She wraps her fingers around you, the cool touch of her skin making you jerk.
"Minji, my drink." Your hand trembles slightly as you try not to spill it. Minji doesn't listen. She pulls you free. A low hum leaves her throat as she licks her lips and leans forward. Her warm breath is ghosting over you, her eyes are closed and there's a little smirk on her lips. Your cock is only halfway to hard and her hand is wantingly trying to coax you into arousal.
It doesn't take much. It never does with Minji.
"Fuck," you groan, the sound of your voice making her look up.
"Don't," she replies, a warning in her eyes. Minji's hand is moving up and down and it's not with that same gentle caress she usually has.
"God, Minji."
"Quiet." She stops, her lips are pouted and her eyes are locked onto you. Her hand is around you, the pressure is gentle, but it's enough to hold you. You're frozen there a moment, her eyes are staring right through you and you're not entirely sure what's going to happen. "Don't say a word, and donât spill your drink,â she tells you, her free hand rubbing your thigh.
"Minjiâ"
"Don't." She whispers, her tongue licking over the surface of her lip. Her mouth opens, and she's leaning in. The warmth of her breath is making the muscles of your abdomen twitch and your head spin. Her tongue is the first thing that touches you. She's holding you still, and the head of your cock is resting on her bottom lip, and the feeling of the smooth surface makes you want to thrust forward, but Minji's hand holds you firm.
You bite your lip as Minji's tongue swirls around the tip. It's light and soft and sends electricity through your nerves. You groan ever so slightly and she looks up at you, her eyes narrowed. Your knuckles whiten as you grip the mug, her hair tickling the inside of your thigh as she lowers her head.
Her tongue runs along the underside and pastes your cock with a wetness. The hand around you moves down, and she takes you in. Her mouth is heaven, and her lips the closing gates. You let out a deep sigh, your chest heaving, and Minji's free hand slides up the inside of your shirt, her nails grazing your skin.
Her mouth moves, her lips tightening, and the movement is slow. It's torturous and the sensation of her tongue swirling around the underside of your cock sends you spiralling. Minji knows this, and she's looking up at you. You want to touch her; you want to tangle your fingers into her hair; you want to grab her and pull her against you.
But her eyes speak many words left unspoken. They command your stillness, your silence, and your complete submission.
Minji is working her mouth over you, and her hand is stroking you, up and down and up and down. She's bobbing her head and humming slightly. The melody is almost hypnotic but sounds as if being played by force rather than elegance.
Her scratches are harder than ever and it feels like fire across your chest. Your toes are curling and your head is thrown back. The heat from the mug permeates into your skin as you grip it tighter.
"Ah, Minji." You moan. Minji stops, looking up at you. There's a drop of spit on her lip, and her face is flushed. You're not sure what to do. She's glaring, and she's holding you. Your heart is beating like the hammer of a drum and just above it, her nails grip, threatening to pierce through flesh.
"I said quiet." Words laced with venom. She digs somehow deeper into your chest as she pushes herself to her feet. "Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until I scream and you're going to stay quiet."
You're not quite sure what's happening. This is a Minji you have seldom seen before, but it's all happening so fast. She's pulling up her skirt, sliding down her panties, and she's kicking them off so the fabric lands somewhere to the side. She's stepping forward and her knees are touching the armrests. Closer and closer she comes with her eyes fixed on you.Â
Your mouth is dry, and her fingers are on your jaw. Her eyes bore holes in your own and she's lowering herself. In a moment of weakness, you throw a glance at your hand, still holding the half-full cup. There's an angry sound from Minji and she snarls, "Focus on me."
Minji swipes her arm at the cup, sending it flying. You watch the arc of the cup and the contents spill across the floor. She's not waiting, she's not looking. Thereâs not an ounce of concern within her for something so trivial.
You feel the soft wetness of her sex on your tip, she's rubbing herself on the head, the moisture spreading along the underside and Minji's face is screwed up in pleasure and her legs are shaking. She's panting and moaning and she's trying to slide down.
"Minji, are youâ"
She thrusts her hand over your mouth with a growl and wild eyes. Her nails are biting into your cheek. "Not. Another. Word."
Minji's other hand is on your shoulder; using it for balance as she tries to move herself. She's lowering herself down and the head of your cock slips into her.
She's so warm. So unbelievably wet. Minji gasps and her back arches and her breasts heave beneath her slightly see-through sports top as she breathes. Her nails dig deeper into your flesh, her lips are parted and her head is thrown back, leaving her throat exposedâa pale expanse of milky perfection.
"Oh, God," she moans, the sound reverberating around the room as she slowly sinks and the walls of her cunt are tight on you. So tight. She trembles as she speaks. "You can't replace this."
Her skirt is around her waist, the material covering the sight of where your bodies meet. But you can feel it; you can feel every little movement she makes.
"I'm so wet."
So fucking wet.
"You're so hard."
Hard. So hard.
"How could anyone replace this?"
How? How could you possibly replace this?
Her cries are shrill, and the heat of her is all around you. It's the only thing you can focus onâher. You try to answer, but your words never make it past the hand on your mouth. She's panting, and her hair is wild, her eyes wide and her mouth open. And she's just riding until she can't no more. Until her muscles grow weak and until her cum leaks between her legs.
"This is what they want, isn't it? They want to fuck me. Riding them. On my knees. They want me bent over the table, or against the wall, orâorâfuck!" Her words are sharp and punctuated with gasps and moans. "Want me to cumâ" she trails off into something close to a scream, her body convulsing. Her back is arched and her hips are pressed down onto yours.
She's grinding into you, and you can feel her clench around your cock. Your head is swimming, and your hips are jerking. You can't breathe. Her fingers are loosening their hold on your mouth, but you dare not speak. You're not even sure if you can.
Minji's hand is moving, sliding down your cheek, around your jaw and then gripping on your neck. She admires the red claw marks on your cheek.
"That's right," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "They want to fuck me, don't they? They all read and write those filthy little stories and keep dreaming of the impossible. But that fucker wonât write it for them."
You can only sit and take in the way that she is glowing with the sweat, the light catching her skin and highlighting the contours of her face and her collarbone. Her small top clings to her sticky chest and leaves so very little to the imagination. Through it you see the smooth curve of her breasts, the stiffness of her nipples and below it the ridges of her toned abdomen that flexes with her slowing grind.
She's climbing off you now and pulling you up from your seat. Her arms are around your neck and her eyes are on yours. You're staring into the depth of her eyes, the black pupils large and the irises a warm, golden honey.
"You're not going to replace me, are you?"
"Never."
"Good."
She leans back a little and pulls your shirt up until it's around your neck. She pulls it to your mouth, feeding the fabric into it before tying some sort of makeshift knot behind your head. "Now. Not another word." Minji pulls off her own top, peeling it away from her sweat-soaked skin.
You watch as she takes a few steps back; her cotton-hugged feet on the ground, her skirt falling back over those long legs and her hands on the hem of the fabric. She's smiling at you, a wide and wicked grin. You watch her and she's watching you. She's pulling it up now and her hands are underneath it. She turns to the window. "Now you're going to pin me against this window and do me, aren't you? Nod if you are."
You nod.
Minji giggles, throwing a look over her shoulder. "I'm the best, aren't I?"Â
Minji doesn't wait for you to nod again. She turns away and looks out the windowâthe city is alive. The rain is falling; the lights are flickering and cars are passing by far below. Minji is leaning her forehead against the glass, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. Her hair is wild and messy and the light is illuminating her.
You're stepping towards her, one hand on her back, the other sliding over the curve of her ass. You can see her reflection, the smile on her lips. Her hands are on the glass, palms flat, and you're sliding a hand between her legs and over her wet, sensitive skin.
She's shivering and letting out little gasps as your fingers dance along the flesh and your fingertips tease her folds. She's whimpering, and the sound makes your cock twitch.
"Fuck me," Minji whispers, her nails scratching the window. You can't deny a woman so insatiable.
You adjust your jaw; it's so uncomfortably pinned open and you're unable to say a word. You can't tell her just how nice that ass is and how the view inside the window makes a mockery of the one outside. You can't tell her how her hair is so beautiful, or how her eyes are the prettiest you've ever seen. You can't tell her anything.
But you can tell her in another wayâthrough touch. The thought sends a chill down your spine and your teeth sink into the material of the shirt. Minji's whining and you're slipping your fingers between her lips. She's hot, and the heat is dripping from her. It's on your fingers and it's soaking into your palm.
Minji is moving her hips, trying to find purchase on your fingers, the tip of one brushing her clit. She gasps and throws her head back. You're sliding a finger inside her, the movement easy and Minji is bucking her hips, her body trying to pull you further and deeper.
"Fuck me like I'm the only woman in the world. Like you'll die if you don't fuck me. Like there's no one else in the world who can make you feel like I do."
You're pushing her against the window, the foggy condensation from her breath and the heat of her body mar the surface. Minji is laughingâthe hot and breathy kind of laughâas you press her into the glass.
"That's it. Come on. Fuck me now,â she orders and just like that, you're doing it. She's moaning and her back arches. You're inside her and the tightness is enough to make you come undone. You're pressing her harder and harder against the window.
"That's it. Oh, yes. Harder. That's what they all want."
You're slamming into her, and she's taking it. You're not holding back. Minji is moaning and her fingers are curling, nails raking. Her voice is echoing in the room and the sound makes your skin prickle.
"They all want me like this. Bent over and begging. Oh, fuck yes."
"They can't have you." You growl through the shirt, your teeth tearing into the fabric.
"No." Minji screams, "They can't have me. They can't touch me. He can't touch me. Won't even write about me. If only he could see me now. I bet he would change his mind. Wouldn't you?"
You fuck her until the muscles in the back of your legs stiffen. You fuck her until she's screaming. You fuck her until the glass is a mess of fingerprints, sweat, and spit. Until the golden skin of her back glows with moisture.
You fuck her until your vision starts to fade and your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that itâs unbearable. You fuck her until you can't anymore.
And she's still going, her screams echoing and her body writhing against yours, and it's all too much. You need to release, and it needs to be inside Minji.
You're coming undone and your hips jerk and stutter and Minji's body is convulsing. Your cum is spilling into her, and she's cumming again and she's screaming, the sound so shrill that it hurts. You're groaning and she's shaking, the walls of her cunt clenching and drawing your orgasm out until you can't think and you can't breathe and everything is both too much and not enough.
Leaning forward so her back is flush with your chest, and she is truly pinned. Your breathing is hard, and hers is heavy and the two of you stay there for a while, frozen in ecstasy. The room absorbs the sound of your combined pants, the rain and the distant hum of the city.
Minji is the first to move, twisting herself free from the weight of your body against her. Your cock slides out. The feeling of the cool air and the absence of her body sends a shiver through you. You stumble, the shirt falling from your mouth and your vision is blurry.
Minji is laughing and you're looking at her as she is plucking away the strands of hair which stick to her face. And when she finishes, Minji steps forward and slaps you. "I told you not to make a mess."
"Minji, you made the mess."
"Shut up."
"But Iâ"
She grabs you by the neck and kisses you. Her lips are hot and the kiss is hungry and messy. Her tongue is in your mouth and her hands are all over you. The kiss is hard and deep and it's leaving you breathless.
She's pulling you to the ground, her legs wrapping around you and your hand is on her thigh. The heat of her core is against you and her nails are digging into your back. She's biting your lip, and she's pushing you over onto your back.
She's straddling you. Her hands are on your chest, her palms pressing down.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" you pant. Minji's looking at you with a disregard for your words.
Your cock is so tender under her rough motions, and thereâs no stopping your whimper. Minji is smiling, and the sight is so sweet. "Are you complaining?"
"No," you manage to say, as a shiver runs down your spine as she lowers herself and brushes her lips against your ear.
Her tongue is running over your earlobe and she's nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Her hands are on your shoulders and her legs are squeezing your waist. "Good boy. We're not done. Not even close."
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Comfortable
Summary: Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expectingâŠ
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Astarion's POV. Fluff. Aftercare. Oral sex. Pillow humping. Innuendo. Mentions of masturbation.
Word count: 3.3k
It's a wavering sequence of whimpers that catches Astarion's attention just as he arrives at camp after a late night hunt.
The blood on non thinking creatures seldom presents itself as a decent meal, but he finds it unfair to depend exclusively on you.
The boars in the outskirts of Baldur's Gate are delectable enough to blind his hunger for a few hours â maybe a full day, if need be.
The camp seems peaceful and quiet with everyone still catching some rest after in their respective tents, and as the pale moon glows up high in the dark blue sky, he notices the dawn isn't breaking for at least a few more hours.
Maybe he can indulge in a trance to ease his mind and body after feeding, even though it's not a dire necessity.
But it seems that the night has other plans reserved for him.
His steps are light and sure, following the crescendo of sounds that seems to come from near his tent.
He would recognise that voice anywhere.
You.
As he draws near, trying to make out the origin of said whimpers, he vaguely wonders if you're having a dream.
That is the most reasonable explanation.
But then he hears what resembles a muffled groan.
A nightmare?
Instinctively, an eyebrow quirks as he approaches your tent.
And then he freezes.
Even through the obvious failed attempt at reining yourself in, he knows exactly what he heard.
His name. Muffled and barely intelligible, but his name, nonetheless.
An amused smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him that you are indeed pleasuring yourself. Risky and unexpected, but beyond a shadow of a doubt.
CheekyâŠ
He could simply entertain this, and leave it to you to reach your peak on your own.
Unfortunately for him, he has just fed.
And unfortunately for you, he has every intention of interrupting your solo endeavour.
His usual cool body now flooded with the warmth and vigour that make it extremely easy not to succumb to your sweet and melodic whimpers.
As such, he tugs at the strings that hold both flaps together, successfully drawing a surprised gasp from you.
âYou scared me!âÂ
He finds you propped up on one elbow before rushing to sit and pulling a blanket to cover yourself, a mortified look splattered across your face.
The sight in front of him is enough for the recently drunk blood to rush downwards at record speed.Â
Predictable, but such is the nature of his body when it comes to you.
Flustered and quickened breaths. His senses are so sharp from the recent blood intake, that he can hear your heartbeat drumming fast in your chest.
By now, he knows you well enough.
So well, that he's sure he has just interrupted your climax.
The confirmation comes in the form of a low growl of frustration.
He almost feels sorry for you, but what crosses his mind is the offer of a moment of pleasure so great only he can provide.
âYou were close.â
It isn't a question and he doesn't expect an answer.
But you're so visibly irritated that you scowl deeply. âYes! Yes, I was. Thank you so much for interrupting.â
âMy pleasure,â he retorts, knowing fully well he's about to set off a bomb if he doesn't choose his words carefully.
You have a temper he adores to test. He's used to dancing to your tune and knows exactly which strings to pull to get you riled up in ways that often lead to very enjoyable outcomes.
His cock welcomes your huff of annoyance with a faint twitch.
âWhy didnât you just⊠waitâŠâ you almost cry out in sheer frustration.
He lets out a taunting laugh. âWhat, and miss out on all of the fun, darling?â
A dramatic pout settles your lips and it takes all of his self-control not to wipe it off your face with a kiss in an instant.
âHow many did you take this time?â
It is a glaring taunt.
And your mouth drops open.
Maybe he should have eased his way in, considering the current predicament.
But the way your body is all flustered and heated from your own touch is enough to flare desire inside him. And whenever desire begins to swell inside him, the fine line between reason and pleasure begins to blur.Â
Mostly because he knows he was the one on your mind when you had your fingers deep inside you.
Your eyes widen slowly, and you clutch the blanket closer to your lower half, still hiding the proof of your arousal from his prying eyes.
You don't reply at first, your pride keeping you silent.
But Astarion doesn't mind. In fact, he enjoys your resistance at first. Makes it all the more enjoyable when you finally give in.
âHow many, darling?â
You frown, averting your eyes.
So stubbornâŠ
His cock adores it.
âHow many?â his tone is firmer this time and you slowly meet his eyes again.
â... two.â
He clicks his tongue, crouching before you. âOh, darlingâŠâÂ
Two fingers are not nearly enough to provide the fullness and stretch that only his cock can. But he appreciates your effort nonetheless.
It's quite adorable and enough to have his cock hardening even more.
Your fingers still glisten in the faint candlelight and he feels the sudden urge to have them in his mouth. He never tires of tasting you in more ways than one.
âYou do not need to hide from me,â he says tenderly, but still not moving an inch. He wants you to feel comfortable enough under his gaze. âYou've bared yourself to me many times, love.â
Still, you don't let go of the fabric, a slash of defiance crossing your face. âYou took too long.â
Ah. âDid you miss me?â
You bite your lip, face softening as you nod twice.
And you were so desperate for him that you just couldn't wait?
Gods.
His cock stirs even more against his trousers at the silent realisation.
âAnd I am here now,â he says, dropping to his knees, as a wicked smile turns his lips. âSo, allow me.â
He reaches out with his hand to tug at the fabric, silently looking for your permission.
A shaky sigh parts your lips and he spots a shiver as he pulls the blanket that keeps you from him.
His eyes drop to the sweet spot between your legs and he almost regrets having interrupted you.
Almost.
Your clit is so swollen it deliciously peeks from between your folds, parting them gently. It throbs faintly as he catches your clenching a few times, wetness dripping out.
After a moment, he manages to tear his gaze away, ignoring the twitches of protest from his cock.
He finds your half-hooded eyes. âMay I?â
You hesitate at first, nearly pressing your thighs together, but he stops you with both hands on your knees, a reassuring grip that has you slowly but surely loosen up under his touch.
âYou don't have toâŠâ
No, he doesn't.
But he wants to.
In fact, he thinks he needs to.
He rubs circles along your flushed skin, wanting your full attention on him before he speaks, âI appreciate the concern, darling, but I'm impossibly hard and you look incredibly delectable.â
It's more than enough to have you yearning for more, as a surprise gasp parts your lips.
You finally nod, spreading your legs and leaning back as you settle on your elbows.
He offers a sly grin, lowering and positioning himself right where he craves to be.
But not before he eases some of the growing tension on his lower half. The blood coursing through his body is more of an inconvenience for now, and he's sure, under different circumstances, he'd have better control over this.
Or maybe not.
Maybe you're just that good for him.
You jerk slightly when his mouth draws near your slick folds.
âWait.â
And he does, his concentration slightly shaken as he promptly scans your face for any cause for alarm.
âJust⊠don't leave afterwards.â
Don't leaveâ
Astarion's lips are so close to your clit, he has to pull back slightly so he can have a proper look at you, his hardened cock still straining against his undergarments.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks, perplexed.Â
There is hesitance in your eyes. âYou tend to leave after⊠like you don't want to be here with me.â
That sounds like a whiplash to him, because it is not true at all.
Your words take him by surprise and he immediately worries he may have said or done something that could be interpreted as mixed signals.
âDarling, Iââ
But you immediately shake your head. âIf you can stay after⊠I'd appreciate it. Only you want to, of course,â you quickly add. âIt doesn't feel right otherwiseâŠâ
It isn't a request. Nor a plea.
It's just what feels right.
He's done this many times to the point of instinct. It comes natural to him to please others. The aftermath, though, is something that he's also used to forgoing. The mess, the sweat, the fluids⊠the unnecessary and forced talkâŠ
But you are different, aren't you?
You are not⊠the others.
And after all you've been through, he feels his mind nearly snap in half as he realises just how much he's still holding back with you.
Even something as simple as just staying still felt⊠tainted.
Slowly, he nods.Â
And slowly, your lips turn into a tender smile that he's grown to adore beyond comprehension.
âI'll stay.â
You heave a deep sigh of relief. âThank you.â
Astarion counters the impromptu detour with unmatched expertise, lowering his head and admiring just how eager your body is for him.
Before he drags his tongue along your folds, he slithers his hand down to reach for the front of his trousers, hurriedly undoing them.
It's his turn to sigh in relief as his cock is set free.
But now he misses the friction and the carpeted floor of your tent feels too rough.
His eyes roam around in search of something â anything â more comfortable.
And then he's caught off guard by your offer.
âMaybe this will help.â
A pillow.
He chuckles deviously, appreciating your creativity in moments such as these. Promptly, he takes it in his hand and positions it under him, his cock welcoming the soft surface.
âI adore that mind of yours,â he says cheekily.
You are about to voice a reply, but no word comes out when his tongue hits your entrance.Â
Immediately, your hips buck and his smile never wavers.
He knows what you crave, but he will take his time even if you're already close to the edge.
After all, he's addicted to his devotion to you even if he never utters it out loud. He prefers his actions speak for themselves. Words are treacherous and deceiving. Actions speak louder.
And so he indulges in you. He indulges you, because that is what keeps him from reaching the frayed ends of his mind.Â
You're what grounds him these days.
And he will ground you with him.
As such, he drags the tip along your folds, collecting your wetness and he only stops once it finds your clit.
A soft moan escapes your lips and he hopes you have it in you to keep it down so as to not wake the others.Â
He locks eyes with you one last time. âAre you ready, darling?â
Your hips roll twice, but he knows you're not ready. You never are for the pleasure he offers to you so passionately.Â
Another roll and he knows you're growing impatient, so he gives your clit a quick swipe of his tongue before he latches.
He doesn't begin suckling hard right away, as he needs to ensure he can steady you for what's to come. Both arms loop around your thighs and he allows his eyes to flutter shut, losing himself in you.
It amazes him how your body responds to him, and your hips try to find a desperate rhythm as if you're riding his cock.
The pillow under him provides enough friction for him to roll his own hips, eager to match your tempo.
He could feel the wetness drenching the fabric, but he can't bring himself to care.
Your hand finds his curls and he growls against your clit as you tug gently, but evidently craving more.
And more he gives you.
He's sucking more fiercely this time, taking his time to savour the swell in between his teeth. From this angle, he can feel your wetness coating his chin. He can't directly feel it, but he just knows you're clenching desperately around nothing.
Maybe he should take it slower.
Maybe he should pry you open with two of his fingers, even though you're wet enough to take a third one.
But the unexpected friction caused by the pillow is begging to edge him beyond belief.
Is it from the blood he drank? Is he just so ridiculously aroused? Why is your clit so swollen this time? Is it from his incessant suckles?Â
His mind turns into haze and he decides he's not looking for any logical answers.
He simply allows his hips to move on their own accord, matching the face with each suckle.
âAstarion⊠GodsâŠâÂ
You're fortunate his mouth is kept busy, or he'd hurl a snarky reply. Gods have no place here. The delicacies of carnal bliss are reserved for those who tread the earth.
He's the only one who'd ever worship you, and you'd worship him right back, because that's how it's meant to be.
Precum drips from his tip at an alarming rate. He's too hard. He's too aroused. His body is seeking to be inside yours.
But he decided against it.
No.
He wants to see you unravel for him and in front of him.
His eyes open once again and he takes in the sight of your body undulating. Skin all flushed and eyes read to drop close as you near the precipice.
As always, his latch is impeccable. He never lets go and takes pride in leaving you dripping for him.
A few droplets run down his chin and dangle from it, bestowing upon him the most enticing silent praise he could ask for.
He knows you're close when your fingers close around his curls, desperately rocking your hips against him.
A low growl of approval rumbles in his chest and he's starting to struggle to keep his pace.
He has to find a way to still his hips before you reach your climax in fear you'll drag him along with you far too soon.
And so he does.
This time, he wants to see it.
He wants to see you as you come for him.
He's mostly perplexed that you found a way to muffle your moans, your shirt rolled up and captured in between your teeth, granting him the privileged view of your heaving breasts and hardened nipples.
Momentarily, his hips threaten to buck driven by pure instinct.
But he manages to hold back.
And when he's sure you're too far gone, head tilting back and legs shaking ever so slightly, does he unlatch from your clit.
He pulls back enough to witness the first sets of contractions course through your body.Â
Wetness drips from his chin, and he can't tear his gaze from the mesmerising way your entrance clenches rhythmically before him.
He's felt those contractions many times. He is well aware of just how vicious and relentless they can be around his cock, never failing to draw every last drop of his cum deep inside you.
Your muffled cries and the way your hips still momentarily, are all he needs to get lost in his own pleasure again.
He props himself high enough to place his hips at the right angle, rolling them urgently against the soft fabric of the pillow.
He's so close⊠so deliciously close.
Your taste lingers on his tongue and the vision of you still writhing under him holds his gaze almost painfully.
Your fingers ease on his curls and he feels the familiar tightening of his balls warning him that he's about to reach the point of no return.Â
It comes and overtakes his body so violently his mind blanks for a brief moment, as his mouth drops open.
He wants to groan and growl and hiss, but no sound comes out.
The friction is so overwhelming, he can't help but to lose balance, his lips finding your swollen clit once again.
And just like before, he latches instinctively and you try to jerk away from him, definitely being hit with a sting of oversensitivity.Â
He comes undone, suckling on you harder than ever before.
Ropes of cum spill from him rhythmically, his own contractions taking over. He can feel the fabric underneath him drench with each thrust, and he vaguely wonders how much of it he still has left in him.
Your clit is now the only thing grounding him as he rides out his climax and, in the far corner of his hazy mind, he's thankful that you eased into him once again, granting him the solace he is seeking so desperately.
There's only so much he can withstand as his senses are flooded with overwhelming pleasure, and he finds himself unlatching and almost slumping against your lower abdomen.
He's spent.
Utterly spent.
He thinks he hears a tender giggle, but maybe it's simply his mind playing tricks on him.
With effort, he hoists himself along your body, collapsing, the side of his face resting against your stomach.
He wants to say something, but he's rendered silent by the aftershock of his climax.
And that's when he feels your fingers again, raking along his scalp and through unruly curls.Â
âAre you leaving?â
He says nothing.
Your fingertips work their magic along his skin and he's sure you can lull him into a trance if you so wished.Â
You're too powerful and he's too in love with you to care.
âAstarion.â
Your voice is low and sweet and he hums in return, arm wrapped around your waist.
âCan we stay like this for a while?â
Who's he to deny you of it? Or himself?
He's sweaty and his cock drenched in cum and precum and you're a mess yourself. Hardly the epitome of romance.
Or maybe he's wrong because when you bring a soft piece of cloth to his temple and drag it along his face, he suddenly gets it.
He finally understands why you want him to stay.
Why it makes sense.
His eyes flutter shut as he basks in your tenderness and adoration.Â
You hum a soft tune under your breath, cleaning him up.
Face and neck first.
âCan you shift higher?â you ask.
He realises your intentions and lifts his head to stare at you.
âYou don't have to.â
All you do is offer him a smile. Your smile. âI want to. Allow me, lover.â
No one has ever taken care of him. No one has ever bothered to. Not until you.Â
He silently does what you asked, too stunned to come up with a clever tease.
His eyes flutter shut in what comes close to embarrassment. For some reason, he feels more exposed than ever when you wrap the cloth around his cock.
âTell me if it gets too much,â you say, your voice but a whisper.
He immediately shakes his head. âNot with you.â
A hiss parts his lips as you tenderly take care of him.
Astarion rests his head just above your breast andÂ
âDo you wish to talk?â he asks.
Your lips find their way through his damp curls, placing a kiss atop his head.
âDo you want to?â
He chuckles, feeling his cock soften in your hand â definitely a first. âI fear I'm too drained to do so.â
âSilence it is,â you say and he feels your warm breath against his skin.
Not just any silence.
Comfortable silence.
The rare type old romance books mention in passing and that many seek to no avail.
But he's found it because he's found you.
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Care For You!
Synopsis. âKeep your friends close, and your enemies closerâ they say, right? But you donât think they meant close enough to be in their bed.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, enemies to lovers, hate/ angry sĂ©x, spĂtting, light exhĂbitionism (Nanamiâs), mentions of knĂves (Sukunaâs and Getoâs), chokĂng, degradatĂon, cĂșmplay, squĂrting, overstĂm, jealousy (Tojiâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.7k
A/N. Woahhh I got carried away and this got long, HAHAH.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - F*ck the divorce! (And you)
âWhat were you sayinâ, doll?â
Of course, the only response Toji gets is a wet, pathetic little murmur of something - maybe a curse, probably a plea for more more more-
Something that has his swollen cock twitching so wildly inside your snug cunt - barley even halfway in but still stretched so obscenely around him. Something that had him letting out a low chuckle at how fucked-out his poor wife already sounds.
âWhat? Canât talk anymore?â He coos, relishing in the way your nails rake furiously down his sculpted back in reply - a warning. âDrunk on mâcock already?â
But Toji doesnât stop, not even close. Only slamming faster, deeper into your snug cunt, quick, maddening grinds just to squeeze inside. âHow cute. And you were so keen to run your mouth about divorce earlier, you little bitch.â
Fuck.
And then you spit. Hitting right there on the edge of Tojiâs pissed off smirk, splattering against that little scar you loved and hated so much.
As if that wasnât enough insult to injury, your mouth is moving so stupidly before your mind. Ignoring how your pussy was desperately sucking his throbbing cock to look him right in the eyes. Babbling out a broken, yet determined, âFuck you.â
At this, Toji has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. More to infuriate you than anything as he presses such a deceivingly tender little peck on your mouth. And you know itâs on purpose the way he lets your saliva smear all over both your lips.
âNo.â He whispers against your lips, amused, like a little confession. âIâm fucking you.âÂ
God, and it works. Youâre all but seething. Fighting the urge to smack his pretty face as he drags his aching cock all against your plushy walls. Back, back, back till his weeping tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. âAnd mâgonna fuck all thoughts of that divorce right outta ya, doll.â
Itâs all thatâs said before Tojiâs finally bottoming out in one, harsh thrust. Rough enough that youâre sure itâll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, your ankles on his back.
Not even giving you the time to adjust - why would he? Heâs got his pretty wife all splayed out and needy for him, what more could he wait for? Ramming his swollen cock into you like he hated you. Like he hated all thoughts of that stupid little idea you brought up, and was well and fully intent on fucking it out of you.
And if that wasnât enough, heâs wrestling you to face him. Squeezing your cheeks together into such an embarrassing little pout that forces you to look into his darkened eyes. âOpen that fucking mouth.â
You just hated how your jaw drops slack as if on instinct. Hated how you can do nothing but moan deliriously as he spits right into your open mouth. Hated the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, plushy walls squeezing him to insanity till you can feel the rapid bump! bump! bump! of his prominent veins. Messy.Â
âIâm the only one that gets to do this.âÂ
God, it was too much for him too.Â
âThink yâcan divorce me?â Heâs rutting into you so animalistically, hips stuttering and sloppy. Like he couldnât decide between hitting that sweet spot he knew so well and abusing your poor cervix. âThink anyone else can make you get off this good?â
âI- Hngh- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-â
âAnswer me.â he gasps, strained. Angry. Desperate. Breath hot against your face as he pulls and tugs on your lower lip - like a little punishment, as if his throbbing cock wasnât enough. âTell me. You think any other loser is gonna fuck you till they can shut up that bitchy mouth of yours?â
And God it was so maddening how he was right - how you knew no one could have you all breathless and cockdrunk like this.
But you couldnât go down without a fight.
âM-maybe.â you spit, sounding a bit more whiny than you intended. âMaybe some other guy is gonna fuck me better, nâ have a hngh- b-bigger dick too.âÂ
And Toji notices - of course, he does. Because heâs reaching down to toy with your swollen clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers as if to say âReally?â
He knew you too well. Well enough that heâs only fucking you harder into the mattress, like it hurt to hear any nonsense of some other guy falling from your pretty lips. Like he was taking it out on your ravaged pussy, sliding in and out of your sloppy cunt with reckless abandon.Â
âShut up.â he groans, glancing down at how sinfully you were milking the fucking soul out of him. Hips hitting yours so bruisingly with each word- âShut up- shut up shut, you little slut.â
âNgh- Toji. Sâtoo much. Sh-shit.â
âShut up and take it.â And you canât escape his unforgiving thrusts even if you wanted to. âNo one knows this cute cunt like this. You like this.â Unable to run away with the arm around your hip, the fingers relentless on your puffy clit. âBecause this sloppy pussy is mine, Iâm the only one fuckinâ her like this.â Teeth latching onto any inch of skin he could reach, rock-hard cock sliding in and out in and- Like he wanted you to stay. Needed you to stay.Â
âAnd mâgonna fuck you till thereâs no divorce in that pretty lilâ mind.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Gentleman?
âYou think you deserve respect?â
Whoever told you that Nanami was perfect - the epitome of a gentleman - was the biggest liar youâve ever encountered. Because theyâve clearly never had to work together with that uptight, scrutinizing, overly-strict son of a-
âYes, I fuckinâ deserve respect.â you spit, the words coming out a bit more breathless than you wanted. Nanamiâs office desk cool against your cheek, ass grinding traitorously into his throbbing erection. âNot that youâd know anything about it.â
Heâs leaning down to whisper hotly against your ear, âI do. But-â And oh Nanamiâs gripping your waist like it was the only thing keeping his sanity tethered to him. Pulling your sloppy pussy closer to him. â-you really think you deserve respect even when youâre being such a slut fâme?â
And maybe youâre an idiot - maybe youâre a mastermind.Â
Because in one, fluid motion youâre gripping his silk tie to pull Nanami impossibly closer. That low, throaty groan going straight to your quivering cunt as you grit out, âYes, sir.â
Several things happen at once - the first being that you learn that Nanamiâs ties are soft. Comfortable, even, as he hastily pulls off the damn things, wrapping it around your wrists. Tight.Â
You gasp at the realization that youâre now bound and completely vulnerable, pinned to the desk by his weight. Exactly where he wanted you.Â
âThis,â he huffs, amusement bleeding into his words. â-is more like it.â
God, you hated him. You hated his rubbing up against your back through that sinfully tight shirt as he pools your sweet juices on his fat head. You hated the way he was dragging it lazily, up and down up and down. Teasing. Calculated. Watching all your cute reactions.Â
Fuck, you needed him.
âAre you just fucking talk-â
You barely get to finish the sentence before heâs ramming his aching cock inside your sopping pussy. Not even moments later, as he fucks you into the desk. Like he was trying to break it. Break you.Â
Hips colliding with yours over and over and over, you were only thankful that these walls were sound-proofed. Because otherwise, the entire office building would be hearing all your delirious moans. Breath ragged, mind spinning, only babbling out, âFuck fuck fuck- sâdeep. Can feel you so- hngh- good-â
âYeah? Sâgood.â Nanami huffs out a laugh at how perfect you were for him. Pussy sucking him up so well that it was impossible to tear his eyes from the sinful sight. âAnd you still expect me to treat you like a lady?â
Making you wish more and more that the people who always tittered in the coffee room about Nanami being the âperfect gentlemanâ could see this right now. How he was talking to you so fucking mean and splitting you apart on his cock even meaner.
âHah- f-fuck you.â And the only thing you can do is pull uselessly at the restraint around your wrist, knowing itâs a pathetic attempt. As if to drive the point deeper, Nanami purposefully pulls you up by the tie, using it as leverage to bounce you back into his thrusts like some fucktoy - his favorite one, of course.
You yelp at the change in angle, his swollen cock dragging so dizzyingly against all the right spots. Pounding into you, deep. Disrespectful - like he promised.
âFuck me?â he clicks his tongue and scoffs so uncharacteristically. Then again, Nanami was always out of character with you. âLast time I checked, I-â One, harsh thrust. â-was the one fucking you. Like a slut.â
âAt least this âslutâ,â itâs hard to speak with the way he was fucking pushing into your lungs. âCan do a better job than you.â You crane your neck to glare at him as best you could. âYou call this fucking?â
Then itâs like something snapped. Several somethings, in fact.
Nanamiâs tie, his sanity, you by the end of this.
And before you know it, youâre on your back, splayed out sinfully on top of the desk. Nanamiâs heavy cock pulling out just to throw you around how he pleased, immediately burying back into your sloppy pussy like it killed him to stay apart.Â
âLittle bitch. Always testinâ me.â heâs grunting, drawing urgent, frenzied little patterns on your clit - not even circles because for once in his life, Nanami was too impatient. Too depraved. âAlways fuckinâ getting on my nerves with your smart mouth and-â Hips getting so filthy, a rough, maddening tandem. âSlutty lilâ skirts.â
Once he started, Nanami couldnât stop - he couldnât stop his movements, so desperate to get you off. And he couldnât stop his words either.
âWanâed this so bad. So fucking bad.â Words slurring. Maddening - like a man possessed. âCosâ youâre such a fucking bitch nâ I wanted to bend you over and shut you up at every meeting we had. Didnât care for an audience.â
Heâs milking himself on your dripping cunt with reckless abandon, groaning at the way youâre taking each slam of his hips so well. Bruising on your ass, your swollen clit, your mouth as Nanami hisses out little profanities into it. Like a mantra.Â
âMmpf- fuck, K-Ken. Sâtoo much oh my god. Feels so-.â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
âHey there, Mr. Nanami. Mâjust here to confirm that the team meeting will be here in five?â A voice, unassuming from outside the door. âYeah. Jusâ come in then, weâll be ready in five.â You donât know what youâre reeling more from - the looming interruption or Nanamiâs next words. Cock still unforgiving. Disrespectful. Turning to you as he whispers against your lips, âBetter get done, you little slut. Before HR finds out why we have so many debriefs here.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - To kill? To ruin.
âSo, you couldnât kill me. Now what, pretty?â
Your eyes stay locked on the cult leader sat in front of you. The way his inky hair framed that relaxed smile - too relaxed. His arm bruising around your waist, tight to keep you from escaping. Long lashes fluttering so enticingly as he waited for your answer.Â
Your target.Â
Unfairly beautiful - even with the knife at his throat, his own just inches away from your neck.Â
And you donât know if youâre even breathing - or if he is either. Waiting to see how one word could change everything. How youâd end up killing each other, a bloodbath. Or-
Or how youâd end up spread so shamefully on Getoâs tatami floors, legs dangling off his strong shoulders. Poor pussy so bloated with his cum already. Hands scrambling to grip onto the floor - his biceps - his hair - just anything to keep yourself from losing your fucking sanity while he fucks you like heâs lost his.Â
Over and over and- Youâve lost track of time now, itâs been hours, both of you barely lucid at this point.Â
âAwww, what happened? Shy?â heâs tutting mockingly in your ear, acting as if youâve got the capability to form any coherent sentences right now. âNâ you were so feisty earlier.â
âF-fuck ah- you.â you manage to choke out, teary and barely coherent with the hand wrapped around your throat. Only growing tighter with each cute lilâ whine leaving your swollen lips.Â
âHa! Guess youâre still feisty.â Geto lets out a breathy laugh, unsure where to look at - how you were staring up at him with such sultry, defiant eyes or the way your heavenly cunt was sucking him like anything but. Puffy folds bulging obscenely around him. So messy and wet, painted white with this cum. âFeisty enough to gimme another one?â
Hell, Geto doesnât even know if he can cum again - but that sinful little pool of cum spreading on the floor makes some primal, raw part of himself think he just might will it out of himself. Or die trying.Â
Messy. So messy.Â
âD-die trying?â you repeat breathlessly, more to yourself than Geto. Oops- had he said that out loud?Â
Oh, Geto was having way too much fun with this. Way too much fun with how you were so overstimulated and fucked dumb. Watching as you wonder how you were the one supposed to assassinate him, but might just not make it out alive yourself. Â
âMhm.â he grins, at how cockdrunk you were, squeezing your throat tighter. Blood roaring in your eyes, vision spotty now. âDie trying, or cum fâme first. Your choice.â
Heâs fucking you so mean. So hard that you were sure the creases of the tatami mat would be there on your back even tomorrow. Getoâs warm cum dribbling down your legs, nothing but rough, lewd squelches from below. Sloppy and addicting.Â
âI- donât-â
âI d-donât.â he mocks your delirious little stammers. Biting down on your neck, hard. âShut up.â Thrusts only getting sharper, more calculated - like it personally offended him you were even able to talk this much. Hand squeezing tighter and tighter- âJusâ cum if you wanna breathe, pretty.â
âBut I donât think I hngh- can!â you sob, nails clawing at his wrist pathetically. Vision blanking, dripping pussy only sucking him more desperately.Â
And Geto really canât help but spread your swollen folds apart with his thumb, watching the way his seed oozes out of your fluttering hole. A lewd ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips each time he fucks it deeper and deeper. Fingers barely grazing your throbbing clit, so sensitive that even that was too much.Â
Cunt so embarrassingly needy that it was almost difficult for Geto to move inside you, milking his cock too well. Too overstimulated. He didnât care of course - it just made it all the more fun - but oh it made his dick twitch so wildly inside your gummy walls. Balls squeezing painfully as he snaps his hips faster. More purposeful.
Fuck. Heâs strong.Â
âBut-â
 âJust shut up and cum.â
And then you canât help it - you are.Â
Creaming all over Getoâs cock, his unforgiving unforgiving cock. Body moving before your mind as a hand shoots out to grab his pale neck. Dangerous. Wrapping so deliciously as you pull him down, nails digging into skin so hard it could draw blood.Â
You didnât care if you did - wouldâve enjoyed it even. Enjoyed it more as you kissed him, hard.Â
âFuck you. Fuck you fuck you, I should kill you.â you wheeze into his open mouth. All tongue and tears, and thick, hot ropes of Getoâs cum. Painting your already-overfilled pussy white, like heâs cumming harder than he has his entire life. Like he hadnât been pumping your poor cunt full of his seed all these past hours. âI should kill you.â
And you can only take it.Â
Only keen at the way his nails leave neat little crescents on your neck, breath coming in short gasps. Geto pushing all the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Each ram of his thick, relentless cock.Â
âYeah. Kill me.â Smirking, voice shot and just dripping with such danger - one that didnât bode well for your poor cunt. âBut only if you arenât able to cum fâme one more time.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - ïżœïżœYou seriously like this?â
Those were the first words out of your mouth - bewildered ones, at that.Â
Because, sat on top of the fidgeting special grade, pinning him to the ground with your weight, the last thing you expected was to feel his achingly hard erection. Already so damp, and hot against your ass - drawing a sinful little hiss from Chosoâs pretty lips as you grinded experimentally against it.Â
He liked this.
And you did, too.Â
And you certainly didnât expect to find yourself mere moments later, panties just pushed to the side so you can be split apart on his aching cock. Hands gripping his chest, your hips rocking down against his like such a slut.
âH-hah- fuck fuck fuck, youâre so fucking messy, baby.â Choso lets out a guttural groan, jaw dropping into a soft little oh! at the heavenly sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. In and out in and out in and-
Cunt clenching at how beautiful he was underneath you - cheeks flushed, dark hair undone, sticking to his forehead as Choso bucks his hips wildly to meet yours. Absolutely wrecked. âYeah? Look whoâs ngh- talking.â you smirk.Â
âF-fuck you.â
âOh?â you taunt. âLast time I checked, Iâm hah- the one riding you.â
At your words, heâs huffing softly - so different from how he fucking up into your ravaged cunt a jagged, sharp thrust. Eyes twinkling at the way he knocks all the air out of your lungs with the sheer stretch. Somehow, you have a distinct feeling that if this was his way to shut you up then you really didnât mind.
âSo what?â he spits. Fingers reaching across to roll against your throbbing clit, over and over in hasty little circles. âSo what if youâre riding me like a cute lilâ whore? Iâm the one oh fuck- messing up your insides.â
And then heâs bucking his wildly up into yours like heâs trying to prove something. Toned pelvis bruising on your own, breath ragged and youâre wondering whether Choso can even remember to breathe. Too focused on marking you up from the inside, feeling the way your plushy cunt squeezes and milks him dry.Â
âI could f-flip us over so ngh- fucking easily.â he grunts, breathing ragged. âTake over s-so easily. Take this pretty pussy all I want. But no, yâlook too pretty like this, baby.âÂ
You knew he could. Without even breaking a sweat, in fact, if his iron-hold grip on your hips told you anything.Â
Strong - he was so strong.Â
âThen why- ah! donât you?â
You had half the mind to wonder whether Choso let you pin him down just because he wanted to- but you donât get to ponder about it for too long. Because no sooner has the thought entered your mind before heâs running his mouth.Â
âShit, because I could cum from jusâ this sight.â Talking, like he couldnât stop. In awe. âOh? You hah- like being praised, no? Can feel you squeezing the fuckinâ life outta me. Hell, I can ngh- see you.â
And God, itâs so embarrassing the way he could read you so well. Immediately babbling out little praises about how good your gummy walls felt and how pretty you were. How he didnât give a fuck if this was breaching your regulations as a sorcerer, he could do this forever and ever and-
âShit!â itâs all you can do to keen and buck desperately as he easily finds that one spot that has you seeing stars. Alternating between hitting that spot with each and every rough thrust, and toying with your swollen clit. âShut up- shut up shut up-â
You didnât want him to - and Choso knew that, of course.
He chuckles, âAww, shy, baby? You donât have to be.âÂ
âFuck you,â you manage to grit out, despite your burning face. Your steadily dwindling sanity. âMânot shyâ
He gives your ass a quick smack! before speeding up. You shiver and he thinks you look so pretty, gasping for air as he pushes into your lungs. So pretty that Choso canât help but pull you into a kiss.Â
âThen just let me ruin you. Please, wanâ it so bad. So badly, fuck-â Relentless - barely even a kiss, like he was continuing the fight from before. Teeth and desperation and cries of the otherâs name. Looping an arm around your waist to keep you from running - because this might just be the only fight you didnât want to escape from. âFuckinâ use me. Just use me.â
Itâs like magnetism, not even a hairâs breadth between you two. You donât know whoâs getting filthier - you or Choso. Your hips are stuttering and sloppy, and so are his own.Â
Nails raking down his chest, leaving deep, red marks. And heâs marking you in his own way - a little revenge - sharp canines biting down your neck. Intoxicating. Both of you barely even lucid as you chase the otherâs high, trying to get them to break first.Â
This fight, however, you lose.
Because it only takes one, two harsh thrusts before youâre covering Choso in all your sweet sweet juices. The realization that he looks so pretty with your slick glistening on his abs hitting you before the fact that you squirted. Covering him, dripping off his milky skin. So fucking filthy that it made you feel so sinfully dirty to do something like this on a mission.
And you still are - using him over and over to chase peak after peak on his cock. His thick, relentless cock. One that only twitches dangerously at the sight, a fucked-out little giggle leaving him.Â
âGot hngh- o-one win under my belt. Shit, yerâ so pretty, now show me what you can do, lilâ sorcerer.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Unforgiving
âWhy should I?â You blink up tearily at the towering monster in front of you - or rather, your king, you should say. Big arms crossed, bare legs spread, his cock buried deep in your dripping pussy, so so hard and angry even after all these hours. Unmoving. âIâm not a toy.â
Not that heâd ever be the king of you.Â
But itâs times like this - when heâs looking at you like youâre more a plaything than human, cum dribbling down your legs, poor cunt so overfilled, - is when you think, shit, you might just not make it out alive.
Sukuna grins, âItâs either you do it yourself or nothing. Mânot gonna help such a disobedient slut.âÂ
The only response you give him is such a heated glare, one that does nothing but make his smirk grow wider - cock twitching so ferally inside you. Teasing you for so long before telling you to do it yourself. He liked this.
âOh but,â he pauses. Looking you right in the eyes as he spits on your pussy once. Twice. Adding to the mess of cum and slick down below, barely giving a fuck about the expensive sheets.
And you didnât want to like it - you refused to like it. But shit, the way Sukuna smeared his saliva all over your sloppy pussy, stuffed and bulging around his thick cock, had you squirming like such a slut. âIâll give ya a little help.â
Yeah, he liked this. Loved it, even.
Loved this familiar little song and dance - the way his prettiest lilâ consort was more bark than bite, snapping at him. But so so pliant when youâre split apart on his massive cock, jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head, cunt sucking him up so maddeningly good. Needy for more of his cum. Loved how you donât even register it - the way youâre grinding and dragging your pussy on his dick. Deeper. Harder.Â
Loved how your eyes snap open when you realize, giving him that beautiful stare that told him to âfuck offâ a thousand times over.
âAwww, nâ you were having so much fun.â he coos, shutting up whatever insult was on the tip of your tongue with a quick smack! to your ass. âTime fâme to teach you a lilâ lesson, brat.â
And then heâs pounding into you like a madman - heavy balls smacking your skin. Wrapping his big arms around your waist to keep you still, because God he was so mean. So rough. Enough to bruise.
Warm, you were already so warm with his seed, the feeling so addictive that Sukuna canât help but fuck it deeper and deeper into you. Wanting - needing - nothing more than to give you more.Â
âFuck you.â Is all you can manage to get out. Sukunaâs swollen cock too big, the stretch too sinful, his hips so unforgiving. He always made you feel like such a cumslut. âI d-donât need to hngh- be taught anything.âÂ
Itâs all that takes for his hands to wrap around your throat, like something snapped. Fingernails sharp, right over your racing pulse. He could kill you. And oh it was like you were asking for it, too - but he wouldnât. Canât. Instead crashing his lips onto yours, shutting you up before you dug your grave even deeper.
âSo mouthy. Such a shame this heavenly pussy is on such a fucking bitch.â he nips at your bottom lip, teasing. Dangerous. âI should kill you right now for your disrespect.â Suddenly so much meaner with his thrusts, so calculated and controlled. Bucking his hips up wildly to hit that one spot he knew too well. Over and over and- âBut I wonât.â
Shing!Â
You never dared to come to the kingâs chambers unprepared, of course.
âThen I will.â you held that sharpened comb to his neck. Sharp, digging ever-so-slightly into this skin. Pathetic in comparison to his nails, you knew, but something - anything - to keep this monster in check.Â
But Sukuna saw - he saw that little wobble in your lips, the way your hands falter minutely when he laughs. Laughs like he didnât have an impromptu knife to his neck right now, like this cute lilâ human wasnât the first one in eons to pose a threat to his life.Â
Because he knew.
He could feel it - the way your dripping cunt squeezing his achig cock, rocking to meet his merciless cadence. Eyes glassy, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, so fucking needy and on the edge. And he wondered if you knew - what a perfect little slut you were being for him. Exactly what heâs been looking for.Â
âOh shut up.â Sukuna murmurs, hot against ear. âYou canât kill me, you pathetic little human.â
âI can.â
And because you donât know whatâs good for you, youâre holding the knife tighter to his neck, wondering how the hell you havenât drawn blood yet. Close. Just one flick of the wrist. So close.
His fingers snake down to your swollen clit, pressing down. Hard.Â
âStop actinâ up nâ just cum fâme.â
And it was so embarrassing. Embarrassing the way he couldnât bat a lash at your pathetic attempt to take down the king of curses. Embarrassing how thatâs all it takes for you to see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears as you cum so desperately around his cock.Â
You all but scream Sukunaâs name - just a strangled, breathy mess of moans and tears. So fucking overstimulated that it hurt so good.Â
Sukuna wasnât any better - though, heâd never admit it. But you were so pretty for him, all teary whines and your tight pussy trying so greedily to milk the soul out of him, that he just canât help but cum.Â
âFuck fuck fuck. Take it.â Balls squeezing painfully, dick twitching wildly. Again and again, sloppily pumping thick, hot ropes into your quivering pussy. âYou donât fuckinâ deserve it- but hah- take it-â
And youâre so cockdrunk and dizzy with the feeling of him filling you up - dripping down your legs, pooling in a sinful little patch underneath you - that you barely even feel the nails tightening around your throat. Knife knocked to the ground. Though, you think youâre so delirious that you might not have minded either way.
âTried to kill your lord, huh?â Sharp. Dangerous. âI think you need more than jusâ one lesson, brat.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Liar liar
Now, Gojo loved your smart mouth.Â
Ever since those glory days from high school - he always has. He loved how it was always ready with a bitchy comment about his blindfold and an even bitchier smirk afterward. Always so hot-headed, always so fucking gorgeous.Â
But Gojo loved your mouth even more when it was just inches away from his, telling him to just shut the fuck up before âYaga hears and realizes that two of his teachers have gone missing.â
Oh, you looked so pretty for him all splayed out over your desk, papers askew, office door just closed - but not locked. Your pretty cunt so messy and just dripping through your panties already. He just couldnât help but tease you a little bit.Â
âDoes it matter?â he hums, pulling the drenched fabric aside just enough to drag his leaking tip up and down your puffy cunt. Barely teasing your sloppy slit. Hands just everywhere, goosebumps racing down where your skirt was flipped up.
âOf course it fucking-â
âAh ah.â he interrupts your little rant. Breath hot against your mouth, âSomeone might hear.â
God you could fucking smack him right now - not that it would be of any use, of course, with limitless. But you had a nagging little feeling that Gojo would turn it off for the moment, just to feel that cute smack against his face anyway. âFuck you, Satoru.â
Instead, youâre crashing your lips onto his. So filthy with the way itâs just a mess of teeth and saliva - seething. Barely even noticing the way youâre pulling his angry, throbbing cock closer, heels digging into his slutty waist.Â
âYouâre all big talk but youâre just a-â heâs reeling his hips back, so filthy on purpose with the way heâs letting his weeping head smear precum all over your hips. â-desperate little-â Fat cock surging forward to stretch at your swollen folds. â-slut.â
âFuck off.â
âNo, mâfucking you.â
Nothing more is said before Gojoâs bullying his massive cock into your tight pussy. Head falling into the crook of your neck with a low groan as he ruts into you in jagged, tight little thrusts.
Like he wanted to tear you apart. Like he was holding back.Â
âF-fuck. Mânot a fucking-â you moan at the burning stretch. So delicious with the way he was drawing quick, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. âSlut.â
Because of course you couldnât keep your mouth shut - not even when Gojo was fucking you dumb on his cock.Â
And itâs all you can do to just sit there and take it as he thrusts his hips harder. It almost felt like heâd deemed you unworthy of allowing you to adjust. Hands locking around your hips to sit you all pretty on the desk while he slides his cock in and out in and out in and-
âFucking liar.âÂ
âWh-what?â
âThis one-â Gojo draws his hand back ever-so-slightly from your poor, abused clit. Palm facing your sloppy pussy like he was going to-
Smack!
â-is honest with me.â
You donât even know if youâre in the proper state of mind to respond to that - and you donât even want to try. To embarrass yourself. As if the way you were letting out strangled gasps of Gojoâs name, hips bucking wildly, wasnât pathetic enough.Â
âGod, you love this, huh?â heâs panting, like the way your gummy walls were squeezing the ever-loving life out of his thick cock had broken open some dam. âShit. Do you even realize how much you love this?â he glances down at your messy pussy. Your sweet sweet juices smearing and spreading in a lewd little pool on the table below. âSweetheart, youâre just drooling everywhere.â
And as if that wasnât unfair enough, Gojo goes suspiciously quiet for a beat. One. Two.Â
Before spitting a steady stream of saliva to the mess down below, awestruck at the way your cunt clenches and quivers like such a slut.Â
âHngh- oh my god. T-Toru. Fuck!â
âSee? Ya love it.â heâs speeding up. And you donât know whatâs more erratic - his fingers on your swollen cunt, so frenzied they were like a blur, or his hips. Leaving marks with how mean he was being. Merciless. Fucking merciless. Massaging all the right spots inside, no reason or rhyme. âFucking liar, so pretty takinâ all of me. Canât even handle me properly.â Running on just the thought of you and getting you off and you you you-
Smack!
âDid ya know you try to squeeze the soul out of me every time I smack this cute lilâ pussy?â he chuckles, the complete opposite of how his cock was so mean. âShe canât get enough of me. Really love this cock, huh?â
You grit out, âI fuckinâ hate you-â
And as if to prove something, heâs giving your swollen pussy another smack! Right over where your clit was so pulsing and angry. White-hot shocks of pleasure going all the way from Gojoâs fingertips to your hazy mind.Â
âShe might just love me as much as you do.â
And when you cum, youâre cumming so hard you didnât know whether youâd make it out alive. Riding your high on Gojoâs unforgiving cock. Wave after wave that have you so cockdrunk and delirious that youâre worried that someone could-
Click! âIs anyone-â
Your back hits the mattress before you can react - before you even think to wonder what the fuck just happened. Before the smell of pine and candy hits your senses and it hits you that shit those navy blankets look too familiar.Â
âSatoruâŠâ you glance up from Gojoâs bed at the man himself looming over you. Cock still buried so deep in your cunt, rocking so hard into you that the mattress creaks in protest. You can barely choke out, âD-did you just hah- teleport us-â
âYeah.â he sounded so infuriatingly smug. âDecided mânot letting you go till you start being as honest as this cute pussy.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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Hi! Is it possible to get a platonic Yandere Stanford with a teenager reader? The reader likes mysteries and monsters and all that just like him, so Stanford sees them and heâs like âyup. Thatâs my kid nowâ lol
P!Yandere!Stanford Pines & Teenager!GN!Reader
warnings: violence(toward monsters), implied abuse
[THIS IS PLATONIC] I think I made this a tad too long... it's not even in bullet form anymore. thank you for the request! I love your idea sm đ [Word Count: 1047]
Stanford Pines has completed another mission. He lifted his head, his eyes squinting at the sight of the looming trees. The sun peeked between them, visibly on its way down.
To keep it short, he had to chase a dangerous, vile monster into the woods and take its life.
He probably saved thousands of lives. It's just that... it came down to the price of being lost. Ford has never gone this far from Gravity Falls before.
That's totally okay. Curious, even! This is perfect material for his research! He'll have to use a makeshift one for nowâthis cheap notebook he got from the gift shop.
As he was about to start writing, a panicked roar reverberated throughout the forest. Such strong growlsâenough to blow away his clothes and body! Ford had to see it with his own eyes!
He ran and ran until he finally saw the giant. A single, widened eye stared at him, and suddenly he couldn't move anymore. Heavy breaths rose and plunged from his chest.
But he didn't have to worry any longer. A figure hopped down, continuously slicing the middle part of the eye as they descended.
Ford grunted, falling on his back as its blood squirted and leaked, even having some splatter on his nose. He watched the monster turn and run away, knowing that it'd die soon enough.
"Woah! Grandpa, you okay?" A small hand filled Ford's vision. "You froze up pretty quickly. I bet you'd be dead if I wasn't here!"
Once his vision finally cleared, he paused at the sight of a teenager. He's never seen this kid before. Ford cleared his throat, accepting your hand and standing up. "I'm fine. And don't call me that."
You hummed, tilting his open wallet with a nod. "I dunno. Being in your sixties sounds pretty old to me."
"What? Howâ Whenâ Give me that!" Ford swiped his wallet out of you, to which you respond with a silly grin. He scoffed, crossing his arms. This is such a Stanley thing to do. "Who are you even, kid? Why are you out here?"
"I'm out adventuring!" you declared, placing your fists on your hips. You do certainly have equipment fit for an adventurer. "I mean, did you see me back there? Killed that monster with one swipe!"
Ford rubbed his chin in deep thought. He smiled. "That was pretty impressive. It reminds me of my nephew. You've gone straight towards the monster's weak point."
Unbeknownst to him, your face starts heating up from the praise. You've never received positive reactions from your oh-so-dangerous hobbies. "Well, yeah! It's no big deal. Eyes are usually common for being weak."
Ford chuckled. "Anyway, do you know the direction to Gravity Falls? I may be a little lost."
"Course, duh! It's like... that way! Opposite of the sun," you grinned, pointing behind him. He turned around to check, his shoulders slumping. You touched his nose with a grin when he looked back at you. What a Mabel type of personality. You were really just removing the monster's blood, though. "Boop!"
...Okay.
One glance at the sky, and Ford knew that there's no way he's going to go home at this time. While he loved adventuring, especially at night, he's still in undiscovered territory and would very much like to go home in one piece.
"Alrightnicetomeetyoudude! Byeeee! Good luck!" you exclaimed, already waving at him and walking away.
Wait! You're his only ticket out!
"Pray tell, kid, are you alone? Don't you have guardians or friends tagging along?" he asked hastily.
"Naw. I have parents waiting for me back home, though," you smiled.
Ford somehow convinced you to bring him home to yours.
Now, you stood in front of your house with him by your side. The older man couldn't help but notice that you looked a bit anxious, weirdly enough. You're scratching your arm.
The door finally opened. The first thing Ford saw was a frustrated face of an older woman, which was swiftly wiped when she took note of his presence. How odd.
"Oh, sweetie, who's this with you?"
"Found him in the woods! Isn't he neat?"
"Let's talk for a bit. Please give us a moment," the woman smiled at Ford, grabbing you before closing the door on him.
Ford awkwardly stood outside the house, checking his watch. Faint voices reached his ears. That's your mother, yes? She sounded upset. You sounded upset. He hasn't been in this dimension in a while, but would it really be so bad to take home a man you haven't met? He's just literally lost!
You opened the door. He froze when he met your tear-filled eyes.
"Sorry, whatever-your-name-is. I can't let you in," you muttered meekly. "But you can wait for me tomorrow. I'll help you go home. Bye."
The door closed. Why were you crying? That's not right.
Next day.
Ford waited for you on your front porch, mindlessly writing in his notebook. He had to sleep on a makeshift cushion of laundry. It wasn't the worst place to sleep, and he's just glad he didn't get caught.
"Good morning! You're early today!" you beamed, already walking.
"Is there anything I should know about your parents?" he deadpanned, trailing next to you.
You got uncomfortable quickly. "Uh, next question? Hey, look, a parasite! So weird!"
"Don't touch that! I can't believe it ranges up to here!"
The journey towards Gravity Falls felt long and tiring. But it simply made you and Ford closer.
"What's your name again?"
"Ford. Just call me Ford."
"Forâ Holy shit! I didn't even notice earlier! You have five fingers and a thumb!"
"Pleaseâ" he hid his hand in reflex.
"Six cylinders on your hand! That's so cool, Ford!"
Ford simply sighed, a smile growing on his lips.
Eventually, you both reach the mystery shack.
"Woah... That's yours? No wonder why you're so used to being in the woods. You live in one!"
Ford chuckled, opening the front door. "I can safely say you're going to get along with my family, kid."
...
You paused, hesitating. "I can't. I have to go home."
...
He smiled sweetly. "Not even for dinner? It'll be quick."
Your stomach growled quite loudly, causing your cheeks to heat up. "Okay, fine. Maybe a little."
Stepping right into the shack, Ford shuts the door behind you. He can't let you go back in that godforsaken house. You looked too miserable.
You can be happy with the Pines family here.
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Since requests are open, here's my suggestion: I recently revisited my old mythology book and found one of the myths about aphrodite bathing in a lake and blinds some pervs that sneaked up to watch her. Now, the reader might not have the powers of a goddess but you know what she does have? A dagger-happy vampire boyfriend more than willing to shank unwanted peeping toms (in his defense, he actually asked if he could be there, so no harm done here). Idk, I just like the idea of the reader having scary dog privileges and Astarion not minding looking menacing/scary while doing so
Thank you so, so much for this request, anon. It's an absolutely incredible concept, and it fits Astarion so well! I had such a fun time writing it, and I really hope you enjoy the result!
For Your Eyes Only
Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW
Content warnings: Mentions of brief, non-consensual voyeurism. Somewhat graphic violence, as well as mentions of blood, degrading terms, and the description of an injury and death. Explicit sexual content, including: oral sex (receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, blood drinking, and ear play. Tags: Takes place post-Cazador, some point in Act 3. Includes mild spoilers. Established relationship, a bit of emotional hurt/comfort, and tender smut.
Word Count: 5.8k
After the darkness and chill of the Shadowlands, the heat in the city feels suffocating.
You missed the warmth dearly back then, trudging through despair and gloom, thinking of nothing but the inevitable relief of the city. Your bones always ached something awful in that foul place, never warm enough to ward away the icy air. Now, though, it occurs to you that you hadnât fully appreciated the cold when you had it.Â
The sun that streams down from the skies is blistering - scorching, even - and without reprieve or relief. Sweat courses down your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt. Your socks are damp inside your boots, and where the leather meets your calves, theyâre chafing.Â
Gods, what you wouldnât give for a bit of that chill again. Even with the achy bones.
Whatâs worse is the mud, somehow. One would think that Baldurâs Gate would be scarce on its share of the stuff, but itâs everywhere. Tracked up from Rivington, puddling in the streets, clinging to the bottom of boots.
Granted, your boots have seen more than their fair share of mud since the nautiloid: sticky, wet, warm. Itâs seeped into socks and splattered across new armor, stained some of your favorite nightwear. Sometimes, when youâve finally settled down for dinner, youâve been able to taste it. No amount of scrubbing rids you of the earthy, bitter taste for long.Â
The mud in front of you is different, though. By all accounts, the heat should have baked everything at least somewhat dry, but this puddle remains. If it can even be called a puddle, really. The gloppy, wet mess looks more like a pond, and completely blocks the only path ahead. Even the edges of it remain entirely liquid. If you didnât know better, youâd think itâd just rained.
A quick glance at your map confirms what youâd feared; this is the only nearby route to your destination. Youâre on the outskirts of the city. Rock walls line either side of the path, too steep to climb. You know for a fact that Shadowheart had recently used your last Potion of Flying. Either you lose hours of progress to get Gale from camp so you can cross, or youâll have to proceed through this stupid pond.
Astarion watches you eye the mess with a dramatic flick of his wrist. âOh, by all means, darling, you go first!â he exclaims, raising a brow. âIt wonât be me jumping in that slop.â
Karlach frowns at the mudâs appearance, tapping the toe of her boot against the surface. It ripples at the movement, brown waves gently sloshing against the surface of the nearby stone. âCanât be that deep, right?â
âI donât know,â you reply. Youâre aching for a stick or loose branch, something to measure it, but thereâs nothing around. Just grass and stone, the scalding sun on the back of your neck, and the muddy pond directly in the middle of the path.Â
âI say we go back,â Shadowheart urges. âI donât know about any of you, but Iâm not keen on dirtying myself.â
âWeâd have to backtrack through hours of traveling,â you point out. âThereâs no other way forward. Iâve checked the map.â
âFine,â she relents, crossing her arms across her chest. âYou go first, and weâll follow behind you. Once weâve seen itâs safe, that is.â
And, hells, you do not want to step foot in there. Not one bit. Still, do you have much of a choice? Your feet are already aching from the dayâs walk. It would be devastating to lose all your progress. So, no - you really donât have a choice, not if you want to get those Netherstones and stop the Absolute in time. The quakes in the city have only been getting worse.
âAlright,â you finally reply, your voice stronger than you feel.Â
You step forward, pressing your right boot against the mud, then apply your weight. Your heel breaks the surface with a terrifying rush of movement, and your leg instantly slides down into the muck - much deeper than youâd thought, deeper than it should be. When your foot hits the bottom, sticky, cold mud splatters up, painting your shirt, neck, and parts of your face.Â
Suddenly, the day isnât quite so warm.
When you finally muster the courage to look down, your right leg is submerged up to the knee, soaking through your trousers. You can practically hear the sick squelch of it making its way into your socks, squishing between your toes.
âUrgh,â you mutter, wrinkling your nose as you attempt to pull your leg up. âDisgusting.â But it wonât budge. In fact, your squirming seems to be making you sink down even further. You try to shift your weight, but your balance is uneven with one leg in and one leg out. Youâre dangerously close to losing your footing, and every bit you struggle threatens to tilt you face-first into the makeshift mud pond. In a prime moment of idiocy, you plant your other foot in the mud for support, and find your bottom half completely unable to move.
âWhat a brilliant idea,â Shadowheart says. âNow youâre stuck.â
âThank you, Shadowheart,â you grit out, sweat dripping down your neck as you attempt to twist yourself around. âI had no idea!â
Karlach steps behind you, laughing a little. âCome on. Up you go, soldier,â she says, leveraging her arms under yours and giving a quick tug. Youâre expecting the mud to release you, but it doesnât. Your legs donât budge - not even an inch.Â
âWhat in theâŠ?â she mutters, giving another pull. This one has more force behind it; when she tries to haul you up, white-hot pain sears up through your ribs, ripping an agonized cry from your lips. No matter how hard she yanks, the mudâs grip only tightens around you. Itâs beginning to feel like youâre a brittle piece of rope in a vicious game of tug-of-war.Â
âShit! Iâm sorry!â she exclaims. âSo, so, sorry!â
âWhat are you doing?â Astarion asks, his voice suddenly sharp. âYouâre hurting her! Put her down!â
âSo she can get sucked further into the mud?â Shadowheart asks. Her voice is lined with fear now, which is scaring you more than anything else about this miserable situation. âWe have to get her out!â
But it quickly becomes clear that no matter how hard Karlach pulls, itâs useless. Every yank is agony, and you only sink further and further. Tears stream down your cheeks from the pain, and your spine feels like itâs gained a good two inches from being stretched, but still nothing. No give at all.
Eventually, Karlach lets you go. Your body plops down in relief, but the mud is somehow deeper than it was before. Itâs up to the bottom of your ribs now.Â
âFuck me,â she pants, wiping her forehead. âWhat should we do?â
âHow should I know?â Astarionâs face is drawn, more pallid than usual. His lips are pinched into a line. He should be telling you I told you so, making jokes - and you know he would be, if he were anything but absolutely terrified. Your panic is bad enough with the heaviness of the mud on your chest and lower body, but the look on his face? That tells you itâs even worse than it feels.
 âStep back,â Shadowheart instructs quietly. âI have an idea.âÂ
Once the two of them are out of the way, she steps forward. Stretching out her hands, she mutters an incantation into the air. In seconds, the slight chill of the mud surrounding you becomes sharp, painful ice that burns against every exposed inch of skin it touches. A very muddy shade of ice, but ice all the same.Â
Karlachâs axe crashes through the surface and it shatters, breaking around you. After another hit and a moment of digging, she finally has you out: freezing, still covered in mud, and very sore - but alive.
âThank you,â you manage, choking out the words between your shivering.
âNever say I didnât do anything for you,â Shadowheart says, smiling a little. She lets out a breath of relief, the tension bleeding from her shoulders. âNow. Turning around, are we?â
By the time you get back to camp, youâre the most uncomfortable youâve ever been in your life. Youâre wet and cold and exhausted, caked with dried mud that pulls at your skin when you move. Itâs in your hair, on your face, and in your shoes, squelching with every step. The feeling makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Your ribs are sore and achy, and - on top of all of that - youâve lost a good dayâs worth of travel.Â
The only thing you want is to fall into Astarionâs arms, but he wrinkles his nose when you come near, holding out a finger to stop you. âOh, no you don't,â he says. âBath first. Then you can talk to me, darling.â
It seems no amount of persuasion is going to change his mind, so you head back to your tent and grab a number of supplies - soap, sponges, a towel, and a change of clothes. Your trusty knife for protection. The river is bound to be freezing, but itâs better than sponging yourself down and hoping for the best.Â
Thank the gods youâd found a decent pair of boots in an abandoned house today, because the ones that are currently plastered to your feet will take days to dry out, even in the hot sun. When you get to the nearby river, you donât even bother to take them off before you plunge them into icy water, sufficiently drenching them until you can furiously loosen the mud enough to slip them off and toss them onto the riverbank.
The rest of your clothing gets the same treatment: the trousers which slowly pull away from your skin, the shirt thatâs splattered with mud and covered in it up to the waist. Your hair will no doubt be a disaster, too.Â
Youâre still sitting in the soaking-wet clothes when you hear the sound of a twig snapping behind you. Your hand instantly grabs for your knife, ready to throw it at whatever threat might be in the woods as your eyes sweep along the trees.Â
Nothing. You find nothing.
âDarling,â comes Astarionâs voice. He slips out from the shadows, immaculately clean, gazing down at the weapon in your hand with a lifted brow. âPlanning to render me dead twice-over?â
âYou scared the living hells out of me, Astarion!â you snap, sucking in a shaky breath. The blade drops from your loosened fingers, softly thumping against the dirt. âWhat are you doing out here?âÂ
He steps closer, taking a seat on a nearby log. âYou were taking ages to get clean,â he whines, sprawling out his legs in front of him. âAnd, unfortunately, our companions havenât had an argument all night. How else am I meant to entertain myself? So here I am. Trudging through the woods for your company.â
âYou could give me a warning next time,â you reply, still a little jarred. âI thought you were someone hoping to catch an eyeful.â
A smirk flickers across his lips. âOh, but I am,â he says. âDo you mind terribly?â
Against your will, your cheeks heat, and his smile widens. âI donât mind,â you say. âNot if you behave, that is. Hands to yourself.âÂ
âIâll be on my very best behavior,â he promises. Leaning forward, he prods your boots, wrinkling his nose at the sight. âGods below. Those disgusting things should be burned.â
âI have an extra pair.â You move to tug your shirt off, but itâs clinging to you. âGods damn that stupid mud pile. I should have asked Gale to use a cleaning spell.â
âOh, please,â Astarion says. âHeâs been sulking in his tent all evening. Apparently, being asked to blow yourself up by an old flame doesnât do much in the way of socializing.â
The shirt finally pulls free, and itâs clear that your smallclothes have received the same treatment as the rest of your garments. Gods, you really should have asked for that cleaning spell. This mud is going to take ages to get out.
âHand that here,â Astarion says, motioning for your shirt. You toss it to him, and he inspects it closely before setting aside.
âWhat?â you ask. âWhat were you looking for?â
âOh, darling, nothing,â he says. âThatâs my âto be burnedâ pile. Weâll get you a new one.â
Youâd argue, but you arenât very attached to your current outfit - and besides, after weeks of trekking through wilderness and Shadowlands alike, itâs falling apart even without the mud.Â
âDo what you want with it,â you grumble, finally pulling off your smallclothes. âThat shirt was barely surviving anyway.â
You glance over your shoulder and find him observing with a raised brow, slowly taking the sight of you in. You must look like a mess, but youâd never know it from the glint in the eye, or the complacent smile that plays upon his lips. Heat stirs low in your belly, simmering under your skin. Later, you tell yourself. When you arenât covered in filth.
You lather up the soap on your sponge, scrubbing away the mud the best you can, but the damned stuff takes ages to get off. By the time youâre finally clean, the silvery moon is high in the sky, and your skin is beginning to prune.
Astarion makes a small comment or two, but mostly seems content to watch you in silence. His gaze burns over every inch of exposed skin, leaving phantom heat wherever it stalls. All you want is to get out of this damned river and touch him, but youâre determined to get every bit of the mud off before you do, and itâs taking much longer than youâd hoped.
When youâre finally presentable, you start on cleaning your filthy smallclothes. The soap is slippery, making it difficult to do much scrubbing, and the water alone is doing hardly anything.Â
Astarion watches you struggling, huffing as you nearly drop the soap bar in the river. After a moment, he lets out an exasperated sigh. âDearest, you do realize that it would be much easier if you-â
But his words suddenly cut off. His head snaps toward the woods, and every nerve in your body burns with fear. In the span of seconds, heâs lunged forward, grabbed your knife, and darted after the sound.Â
Not a moment later, thereâs a loud crash - some form of impact as he tackles whatever it was that he heard. You instantly push yourself out of the water without thinking, numb, your heart pounding in your chest as you stumble into the forest after him. It only takes a few steps in before you see it: a man on the ground, Astarionâs knife to his throat.
Your stomach churns, and your skin prickles in the airâs chill. How much had he seen? How long had he been standing there?
Astarion is shouting something at him, and the stranger is struggling against his hold, but itâs useless. Heâs a scrawny, weak little thing, no match for Astarionâs lithe, nimble strength. No amount of twisting or fighting dislodges Astarionâs grip. After a moment, he finally gives up, cackling like an old hag as his head plops down against the dirt.
âGive me one reason why I shouldnât kill you here and now,â Astarion hisses, anger contorting his features.
In response, the man spits in his face. âSheâs your bitch, is she?â he croaks. âYou can take a turn after Iâm done with her.â
Astarion snarls in response, gripping the manâs collar and pressing the blade deeper into the skin until it draws blood.Â
âWait,â you call, stepping closer. âDonât.â
Astarion blinks in disbelief, sitting up, careful to keep his weight on the stranger underneath. âMy love, you canât be serious,â he says. âYou want to spare this-â
âSpare?â you echo, cutting off his words. âWho said anything about sparing him?âÂ
Something glints in his gaze as he takes in your words. âDarling,â he drawls, his tone admirational. âBy all means.â
He hands you the knife, and you kneel down next to him. Itâs heavy in your hand, cold and smooth as you run your finger over the flat edge of the blade. You stare at the shimmer of it for a moment, entranced, somehow calm in the midst of this chaos. Then you slam the bottom of the hilt into the manâs nose.
Thereâs a sickening crunch before he screams, blood streaming over his mouth and spilling down his chin. Even after last nightâs feeding, Astarion tenses up at the smell of it, but the curl of his lip tells you that he wonât be drinking from this piece of absolute refuse.
When the stranger reaches over and grabs at your arm, you almost donât even realize - youâre so caught up in your own mind, in the weight of the knife in your hand. Then his nails dig into your skin, and everything hits you at once.
The freezing night air. The stinging, throbbing pain that flares through your skin as he claws at you, unable to do much more. The feel of Astarionâs hand, gentle but firm, prying the knife from your grip. It happens before you can even react - a swift slice of the blade, slitting the manâs throat. Dark blood, gushing from the wound and onto the dirt below.
For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of your breathing. Sharp but shallow, straining in your chest. Jagged air that flows in and out, but it does nothing to stop the increasing amount of black in your vision.Â
Youâve fought and killed more people than you can count so⊠why does this feel different? Why here, why now? Youâve nearly died before, so why does the scrape on your arm feel like itâs much more than that?
Then Astarionâs hands envelop your cheeks, blissfully cool, and the panic and pain seep out all at once.
âDarling,â heâs saying, half-breathless, âare you alright?â
You manage to nod, and some of the concern leaves his eyes. He runs his fingers over the scrape on your arm, and you wince. âWe need to get you patched up,â he murmurs, his brows pinching together.
âDonât take me to Shadowheart,â you choke out. Sheâs already done you enough favors, and you wonât be able to stand her disapproving gaze if you disturb her rest after todayâs fiasco.
He huffs. âStubborn little thing,â he mutters, but he doesnât argue.Â
Instead, he heads back to your supplies by the river. When he returns, he wraps a towel over your shoulders, and itâs only then that you realize youâre naked. Completely, utterly naked. It had been bold of you to break that bastardâs nose in the nude, but⊠well, it hadnât been your intention.
Heâs dead now, though. Heâll never look at you again.
Astarion sweeps you up into his arms and carries you out of the woods along with your clean change of clothes, holding you tight against his chest and leaving your soiled clothing behind.Â
You canât find it in you to care at the moment. Youâve scrounged up plenty of clothing along the journey; those torn, stained things wonât be missed. Not to mention, if you ever need more, Astarion will gladly steal you some new ones.
He takes you to your tent, and youâre grateful to see that everyone else has turned in for the night. Anyone awake to see you would inevitably have questions, and this only affirms your decision to avoid Shadowheart - if you woke her up to heal a minor scrape on your arm, sheâd be seething.Â
And though sheâd undoubtedly be sympathetic after hearing the cause, you donât think you can muster up the words to tell her whatâd happened.
After heâs carefully set you down on your bedroll, Astarion yanks the flap of your tent closed and reaches for your pack, digging through the contents until heâs found some bandages. His grip is gentle as he takes your arm and swipes some remnants of a healing potion over it. Youâve been through this dozens of times, but you can never seem to shake the urge to wince as it sets in - the potion stings just a bit before it soothes, a sharp tingling that fades into a sweet, balming relief.Â
Youâve calmed down some, warming up in your tent with him, but Astarionâs hands are shaking as he wraps the wound. His brows are pinched together, his swallows are thick and strained, and he canât seem to meet your eyes, even when heâs done bandaging you up.
âAstarion,â you murmur. âHeâs dead.â
He stills in place, jaw clenching as he inhales sharply, still not meeting your gaze. Instead, he glowers down at the tentâs floor, his hands balling into fists. âHe deserved so much worse than that,â he snaps.Â
You donât argue with him. Instead, you let him fuss over you, taking the time to smooth through your wet hair, plucking out remaining leaves and twigs from the woods. He gets you into a warm, fluffy robe - only the gods know where heâd managed to find something like that - then pulls you close, his thumb stroking over your cheek. You rest your head against his chest and close your eyes, listening to the soft sounds of his body working under his skin. No heartbeat, of course, just the quiet churn of his movements, the rise and fall of his ribs thatâs become habit to him.Â
After a moment, he takes your face in his hands, just as he had in the woods - but when you meet his gaze, thereâs a sharp intensity in his eyes rather than fear. He takes you in little by little, tilting your head up to brush his fingers over the fading marks on your neck.Â
Then he leans in, and you catch the smell of him you know so well, lingering on his skin like soap. Bergamot, rosemary, brandy. Itâs what you associate most with him, that sweet, sharp scent that bathes over you. When his lips finally meet yours, the kiss is rough and desperate, heated and aching. His fangs scrape over your lip, grazing the delicate skin but not breaking it. His tongue slides into your mouth, and his hand returns to the back of your neck, tightening his grip.
One of your hands fix into his shirt as you lean into him, nipping at his lip. You shift your free hand up into his hair, tousling through the soft, silky curls before gently tugging. He groans and pulls you closer, and - gods, itâs incredible. Warmth drags down your spine like a hot coal, searing and addictive. You squirm a little in his grasp, shifting until youâre straddling his hips, and he pulls away to kiss down your jaw, murmuring soft words into the skin.
When he gets to your chest, you let him untie the robe and spread his hands underneath, peeling the fabric off your shoulders, fingers slowly warming as they trail down your back. His hands settle on your waist as he kisses you again, mouth soft against yours.
Gods, you need him. Youâre already soaked, and heâs barely even touched you.
You can feel him hardening underneath you, his movements growing desperate, his breathing labored. You grind your hips against him and he lets out a strained noise against your lips, shuddering. He pulls away, examining your expression as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
The movement is tender and incredibly sweet, but youâre hardly patient. Youâve been wanting him ever since he sat on that log in the forest, gaze roaming over every inch of you. You let out a soft whine, attempting to tug off his shirt. He does absolutely nothing to help you.
âAstarion,â you breathe. âPlease.â
âHm? Did you want something, darling?â he asks, the desire in his voice betraying his otherwise casual tone.
âI want you,â you tell him, rolling your hips again in search of the friction you so desperately need. âPlease. I want you.â
âEasy, love. You have me,â he replies, brushing his thumb against your lips. Your heart swells with a fondness that would threaten to make you cry if you werenât so ridiculously needy.
And finally, thank the gods, he takes off his godsdamned shirt.
You run a hand up his shoulder, then into his hair. Youâd once thought that he was using a special shampoo - his hair was so soft, it seemed the only explanation. Then youâd seen him with the same shampoo you were using, and youâd practically wept with envy over his ridiculously perfect genes. Even now, as you run your hands through the silk-soft curls, you donât understand it.Â
Then you trace up the line of his ear, and he shudders, leaning into your touch. When you gently massage the tip of his helix, he lets out a soft, seeking noise and his eyes flutter shut. Hells, you swear that you can feel him growing even harder beneath you. Another roll of your hips and his eyes slowly open again, half-lidded and glazed with desire. His hands firmly grip your waist, and thereâs the briefest sensation of falling as he rolls you back onto your bedroll, tucking the pillow under your head.
He kisses along your clavicle, nosing down your ribs, humming against your skin. Feather-light brushes of his lips meet your ribs, then your breast, pausing to swipe his tongue over your nipple before he proceeds downward. When he arrives at your navel, your legs automatically spread open for him, and he lets out a hum of approval. He takes a leg in his hand and kisses up the thigh, warm, sharp kisses that trail up to the place you want him most.
He starts off slowly - a long lick over your clit, a quick swipe of his tongue before he settles between your legs, propping your thigh over his shoulder and starting a maddening rhythm. After all this time, you really should know how much pleasure to expect - but after everything, after his confession in the Shadowlands and the fear with Cazador, this still feels⊠new.
And Astarion is very, very good at what he does. He seems to know exactly what you want before you do, before your mind can put it into tangible thought, and before your body can even search for it. He works a finger into you, then two, and youâre left gasping and squirming as he sets an agonizingly slow pace. After a moment, he speeds up, just where you want him, perfect, perfect-
And then he pulls away, and the look on his face practically shouts that he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Of course he does. Heâs always been a tease. His fingers continue their work, languidly dragging in and out of you as he speaks.
âYou know,â he says, pressing a kiss to your thigh, âback at the river, this was all I could think about. Getting my mouth on you. Watching you come apart piece by piece.â
Gods, heâs been direct before, but never that direct. Frankly, youâre surprised you donât come then and there. Instead, you clench hard around his fingers and whimper, rolling your hips in time with his movements.
âAstarion,â you pant, unable to coax your mind into forming a coherent reply. âGods, Astarion.â
He hums in response, flashing you a wicked grin. âThatâs it, darling,â he encourages, shifting his fingers until theyâre brushing against a spot that makes your vision black out. âSay my name. Let everyone hear you.â
You manage a laugh that quickly fades into a soft moan. âThe entire camp will kill me if I wake them up.â
He nips at your thigh. âLet them try,â he muses. âTheyâll have to get through me.â
He lowers his mouth between your legs again, and your head falls back against the pillow. Itâs an embarrassingly short time before your muscles start to tense up, wiring you with pleasure from head to toe. One of your hands fixes in his hair, pulling tightly as white-hot pleasure sparks through your abdomen, and oh, gods, youâre coming-
Your vision cuts out again. Your mind fuzzes over, drunk with pleasure, leaving you shuddering, clenching around his fingers, moaning into your free hand.Â
You know heâd prefer to hear you, but if you actually disturb any of the others, youâll die of embarrassment. One day, the two of you will have your own house with a real bed, and youâll be as loud as you want. For now, you muffle your cries into your fingers and tremble through your climax.
Your body floats weightlessly for a moment in what must be Elysium, until you finally rejoin yourself and find your limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Astarion huffs, placing a final kiss on you until he crawls upward, kissing up your chest again.Â
Heâs still holding himself back - you can see it in the way he moves, in the tension of his muscles and the coil of his shoulders. Thereâs a fire in his eyes, a hunger that you recognize so well. When he reaches your neck, you instinctively tilt your head, allowing him access to his usual spot.Â
For a moment, he hesitates, his warm breath fanning over the skin as your pulse hammers in your throat. Then he groans, grinding himself into your leg as he bites down, chasing his pleasure against your thigh as your blood spills into his mouth.
You know this routine so very well by now. The sting of the bite, and the numbness that follows. The ebb and flow of your blood, filling his mouth. The slight dizziness that comes before he pulls away, swiping his tongue over the bite for one final taste.
âGods,â he pants, gripping your shoulder. Then, to your utter disappointment and confusion, he pulls away. âWait here, my sweet. I need to - Iâll be right back. I promise.â
And before you can protest, heâs scrambling out the tent. For a long, numb moment, you stare at the tent opening, wondering if youâre dreaming. The silence of the tent grates on your ears, echoing the sound of your breathing until you can barely stand it. Then heâs pushing inside again, a scroll in hand as he closes the tent.
âDo I want to know what that is?â you ask.
âA scroll of Silence, darling. Iâve been saving it.â He flashes you a grin, murmuring the incantation as the scroll shimmers in his hand. Pure Weave, confined into parchment.Â
You donât hear the spell take effect, but you feel it. Itâs a thickness in the air, a heaviness in your movements.Â
Astarion doesnât waste another second. He pushes up to kiss you, and itâs messy - your tongue against his, the sting of sharp teeth, your hand in his hair and his hand on the nape of your neck. Thereâs the taste of metal and herbs: your blood mixed with the remnants of a healing potion. He spreads your legs with his knee, then sits back on his heels and reaches down to undo his trousers.
You study him for a moment. The crease of his brow. The alabaster of his skin, sculpted out like a statue from marble.Â
If you were an artist, youâd make him your lifeâs work. Youâd chip out his every feature little by little, painstakingly working away at the stone to define the look in his eyes when he tells you he loves you. Youâd spend ages carving every wrinkle, every line, every perfect imperfection. The touch of it would be cold, like him, but it could never compare to how he looks as he settles over you, eyes blown dark with desire.Â
He inches closer, still on his knees, and takes hold of your thighs, lifting them up to meet his hips before gently easing inside of you. He lets out a sharp exhale as he slowly presses deeper, his grip shifting to your waist.
Nothing could compare to the way it feels as he fills you up inch by inch, murmuring praise, telling you how beautiful you are for him. âDarling,â he bites out, gritting his teeth at the pleasure. âIf anyone ever tries anything like that with you again, Iâll tear them to shreds.â
You laugh a little, breathless, delirious in the delicious stretch of him inside you. âI wonât stop you. I just might ask to break their nose first.â
He shakes his head, but a small smile plays on his lips before he straightens and starts his rhythm. Slow, even thrusts that leave you grasping at the blankets beneath you, trying to steady yourself in the waves of sensation. He stares down at you, half-drunk on your blood, lips parted and his cheeks flushed.
âYou feel incredible,â he breathes. âGods. Youâre incredible.â
Your eyes donât quite know where to land. They never do. Now, they flutter over his abdomen, taking in the sight of the muscles that ripple and contract with the rolling of his hips. The droplets of sweat that slowly build on his skin, glimmering like crystals.Â
His jaw clenches, and his pace starts to quicken, and the feeling of him inside of your aching cunt is just so godsdamned good. His cock stretches you out like it was made for you, and soon your lungs are hardly filling with air. You canât think, and you can scarcely breathe. All you know is that youâre not going to last much longer.
You tug at the blankets and shut your eyes, and he lets out another soft, aching noise as he thrusts deeper, faster, filling you up, the slick sound of your arousal echoing through the tent and mixing with the heaving of your breaths. You clench around him and he groans, shifting the angle of your hips, rhythm frantic.
âThatâs it,â he pants. âCome for me, darling.â
And you do. Your body clenches around him as you cry out, back arching, pleasure overtaking every thought but one: Astarion. Astarion, Astarion, Astarion. Your breaths scrape shallowly through your chest and ecstasy burns through every inch of you, every nerve - until you feel paralyzed. Content, thoroughly fucked and sated, but paralyzed.
 Youâve just started to come back to your senses when Astarion follows you over the edge, a moan tumbling from his lips that sounds remarkably like your name. His hips thrust a few more times, chasing after his pleasure, clumsy movements that slow to a halt as he shuts his eyes. He shudders, then slackens, carefully pulling out of you before he wraps his hands around your thighs and gently lowers them back to the bedroll.
You can barely move, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure as he cleans you up, smoothing the hair out of your face as he lays next to you.
âYou know,â he says, âI think Iâm going to ask Gale to make us another one of those scrolls.â
And, gods, all you can do is laugh.
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AFFECTION â Soldier Boy
Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.
Word count: 0.9k
Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.
Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.
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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.
Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.
You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.
The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.
"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah."
He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.
"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.
"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."
"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.
"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.
"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"
"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."
Ben rolled his eyes.
"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.
You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"
Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.
"The fuck you want?"
You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.
Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.
"What the fuck was that?"
You giggled. "Affection."
He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."
You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."
"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.
"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them andâ"
"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."
He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."
Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."
"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.
You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.
"Do it again."
"Excuse me?"
"The stupid hug, do it again."
You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"
"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat myâ?"
His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.
"Thanks!"
You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.
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