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Monster • Caitlyn Kiramman

Warnings: 18+ characters, vampire! Caitlyn, hunter! Reader, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blood play, biting, overstimulation, bondage, mentions of werewolf! Vi, use of a strap-on, vaginal penetration, praising, slight degradation, use of ‘good girl’

Pairings: Caitlyn Kiramman x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

After Vi’s run-in with the hunter, Caitlyn sets out on the journey to find such woman—her intentions to feast on you and suck your blood dry for even crossing into her territory. But things don’t seem to work out that way and she finds herself at the mercy of you just as Vi once was.

The moonlight gleamed off the worn gravestones, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance with the wind. Caitlyn’s boots echoed softly against the soft earth as she paced slowly through the graveyard, her gaze fixed on the darkened path ahead. Her thoughts were tangled, the sharp edge of her focus consumed with the scent of the hunter girl—Vi’s former lover. The lingering traces of her scent had clawed at Caitlyn’s thoughts ever since Vi returned, and now, they twisted inside her chest like a knot of jealousy and rage.

Her sharp senses had picked it up, unmistakable and still hanging in the air. The hunter’s scent was everywhere—the mingling mix of wild, earthy musk, and something more intoxicating. Every time Caitlyn closed her eyes, it was there, consuming her thoughts. She couldn’t deny it any longer—the woman, the enigma, was a constant in her mind, and Caitlyn hated it. She hated the fact that she could smell her, could practically feel her presence even when she wasn’t around.

A growl rumbled deep in her chest as Caitlyn’s instincts stirred. Her blood boiled at the thought of this woman, the one who had entangled herself with Vi. Was she a threat? Was she trying to get between them? Caitlyn’s fangs slowly elongated, her eyes glowing with the first flicker of monstrous hunger. She could almost taste the power surge as her beastly instincts began to rise to the surface.

Her body moved with unnatural speed as she followed the scent, slipping into the shadows like a wraith. The graveyard seemed to stretch endlessly before her, but Caitlyn’s senses never wavered. The smell was getting stronger now, more concentrated. It wasn’t just a trace anymore. It was a trail.

The wind shifted and carried the scent to her more sharply, and in that moment, she realized she was close. Her eyes glinted with animalistic anticipation, and the predator within her stirred, pushing her forward as her body shifted—her mind now fully consumed by the need to hunt. There was no room for anything else. Just the scent. Just the urge to confront the hunter girl.

The cabin loomed in the distance, a soft yellow light glowing faintly in the window, a beacon in the thickening night. The scent was stronger now, and Caitlyn knew she had reached her destination. It was here, in this isolated place, where she would find her.

With barely a whisper of sound, Caitlyn glided toward the door, her form slipping between the shadows, unseen. She felt the surge of power in her limbs, her senses razor-sharp, as if every step taken had purpose. Her heart beat with a mixture of fury and a twisted kind of desire for retribution. She wasn’t sure what she intended to do, but she knew she had to confront this woman. She had to destroy the presence of her that lingered between her and Vi.

Inside the cabin, the air was thick and heavy. It smelled of wood, dust, and something faintly metallic—another trace of the hunter’s scent. Caitlyn crept through the darkness, her eyes flicking to every corner, every shadow, searching for her target. Every creak of the floorboards beneath her feet seemed to vibrate with the tension in the room.

Her anger was palpable, and yet, her patience was unnerving. She moved slowly, deliberately, letting the weight of the silence settle around her. There was no sign of the woman, though the scent still lingered in the air like a taunting whisper.

Caitlyn’s fangs gleamed in the dim light as her anger began to surface again. She had come here for a reason, and that reason was slipping away from her. Her eyes narrowed, and she tossed a stool violently across the room, the sound of splintering wood filling the cabin with a burst of frustration. The chair crashed into the wall, pieces flying across the floor.

She stood still for a moment, trying to gather herself. Her fists clenched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Stay calm, she told herself. Stay focused. But then, another scent reached her. Faint, unfamiliar, and burning with a rancid sharpness. She froze, her nose twitching as the stench infiltrated her senses. She’d never smelled anything like it before—nothing that was so wrong.

The smell was sour and sickly, an overpowering chemical stench that clawed at her insides. Her stomach twisted as she followed the scent, almost involuntarily, toward a small cloth lying discarded near the hearth. Without thinking, she grabbed it, bringing it to her face.

The moment the cloth touched her nose, the burning sensation hit her like a blast of heat. Her eyes watered, her skin prickling in agony as her mind reeled. The putrid stench burned through her nostrils, the sensation sharp enough to make her gag. Her fangs snapped instinctively, and she threw the cloth away with force, her breath coming out in sharp, frustrated gasps.

“What the hell is that?” she hissed, her voice strained, as she wiped her nose furiously with the back of her hand. The sensation lingered, nauseating and strange, almost as if it were meant to incapacitate her, to stop her from using her powers. Was this a trap? She felt her chest tighten, the air feeling thicker in her lungs.

With a growl, Caitlyn turned to leave, her mind racing. She had to keep searching, had to find the woman. But just as she moved toward the door, she felt a sudden, overwhelming pressure settle over her chest, crushing her breath. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud, her body unable to function. Her vision blurred as her head spun, disoriented and weak.

“W-What is happening?” she gasped, trying to push herself up, but her limbs wouldn’t obey. The air felt thick, pressing against her chest like an invisible weight. She strained, her body shaking, trying to summon her strength—but it was no use.

Then came the sound of soft clapping.

Caitlyn’s head snapped toward the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief. You stood there, leaning casually against the frame, your smile almost kind, yet chilling in its sincerity. There was something deeply unsettling about your expression, something cold in your amusement. You took a few steps forward, your eyes gleaming with a quiet triumph.

“Well, well,” you said, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Congratulations, Caitlyn. You fell for it so easily.”

Caitlyn’s breath caught in her throat, and she tried to move, to rush at you. But her legs couldn’t hold her. She collapsed, her body crumpling like a ragdoll onto the floor. Her teeth gritted together, frustration bubbling up, her mind screaming at her to fight.

“What did you do to me?” she demanded, her voice strained, weak.

You stepped closer, your expression shifting into something more predatory as you looked down at her. “Oh, it’s simple,” you replied coolly, “Just a little concoction I brewed—specifically for your kind. A sedative, really. Only a small dose is necessary, but you took in more than your share, didn’t you?” You tilted your head, eyes gleaming. “Your powers? Useless now. And I’d say you’ll be out for longer than I intended.”

Caitlyn’s vision flickered, her heart hammering in her chest, but she couldn’t fight it. Her head sagged to the floor, her limbs too heavy to move. The last thing she saw before her world went dark was your smirking face.

“Sleep well, Caitlyn,” you whispered softly as the shadows closed in around her. “I’ll be seeing you again.”

Caitlyn groggily stirred from the haze that clouded her mind, her body feeling like dead weight. Her chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, each one feeling heavier than the last. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and a deep pressure weighed down on her chest. Panic began to set in, and she tried to shake it off, blinking hard to clear her vision.

As her focus sharpened, the fog of sleep lifting, Caitlyn quickly became aware of the painful truth of her situation. Her hands were chained behind her back, the metal digging into her wrists, and around her neck was a cold, unyielding collar—its presence as constricting as the fear that coiled in her stomach. She tried to pull at the chains, her muscles straining with effort, but no matter how hard she tugged, they wouldn’t give. Her strength—her unnatural, monstrous strength—was completely gone. The weight of the sedative still held her down, and the familiar hum of her powers was nonexistent, leaving her frustrated, helpless.

“Dammit,” she muttered, a low growl forming in her chest as her fangs scraped against her lip. Her vision blurred again, but she pushed it back, glaring at the darkened room in defiance. She would get out of this. She had to.

Suddenly, the soft sound of running water interrupted her thoughts, and Caitlyn’s eyes flickered toward the bathroom door. Through her half-blurred vision, she saw you step into the room, drying your hands casually with a towel, completely at ease as if nothing had happened. The sight of you—of your smug expression—made Caitlyn’s blood boil. Her eyes locked onto yours, and a fire of rage sparked in her chest, driving her forward despite the chains that held her in place.

“Let me out!” Caitlyn growled, her voice laced with venom. She bared her fangs at you, trying to rise from the floor despite the heavy chains that kept her tethered to the ground. “If you don’t let me go right now, the Kirammans will hunt you down and rip you apart! You’ll wish you’d never crossed me, or Vi for that matter.”

You paused, glancing over at her with an almost amused smirk, your eyes glinting in the dim light of the cabin. “The Kirammans, huh?” you said, your tone mocking, laced with humor. “Let me guess, your father’s Tobias, right? A half-breed who’s not even considered a true vampire by your kind?” You shook your head, unfazed by her threats. “And your dear mother, Cassandra? From what I’ve heard, she’s little more than a passive beast, unskilled in any real combat. She might be a threat in her own way, but it’s easier to deal with her than it is to tie a knot.”

Caitlyn’s jaw clenched at the mention of her family. She hated hearing you talk about them in such a dismissive tone, as if they were beneath her. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way you talked so casually about their deaths, as if it were nothing more than a simple inconvenience.

“You think I can’t kill you?” Caitlyn hissed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion and growing fury. “You think you can just walk away after what you’ve done? You have no idea who I am, or who my family is. They’ll track you down. They’ll feast on your bones.”

You chuckled darkly, stepping forward and running a finger through your hair, your eyes still glimmering with amusement. “Caitlyn,” you cooed, mocking the seriousness in her voice. “I’m not worried about your family. You may be powerful and quite influential but even then, it’s still not enough.”

Caitlyn’s stomach twisted with fury at your words. The rage in her eyes intensified, her fangs visible as she snapped her teeth, but she couldn’t move—not with the chains holding her in place, not with the lingering effects of the sedative weighing down her limbs.

“Shut up,” she snapped, her voice tinged with anger. “What the hell do you want with me?”

You tilted your head and flashed her a wicked smirk, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “I’m guessing you have an idea, don’t you?” you asked, your voice a teasing drawl. “I’m the woman who was with Vi. She and I go way back.” You let out a soft, almost wistful laugh. “Vi’s still the same beast I remember. Still a creature of instinct, wild, untamed… and I enjoyed my time with her, believe me.”

Caitlyn’s eyes flashed with a fury unlike any other, her breath quickening as her chest tightened. “You,” she growled, her teeth flashing like knives in the dark, “you think that means something? You think I give a damn about your time with her?”

Her anger bubbled over, the heat of it suffocating her rational thoughts. You knew exactly what to say to provoke her, to make her want to tear you apart. And somehow, that only made her want to fight more, even if her body wasn’t cooperating.

Her breath came in sharp bursts, her fangs gleaming in the low light, and her eyes flared with an intensity that burned like fire. She was desperate to lash out, but she was trapped—physically, emotionally, and now… mentally. You had her where you wanted her.

“So tell me,” you said, your voice still light and playful, “What are you going to do now? You’re just a pretty little vampire with no fangs, Caitlyn. What will you do when the Kirammans can’t save you?”

Caitlyn’s mouth was dry, and her chest tightened with a mixture of fury and helplessness. She knew what she wanted to say, but it didn’t matter. In the end, she was at your mercy. And right now, it felt like she had none.

Her jaw tightened, her fangs gleaming as she glared daggers at you. But there was something in her eyes—a flicker of uncertainty, of doubt. You had struck a nerve, and you knew it.

You sauntered closer to her, picking up a knife from the nearby table. The blade gleamed in the dim light as you turned it over in your hand, inspecting it casually. Caitlyn puffed out her chest, her glare unwavering as she spat, “If you’re going to kill me, then get it over with.”

You stopped in front of her, letting out a low laugh. “Kill you?” you said, tilting your head. “Oh, Caitlyn, I’m not here to kill you.”

With a deliberate motion, you pressed the edge of the blade against your arm, dragging it just enough to draw blood. A small bead of crimson welled up, sliding down your skin. Caitlyn’s nose twitched immediately, her sharp senses honing in on the scent. Her body stiffened, her breathing growing heavier as the intoxicating aroma of your blood filled the air.

Her composure began to crack. Her glowing eyes darted between your arm and your face, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. She tried to fight it, to keep control, but the hunger was too strong, too overwhelming. Her fangs ached, her entire body screaming for her to take what she needed.

“You want a taste, don’t you?” you asked, your voice smooth and teasing. You held your arm out slightly, just close enough to tempt her further. “If you behave, maybe I’ll let you have some.”

Caitlyn clenched her jaw, trying to summon the strength to resist, but her body betrayed her. Her chest heaved, her fangs lengthened, and her eyes were locked onto the blood dripping from your arm. The scent was overwhelming, consuming her thoughts and instincts.

“Screw yourself,” she hissed, though her voice wavered. “When I get out of these chains, I’ll tear you apart.”

You smirked, leaning in closer. “Oh, Vi said the same thing,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement. “But we both know how that turned out, don’t we?”

Caitlyn’s eyes burned with fury at the mention of Vi, but her focus was slipping. You raised your wrist to your lips, deliberately licking the blood that had pooled there. The scent grew stronger, more potent, and it sent Caitlyn over the edge. Her eyes darted between your wrist and your mouth, her beastly instincts taking over as her breathing grew more erratic.

You leaned in, your voice low and mocking. “Come on, Caitlyn. I know you want it. Stop fighting and just give in.”

Her resolve shattered. The hunger, the intoxicating pull of your blood, was too much. Caitlyn’s fangs glinted in the dim light as she lunged forward, sinking them into your arm with a growl. The moment her teeth pierced your skin, she was consumed by the rush. The warmth, the taste—it was euphoric, electrifying. Every drop of blood that filled her was like a drug, intoxicating her senses and drowning out everything else.

Her fangs buried deeper into your arm as she fed, her entire body trembling with the intensity of it. She was lost, completely consumed by the moment, her mind clouded with the pleasure of it. Nothing else mattered—not the chains, not the collar, not even you. All that existed was the blood, the power it gave her, and the hunger it satisfied.

You watched her with a wicked smile, your amusement only growing as she surrendered completely. “That’s it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over her labored breaths. “Good girl.”

The air in the cellar is thick, heavy with the scent of blood. Caitlyn’s fangs are deeply embedded in your arm, her body trembling with the power of the feed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she drinks from you. Her hands, bound behind her, are flexing and straining in vain against the chains, and her eyes—glowing with hunger—are fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

For a moment, you allow her to drink, watching the way her body responds to the rush, to the sweetness of your blood, to the way it’s driving her wild. But then, as her greed deepens, you know it’s time to pull back. She’s already too far gone, teetering on the edge of losing herself entirely.

You take a deep breath, then grab her by the back of the head, trying to pull her away with a firm, swift motion.

Caitlyn’s body fights against you, but her desperation makes her stronger. Her growl is low and guttural, a desperate, animalistic sound that reverberates through the room. She tries to push forward, her fangs still embedded in your skin, but you press her back, your grip tight, controlling.

“Enough,” you hiss, your voice sharp as you try to force her away. Her hands claw behind her back uselessly, her body rigid with frustration, the hunger burning in her eyes.

But Caitlyn’s not done. She’s feral now, completely consumed by the desire, the need to feed, to drain you dry. She makes a guttural noise, barely human, as her head snaps forward, trying to latch deeper into your arm.

“Greedy little vampire,” you grimaced, grabbing her by the jaw with one hand, physically prying her mouth open, trying to remove her fangs from your flesh. The pressure of her bite is sharp, the sensation of her fangs digging into your skin maddening, but you don’t flinch. You can’t.

You wrenched your arm back suddenly, breaking the connection and taking a step out of Caitlyn’s reach. Her head snapped up, her glowing eyes wild and ravenous as she instinctively lunged forward, but the chains yanked her back. A growl rumbled low in her throat, guttural and animalistic, as she strained against her restraints, her fangs bared and dripping with crimson.

“Easy there,” you teased, holding up your arm just out of her reach, blood still oozing from the shallow wound. “You don’t want to get too greedy, now, do you?”

Caitlyn’s chest heaved, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she fought to regain control of herself. But she was too far gone, her mind overtaken by the intoxicating taste of your blood. Her lips parted, a desperate sound escaping her as she leaned forward, straining against the cuffs that held her in place. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to have more, to sink her fangs into you again and drain you dry.

“You’re pathetic,” you said, your tone dripping with mockery. “Look at you—completely feral. Is this the mighty Kiramman I’ve heard so much about? Or just a starving little beast who can’t control herself?”

She snarled at you, a wordless sound of fury and hunger, but there was no mistaking the desperation in her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, her body trembling as the scent of your blood still hung thick in the air. She lunged again, only for the chains to snap her back into place, her head bowing as she let out a frustrated growl.

“You really are hopeless,” you continued, stepping closer with an infuriating smirk on your lips. “So much for all that high-and-mighty vampire pride, huh? One little taste, and you’re already begging for more.”

“I’m not begging,” Caitlyn hissed, though her voice was hoarse, trembling with the effort of holding herself back. Her glowing eyes darted to your arm again, her fangs aching with the need to sink into flesh, but she grit her teeth, forcing herself to look away. “I don’t need anything from you.”

“Oh, really?” You raised an eyebrow, your smirk deepening as you stepped even closer, letting the scent of your blood flood her senses again. She flinched, her head snapping back toward you despite herself, her body betraying the resolve she was trying so desperately to cling to. “Your body says otherwise.”

Caitlyn growled low in her throat, her fangs glinting as she glared up at you, but the wildness in her eyes betrayed her. She tried to speak, to retort, but the hunger clawing at her insides had stolen her voice. Her gaze flicked between your face and your arm, every breath she took pulling more of that intoxicating scent into her lungs.

You tilted your head, watching her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “It’s almost adorable,” you murmured, your voice soft but cutting. “You’re trying so hard to fight it. But you and I both know you’re losing.”

She snarled again, her body tensing as she fought against the chains, but it was clear she was at her limit. Her glowing eyes burned with rage and hunger, her lips pulling back in a feral sneer as she tried to snap at you despite the distance between you.

“See?” you said, stepping back with a laugh. “Completely feral.”

Caitlyn didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her mind was consumed by the need, the hunger, the overwhelming scent of your blood that still lingered in the air. Her body trembled, her fangs bared as she stared at you like a predator stalking its prey, but the chains held her firmly in place.

“You really are something else, Kiramman,” you said, your voice laced with mockery as you finally turned away, heading toward the table to grab a rag to wipe the blood from your arm. “I think I might just keep you around a little longer. Watching you squirm like this is far too entertaining to give up just yet.”

Caitlyn strains against the cold metal of her restraints, her vampire strength useless against the unyielding chains. She glares up at you balefully, her crimson eyes glowing with barely suppressed rage. "Let me out!" She snarls, baring her fangs at you menacingly.

Her threats are empty, her fear pungent on the air. You smile at her, a slow, predatory curve of your lips. "I think what you mean to say," you murmur, crouching down to meet her eyes, "Is please. Please, may I have some blood?"

Caitlyn's eyes widen, a look of shock crossing her features. "Wh...what?"

You chuckle darkly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face. "Come now, Caitlyn. We both know that's what you really want."

You lean in close, your lips brushing her ear as you whisper your next words. "To be fed, to be dominated, to be owned completely." Caitlyn shivers, a small, involuntary sound escaping her throat. She tries to pull away from you, but the chains binding her are unyielding.

"I don't...I won't..."Her protests are weak, her resistance crumbling under your hungry gaze.

"You will," you assure her, your voice a low purr of dominance. "Because I know how much you need it. How much you crave it." You trail your fingers down her neck, over the pounding pulse of her jugular.

"Your body knows what it wants, even if your mouth won't admit it."

You press a slow, deliberate kiss to her exposed throat, your tongue laving the pale skin. Caitlyn gasps, her head tipping back to bare more of herself to you. You can feel her trembling, the vibrations traveling up your lips to your bones.

"Pleasure," you murmur against her flesh. "That's all this is. Simple, primal pleasure." Your words, spoken low and seductive, are almost inaudible. But you know she can hear them, can feel them vibrating in her very soul.

You know she's close to breaking, to submitting to the desire you've kindled within her. "Just say the words, Caitlyn." Another kiss, another brush of lips and fang. "Beg for what you need."

Caitlyn's pride wars with her desperation, her need for sustenance battling with her stubborn will. She's been fighting you, struggling against your hold, determined not to give you the satisfaction of hearing her beg. But the longer you tease her, the weaker her resolve grows. Her body screams for what you're offering, craves the life-giving blood pumping through your veins.

"Please," she finally gasps, the word torn from her throat against her better judgement. "Please, I need..." she breaks off, swallowing hard. Her eyes, when they meet yours, are pools of scarlet desperation.

"I need you," she whispers, the words hanging heavy in the air between you. "Please. I need your blood."

You smile, a slow, predatory curl of your lips. "That's it," you murmur approvingly, running your fingers through her hair. "Good girl." Caitlyn leans into your touch, her eyes slipping closed as she savors the praise.

You can feel her hunger beating at you, a physical ache in the space between you. But you ignore it for now, focused on her capitulation. Youtrail your fingers down to the chains, snapping your fingers sharply. "On your knees," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument.

Caitlyn immediately complies, the metal of her restraints clinking as she drops to the floor before you. She gazes up at you adoringly, her head bowed submissively. "Now," you purr, "Open your mouth."

You release your throbbing clit from the tight rubber band, the action making you hiss as the cool air hits your sensitive flesh. The pleasure almost painfully intense after such prolonged stimulation. Caitlyn gazes up at you, her eyes hooded and dark with lust. "Please," she rasps, "I need to taste you."

Without waiting for permission, she dives forward, her hot mouth engulfing your aching sex. Your eyes roll back in your head at the first swipe of her tongue, a low moan tumbling from your lips as she devours you. Her mouth is magic on your skin, licking and suckling at your pussy as if she's starving for the taste of you. You can feel her fangs grazing your tender flesh and it only heightens your pleasure, the slight pain mixing with the ecstasy until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

Caitlyn moans against your core, the vibrations adding to your pleasure as she feasts on your juices. You thread your fingers through her hair, holding her close as you grind your hips against her face. "That's it," you pant, "Take what you need, my good little vampire slut." She whimpers at your filthy praise, doubling her efforts. Her tongue delves deep, lapping at your inner walls, before moving up to circle your throbbing clit. You're close, so close, your thighs starting to tremble with the force of your impending release.

"Don't stop,” you demand, your voice strained. "Don't you dare fucking stop," Caitlyn growls in response, the sound sending delicious vibrations through your core. She redoubles her efforts, alternating between suckling hard on your clit and plunging her tongue as deep inside you as she can reach.

Caitlyn sucks your clit into her mouth with single-minded greed, her tongue working feverishly over the bundle of nerves. You can feel her fangs grazing your sensitive flesh and it only serves to heighten your pleasure, sending electric thrills shooting up your spine. Her hunger is a living thing, palpable in the air around you, in the desperate way she's devouring your cunt like a woman starved.

You know she could take you, could bite down and fill her mouth with your essence, but she holds herself back. You can see her muscles trembling with the effort of restraint, hear her teeth grinding against each other as she fights her darker impulses. It's a testament to her obedience, her complete submission to your will. And it only serves to turn you on more, to push you higher.

Your orgasm crashes into you with the force of a tsunami, your back bowing as pleasure wracks through you in intense waves. You moan, a high, keening sound that echoes off the walls as your pussy clamps down hard. Your juices gush out to flood Caitlyn's greedy mouth, and she swallows every drop, not spilling a single precious bit of your essence. Through the haze of your climax, you can feel her pressing closer, her nose grinding into your clit as she prolongs your ecstasy. But she doesn't stop at one, doesn't give you a chance to come down from your high.

She continues to eat you through the aftershocks, her tongue dipping into your still-fluttering hole as if to catch any stray drops. You writhe against her, your hips bucking uncontrollably as she wrings every last tremor from your spent body.

Caitlyn snarls in frustration as you pull her mouth away from your aching core, her fangs bared in a feral grimace. She strains against the chains holding her hands behind her back, trying to buck her hips forward to regain the friction you denied her. But you keep a firm grip on her head, holding her in place as you watch her writhe beneath you.

"P-Please," she whines, her voice high and needy, "I need...I need more." You just smirk down at her, reveling in the desperation radiating from her body. You know you have her now, completely at your mercy. A simple no from you, and you could leave her aching and unsatisfied, her hunger a constant throb between her thighs.

But that's not what you want.

You kneel down, throwing Caitlyn's legs over your shoulders with a predatory growl. She gasps, her eyes widening as you settle between her thighs. Your hair brushes against the sensitive skin of her inner legs, making her shudder.

"Please," she begs, the word a broken moan, "Please, I can't stand it." You lean in, inhaling deeply, savoring the rich musk of her arousal.

"You beg so pretty," you murmur, your breath hot against her weeping slit, "But I don't think you've suffered enough yet." With a wicked grin, you run the flat of your tongue up her pussy, licking a slow stripe from her entrance to her throbbing clit. Caitlyn cries out, her hips jerking as if hit by lightning, but the chains hold her firmly in place.

You take your time, lapping at her folds like a cat lapping cream, coating your tongue in her sweet, tangy essence. Caitlyn thrashes beneath you, her body twisting and writhing as if trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure. But there is no escape, no respite from your relentless ministrations. You dip the tip of your tongue into her tight hole, fucking her with shallow strokes. She bucks against your face, trying to take you deeper, to drive herself onto your invading muscle. But you won't allow it. You keep the thrusts light, teasing, prolonging her torment.

You move higher, swirling your tongue around her clit in lazy circles that gradually tighten in spiral. Caitlyn keens, her voice ragged as she chants mindlessly, "Pleasepleasepleaseplease..." You can feel her start to throb against your lips, her climax hovering just out of reach.

You can feel her start to throb against your lips, her climax hovering just out of reach. With a wicked grin, you slowly plunge one finger into her tight, clinging heat. Caitlyn bucks wildly, a broken moan escaping her throat. "Fuck!" she gasps, her hips rocking frantically to try and take your teasing finger deeper.

You keep your touch light, pumping your finger in and out of her in excruciatingly shallow strokes. She's so close, trembling on the precipice of oblivion, but you hold her back by a thread, denying her the final push she needs. Leaning forward, you ghost your lips over her drenched folds, your warm breath making her muscles clench and flutter. "What do you want, Caitlyn?" you ask, your tone deceptively mild. "Do you want me back in your pussy?"

“Fuck, yes…!”

At her answer, you seal your lips around her clit and suck hard, piercing your tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time, you curl your finger inside her, stroking along the rippling walls of her sheath in a come-hither motion. Caitlyn moans, her body going rigid as her orgasm slams into her like a freight train. Her back bows, every muscle in her body pulling taut with the force of her release.

You work her through it mercilessly, pumping your finger and flicking your tongue against her spasming flesh, coaxing every last tremor from her spent body. Only when the rippling of her walls starts to slow do you ease off, gentling your touches to bring her back down from the dizzying heights of ecstasy.

You kiss her, your tongues tangling languidly as you share her taste. She moans into your mouth, her kiss as desperate as a drowning woman seeking air. You pull back, trailing your lips over her cheekbone and down to her ear.

"You did so well, my vampire," you murmur, your voice a low, approving rumble. "So eager, so responsive." You nip at her earlobe before soothing the sting with your tongue. Caitlyn shivers, a full body tremble that makes your still-buried finger clench inside her.

"More," she begs, the word a breathless gasp against your skin. "Please, I need more."

"You want more blood, or you want more of me?" you ask, already knowing the answer. Your little vampire is insatiable, always greedy for more. Whether it's the crimson nectar of life pumping through your veins, or your body bringing her to heights of ecstasy she's never known, she craves both like a drug. And you're more than happy to oblige, to feed and fuck her until she's a boneless heap of satiation.

Caitlyn's choice is the same, her voice a wanton moan that hangs heavy on the air. "Both! God, please, I need it all. Need-you." Her desperate plea is like the sweetest music, stoking your own desires into a raging inferno. With a final, searing kiss, you rise and saunter over to the table, the chains of her restraints clinking with every step.

You take your time putting on the harness, adjusting the straps so the dildo stands proud and ready. The latex feels cool and clingy against your skin, a sensual contrast to the heat building in your core as you picture burying the thick cock deep in Caitlyn's waiting heat. You turn back to your vampire, your eyes glinting with predatory hunger as they rake over her bound form. The sight of her like this, chained and open and so utterly at your mercy, sends a fresh flood of arousal straight to your pussy, making the toy bob enticingly.

You stalk toward her slowly, savoring the way her eyes dilate and her tongue swipes over her bottom lip as you approach. Stopping just out of reach, you trail the tip of the dildo up the inside of her thigh, watching her muscles jump and twitch under your touch.

"I'm gonna fuck you," you purr, your words sending a shiver down Caitlyn's spine. "I'm gonna go so hard, so deep, you'll forget your own name." You punctuate your promise with a teasing swirl of the cock around her dripping pussy, coating the head in her slick arousal. Caitlyn whimpers, her hips canting forward in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. But you pull back at the last second, grinning at her frustrated growl.

"Beg for it," you demand, your voice a low, seductive rumble. "Beg me to ruin this needy pussy."

Caitlyn's pride wars with her lust, her stubbornness battling with the aching emptiness in her core. But you can see the exact moment when desire wins out, when she gives herself over completely to the need pulsing between her thighs.

"Please," she gasps, her voice ragged and rough. "Please, I need your cock. Need you to fill me up, fuck me full until I can't tell where you end and I begin. I need it so bad. I'm begging you. Fuck me. Ruin me." Her words are music to your ears, your little slut so far gone she's practically babbling.

With a predatory growl of approval, you line up the head of the dildo with her entrance and surge forward, sheathing yourself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Caitlyn howls, her back bowing as she's split open on the thick cock.

You set a punishing pace from the start, your hips snapping forward in hard, deep strokes that hit her cervix with every pass. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes off the walls, mingling with Caitlyn's wanton cries and desperate pleas for more. You can feel her tightening around you, her muscles clenching and fluttering as she nears her peak.

But you know she needs more to push her over the edge. Plunging your hand between her body, you find her clit, the engorged bundle of nerves slick with her arousal. You rub tight circles over it, feeling it throb beneath your fingers. "Fuck," you curse, your voice a low rasp as you continue your brutal pace.

You continue pistoning into Caitlyn, your pace relentless as you drive her towards the edge. Suddenly, you lean down, your lips brushing the shell of her ear as you coo teasingly, "You're so loud, Caitlyn. Are you this loud when it comes to you and Vi, your little werewolf girlfriend, fucking each other senseless in your bed?"

She cries out, her inner walls clenching around you, the mention of her lover both shameful and shamefully arousing.

You chuckle darkly, nipping at her earlobe. "Vampires and werewolves shouldn't be sharing the same bed, should they? And yet, there’s you two." You punctuate your words with a particularly brutal thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her sopping cunt. "Or is it that you just can't help yourself, even after all this time? I know I certainly can't."

You can feel Caitlyn starting to tighten around you, her orgasm building at the base of her spine. But you hold her back, keeping your thrusts shallow and teasing even as the need to pound into her grows. Not until you've had your fill of tormenting her with memories of your lover. "Vi was so good," you croon, your lips brushing her cheekbone as you speak.

"So obedient, so eager to please." You press a line of biting kisses down the column of her throat, your teeth scraping lightly over her racing pulse. "She loved it when I fucked myself on her cock. Would moan so sweetly as I rode her hard and fast." Your thrusts speed up, mimicking the frenzied rhythm you used on your wolf. "But in the end, it was her who tapped out first. Even with all that lycan stamina, she couldn't last."

You grin wickedly as Caitlyn's pussy clench around your dildo, her body's response to your taunting words. "And if you and Vi just ever played nice," you purr, punctuating your words with a sharp snap of your hips, "I might just let you both fuck me as hard as you want, as often as you want."

You can almost picture it, the vampire and werewolf girlfriends rutting into you from either side, your body stretched and full and flying high on the dual pleasure. But that's a fantasy for another day. "But first, my sweet little Caitlyn," you growl, your cock plunging deep one last time before stilling, "You're going to come. Now."

You redouble your efforts, pounding into Caitlyn with wild abandon as you chase your own climax. Her scream of ecstasy mixes with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound echoing off the walls. But you're not done with her yet. You want to give her everything, to let her sate her hunger on more than just your cock.

"Caitlyn," you pant, your voice strained, "Bite me. Drink." You angle your head to the side, baring the vulnerable expanse of your throat. You can feel her falter, hear her whine of denial as she struggles against the chains holding her in place. But you won’t take no for an answer. Reaching out, you grasp her head in your hands, holding her in place as you grind your hips against her oversensitive flesh.

"Drink," you command, a note of desperation creeping into your tone.

With a groan of surrender, Caitlyn sinks her fangs into your neck, her bite sharp and painful and so fucking perfect. You moan out, the pain of her bite mixing with the pleasure of her spasming cunt, driving you higher and higher until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Your blood flows hot over her tongue, rich and thick and laced with the coppery tang of passion. She drinks deep, gulping greedily as if she's been starved, her throat working to swallow every drop of your life's essence.

You come with a shout, your vision going white as your climax crashes into you like a tidal wave. Your hips jerks and twitch against her, your release hitting you like a punch to the gut. Through the haze of your ecstasy, you can feel Caitlyn following you over the edge, her pussy clamping down hard as she cums.

You can feel Caitlyn start to come down from her high, her sips on your neck growing slow and languid as she floats in the afterglow of her release. Her body goes lax in your arms, her head lolling against your shoulder as she lets you cradle her close.

You smile, running soothing strokes down her back as you pepper soft kisses over her hair. "So good," you murmur against her temple, your voice rough with satiation, "My perfect vampire, so well-behaved." You nuzzle her, breathing in the heady scent of her satisfaction, of the musk of sex and blood that clings to her like an aphrodisiac.

"Shh, it's alright," you croon as she whimpers against your neck, her fangs finally releasing their grip on your flesh to lave the wound with her tongue. "I've got you."

Caitlyn buttoned up her shirt with shaking fingers, the post-orgasmic tremors still racing through her system. Her skin felt too tight, too sensitized, every brush of fabric against her flesh sending sparks skittering along her nerves.

She could feel your eyes on her as she tugged her pants into place, could sense the smug satisfaction radiating off you in waves. Probably still riding that high from marking her so thoroughly, making her his all over again. The thought sent a twinge of guilt spiking through her chest, a silent reminder of her responsibilities waiting for her at home, of the life she'd turned her back on to indulge in forbidden pleasures.

Caitlyn picked up her trench coat from the floor, shrugging it on with jerky, distracted movements. She avoided your gaze as she fumbled with the zipper, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of satiation and shame. "I should go," she said, her voice rough and raspy, the words sounding forced even to her own ears. "Vi will be wondering where I am." The mention of her lover's name sent a fresh wave of guilt washing over her, twisting uncomfortably in her gut.

She cast a glance at the clock, grimacing when she saw the late hour. She'd been gone for hours, longer than she'd intended. Vi would be frantic with worry, no doubt imagining all manner of horrors that had befallen her mate. And she would know as soon as she smelt the presence of the hunter on Caitlyn’s skin. The thought made Caitlyn's stomach churn, shame and self-loathing mingling in a sickening cocktail.

Turning back to face you, Caitlyn hesitated, suddenly unsure. She knew she shouldn't ask, shouldn't tempt fate or jinx the fragile understanding you'd reached. And yet the words slipped out before she could stop them, hanging heavy in the air between you. "Will I see you again?" Your answering smirk was slow and satisfied, your eyes glinting with wicked promise.

"Oh, my sweet vampire," you purred, taking a long drag on your cigarette before blowing the smoke in a leisurely stream towards the ceiling, "You have no idea how soon."

You gestured with your cigarette towards the door, your gaze never leaving hers. "Now go on, get out of here. Vi must be just dying for you." The smirk on your lips turned playful and taunting. "Bring her next time.I'm sure the three of us will have a blast."

You stubbed out your cigarette in the ashtray, grinding the amber into ashes. Before Caitlyn could turn away, you reached out and snagged her face in your hands with an unbreakable grip. Despite her own monstrous strength, she stumbled, her eyes flying wide as she found herself pulled flush against your chest. You kissed her hard and deep, plundering her mouth with a ferocity that stole the breath from her lungs. By the time you released her, she was breathless and reeling, clinging to your waist for support.

Only when her legs started to shake beneath her did you release her, keeping one steadying hand on her cheek as you steadied her focus on you. "If you ever need more," you murmured, your lips brushing her ear, "You know where to find me."

You know she'll come back, knows it as surely as you know your own name. Whether it's tomorrow or next week or a month from now, she'll be back in your bed, begging for you and craving your blood. It's only a matter of time before Vi finds out about your little arrangement, before the werewolf shows up again, eyes flared and fangs bared. But you're not afraid.

If anything, the thought sends a thrill of anticipation skittering down your spine. Wouldn't it be fun to have them tear you apart, their greed and lust clouding their minds and erasing their human senses?

There's always time for fun later.

#arcane #arcane league of legends x reader #reader insert #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman #league of legends caitlyn #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn smut #caitlyn kirraman x reader #arcane smut

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mdsbabygirl · 4 months ago

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Needy sex w Bachira Meguru

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x FEM!reader

Wc: 860

Cw: domestic life w meguru, needy and horny Meguru, creampie, use of pet names (love, baby, angel, sweetie..), nipples play, clit play, mentions of multiple rounds, marking, Bachira is somewhat possessive, slight breeding kink, bachira is a bit of a tease, etc..

Note1: I'm into bllk now, so pls bear w me loveys... Also I'm crushing really hard on this mf... That's it thnx for hearing me.

Note2: this isn't proof read, so u may find mistakes..

Meguru who can't help but not get a boner when he sees you walking around the house, wearing only his tshirt and his fav pair of panties. He really can't help the surge of blood rushing south, when you're so mindlessly bending over the counter to grab something. How could you be so fucking hot without even trying.

Meguru who quickly creeps up behind you, sliding his hands under your -his- shirt to squeeze your pretty tits. He holds back a gasp when he finds out you're not wearing a bra, his lips morphing into a devilish smirk as his fingers quickly start toying with your nipples. Taking your already perked nubs in between his thumb and index finger and twisting it. "Look at you baby, I haven't done anything and your nipples are already hard!" He chuckled lowly.

Meguru who latches on your supple neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on your soft skin, sucking and biting it, leaving hickeys and love bites scattered everywhere. Bachira needs to mark you, needs everyone to know that you're his one and only babygirl. Just the thought of owning you makes his dick twitch in anticipation. You feel his smirk on your skin when you let out breathy whimpers. "Your sounds are so pretty! Need to hear more!" He whispers huskily in your ear.

Meguru who slides his hands past the waistband of your panties, and touches your soaked pussy. "Oh, so wet f'me already?!" You hear him tease, his chuckles echoing through your ears as he starts toying with your wet folds, his digits go to your hot hole, gathering all the slick and coating your little bundle of nerves before circling on it slowly. He keeps teasing your pretty cunny until he can't take it anymore, "fuck sweetie, can't wait no more. Need to fuck you Angel!" He spoke in a low growl.

Meguru who swiftly bends you over the counter, pulls your soaked panties to the side, and slides his thick hardness inside your waiting cunt, filling you to the brim. Low grunts leave his soft lips, as your pussy flutters around his cock, adjusting to his size, "fuck you're so tight love" he moans through gritted teeth as he bottoms out, letting you get used to him.

Meguru who as soon as you give him the green light, starts pounding into you with animalistic fury. It's as if he was pussy deprived for so long–when he actually fucked you the day before– slamming his hips so rapidly against yours, his big cock bullying his way into your warm inviting cunny.

Meguru who moans so sluttily when your pussy squeezes every inch of his cock, leaving him gasping for air as he keeps thrusting relentlessly. He never stops his slamming, he fucks you so fast and hard that it leaves you breathless, turning you into putty in his hands. It's when he angles himself to thrust upwards, that you're finally seeing white, his tip hitting that yummy gummy spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You're a moaning mess really, panting, whimpering and whining like a pornstar, all thanks to Meguru's big cock. "Damn it.. haa..l-I love your slutty moans princess.. Mmmph shit.. " you hear him mumble, his voice so deep and sexy that it sends tingles of pleasure to your little clit.

Meguru who can't hold it in anymore, he needs to cum inside his precious princess. His thrusts become a bit sloppier, but he still manages to keep that same frantic pace, more or less. His moans become more and more high pitched, his hands squeezing the flesh of your hips so tightly it could bruise. "F-fuck I'm gonna cum!" He whines out, his head thrown back, and mouth wide agape as he chases his release. You were very close too, your shaky moans and the way your hips met his thrusts, told him you were on the verge of release. He smirked, hovering over your quivering form, peppering kisses to your neck, as his fingers went to play with your puffy clit, pressing on it with his thumb and drawing fast circles on your throbbing nub to help you reach your climax.

Meguru who cums as Soon as you do, hot ropes of thick cum shooting up your womb, as your walls milk him of all he's worth. His moans are so loud, whimpering and grunting so sexily into your ears to make you even more sensitive than you already are. He's such a tease honestly. "H-haa.. keep milking my cock sweetie.. nghhh y-yeah just like that!" He moaned, as his pace slowed down, his rhythm now a slow sensual one, wanting to ride out both of your orgasms.

Meguru who pulls your face towards him, kissing your lips so gently and pulls out, his hot sticky seed leaking out of your abused hole. The sly smirk on his face turns into a devilish grin when he sees the erotic sight before him. His fingers quickly gather the pearly remnants of your lovemaking, and pushes it back inside, he can't let his cum go to waste.

Meguru who chuckles lowly, thinking about how he's gonna keep ruining you for the next couple of hours. "Wanna go to bed for round two my love?" He asks, the predatory gleam in his eyes and teasing grin never fading.

©ᴍᴅꜱʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ2024 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

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suguwu · 2 months ago

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part of the last light on series. f!reader who has a child with sae but never told him. minors and ageless blogs dni.

"sae."

that airy warble is gone; your voice has settled into something cooler, the first kiss of winter on an autumn day. there's a slight furrow to your brow, but sae still knows you. there's something sad tucked secret in the corner of your lips.

he says your name. watches the way you cup your daughter (his daughter) closer to you, her little face burrowed in the gentle curve of your neck. you have one hand cradling the back of her head, as delicate as a dove's wing, your fingers splayed like feathers.

"what are you doing here?" you ask.

"looking for you."

something flickers across your face, a fleeting summer storm.

"japan, sae. why are you in japan."

he shrugs. "it's still my home, you know."

"is it?"

your daughter makes a small, musical noise, shifting in your arms. you hush her, humming softly until she falls still again, lulled back into sleep. sae watches the way her little hand curls into your sweater, tiny fingers anchoring her to you.

(he wonders, briefly, if she would hold onto him in the same way.)

"what's her name?" he asks.

"why do you care?"

he sighs. "games don't suit you," he says. "tell me my daughter's name."

something in you hardens, frost spiraling across a river's surface.

"rin," you say quietly, and his brother steps in front of him again, blocking his view of you and his daughter. he flexes his fingers as rin scoops up the little girl; she mumbles something before settling against his lean shoulder. it's easy, born of familiarity, and something in sae grows teeth.

"one brother wasn't enough for you?" he asks.

rin whips around, fury lining him like a cloak, splitting through him like a thunderclap. your hand comes up to rest on his other shoulder, restraining him with the most delicate of touches. an owner pulling her dog's collar.

sae can't help the smirk.

"it's fine," you tell rin. "can you settle her in the stroller, please?"

rin's turquoise eyes are aflame, burning like a comet's tail through the velvet sky. he stares down sae for another breath before he turns back to you.

he leans in close; too close for sae to hear what he says to you.

you nod, and rin sends sae one last glare before he walks away, carefully cradling the little girl in his arms. sae's gaze catches on her small form; he thinks of the sea foam that washes up onto the shore, too delicate to last.

"why didn't you tell me?" he asks, turning back to you.

you meet his gaze steadily. "you wouldn't have stayed."

sae shoves his hands in his pockets; he stays quiet. you watch him, your lips curling down at the edges, like wilting leaves.

"what do you want, sae?"

"my daughter."

"you can't have her," you say. "you'll break her heart."

"like i broke yours?"

"you didn't break my heart, sae."

he watches you for a moment. you don't look away.

"yes," he says. "i did."

you sigh. "go home, sae."

"i will," he says easily. "but not without her."

you stiffen. "you'd take her from me?"

"no," he says. "you're coming too."

"fuck off, sae."

he steps in close, until he can feel your body heat, until he can hear the soft breath you suck in. "you miss me," he says. "don't you?"

"fuck off, sae."

"that's not a no."

your hand comes up as he pushes closer; you splay it across his chest. the heat of it sinks through his shirt, like spring sunlight, gentle and warm. he waits, but you don't shove him away. he wraps a hand around your wrist, stroking his thumb over the tender underside.

"you miss me," he says. "say it."

"i miss you," you breathe.

"then let me in."

you let out a shaky breath. "sae—"

"yeah?"

"earn it," you say, finally shoving him away. he steps back gracefully, his face impassive. for a moment, you think he won't say anything, but then he's cupping your jaw with one big hand, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"fine," he says. "i will."

#bee drabbles #last light on #sae x reader

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cheyisagirlkisser · 4 months ago

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NSFW CONTENT BELOW MDNI!

I hear so much about Ellie being dominant and smooth but what about how she actually is? This is just something to keep myself active before I post my Halloween fic.

Taking requests!

•Ellie who almost face-planted when she saw you for the first time. She was 18, and you had just settled into Jackson. At first, she’d keep her distance, already intimidated by pretty girls like you, but when you bumped into each other and you flashed Ellie that sweet smile, she knew the fall was inevitable.

•Ellie whose eyes lit up the first time she watched Jurassic Park with Joel. However, seeing it with you was something entirely special. Ellie borrowed the VHS tape from Joel, and it took her two whole weeks to gather the courage to ask you out on a real date.

•Ellie who felt so giddy when you happily agreed to her date. She had to restrain herself from giggling like some 13 year old girl with a crush, and instead gave you a goofy smile and a handshake(which she definitely felt embarrassed about later.)

•Ellie who couldn’t focus on her favorite movie with you so close to her on her couch. The way your eyes lit up as you experienced the movie for the first time, and when you sneakily intertwined your fingers into hers, your thumb stroking her skin, she felt summersaults in her tummy. You were just so beautiful, light playing off of your face as the movie continued.

•Ellie who thought you deserved to be treated like royalty, and took you out on the sweetest dates. Most of the time it was simple things, like picnics, watching movies, and late-night walks. There was unfortunately not much resources for dates in the world. However, she’d make sure to listen to you, and you felt your heart practically melt when she knocked on your door with some sketches of you in hand, nervously tapping her foot like a madman.

•Ellie who wasn’t a professional at the guitar but you thought she was the best damn musician in the entire world. Her soft voice, her wispy breaths between lines, the way her calloused fingers strummed away. She could make you just as nervous as she felt around you when that girl had her hands on a guitar.

•Ellie who found herself constantly knocking on your door, smiling and asking if you were busy. If you weren’t the two of you would lay cuddled up in your bed together, Ellie planting soft kisses all over your face until both of you were giggling together.

•Ellie who wasn’t really a horny person often, but when she was, she was definitely more of a giver..

NSFW HCS

•Ellie who was so mesmerized by the way you’d bounce on her strap-on that she couldn’t help but lap at your tits with a fury while they jiggled with you.

•Ellie who wasn’t much of the receiver type until you went down on her once and then she was hooked. The pleasure wasn’t even what sold her; it was the way you looked so hungry for her cunt while licking her like a damn lollipop. She loved seeing you so satisfied and needy so it was becoming a regular occurrence to have your face inbetween her thighs, moaning more than she even did as you tongue-fucked her.

•Ellie who was still a bit shy during sex, but felt confident after the first few times. Her favorite thing was fingering you because she felt as if she were filling you up in some way, making you complete. She also loved the way you felt so tight and so warm, the way your pussy practically begged for her, your walls fluttering around her digits. She loved to take her time with you, but it was so so hard when you were practically sucking her in, your sopping cunt clenching when she found your sweet spot.

•Ellie who swears she ascended to heaven the first time you two scissored. The way your cunt was slick against hers, your lips rubbing up so nicely against her own. She thought it was the most intimate thing to do with you.

•Ellie who wanted to fuck you with a strap but was honestly nervous she would look stupid swinging plastic penis around. However, if she ever found one on patrol, she would try her best to face that fear because the thought of stretching you on more than her fingers made her dizzy.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie smut #ellie x reader #Spotify

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sweetpascal · 6 months ago

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 — 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱

pairing: perv!stepdad!joel x fem!reader

summary: only one more day remains in the week before your mom returns home. your feelings for joel have deepened, and he's aware of it; it's evident to him. he's tempted to maintain his distance, yet he can't deny that you've become the most captivating presence in his life.

warnings: MINORS DNI. DUB-CON. NON-CON. big age gap [18/52], pussy inspection, fingering, forced squirting, pussy pronouns, joel "just the tip" miller turns into joel "i'll make it fit" miller, TW: light vaginal bleeding, belly bulging, reader is considered petite in height and body type, two (2) pussy spanks, missionaryyyy, choking, finger sucking, dacryphilia, joel is a dirty nasty old man okay, he's a meanie, phone sex (again, joel is REALLY fucking nasty), dirty nicknames (daddy's whore, daddy's bitch), this is all in joel's pov

wc: 7.6k

notes: this series literally would have been HALTED for a while if it weren't for @taeslarityy helping me with brainstorming and constructing how i should continue this chapter. cause pookies, i was stumped. i had no motivation for this series--until yasi and her lovely fucking brain gave me a kick in the ass and got me back up again 🥹🛐 also, i'm genuinely so disappointed in this chapter. it's been such a long wait and halfway through writing, i've deleted it so many times. and even now, i'm so unhappy with the outcome cause i feel like i just rushed through it and forced myself to finish it :(( but hey, one more chapter left. 🩷

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As Joel wakes up in the morning, he senses immediately that something is amiss. He sits up with a hoarse grunt, feeling his lower back muscles pinch and pull. Rubbing his eyes to clear the blurriness, he notices an absence of warmth. The night before, he recalls carrying you to the bedroom, the very one he has shared with your mom for years. He remembers laying down, letting your trembling body curl into his, and gently hushing you to sleep. Now, he's greeted by the cold, empty space in the bed where you slept, mocking him with its emptiness.

In an instant, a surge of panic and fury overwhelmed him, fueled by the thought that you had left without telling him again. The doors unlocked, his car taken, driven wherever your little heart desires. The house's silence confirmed his suspicions of your departure. However, as he swung his legs off the bed, he halted, spotting the small figure curled up on the floor, mere feet from where he lay.

Joel's breath catches in his throat as he approaches, seeing your small form turned away from him. The gentle rise and fall of your shoulders assure him you're still breathing, alleviating his fear that something terrible had occurred. Yet, he can't help but wonder what prompted you to shift away from him to the ground while he was asleep. Were you scared of him? Did you witness or overhear the incident with your friend? Joel kneels down and places a tender hand on your shoulder.

"Baby?" he whispers, careful not to startle you. "Come on, honey, time to wake up." He gives your shoulder a firmer shake, chuckling softly as you respond with a sleepy murmur.

As you begin to wake up, the only sensations are the ache in your neck from the awkward position and an intense coldness. You chose to leave Joel's warmth after coming to the realization that you didn't deserve the comfort and coziness of sharing a bed with him. Joel had taught you not comfort and warmth, but pleasure and pain. You didn't want to start the day being a bad girl for him.

"The hell you doin' on the floor, baby?" Joel couldn't help but laugh when you spring up, nearly cracking your head against his chin. "Hey, hey, easy." The sternness in his voice had you calming down.

A moment of silence enveloped you, allowing full consciousness to take hold. With a soft whimper, you nestled closer to Joel, your nose comfortably tucking in just beneath his jawline, feeling the steady rhythm of his pulse against your skin. He pulls you onto his lap and leans back against the bed, comfortably stretching out his legs to hold you closer to his chest.

"You want to tell me why you were on the floor?" he asks quietly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you squirm in his hold, desperate to feel some of his warmth.

Joel feels you shrug under his hands. "I dunno," you say so softly that he has to strain his good ear to hear you properly. "I didn't want you to wake up and see me next to you. And... I didn't want to be a bad girl by staying in your bed. I-I think on the floor is better for me."

Joel is caught off guard by the response; it's not what he anticipated. He thought you would be fearful of him and would seek to keep a distance, yet remain within reach. As you look up at him, a slight widening of his eyes occurs, your lashes fluttering and the innocent smile on your lips hinting that if heart-shaped pupils were real, they'd appear in your eyes every time you looked at Joel. He doubts how much longer he can ignore this feeling before it inevitably consumes him. It's gnawing at his insides, twisting and pulling with force. It's a familiar sinking sensation, one he's experienced too often. But now, as you gaze at him with a doe-eyed look on your innocent face, Joel realizes he's in too deep. He's got you hooked, which was his intention, but now you're too hooked. He's searching for an escape. He needs a way out. The voice in his head is screaming, growing louder, louder, LOUDER.

Get out, Joel. Get out. Get the fuck out. Run. Don't get too close. Don't let her fall too deep. Run. Run. Run. Make it hurt. Ruin in. Ruin her. Make her hurt. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

"Daddy?"

The sound of a soft voice causes his eyes to fly open, not recalling the moment they had closed. The voice fades away, leaving silence behind. He senses your presence; your skin, your weight, your gentle breath against his neck. You are all he perceives. Yet, this incites anger within him. The sensation is overpowering, his skin grows warm as the walls seem to draw nearer. Joel's breath quickens. Disregarding the concern on your face, he chooses to shut his eyes once more, withdrawing his hands from you to form tight fists.

"Daddy?"

Once more, it's your voice, yet softer and fainter. Joel's jaw tightens, and he grinds his teeth while your voice sears through his ear canal, coiling throughout his brain and delving deeper into the membrane. He tries to steady his breathing, but flashes of your body, bruised and battered, eyes fearful with tears, pussy leaking all over his cock show up behind his closed eyes like a slideshow, and it's as though he was suddenly injected with a drug directly into his veins. His breath steadies and his hands relax. Joel's eyes open to a half-lidded gaze, emotionless as he stares back. He understands the necessary actions; it's for the best. He won't let himself become entangled in any feelings you may harbor towards him.

That's not who he is, nor who he will ever become.

It has been exactly sixteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and forty-eight seconds since the last time Joel has kissed your lips. His body is aching to feel their plush softness and subtle sweetness. To feel them wrapped around his thick cock, tightening all around and swallowing down his cum. To feel them pressed into his neck as you struggle to keep in your little whimpers of sinned pleasure as you fall apart on his fingers. Joel can feel the monster within him, howling and screeching to be released.

He can't.

He won't.

Joel confronts the intricate desires he diligently avoided. Their abrupt emergence, without a moment for him to brace himself, leaves him feeling disarrayed and distant from the man he strived to become. The facade he maintained for years has dissipated. Gone is Joel Miller; the husband, stepfather, boss, and big brother. Now, there was Joel Miller; pervert, predator, stepfather that creeps on his wife's daughter, violator. All the things he has desperately tried to hide away, he now became.

The haunting is relentless, day after day. Living in the same house as the person who evokes such darkness is excruciating. He feels akin to a caged animal, circling endlessly, biding time for an opening to pounce on any unsuspecting individual. Joel is convinced that the only escape from this torment is to confront it head-on. He knows. He also knows it's sick and disgusting, but it excites him unlike anything else. He enables it.

Joel watches from afar, conscious of the negative impact his behavior has had on you today. He notices your fidgeting and the way you quiet down when his glare falls upon you. Your averted gaze and pouted lips communicate all he needs to understand. This experience is as torturous for you as it is for him. Nonetheless, the voice persists, refusing to be silenced. This withdrawal seems to only fuel its anger, making it more aggressive and deafening. It's pushing Joel to the brink of madness.

You had to have known what you're doing to him. Joel firmly believes that you're being a fucking tease on purpose, wearing your soft sleep shorts and paper-thin camisole tank top. When you bend down, Joel could see how your shorts tighten around the shape of your ass and pussy lips, giving him a tasteful view of camel toe, and if he looks any closer, he could possibly see a wet spot on the fabric. He knows what you're doing, whether you know it yourself or not. It's like your body calls out to him, begging to be defiled, begging to be touched by his perverted hands. Whether you know it or not, you need him as much as he needs you.

The house is enveloped in silence. Joel has not uttered a single word for several hours. The quiet has persisted from morning until late afternoon. Nursing a beer, he attempts to divert his mind and avoid being overwhelmed by thoughts of you, his stepdaughter. The task was proven to be the most difficult he's ever had to endure considering the fact that you took a seat beside Joel on the couch and now, you won't stop fucking moving.

It would be a minute of stillness. Then, you would huff and shuffle in your seat, bare thighs brushing against Joel's jean-clad thigh. It was clockwork. Every time he tilted his head back to take a gulp of his beer, your movements jostled his side. With each sip, he grunted and nudged you roughly with his elbow, trying to push you away, yet you edged closer after each shove.

"Enough," Joel grunts for the umpteenth time, opting to use his hand this time to shove you away, albeit harder than the rest. "Sit your ass over there and give me some fuckin' space."

He notices your trembling lips and the tears brimming in your eyes. With a deep sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose. All he desired was to savor a beer in the afternoon without your tears for every mistake he made, yet he realizes it was a situation he brought upon himself. Evidently, he has managed to reduce you to a state of dependency. Now, it was time to break you down even further until you can no longer cry, only accept your fate.

"Alright," he sighs once more, taking a sip of his beer before turning to you. "What's goin' on? Hm? Why is so goddamn important that you have to be glued at side?" Joel didn't intend to come off as harsh, but his nerves were ablaze, everything was humming, his clothes felt constricting, and the thought of your mother lingered in his mind, an unsettling presence.

He notices you curled up, knees drawn to your chest and arms encircling them. Resting your chin on your knees, you cast him a nervous glance. Joel lifts his eyebrows and gestures with his hand, urging you to speak. He understands that your attachment to him isn't your doing; it's precisely what he desired. Yet, he can't deny the thrill he gets from your reliance on him. Knowing that he's the one you yearn for fills him with a smug satisfaction, inflating his ego immensely.

A young, pretty little thing like yourself eager to please a dirty old man like him.

Clearing your throat in the softest way possible, you tell him, "I've been getting that feeling again... down there. And it won't go away no matter how many times I try to think about something else. I need your help to make it go away, Daddy. Please, help me." The last sentence comes out as a whisper, almost like a secret you're trying to keep for yourself, but Joel heard every word.

Looking at you right now, his sleezy eyes swallow every inch. His fingers twitch on his lap as his hand tightens around the neck of the beer bottle. There's a warmth stirring in his gut. His jaw tensed and clenches as he tries to fight off the sexually violent images of you in his mind.

With the way you're staring at him, Joel knows what has to be done.

That's where he has you now, laid out on his and your mom's shared bed, bare naked and trembling, silky thighs spread wide open with your hands under the crook of your knees to keep them that way. Joel is kneeling between them, clad in only his jeans, his shirt long gone. He's staring down at you like a feral wolf waiting for the perfect moment to attack the pathetic bunny cowering in a tree stump. His mouth waters as he thinks about sinking his teeth into your flesh and drinking your sweet blood. His hands tremble as they start to stroke along your inner thigh, savoring the way you tremble under his fingertips.

"She's just drooling for me, ain't she?" Though the question was rhetorical, you still nod. Joel grins and lets out a deep chuckle before biting down on his bottom lip as his thumbs get closer to your sweet pussy.

He knows he's teasing at this point. The little flutters your pussy gives him tells him all that he needs to know. He only wonders how far he'd have to go for you to finally crack and lose composure. A pearly drop of slick slowly pools out of your hole and slides down to your other tight-ringed hole. Joel catches it with his thumb and gently swipes it up to your clit before pulling his thumb away, a string of arousal connecting from the fingertip to your clit. He sees you glancing down at it as he shows it off to you with a sadistic grin on his face.

"You see that?" he whispers, his plush lips parting as he continues swiping through your slick, subtle wet noises colliding with the sounds of your heavy breathing. "So messy down here, honey girl."

Joel's dick thickens underneath the two layers he wears on his bottom half. The throbbing is constant, his heavy balls pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He's surprised the button of his jeans hasn't popped open. With one hand, he unbuttons and slides down the zipper agonizingly slow. Your eyes are on his hands the entire time. Joel lets out a quiet laugh when his hardness forces the zipper to slide down the rest of the way on its own.

With his cock comfortably breathing, both hands are now back on your inner thighs, thumbs still close to the lips of your pussy. With gentle movements, he uses his thumbs to spread apart your lips to get a better look of your sopping hole. Pearly strings connecting from one lip to the other, your pretty labia spreading open like a blooming flower, your swollen clit throbbing for attention. Joel is in awe and falls into a hypnotized state the more he stares at your fully exposed pussy. His fingers are curious as they stroke along your lips, further dampening the light dusting of hair that keeps your mound warm and protected.

Joel eagerly listens to every little noise you make. His movements are torturous, and he knows he's being mean by not giving you what you asked for. The little trembles of your thighs and your weak moans when his fingers purposely avoid your aching clit. His lips part and he can feel drool at the corners. Licking it away, Joel continues to trace your pussy lips with his thumbs, further observing the clenching and unclenching of your non-stop dripping hole.

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, fingers catching the slick repeatedly to avoid it wasting onto the bedsheets. In a louder voice, he says in a smug tone, "She jus' won't stop leakin' everywhere."

Joel's mind is reeling the more he inspects your dripping pussy. He can practically taste you on his tongue. A husky, low growl escapes from his chest before he could stop it. He can hear that voice again, feel those claws sinking into his shoulders from behind. The rattling of the cage gets louder and more violent. Joel's eyes shut as fast as his hands left your body as he tries to shut out that dark voice coaxing him to do more damage. He lets out another low growl and shakes his head to himself.

"Daddy?" he hears your sweet whimper fill his ears. "Make it go away."

Joel wants to make it go away. He wants to make everything go away. He needs to or else this feeling won't stop. It'll only get stronger and stronger the more time passes. He knows what has to be done. Then, silence. He opens his eyes, his breathing heavy and labored. The two of you make eye contact, and Joel feels like his heart is about to burst through his chest from how hard and fast it's beating.

Without another word, his middle finger slowly sinks inside your pussy, your tightness sucking him deeper. There's a steady trembling in your thighs as you fight to shut them. Joel's thumb strokes your swollen clit in firm, tight circles. He crooks his finger and lays his free hand across your mound and applies pressure, pinning you between his palm and the mattress.

"What..."

He knows what you're about to ask, but he doesn't let the question slip from your lips before he's fucking his middle finger in and out of your pussy while simultaneously curling his finger against your spongy pleasure spot, all the while pressing down above your mound and rubbing your clit. The wet sloshing of your wetness being spread all around his finger, palm, and your thighs is an embarrassing noise that has you covering your face. For some reason, that pisses Joel off.

"Look at me!" He practically yells and yanks his finger out of your pussy to land a hearty smack directly over your clit. The loud smack has you yelping and squeezing your thighs together as you yanked your hands away from your face to look at Joel with a pained expression.

He shoves your thighs open with brutal force and shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your pussy this time, the tightness increasing from the sudden intrusion. You let out a louder yelp and reach down to grab his arm with both hands, but Joel slaps them away like he would an annoying mosquito. He moves his hand with vigor, fucking his fingers up against that one spot that makes you leak and shake. There's an abundance of wetness that splatters all over your inner thighs and on Joel's palm. His tongue tingles to clean up your sticky mess.

"Goddamn, you're so fuckin' wet, babydoll," he groans filthily, forcing himself to look between your legs. His calloused fingers are shoved so deep inside your pussy, the same ones that have been inside your mother numerous times. Joel is a disgusting man for the satisfaction he feels, knowing that these are the same fingers that have made your mom cum. And now, he's going to make you, his stepdaughter, cum on them in the same way.

Joel presses down onto your pelvis as he keeps the heel of his palm against your clit to apply delicious pressure. He moves his hand up and down rather than forward and back. He can feel his fingers stabbing at the ribbed spongy spot repeatedly, the wet sloshing growing louder the faster he does it. Your moans are garbled and stuttering from his unrelenting pace.

"That's it, babydoll," he grunts quietly, biting down on his bottom lips as he fights to slide in a third finger. If he's going to open up that pussy any further, it's going to be around his cock.

"Stop, stop, stop," you squealed and kicked your legs, trying desperately to pull your body away from his fingers. "I have to pee!"

Joel goes harder and faster, his palm practically slapping against your clit in time with his fingers. The final moan you let out was demonic, of some sort. It didn't sound like it was coming out of a teenage girl, but more from a deranged older woman. Then, a stream of wetness splashes out and splatters all across Joel's forearm and onto the bed sheets. It was fucking never-ending. Your pussy keeps sucking in his fingers, fluttering all around his knuckles. He pulls his fingers out and lands another smack onto your pussy, paying extra attention to your needy clit.

He knows what he has to do. He knows what has to be done.

He rests heavily on top of your body, one forearm planted on the bed beside your head as the other moves between your bodies to lower his jeans and his boxers, not quite shaking them completely off. You're still trying to catch your breath, not exactly understanding what it was that just happened, what it was that you just felt, and why it felt so good. Joel can see it in your eyes, the unspoken questions on the tip of your tongue. He hushes you softly, his lips just a hair away from yours.

"Daddy's goin' to do the tip again, okay? Just the tip, babydoll, I promise," his voice is quiet and soft, his breath tickling your lips like a kiss from the wind.

He doesn't care enough to hear your response or to see if you want to do this or not, but he's already pressing his tip against your sticky hole and pushing inside. Joel's hoarse grunt was muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his big, heavy body sagging further onto yours. His hips slowly move forward and forward and back, fucking his mushroomed tip in and out of your eager hole.

"Oh, my God," your sweet little whimpers whispered in his ear as Joel's hips continued their steady pace. "Too...much." Your voice is clouded with a tinge of pain as he fucks an inch deeper, and then two inches deeper. "Daddy... Daddy, s-slow down!"

Joel's mental state is clouded with depraved lust, pleasure, and ecstasy. His cock sinks deeper. His vision is cloudy, and your voice sounds far away as your pussy sucks him in. He finds himself shutting you up by slapping a big hand over your mouth and pressing some of his weight down onto it. Joel's head lifts up, and he's inches from your face. Your eyes are wide and filled with tears, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder as the other desperately grabs onto his forearm.

"You can take some more," he breathes heavily, his beer-laced breath causing your eyes to flutter shut as you fight to pull away from his face, but Joel clamps his hand down tighter against your mouth, pinning your head down onto his pillow and constricting your movements.

The figurative crate in the recesses of his mind is rattling violently, the voice inside escalating, almost yelling for Joel to let go and inflict pain. This is the necessary action. It's a now or never situation. His skin turns scorching, almost too hot to touch. Every sense is inundated by your presence. Time has run out. The voice is reverberating in Joel's mind, fully taking control.

The chains are gone. The beast has awoken. He is free.

A small scream against Joel's palm has him breaking free from the darkness that has taken over. He's sure he looks feral right now. The widening of your eyes showcases terror. Joel glances down and notices that his cock is now halfway inside your pussy. He doesn't remember sliding his hips deeper into yours. He feels how tight you've gotten, your pussy almost begging for him to not go any further.

"Look at that," he mumbles to himself, pulling his cock two inches out and seeing the tiniest smear of blood around the thick base. "Seems like this little pussy can't all of me, huh?" Joel leans back down, laughing right in your face as he pushes his cock back inside. You're kicking at the back of his thighs with the heels of your feet now, trying to shake your head at him, but he tightens his hand once again. "Don't worry, honey girl," he grunts breathlessly. "Daddy will make it fit."

And with that, Joel reels his hips back and slams the last few inches into your pussy, hearing with glee as your breath gets caught in your throat and your eyes cross and roll into the back of your head. The rhythmic push and pull of your cunt tightening around his cock had his heavy balls throbbing as heat builds stronger in the pit of his stomach.

Joel groans huskily, lowering his heavy body onto your own and slowly moving his hips forward and back, pulling out shallowly and pressing in deep. He makes sure you feel every single inch.

"Feel how deep I am in your tummy, babydoll?" he breathes heavily, his tongue thick in his mouth as his throat suddenly feels dry. Joel can feel his senses slipping as he loses control. He's been waiting for this day for months, and now that he finally has it, he doesn't want to let it go. This whole power dynamic went straight to his head, further inflating his already massive ego. Feeling your virgin cunt being deflowered around his cock was unlike anything he's ever felt.

Your eyes are blurry with thick tears that roll down your cheeks and slide along Joel's fingers. He pulls out again, slowly pushes back in, and repeats the process until the light smearing of blood disappears. He gruffly hushes you and pulls his hand away to shove two thick fingers into your mouth.

"Attagirl," he mumbles to himself as he obscenely pushes down on your tongue to widen your mouth. "Show me what that tongue can do." He slides his fingers forward and back along the pink muscle, mimicking the motions of his hips. He goes as far as to shove his fingers towards your uvula to make you gag. Drool slides down the corners of your lips as strings of spit crudely connect from your tongue to Joel's fingers.

He grins wolfishly. Oh, this is going to be fun. To have you under his body, cunt squeezing and choking his cock, knowing that you will forever live with the moment of your disgusting stepdad taking your virginity. Joel doesn't give a flying fuck on how this is going to affect any future relationships you might have with another man. Right here, right now, you belong to Joel. You know it, he knows it. Within the walls of the bedroom he shares with your mom, you belong to him whether you liked it or not. He's going to take, take, take, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Joel lifts the bottom of his shirt to watch the hypnotizing sight of your swollen pussy repeatedly sucking him in. Virgin blood was now replaced with that sticky slick he grew to love over the last few days. The sopping wet sounds of his hips smacking into yours, your stickiness covering his thick, dark pubic hair and happy trail. Joel looks up to watch your face as he starts to really fuck you. With one hand still trapped between your lips, he uses those fingers to hook behind your bottom teeth and force your head down as his other hand cups the back of your head to grab your hair in a fist. Yanking your head down, you're forced to watch his girthy cock violate your pussy for the first time.

"You fuckin' see that?" Joel pants heavily, his own lips parted to let out a few strained grunts. "See how your little pussy sucks me right in? You see that shit, right?" He sounds too cocky for his own good, but he has every right to be. Your mom was never wet enough or tight enough for him. Having her daughter nearly drowning his dick and choking the life out of it was an accomplishment he'll proudly wear like a medal of honor.

"Daddy," you called out to him, but a garbled, drooly mess came out from his fingers still hooked behind your bottom teeth. "Aaahhgghh!!" The next moan was practically punched out of you once Joel started to put some weight into his next few thrusts.

"Thaaaat's it," he has the audacity to laugh at the sudden reaction he pulled from your trembling body. "She's feelin' it now, ain't she?"

More tears spilled down your cheeks, and Joel's depraved sense of self forced him to swipe his spit covered fingers across the wetness to shove back into your mouth, forcing you to taste your tears on your tongue. The tiny moan you tried to hide wasn't ignored. Joel knows you want to let loose and enjoy what he's giving you, but he remembers what's going to happen if you enjoy it too. He can at least make it hurt just for a little, right?

Pulling his hands completely away from your head and face, Joel places them into the crook of your knees to force them to your chest, further spreading you open and giving him more room to work with. Joel doesn't bother to double check if the positioning is comfortable before he's driving his hips so fast and deep against yours, not even giving you time to breathe between each violent thrust. His head tilts back, his grin widening as he hears your pained yelps, feeling your hand desperately grabbing onto his forearms and scratching your nails down his skin, no doubt leaving deep marks.

"This is what a man's dick feels like," he grunts ferociously like a wild beast. "Quit your fuckin' whining and take this dick. Fuckin' take it. Take it. Take it." Joel's fucking you like a madman now, balls so heavy and filled with cum, smacking against your lightly bruised ass cheeks. Your wetness is splattering all over his jeans and your inner thighs. He glances at your face and sees the expression you wear--eyes rolled back and mouth open to let out ungodly noises.

Fuck, you're really enjoying this. No matter what Joel does, you're going to like whatever he does either way. He's tainted you. He deflowered you and rotted you inside and out. You're no longer that sweet, innocent girl he helped his wife raise. No longer did you have that girl-next-door personality. You were his little experiment, his naive toy to play with when he got bored of your mom and needed something new and young. He's in too deep, literally and figuratively. Your dripping wet pussy tightening around his girth has Joel coming back down to reality.

"Jo-oel! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!" Your little squeals were music to his ears. The noises his cock was forcing out of you were ones you tried to keep hidden, but the pleasure was too intense to keep quiet about. "Right there!! Ri-ight... there!!"

Then, a shrill ringtone fills the room. Joel's back pocket is vibrating, and his hips freeze as if he were being held in a stickup. With his cock still so very deep inside, he glances down and sees a visible bulge in your stomach. He can faintly map out the shape of his mushroomed tip. He pulls out and pushes in again, completely hypnotized with the sight of your belly bulging from his massive cock. You seem transfixed on it as well, your own lips parted in wonder and eyes wide in awe. The phone rings again. Joel hisses a curse under his breath and reaches into his back pocket.

"It's your mom," he gruffly tells you and leans in close to point a finger in your face. "Not a single sound, you hear me?" His heart is pounding as if he ran a marathon. He's nervous, there's no lie there. Thankfully it's not a face call, but still. Joel can't shake the feeling away as he swipes his thumb to answer the call.

"I called you twice. Why didn't you answer the first time?"

Joel rolls his eyes immediately and tries to steady his breathing. Of course, no hi, hello, nothing. She had to go straight into getting on his case about not answering fast enough. His patience was wearing thin. He had half a mind to lay his cards out on the table and tell her he was too busy fucking her daughter to care.

"I was takin' care of a little problem I was havin', honey." Joel lets out a strained moan when your pussy clenches around him accidentally. He shoots you daggers, his glare burning into your skin as you hastily cover your mouth with both hands when he retaliates by shoving his dick so deep into you, it causes the stomach bulge to return.

"Oh, yeah? Well, what if I was dealing with the same problem?"

Her voice dropped into a sultry tone, and Joel's eyes rolled once again before he glanced down between your bodies. He uses his free hand to splay across your mound to rest his thumb against your swollen clit. He traces faint circles around the pearl, relishing the twitch in your thighs and your labored breathing.

"Yeah? You wanna do it together while I still have time?" Joel's hips start fucking into you again, slow and deep, just how you like it. He almost sounds bored when he talks to your mom, but his eyes are wild and filled with want as he stares at your wanton expressions.

"I miss your dick, Joely. Ugh. I need it."

Her moans turned Joel off, especially with that stupid fucking nickname she always called him. The sound of your shaky breathing and warm, wet, tight cunt soaking him brought him back to the present. He can block out your mom's voice and focus on what he's providing you. With one hand keeping the phone pressed to his ear, his other hand bats your hands away from your mouth and instead possessively holds onto your throat as he starts fucking you with rhythm.

"You jus' like this dick too much, don't you? Can't fuckin' live without it," he's making eye contact with you as he talks to your mom. He makes sure that you know he's talking directly to you. With his big hand firmly holding onto your throat, he can feel your skin becoming warmer as the eye contact causes you to fluster.

You nod as best as you can, his hand tightening around your throat to cut off any sounds you were about to make within a few seconds. The steady thwack of his hips against yours could be mistaken for his fist around his own cock to your mom. Joel makes sure to not sound suspicious in the way he's talking. Though he's speaking more to you, he doesn't want to use any of the words reserved for you to be used on your mom. Having her figure out what's been going for the week that she's been gone is not what Joel needs right now. What he needs is to fuck you stupid, doesn't matter if your mom is cockblocking him in the process.

"That's right, honey," he mumbles into the receiver, but loud enough for you to still catch on to his slurred words. He tosses you a wink, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat as he fucks you faster. "Takin' this fuckin' dick so good, huh? Only thing you're good for is takin' this fuckin' dick." He growls the last two words, your moans garbled and incoherent and strained from the pressure around your throat.

Joel takes the hint to release your throat and allow you to get a few gulps of air once he realized you were on the verge of passing out. He shoves his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, forcing you to lick along his gold wedding band. Joel puts the phone on speaker and lays it beside your head on the pillow. He puts a finger to his lips and carefully maneuvers your legs onto his shoulders. There's really nothing like half-assed phone sex with his unassuming wife while he fucks her teenage daughter on the other line.

How stupid of both of them, being hassled by the same man for entirely different reasons. Joel is a disgusting, sick man. But God, if it doesn't make his dick rock hard right now. He knows he can't be stopped, and that's the fun part of all of this. No matter how hard anybody tries, Joel is going to keep doing this over, and over, and over again.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me again, baby. Ugh! I need it."

Joel looks deep into your eyes as he grinds nice and slow into your leaking cunt, your swollen clit crushed against his pubic hair with his balls pressed firmly between your ass cheeks. In a husky voice, all while maintaining eye contact, he tells your mom into the phone, "I'll fuck you nice and good, honey. I'll fuck you so good, I'll ruin every other man for you."

And with that, he gives you a kiss that was all tongue, teeth, and spit, all the while your mom's exaggerated moans were ignored. She's talking, but neither of you are paying attention. Joel is so focused on devouring your entire mouth with his that he doesn't register your mom calling his name until you're frantically tapping his arm to get his attention back onto the phone.

"I said, do you miss my pussy, Joely?"

"You know I do, honey," he answers almost robotically as he refocuses his attention back on kissing you sloppily. He pulls away from a brief moment to roll his hips deep into yours, swallowing down your squeaky moans with his lips. Your mom is talking again, but Joel doesn't bother to respond. Instead, he lifts himself onto his hands and starts fucking you vigorously.

Hips smacking into hips and wet, sloppy noises fill the room. You're trying your hardest to contain your moans and not cum so suddenly, Joel can see and feel that. He's grunting heavily, his entire lower half smeared and covered in your sticky slick. For such a virgin, you sure do get wetter than the local neighborhood whore that Joel has numerously encountered many years back. There's a saying that goes: Virgin pussy is the best pussy, any man will agree. And Joel stands by that statement as he feels it from his own stepdaughter. It's an ego boost to feel something so warm and tight get so incredibly wet for him, and only him.

"Fuuuuuck, I can hear how wet this pussy is for me," Joel says loud enough for your mom to hear, though he directs it towards you. The pinch of your eyebrows and the rolling back of your eyes tells him more than what you can say aloud.

"Fuck, Joely, I'm gonna cum!"

Joel is fucking into you harder than you can comprehend what's happening. He smacks a hand over your mouth to muffle your little punched out moans. He grunts and growls like an animal, sweat trickling down his spine, further staining his shirt. His heart races at the speed of a cheetah. He feels like the most powerful man as he watches you start to fall apart under him.

"Cum for me," he breathes out, the warmth in his gut getting stronger as he rubs your clit with a shaky thumb. "Fuckin' cum all over my dick like a good fuckin' whore, huh? Are you Daddy's whore? Tell me... aagghhh!!... Tell me you're Daddy's fuckin' bitch."

"Uuhhh, Joel?"

He reaches over to hang up and toss his phone onto the floor with a clatter before leaning completely onto your body, folding you into a pretzel and fucking you with violence. You let out a piercing wail as he fucks the air out of you. Your nails pinch his skin, no doubt drawing blood. Joel's grunting in your face, warming your already heated skin with his beer breath. Tears roll down your temples as you hold onto him for dear life.

"I-I... hhnnggh..." You can hardly speak, let alone open your eyes to tell him exactly what you want to say. "Daddy... I-I... I lo-ove you!"

Joel is taken aback, letting out a surprised moan when your cunt rhythmically contracts around his cock as you cum, and you keep cumming. It doesn't fucking stop. Your pussy is so wound tight around him that Joel couldn't pull out if he wanted to. Squeaky little moans and shaky cries, you hold onto him tighter as your pussy relaxes.

His cock still lodged inside your swollen cunt, Joel observes you in silence. Your words are still echoing in his ears. His cock is nearly soft as it rests comfortably within your ribbed, fleshy walls. Love. Love. Love. You love him. You love him. And it has to be in the same way girlfriends love their boyfriends and wives love their husbands, which isn't the relationship the two of you have.

Joel pulls out before he realizes what exactly he's doing. He hastily tucks himself back into his ruined boxers and zips up his equally ruined jeans. He tossed you your clothes without giving you a single glance.

"Clean yourself up and get dressed. We need to talk," he gruffly says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him for a dramatic effect.

He paces in the hallway, both hands running through his hair frantically as he tries to figure out what the fuck just happened. That dark, evil voice in the back of his mind returns. It's creeping in slowly, and soon, it overcomes him, drowning him in its darkness.

Look at what you did, Joel. Look at what happened. Love is involved, the one thing you were afraid of happening. Make it hurt. Cause more pain. Do something, NOW.

He's sitting on the couch by the time you come down the stairs, a subtle limp in your step from the rough fucking he gave you just minutes prior. Your clothes are disheveled, and your shirt is on backwards. You're twiddling your fingers and looking down at the ground like a guilty kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Joel's elbows are pressed into his knees with his hands cupped over his mouth in thought. His mind is racing, his thoughts screaming and hollering. For the first time in a long time, he doesn't know what to do.

"Daddy?"

Your gentle voice fills his ears, and he has to force himself to shut his eyes to avoid looking in your direction. He feels the warmth of your presence sitting beside him on the couch. Fuck, he can even smell the thick scent of your pussy, and he wonders if you even cleaned yourself up like he done told you to do. There's a tick in his jaw the more silent he stays. He feels like the first word he utters is going to make him explode.

"Joel?" you whisper meekly, tenderly grabbing onto his tense bicep and flinching when he suddenly jumps up to his feet.

Joel's arm burns from your touch. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He paces back and forth like a tweaker at a gas station, itching to get their hands on some drugs or alcohol. Joel knows that he's royally fucked. He never meant for you to get feelings for him. He thought he was doing the opposite with the way he's been acting with you.

"You stupid fuckin' girl," he barks out a cruel laugh and wipes a hand down his mouth as he shoots around to stare at you with a new fire in his furious eyes. "You don't know what love is, you hear me? You do not know what love is and you sure as hell ain't goin' to get it from me."

He can see his words shoot at you like bullets. The sag in your shoulders and the crestfallen expression you wear on your face was a clear indicator that what he said truly hurt you.

"Excuse me?" your question comes out soft and broken. "You... You don't love me?"

Make it hurt. Ruin it. MAKE IT HURT, JOEL.

"No, I don't," he speaks lowly. "You're real fuckin' dumb to think otherwise, sweetheart. You think all the things I've done to you were from a place of love? Huh? What, you think I really cared about those little feelings you had? News flash, you're just a kid. I ain't your boyfriend, and I sure as hell ain't gonna be a husband for you. I mean, you really think another man will want you after I've already had my fun with your body, hm?"

Joel knew it was a low blow, but he needed to go in for the kill. The way you're looking at him drastically changed into a look of pure hatred and venom. Hot tears spill down your cheeks as he watches you take in his harsh wordss

"I hate you," you wept quietly. "I-I hate you, Joel Miller. You... You bad, bad man."

He leans over with his hands planted on his knees as he slouches to your height. He gives you a mocking pout. "No, sweetheart, you don't hate me. If you hated me, you wouldn't have let me slide my dick inside that pussy of yours and take what was meant to be for a boy your age. Ain't that the truth, hm? No, instead, you let your ol' stepdaddy work his way into your empty little head and make you think that you're really worth somethin'."

He can see in that moment your heart breaking. He stands up straight again, looking down at you with disdain and shakes his head, tsking as he does so. You don't bother to look at him as he fixes your hair over your shoulder. He smiles a little at the flinch you give. When he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand and yanks your head up to look at him, he leans in real close again.

"I still own this pussy whether you like it or not."

And with that, Joel Miller has completely ruined your heart.

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redflagshipwriter · 6 months ago

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Mamabat Chapter 11: the trap snaps shut

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Five vans peeled into view, rocketing around the curved road fast enough that they visibly tilted through the turn. They all bristled with weaponry.

Cass felt her lips press into a faint line. She glanced at Dannybaby: scared. I knew it. Here they are.

They didn’t have to talk about it. The three adults stepped out and put their backs to ring Danny, facing outwards to the threat.

“Shoot the racks,” she commanded. The mounted weapons. She didn’t like that. She pulled out a batarang herself and squinted to find her aim. The construction? Sloppy. Exposed wires. Weakness.

A gun cocked. “Aye aye, captain.” Jason hefted a gun in each hand and started shooting as the vans screeched to a stop in a circle around them. Bang! Sparks flew where he hit. Cass and Dickiebird did the same with quieter precision, slicing wires and leaving projectiles sticking into the metal monstrosities. Electricity sparked. Just in time: machines whined as they were powered on. One gave out with a huge bang! The van attached to it jolted as the machine punched a huge dent into the roof. White smoke floated away, clouding the nighttime scene with a chemical stink.

“Whoa,” Danny breathed.

She felt a twinge of satisfaction.

Jason hit the last set-up with a bang! Bang! Then his foot scuffed across the pavement to knock against Danny’s. Check, you’re here, you’re safe, you’re little.

“They’ll come out!” Danny warned.

He was right. Doors clicked unlocked all around them and men in white suits piled out, futuristic looking guns aimed at the little group.

She felt a twinge of disbelief. “Can’t shoot,” Cass said. No way. So dumb. They were in a circle. Friendly fire, new concept to losers??

They shot. She hit the ground in a roll and trusted that everyone else would. They did. She turned her head to see that one agent was down from friendly fire. There was no blood as he was lifted off his feet and blasted backwards against the van he came out of.

“Ghost scum!” howled one of the suits.

“We knew it!”

The victory in their voices set her blood boiling. Cass launched herself to the closest opponent and took him down with a nasty hit. She whirled on the next one, two mean hits. Go, go, clear the area! She heard feet scuffling and weapons whining as they fired, fired, fired on the boys.

She took number 4 down as the smoke was starting to clear. She heard a pained oof from the center, where Jason and Dickiebird were blocking Danny.

“Jason!” Danny said. He sounded very young. “Oh, shit.” Cass cast a frantic glance over at his posture and sucked in a breath even as she bulleted towards the next opponent. Determined. I have to do this. Here we go!

No, no!

Jason was down. Dickiebird was darting between Jason and the man actively firing. Danny was pale. He opened his mouth. He put his palms out. He flashbanged.

She blinked away stars and slammed a man’s head into a van before he could aim at her. Slam, slam, drop. She stole another glance. Danny was- Danny had white hair now and he was flashing green light at their enemies. Hm. She couldn’t afford to watch. Cass bared her teeth, angry.

Air sizzled: GIW firing wildly. Guns fired: Jason was still conscious. Danny yelped: what?

Cass didn’t dare look more. She moved faster than Batman could ever, brutally taking down these criminals with disdainful ease. They had nothing but numbers and lasers.

Green shot past her vision. She traced it back: Danny! Her eyes went wide. Wow. He had some kind of organic blast, like Starfire. Very useful!

It wasn’t enough. Danny screamed. She heard him hit the ground. Sizzling.

She howled, wordless with fury. She tackled the next agent and cracked his head against the pavement. Only two more. She flung a batarang down the barrel aimed at her and then yanked the weapon away to brutally jab the air out of the agent’s diaphragm. Cass tossed it at him as he fell. Solid thunk. It hit his head.

The last man tried to say something, white teeth flashing in the gloom. Her ears were closed to it. The only language she spoke right now was violence. She used it to get him down and wrench him into zip ties. She could hear Dickiebird talking his soothing sounds at Danny baby. Cass wanted to go there. Cass wanted to soothe him. She wanted to see his hurts.

But she had to secure the area. She rushed around to the groaning and crying men she had put down. She immobilized them. The foolish ones tried to get up as she approached. The smart one (and there was only one) held his hands out, eyes wide in the night. He talked at her. Beseeching, reasoning, she just doesn’t understand. You’re like me. Not like them.

Cass snarled. She understood just fine. She pressed his face into the ground harshly, fingers digging into his jaw. “Shut up,” she gritted out. She left him with effort, ignoring the mean impulse to smack him.

All the boys were on the ground. There was no blood. Eyes open. Not dead.

Something in her gun unclenched.

Dickiebird looked up at her from where he was supporting Jason, sitting halfway with a grimace as he holstered his guns. Hands shaking. “He’ll be fine!” Danny pressed his body against Jason like he was trying to absorb his body heat. His hair was black again and his eyes looked tired. “He, uh, it’s shock,” Dannybaby babbled. She knelt to rub at his back, silently encouraging the explanation. “They basically zapped his ecto, stopped circulation. It should start up again in a few minutes and he’ll feel fine.”

“Get off,” Jason grunted. He shoved at Dickiebird. Weak. “I feel fine.”

Lie.

“I feel drained,” he admitted. “But fine. Just weak. I can stand.” He struggled to stand, biting his lip. He swayed only slightly. “Man,” he cursed under his breath. Jason cast an unhappy look at the 14 agents groaning on the ground, on their bellies like the worms they were with hands ziptied at their backs. “Not my best showing.”

“Next time, you could dodge,” Dickiebird suggested lightly.

“You’re lucky it got him and not you,” Danny snapped. “Didn’t you see that guy go flying?”

Tense. Dickiebird paused. Smile. Soothe. “I’m only teasing,” he said. “It’s fine, Danny.”

“None of this is fine!” Cass swiveled her head to make sweltering eye contact with the scumbag who was cutting in. He was bold, for someone with his cheek digging into the rocks and cement. “By the authority of the US Government, you are required to submit these ecto-entities for testing and capture into our custody. Release us, or face dire consequences!”

Cass looked at him. She felt hate. Disdain. You’re nothing, you’re a worm to me.

“They’re telling the truth,” Danny whispered. “It’s, uh, it’s legal.” He looked haunted. He rubbed at his chest: some memory of sharp pain.

Dickiebird snorted and slung an arm over Danny’s narrow shoulders. “Maybe by US laws, but Oa has jurisdiction that supersedes. This was a clear case of assault.” He gave an unpleasant smile. Big brother. Big angry. Guard dog at the door. “I’ll make a call.”

The next minutes felt very long. Cass pressed Danny’s face into her shoulder so that he didn’t have to make eye contact with the fallen agents. She stroked his hair with her free hand, boiling inside with fury.

Dickiebird called. A Green Lantern answered: coming.

They waited. Jason said he felt better. His body said: mostly better. But strange. They ignored the threats and complaints from the GIW men on the ground.

Hal Jordan came, with one more Green Lantern that Cass didn’t know. He gathered up prisoners in a green veil. He talked with Dickiebird. He nodded, and left.

“I wanna go home,” Danny said quietly. “But I think that we need to get Jason to my doctor. He’s really not right. It’s… It might be time sensitive.”

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uhohdad · 7 months ago

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(18+) ♡König♡ Voiceline Inspired Drabbles

“Who else is with you?”

Jealous!König Shows Ghost Who Reader Belongs To

WARNING: ABUSIVE & NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

“I can hear them with you, don’t even think about lying.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

Your response was meant to sound nonchalant, but it comes out wavered and squeaky. Shaking fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“Who is it?” König demands, but you both know he already knows the answer.

“It’s- it’s just the guys,” You mumble into your phone, shoulders braced and lips pulled back in unease.

“Of course it is. Is Simon there?”

“Who ya talking to, bonnie?” Soap asks, and you give him a panicked push on his chest in an effort to shut him up.

“Come home, right now.”

König’s tone leaves no room for argument. Grit and threatening, it sends a chill down your spine and raises the hairs on your neck.

Your lips part to speak, stammering through your sentence.

“I- I’m not driving, I cant-”

“You have twenty minutes.”

The line cuts off, the phone shaking in your rattling hands as you pull it in front of your face, staring at it with wide eyes.

“Simon,” You utter, “You have to take me home, now, please.”

The car goes silent, the light atmosphere sucked from the car the moment your frantic words cuts through.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- nothing,” You say, eyes darting to the side, “Just-”

You cut yourself off, debating whether or not you should tell the truth, scrambling for an excuse, but your mind draws a blank.

“You have to take me home.”

“Lover boy?” Simon asks.

Your silence confirms his suspicion. You wince, knowing this is being filed in his ever-growing ‘Reasons to Hate König’ folder.

“Simon, please,” Your plead is made of only breath, fingers fidgeting beyond control.

Simon says nothing, the car suffocatingly silent. He continues driving, not so much as activating his turn-signal.

Your voice picks up vigor, the desperation palpable, “Simon- Simon, please. Take me home.”

“No.”

The car sucks in a collective breath, only the hum of the engine filling the taut, awkward air choking you all.

“Simon,” You whine, your eyes pinch shut and your hand rests on your collarbones, “Please.”

Soap raises a brow, lost, “What’s wrong?”

“Lover boy doesn’t like it when our dove has a good time,” Simon answers gruffly.

You unclip your seatbelt, sticking your head in between the two front seats.

“Simon, you have to take me home, now, please.”

He says nothing, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Simon!”

Without thinking, your trembling hand darts out to grab the steering wheel.

“Sit back!” Simon demands, the car swerving in its lane as he bats your hand away.

The sudden harshness in his voice makes you flinch, eyes wide and your hand retracting to your chest. It is not a request between friendly co-workers after hours, it is an order from your Lieutenant.

“Now,” He says, glaring you down in the rearview mirror.

At once you shrink in on yourself, shoulders slouching and eyes fixated on your shoes as you sit back in your seat.

The burn of Soap’s stare is searing, he’s looking for an explanation, but you can’t meet his eyes, too busy swallowing the shame of Ghost’s scolding and the fear of your boyfriend’s fury. Your stomach is twisted in knots, breaths shallow and knee bouncing to expel the nervous energy.

When Simon pulls into the pub’s parking lot, you whip your phone from your pocket as you scramble to order a ride, but Simon snatches your phone from your hands and ignores your objections.

“Simon, please! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“I’ll handle it,” Simon grits without looking over his shoulder.

He gives you a look piercing enough to make your knees knock together. You swallow, unable to find the strength to argue.

After a few drinks, the energy of the group has relaxed, but you’re still fidgeting, darting your eyes around and trying to keep the beer in your stomach instead of throwing it up from pure nerves.

You freeze when you see him yank open the pub’s door, hard enough he nearly rips it off the hinges. Your heart stops, your mouth parts, wide eyes locked onto him. He scans the pub for a moment before he finds you, wearing those scary, half-lidded, dangerous eyes that bore into you. From across the pub, his stare makes your stomach twist, and you have to stifle the urge to claw your way free from the booth and flee from predator eyes.

König crosses his arms over his chest, and tilts his head at you. An impatient finger taps his opposing bicep. Even from the other side of the noisy room, his message is clear.

‘I’m waiting.’

You swallow and look to the sticky tabletop, both your knees and your voice trembling when you speak.

“I gotta, I gotta run to the bathroom,” you mumble to no one in particular, shimmying awkwardly from the booth.

“König,” You start once in range, “I can explain, please, just let me-”

You cut yourself off with a gasp when he snatches you by the wrist with a crushing grip, forcing you to stumble over your own feet as you’re dragged out of the bar and along the sidewalk.

“König, please- I tried, I swear I tried, Simon just-”

König’s other hand grabs you by the waist with enough strength that bruises are surely to bloom at his fingertips. He ignores your writhing and winces of pain when he pushes you up against the pub’s dingy alleyway, blocking you in with his massive frame. His voice is hissed, his eyes devoid of any emotion other than rage.

“I don’t ever want to hear his name again. You understand me, little one?”

You choke, sputtering and stammering out syllables that will never get flushed out into sentences as his eyes narrow at you. Your body curls in on itself as he towers menacingly over you, his size alone more than enough of a threat to keep you compliant.

You nod, shaky but quick.

“Say it,” He growls.

“I understand,” You answer, just a squeak with words warbled in.

“Good,” He says, but you can tell by his tone he’s still not appeased.

A hardened hand snatches your wrists, pinning them to brick. Another yanks at the waistband of your jeans, ignoring your objections and your squirming legs.

“König, no! Here?” You whisper frantically, head whipping around to search for watchful eyes.

“You had the opportunity to come home. And you chose not to.”

He leaves no room for argument, a boot coming up to step on the pants bunched at your mid thigh, forcing them entirely to the ground when he plants his sole back on the concrete. You obey when he nudges you to suggest you free your ankle, and he wastes no time taking his cock from his pants.

You whimper when he presses himself to your panties, nestling between your lips with a grind.

He laughs, low and sinful in your ear.

“Already fucking wet, schlampe?”

A raspy grunt leaves him as he ruts his swollen cock against your panties.

“Just a little hure, whoring herself out for every man who pays you attention.”

You shiver at the vibration of his words against your chest, the tickle of his breath on your ear.

“Guess I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to.”

With your wrists pinned to the brick above your head, his other hand snatches your jaw with a tight grip. He forces your head to the side, sinking his teeth into the sensitive, exposed flesh of your neck. You can’t help the strangled cry that leaves you, and the hand on your jaw quickly covers your mouth, muffling your wails with his calloused palms as he leaves imprints of his bites on your skin.

He laughs into your slobbered skin, kissing over the tender indents in your flesh.

“Don’t worry little one,” He coos in a sickly sweet voice, “It’ll be over soon.”

Your whimper is stifled by his hand, but he gives your voice back when he reaches down to yank your soaked panties to the side.

“But you still need to learn your lesson, ja?”

He lets out a groan when the tip of his enraged cock swipes along your slick cunt.

“König, please,” You whine on a shaky exhale.

“Sh, sh, sh.”

König grinds between your lips, coating himself in your arousal before lining himself up. He is by no means patient, bullying half of his cock inside of you on his first thrust. Your head lulls forward, sniveling in his hold as your cunt stretches around his greedy cock.

He grunts through clenched teeth, pulling himself from you only to thrust mercilessly back in.

“Take this cock like a good girl,” He grits.

He finds a steady pace, hardly letting you adjust to his size before he’s fucking more of himself into you, your arousal soaking his throbbing cock.

“You want to act like a hure, hm?”

He leans in, letting go of your wrists to pick you up by your thighs, and gives you a stint of particularly brutal thrusts, your tits bouncing degradingly against your ribcage as he fucks you further into the bricks.

He snarls at you.

“Then I’ll treat you like a fucking hure.”

With your hands free, you’re clawing at him, trying to expel the overwhelming sensation of him robbing you of your tight, sensitive cunt. White knuckling his shirt and digging into his chest with your finger nails, pathetic whimpers leaving your lips.

“See? You can barely handle me, hure. You don’t need anyone else.”

You suck in a sharp breath when you hear bootsteps echoing at the end of the alleyway.

Sprung eyes lock with Simon, standing still in his spot, watching you get pounded against the wall.

König laughs, low and truly gut-wrenching. He doesn’t even have to look to know Simon’s there. As soon as he’s aware of his presence König doubles the pace of his thrusts, forcing his entire cock into you and filling you to the brim with each bottom out. His brute cock, his mound slapping against your clit, it turns your moans choppy and unrestrained as you succumb to the pleasure, the pain, the humiliation of knowing your Leuitenant has a front row seat to your punishment, watching König demean you and have his way with you.

You’ve gone entirely limp in his hold, intoxicated and cockdrunk, only able to focus on his ruthless cock ravaging your dripping cunt, the feeling of being stretched and filled, the burning eyes of Simon at the end of the alley.

“Alles meins,” He growls strictly, “Got it? All mine.”

You nod, stuttered moans pouring from your lips without thought. His grip on the back of your thighs tighten painfully in threat.

“Say it.”

“A-All yours!” You cry, lulling your head against the brick in defeat.

The pleasure is building in your lower abdomen, an electric and exponential euphoria taking control of your body, every muscle tensed and shaking.

“Tell your Lieutenant who you belong to.”

You twitch in his hold as he pushes you over the edge, not letting up in the slightest, cruelly abusing your g-spot as he works out every last wave of your overwhelming finish.

“König!”

♡ Jealous!König Makes A Bet With Reader ♡

♡ König Drabble Masterlist ♡

Dividers by the lovely @strangergraphics

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shotmrmiller · 1 year ago

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Submitting to his dominance— part III

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

TW: dubious-con???, light mentions of violence, tied up for a moment, biting, thigh riding, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, creampie, this is just vulgar idk what to say.

WC: 3k

A/N: this is it. i didn't plan on using the small drabble of jealousy for this but it worked better for me in the end. this is totally self-indulgent gg yall

You’re on a call with a friend, excitedly discussing your upcoming date with Gaz. Telling her how the both of you are still getting to know each other, just dipping your toes in the water— but the chemistry you both felt was natural, and your friend was screaming on the other end of the line, excited for you.

Approaching your front door, you’re giggling at something they said when you turn your doorknob and push. It opens. Unlocked. You never leave your flat unlocked. After a moment, you let your friend know you’ll call her later and pivot, dialing the police. Just as you’re about to leave, a recognizable voice comes from the other side of the door.

“Get inside, pet.”

Ghost.

Resolutely shaking your head, you firmly say, “No. I blocked you for a reason. Stay here as long as you like, I’m going to Johnny’s.”

In a split second, you find yourself yanked back by a forceful hand clutching onto your hair, causing a jolt of pain as a few strands give way. The grip on your hair intensifies, and you're forcefully dragged into your apartment, confined within its walls with a slam of the door.

“Are you fucking—”, Ghost cuts you off with a rough palm over your mouth. Anger surges through your veins, nostrils flaring, and you lift your arm to strike him when he uses the hand covering your mouth to slam your head against the wall— not too hard but with just enough strength to remind you of the position you’re in. Who you’re in here with.

“Hands to yourself, girl. You’d be pickin’ a fight you couldn’t even dream of winnin’.”

Maybe he had a suspicion that you’d test him again because he swiftly rotated you and fastened your wrists with zip ties behind you— before turning you around once again to face him.

How fucking dare he. Oh, if looks could kill.

You give him the most hateful scowl you can muster, and he looks at you for just a second, almost mockingly. He lifts the mask to uncover his mouth and then tries to press his lips to your neck, but that’s not about to happen. You move your head and shoulder to prevent him from getting anywhere near, when he moves his hand to fist your hair and yanks. You don’t know what made your eyes tear up. If it’s the stinging ache of your scalp or the twinge in your neck from how hard he pulled. It was silly of you to think he wouldn’t just take what he wants— he’s done it so far.

Ghost has the nerve to chuckle as if he didn’t almost break your neck.

“Don’t be dramatic, pet. If I wanted y’dead, you wouldn’t have even seen me coming.”

Not realizing you spoke aloud, you’re about to purposefully speak your mind when his lips latch onto the delicate skin of your neck, sucking hard, to the point of pain. And he does it again, on the other side. The sting of his hickeys causes you to whimper, and you assume he likes the noise that involuntarily slips out of you because he grinds his clothed erection against your core while sucking a mark on the fluttering vein in your neck.

Ghost pulls back, fist still in your hair, and rubs his thumb across the throbbing bruises as if admiring his work. “Hey,” and moves his shirt to reveal his neck— showing you a half dozen blotchy marks that his other conquests put there, and with mirth says, “We match.”

You start thrashing at that, as best you can while being restrained, and the intense fury of why you even blocked him in the first place comes back to the forefront of your mind.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream. You raise your leg to kick him when he readily grabs it, effortlessly lifting you off the floor. He lets your one leg hang over the arm he has sturdily planted on the wall before grabbing the other to do the same— and pins you flat with his hips, bulge pressed firmly against your cunt. Your arms ache with pain as they are ruthlessly pinned behind you against the wall, pulling a hiss of agony from you.

“Now, now,” he taunts, “There’s no need to get pissy over me sleeping with someone else. Y’asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend, lovie.”

“Yeah,” you grit out, “You’ve made that clear enough, with your little flings Johnny told me about.”

“Aw, and tha’s got your knickers in a twist, does it?” he grinds his hips, “Would you believe me if I said tha’ you’re the prettiest?”

You snort. “Piss off— and actually piss the fuck off. You can go get your dick wet with someone else.”

“Why would I wanna do that when I got y’here spread open so willingly f’me?” and grinds his hips again.

You were about to retort about the ‘willingly’ being questionable when he latches onto your skin again but this time, he sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder. Your nails dig into your palms, eyes welling with tears at the sharp pain of the bite.

“Ah— stop, please stop” and it feels like he bites down even harder before finally relenting. His teeth come off your skin leaving behind a dark, angry purple imprint.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, pet.”

Ghost looks up from the bite to your eyes and notices them glassy with unshed tears— licking off the ones that did spill. He trails soft stubbly kisses from your jawline to the corner of your mouth almost to coax it open. You wish you were a stronger person to resist his allure, but his mystique pulled you into his orbit. His touch ignited the spark in you to a flame, and you cave.

His mouth caresses yours open, your body melting against his. You let out little, breathy moans, and when he sloppily licked into your mouth, you caught his tongue and sucked— pulling the raunchiest, cunt-clenching sound you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. You let go of his tongue with a pop.

He moves his hands off the wall to dig into your arse and walks to your couch, putting your back to the cushions as he pulls off your pants. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls you towards him, making you straddle his muscular thigh while his hands wrap around your waist, reaching for your bound wrists.

“I’ma take this off. I wouldn’t try hittin’ me again.” You feel a snap, the tingle of your blood rushing through the mark left by the zip tie, and shrug— in an attempt to ease some of the aches in your shoulders from being forcefully positioned for so long.

You side-eye the military pocket knife he used to cut the ties, wondering when he took it out— where he even hid it. Ghost leans forward to shrug off his leather jacket, pulls off his shirt while keeping his mask over his mouth, and tosses them to the other side of the sofa. You knew he was fit but seeing just how much made you a tad insecure. The separation of the muscle from the round of his shoulders to the bulge of his bicep, with the vein running along the bicep was mouthwatering. Strong vascular forearms, only one of them with a half sleeve. You can see the muscle striation of his full-looking pecs, his abs clear cut, obliques you could count with your fingers. Ridiculously fit, unlike yourself. Soft tummy, thick meaty thighs, and fleshy hips. He brings you out of your musing with a hard slap to your arse.

“Out of your head and back here w’me, eh?” he says while soothing the sting with his calloused hand. “I can feel how warm your cunt is through my jeans. Go on,” and lifts his hand to rub a thumb over your mound, “ride my thigh.”

The feel of your clit against the rough fabric of his jeans and his thumb rubbing firm circles on it has your pussy growing wet, leaving a damp spot behind on him. One hand grips you to push you through the motions, and you continue to roll your hips— chasing the friction you need.

The circles he’s drawing turn slippery as the tension of your impending orgasm intensifies. Your legs start to shake as you stroke yourself on the length of his thigh and the steady roll of your clit under his thumb is about to make you break, your walls fluttering when Ghost pulls away— abruptly leaving you at the ledge, and it stings.

“Y’didn’t think I was gonna just let you come with how bratty you’ve been?” and you let out an angry whine. “Open your mouth,” he orders.

Your tongue unsticks from the roof of your mouth as you do, and he shoves two of his long fingers into it, and curls them over your tongue— and you close your throat to prevent your gag reflex.

“Atta girl, love,” the smirk he gives is so irrationally smug, that you want to bite him. He puts both of his thighs in between your legs to spread you, letting him get a good look at your swollen, dripping cunt.

He pulls his fingers out glossy with your spit to rub them through your folds, then presses one, and then the other. He pushes to half the length of his fingers and curls, pushing directly on the sensitive patch of nerves. Ghost repeatedly presses against it, and the noises you and your cunt start to make are lewd, sloppy.

Your pleasure starts to rise again, back to where he left you off with every precise drag of his fingers over your patch of nerves, your body feels like it’s radiating heat, your vision starting to go white when again, he leaves you hanging. Right at the fucking edge and you dry sob from how pleasurably painful it is.

Ghost grabs your neck with a firm, wet grip and pulls your face to his, lips hovering over yours, breath mingling.

“With me in you or none at all, pet,” and slaps your cheek, leaving behind a sticky residue.

Quickly divesting himself of his jeans, he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, where he watches you bounce on your mattress. He’s about to crawl over to you when you put your foot flat against his chest.

“I’m not fucking you without a condom when you still have the evidence of your promiscuity on you.”

He grabs that ankle and wraps it around him, lifting its twin to do the same, then places himself between your thighs— resting some of his body weight on you.

“I never sleep with anyone without protection. You’d be the first in many years,” and you scoff at him. He grabs your jaw, cheeks squishing under his fingers, demanding eye contact.

“I’m many things but a liar isn’t one of ‘em. You’ve done so well f’me, been so obedient. You’re the only one I want to feel without any barriers. ”

This reminds you of how much of a bastard he is. Taking wheat and spinning it into gold, just to get what he wants.

“And how many times has that line worked for you?” whimpering at the feel of his heavy cock rubbing against your wet cunt.

“You’re the only one I wanna see my cum drip out of, pet. I swear it,” and he starts to push into you. Even being as drenched as you are, your cunt still struggles to take him. He gives one thrust and it reaches halfway before it stops— almost like it’s stuck. Ghost pulls out, cock slippery and creamy with your juices then pushes in again. It’s like a rock breaking the surface tension of still water— he sinks to the hilt.

It burns. It’s an ache and his length feels too large, too much, but hearing this typically silent behemoth of a man mumbling into your ear has you groaning at his depth.

“Fuck, baby, fuckin’ hell sweetheart—”, the salacious groan in your ear makes you clench your gummy walls around his invasion. He moves slowly, giving a series of unhurried, languid thrusts.

“I’m gonna make sure this tight cunt fits me and no one else,” and that has you thinking if he said that because of your upcoming date, but then with a soft slap to your cheek, he shifts— bringing himself to his knees. Ghost grabs the back of yours and pushes them to your ears. You’re bent in half, can barely breathe, and then he gives you a knowing smirk— with just one corner of his mouth lifted as the only warning before he pounds into you.

Viciously.

Unsparingly.

Every thrust of his has the tip of his head firmly pressing into your cervix with an obscene squelch. The deep pinch you feel against your womb brings tears to your eyes.

He’s merciless with how hard he fucks you, and you can’t do anything other than take it, thoroughly pinned under his body weight. Ghost then lets go of one leg to cover your mouth with his hand before angling his hips upwards— just a tad and the angle is so sharp he has you screaming. He must’ve known exactly what was gonna happen because he’s completely unfazed by how loud you’re being, just presses down on your mouth even harder.

“Keep taking it, pet, I know you can,” he growls out, but it feels like he’s actually rearranging your guts, so deep inside you can feel him in your throat. His rhythm is unrelenting, and the coil that Ghost has kept tightly wound all this time threatens to snap, and you’re sure it’s going to break you.

He hisses as he feels your cunt quivering around his cock, and he definitely knows what’s about to happen because he then slows his hips and cuts through your pleasure with his selfish demand.

“You tell Gaz that this weekend is cancelled and I’ll fuck you against that wall and let you come,” and you’re babbling out your surrender, jerky nods of your head. You’re okay with losing this battle because you’re winning this war unequivocally.

Ghost pulls out aggressively, pulls you to the edge of the bed to position your ankles at his shoulder, and lifts— walking to the wall, pinning you. He slaps your arse before sliding back in again.

“M’good girl has earned her reward, hasn’t she?” and with that, he lets spit dribble from his mouth to land on your clit.

“Lemme see you touch yourself,” and resumes his thrusts, this time pushing directly into your sweet spot, again and again. You rub circles in rhythm with his thrusting, your body starting to seize.

“Fuck, tha’s it, love, fuck me,” and he moans when the nails of your unoccupied hand dig into his shoulder. “Jesus, yeah, scratch me. Leave a mark— I wanna see you on me tomorrow,” and he starts to piston into you at a punishing pace, and he in combination with your fingers has you careening into one of the most, if not the most, overwhelming orgasm of your life.

You tense, and with no control, actually scream out your peak. Wave after wave of blindingly brutal pleasure, nothing but a ringing in your ears and your limbs that violently tremble— relieving the ache that has been in between your thighs for weeks, from Ghost’s ruthless edging.

The choking vice your cunt has on his cock sends him over, groaning out his climax. He’s grinding so deep in you that it just hurts, then thrusts himself into oversensitivity.

He backpedals, taking you with him in his arms, and falls back onto your bed with a grunt. You’re rubbing the marks your nails left on his shoulders— just an imprint. Good. Then, you shift yourself upwards, straddling his ribcage to touch the lovebites.

“You didn’t really think I’d leave a trophy for you to take home, did you?” and his dark eyes unblinkingly stare at you. Gazing right back, you say, “I won’t be a part of your collection.” But you’re not sure if you aren’t already, seeing as how it’s his cum dripping out of you and landing on his stomach.

“But an agreement is an agreement,” and get up to grab your phone. Sending Gaz a quick text, you then turn the screen towards Ghost.

Can’t see you this weekend, Gaz. Sorry:(

Oh, the belly laugh Ghost lets out at the response Gaz sent makes your face flush.

We talked about this, doll. Our date is next weekend.

“Now I,” you get up, leaving Ghost lying on your bed with his spend drying on his belly, “am gonna go shower, and you can let yourself out. I asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend.”

As you saunter to your bathroom, you turn your head to end it with, “Seeing as how I won’t be needing you anymore, delete my number.”

—

By the time you step out of your bathroom squeaky clean, your apartment is as if you didn’t get fucked within an inch of your life. Everything looked in order, bed comforter tucked with hospital corners— empty. Except your phone wasn’t where you left it. You walk over to pick it up and on the screen is a text from Ghost’s number. He unblocked himself and changed the name of his contact to Simon.

If you wanted exclusivity, all you had to do was ask, love. Tell Gaz to fuck off for good, I’ll see you soon.

You quickly run to your bathroom and slam the door closed. Squealing, you dial Gaz’s number.

“Hello, doll,” his voice is low, as if he was asleep.

“It worked! We did it! We—” and you cut yourself off, “Wait, did I wake you?”

He chuckles and you can hear another deep male voice in the background.

“OH! Oh. You weren’t sleeping! OK! Sorry! So sorry! I’m hanging up!” and press the end call button.

To beat the player, you must first learn how to play the game.

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