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Mad Dogs: A Durge/Astarion Series

Astarion x masc!Durge, smut, romance, dark themes.

It is fitting that one mad dog should judge another.

Ketheric Thorm, Act II

Content warning: This is a sexually explicit series that includes violence and may contain other triggering content such as traumatic memories, murder, allusions to sexual assault, and consensual power exchange along with other BDSM themes. Reader beware of your triggers and limits.

Part One

A Dead Man’s Throne

The throne room of Moonrise Towers was quiet and still, perhaps for the first time in a long while. Moonlight filtered in through holes in the ceiling, likely caused by an Eldritch blast gone awry. The moonlight pierced the darkness like a homecoming, and Alaric supposed that’s exactly what it was. He sighed and put his head in his hands. The throne still felt familiar, like so many things in this wretched place. The smell of spilled blood roused him endlessly. Sleep was, once again, a distant hope for him. His blood roared, his heart pumping with fiendish speed, unable to slow, always at the ready, waiting for violence.

Astarion watched his lover from the shadows of the stairwell, feeling strange about the thought. Not a victim, not a master, but more than a friend. He remembered having friends and lovers once, but the years had taken those memories from him. In the eerie light, Alaric, the tiefling paladin, looked striking with his skin seemingly made for the moon's light, and the purple tones absorbing the cool glow. Despite having removed his armor hours ago and wearing only soft leather pants, his frame remained stiff and his muscles tense, as if he still wore his heavy armor. Astarion could sense the weight on his lover’s soul, almost tasting it. He was about to step from the shadows with a sassy quip on his lips, but he held back as he saw Alaric put his head in his hands. His paladin was clearly in pain. Astarion resisted the urge to ease the tension with sarcasm and snark, keeping his mouth shut, despite the struggle.

Alaric tried to soothe the raging in his blood, redirecting it to something more productive, like sifting through the ruins of his memory. This room. He had been here before. He had sat on this throne before. The details refused to form, replaced by waves of feelings instead; the sound of screaming, the smell of blood. How much easier things would be for him if he gave in to the urge. Alfira’s face swam in his thoughts. Her smile as she laughed, melodic and sweet, melting into the grimace of her corpse. She died in abject terror. His face grew hot, his heart skipped a beat, and his breath came fast. He was aroused. He hated himself.

Astarion grew uncomfortable watching the tiefling growl and suffer. He briefly considered slinking back into the shadows, disappearing, and minding his own business. But he was drawn to the brooding man on the throne like some invisible bindings connected them. He could not have left him there, even if he wanted to. He had never met anyone quite as violently troubled as himself, and certainly not anyone who looked so damn good at the same time. He knew what he could do. He knew he couldn’t help the man with his anguish, but he was an expert at distraction by seduction. He materialized from the shadows of the doorwell and approached the throne.

Alaric didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. He would have known those footsteps even if the throne room was crowded and noisy. The weight on his soul felt lighter as if the approaching vampire had taken some of it from him. He thought for a moment that he should send the pale elf away, rather than expose Astarion to his current mood, but chose to remain silent. He propped his chin up on his hands and drank in the sight before him. Moonlight danced across Astarion’s naked chest, absorbing the pale light into paler skin. His pants, soft leather, were already untied, an invitation. Alaric felt a rush of blood to his cock, and the bloodlust found a place to go. Astarion approached, tugging at the laces of his pants, loosening them further. A smirk played at his lips, so red against the pale skin of his face, a glint of fangs, subtly threatening. Alaric suddenly needed to feel them pierce his flesh, and he needed the ecstasy that went with it. A perfect distraction. His eye lingered on Asatrion’s unmarred, porcelain flesh. It looked so delicate in the moonlight, but he knew the elf was strong, perhaps stronger than him at times. Playing with Astarion promised a chance to release some of the brutality he spent each waking moment trying to suppress.

Lust almost radiated from the tiefling. Astarion could read Alaric’s every desire in his eyes. He wanted violence, he wanted release, he wanted to feel like he was in control. No wonder Alaric relied more on intimidating his foes than deceiving them, he was an open book. The elf was more surprised by the way his own body reacted to Alaric’s smoldering gaze. He usually disconnected from this part. The fun of the chase was over, and next, simply the follow-through. But it was not so with Alaric. Astarion wanted him back, with equal intensity. It was a frightening thought, but a powerful one. The tiefling sat back and opened his legs, taking a power stance on the throne, wordlessly conveying his desire. Astarion smiled and felt heat roil inside him. He would give him what he wanted, at least for tonight. He paused in a rare moment of hesitancy. He should recoil from serving another man after all that Cazador had done to him. Shouldn’t he?

Alaric spotted the uncharacteristic hesitancy in the elf and acted quickly.

“Come kneel before me, my love,” he growled with enough tenderness to ease the doubt he was sure Astarion was feeling. He looked away to give the elf some privacy while he struggled with himself. Alaric pulled the laces on his pants, freeing his hard cock. Whatever internal struggles the elf was having were quickly resolved. Astarion took his place between Alaric’s legs, his skin cold against the heat of Alaric’s thighs. Astarion looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust. It was a beautiful sight. Alaric took hold of the elf’s chin and leaned down to kiss him violently, hard enough to bruise those perfect lips. When he pulled away, blood trickled from Astarion’s lips and he didn’t even know which of theirs it was.

“Do you want to feed?” Alaric asked in a low voice that was barely more than a growl.

Astarion swallowed, he was almost frenzied with the desire for his lover’s blood. “Yes, darling, please.” He gave Alaric his most demure look.

Alaric smirked. “I suppose you’ll have to earn the privilege then, won’t you?”

Astarion stuck out his lower lip and pouted. Alaric ignored him and simply waited. Astarion complied, not without a bit of pettiness. He licked the skin around the base of Alaric’s cock, letting his fangs graze over the flesh. He grazed his fingers up the length of his cock, barely touching the soft, taut skin. He laughed when Alaric’s cock twitched, and the tiefling let out a small frustrated sigh. Astarion was quite enjoying himself, torturing the other man. He licked up the length of Alaric’s cock, tantalizingly slow. He motioned like he was going to wrap his lips around the tip but pulled away at the last moment.

Alaric hissed. “Brat.” He wrapped his hands in the elf’s hair and took control. “Watch the fangs,” he warned as he forced himself into Astarion’s mouth, gripping the elf’s hair, not releasing him until he was pumping himself up and down the length of his cock adequately. Alaric gripped the armrests of the throne and threw his head back. The elf’s talents were immeasurable. Alaric felt his anguish melt away into ecstasy. He muttered instructions to Astarion intermittently, “slow down, brat”, “faster, now, more tongue”. Astarion obeyed him admirably.

Astarion lost himself in the erotic art of following instructions. He enjoyed teasing Alaric, but he enjoyed obeying him more. The thought filled him with shame but it only added to the eroticism. It was nothing like the forced obedience he had with Cazador, waiting for the moment that bastard turned his sick attention elsewhere. Astarion wanted all of Alaric’s attention, needed it. He needed to bask in the recognition of a kindred soul. He ran his tongue over the head of Alaric’s cock with renewed vigor, repeating the motion at a steady pace until the tiefling was breathing heavily, his thighs shaking. Astarion increased the tempo until he felt Alaric cum into the back of his throat. He pulled away and looked up at the other man, licking his lips coyly. He had quite the view from down here, Alaric looked like a fallen angel, head thrown back, chest rising and falling, long black hair falling loose from its tie. He gave the tiefling a moment to recover his senses. He was such a patient man, sometimes. After an eternity, Alaric looked down at him and nodded, unable to string words together. Asatarion didn’t waste another second, he sank his fangs into Alaric’s femoral artery.

It constantly amazed Alaric that feeling pleasure was real. He sighed, holding on to his orgasm as long as he could. He had few memories of his life before the Nautiloid, but he knew that this feeling was new. He was sure the only pleasure he derived before was from the slaughter. This was something else. He looked down at Astarion and he did not want to tear the flesh from his bones. He wanted to mend, not destroy. It was new, so new he could almost feel his brain wiring new pathways. He groaned when Astarion tore into his thigh, the elf was feeling particularly primal tonight. Alaric fell out of time for a moment. The blood left his body and it took the urge with it. It left him weightless, finally free from the influence of dark whispers…

Alaric woke sometime later. He was lying on the floor of the throne room, the smell of his blood in the air. Astarion lay beside him, moonlight dappling over his flesh. He hadn’t bothered to clean the blood away from his face, nor the half-dried rivulets on his chest. He ran his long, cold fingers through Alaric’s chest hair, watching his chest rise and fall.

“I thought I lost you for a second there,” he breathed, not looking at the other man, his voice heavy with guilt.

Alaric reached over and turned Asatarion’s face towards him. “It will take more than a bratty vampire spawn to take me down.” He kissed the elf again but didn’t have the energy to match the brutal passion of the first kiss. He felt Astarion’s cock harden against his side.

“Come, sit up here,” he said pulling Astarin on top of him. “Touch yourself. Rub your cock over my half-dead body, you little freak.”

“Give me a few more minutes with your artery, and I can cum on your entirely dead body, darling,” Astarion snapped back, but obeyed happily.

Alaric watched him through half-closed eyes, he still felt like he was floating. Astarion had taken more blood than usual. He could see it in his face and his cock. The elf was brimming with vitality. Alaric smiled. His blood seemed to do Astarion more good than it ever did for him. Alaric drifted in and out of consciousness, lulled by Astarion’s moans. He felt the hot, wet spill on his stomach and felt Astarion shift off of him.

“Oh no, messy thing,” he murmured, “lick it up.”

Astarion glared at Alaric, but the tiefling’s eyes were closed and he did not see it. Astarion huffed and growled, making sure the other man knew how annoyed he was at the demand. Alaric laughed but did not say anything else, just waited. Astarion lowered his head and licked his mess off of Alaric’s skin, dried blood mixing with fresh fluid. The smell of Alaric’s body, his blood, and Astarion’s own smell all mingled together made him feel particularly monstrous. He finished his task, and spitefully bit Alaric’s chest hard enough to tear the flesh. Alaric groaned and grabbed Astarion by the hair.

“Careful, little elf,” he snarled, but his tone was not angry, it was playful.

“Oops, sorry, darling,” Astarion purred, “I mistook you for a snack.” He pressed himself against the tiefling, entwining his fingers with Alaric’s.

As their hands touched, they were both overcome with a sudden connection of their tadpoles.

Visions of the past forced their way into Alaric’s head. A cold dungeon and a sharp blade. Another man had Astarion on his knees. Another man that Astarion was made to please. Astarion’s body moving to obey another man’s commands. Cazador. Alaric felt Astarion stiffen against him and try to pull away. Alaric held him tight as the vision faded and their tadpoles severed the connection.

“I am not him,” he whispered. “I will never be him.”

#bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion #astarion x durge #durge #smut #mad dogs #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfic

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shinejean · 1 year ago

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A busy night🐰💊

#ran #sanzu #ransan #ran haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers #tr sanzu #tr ran #tokyo rev smut #yaoi #mad dog

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malf-oy · 1 year ago

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Mad Dogs of Summer

Draco Malfoy/Sirius Black (E)

Chapter 3 of 11 (chapter word count: 5,397)

Summary: Sirius Black comes back out of the Veil after twelve years a changed man. Or perhaps it is the world that has changed. The only thing he knows for certain is that this is not his life, not anymore.

Read Chapter 3 on AO3!

#mad dogs of summer #sirius/draco #draco/sirius #sirius black/draco malfoy #draco malfoy/sirius black #hp rare pair #ekjflkdfjgld drunk enough to fuck around and do this and get off schedule #bc the next chapter starts the smut and at the end of the day is not that the point?#trusting my last round of edits was sufficient lmao

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poespicklejar · 1 year ago

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Since I can't post on AO3 since I'm still blocked I'm doing some drawing. For those who read ch 3 you all know exactly what's gana go on here.

#mated to mad dogs #wip #john soap mactavish #soap cod #a smut #a kind of smutty smut #a smut that smells kinda.... smutty

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jeonsweetpea · 8 months ago

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Will It Fit?

Roommate!AU | Roommate!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers

rating: explicit

description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…

word count: 6.7k

warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OC’s panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes,

a/n: As soon as I saw JK’s OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. I’ve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope you’re all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me.

“[Y/N], I can hear you in there.”

The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didn’t move a muscle, he’d go away.

“I know you’re up,” he added. You rose up from your bed.

“Um… exactly what did you hear?” you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.

“Unlock this door.”

You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.

“Hey… you…” you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.

“It’s 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.”

Your eyes widened at his curt response. You’ve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.

“Sorry…”

God, you sounded absolutely pathetic .

“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.

Fuck, was he always this hot when mad?

You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew you’d never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.

It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. It’s bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.

If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!

You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts.

He’s my roommate. And he’s too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up.

“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”

Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!

“Damn it…” you muttered. “I gotta warm it up. Ugh!”

You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy.

This might’ve been the most desperate masturbation session you’ve ever had, but you didn’t care. This was all Jungkook’s fault!

The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.

“Are you okay?” he said, followed by a yawn.

You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. “Yeah… I just… didn’t expect you to be home. I thought you had work.”

“Oh,” He sounded more awake now. “I read my schedule wrong. Turns out I’m off every other Saturday now.”

“... Oh. Cool.”

He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last night’s events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, you’re both two grown adults; there’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you didn’t say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you.

“Hey Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” he said from behind the fridge door.

“About yesterday… I hope you can forget all about it.”

As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words.

“Did something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.”

You blinked at him twice. “Do you… not remember talking to me last night?”

“Hmm? I did? I was fast asleep, don’t remember a thing.” He took the seat next to you. “Why? What did we talk about?”

Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. “Oh, nothing much. My room’s a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?” You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. “I-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted to—ah—fuck me!

There. That’s the Jungkook you knew. He’s never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didn’t either out of respect. But… It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Unless I wanted to�� fuck you?” you repeated innocently. This was new territory for you—teasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, they’d swore you had hearts in your eyes.

He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. “That didn’t come out right. Oh god… this is embarrassing.”

You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. “It’s okay. I don’t want to peg you—I mean, take your bed.”

Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. “Hey, I don’t want to be peg—not the point. No, seriously. My room’s really warm.”

“I mean… if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,” you remarked. Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold?

It didn’t matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.

“I didn’t realize it was that easy…” he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another “Not that I’m calling you easy!”

“Uh huh. I’m watching you, Jeon Jungkook. Hmph.”

“No, wait. I’m sorry.”

You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. “Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”

You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.

“Uh… I’m gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,” Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. “W-What are you doing?”

He’s so cute when nervous.

“Nothing. Grabbing my keys. I’m heading out too.”

“O-Okay.”

Your smile made his heart rate escalate. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”

You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.

“Jungkook? Are you home?” you called out.

“Yeah! I just finished showering!” he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch.

“Damn,” you muttered, rubbing your arms. “Wish I could have showered with him. It’s so cold outside…”

As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. “[Y/N]? Could you come here?”

You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He must’ve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didn’t really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities.

You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. “I’m here. What’s up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.”

The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant.

“Why is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?”

Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Don’t just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.

Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!

“Well…” you started to say, “I’m assuming it’s yours.”

Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear.

Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you weren’t absolutely mortified. For the second time this week.

God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day he’d use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldn’t be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.

“[Y/N], you know damn well this isn’t mine.” He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. “I like mine bigger.”

You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. “Good god, Jeon.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?”

You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. “It’s getting colder outside and the heater doesn’t reach my room as well as it reaches yours. So…”

“Yeah…? But I’m not following.”

“The… thing in your hand—”

“Dildo?”

You visibly cringed. “Yes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I don’t like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.”

“Before you use it?”

“No, to melt it. Yes, to use it!” you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. “I wasn’t aware you weren’t working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!”

You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. “Hey, maybe I want a turn.”

You had to bite back. “I knew you liked being pegged.”

“I do not!”

“Then give it back!”

“This thing is huge though. It fits?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Because if something this big went up my—”

“Jungkook!”

“I’m just saying!” he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. “I find it hard to believe, that’s all. It’s really big. Like damn.”

Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.

You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?” He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. “Shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back and—I guess I took it too far.”

“Go away, Jeon,” you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest.

“Holy shit, that scared me,” he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. “Hey… come on out. Please. I’m not judging you.”

“No. I’m humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I can’t face you ever again. It’s over!”

He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I didn’t even know we started, so how could we be over? You’re cute.”

That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. “This isn’t fair… I’ve been embarrassed twice now.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“You heard me masturbating yesterday!” you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. “You woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!”

“I mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,” he said, nodding to himself. “But I really don’t remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.”

“No.”

“Would it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?”

You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. “... Go on…”

He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Well… you know how I’ve been doing your laundry for you?”

“Yeah…”

It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasn’t your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.

“You… left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I washed them for you but um… before that, I might’ve… sort’ve… jerked off with them.”

Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all.

“What? They were really pretty…” he added. “They were pink and had lace—”

“You… PERVERT!” you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips.

“Oh, I’m a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,” he countered, snatching both your wrists.

“At least I’m able to take 8-inches!” you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,

“Good! That means you’ll be able to handle me!”

Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. “... What?”

Jungkook’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. “... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.”

He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression.

“... Pervert,” you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner.

“Maybe. But only you can make me feel this way.”

You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground.

A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. “Holy shit!”

Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. “Sorry, I’ll put it away.”

“No, no, no!” you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. “Sorry, I just… you… you weren’t kidding.”

“Does it scare you?” His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. “Because… I don’t want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. That’s why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fit…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Truth be told, you’ve never been with anyone as big as him so it’s all new for you.

“Well… if I’m prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um… man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close.

“That makes two of us. But you make me crazy.”

He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more.

“I really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours… If you’ll let me,” he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.

You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.

“Jung—mmph—Jungkook…” you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place.

“You think I’m going to let you go so easily now that I have you?” he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more.

Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he said in between pants.

“Since you’ve jerked off to my panties?” you teased while catching your breath.

He rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never rubbed one out to me before.”

You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. “Hey… I wouldn’t have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.”

He smirked. “All you had to do was ask, you know.”

Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.

“Had to wash it. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up properly for the real thing.”

He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before.

“What?” you asked, amused.

“N-Nothing.”

When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words ‘Oh my god’ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.

Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts.

“The bra is pretty… you’re so pretty,” he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you.

As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take it,” you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head.

“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.”

“But I can take it, I can, oh god please.”

“If you’re a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?”

You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily.

“Y-Yeah, I—god—your fingers feel good…”

He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips.

“Show me what those pretty lips of yours can do.”

You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minx—sweet and naughty. He didn’t have to tell you to suck it because you already were.

“Such a good girl. You’re going to handle my cock so well.”

He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it. I know it.”

He chuckled, admiring your determination. “Still, I want to take my time. Besides… it’s not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.”

He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor.

He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant.

“Shit, shit,that feels so—“ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room.

You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity.

“J-Jungkook, I think—“

You couldn’t, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure.

Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high.

“Did you cum?”

You smacked his arm playfully. “Did I cum… pfft. No, actually. I’m waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.”

“Well not to toot my own horn but…” He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. “I think I meet the requirements.”

Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasn’t kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight.

Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Let me take care of you now.”

“But I want to fuck you so bad.”

“You can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.”

His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his.

Will it fit…? God, I hope so.

“Are you afraid you can’t take it?” Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???

“I can. I will.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t—“

“Jungkook,” you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. “I can take it like a good girl. And if not, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldn’t reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down.

Jungkook’s abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this—don’t stop.”

You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you.

“You’re too good to me…”

You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. “Teach me what you like.”

“I love everything you do,” he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. “Your hands are so much softer than mine.”

You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back.

“Fuck [Y/N]. That’s so hot.”

“Yeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?” He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust.

“Can you handle it?”

You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. “Take me, baby. Raw.”

His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink.

“I’m on the pill. Promise,” you informed.

A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.

He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard.

You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.

“Are you ready?” He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered.

“Yes, please fuck me.”

“Breathe baby. Relax as much as you can.”

You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, that’s what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits.

There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did.

“God!” you shouted, fisting his bedsheets.

“F-Fuck… you feel amazing I—can I move? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt… I just feel really full.”

“Okay,” he said in a restrained voice. “I’ll go slow.”

He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else he’d lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.

“Your ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. “Maybe if you spank me.”

He stilled his hips. “You really want me to?”

You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. “Yeah. I’m not that fragile… I can take it rough when I want to.” You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. “Hmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?”

He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock.

“You think you’re in a position to be a brat?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, “Do you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?”

He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded you. “But god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.”

You couldn’t wait anymore. “Please do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. It’s yours to wreck.”

Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.

Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.

He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat.

“I’m not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,” he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. “But let me know if you want me to stop.”

You’re smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.

“I will.”

With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself.

“Fuck!” you said through gritted teeth.

“Am I going too fast?” he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.

“No, it’s okay. I want it. I want you.”

Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy.

It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum.

He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height.

“Spread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.”

You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and you’d be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax.

Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished.

He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Get off. We gotta pee.”

He laughed at your serious tone. “I think I need another shower. Care to join me?”

Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didn’t make sense!

With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Questions, comments, concerns?”

Oh my god, you had to marry this man. “Um… I think I’ll be sore for the next few days.”

“I’m sorry.

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it a lot.”

He turned you around, so that you were facing him. “Enough to do it again?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”

“W-Well… I mean—“

Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. “You’re such a pervert.”

“I can’t help it. You turn me on.”

You covered your chest, feeling shy. “Is that all I’m good for…?”

He immediately understood what you meant. “Of course not. Look at me,” he said while tilting your chin up. “Don’t you know how I feel about you?”

Your lips curled into a smile. “Well I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.”

You couldn’t help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that.

“Hey! I do it to let you know when it’s coming!”

“Yes sir,” you teased with a salute. “I appreciate your punctuality, sir!”

“Oh my god, you’re so cheeky.” He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. “I like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and then—oh shit, I did things backwards.”

You giggled. “I think I prefer it this way. I like you too. I’ve… liked you for a long time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because! I didn’t want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anyway…”

“Because you were masturbating to me?”

He had such a proud smile on his face.

“Whatever! Panty thief!”

“You left them there.”

“You should’ve told me!”

“I did!”

“After you had your fun! You are so—”

He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you.

“Awesome?” He smooched you again. And again. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Mmhmm. So… do you want to stay in my room tonight?”

“As long as you warm me up.”

“Oh, for sure. I’m great at that.”

“Because of experience or Reddit?”

There was his OJO face again. “Hey~!”

I truly hope you enjoyed the fic! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. :) Also I have an AO3 if you're more comfortable commenting there. Thanks!

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marvel-snape-writes · 2 years ago

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I Don’t Usually Do This.

Benedict x original female character

Smutty 18+

When Natasha wakes up in a fancy apartment with very vivid memories from the night before, she doesn't expect the morning to take such a smutty turn, but she is the one with the bombshell to tell...🫢

(Snippet below, link to full story in title above ♥️)

“How is your head this morning?” He asked, “I dread to think how much we had to drink last night. Would you like a paracetamol?”

“Have you anything stronger?” Natalie raised her eyebrows, gently grazing her nails against his neck.

“Uh, I’m not a chemist, but I believe I also have some ibuprofen?” Benedict spoke softly, shivering at the feeling of her nails as he leaned down to kiss her again.

“Stronger?” Natalie spoke against his lips.

“Whisky?” Benedict responded, inhaling shakily as she kissed him back.

“Stronger?” She added a little more pressure with her nails, working them soothingly against his skin as they kissed in between words.

“You can probably find the remanence of someone’s cocaine on the bottom of one of our shoes from last night…” He teased, chuckling when he felt her kiss him through a giggle.

“Stronger.” She continued to protest, her nails now at the nape of his neck.

“M–Mm…” Benedict felt his face beginning to flush from how much he was enjoying her taunting nails and placed a hand at either side of her head as their whirlwind of kisses began again, his words barely audible this time, “Wh–What do you suggest that’s stronger than that, hm?”

“These.” She whispered, moving her hands to his biceps as they tensed from holding himself up above her.

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mad-dogs-bg3 · 13 days ago

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Mad Dogs: Part Four

Part One: A Dead Man's Throne

Part Two: If It's All the Same to You

Part Three: I Tried Them All

Content warning: This is a sexually explicit series that includes violence and may contain other triggering content such as traumatic memories, murder, allusions to sexual assault, and consensual power exchange, along with other BDSM themes. Reader, beware of your triggers and limits.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.

!!Please proceed with caution!!

This chapter is quite a bit darker than the previous chapters. It deals with physical torture, self-harm, psychological torture, non-consensual sexual activity, forced sexual activity and is full of triggers for abuse. Please be aware of your limits and triggers before reading. It outlines one of Astarion's memories of his time with Cazador. It is dark. Beware.

Part Four

None of Them Answered

It wasn’t the cold that broke Astarion in the end. Not the searing pain. Not the empty, sick hunger gnawing at his insides. Not the chittering of the rats in the walls, painfully out of his reach. It was the loneliness. He was so far gone that he was starting to look forward to seeing Godey when he decided to stop in and torture him. The torture had become a comfort. This is something Cazador learned from his little experiment. Astarion hadn’t even seen Godey in a long time. Cazador had taken to bending his mind to perform torture on himself. From afar, of course, he was not one to slum it with his victims. But no matter how far away Cazador might be physically, he was always there in Astarion’s mind.

The kennels were cold and bare. There wasn’t even a straw pallet for comfort, just cold, dirty stone. At the beginning of his captivity, Astarion had scratched the days on the wall with a long, dirty nail. But when Cazador realized this, he began to play cruel jokes and dig around in Astarion’s mind so that the number always reverted to one lonely scratch. Astarion started to look forward to the days that the torture tools arrived.

He heard the clinking outside the door and scrambled to it.

“Godey?” He asked, not even bothering to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Don’t leave, Godey, please. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll scream so beautifully for you.”

Silence engulfed the room until the latch suddenly opened, and a tray of sharp, rusty tools was shoved through. The latch then slammed shut, the sound echoing for what felt like an eternity. Astarion sobbed, banging his head against the door in despair. He felt himself slipping into madness. All he wanted was for someone—anyone—to say something. It didn’t even have to be kind; he would welcome a barrage of insults over this unbearable silence. He was so isolated that he didn’t even have rats to talk to.

Astarion stared at the tray of tools for a long time. They were particularly nasty today. There were too many blades and sharp points. They were less rusty than usual, tools for precision rather than gore. He swallowed. It was like he had graduated to advanced torture. He waited for the feeling of being shunted to the back. Cazador liked to make him wait alone with the torture tools sometimes. But he always came into his mind and took over eventually. Astarion hated it. It made him nauseous. He remained in himself but became strictly a viewer. He saw everything and felt everything, but had no control. His body moved without his consent. He waited.

It felt like hours had passed and he was still in control. He dozed a little, mostly trying to relieve some of the anxiety. When he woke, the tools were still there, teasing him. It wasn’t like Cazador to forget something like this. Forget to feed him, sure. Forget he was here for months at a time? Absolutely. But Cazador never forgot a torture day. As soon as the tools were sent, it was a guarantee that Astarion got at least a tiny bit of Cazador’s twisted attention. He was starting to panic. Was he doing something wrong? Was he being punished?

It took Astarion a long time to figure it out. He was usually so smart. He was an excellent magistrate, top of his class in the university, though he supposed being imprisoned and starved and turned into a blood-sucking fiend would do that to one’s intelligence. Cazador wanted him to proceed without him. He wanted Astarion to prove he was broken. He wanted Astarion to torture himself with his own will. Astarion imagined that he heard laughter somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind.

“No,” Astarion muttered. “I will not do it.” He shook his head as if trying to convince himself. What if he did it well enough? What if Cazador was satisfied and let him out? The idea was tempting, but Astarion knew it must be some sort of cruel trick. His stomach hurt so badly. Could a vampire spawn die of starvation? Would Cazador leave him here forever? He couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down his cheeks. He knew he shouldn’t cry. He was losing resources he would need if he were left to starve here, but he couldn’t help it. If Cazador wanted broken, well here it was.

It took Astarion a very long time to pick up the scalpel. He stared at it. He paced around the cell. He banged his head on the wall. Once he did pick it up, it took him even longer to press the blade against his skin. He knew he had to make it good. He had to impress Casado enough that he would be satisfied. Unfortunately, Cazador's tastes were twisted. And Astarion was desperate enough to get out of this hell that he would play to that.

He pressed the scalpel to his stomach. It was difficult to cut himself. Far more difficult than he thought it would be. He had been through this so many times, watching from the backseat in his mind. It was easy—just a slice, then another and another. He took a deep breath, thought of freedom, and started slicing.

He thought it would get easier after the first cut, but it did not. He cut vertically across his body, a few inches below his navel. As starved as he was, he still had a lot of blood inside him, and watching it seep out was agonizing. He knew better than to try and drink it. Cazador wanted him to suffer. Once he had cut a straight line across his lower abdomen, he stopped; his hand was shaking too much to continue. He waited, hoping and praying that someone would come in and tell him to stop. That it was enough. That he was good and he would be rewarded.

He dropped to his knees in the puddle of blood on the floor and prayed. He had never been one for piety, even before his change. He had seen far too many horrible crimes pass across his desk as a magistrate to believe that the gods cared for the people of Faerun. The amount of crimes that people got away with because it was done in the name of one god or another sickened him. But desperate times. He would even take a hero at this point if the gods were busy. I mean, this is what an entire career of adventures lusted for, was it not? Saving innocents from vampire lords? He heard the distant laughter in his head again. Cazador was watching him after all.

Astarion prayed. He prayed to every god he could remember the name of. He prayed to the old pantheon and the new pantheon, and he didn’t stop after the Elven gods; he even prayed to the dwarven gods, the gnomish gods, and he prayed to Lolth and Gruumsh. He didn’t discriminate.

Surely one of them would answer. Isn’t that what all the songs and tales were about? Fearsome heroes, empowered by the gods, coming to save the wretched and the damned? He imagined a strong Paladin breaking down the cell door holding Cazador’s severed head, shining with the light of the divine. The laughter in his head was louder now.

He ignored it and prayed. Please. Please help me. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right.

He prayed to all the gods. And none of them answered.

Eventually, he stopped. The blood had dried up. He felt empty, like he was just a shell. He knew what had to be done. He couldn’t rely on the gods, the heroes, or anyone but himself. He would get himself out of this dungeon. He would find a way to move forward, to live with this new, horrible life.

He took up the scalpel once more. He reopened the almost-closed wound from earlier. He screamed and cried. He didn’t bother trying to be brave. If Cazador wanted him broken, here it was, at last. He wedged the knife between the tear and the muscle on his stomach and began to separate the layers of skin and fat from the muscle. Flaying was Cazador’s favorite torture method. If this didn’t satisfy him, Astarion wasn’t sure that anything would.

Astarion was no surgeon, no agent of torture. He had no idea what he was doing. His hand and the scalpel were slippery with blood, and he kept dropping it. Eventually, he couldn’t hold the scalpel anymore. He let it fall to the ground. He didn’t even hear it clatter against the stone. He wasn’t entirely sure he was still inside his body. He could feel the pain like all of his nerves were lit up, but it was like it was happening to someone else. He had a headache, and it was almost worse than the pain in his abdomen. The room swam, and his vision was blurry. There was no point in trying to continue with a tool.

He felt around in the slick gore and found the flap of skin he had managed to separate. It took a few tries to get a proper grip on it. He was lucky his fingernails had grown out during his captivity and were broken and jagged. He used them to grip the slippery flesh and pull. He screamed while he did it, but continued to pull it up and away from his body. The sound of his skin tearing was enough to make him want to puke. The pain was blinding. The laughter in his mind grew louder. It inspired him to keep pulling. Cazador was watching. He was pleased.

Astarion wasn’t sure exactly how much of his skin he had managed to separate before he heard the lock click. The sound reverberated through the room, like a release. He let go of the skin and collapsed on the ground. He started to fade out of consciousness, the pain, the shock, everything finally coming to a head. He was exhausted. His vision was blurry, but he could see Godey’s ugly skeletal face looking down at him. He heard Cazador, somewhere nearby.

“Clean him up. Deal with the wound, and send him to my chambers. He is ready.”

He felt Godey grab him under the shoulders, the bony fingers jabbing into him painfully. He was benign and dragged across the floor towards the door. Towards freedom. Well, towards something.

Astarion stood awkwardly in Cazador’s rooms. The grandiosity of the room was a stark contrast to the dungeon cell that had been his home for the last year. Everything was drowning in deep red velvet. Every surface was adorned by some object of leisure. The decadence was almost nauseating. The walls were hung with huge paintings depicting scenes of horror and torture. How cliche, Astarion thought and quenched it immediately. He had just escaped the cell. He was going to be good. On his best behavior. He was going to do anything, be anything, to prevent being tossed back in there.

He was clean and perfumed. Servants had stitched him and healed him. They scrubbed him raw, rubbed oils through his hair, and put perfume on his skin. He was dressed in an itchy doublet, far fancier than he had ever worn in his days as a magistrate. It was stiff and uncomfortable. The material grated against the stitches on his abdomen. He was healing fast, much faster than before he became a spawn. But he was weak and starving, so he needed stitches to keep his skin from rolling up.

Cazador stood before him, inspecting him, eyeing him like he was a chastened colt and not a thinking, breathing person. Cazador took his chin in his hand, tilting his face one way and then the other. He ran a finger down Astarion’s jawbone.

“A beautiful idiot,” Cazador said at last. “That’s why I picked you, you know? Why I sent the Gur after you... That bone structure. It’s to die for.” He chuckled at his little joke. “And all those laws you tried to pass, a real defender of the people, a paragon of justice... An idiot. If I hadn’t gotten to you, it would have been another patriar, another noble; one way or another, you would have been dead in that street. Aren’t you lucky I got to you first?”

Astarion swallowed. Cazador waited expectantly.

“Yes,” Astarion said at last, barely above a whisper. Cazador slapped him across the face.

“Y-yes, Master,” Astarion corrected himself.

“Good boy. Even idiots can learn.” He pointed to the floor, and Astarion kneeled so quickly that he almost fell over. Cazador laughed.

“You’ve proven your dedication to me already; I’ll give you a break. Besides, you need to learn how to do this properly.”

Astarion’s mind was assaulted by psychic power. He was shoved to the backseat, his control of his body slipping away. No, no, please, Astarion thought, unable to scream, not this, I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll do what you want. Cazador ignored him. Astarion could do nothing but watch as Cazador sat in a lush velvet armchair and freed his cock from his pants and forced Astarion to crawl to him. He was forced to watch as Cazador “taught” him how to please him. He felt his tongue move of its own accord, his mouth stretched, and his throat opened to take Cazador’s cock.

Astarion hated him so much. He also hated himself because he was paying attention to the lesson. He made note of the techniques that Cazador was forcing on him. He hated himself. But he hated being in the dungeon more. If this was the price of freedom, he would gladly pay it.

When Cazador was finished, he released him. Astarion fell back, the sudden return of control surprising him. He was going to wipe his mouth on his sleeve, but he knew Cazador would be displeased if he ruined such expensive fabric. Instead, he waited for a command, keeping his face neutral.

“Go hunt, boy. Find me a handsome one, take your time with him, really seduce him, and use the skills you just learned.” Cazador smirked. “It should be easy for you. If he satisfies me, I will consider letting you feed tonight.”

#astarion #astarion x durge #baldurs gate fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #durge #smut #mad dogs #body horror #horror

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moonsgemini · 2 months ago

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cherry wine - firefighter!rafe pt. 2

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summary: Rafe’s job gets in the way of your first date, but you’re not mad about it.

warnings: teacher!reader x firefighter!rafe, fluff, mutual pining, flirting, sexy rafe, SMUT, fingering, fem rec oral, fem!reader, inaccurate descriptions of firefighter duties, alcohol, cursing

an: I have no idea how a fire fighters schedule works so I made it up bc it’s fiction. oh & do we like the long fics?? oh & it’s my birthday yay to 24

part one

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The night at the bar Rafe made sure you were sober to drive. He had you drink lots of water and even ordered you a plate of fries. His mind wandering off when you would lick the salt off your fingers. He was gone for you from the start and he didn’t mind one bit.

After walking you to your car he asked for your number and promised to see you the next day. Leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and permanent butterflies. The whole drive home you belted out the lyrics to your favorite pop music, feeling like a high school girl with a crush.

Rafe drove him in silence with a grin on his face. When he got home and texted you that he had a great time and couldn’t wait to see you again that grin never vanished. It only widened when you replied reciprocating the same feelings.

The next day came and a couple hours before picking you up Rafe got called into the station. Instead of texting he called you wanting to make sure you knew he wasn’t flaking. You believed him of course. Yet you couldn’t help the natural feeling of disappointment that flowed through your bones.

That feeling was soothed when he texted you late that night that he had finally gotten back to the station. Along with that he sent a picture of the station dog Max on his lap. You couldn’t help the way your mouth watered at the sight of his veiny big hand that was resting in the golden retrievers fur. In return you sent back a picture of your steaming mug of tea and a horror movie playing on the tv in the back.

It sparked a conversation about movies which led to you and Rafe talking non stop the following week. Besides the times you were teaching and he was out training or helping people.

Rafe promised you a proper date that upcoming Friday. Making sure to let you know that he would do anything to make it work out this time. You reassured him it was okay if something came up again. That made his heart burst, it wasn’t often that someone was willing to work with his hectic schedule.

The outfit you had planned for the previous weekend still sat on your vanity chair waiting to be worn. And hopefully waiting to be taken off. You had finished your hair and makeup all done to perfection. As it neared closer to the time he was picking you up your anxiety spiked. He hadn’t called to reschedule so it was really happening.

Rafe had gotten worked up all week with the pictures you’d occasionally send of what you were doing. The one that really got him was when you had gotten out of the shower and sent him a picture of you in a fuzzy robe with wet hair and your skin glistening. Most likely due to a skincare routine you had mentioned to him.

Rafe thought you looked like a goddess, he wished he could have gotten down on his knees and untied that robe with his teeth before worshiping you. His kind had been in the gutter all week.

He was making sure this date was going to go perfect. He bought a bouquet of flowers from a street vendor and worn his best date outfit. As he rang the doorbell to your small cottage he started to get a bit nervous. He hadn’t put this much effort into a date since high school. Even then how much effort could a teenage boy put in. He didn’t actually remember the last time he went on a date.

Rafe’s runaway thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door. Standing in front of him in a short black skirt and black top. A jacket hanging over your arm and your glossy lips turning up into a smile. The boots you were accentuated your legs making them look even longer. Rafe wanted to lick every inch of you. Especially after the smell of your perfume hit him, he wanted to kiss your neck.

“Hi,” You said with a teasing tone.

He didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything, “You look beautiful.” He made it a point to look her up and down.

She laughed as heat creeped up her neck, “Thank you Rafe.”

He loved how you said his name, “These are for you.” He handed you the flowers.

“Come in while I put them in water,” You nodded towards the inside of the house, “They’re beautiful Rafe. You really do know how to treat me good.”

He closed the door behind him as you began filling a vase with water, “Oh this is nothing.”

“If there’s more than this I might start to like you a little too much,” You joked hoping the weight of those words don’t send him running. You didn’t mean to say something so forward so soon. Literally on the first date, but you decided to stick by your words. You didn’t want to hide that you liked him.

“Perfect, because I already like you a little too much.”

You froze with the kitchen towel in your hands as you dries them. As you looked at him his smile was sincere, no hint of teasing or lying. You finished drying your hands as you laughed softly. The crush you had on Rafe was growing by the minute.

“Ready?” You asked.

He nodded opening the front door for you. He even opened the passenger door of his truck for you. Of course you knew these were bare minimum things but you couldn’t help how giddy it made you feel. Especially when it was him doing it for you.

Everything couldn’t have been going more perfect. Rafe was almost grateful he had to postpone the date because in the week the two of you talked he learned a lot. With the knowledge of you he had he planned the perfect date.

He took you to a record shop that you hadn’t been to before. You had told him about your extensive collection you had started building in high school. He even remembered a few of the bands you liked when he came across them. Of course he insisted on buying you a couple which you repeatedly told him not to. Obviously he didn’t listen and bought you them.

Next door was the Italian restaurant Rafe had been raving about all week. Promising you it’d be the best pasta of your life.

But as you looked over the menu, a ghost of a grin hasn’t left your mouth all evening, his phone started ringing. Rafe took his phone out of his pocket beginning to apologize for not silencing it. He was going to ignore the call but the name across the screen had his brows furrowing in worry.

“Everything okay?”

He looked up briefly, “Uh yeah it’s my captain. I’m so sorry I need to answer this.” You nodded understanding as he gave you a regretful smile as he slid out the booth to take the call. You continued to look over the cocktail menu.

Rafe sighed as he sat down across from you again, “Everything okay?” You asked

He shook his head, “I hate to do this but I got called in. I wasn’t supposed to work today but there’s a hug pile up downtown where there’s a big concert and they need all the help they can get.”

You tried not to show the disappointment you felt because it was his job after all. Rafe could still see how your eyes lost a bit of their shine and your smile wasn’t as bright anymore. He really hated this. In his career so far he had never been called in so much. But now when he meets the hottest woman he’s ever seen work is taking over his life. He was not about to have you slip through his fingers.

“Oh yeah I understand. You can just drop m-“ You began saying before he interrupted.

“Come with me.”

“Huh?”

He shook his head with a laugh, “Not to the wreck to the station. Wait for me there.”

He didn’t even wait for you to reply because for one he needed to leave now or Captain Matthews would chew his head off. And two if you decided you didn’t want to and wanted nothing to do with him anymore he’s take you home, but the sound of your laugh as he pulled you through the restaurant was enough of an answer. Your hands stayed locked together until you got back into his truck.

The station wasn’t too far from where you already were so the drive was short. Rafe rushed out to open your door and grab your hand once again. As you trailed behind him you saw a few of the guys from career day and some new faces as they all stood by an engine in the garage. A couple were checking equipment and a few others were already getting on the truck.

“Sorry to interrupt your date but we need your help here Cameron,” An older guy said as the two of you approached. You assumed this was his captain.

You smiled, “Duty calls right?”

He laughed, “It sure does.”

“I’ll be right out,” Rafe said leading you into the station. He walked you into a room that was like a big living room with couches and a tv. Max was laying on the couch and when he saw Rafe he immediately got up and walked over to the pair.

“This is Max. Say hi Maxie bug,” He pet the dogs head who then sniffed your leg. You bent down petting his fluffy head.

“Hi Maxie.”

“Make yourself at home and feel free to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be back hopefully in a couple hours. If you get bored and uber home I won’t be offended I promise,” Rafe said placing a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, “Got it. Be safe and good luck.”

He leaned in with a grin and kissed your cheek gingerly. Even that small touch had your head spinning. You and Max watched as he jogged back outside and only a couple minutes later you heard the truck leave.

It had been almost two hours now and Rafe was still out. You had watched a fe episodes of your favorite sitcom and played with Max a bit. You even explored the station finding the kitchen and a few of the rooms used for sleeping where you stole a blanket from to lay over yourself on the couch. The only issue you were having was that you were starving.

Since you two had to leave dinner you hadn’t eaten since lunch and that meesley turkey sandwich was not cutting it.

That’s when you wandered into the kitchen and that habit of wanting to take care of people kicked in. You looked through to see what the guys had almost expecting to find the bare minimum. You were so wrong. The fridge and pantry were filled with groceries. You thought these guys must really eat a lot.

You started brain storming and decided on making lasagna and garlic bread. You figured they’d all be hungry when they got back and you were also starving. As the garlic bread finished in the oven and the lasagna cooled down you heard the rumbling of the fire truck. Perfect timing. You hoped you didn’t overstep but he did say make yourself at home. You even baked some chocolate chip cookie dough they had in the fridge. Even also tossing a salad to have on the side.

As Rafe opened the door that led to the station the smell of garlic bread and fresh baked cookies hit him. He thought he must be hallucinating until he walked into the kitchen and saw you getting plates out from the cupboard. A few of the guys walked in behind Rafe.

“Hey we’re back,” Rafe said stepping towards you, “Did you make dinner?”

You nodded a bit of embarrassment creeping up your spine, “Yeah hope you guys don’t mind. I was hungry and I figured you were too so I made food for you all.”

Josh stepped forward looking at the pan of lasagna, “Rafe keep her please, this looks amazing.”

“Seriously thank you this looks so good,” Captiain Matthews said as he stepped in.

“No problem please help yourselves,” You motioned towards the counter of food.

Rafe couldn’t look away from you. The way you stood so comfortably in the station kitchen talking to his coworkers. He walked closer towards you as the guys served themselves.

“You are just too sweet huh?” He teased.

“Well we missed our italian dinner so I made it myself,” You shrugged with a grin.

“That just means next time I’m cooking for you,” He said. The thought of there being a next time brough butterflies to your stomach.

“I’ll hold you to it,” You nodded.

Rafe grabbed a plate and began to serve you food. Handing over the plate before serving himself. All the guys thanked you as Rafe led you to the living room area. He also grabbed a bottle from one of the tall cabinets along with two glasses.

“Now I know this isn’t what I promised you but next time will be better,” He promised as he opened the bottle of wine.

“There’s no complaints from me about this date,” You shrugged, “Since when are you allowed to have alcohol in here?”

He smirked, “Well miss I’m technically off the clock again and this is from the christmas party we had a few months ago. Cherry wine?”

Your eyes lit up, “It’s like you know me already, I love cherry wine.”

After your stomachs were full of good food and a bit of wine that made your head feel a bit floaty you both settled on the couch. This was the best date you’d ever been on. Rafe was sweet and flirty never hiding his desire for you. Not even in a sexual way but in a way where he constantly asked questions about everything wanting to know more about you. He talked about his life as well which only made you like him more. Hearing about his troubled privileged childhood that led him to where he is now. It was admirable to hear him talk about it with no shame since it made him who he is.

As it got later Rafe drove you home. You were disappointed the night was ending but it was nearing one in the morning and you still had lesson plans to create.

He walked you up to your door with an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“I had a really great time with you tonight. I’m sorry again for the interruption.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it Rafe. I still had a great time.”

“The guys are going to want you around all the time now,” He laughed.

“Oops,” You shrugged with a smirk.

He stepped closer, “Be careful now I might get jealous.”

“Maybe I’ll keep going then,” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I know it’s late but uh do you want to come in?”

Rafe didn’t hesitate, “Yeah sure.”

You unlocked your door leading him in, “I can make you a cup of tea if you’d like or something else.” You asked as you set your things down on the entryway table.

“hmmm something else?” He asks as he steps closer to you.

You look through your cupboards, “I have tea, coffee, some random-“ your words caught in your throat as you turned around to look at him only to find Rafe behind you.

“That all sounds good but I think I want something sweet,” He said as he inched closer. Your hands rested behind you against the counter. Eyes wide with anticipation and curiosity as to what his next move would be.

“Like sweat tea?” You asked knowing exactly what he means but not wanting to jump to conclusions.

His smirk turned into a lopsided grin. He rubbed his hand over his mustache and shook his head stepping closer, “No that cherry wine was pretty sweet right?”

You nodded in agreement not taking your eyes off him.

“I think I want a bit more of that,” He was now practically caging you in against the counter. You felt like you were suffocating in him in the best way possible.

“Oh I don-“ He interrupted you by leaning forward and brushing his nose against yours. It shut you up immediately and then he broke the rest of the distance and pressed his lips to yours. You reciprocated moved your hands from the counter to pull at the blonde hair at the back of his head. His hands went to your hips pulling you closer to him then sliding up to your waist.

His thumbs going under your shirt the skin on skin contact made you shiver in the best way. Your mouths moved in sync as the kiss deepened.

Rafe could taste the sweetness but he wasn’t sure if it was the cherry wine or just you. He knew he was addicted to you now. He loved the way your hands felt in his hair and on his biceps and shoulders. He slotted his leg in between yours making you feel even closer to him. The small noises you were making made him sigh into the kiss.

He pulled away before kissing you a few more times and murmuring, “So sweet.”

You whined and tugged at his shirt to pull him back in. He smirked and gave you what you wanted. He’d give you anything you wanted.

This time you pulled away feeling a bit bold and the feeling of his thigh pressing against the place where you needed him the most helped you say, “You wanna see my room?”

He laughed softly kissing your nose, “You inviting me to your room?”

You scoffed a laugh, “Nooo I’m asking if you want to see my room. There’s a difference.”

“I’d love to see your room.” He said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully and shoved him. Grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway to your room. You turned on the lamp on your nightstand which illuminated the room with a soft glow. Rafe had decidedly that he loved seeing you in that light. You looked like a real like angel.

“So this is it,” You said motioning to your surroundings.

He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, “Oh I really like you sweetheart. Come here,” He motioned with his fingers for you to come closer. A motion that had your mind in the gutter.

“Why do you say that?” You question as you walk forward to where he stood at the end of your bed.

“Because you’re all cute and sweet like you didn’t almost make me come just by making out.”

“Rafe!” You said with a surprised laugh.

He shrugged, “What? It’s the truth.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck still feeling bold. There was something about how unabashedly he admitted his feelings towards you that had you feeling confident. It felt good to be wanted. It felt good to be wanted by Rafe.

“You’re ridiculous,” You said as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His eyes moving down to your still swollen lips.

“Mhmm,” He hummed and nodded. He leaned in just like he did earlier in the kitchen. Kissing the air out of your lungs. His hands moved all over you gripping and holding anything he could.

His hand slipped down your back and over your butt, giving a squeeze as he past it, down to the end of your skirt, His fingers trailed up the back of your thigh and up your skirt. Hands gripping your ass under your skirt. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips which allowed him more access into your mouth.

There was a small part of your brain that hadn’t quite turned off yet. Rafe’s lips began to trail down to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses that had you arching into him. The feeling of his mustache against your smooth skin had you shivering.That’s when that part of your brain decided to speak up.

“Oh Rafe,” You said breathily eyes fluttering shut, “are you sure, it’s late and don’t you have work?” Rafe groaned as he kissed the spot behind your ear. He couldn’t help but get more turned on at the sound of her caring about him, but work and sleep were far from his mind. Right now he just wanted to bury his head between your thighs and have you moaning and withering underneath him.

“Baby I could care less about that right now,” He walked you back until you were sat on the bed. The bed wasn’t very tall so when he stood in between your legs you had to look up at him. The way he towered over you had your flimsy underwear feeling soaked. You had never been so turned on by a man.

Rafe reached forward to cup your jaw. Thumb stroking your cheek gently. Now that part of your brain was completely silent. All you could think about was him.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled almost to himself.

A soft smile appeared on your face and he practically groaned again. Your doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent smile had his cock hardening even more if that’s possible. He bit his lip and watched as your eyes moved to his mouth. He knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and that made this all the more exciting.

He slowly trailed his thumb to his mouth, pulling at her bottom lip teasingly. Almost like a habit your mouth opened slightly. He took this as a sign to gently push it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it sucking and licking.

“Fuck,” He muttered as he felt your warm tongue. Where had you been all his life. He was never going to let you go. He pulled it out and leaned down kissing you again.

“You’re so hot,” He mumbled as he got on his knees in front of you. He removed your boots that you were still wearing and kissed up both legs. The intimacy of it all had your chest rising rapidly. The anticipation of just how good you know this man is going to treat you was enough to make your toes curl.

“I’ve been thinking about these thighs since I first picked you up,” He said as he kissed your inner thighs. He had placed your legs over his shoulders, hands gripping the outside of them. You sighed as your body ignited in pleasure.

You let out a small yelp as he pulled your center closer to his face causing you to fall back, “And fuuuck I’ve been thinking about pushing this little skirt up all night.” He hummed in appreciation as he pushed the black material up. Your feet now resting on the end of the bed. Your barely clothed pussy on display. Leaning back on your elbows you watched with hazy eyes as Rafe admired you.

He looked up at you through hooded eyes and a smirk, “Can I please taste you?” He knew you wouldn’t say no but he wanted to be a gentleman anyways.

“Please,” You whispered slightly bucking your hips up.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lace covered clit. The black lacy panties you had on barely doing anything to cover your slick cunt. He took a mental picture for the next time he was in the shower.

You moaned softly as he continued to kiss over panties, eventually pulling them to the side. He murmured curse words as he lifted his thumb to run through your folds. Gently slipping the tip of it inside you to gather your wetness. He trailed it up to your clot beginning to rub soft circles. The motion had your head falling back with a sigh.

Rafe turned his head and peppered kisses on your inner thigh. He pressed down a little harder as he watched you get wetter. After a few strokes he tentatively dipped his head down and licked your clit.

That was enough for him to know this is what he wanted to taste forever. He roughly pulled off the lacey matterial throwing it somewhere in the room.

He groaned as he fully dived in. Licking, sucking, and kissing just where you needed him to. He listened to your moans and soft whines to see what you liked the most. He was so painfully hard but he didn’t even care. Rafe just wanted you to come.

“Oh god Rafe,” You moaned as his tongue dipped into you. Your hands gripped his hair tugging when something felt extra good.

He moaned and the sound sent even more pleasure through you, “You taste so fucking good.”

“Rafe I’m close,” You panted, “you’re so good don’t stop please.”

He shook his head with his mouth still on you, “Never baby, you’re gonna have to pry me away from this pussy.”

The dirty words sending you even closer to the edge. You had never been talked to like this and you loved it. You liked how he ravaged you and actually paid attention to what you liked.

You felt his finger nudge your entrance before he slipped it in. Your walls tightening around his thick finger. You arched you back as he reached one hand up to press flat against your stomach to lay you down more. Then he added a second finger and you couldn’t help the cry that escaped your lips. It felt so good the way he moved them in and out. Fingers curled up hitting that spot you so desperately needed.

The lewd sounds of his fingers fucking you and his mouth on your clit filled the room. Along with your loud moans and his occasional groans. The roughness of his mustache felt so good on the sensitive bud.

“Rafey I’m-I’m gonna,”

“Mhmmm let go for me pretty girl,” He encouraged as his fingers moved faster and mouthed hungrily at your clit.

You became a shaking moaning mess as he continues his ministrations. Your orgasm taking over your body. His hand gripped your thigh roughly as he kept going until your high was over. Once your back was flar on the mattress he slowly pulled out and pressed one last kiss on your puffy clit.

He made his way up your body kissing your stomach over your shirt and then you exposed cleavage. He kissed you fully and you could feel his mustache damp with your arousal. You could also taste yourself on his tongue which had you moaning again. Rafe lifted you to be farther up the bed so he can comfortably lay on top.

“You taste so fucking good I already wanna do it again,” He said smirking as he pulled away.

You smiled in a daze, “You’re gonna be the death of me.” As you reached your hand down to the front of his pants. Your hand cupped him through the material and he groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Fuck I really really want to do more but I actually do have work in a couple hours,” He groaned. He wishes he could just call off and spend the whole night rolling around in bed with you.

You looked at him with slight disappointment but understanding, “You sure?”

He leaned down and bit your neck playfully, “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll be easily convinced.”

You giggled, “I understand Rafe.”

“I’m seeing you again though. I never lied about that. Especially after you let me have a taste of you,” He groaned dramatically, “So fucking delicious I’m addicted.”

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itachiiwrites · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female!reader

Content and Warnings: Drabble? MDNI, 18+ smut, This is so rushed oh my god, handjobs, cumplay, husband and wife, satoru being satoru, sub satoru, he's down bad, satoru has a thing for boobs..

Imagine the strongest who's a ruthless dirty dog to the curses and his enemies but he absolutely falls apart at your touch...yeah.

Giving Satoru a handjob after he came back from work was always a delight. Currently he's sprawled on the couch, his legs spread apart and his cock getting pumped at a leisurely pace. Deep, throaty moans and whimpers leave his mouth with whispers of your name like a writ. All this with an unwavering, doting eye contact.

It makes him lose his mind.

"Baby.. shit, kept thinking about this all day.." He reached out his hand to settle onto your tits, immediately to get slapped away, a petulant groan leaving his lips.

"Mean.. you're so mean to your hardworking husband.." He grinned consecutively after a pout, speaking in all the unseriousness, so characteristic of him, his voice laced with tease as his breathes start to race at you fisting his large cock, bubbling with pre.

"Shut up..this is what you get eating away my last dango.." You scolded, squeezing his dick a little too hard which made him shudder, but so turned on that his eyes almost rolled back to their sockets as he smiled lopsidedly. Shit. He was so hot.

"Come on..I missed my girls so much, lemme touch..let me cum on them, or else I'll die..please please please.." He whined dramatically, keeping up his antics even now. The man gropped onto your mounds almost frantically as he bucked his hips into your hand now jerking him off with more vigour.

You oblige to his request anyway, your considerateness going onto how maybe he just had a rough day even though there's a hint of exasperation on your face watching him vigorously move his hand up and down on his cock that was so dumb for you while you hold out your tits for him on your knees, both pressed together in a cleavage.

"Fuck..yeah..keep holding them like that, wifey.." In a string of deep moans and whimpers, he finally cums, painting your breasts with his sticky, ropey cum, some of it splashing onto your chin and neck.

"You're so hot when you're mad.." He grins like an idiot, tipping your chin up to look into your eyes adorningly and you couldn't help yourself from feeling your cheeks heat up at his boyish charm. At this point, his cock had a mind of his own, a low groan leaving his lips as he watched his seed tricking onto your pert nipples, getting impossibily hard.

"You need to return the favour now.." You sulked, even though you didn't mind being the giver. You were just playing pretend mad because you were liking your husband's seamless attention.

"With pleasure!" He exclaimed, picking you up and putting you on the couch, getting on his knees without a second thought, as if this was this final thing he'd do on earth. He spreads your legs, drinking in your pussy like his last meal and he wouldn't stop until you fist his hair and forcefully push him away. ♡

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