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"I'm not in middle school anymore I'm actually a year out of middle school and married so HA" is not the flex you think it is man
#shay speaks#also im not single or a drug user if we're talking about wild assumptions i'd love to know where you got either of those from#i have a girlfriend and barely drink alcohol and have never done anything harder than that ever#i cant even stand the smell of weed#also. i have an irrational fear of using zippo lighters i couldnt light it up even if i wanted to#and anon. anon. you will be 22 before you realize it and you better come to terms with that#it will sneak up on you quickly! and it is still considered Quite Young#i'm the youngest person at my workplace most of my coworkers are 30+ and like. they are just fine man#i make one joke about being 22 and some slight back pain and suddenly i'm 85????#idk why im saying this one of my coworkers is 80+ and still going strong#living the life man!#dont make me break out the code name verity quote.#oh how i desperately want to grow old
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bambi
in which spencer reid and fem!reader fuck like they missed each other (because they always do) and he teases her for her shaky legs
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom spencer, piv sex (riding, a first for nereidprinc3ss) /oral f receiving (in that order) mentions of him accidentally grabbing her hips too hard, slight somno SORT OF like he starts going down on her while sheâs sleepy and then she kind of goes in and out but its all consensual, sorry haters i fucking love sleepy sex and I always will, teasing, lots of praise, fluffy, established relationship, he loves her badddd, aftercare, literally nothing bad happens no angst for once they just are having sex cause they are in love which is arguably the most superior kind of sex! a/n: I donât think Iâve ever written smut that is so wham bam thank you maâam like really we just get RIGHT into it!! also no gif no pics we r going old nereidprinc3ss on this one I hope you loveeee!!!
You roll over onto Spencer and kiss once, long and deep and sweet. He hums into it, too whipped to pretend like heâs got self control or respect, hands finding the soft skin of your bare waist and settling there.Â
How it got to this point so quickly, no more than fifteen minutes after he walked through the door, you canât say. Usually the two of you are a bit more domestic when he gets home from a case, but eight days is a long time to be apart, and the trail of clothing leading from the welcome mat to the foot of the bed attests to that.Â
So does the lack of teasing, of beggingâat least, a lack up until this point. Right now, thereâs only him, patient and content to let you play at being in charge. You pull back and reach down to grab him gently, aligning him at your entrance with a trembling hand. This part, youâre not usually responsible for.Â
He assures you with a hand to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. âYou got it. Slowly.â
You do as he says, brow furrowing in focus as you sink down an inch or two onto him. Spencerâs breathing grows erratic as you take more and more of him, and in a heroic display of overachieving, you take the rest of him at once with nothing but a squeak. He laughs breathily as his fingers dig into your hips.Â
âFuckâI said slow.â
You canât think. The overwhelm of it all is too much as you crumple forward onto his chest. The subtle rocking youâre doing to try and alleviate some of the pressure in your core is apparently too much as he stops you by the hips, fingers pressing into those same tender spots.
Spencerâs breath is ragged. âDonâtâŠÂ do not move.â
âFuck,â you breathe into his shoulder, long and drawn out as despite his wishes you wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. âOh my god.â
âMy lovely girl, please⊠please donât move,â Spencer gasps, a plead, and you try to stop for him, nuzzling even deeper against his neck. âI need a minute.â
âItâs too much,â you slur, dizzy as you try to adjust to the feeling. âPlease.â You donât know what youâre asking for. Maybe relief from the sensation that he canât offer you. Maybe more.Â
Spencer is undone by youâthe way you writhe on top of him, the way your voice shakes, the way youâre so totally and completely overwhelmed and he can feel it and he loves it.Â
âBaby,â he breathes, and he meant to say a lot more than that, but itâs the best he can manage when he is this overstimulated. âBaby,â he whispers again, wrapping his arms around you in an effort to ground you, to give you something else to focus on as you both get used to the feeling.Â
Itâs going wellâfor a moment, before your back is arching.Â
âSpence, I need to move, I canâtââ
âOkay, okay.â He takes a deep breath, returning his hands to your waist and mentally preparing himself not to cum early. Heâs desperate to give you want you want, to feel you like this. âGo ahead. Move, honey. Please.â
By the time you slowly lift your hips up and drop back down with a low cry, Spencerâs lost. His head falls back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut.Â
âFuck,â he groans. âOh, angel, I missed you.â
You do it again, motivated by his praise, and he can hear your little gasps and desperate gulps of air.Â
âI missed you so much,â you whine and clench around him, pleasure so intense itâs a resounding ache in the far reaches of your body. âOh, fuck, Spencer.â
Spencer shivers. He loves when you make it personal, when you say his name like that and it becomes clear this isnât just about the physical.
âMy girl. Just like that. Doing so well, baby, just like that.â
Each pass of your hips has you whining. Your lips skim over his neck, not cognizant enough to actually kissâonly to know that you want the contact.Â
âPlease can I go faster?â
Spencer almost doesnât realize youâre speaking to him heâs so lost in pleasure. The idea of faster is as compelling as it is troublesome. Spencer doesnât know if he canât take faster, not when he has you like this, but he certainly wants to find out.Â
âYeah, lovely. Do whatever feels good.â
You readjust and begin to pick up the pace, stumbling over a few false starts as itâs clearly more sensation than youâd been prepared for.Â
Spencer, on the other hand, has his eyes screwed shut tight, and is attempting to draw a two-dimensional CsĂĄszĂĄr polyhedron on your back, but he loses his place with every twitch of your hips, so eventually he decides to trace imperfect Mandelbrots down your spineâanything to avoid thinking about how the pH of your body interacts with sweet vanilla perfume to create a scent so deeply intoxicating heâd leave his entire life behind just to trail after it, or how you fucking feel against him, on top of him, around him, how miraculous it is that you keep letting him touch youâ
âOhââ you whine quietly, a strangled sort of noise that has his heart skipping. Your hand tangles desperately in his hair as you rock your hips faster and faster and he lets out a tortured groan. âSpencer, oh my fucking god.â
âI know, baby,â he manages, endeared by the fact that you feel so good you have to share it with him. Even now youâre trying to explain it because you want him to be part of itâas if he doesnât know exactly what youâre feeling already. âThat feels good, huh?â
âMmâfâeelsââ you cut yourself off with a cry into the crook of his neck, and he holds the back of your head, vision greying as he stares unseeing at the ceiling because if he looks down thisâll be over too soon.Â
âYouâre so good,â he breathes, âyouâre perfect.âHe hears you gasp at the same time as your rhythm falters, and presses a kiss somewhere indiscriminately on your head. âGonna cum?â He murmurs in your ear, and you nod desperately, rutting against him hopelessly as your thighs tremble from exertion.Â
Even the smallest drop-off in friction has his head spinning like he stood up too quickly, so he gives himself enough leverage to start fucking you. You cry out and shift your weight like youâre going to try and evade the feelingâself-sabotage, you always do thisâand he again has to hold your hips in an iron vice, just to force you to feel it.Â
âYouâre okay, Iâm gonna get you there.â
âFuck!â You very nearly yell, still trying to wriggle away up until the very last second like the tide going out before the tsunami comes. When you do cum, your demeanor instantly changesâyou get heavy and clingy and whiny as you rock back and forth through your orgasm.Â
âGood girl,â Spencer murmurs, being careful in the way he continues to fuck you until he reaches his peak as well, not long after. You shudder, and Spencer feels the way your entire body tenses the way it sometimes does after a particularly strong orgasm, and he fights his way out of the brain fog to rub your back with the skimming tips of his fingers. âShh. Youâre okay. Relax, baby.â
And you do, unwound by the dance of his hand and with a few shallow breaths that gradually deepen, until youâre once more slack on top of him.Â
âYouâre incredible,â he exhales, with his lips pressed to your hairline.Â
So clearly overwhelmed, the only response you can muster is a soft squeak. Spencer laughs fondly, still mapping the soft curve of your back. He feels the way youâre still attempting to train your breathing and kisses your hair again. âWhat do you need, angel?â
âIâm sâposed to be taking care of you,â you slur. Spencer chuckles again and his brow knits.Â
âAccording to who?â
âAccording to⊠I was on topâŠâ
âYeah. You did all the hard stuff. Your legs are shaking.â
You whine softly. âNo theyâre not.â
His hand slides down to your thigh, and he rubs the trembling muscles.Â
âNo? No Bambi legs for me this time?â
You squeeze them around his waist like you could shrink away from his touch. âSpenceâŠâ
âIâm teasing you, honey,â he murmurs, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. âYouâre cute.â
âHm.â
âLook at me,â he murmurs, angling his head expectantly as you slowly raise yours. The look on your face is so sweetâeyes half lidded, lips swollen and much higher in color than usual. Your cheek is warm to the touch. His heart flutters like it did on your first date, and the first time he kissed you, and the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder. This view will never get old. âWow. Look at you, beautiful girl. Can I have a kiss?â
And you grant him his wish, with a long, soft kiss thatâs worth every second of that burning feeling in his lungs, every time.Â
Eventually you huff out the remainder of your air against his well-kissed lips and your head flops to his chest.Â
âIâm sleepy.â
âSo go to sleep,â he murmurs, so warm from your kiss he feels nothing could be wrong in the world at this moment.Â
âI canât.â
âWhyâs that?â
ââCause you just got home ând I missed you and I wanna spend time with you.â
âWe have three days to spend together. If you go to sleep now, weâll actually get more time together tomorrow.â
âBut itâs more about, like, how it feelsâhow much time it feels like we spend together right when you get home, and if I go to sleep now, itâs gonna feel like less time, andâbasically youâre just not understanding my math.â
âWhat math?â He laughs, continuing to rub your legs all the way up to your hips, at which point you hiss and buckâa very visceral feeling when heâs still inside of you. âWhat? What hurts?â
âYou tried to fucking tear my hip flexors from my body, is what hurts,â you grumble.Â
âTender?â
âMhm.â
âIâm really sorry, angel. Tylenol?â
âMm-mm. Can you kiss me better?â Sleep stains your voice. Spencer smiles to himself.Â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âLie down.â
Again you whine as you slip off of him, landing heavily on your back. He sits up, watches with so much affection the way you squeeze your thighs together and arch ever so slightly against the empty feeling.Â
âSpencer?â You whisper as he cups the top of your knees.Â
âHm?â
âI love you.â
He pushes your legs apart gently so he can settle in between them and kisses you again. âI love you. So much.â
âGlad weâre on the same page.â
He presses a kiss to your head, down your neck, taking the scenic route to your hip bones, but you donât seem to mind.Â
The feeling of his lips gentle on the tender flesh has you humming softly, eyes fluttering shut as he showers you with gentle kisses. His traces every place his fingers had pressed earlierâfeels the way you relax further underneath him. Nobodyâs ever let him in this deeply before, but you trust him with everything you have; your body, your soul, in life or death, awake and in sleep. Heâll never take that for granted. He will never pass on an opportunity like this, to be the one who takes care of you, who puts you back together, as long as youâll let him.Â
Still dancing the line of consciousness, you part your legs, the slow drag of your bare thigh like a jumper cable to his heart. Fingertips trace desirous paths up your inner thigh and back down again. He recognizes this invitation for what it is, and he knows exactly how to give you what you want, but he asks first anyway.Â
âWas that on purpose?â
âI dâknow what you mean. Iâm so sleepy,â you slur, and he believes the second half of your statement to be fact.Â
Spencer pushes your thigh a little higher, and youâre completely pliable for him, completely gorgeous. As soon as he skims your thigh with a barely-there kiss, exactly the way you like, youâre lacing a hand in his hair.Â
âPlease, SpenceâŠâ you murmur, and he canât argue with that. He especially canât argue when you widen your legs just that slightest bit more, and your arousal is opalescent between your legs.Â
He hums, trailing more kisses up until heâs setting the softest one yet against your clit. âBeautiful girlâŠâ
The following gasp is so tiny he couldâve missed it if he wasnât so attuned to your noisesâand then he gets lost in you, making sure to keep his ministrations light as you already came twice recently and are sure to be sensitive. He doesnât want to wake you from whatever twilight half-slumber trance youâre in, either, sensing that if he does youâll fight all over again to stay up.
And admittedly, he adores being trusted to take care of you like this.
Your back arches as much as youâre capable of in this state, and he canât help the way he just barely suctions onto you at that moment, coaxing a sighing moan so sweet and vulnerable and open it gives him chills. Fuck. He really wants to make you cum. But instead he practices patience, tracing you with the tip of his tongue, pressing gentle kisses everywhere you need themâhe draws it out. For he doesnât know how long.Â
The first time you get close, your hips begin to roll, and you spout little ahâs, but he talks you back down again, laughing lightly at your angelic cooing, your little sounds of sleepy pleasure. Even now youâre so responsive, moving against his mouth as he slips a finger into your soaked entrance, fucks you for a moment, and then retreats. Maybe heâs being unfair, but you donât seem to mind.Â
In fact, youâre slipping in and out of sleep as he devours you for what feels like hours, one hand pressed lovingly to your stomach, stroking the soft skin there. Spencerâs never had this long to explore you with his mouth and he takes full advantage of every moment, but he keeps all his kisses and licks and touches gentle and reverent and so loving.Â
You donât know how long itâs been, or how many times heâs made you cum when he finally retreatsâyou half-wake just as heâs finishing cleaning you up. Soon he tosses the towel aside and presses feather-light kisses to each of your cheeks, tear-stained and warm with pleasure. You feel completely drained and completely loved.Â
âHi, sleeping beauty,â he murmurs, climbing into bed with you, at some point having gotten dressed.Â
You manage an embarrassed little laugh. More tears crawl down your cheeks as you roll to your side. Spencer brushes them away and pulls you into him, slinging your thigh over his waist. He chuckles.Â
âShaky?â
âStop,â you whine, embarrassed by his teasing, and hide your face against his chest. âThatâs not my fault.â
âItâs nobodyâs fault. Itâs sweet,â he insists as he rubs your back. And then, a moment later, âSoâdo you think weâve spent enough time together for tonight?â
âNo.â
He sighs good-naturedly.Â
âYouâre gonna wear me out, you know that?â
ââF you⊠canât handle the heatâŠÂ get outta the kitchen.â
When he next speaks you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âGo to sleep, Bambi. Letâs see if you can walk in the morning.â
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â SAVE A HORSE, MILK A . . DEMON ?! â
᥎êȘ« sum. who wouldâve known the king of curses can lactate? not you and certainly not him. this is dire, he needs help but more importantly - he needs you.
warnings. fem! reader, heian era, vırgin sukuna, pĂčssy drunk sukuna, established relationship, unprotected, lĂĄctation (sukuna), we literally milk him, squırting, nıpple play, brÄeding, brief Ćral (f! receiving), premature ejac, overstim, praise.
wc. 5.7k
an. elaborating more on here. need him so bad
âyou, câmere,â you pause dead in your tracks, feeling a bit special that the sukuna ryomen, your worthy king was seeking out for you. his voice was loud, it rang through the walls of his kingly chambers before huffing out a single breath. he rests on his throne - bawled fist smushing into the edge of his cheek and he grumbles. âquickly, woman. close the door behind you.â
without replying, you do as youâre told. closing the old wooden doors, they shut with a bang. the demonâs eye twitches and he does a quick scan around his domain â empty, good. âare you okay, my lord?â you break the silence with glossed eyes, gazing how his body language was more awkward than normal. he lets out a blow, flushed face growing heated the second your mouth opens. crimson red eyes peer into you and his hair was a bit more ruffled - sukunaâs kimono was halfway on and he looked like he was burning up.
âwhat do you think?â he snarls, and he rolls his eyes before staring at the ground. âtch, anyways. i . . require your pathetic aid, brat. i donât ask for anything butââ
âjust tell me whatâs wrong.â
with a abrupt scoff, he yanks off the silky woven fabric of his kimono - callused fingertips brushing against the material. your eyes ogle at the sight heâs showing you, his exposed body. youâve seen him shirtless countless of times but this time, it was different. the second your eyes rover toward his swollen perky nipples, you see it. pearly remnants of white droplets seep from him and you hold back a sheepish snort.
âoh,â and youâre stunned, hearing him groan. although it didnât sound like an irritated groan as usualâit sounded more pleasurable. sukuna buries his sharp fingertips into his thigh before you inch closer, softening your voice. âmy lord. are you . . lactating?â
thereâs a long pauseâhis chest huffs and his pink cheeks puff out. the more you laid your eyes on him, the more embarrassed he became.
the air surrounding the both of you suddenly felt hot, and with one of his hands, he tightens his grip against his throneâs armrest. âno, i donât even know what this is,â he gruffs, and his breath hitches once you come closer to fully examine him. your eyes skim down every part of his body. with his kimono hanging onto him by a thread, itâs almost falling off his body. you gaze at his perfectly sculptured body. his musclesâyou could stare all day if you really wanted. people would kill to be this close to the king, and yet here you were. his pecs seemed a bit tender from appearance and his entire body was sheeny, covered with a shiny coat of sweat. his ancient tattoo markings that paint his skinâthey were glowing a bit too, glowing an almost crystalline color. âtch. stop starinâ at it. itâs creepinâ me out.â
âsorry,â you hum, but you donât lose sight at all. you couldnât. averting your eyes back toward the problem, as you spokeâeach nipple was leaking with creamy substance. âum, so how long has this been happening, my lord?â
sukuna slumps back against his throne in exhaustion. heâs breaking an entire cold sweat and his mind was in a literal euphoric daze.
his entire body feels like itâs sweltering with heat, itâs purely indescribable. but it feels good.
it takes him a good seven seconds before he finally murmurs out a hoarse reply. âugh, it maybe started about a hour ago,â and he pauses, gnawing down on his bottom lip. you watch and you couldnât lieâseeing him like this, so vulnerable and desperateâit did something to you. youâre so used to a ruthless cold-hearted king, itâs like this current sukuna was an entire different person, an imposter. briefly, ruby-red eyes meet back toward you. âjust make it stop. please.â
âwhatââ you murmur, and your wrist was gently pulled upon. you donât pull away from his grasp and he leads your hand closer toward his chest. his entire abdomen, it was so warm. sukuna was burning up, and now that your fingertips were brushing up and down against his skin, he was even hotter.
âdonât say anything, woman,â he curses, shame tremoring underneath his husky tone.
sukuna ryĆmen was embarrassed, and his awkward body language was a dead giveaway.
the past hour was absolute hell for him, ironic considering. you can hear him panting between broken sentences before he lightly squeezes your wrist. âtouch me. i think physical touch might h- help,â he grunts a stammer, back pressing into his steel made throne. âi read somewhere that you might ease my um . . issue if you touch me.â
âyou mean ease your lactating?â you tease, taking the opportunity to get right on his lap. at the second you do, his breath hitches. the audacity, your legs wrap around his slim torso before meeting his glossed gaze.
sukuna grimaces. âdonât call it that, brat,â sucking his teeth in annoyance, he rests back against his kingly seat, eyeing you cautiously. a few of his arms grab ahold of your waist, pulling you closer. his pecs tense up at the proximity of bodies closing the remaining distance. his nipples were even more swollen by this point, and you couldnât help but stareâgawk at the uncanny sight right in front of you. âbut yeah. just do something.â
with the demon right underneath you, you felt him shiver once you scoot up against his lap. tresses of pink spiked hair were unkempt, sticking to his forehead as heâs just bathing in his own sweat. this entire situation had him hot, but your touch was only going to make it so much worse. he swallows the circular lump that forms in his throat only to then grow quiet as he watched you lower your head toward his chiseled pecs.
heâs so toned, you spot a few prodding veins roam down each of his four armsâperfectly coating his body along with his scars and ancient notorious marks. sukunaâs entire body was a canvas that you didnât mind exploring. his entire body was painted either markings, you just wanted to see more of him.
the inside of his royal chambers was quiet, deadly quiet.
so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
âmay i?â you murmur, using the padded print of your thumb to gingerly smear the dripping substance that leaks from his nipple. the way it poured out of him so effortlessly, it was so lewd.
you knew judging from his changing breath patterns that his pecs were where he was most sensitive. it wasnât exactly rocket science.
although itâs the heian eraâmost would have took sukuna as a king whoâs had his fair share of women. he has, but never anything intimate. he was secretly sensitive and shy, and furthermore, even touch alone was enough to get him off. with you though, he never minded your touch. it was his favorite.
âhmph. do your w- worst,â the demon grumbles, trying to have a bit of attitude but itâs clear heâs already wrapped around your pretty little finger.
he called you out of all his other servants and concubines for a reason. to him, he didnât see you as either role, but rather just a human.
his human, maybe even his favorite.
at his bellowing comply, you bring your lips closer toward his chest. with hooded eyesâhe ogles at the sight, his throne occasionally creaking at the moving pounds of weight thatâs creating pressure.
as your head goes further into him, you do the least thing heâd expect. you latch your lips against his right nipple. sukuna lets off a throaty gasp, feeling your warm welcoming lips cling onto his pec with such ease.
âugh, brat,â he groans, burying a few darkened nails into his left knee. it was tameâit was tame until your tongue decided to feature itself in, flicking slowly against his leaking nipple. you moan, fluttering your lashes shut as you savor the creamy taste that trickles its way into your mouth. âfuck, i said touch not s- suck.â and he finds himself pulling you closer, using a hand to cradle the back of your head. heâs never felt such a feeling. his pec was positioned right in your mouth and it felt so good.
you lean into his touch, sliding your twitching tongue in different directions purposely just to feel him squirm.
one of his arms drags you tighter, wrapping around your torso as you occupy your mouth.
the taste was sweet, itâs as if this entire thing was some sort of fantasy. of courseâyou had lots of questions, for startersâsince when can demons lactate? rephrase that, since when can sukuna ryĆmen lactate? but you were more of the âdo first ask laterâ type considering you were too busy to even ponder more of the thought.
sukuna bites his lip, feeling a strain in his boxers as he hears the occasional pops and slurrrrps of your mouth. ây- youâre fuckinâ nasty,â he huffs, but his voice cracks, butchering his once intimidating delivery entirely.
nasty but he didnât want you to stop,
nasty but he felt himself getting hard the more you grind against his lap,
nasty but heâs holding back his needy bratty moans by biting his fangs down on his tongue.
sukuna purses his arched pink brows together into a frustrated furrow as his head tosses itself back. within seconds, you taste more of the candied flavor â itâs almost got a bit of a bittersweet honey taste to it. it sprinkles onto your sensitive taste buds and your eyes squeeze a bit, moving your head against each of his pecs to give them both equal amounts of attention. the demonâs nipples were even more red and swollen now, glimmering with your saliva dribbling from the centers. âhah, f- fuck,â he breathes, still maintaining a grip on the back of your head. you sit up to collect breaths yourself, licking your stained lips before he stares at you. his eyelids lower and heâs already whipped. âiâ oh fuck.â
you raise a brow, opening your mouth to speak before you suddenly pause.
sukuna was quiet, too quiet.
with his kimono still half on, heâs practically shirtless. toned chiseled pecs stare at you right in the eye before you feel the heavy print of his dick directly underneath your shorts.
âmy lord,â you sheepishly rub your neck, fingertips skimming against the few hairs that stand. thereâs a certain wet spot thatâs damp on the fabric of his lower clothing. your words were smooth, he could listen to you speak all day. with a smug smile curling against the corners of your lips, you throw your arms over his broad shoulders. âdid you just . . cum?â
ânonsense,â sukuna denies you right away, the cutest grump of a pout stretching against his lips.
but, oh he did.
and it was a tough pill to swallow. sukuna, the sukuna whoâs often known as his righteous title of being the king of curses, feared upon many, had just came. not only that, but he came from you sucking on his nipples. he came from the little problem he was currently having. out of all the enemies heâs beatenâthis had to be the toughest one. he didnât know how to deal with it nor did he know how to defeat it. the weakness was him.
and yet, thatâs why he called you.
the feeling of your warm rotund lips attached to his nipples, he already missed it. itâs been seconds since you pried your mouth away and he missed it so bad. the way you sucked against his tender skin, your hot breaths fanning into his skin, making him even more hot.
sukuna was having withdrawals of you and your tongue slowly lapping up the excess âmilkâ that dribbled out of each nipple.
this was crazy,
this is crazy.
heâs a demon for crying out loudâheâs never heard of demons doing such things. lactation. what even is lactation? sukuna knows such an activity was for women, not him.
but here he was, weak and panting like a dog, all for more of your beloved touch.
sukunaâs lying back, staring at you with docile blown irisesâheâs at his worst, clammy hands never leaving the sides of your waist.
âfine. i . . came,â he murmurs in defeat, taking every spare second to gasp for air.
heâs drowning in sweat, probably drowning in his own heat too. with a pout continuing to compress across his lips, his voice lowers. but once you prepare to sit up, he lightly grabs your wrist. âfuck, donât go yet,â he utters, knowing you did your part successfully in helping him. he hated how he was suddenly so weak, so dependent, so . . . submissive.
after all, you did help ease him a bitâ although he was still begging for more.
it was as if some sort of sorcery spell was casted on him. this was a curse, yeah it had to be.
to sukuna, it couldnât have been a more reasonable explanation. you peer at him as he speaks and heâs trying to find the exact right words without embarrassing himself. thereâs a scowl that continues to marinate agaunst facial features before he sighs. âi- thereâs somethinâ else,â he admits, hanging his head down in ignominy. heâs annoyed, sukuna groans at the words that were hanging onto his teethâtrying desperately not to slip them out but he canât take it anymore.
he wants you.
he needs you.
âsince you helped with my . . situation, itâs made me a little umâfamished.â
you gulp, barely catching on to what he was implyingâyet with a blink of an eye, you then find yourself arched over the arm of sukunaâs throne.
âiâm so fuckinâ starved,â he grunts, using a hand to caress the bare skin of your exposed flesh. serrated fingertips lightly graze against you as he feels everywhere thatâs presented to him. the palm of his hand feels all up and down your curves, taking in your gorgeous physiques. he wanted to touch you. sukuna was horrible at expressing his feelingsâyet he found himself humping his pillow at the thought of you. he didnât know how to voice how bad he wanted you, but now that this moment was finally here, he couldnât waste anymore time.
youâre so pretty, especially in such a erotic position. it seems as though a wave of clouded lust wafts in the air. sukuna tugs on the hem of your shorts, so needy to get a taste. he was dehydratedâbut not for water.
âplease,â a husky low voice pleads, groans and groans scratching out of his throat. you decide to tease him, wriggling your ass in the air right in front of his face before he hisses. âtsk. such a brat.â
âgo âhead.â you mumble, clinging onto the edge of the throne for support.
your positioning was a bit awkward but you made it work. you bury your head into your arms before he shiftsâsitting up to prop himself right against you from behind.
sukuna wastes no time, dragging your shorts to your knees before scoffing at your laced panties. so soaked, his tongue eagerly licks against his lips as if it was natural animal instinct.
you werenât just soaked, you were sopping.
he saw the dampened fabric and couldnât help but lean inâplacing his tongue right against the wet spot that formed. ângh,â he purrs, and you feel the texture of his forked tongue tickle against your protected clit. you moan, biting back on your incoming words and growls before he gives your sloppy entrance a chaste kiss. âgod, w- whatâs wrong with me. i feel so hot.â
pathetically, heâs stammering out a bunch of words as he slowly laps his tongue against your sobbing cunt. sukuna grumbles in exasperation at how your panties got in the way of his âmealâ but literally forgot he had to actually pry take them off of you.
he was lazy though â so instead, he easily pulls them to the side to get a better and wetter view.
âso sloppy,â he snickers, admiring the way youâre dribbling with slick. itâs so ethereal, nothing like heâs ever seen before. a translucent tint colors down your drooling folds and you gasp once he starts to suck against your pussy. almost immediately, you throb right in his mouth and he feels the greeting pulse. âmhhâstay still, let me eat p-please.â
sukuna sounds so desperateâyou donât think youâve ever heard your king beg.
he wasnât begging for forgiveness, to cleanse sins, nothing of the sort. but alas, instead, he was just begging for pussy.
your pussy.
he couldnât help it, especially when you tasted so good. your flavor was something he severely dreamt of devouring.
you might have just been his favorite for a reason. sukuna groans as his tongue maneuvers in multiple directions near your clit until he slurps vigorously against your tender labia. âfuck, m- my lord,â you whine, the stickiness between your thighs soaking more onto your skin.
you were dripping like a faucet, and it doesnât take that long before his entire chin gets coated with your syrupy arousal.
itâs to no oneâs surprise really, and he doesnât even mind. heâs honored, lapping it up with his tongue before blowing his warm breath against your spiraling convulsing cunt. your breath continues to hitch and hitch as he dives his deeper. the button tip of his nose swipes back ân forth against your folds and you whimper.
heâs slurping you clean, through and through. sukunaâs got two wide hands to spread your ass apart more, delving his long pink tongue back and forth between your puffed entranceâyou whimper out his regal title of his name and it falls off your tongue in such a sweet way every time. ây- your tongueâs so long, fuck. right there, donât stoppp.â
but tasting you wasnât enough - he wanted more.
strings of your webby slick entangle with his saliva as he suddenly departs his lips away. heâs gasping for air, swiping a tongue near your puckering hole before spitting right on it. a hand feels against your twitching cunt before he spanks it â his palm now coated with your slick.
you were sopping wet, and with how you just spurt on his hand, he wanted to make you wet even more.
itâs slow,
he watches with hooded eyes as your soddened entrance gets soaked and even more drenched. all from his hands and tongue. you could only imagine what he actually felt like from the inside.
âmore,â was all he could moan out, and his pecs started to feel tender again.
his body was so strangeâthereâs a weird sensation thatâs tingling in every part of him but it feels good.
you pout once he abruptly stops eating you out, only for him to flip you over. facing him and back on his lap, youâre met with the hungry eyes of a demon who wants more than just a taste.
he wants you.
with the help of his arms, he positions you upright on his lap again. youâre straddling himâbut the difference was that you didnât have any shorts on from before. âi- i want you to ride me, woman. can you do that?â and you can hear the faint plead in his voiceâhe looks desperate, he was breaking more sweats as each second passes.
âyeah,â you hum, cupping his face.
the demon surprisingly leans into his touch. the warmth of your palms made his heart stir into mush. a hand of his reaches down to play with the string of your panties that was shoved to the side but with quick reflexesâyou grab his wrist. ânuh uh,â and he scowls, watching as you use your other hand to spring out his achy cock. âno touching just yet.â
he bares a fang at you. the nerve, if it was anyone else itâd be off with their head in an instant. but to sukuna, he found your teasing behavior to be quite . . cute.
of course, heâd rather perish than admit that thought to your face. just like how he secretly fantasizes about you butâ he wants to keep at least some pride, even if itâs just a little.
âkeh, youâre getting cocky, brat. remember your place,â he grouses, pink brows tugging amongst each other. his pout never left him and it only made him more adorable. sukunaâs eyes flicker down at your hand thatâs now wrapped around his length. he swallows thickly, a breath of fresh air leaving from his full lungs. âhurry up. donât got all daââ
âyou talk too much,â you press your palm over his mouth, silencing the remaining of his sentence.
youâre met with a stone cold glareâbut his vexed gaze gradually turns into a look of desired pleasure once youâre aligning yourself on his leaky tip.
his lips were so close to your palm - out of nowhere, you then feel his tongue lick against your hand. you refrain from giggling before feeling his angered tip slowly start to insert its way inside. the stretch, heâs so thick that your mouth drops open and you moan. heâs finally going insideâitâs better than he thought it would be. youâre so hot inside and itâs got his head spinning. gnawing on the skin of your lip, you let off a soft shaky whine. âfuck, youâre so big.â
he shakes his head, making you loosen your grip against his mouth before he boasts loudly. âheh, of course iâm big. you wouldnât last a second with both of my cocks. iâd break you in halâ shit.â
heâs cut off by the rudeness of your cunt. you sink down on him and his tip poked a certain area inside of you that scratches your brain.
you bite back an incoming moan as your swollen cunt constricts around his length invitingly. his tip blushes insideâyou reel into him, an attempt to steady yourself before already gasping for air.
the girthy stretch was immaculate, the base of his cock was tannish and already preparing itself to be milked. sukuna had a bit of a hooked curve. you felt it and you felt the stretch.
it was purely appetizing, almost drool worthy. just a few seconds in and he was already rearranging your insides. as youâre trying to start up a pace, you donât know why but the thought of taking both of sukunaâs cocks made you a lot more wetter than you thought it would.
heâs mentioned it at least once or twice and you knew for a fact he probably would break you. thereâs no probably, he really would. the demon was twice your sizeâalas anything was possible.
you lean in for a kiss and he instantly responds by returning the gesture. you taste so flavorsome and sweet - his tongue swirls against the lip gloss that paints on your mouth before he groans.
with lips moving in syncing tavern, you start to rock your hips a bit quicker.
the creaking of his throne gets louder until itâs just echoing, bouncing off the ancient walls of his chambers.
your cunt was just being ravaged by his hefty size, heâs just so big that you could barely even keep up your hips at first. sukunaâs handsâall of his hands roam over your body, clinging onto your hips and even a few feel near your chest. he gives your breasts a soft squeeze, a few thumbs toying with your perky nipples that poke out through the wooly-made blouse you were.
âf- fuuuck,â he swears between hot kisses, clawing a hand at your back.
as you rode him, his heartbeat starts to accelerate. you were a menace, rutting clashing hips gave him whiplash as the minutes pass. you were coating him in a mess of your own. sappy strings of your juices form into a saturated web with his own colorless mess that resides near his thickset base. youâre being so stretched. you cup his face once more whilst tongues fight and fight for dominance and tango together.
above himâyouâre just a puddled mess.
sukuna couldnât keep his hands off you no matter how hard he tried.
strained inhales escape out of him while he breaks away from kisses every few seconds. you were addicting - addictive.
his velvet red lips were all swollen and pursed up from your kisses and heâs desperately yearning for more of your syrupy forbidden taste. you were sweet, but your pulsating cunt was even sweeter.
with a quick piston of his hips, you felt your body jolt up. âhngh,â you gasp, wrapping your arms around his broad neck once more. from the neck down, his entire body was lathered with perspiration. sukuna was already feral, his hair was a mess and his fangs stuck out from his lips as he lies back. he hits every part of you so good, every single spot.
youâre struck in awe at how well his cock carves its way through your insides so perfectly, so thoroughly. it knows exactly where to go, never once missing the crevices of your pussy. despite having little to no experienceâyou could say he was definitely a quick learner. sukunaâs cock french kisses against your g-spot a plethora of times, creating a sloppy trail of them to send every part of your body butterflies. â âm getting close, âkuna.â
âtsk. itâs still âmy lordâ to you,â he corrects.
yet even though heâs trying to keep his cold façade - heâs failing miserably. sukunaâs bottom lip quivers as he cups your chin, hearing the filthy weeping squelches of your cunt grow louder. with each thrust, it gets more blaring to his ears and he groans at the tenderness heâs constantly feeling. âbut âm gettinâ close too. so f- fuckinâ close.â
you hear how his voice shakes â his irises, theyâre dilating from how youâre intently staring back.
but oh, heâs whipped.
a pair of hands grip onto your waist tightly, encouraging you to create more haste with your movements. your body swerves in swift arcs, feeling the sudden lock occur in your knees thatâs buried into his thighs. heâs hitting you deep and heâs hitting you raw. you blabber out a few whimpers before slumping into his chest.
âfuck, fuck,â you sob out, reaching a hand down to spread two fingers against your pearled clit. you were throbbing, a sheath of your arousal then starts to cover his entire length the more you bounce. your folds were weeping as you grinded further against him. but as youâre chasing your incoming high, you lean in toward his pecs, taking one of his sensitive nipples into your mouth again.
and sukuna does the one thing you never thought heâd ever do.
he whimpers.
it sounds so pretty - so harmonic.
itâs like it happens on randomâout of nowhere, he starts to lactate again. the familiar taste from earlier cascades down on your tongue and you suck a bit harder, moaning against his sensitive skin.
the jittery vibrations of your noises makes him groan, awkwardly ruffling your hair. âhah, g- good girl. milk me, thatâs it. jusâ like that, keep going.â
and your hips slow down a bit so you can get a good angle. as you come to a brief stop, your body acclimates against him, but even stillâyou had a lot to get used to, especially with how well he stretched you out.
itâs pouring out a lot now, a bit of it starts to dribble down your chin and he just watches.
his cock twitches at the sight and you feel it from the inside. both bodies move rhythmically against each other and it feels like momentarily bliss.
your hand still has itself occupied between your thighs, playing with yourself to quicken your release.
it was right there, right at the tip of your tongue. sukuna moves a few strands of hair out of your face as you sucked against each pec. as he silently watches, if you squint you could see heart eyes forming in his pupils.
his nipples had so many nerves - so many nerves that he felt.
âgod,â he curses, his thigh starting to bounce. you both were close, so so close.
sukuna feels his body temperature grow hotter the more your tongue whisks against each tender nub. it spills down the crevices of your lips. again, heâs just thinking how such a thing was even possible. you were so unapologetically messy too, he used a thumb to swipe the milky dripping substance away from the fissures of your plump lips.
you moaned, the stimulation of your cunt adequately sucking him dry continuously making you more and more aroused.
leisurely, an unpredictable wave of electricity prepares itself as youâre rutting into him on constant repeat. your unsteady rhythm had his jaw locked and he could barely utter out any final words at the moment because your pussy had him so utterly drunk.
the epitome of pussy drunk,
you finish first and itâs like you were shooting actual blanks.
your mind goes dimwitted as youâre gushing all over his cock, covering him in your obscene filth. âfuck, fuck,â you whimper out in a whine of individual babbles and doing so, your hips pick up again its recent speed. just for a moment. he groans at the skin against skin contact, throwing his head back and his adamâs apple bobs. itâs such a sight, you throbbed right between your legs.
sukuna crudely spanks your ass, his palm leaving a temporary sting before he squeezes it, admiring the precious recoil.
it takes you a second to realize youâre squirting. you were already dumb, but once youâre finally succumbing to pleasure, your mouth opens. âoh my goddd.â you elongate your moans, dragging out your sweet melodic words. your walls were preparing to wring him dry. from the insideâthey cling onto him tight like velcro, you were attached and there was no pulling you off.
as you moan out your final vehement whines, you go back to sucking on his tender nipples and now . . . it was his turn.
âyâ jusâ squirt all over me ân ya still havenât had enough,â he whews, his cock repeatedly and rigorously punctuating each single thrust. thereâs a ringing in his ears, itâs loud and deafening. sukunaâs eyes grow droopy at the mere feeling and repetitive sounds of skin slap slap slapping every few seconds.
â âm gonna cumââ and he pauses, gingerly pulling your head up so you can face him directly. your hips start to slow down again but itâs still got somewhat of a fair pace. with his bottom lip poking out, heâs still pouting visibly. âoi, brat. i- i can finish inside, huh? wanna fill you up. âm burninâ up, fuck.â
you give him a nod, savoring his frosted taste thatâs still remaining to drizzle onto your tongue.âmhm,â and as youâre still very much sensitive yourself, you slowly jerk back and forth despite how your pace wasnât as fast as it was before.
âfuck, âm gonna give you so much,â he grunts, dewy lips mashing together as he spoke. he was so full and yet he had so much to give. sukuna feels himself grow inside you from each pump, heâs so thick that youâre just wholly tongue-tied.
the muscles in his abs tense and tighten before he grabs the fat of your ass with a single bare hand. âshit shit, take it all. take it all please.â
and at his feeble pulse, the moment finally comes where he shoots inside.
sukuna collapses back into his throne, bringing an arm hand toward himself to cover a broad hand over his face.
he grunts lowly into his palm and its sexy, his posture was so lazy and yet he was still so pent up. your limbs were just as limp as his, weak and defeated. a decent load of cum oozes into you raw and you gasp whilst his perky nipple was still in your mouth.
coincidentally enough, as heâs cummingâhe ends up lactating at the same time too. more of his creamy substance pours onto your tongue while heâs pumping you full of satiny fresh ropes of sultry hot cum. itâs carnal.
you moan, losing yourself in such pungent nirvana as his taste suddenly turns sweeter.
sukuna was milked out entirely. heâs squeezing against your ass even tighter as heâs dumping such massive loads into your needy cunt. it was goopyâstrings and strings of his cum tangle with your slick juices and you only imagined what it looked like up close. your hips moderately slow all the way until youâre just barely grinding against him now.
panting, you find yourself tracing the outline of his ancient tattoo markings with the tip of your finger.
your touch, by this point he was gonna cum again.
itâs a lot. actually, saying it was a lot was a bit of an understatement.
you donât register how much heâs flooded into your pussy until you finally pry your mouth away from his chest, looking down at the impure sight.
so much, your entrance was filled to the very brim with such a nice amount, sweltering from the outside of your folds.
âyouâre really sensitive,â you breathe, numbing thighs of your own gluing together against him. you didnât want to move because it would spill out but it did anyway. a few wads of creamy ropes dribble down your swollen slit and you watch, scrapping a bit of it up with your thumb. âmmm,â you coo out, shoving and smearing the sticky strands of filth back inside. you felt so full, you donât think youâve ever felt more stuffed. the base of his cock was gummed with your slick along with a concoction of his own miry mess.
as youâre still trying to recollect breaths, you plant a kiss near the corner of his lips, watching it twitch at your touch. âmy lord, you did so good. i didnât think youâd cum from just getting milked.â
âs- sukuna,â he whines out his name as a form of correction. doing so, you lean into his touch once he cups your chin for the nth time.
his hold on you was always gentleâheâs got the most neediest look in his eyes, longing for you to continue to âaidâ him of his problem.
you worn him outâ not only that but you milked him for all he was worth and yet he was still cumming.
âjusâ call me sukuna,â and your heart flutters at the sudden privilege. youâre still straddling him, keeping his cock warm before he leans in for a kiss.
you thought it was a kiss but instead, he inches his face toward your chin before lolling out his long forked tongue, licking the remaining excess milk that was running down your chin from earlier. âcall me sukuna, mistress . . please.â
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â emergency contact
itâs been two years since youâve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didnât plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.
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Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⯠that was the only thing you remember from the lastâŠfour hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.
Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?
âDoctor, sheâs waking up,â you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. âHi hon, youâre in the hospital. Weâre taking you to your room now, hang tight.â
All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.
When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.
"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."
"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"
"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."
The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⯠your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."
You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"
His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."
What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?
"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."
He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.
"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."
Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.
"But why did you answer their call, BakuâŻ" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"
"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."
You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.
"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⯠soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."
"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."
"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."
Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.
Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."
You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."
He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."
Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.
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IDIOTS IN LOVE
Steve Rogers x F! Reader
incl. Natasha, Wanda, Bucky and Tony
Summary: Being in love with Steve Rogers isnât easy with all the dates Natasha sets him up with. One day youâve had enough and ask her to set you up, something youâve never let her before â and a certain blonde isnât too pleased.
Warnings: Angst to fluff! Jealous! Steve and Jealous! Reader. Misunderstandings. Two blind idiots in love with each other. 4.3k words.
âOkay, Iâm off to bed,â You said through a yawn and got up from the chair youâd been sitting in for the past hours, drinking and chatting with Natasha and Wanda.
Natasha took a sip from her glass, before asking, âSee you in the morning for our run?â
âCount me in,â You nodded and walked towards the exit, your head facing Natasha, âGoodnight ladies.â The second you faced away, something tall crashed into you, making you trip on your own feet.
âWoah careful, doll!â A familiar voice said, as a hand grabbed you by your waist to steady you, âAre you okay, angel?â
âSteve! Oh- Thanks!â You felt a bit embarrassed as he was still holding onto you, his blue eyes looking down at you with what seemed like concern. His face was close, so very close, and his lips-
âSteve youâre back!â Natasha cheered from behind you, interrupting the moment, âHow was your date?â
You immediately felt your heart drop at her question. Steve had been on a date. Again. You took a step away from the super soldier, looking down as he shifted his attention to Natasha, âIt was good.â
You snuck out of the room in the blink of an eye, not wanting to hear about yet another one of Steves âgoodâ dates that never lead to a second one. Couldnât he just choose one of the girls and make it official? That way you had no reason to hold onto the hope that he just might, someday, reciprocate your feelings.
You didnât see the disappointment in Steveâs face when you suddenly disappeared out of sight.
You woke up in the morning with a burning headache. Partly because of the wine last night, but mostly because of Steve keeping you awake for hours. You always stayed to hear how his dates went, but it was always the same: âIt was good, but there wonât be a second one, Iâm afraid. Better luck next time Nat.â
Though what if it was different this time? What if he finally found the one? Your thoughts and feeling of regret were interrupted by a harsh knocking on your bedroom door.You knew it was Natasha and got out of bed. The floor felt extra cold this morning.
âIâll be down in five!â You yelled trough the door and went to get dressed for your run. After swallowing some painkillers for your headache, you left your room to meet the redhead, desperately in need to get some fresh air.
You and Natasha jogged from the Avengers compound and ended up in the nearest park. As you felt the morning sun warming your skin, you felt a little relief lift off your shoulders. You needed this.
The two of you sat down at a bench, kind of like creeps, observing the civilians enjoying their own morning.
A dolled-up lady was walking her dog, or more like, the dog was walking her. You shared a laugh with Natasha at the sight. Your eyes followed her movements, watching as she passed a little girl blowing soap-bubbles. The little one let her tongue out to taste the bubbles, only for her nose to scrunch up in disgust.
âCute.â Natasha commented from beside you. You smiled and let your eyes wander along with the bubbles flying away, which popped right next to an older couple holding hands. âAww, look at them!â You commented.
The husband of the old couple, smacked his ladyâs butt, growing a mischievous grin on his face. âNow, thatâs cute.â Natasha commented this time.
âI know! Old people are the cutest.â
âI can only partly agree with you there. Buck and Steve are quite the old men,â Natasha laughed, âWouldnât call them cute.â
You chuckled lightly as your eyes left the old couple. To you, Steve was so much more than cute. He was the kindest, most caring man youâd ever met. He always listened to your small and bigger problems. He was always willing to drop everything to help you out. He was always by your side whenever you got hurt on a mission. You had no doubt he cared for you, and yet⊠he still went on all those dates like you werenât even an option. He made you feel so special and loved, and you werenât even each otherâs. Oh, how lucky the one who wins his heart would be.
âY/N? Earth to--â
âOh, sorry!â You snapped out of your thoughts at Natasha trying to get your attention.
She gave you a concerned look as she spoke, âAre you okay? You seem down.â
âItâs just my head, it really hurts.â You excused, wiping away a tear you hadnât noticed before.
âIâm sorry. Should we walk back? We can take it slow.â Natasha asked and got up from the bench, lending you a hand.
You accepted her hand and cracked a small smile, âThank you kind lady.â
Once you started walking back towards the compound, a familiar figure caught your eye. Steve, with a girl beside him, was walking in your direction.
âWould you look at that! Steveâs on a second date,â Natasha cheered at the sight of Steve and Sharon Carter coming closer, âHe said yesterday they wouldnât go on a date again.â
Natasha was clearly trying to share her excitement with you, but all you felt was a knot tightening in your stomach. You liked Sharon, you really did, but of course she, a Carter, Â would be the one to finally win Steveâs heart.
Natasha was waving at the pair, just to make sure they saw the two of you. The jealousy in your body didnât help much with the headache, making you feel sick, âNat, Iâm just gonna go, okay?â
You werenât in the mood to stand around and wait for Steve to arrive with his new love interest, you didnât even bother to give Natasha a smile, âYou can wait for them if you want. Iâd like to have some alone time anyways.â
Natasha wasnât sure how to react, starting to feel like it wasnât just a headache bothering you, âYou sure?â
âYeah, Iâll see you later.â You left without taking another look back, leaving Natasha to start worry about you.
You didnât see Steveâs expression go from excitement to concern as he watched you leave Natasha behind.
Back at the compound, you fall down onto your bed, soft sobs rocking your body. Youâre tired of loving a man youâll never have. You have his friendship, but your heart is still not satisfied. Now that Steve has found a beautiful woman like Sharon, maybe you can finally try to move on.
You roll onto your back, looking at the ceiling as your tears dry out. What are you going to do?
Then, it hits you. Natasha.
Just a soft knock on the door and a hug later, the redhead asks what she can do to make you feel better. You let out a sigh and ask away, âCould you help me, maybe⊠find a date?â
Natasha wasnât sure she heard you correctly, but when you nodded, her face lit up in excitement, âOf course! It would be my absolute pleasure!â She didnât even ask why you wanted a date all of a sudden, she was just happy youâd finally give her matchmaking a chance. Â
âOh my god! I have so many guys in mind. They would all be so lucky to have you Y/N. I have to pick one worth your time though!â
You chuckled as you listened to Natasha ramble on about who to pick for you, a feeling of excitement growing in your stomach. You were finally ready to give someone new a chance.
As the moon shone through your window, you thought about what tomorrow would bring. Natasha had already picked out a date whom youâd meet tomorrow night.
Busy in thought, you suddenly felt your stomach growl. Slipping out of bed, you put on a pair of slippers and wandered out your door towards the kitchen. Truth be told, you had been avoiding going around the compound in fear of meeting Steve, which also meant skipping dinner.
You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal and let your thoughts wander back to your upcoming date. What dress would you wear? Maybe the blue one? No. What about the white, the one you knew Steve loved so much?
âHey.â
The sudden sound of a voice made you jump in your seat. As you choked on your cereal, you felt a hand patting your back.
âIâm sorry for scaring you. Are you okay, angel?â
You looked up to find Steve looking down at you. Damnit. You managed to embarrass  yourself in front of him again.
âIâm fine, thanks.â Your voice sounded hesitant, your eyes going back to your cereal. You listened as Steve made himself a cup of tea behind you, not a single word shared. You felt awkward.
You hoped he would just make his damn tea and leave - but of course not. The man sat down, right beside you, half facing you as he took a sip.
âSoâŠâ Steve began, and you felt yourself wanting to disappear. You were in the mindset of moving on a few minutes ago, but here he sat, the man you were so in love with, alone, giving you all of his attention. âHowâre you doing? We havenât talked much since, well, yesterday.â
Steveâs voice sounded hesitant, and you knew, that he knew, that something was up. The two of you hung out every single day, so not talking for 24 hours was unusual.
âI, uh⊠Iâm okay. Iâve been a bit tired lately, thatâs all.â You lied, and you didnât sound very convincing either.
âNat told me about your headache earlier today, at the park-â
âYeah, Iâm fine.â You interrupted him, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You really didnât want to talk about it. Especially not think about the sight of Steve walking alongside his new girl.
You hear Steve let out a sigh at your answer. You were hoping heâd let it go, though you knew Steve too well. The blonde put down his cup and turned his body fully towards you this time, âY/N,â His voice sounded serious, âI know somethingâs up, more than just a headache, and it worries me. So, please, what is going on? Did I do something?â
You didnât know you had it in you to be angry with Steve Rogers, but when you felt your blood boil, there was no going back. You jumped out of your chair and looked at him with rage in your eyes, âWhy do you care, huh?â
You saw the immediate hurt in Steveâs eyes, his expression shocked at your sudden outburst. You didnât care though, âItâs been a fucking day, and youâre worried about me because I havenât talked to you yet? You havenât even been home! The last time I saw you, quoting Natasha, you were on a second date with Sharon! Shouldnât you be with her now anyways?â
âY/N-â Â
âNo! Why the fuck do you sit here and talk to me like Iâm the only thing you care about, like it matters how Iâm doing? It doesnât make any sense! Youâve always been like this, yet Iâm just a friend sitting around while you go out and fuck all the girls Natasha find for you!â Your breath is heavy, tears threaten to spill from your eyes,
Steve was reaching out a hand to you but retracted it as tears streamed down your cheeks. You pointed a finger at the man, your teeth gritted together as you spoke, âAnd lastly, I am under no obligation to tell you anything about my feelings! So please, stop treating me like Iâm your fucking girlfriend!â
Without taking another look at him, you spun around and left the room. As you disappeared out of sight, you ran down the hallway to escape into your room, not wanting Steve to follow. It was when you shut your bedroom door, you realised what you just did.
You yelled at Steve, for the first time ever. Worst of all, he hadnât done anything to deserve it. That night, never ending sobs were rocking you to sleep.
As you stormed out of the kitchen, you didnât see the look of heartbreak in Steveâs eyes. They carried more worry than before, confusion and a load of regret as he started to catch on to what was going on with you. It was all a misunderstanding, and he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
Getting ready for your date was supposed to be fun and exciting, but after you yelled at Steve last night, nothing seemed to cheer you up.
You regretted every single word you yelled at him. He came to check up on you, but all he got in return was your anger. Though maybe it was for the best, now he had no reason to care about you anymore. You were an asshole. The thought hurt like hell, but you chose to use it as an excuse to ease your feelings.
You dressed up in a white beautiful dress, paired with a pair of white heels. It was Steveâs favourite outfit of yours â he had told you so with words, but his eyes when he looked you, oh, they said so much more. That's were you got the nickname angel from.
It was time to give the outfit a new association, perhaps, the first outfit you wore out with your new potential love interest?
As you walked down the compound hallway to leave, familiar voices came from the kitchen. You knew snooping was wrong, but you couldnât help listening as it was Steve talking. Â
âIâve been a fool Buck,â Steve sighed, âWhat am I gonna do?â
âItâs all a big misunderstanding, right? Just tell her everything and Iâm sure sheâll understand. Y/N always understands.â
âYeah, tell her Iâve been going on a new date every week for the past year so that I can forget about her?â Steve groaned, âIt sounds awful.â
It did sound awful. He really wanted to get rid of you huh? You didnât understand why but his words hurt. â-so that I can forget about her.â
You sniffled and was ready to sneak past them, not wanting to hear anymore, but of course, both men noticed your presence. Stupid super hearing.
âY/N?â Steve asked and walked a little closer to where you were standing, âWow, angel, you look-â Steve gave you the same look as he always did when you dressed up. He looked at you in awe, which you usually loved, but now, you hated it.
âPrincess, you look beautiful!â Bucky commented and walked over to kiss the top of your head, âWhere are you headed off to?â
âOh, I-â You looked at Steve, then shifted your attention back to Bucky, giving him a shy smile, âIâm going on a date.â
The words felt relieving to get out in front of Steve. Now he would know not to treat you like a girlfriend, since you were trying to see someone else, right?
âOh, really?â Bucky sounded surprised, but you ignored it, âHave uh-â You noticed as Bucky gave a quick look at Steve, before plastering on a big smile, âHave a nice one then! Canât wait to hear about it!â
âThanks Buck,â You smiled, âI gotta go.â Â
As you rushed out of the room, you didnât see Steve clenching his jaw and fists. He was irritated at himself for letting it come to this. The feeling of jealusy made him feel sick.
It was an hour into the date, and you were actually enjoying your time. The guy Natasha had set you up with was an agent you had met before during some mission, Christopher. He was cute and had such golden retriever energy - he made you genuinely smile for the first time that day. Apparently he had been smitten with you for a while now, and to no surprise, Natasha knew.
As time passed by, it was time to head home. Both of you had work in the morning anyways. Cristopher followed you all the way back to the Avengers Compound, giving you a kiss on the cheek, âThank you for giving me a chance Y/N. I had a really wonderful time. Will I see you again?â
Busy with your date, you didnât see Steve standing nearby, observing the whole thing. He was tense, saddened and growing more and more jealous as he watched you laugh with the other guy.
Steve had come out to get some fresh air, to clear his head, but was interrupted by your arrival. You looked so beautiful, and the sound of your sweet laughter made his knees weak. Oh, how he wished he was the one who caused it.
The morning after your date with Cristopher, you felt the best you had in the last few days. You hummed as you entered the kitchen, the smell of something delicious hitting your nose, âOh, whatâs that smell? Itâs amazing.â
ââI made pancakes, so I hope youâre hungry!â Bucky cheered and handed you a plate. You accepted it gladly and sat down at the table next to Natasha and Wanda to your left, and Tony to your right.
âHey girl, you seem happy. Iâm guessing the date was a success?â Natasha asked as she took a bite of her breakfast.
âYou finally went on a date with Steve? Rhodes owe me money-â Tony started at the information.
You almost chocked on your first bite of the pancake. Why would he even think that? Didnât he know Steve was dating Sharon?
âNo, Tones, wrong,â Natasha corrected him, âShe went with that guy Cristopher. Remember that agent who wouldnât shut up about her?â
âOh yeah! The guy who was blabbering about Y/N almost as much as Steve does!â
Steve was blabbering on about you? Â Â Â
âAnyways, tell us how it went? Whenâs the next date?â Wanda asked, eager to know.
You chuckled a little nervously, âWell, you see--â You stopped talking as soon as Steve entered the kitchen, shocked to see his fallen shoulders and saddened eyes.
You observed as he grabbed a plate of pankakes, before heading over to the counter to make his morning tea. It was weird not hearing a good morning, or getting greeted with his soft smile. You had no idea what was bothering him, and it killed you inside.
"Y/N? You were saying?" Natasha questioned, as you had left them all hanging.
Your eyes didn't leave Steve's figure, even though he was facing away, "It uh... The date was good."
You watched Steve's whole posture tense as you spoke. Oh, how much you wanted to ask if he was okay. You just didn't feel like you had the right to. The last time you spoke, you were yelling at his face.
"Come on! Give us the details!" Tony pushed.
You shook your head, suddenly not wanting to bother Steve with details of your date. You plasteted on a forced smirk, "You'll have to wait and see if we weet again."
"No come on!"
As Steve was facing away, you couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. You couln't see the absolute heartbreak on his face from the thought of having lost you. He really felt like he had lost the most important person in his life - and you didn't even know he saw you as such.
Over the past few days, you hadn't shared a single word with Steve, and it was starting to drive you crazy. You didnât even face each other while in the same room - it was a good thing you hadn't shared a mission yet.
All you wanted was for Steve to be happy, and to be his friend again, so with that, you decided it was time to apologize for your behaviour â even if he wouldnât forgive you for being such an ass, you knew it was the right thing to do.
Your palms felt sweaty, and your mouth all dried out as you stepped outside his room, âOkay⊠here goes nothing.â You knocked on the door, feeling your heart thump rapidly against your chest.
When he didnât answer you knocked twice, then again and again. Giving up, you asked Tonyâs A.I. for help, âFRIDAY, whereâs Steve?â
âIn the gym maâam.â
You let out a sigh, âIs he⊠okay?â
âFrom what I can tell, he seems distressed and angry.â
You felt a knot in your stomach. It was 8 pm, and Steve never worked out in the gym that late unless he was upset, âFuck⊠Thanks FRIDAY.â
Earlier that day, Steve had been walking past the door to your room at least five times, with the intention to make up. Though the super solider was way too nervous to bother you and chickened out. It was killing him not having your company every day. He missed you. So, with his emotions changing from heartbreak to anger, and the heavy regret from not telling you the truth and let your relationship come to this, he escaped to the gym.
You entered the gym and carefully closed the door behind you. It took you seconds to see Steve by the six destroyed punching bags on the floor, the seventh about to face the same faith.
Steveâs back was tense, and you could see the anger he was feeling in every punch. You felt the knot in your stomach from before tightening, your palms even more sweaty. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to him; it was time to face the music.
Speaking of music, before you knew it your ears were singing a high-pitched tone, your head hurt and your whole back was facing the cold floor beneath you.
âOh my god!â Steve rushed to your side, worry in his voice, âAre you okay? Iâm so sorry Angel!â
You blinked a few times before looking up at the concerned man above you. Putting a hand to your head, you groaned out due to the pain. Releasing deep breath, you let Steve help you up, âI guess I deserved that.â
You had been so smart to come up behind the Captain and stand in front of the punching bag. Because of Steveâs quick and hard punches, he failed to notice you in time, and punced the bag into you, sending you flying to the floor.
âSeriously, are you okay, doll?â
The concern in Steveâs voice made you forget why you came her in the first place. You only nodded and let him lead you to sit down on a bench. He didnât let go of your hand as you both sat down.
Steve let out a shaky breath. It was clear it had scared him when he saw you flying in the air, and it was all his fault too. You could see the guilt on his face. He still cared so damn much.
You had enough of Steve feeling so down because of you, he didnât deserve a second of it, âSteve Iâm okay. Iâm the idiot for creeping up on you like that⊠Also, I kinda deserved it after how shitty Iâve been treating you.â
âWhat are you talking about?â There was confusion in the Captainâs eyes.
âJust⊠let me talk.â Suddenly you had the courage to just get it out. You took hold of both his hands and looked deeply into his blue eyes, âIâm so sorry Steve. Iâve been an absolute asshole towards you.â
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but closed it as you shook your head, âLet me continue. Youâre my best friend and I have so much love for you. Youâve been nothing but good to me, and I was yelling at you for it. Thinking about how good you treat me, your friend, I can only imagine how good you treat Sharon. Sheâs very lucky and I wish you guys the best.â
Your gaze fell from Steve and down into your lap, âI⊠Iâve been jealous. With all those dates youâve been on⊠Why couldnât you just pick one the girls and get it over with? IâŠâ
âCause none of them were you.â
You looked up at him, shock in your eyes, unsure if you heard him correctly. Steve plastered on a small smile, his eyes so soft as he looked into yours, âY/N, thereâs nothing between Sharon and I. The other day, when you saw us at the park, we were walking back from visiting Peggyâs grave. It was only a coincidence we were there at the same time.â
âOh⊠but what about your date the day before? You said it was good?â You asked, feeling almost ashamed.
âYou left too soon to hear what I told Nat and Wanda. I had a good time, but I wasnât interested. Iâd have way more fun with someone else there with meâŠâ Steveâs voice was low, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, âI canât hold it back anymore Y/N. I love you; I always have. And those stupid dates?â
Tears were streaming down your cheeks at his confession. Never in a million years would you have thought he loved you back.
Steve chuckled lightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes, âI went on those to get you off my mind. I never belied you could love me back, youâre way too good for me, Angel. Though every damn date I went on, I just couldnât get you off my mind. Every time they wanted me to come home with them, I only thought; No, I canât do that to my best girl.â
âSteveâŠâ You felt so stupid for not having confessed your feelings earlier. All this misunderstanding couldâve been avoided, âI love you too. I love you so damn much Stevie.â
Steve breath caught in his throat, not sure he was hearing you clearly, âWhat?â The word came out weak, like he was scared to wake up from a dream, âWhat about--â
âCristopher?â You giggled, âOh, I had a nice time with him, but you know, he wasnât you.â
Steve laughed loudly and you joined in. Both of you realised how stupid and blind you had been. You loved each other.
Steve caressed your cheek again, his thumb stroking over your soft skin. The look in his eyes were different than before; you knew it was love. His features, his voice, all soft, âCan I⊠kiss you?â
You only nodded and let him lead you towards his lips. The kiss was gentle, but a firework erupted inside of you. It made tears fall from your eyes, his too. Pulling away, Steve kissed the top of your head before speaking, âMy beautiful, Angel. I canât believe I finally have you.â
You threw yourself forward and let him wrap his strong arms around you. His embrace felt like home.
It felt so right, and finally, your heart was satisfied.
You didnât see the tears continue to stream down Steveâs cheeks. You didnât see the huge weight being lifted off his shoulders. He was so damn in love with you, and he already knew that someday, he wanted to call you his wife. Â
THE END! Thank you so much for reading, feedback is very much appreciated <3
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the queen's guard | p.sh
pairing: knight! park sunghoon x queen! reader
summary: park sunghoon is a member of the king's guard, meant to be a loyal and devoted knight to your husband, the ruler of the kingdom. little does your husband know that you've been having an affair with his knight for many years, and your two children, including the heir to throne, belongs not to him, but instead sunghoon.
genres: smut, drama, slight fluff, slight angst, period piece romance, forbidden love, bodyguard romance (kind of).
warnings: cheating, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, dom! sunghoon, sub! reader, unprotected sex, mentions of abuse and allusions to sexual assault.
note: feedback is greatly encouraged and feel free to ask questions <3
wc: 2.3k
The sounds of wooden swords clashing together filled the air. The sky was grey and the wind was cool in the early autumn morning as you looked out into the training grounds from the balcony of the castle.Â
Julian was running around the muddy field, flailing his sword around and laughing maniacally. Sunghoon was grinning to himself as he watched the little black-haired boy desperately trying to disarm him of his sword. He was only six years of age, so Sunghoon was not using any of his strength as they played a duel. It had been almost an hour at that point, yet the Prince still showed no signs of tiredness.
Sunghoon fell on his knees as he pretended to get injured by the hit of Julianâs sword against his steel armour. âMy Prince, you are becoming too strong. Please have mercy on me,â he begged, mustering up his best acting skills, not that it would take all that to inflate that little ego of his.Â
You smiled to yourself at the sight of your son giggling and swinging his sword at Sunghoon with his thin little arms. The life of a Queen was isolating and yet overwhelming, but moments like these slowed your life down and reminded you what was worth living for.Â
You walked up behind your son, patting his head and smiling down at his glittering and innocent face. âMother! You shouldâve seen how I took Ser Park down just now!â
You kissed his forehead, âOh, I saw it alright. God, you are becoming a fierce little warrior, arenât you?â
âI will be a knight one day, Mumma,â he exclaimed, swinging his sword up in the air.
You smiled somberly at him, reminded of the fact that none of his dreams could become true due to his birthright, but you nodded nonetheless, knowing your son deserved to live in bliss for the first few years of his life before the pressure of royal life crushed him as it did to you.Â
Sunghoon didnât want to play along with your pretence as he said, âYou will be King someday, Julian.â Sunghoon tried to never call your children by their titles. It would be the proper etiquette for him to call your son âmy Prince,â but you asked him to drop the formalities long ago. It was incredibly uncomfortable hearing the father of your children refer to them that way, so when nobody else was around, he usually called them by their names.
It would be obvious to anyone except your dumb, old whore of a husband that his heirs were not of his seed, given their striking resemblance to a certain knight of his. Julian had the thick eyebrows and the pointed nose of Sunghoon, as well as his kindness. Your two-year-old daughter Penelope on the other hand, while still growing into her features, had the same exact eyes as the man standing in front of you; pitch black and deep with an intensity that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.
Julian began to whine in frustration, âI donât want to be King, thatâs boring. I want to be strong like you.â He huffed and stomped his feet, in an all too adorable way.
Sunghoon cupped the boyâs chin with his pointer finger, tipping his face up so he could look into his eyes, âYou are already strong, and you will continue growing stronger. You will need that strength and battle skill when you become a king.â
That seemed to calm Julian down a bit, and you let the two keep playing as you watched from the sidelines for a while, enjoying the sight of your son relaxing and getting to spend quality time with his father. It made you feel guilty that he doesnât know about his true parentage, and wasnât sure if he would ever be given the chance to.
You were afraid of him losing everything and being chastised for being a bastard, not to mention the threat of your husband looming over him, but you were glad and thanked the heavens above you that you didnât have to bear the child of a monstrous beast that is your husband. Your children were a product of love, which was a rare occurrence in your society.Â
You were married off to the king at a very young age, as you were the only daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the kingdom. Your now husband desperately wanted to gain the favour and funding of your house, and your parents had no problem with selling you away like cattle at the prospect of gaining more power in politics.Â
He requested your hand in marriage when you barely reached womanhood, and when he had already lived twice your life. He was a disgusting pile of rotten corpses in your mind, and you still remember the times in your early marriage when he would assault you and beat you when you supposedly âacted upâ.Â
It was better now, however, as he was barely around, either because he was busy being an incompetent leader or going around the city to any brothel that he could find. It was a fact of your womanhood that being unfaithful to your husband was considered a great sin, but nobody ever seemed to care for how outwardly whorish your husband was.Â
You didnât have the privilege of parading Sunghoon around as your paramour, not the way your husband did with his mistresses. In the early days, he would even let them stay with him in the castle, and you remember hearing the noises of the gaggle of women in his bed chambers letting him do obscene things to them, not having a care in the world as they embarrassed you.Â
When you first came to the capital, you were nervous and alone with no family. Sunghoon was the only one in the castle who was around your age, and the only warmth you ever experienced within these cold walls.
Sunghoon has been in love with you since the day he laid eyes on you, and throughout these years had to hold back from committing treason and beheading the man who he was sworn to protect just so he could never hurt you again.Â
It didnât take long for your affair to begin. You were both young, immature and needed comfort within the misery of your lives. It had been almost a decade since you began your love story, and your heart clenched at the reminder of its reality.Â
In your eyes, Sunghoon was the most important thing to ever grace your world, followed by your two beautiful children, but in the eyes of everyone else, none of it meant anything.Â
You snapped out of your flashback and your worried thoughts when you noticed the steel armour taking over your line of sight. Sunghoon was standing too close for what is considered appropriate for a knight and his queen, but he knew when you were in your head so his sense of worry took over him.
âIs everything alright, Your Grace?â Sunghoon said. He never did manage to drop the titles with you. Well unlessâŠyour face was heating up as you were reminded of the rare occasions when he did say your name, which was almost always when his cock was drilling inside you in discrete locations around the castle.Â
Sunghoonâs face shifted into a smirk as he noticed your fluster, knowing it usually meant one thing. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, âWere you perhaps thinking of inappropriate things?â
You nervously shook your head, âN-no. Of course not. I was just losing my focus, I apologise.â
He didnât believe you but chose not to comment. âThe maids came to take Julian to his bath,â he informed. âHave you eaten breakfast yet?â
âI have not. I will need to get ready for it in my chambers,â you said shyly. Your husband was still out on his visit to a neighbouring kingdom, leaving the castle much emptier than it usually was. You desperately needed to seize the opportunity to spend time with Sunghoon. âWould you wish to accompany me?â
âIt would be an honour, Your Grace,â he grinned, knowing all too well what you really meant when you spoke those innocent words.
Your palms were pressed up against the stone walls of the Tower Room at the far side of the castle. Sweat was dripping down your body and the sound of skin slapping was filling the air within the tower.Â
âHngâŠ,â you moaned as Sunghoonâs cock hit the sensitive spot inside your cunt. âMy love, p-please, s-slow down.âÂ
He fucked you like he was furious with you, even if it was incomprehensible for Sunghoon to be angry with you.Â
âYou can take it, Y/N. Stop whining,â he gripped your hips tightly as he kept slamming himself inside of your sensitive and abused cunt. It had been over an hour since youâd been inside the tower, however, Sunghoon was still not satisfied.
Your walls were on fire as you tried to handle the stretch of his massive size. Even after all these years, you had not gotten used to him.Â
He was bullying his way inside your tight cunt, heavy balls slapping the sensitive surface of your pussy while at the same time, it was getting rammed over and over again at an animalistic speed.Â
You mewled mindlessly, your nipples hardening at the coolness of the room as well as the arousal that was flooding your body.Â
He always made you feel so full, desperate and utterly pathetic. He was always too much, no matter how much he prepped you by having you cum repeatedly on his wet and skilled tongue. Sunghoon didnât mind thoughâa sadistic part of him always enjoyed seeing you struggle to take his cock and your mind go numb at the pleasure he made you experience.Â
You tried to lean forward to get away from his grip and the relentless pounding of your pussy.
âAbsolutely not,â Sunghoon said pulling you back harshly, making you shake as he hit your sensitive spot again, âYou do not run away from me. You will take me fully,â the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk and his hand came to strike you on your plump and bare ass, making you yelp out in shock.Â
âAhhâŠ,â the sound of your sultry whines sends blood rushing to his cock, ââm sorryâŠI-I am so s-orry. Forgive me, itâs just t-too much.â
His cock did not slow down on its pounding of your cunt, refusing to give in to your request. His thrusts were harsh and deep, yet steady. The tip of his cock was hitting your cervix.Â
âYou know I canât just go slow when we will be separated again soon,â Sunghoon groaned, âNot to mention just how much I need to put another baby inside you.â
Your cunt clenched around him at the thought of him filling you up again with his seed, getting you pregnant with another illegitimate heir to spite your husband once more.Â
Sunghoon pulled you back against him by your hair, and he leaned down to say in your ear, âYou donât understand how happy it makes me that I took everything from that beast. Not only do I have his wife, but my son is the heir to his throne,â you were panting as you felt yourself getting closer to your release. âThe king will die under the weight of his own sin and evil before my son will sit on his throne. Itâs my daughter who is the Princess of his land. I canât lie and say it doesnât fill me with pride.â
You knew how dangerous your games were with him, but every part of you longed to fulfil his wish of giving him another child. âS-Sunghoon, cum inâŠinside! Please!â
âWould you like that? Filling you once more with my seed and leaving you swollen with my heirs. You always look so ravishing when youâre pregnant,â Sunghoon groaned. You knew for a fact that if Sunghoon and you were married and had more chances to spend together, youâd never not be pregnant. If he had the chance to, heâd always be inside you. âYouâre doing so well for me, my love. Just a little more,â his words were strained, and you knew you were both about to cum together.
He kept rocking his hips into you, and you let out a moan despite the ache of your over-sensitised pussy.Â
It almost shocked you when washed over you, not expecting your orgasm to come so quickly. You withered in his arms as you felt the electricity rush up your spine, your mind spinning round and round. Your jaw slacked as you let out a long whine at the exhaustion of your pussy Sunghoon kept rocking into you after your orgasm was beginning to come over you.Â
Sunghoon bent you further down to look at your cunt struggling to take his cock. God, you were so beautiful and intoxicating.Â
You felt his sock twitch as he came inside you, spilling his seed and coating your walls with his arousal. It felt like bliss having him and his cum inside you. It felt like you were drowning in him, and by God, you would die happy if you did.Â
He pushed his cock deeper in you, making sure to plug the cum inside you so as to not spill it.Â
He began pressing kisses onto your shoulders, wrapping his arms around your chest and letting you rest your back on him. He smiled against your skin, intoxicated by his love for you.
#sunghoon enhypen#park sunghoon#sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen fic#enhypen smut#the queen's guard đĄ
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Just to be Sure
Your husband Joel is desperate to get you pregnant again.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
CW: Breeding kink smut. Joel really really REALLY wants to knock you up. Lots of pregnancy talk. Reader has given birth before and is at the age where she can give birth again so choose your own adventure for age gap but I picture them about the same age with Joel late 30s. Husband!Joel. No outbreak AU. Creampie. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only
Length: 1k
A/N: Forgive me for this. I am completely baked and couldnât shake the thought of Joel having an insane breeding kink. I think if there was no outbreak and Joel found a woman, heâd be DESPERATE to knock her up over and over. He is all about his family, wants so many kids to look after, heâs always begging her for just one more. This is that Joel. Heâs filthy. I love him. Also I wrote this in an hour and a half while on an edible and barely proofread it fuck if we ball also sorry I wrote it half on my phone in bed OK BYE LOVE YOU!
âFuck, JoelâŠâ
Your voice trailed off, weak and breathless, your hands grasping uselessly at the sheets around you.
You werenât sure how long heâd had you here like this, sweating and fucked out as your husband slowly worked his cock in and out of you. You just knew you had to be quiet, that your one year old was asleep just a room away, a feat that was damn near impossible as Joel pulled yet another orgasm out of you.
âWhat, baby?â He panted over you, one hand gripping the headboard as he buried himself inside you yet again.
âYouâŠâ You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to focus. âYou donât have to get me pregnant to..toâŠtonight, you knowâŠâ
âOh I know,â he said, his voice heavy with need and scratchy with exertion. âWouldnât mind tryinâ with you for a few months, fucking this pretty pussy full of me every damn night, cominâ so deep in you that youâve got part of me in you all day every day.â
âJoel,â you whimpered, you couldnât help it, your pussy drawing tight and hot around him.
âBut, see, Iâm not sure I can wait that long,â he said, pressing somehow deeper into you and holding himself there for a moment, making your cunt clench around him, your legs scrambling for purchase as your next orgasm built higher and higher. âNeed to put another baby in you now, need to see your belly grow, need to fuck you until youâve got part of me in you for damn near a year.â
âOh fuck!â
You moaned it louder than you should have, Joelâs large hand going from propping him up to clamped over your mouth as your orgasm took you, the heat of it shooting out from your core and through your entire being, your heart racing, channel throbbing.
âOh goddamn,â he groaned, fucking into you even harder now. âThatâs right little mama, pull another baby out me, thatâs itâŠâ
âJoel, Joel, Joel,â you panted over and over again into his hand, mind reduced to nothing but your husband and how damn full he made you feel, especially with his bare cock buried deep inside of you.
It had been a year almost to the day that youâd last fucked without a condom. Youâd been right at the end of your pregnancy, desperate for Joel and desperate for something - anything - to kick start your labor. The last time you hadnât needed a condom, your contractions started 20 minutes after it ended.
Ever since, youâd been taking precautions. Not because you didnât want another baby - you definitely did - but because you hadnât gotten the OK from your doctor yet.
Today, that had changed. Youâd gone to your check up and your doctor gave you a clean bill of health, including the OK to start trying to get pregnant again.
Youâd figured Joel would want to get started trying that night. You just hadnât counted on him pulling endless orgasms as a part of trying.
âThink you got one more in you, baby?â He asked, freeing your mouth to run his hand over your hair. You just whimpered. âMâclose, wanna come with you. Come on, you can give me one more, know you can.â
You couldnât find the words as he moved to suck your neck, so you just moaned and nodded and clawed his body closer and tighter to yours.
You could feel him smile against you then, the pace of his pounding cock picking up, the tip of him hitting the spot inside you heâd long ago claimed as his own perfectly with each stroke.
âCome on little mama,â he panted. âTakes better if you come with me, need you to fucking come baby, need to feel you fucking come when I make you pregnant.â
You werenât sure Joel was fully aware of what he was saying but then, you felt like you were moving of your own accord, too, your hips rolling up against his, frantically pawing at him in a desperate attempt to pull him so close that it was like his whole being was inside you.
This orgasm claimed you quickly, going from starting to build to taking over you in a matter of seconds. You barely had a chance to warn Joel before it hit you.
"I'm gonna come," you managed just half a second before your channel started to fluffer around him. "Fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Fuck, that's it," he said fucking into you with two more deep, devastating strokes before you could feel his cock throbbing heavily inside, the warm spread of his spend in your most intimate place drawing your orgasm out. "That's it, fuck, come while I put my baby in you."
His cock gave one final, heavy pulse before he collapsed on you, panting for breath as you went limp below him. Even as he lay there, damn near exhausted, he still managed to fuck his cock into you a few more times, driving his come even deeper.
When he was satisfied, he sat up from you and watched between your legs as he slowly, gently pulled his softening length from your aching, swollen sex.
âSo damn pretty like this,â he said almost reverently. You felt the comforting warmth of his come drip out of you and then Joelâs finger was there, scooping it up and gently pushing it back inside your spent hole as it struggled to close after being opened by his thick cock for so long. âGotta keep me deep inside her baby, sâwhere I belong.â
You just whimpered a little, still not positive you could form words as Joel lay beside you, his hand skimming slowly over your stomach down to the place that had grown your first daughter with Joel.
âThink our babyâs in there?â He asked softly, thumb brushing your skin in a gentle rhythm.
âI hope so,â you smiled at him.
âDonât sound like youâre sure,â he smirked a little back. âMight just need to leave more of me in you, just to be sure.â
Your smile grew as his hand slipped lower.
âJust to be sure.â
#fanfic#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#smut fic#breeding kink fic#husband!joel miller
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Thatâs that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie
@mmunson86 requested: I canât stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest đââïžđ
Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.
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We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.
âYou ready, Angel?â Your husband smiles at you.
Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. Youâve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.
âYeah, I think so,â you smile. Youâre already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.
The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.
âYou think theyâre going to like the new song?â You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.
âYou kidding me? Theyâre going to love it!â
Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasnât his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.
âAll performers take their mark,â you hear the stage director in your ear.
You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.
The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.
âOkay, Coachella! Iâm going to need you to help me out with something.â You smile. âThis is my last song of the night, and itâs brand new, so Iâm a bit nervous.â You pace the stage.
âNow I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he wonât come out unless we pressure him, so Iâm going to need your help, okay?â you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye
You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.
âCome on out, Eddie, baby,â you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddieâs name.
Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.
âSit,â you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.
Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.
âNice,â you sing in your breathy tone your husband canât get enough of.
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo
Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.
You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.
I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy
You turn to your husband and wink.
And he won't stop calling
You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.
When they act this way
You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.
I know I got 'em
You swear you hear him moan.
I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer
You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.
Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger
He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.
You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.
He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.
He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso
Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.
Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.
Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso
Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.
âEddie!â You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.
âGotta have, you know,â he growls in your ear so only you can hear.
âReally baby? I worked you up that much?â You swoon.
After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.
The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddieâs eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddieâs brow, and he couldnât tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.
âGet out,â Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.
Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.
You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.
âYou were perfect up there.â he pulls you in for a kiss. âSo fucking proud of you.â He kisses down your neck.
âMmmm, thank you, babyâ
âYouâre a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?â Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.
âIs that right? Mr. Munson.â
âOh, it is, Mrs. Munson.â Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you⊠not again.
âGod, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.â
You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.
âSimp?â
âVR tells me things.â Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom youâve adopted, is now twenty two.
âOkay, old man,â you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailerâs back corner.
âEnough talking, more kissing.â
Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.
âWhy do they make these things so tight.â He grumbles as you giggle at him.
âYou werenât complaining about it ten minutes ago,â you snide.
âDonât make me put you over my knee.â He smirks.
âNo, Sir,â you put your lip.
Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.
âBaby, youâre going to hurt your knees,â You push his long hair back. âWhy donât we go -OH - to the couchâ Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.
The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddieâs tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.
âOh fuck!â Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddieâs hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.
You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.
âMmmmm, tastes so good, Angelâ
âPlease donât stop!â
You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.
Eddieâs thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until youâre losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.
âMmmm, thatâs it, thatâs my good girl. Cum for me.â The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesnât stop until he knows you are satisfied.
âThat was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didnât it?â He stands and leads you to the couch until youâre lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.
âMmmhmmm,â you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.
His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â
âYes, sir, more than ready.â And it was true; itâs been a few weeks since youâve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.
All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.
âFuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.â His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.
âSo fucking beautifulâ his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.
The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already youâre a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and itâs not even been a minute yet.
âThere she is, thereâs my good girlâ Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.
âMoreâ you moan.
âMore what?â
âSir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.â You babble.
Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.
He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.
âTell me what you need, baby girl.â
âFill me.â You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.
His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.
âThis what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?â His finger teases your puckered hole.
âYes!â You gasp.
âI think that can be arranged. Suckâ he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until itâs dripping with your saliva.
âSuch a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.â His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. âIsnât that right?â
âYes, sir!â
âGod, I love you.â Eddie canât help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.
âPlease, please, please.â You were so close you could feel the pit building.
The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.
âYou going to come when I tell you to, Angel?â
âI canât-canât hold it!â
âYes, you can,â he growls.
âF-fuck,â you curse him. You canât hold it for much longer.
âMmm, thatâs right, babygirl. Youâre going to listen to what I tell you.â
Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.
âPlease, Sir. I want to cum. Please!â
The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.
âCumâ he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.
With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.
âShit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,â Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.
You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.
You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but heâs never looked more beautiful.
âThat was long overdue.â You sigh with relief.
âYouâre telling me,â he chuckles with you.â âLetâs get you cleaned up, mama.â
âYou trying to knock me up, Munson?â Deep down, youâd love to have another baby.
âWhat if I was?â He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.
âThen Iâd say we should keep practicing.â
âWait for real?â
âYouâre no,t getting any younger, â you giggle.
âOh, you little minx, youâre in for it.â He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.
âIâm sorry!â You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.
âYou really want to start trying?â He asks genuinely.
âYeah,â you nod.
âGuess itâs time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.â
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Okay but forreal⊠how would it go down if babydollâs dad caught trailer park!rafe defiling his precious daughter đ« I can just imagine him getting more suspicious about the time his daughter is gone and one day he catches her walking into Rafeâs trailer and barges in their to see her getting absolutely defiled and disgraced by Rafe who would just smirk and be like âthink itâs about time we tell him heâs gonna be a grandpa or what?â UGHHH HEâS SO MEAN I LUV HIM
uh oh đ€
With you being pregnant, you had been spending nearly all your time over at Rafeâs. You werenât very far along, your bump barely noticeable to most. You were in your own little world, happy as can be to be pregnant with Rafeâs baby and very hormonal. You were even more clingy with him, nearly had a meltdown when he left to go get beer one night and needed dick all the time.
Your father had been growing a little suspicious of you here recently as you seemed to never be home anymore. It was now the third day this week you hadnât been at the trailer when he had gotten off work and he couldnât get past it. So much so he got in his truck and began slowly driving down the road to see if you were around the park anywhere. Surely he had nothing to worry about and you were just finishing up handing out the cookies you liked to make for everyone.
He was about to turn around when he spotted a flash of pink at one of a familiar trailer. His eyes widened in a flash of horror as he saw you walking into the run down dump that was Rafe Cameronâs. The same man that never paid rent on time, had a major attitude problem and got drunk all day off of cheap beer. What was his innocent daughter doing anywhere around that piece of trash? Your father didnât know what he had expected to see when he barged in Rafeâs trailer door, but it definitely wasnât you on that filthy manâs lap doing things he never thought you would ever partake in. He didnât even have words to process the sight he saw in front of him.
You were so incredibly needy, Rafeâs huge cock stretching your leaking hole as he whispered dirty words in your ear. His large hands gripped your waist that was barely starting to round out, reminding himself you were indeed knocked up with his baby. He smiled at the thought, facial hair tickling your neck as you threw your head back against his broad shoulder. âSuch a desperate little thing for cock now that I got you pregnant, huh?â His voice rough as you had barely walked through the front door before he had your pretty little pink dress up as you were begging to be filled.
It was the door slamming open that made his blue eyes look up an instant look of gratification on his face as he saw your father standing there in shock. You were so cock drunk too, that you couldnât do anything but sit there and continue to take it up your fluttering cunt. He let out a small laugh, staring the old man right in the face as he continued to thrust upward. He was sick for doing this, but then again really gave zero fucks. He wanted this to happen, to finally show that miserable bastard that he had ownership of your sugary sweet self now.
âWell look who it is babydoll. Takinâ a bad manâs dick up your little fuckhole for your pops to finally see. Should we tell him heâs gonna be a grandpa?â Rafeâs voice raspy as your beautiful moans still echoed off the trailer walls. Oh he had you completely ruined and he was loving every dirty second of it. Here you were taking dick up your pretty cunt that he had broken open and nutted into, now to only be a hormonal mess that couldnât get anything out but âFuck me..â
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subby vampire x dom male reader
sorry for being inactive yall teehee just thought about this cute little idea and had to write it... also no sex just a little spicy lmk if yall want to see more of this guy đ€
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you did not expect it to rain during your forest hike today. anticipation to dive into the lush green unknown was quickly turned into a wet mess as your scrambled to find shelter, unsure of where you were even going as the gps signal got weaker deeper into the forest you ventured. much to your surprise, you soon came upon a quaint winding road. following it lead to an ancient-looking manor straight out of the victorian era. despite your brain recounting that this was how every horror movie started, you were desperate to be out of the cold, and soon rushed to the grand door to seek warmth. luckily, someone answered the door. a tall, lanky, ghost of a man, who quickly invited you in and fretted over the prospect of you catching a cold. he was a little odd, speaking in such a proper, olden manner, but he was lovely.
despite your initial protests of overstaying your welcome, he managed to convince you to stay for a week. he invited you to join him for dinner everyday, and it was through these meals that you found out quite a lot about him. one, his name was kliff (you swore his face turned red when you said he had a handsome name), and that he was a vampire who was at least a hundred years old (he stopped counting after the 120th year). the way he revealed it was kind of adorable, he was so reluctant at first.
"sooooo, kliff. you're a vampire, right?"
"goodness, whatever gave you that idea? i most certainly am not." his face said otherwise as his eyes darted everywhere around the room but your gaze, and the tip of his ears turned red.
"and you're gay, right?"
"now THAT is an accusation!" he replied indignantly, now fully flustered. "i, a dignified gentleman, would never engage in such sinful acts."
"but i saw you peeking at me showering yesterday. pervert." you were having the time of your life teasing this poor fossil.
he stood up from the dinner table and paced around the room. "i did no such thing." he mumbled, face somehow steaming even more than you thought was humanly possible. wait, but he wasn't a human. nevermind.
you spent most of your week exploring his manor, poking around the various dusty bookshelves and artifacts of an era long bygone. if there was one thing you picked up from your exploration, it was that kliff was awfully lonely. and had been for a long time. he didn't seem to have had any romantic partners, probably due to his sexuality, nor any pets to keep him company. you could infer this from his clingy nature, he was constantly in the shadows observing you, blending in seamlessly using his powers. he thought he was being slick, but really, he was a rather clumsy vampire. whenever you caught him, he would always act oblivious, and give you a sheepish grin, before scurrying away. it was quite cute, really. another thing was the fact that he never asked to drink from you. "it is quite alright. i sustain myself well enough through other means." was all he said when you asked him about it. mysterious. almost like he didn't dare to taint your skin with his fangs. you decided not to tell him about the fact that you were aware he watched you when you were asleep in the guest room, sometimes even daring to climb into bed silently with you and bask in your presence. he was a lonely soul, you figured. you could let him be delusional for a bit. you would leave after this week, anyway.
but that week passed quick, and with each day, kliff seemed to grow even more on edge, getting nervous whenever he was around you but never daring to speak what was on his mind. brooding around the house, watching you silently as you attempted to grow something in his dying garden... oh it was bad for him. but this came all to a head on your last day, when you bid your goodbyes and were one foot out the door, and he suddenly gathered the courage to say something.
kliff threw himself at you in one final, desperate plea. "please... please don't go...." his tone was so pitiful, you stopped in your tracks and looked at the way he's grabbing your wrist so tightly. "i... i.... if i may, i have one final request."
"you want to drink from me? honestly, i'm surprised you didn't ask earlier."
"no, no... it's not that. it's the opposite, really. may i... may i humbly request that you..." he stops mid sentence and breaks eye contact to look at the ground, voice so soft you could barely hear him. "bite me instead..."
"i beg your pardon?"
"i would like for you to leave a mark on me. as a reminder of your presence." his tone is slightly more confident now as he meets your eyes, centuries-old desire rekindled and burning within them. he falters a bit as he notices your lack of response. "....please?" he mumbles pathetically.
oh, poor baby. he's wanted a man to love him all his life. luckily for him, you found his desperation cute. you drop your bag and take his hand in yours.
"want me to take the lead?" you squeeze his hand, and he nods shyly.
"i would like nothing more."
you gently, but firmly pin him to the nearest wall, the ancient manor creaking under the pressure. it's kind of poetic, kliff thinks, as he wilts under your touch, it sounds like my house is congratulating me. you start off by peppering fleeting kisses all across his neck, admiring the small noises of pleasure he made everytime your lips came into contact with his skin. the fleeting touches turned into harsher bites, as you nibbled at his delicate skin, so fragile and untouched. it was just like he fantasized, and he was in heaven. he gripped onto the wall for support as he gasped at the new sensation, writhing around as you marked him, but your strong hands on his waist kept him steadily in place, a feeling he quickly learnt to enjoy. all those years he spent in solitude seemed to culminate to this moment, he'd never felt more intimate with anyone in his life. you stepped back to look at your handiwork and he immediately collapsed into your arms, a dark purple hickey prominently showing on his neck. he stared up at you lovingly, unable to really form thoughts. "please don't go...." was all he could mutter as you slowly swayed him back and forth, soothing his cold, beating heart.
"guess i'll see you next week, hm?" he's never been happier to hear those words in his long life.
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â premise: peter needed to test how strong the new formula for his web shooters is so why not get his gfâs help, and have a little fun with it. its not like he had millions of other more scientific ways to test its strength.
â pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader
â warnings: smut | 18+, bondage [with peters webs], fingering, small edging, peter possibly ooc, nicknames [baby, princess]
â a/n: kinktober 04
Sure Peter had plenty of other ways he could test out the strength of his newly formulated web fluid. But you were just so eager to help your boyfriend out, always asking him if there was something you could do. Sewing up gashes and holes in his spider suit, patching him up after a fight, etc. So why not enlist the help of his pretty girlfriend instead of testing it out the same old boring way he always did. Of course being unaware of his little scheme you innocently and sweetly said yes when he asked if you'd help him out with an experiment. That was how you ended up in Peter's bed, hands restrained together and stuck to the headboard with his webs.
His body was currently nestled between your spread legs, eyes roaming your body before fixing on your face. Your lower half is entirely exposed, the breeze from his open window nipping at your skin making you squirm. âThis wasn't what I thought you meant when you asked for help, and I said yes Peterâ you whine and buck your hips into his touch as his hands roam up your sides, rubbing and caressing your body. You can feel the cool metal of the singular web shooter strapped to his left wrist. âOh this is fully what I intended when I asked baby, tug all you want, squirm all you wantâ he coos as he uncovers your breasts by pushing your shirt up to reveal them. âNeed to test how strong the new formula isâ he explains softly as his right hand falls between your open thighs, middle and ring fingers nudging open your slit and rubbing through your folds. Slick immediately collecting on the tips of his slender fingers.
With a sharp intake of breath you twist your body and try shifting your hips away from his hands. His free hand that has the web shooter aims towards your writhing leg and shoots webs that wrap your ankle tethering it to his foot board. âYou sure this wasnât what you intended, princess? You're so wet for meâ he emphasizes his tease with a tilt of his head, smirking softly as his two fingers push at your hole.
You whine and push your hips back on his hand trying to get them inside you, your hole clenching at the small intrusion. âI missed you Pete, you've been so busyâ you explain and look through your lashes at your boyfriend hovering over you, your eyes full of longing and love. âAwww well i'm here now babyâ he leans down and presses his lips to yours just as his two fingers push knuckle deep inside you. You let out a short surprised moan against his lips as you kiss back greedily. You tug at the webs around your wrists, hands desperate and itching to touch Peter. âKeep tugging baby, try your hardest, you can do itâ he mumbles into your mouth, his words both encouraging and mocking before humming when you whine in response. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the pleasure, his free hand coming to pin your hips down holding them still.
Pumping his fingers in and out of your leaking cunt, a sloppy squelching sound filling the room along with your muffled whimpers and moans. âFuck!~â you let out a plaintive cry and pull away from peters mouth when his thumb is added in, stimulating your clit. Rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves as his fingers speed up their movement, making your mouth fall open and your head fall back against his pillows. Your hands tug as well as your leg at his webbing, the action doing nothing to tear or unstick it. A heat spreading through your body, you liked this idea of him tying you up with his webs more than you couldâve guessed, the heat settling and growing in the pit of your stomach.
âCome on baby, i don't think your tryinâ hard enough to break outâ he taunts as his long fingers find that spongy spot deep inside you and start abusing it, the rough pad of his tongue speeding up its circles. âGonna have you cumming before you break the webs princessâ he chuckles softly and leans down to kiss along the exposed column of your neck. Your head goes fuzzy from his mouth on you, his fingers ruthlessly thrusting inside you, the feeling of him all over you. âCanât- I canât do it Pete, i cant break emâ fuck- please baby im gonna cum!â you whine and cry out, your eyes squeezed shut as you teeter on the edge of your climax.
He grabs ahold of your chin and moves your head up the movement forces your eyes open, you stare into his deep brown eyes, his pupils blown.
âNot yet baby, the experiment hasn't gone on long enough, need to see if they breakâ his voice comes out sweet yet concedesing as he crashes his lips against yours to muffle your wanton moan.
Truthfully Peter had gotten enough information from all your squirming and pulling that he figured it was strong enough, he was just having far too much fun playing with his pretty girlfriend.
â a/n: i havent written for tasm!peter in a bit so I feel like heâs possibly out of character ? Idk I felt rusty when writing him
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words on the page (aemond t. sex pollen pwp o.s.)
pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)
warnings : PWP, dubcon- this is sex pollen (obvi) they are technically not fully consenting. might be hatesex but it also might not, uncle/niece incest, a ridiculous amount of orgasms, squirting, restraint, spanking & slapping, and a slighttt breeding kink (srry i couldn't help myself)
word count : 10,000+
note : hope everyone enjoys. ty for all the love, always. likes, reblogs, comments, anything is gas in my tank xx
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âThis library is big enough for the both of us, Uncle. You stay on your side, and I, on mine.â Ysilla offers, already working on tuning out the One-Eyed Princeâs mutterings as she gets lost in the sprawling shelves.Â
âWhat if I want a book thatâs on your side?â Aemondâs voice echoes up to the grand ceilings from where he must be several rows over, his annoyance clearer than the windows in the Sept.Â
Ysilla rolls her eyes so hard she fears they might stick. âDo you not understand the concept of my side and your side?â
âThese are all my sides. I grew up in between these stacks- Iâm sure the texts at Dragonstone are missing you terribly. Why don't you go back and see if Iâm right.âÂ
That retort stabs at her, the mourning for her home still living on in the thick ball of grief that resides heavily in her heart. Itâs been a year since her mother took her rightful place on the Iron Throne, a year since the King had passed, and a year where all members of the Targaryen family had to learn how to live amongst one another once more. Nobody was enjoying it. And there were more days than not that the Princess fantasized of stealing borrowing a boat and sailing back to her beloved pile of rocks.Â
âShouldnât you be out, oh, I donât know, swinging a sword or ducking under one? You know, what men do.â Itâs childish but Ysilla doesnât mind stooping lower than her years. Her brothers keep her young and nimble, each one bringing with him a fresh battle of wits and stubbornness. Â
He goes silent, blessedly, and she resumes her stroll, picking and plucking titles off the shelves that join the burgeoning pile cradled tight in her arms. Her mind wanders, the endless catalogues of writings whispering their words, lulling her further and further into the scriptural maze.Â
Ysilla spots a peculiar text on a shelf taller than her, the aphotic ruby binding and woven gold stitching calling her name. She reaches up, tiptoeing until her feet creak and attempts to hook her finger under the edge of the spine. The old book sticks in place, judging her with a faceless scowl. She grunts, wobbling slightly, pushing forward again and gives it a good strong tug. Too strong, as it flies freely through the air and Ysilla yelps, jumping to the side to dodge it. Everything goes topsy turvy, her balance lost to her and the rest of her assembled collection clatters to the ground.Â
She curses, deaf to the sound of approaching footsteps as she drops to her knees and starts to gather the fallen books. Sheâs considerate of the older ones, stacking them carefully off to the side of the walkway. The causer of the chaos had landed face down, the text split open as if the ground itself was interested in its contents. Ysilla grasps it gently and turns it over, causing a plume of dust to shift off the pages and billow directly into her face.Â
She coughs, sputtering for a breath that isnât made up of ancient soot. She scrubs at her nose, sniffling and groaning in discomfort as her sinuses burn and her throat grows parched. Her eyelids wrench shut, tears already hot and clumping in her lashes.Â
A vice grip in the form of strong fingers finds her arm, and she latches onto them desperately. Sheâs pulled to her feet, and a downy cloth is pressed tightly into her hand. She pats her face with it, drying her tears and spittle, its perfume of oranges and smoke chasing away the moldered stink clinging to every sense she has.Â
âYou alright?â Aemond asks cautiously, still holding her elbow steady. Ysilla blinks blearily at him, her nose red at the tip. She nods after a pause, coughing softly into his handkerchief.Â
âCouldnât breathe there for a moment.â She croaks, chuckling weakly before she gently pulls her elbow away. Aemond drops his hold, clasping his arms behind him and taking a step backwards.Â
âThe library is all yours- Iâm going to go lie down.âÂ
She offers his hanky back, feeling a bit dumb as she does and more than a little embarrassed. Her uncle waves her off, and she skirts around him, careful not to intrude into his space.Â
âNiece,â Ysilla turns. Concern is not a look sheâs accustomed to seeing on his face, and certainly not when itâs directed at her, but the sight of it sends little tingles through her tummy. âDo you need me to escort you to your room?âÂ
She smiles dimly, self-conscious in all the ways that turn her cheeks peachy.Â
âI think I can manage⊠thank you, Aemond.â Ysilla curtsies in a silly show of thanks, but he can tell her sentiment is genuine.Â
Aemond swallows thickly, bowing his head in acknowledgment, watching her keenly as she shuffles out the doors that lead to the rest of the castle. She never calls him by his name. Always Uncle, and even sometimes My Prince, but the mocking lilt of that one is not lost on him. Aemond though⊠itâs like heâs hearing a brand new word. Â
Shrugging off his worriment, he sighs, squatting down to collect the strewn about books. He inspects them as he does, less so judging and more so learning about his nieceâs interests through her chosen reading materials. Thereâs a collection of songs- one for Drowned Men and one for Northmen that heâs read before. Another about the Lion King, Tommen II Lannister and his adventures in Volantis and, most provocatively, the remaining charred pages of Dragons, Wyrms, and Wyverns: Their Unnatural History. Aemond holds onto it for longer than the others; she mustâve searched long and hard for it, heâs never even once stumbled across it in here. He tucks it carefully onto a shelf heâll remember, and thinks of letting Ysilla know where she can find it later.Â
Lastly, he comes to the one that sent her into a coughing fit and he regards it carefully. It isnât smart, but even so, Aemond draws his dagger and nudges at it, angling up the flap so that he can read the title: Potions of Old Valyria. He lifts it too high, trying to see better in the dreary light of dusk and loses his leverage, the cover falling closed and puffing out a small cloud of dust in his direction. He snaps backwards but heâs not fast enough, the grit already coating the slick press of his lips. Aemond spits, growling, scrubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. He winces as his nose stings, the watering in his eye blurring his vision.Â
He shoots to his feet, gathering up the massive stack of books and tossing them onto an empty writing desk, kicking away the potion book in juvenile anger. He stalks out of the library, cursing blindly as he retreats to his room.Â
The Prince does not read the page of which the dust had danced off of. But if he had, mayhaps he would have rethought the course of his actions that night.Â
âPollen of the flower Turnera diffusa- a specimen of which is contained in this very page- has a curious effect on the indulger. Found growing along the creeks of Honeyholt, symptoms noted are as follows: fever, delirium, lightheadedness, and most notably, a heightened state of arousal. The affected should take caution to whom they keep in their company while under the spell of this love plant.âÂ
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Aemond shucks off his jerkin, sending it flying across the room carelessly.Â
It's still there- the rabid itch under his collar. He stalks to his mirror, tearing up his shirt to check his skin, looking for a bite, a scratch, anything to explain the scorching sting engulfing him in full. Nothing, not even a blemish, mars his pale chest.Â
He curses, spinning on his heel and going for his table, seizing the wine pitcher so roughly the lit candles nearby shudder from his haste. He pours a full goblet, the deep burgundy trickle causing his mouth to flood with anticipation. He downs it in several gulps, gasping as he rips the cup away and lets it teeter on the table until it spins out, toppling over emptily. He might as wellâve drank from the Great Sand Sea, his tongue heavy in his mouth. He clutches at his stomach, a sharp shooting pain ripping up his insides. He groans, taking a knee as his legs wobble beneath his weight.Â
Fuck, he wonders if it was the book, the dust he breathed in. If Ysilla is as bad off as he is.Â
Ysilla. Worry spears through him, bringing with it a healthy dose of clarity. She breathed in more than he did, heâs sure of it. He needs to get her to a maester, lest sheâs already staggered out of her own room in search of aid.Â
He stumbles to his wall, finding the familiar crease in the stone and pushing. The path into the tunnels is one he knows well and heâs lucky he does, his mind fogging over and his pulse thumping in his temples. Heâs never entered her chamber this way of course, so he canât be sure when he comes to an unknown stone archway that heâs where he needs to be.Â
He pushes until he feels the door give way, a slice of light pouring out through the crack. He edges it forward a little more, until he can see enough of the room to confirm itâs not a servantâs quarters.Â
âNiece?â Aemond coughs, his tone gruffer than what heâs used to. His throat is arid, greedy for a nectar to soothe it. No one answers, but as he strains his hearing, shuffling feet and rustling bottles comes forth, confirming that someone is inside.Â
âYsilla?â He calls out. Another jolt of agony flares through him and he gasps, startling forward, catching himself on the door and accidentally making it swing open. Aemond stumbles through, colliding with an overstuffed armchair and making it screech terribly across the floor. His head shoots up, and he catches sight of his niece across the room.Â
Ysilla wouldnâtve noticed if Vhagar herself trampled through the door.Â
Sheâs⊠much more undone than she was before. Her curly raven locks, once pinned up and out of her face, spring madly from her head, cloaking her face in a dark flowing curtain. She scurries around the room, mouselike, pressing a wet rag to her throat and then to her forehead, and back again. Twenty or so books are open and strewn about on the long table, looking as if they were caught in a sweeping wind. Long gone are her slippers, and the sleeved pink gown she donned before is abandoned in a silky puddle by the door.
Her chemise, a pale yellow thing with capped sleeves, has gone transparent from the perspiration that has broken out all over her body. It clings to every dip, every curve, shadowing her in a gauzy golden haze. Her bronze nipples tent through the delicate fabric and the thatch of hair over her womanhood matches in color-
Aemond snaps his gaze away, cheeks flaming.Â
âYsilla.â He nearly shouts, stare finding his boots and staying there.Â
The woman in question spins around, catching sight of her uncle in the corner of her room, the hidden door she had never had enough courage to use ajar behind him.Â
âAemond⊠you need to leave.â Her words rumble out of her, like thereâs a beast in her belly, roaring through her skin and rattling her bones. âLeave!â
He doesnât move and Ysilla hurls the rag in his direction. Â
âDid you not hear me? I said go!âÂ
Annoyance chips away at Aemondâs embarrassment. Heâs trying to help her, insufferable brat. âYou donât command me, Niece.â He responds, still refusing to look at her.Â
She scoffs, happy to channel her discomfort into a much more satisfying emotion. âYou sneak into my room, catch me in the middle of undress, and still, you act put out.â Ysilla spits, her temper raising with her temperature.
Gods, sheâs miserable. The moment she stepped foot in her bedchamber, her dressings were off, and she drank down water until she felt the urge to spew. Itâs as if she canât catch her breath- sheâs so dizzy and her uncleâs sudden company has somehow made it worse. Her belly cramps, and she crosses her legs tightly in search of relief. She cries out, the budding sultriness in her flower springing to life, and wetness coats her thighs in a rush. Gasping, she nearly trips as she collides with her bedâs edge.Â
âYsilla, breathe.â Aemond commands harshly.
His voice is so nice. Has it always been that nice? That soothing? Her snatch gives a happy thrum, her clit fluttering at the memory of his strong grip upon her arm. How he had held her steady in her dizziness, how he had towered over her, so imposing, so encapsulating, making sure she was well. Ysilla gasps, stunned at her bodyâs wanton reaction.Â
âYou donât understand. Please, go.â Heâs her uncle- her uncle that doesnât even like her. This cannot- will not happen.Â
âI need to get you to a maester. If youâre feeling what Iâm feeling, if youâre feeling it worse, fuck, Ysilla, I need to get you help.â
He needs to stop saying her name like that, in that breathy, strained tone of his. He sounds exerted. He sounds exhausted. He sounds like heâs on the cusp of falling apart. It stokes the fire in her blood.Â
âThe things I want to do to you⊠the things I want you to do to me.â She whines quietly, terrified that heâll hear her.Â
A subtle knock-knock at her chamber door quiets them both, and they hold their breath. Again, a knock-knock echoes through, and Ysilla curses the diligence of her ladies. Aemond goes for it, stalking across the room in his usual strutting gait.Â
Ysilla panics and rushes forward, latching onto his arm and pulling him to a stop.Â
âAemond, Uncle, please, send them away. I donât want them to see me like this.â She begs, pleading with him through a glistening gaze.Â
Aemond readies his denial, sharp and bitter on his tongue but he loses his voice as he looks at her. He keeps his eye on her face, hyper aware of the press of her nearly naked figure against his side. Her heart shaped face is drawn in a frantic frown, terror rich and vast in her eyes. She smells of the Essos oils in her hair and the coconut oil on her skin, and it all makes his head go a bit fuzzy.Â
She squeezes his arm, again, a final silent plea. He nods his assent. Ysilla dashes behind him, slipping deeper into the room, blowing out candles until the bedchamber dims into darkness. She voices a small, urging hum, and Aemond takes his cue and yanks the door open. The visitor, a girl no older than three-and-ten, blinks at him in surprise.
âMy Prince,â she curtsies hurriedly and Aemond nods his acceptance, but his face must spell out his impatience because she speaks so fast, her words stumble over one another. âI thought I heard the Princess in distress. I was coming to check on her, to make sure sheâs alright.âÂ
Her eyes dart over his shoulder, her head bobbing to the side as if she were trying to peek in. Aemond moves with her, raising his arm so that it rests above him in the doorway, pulling the door nearly closed behind him. The maid swallows, dropping her eyes in apology.
âThe Princess isnât well- very sick. Keep the other maids away, guards too. She wishes for solitude.â Heâs a pushover and he hates it. One look of Ysillaâs beseeching gaze and Aemond gave like a straw bridge.Â
âShould I send a maester?â The maid asks worriedly, making to exit down the hall and find help.Â
âNo!â The young girl jolts to a stop, her eyes wide with alarm. Aemond curses himself, and he speaks softer through gritted teeth. âNo, she just needs rest. Iâll see to her, since Iâve already been exposed. Iâll call upon you if I change my mind.âÂ
The maid eyes him cautiously, but she finally relents, dropping into a curtsy before hurrying down the wall.Â
On the other side of the door, Ysilla feels as if sheâs going fucking mental.Â
Sheâs balled up her bedsheet, and wedged it between her quivering thighs. The fabric pressed so intimately against her cunt is unforgiving, soaking up her syrupy slick and giving little in return. But the friction along her clit makes her gasp, and it urges on her rutting in dreams of a release so sweet, she could cry.Â
The low droll of Aemondâs voice slithers into her ears from across the room, her mind warping the words until heâs whispering to her. What a good girl she is, how desperate she is to find her pleasure, how angry he is that sheâs fucking her bed and not him. Ysillaâs eyes shoot open as she hears the squeak of her door, her hopes crashing as she realizes heâs pulling it shut while heâs behind it, not in front of it.Â
She collapses forward onto all fours, fisting the furs blanketing her duvet, smothering a broken moan into the softness. Her eyes peel open, her glassy gaze landing on her bedside table. Aemondâs handkerchief is still there- right where sheâd left it- the emerald hue of it glowing midnight green in the candlelight. Suddenly, itâs in her grasp, even though she cannot recall moving for it. She presses it to her nose and draws in a shaky breath.
Oh, oh, it smells of him. Citrus and smoke and sheâs drooling for it, mouth watering so quickly she has to swallow it down so she doesnât slobber. She swings her hips forward before rolling backwards, dredging the sodden sheet through her sex. Itâs so wet now, the smoothness almost feels like skin. And thatâs too much for Ysilla- she can hear him, smell him, but the thought of Aemond in between her legs?- it sends her plummeting off the cliff of desire, her core pulsing vibrantly, pleasure buzzing through her whole body.Â
A phantom hand finds the same spot where Aemond had handled her earlier, and rips her upwards. Sheâs pulled to her knees, still atop the bed, as someone presses up behind her. Ysilla peers over her shoulder, the handsome face of her uncle a welcome sight. He is an apparition appearing from her thoughts alone. He doesnât even seem real.
Her thoughts are askew with an edge of delirium, her insides purring at his sudden return. Ghoul or not, she will not squander such a golden opportunity. She fists the front of his shirt and drags him in, their mouths joining together harshly. Aemond would be lying if he said he didnât kiss her back at once. It gets intense. Fast.Â
Ysilla melts into his chest, whimpering into his mouth while his grip goes from her elbow to sliding around her, dragging her in closer by her waist. His tongue finds her teeth and she opens up slowly, letting him feel the threat of them, as he slithers in and their tongues touch-
Aemond tears himself away, stumbling backwards, heaving for air and looking at her with a wide eye. Ysilla whimpers, her fantasy failing her, and she slips off the side of the bed to settle on wobbly legs. Her palm goes to press at her abdomen, hoping that the pressure will relieve the burrowing ache.Â
They stare at one another, wild animals on alert, a standoff that neither Prince nor Princess can bear to lose.Â
Ysillaâs gaze falls to his lips, and Aemondâs to hers. She bites her lip, sucking the meat into her wet, warm mouth before releasing it with a lurid pop. Aemond groans, an audible surrender.Â
To Hell with it all.Â
They crash into each other like lightning, hands mapping anywhere they can reach. Her body blooms for him, like a flower under the summer sky. He steers them back towards her bed, Ysilla blindly clamoring atop to sit while he stands tall. His touch on her skin has her thighs spreading, opening up and offering herself for his taking.Â
âI canât stop, I can't stop.â He presses kiss after kiss to her mouth, her closeness doing nothing to extinguish the burning in his blood. If anything, she makes it worse, the inferno raging deeper and into his very soul.Â
âI donât want you to stop.â She whines, snaking their legs together and threading her fingers through that beautiful hair of his.
Sheâll enjoy this- him. Every inch of Aemond belongs to her tonight. She thinks of drawing the blade from his hip, and carving her name into his chest. Mark him up nice and neat, streak his pale powdery skin red with her desire. Whatever is happening to her- to them- summons something animalistic, something primitive out of the dark parts of their hearts. All tender fantasies of her future husband treating her with such a tame touch are cleaved in half and fed to the hounds. In their place, filthy, feral desires fester and warp her mind until one lone ambition remains: him inside of her, for the rest of their days.
âWe donât even like each other.â Aemond growls between their parting lips. Ysilla slides her way into his mouth, flirting with the sharpness of his teeth, suckling the sweetness out of his tongue.Â
âWe canât stand each other.â She affirms, breaking their lips apart, her hands already under his tunic, letting her palms drink in the ridges and rises of his impressive physique. She kisses along the strong edge of his jaw, curling her fingers into clenched claws and rips her way down his chest. Not a blade, but he bloodys all the same. Aemond snarls, catching her by the throat so brutally her teeth clack. His eye pierces through her like a blade, and Ysilla relishes in the pain, his touch upon her skin soothing away her ache.
âBitch.â He hisses, what little familial respect they harbor for each other crushed under lust and loathing.Â
âPrick.â She bites back, grazing at his lip to send her point home. Gods, heâs so close but not close enough.Â
Ysilla pulls his hand between her legs- the one not choking her out- and Aemond cups her sex readily. Her heat damn near blisters him, and he grinds his palm into her slick folds, coating his hand in her arousal.
âYessssâŠâ She hisses in sated victory, her blood pumping thick as her body finally gets a taste of what it's been craving. Even one finger of his is nearly too much as he slips it in, the stretch a tepid burn that only gives way as her body adjusts.Â
âYou need to be able to take more than that if you want to take my cock, Princess.â He whispers at her lips, already imagining how tight sheâll be around him. He wonât insult her by asking- he knows heâll be her first. And the thought of that⊠of taking her maidenhead for his own, being the first man to be inside of her, searing himself into her memory that even time wonât take away⊠Aemond has to fucking focus.Â
âI can take it.â She assures him, head nodding wildly, her thighs splitting open even further. His grip has loosened around her throat, and he strokes where itâs sure to bruise, trying to not grow hot at the vision of his mark marring her body. He hums his approval, letting his middle finger glide forward, her essence enough to ease the way into her hole.Â
He scissors them, back and forth, working her pure channel open gently, basking in the silky tensing of her walls. The pained scrunch in her brow has disappeared, giving way to the pleasured furrow of her forehead, her hips beginning to roll up and meet his digits. She grabs ahold of his wrist, stopping his motions, and she pins him in place with a lavender leer.Â
âTake off your clothes.â Itâs a command, no matter if it is spoken in her soft honeyed voice.Â
Aemond loses his shirt and unlatches his belt, tossing it and his sword onto the bench at the foot of her bed. His breeches slide off with Ysillaâs help, her eager fingers untying his laces. He kicks off his boots, not realizing how confined he felt with so many layers hindering him until his skin is bared. She moves backwards, further up her bed and he crawls after her, prowling like a wildcat, covetous sight trained on her.Â
The little minx yanks on his elbow, and he crashes into the mattress and suddenly, heâs the one on his back. Aemond lets Ysilla pin his wrists on either side of him, her victorious smile just as comely as the rest of her. Her breasts pillow against his chest, and dammit, she needs to hover above him so he can catch one in his mouth. But she denies him that treat, squeezing his wrists to focus his attention. Â
âDonât move. Thatâs an order.â His cock twitches from where itâs pressed to her thigh and her lips twitch at his reaction. She kisses his throat, right at the base where his collar bones meet, and her whisper vibrates through to his heart. âGood boy.âÂ
Ysilla takes her time, voyaging down his body, a traveler on a sought after journey. Her tongue flicks out over each of his nipples, teasing the perked flesh with little swipes of her slick pink muscle. She traces her nose over the jutting contour of his rib cage, counts his muscled abdominals until thereâs numbers on both hands, and kisses the scar on his hip, long healed from a tumble off of Vhagarâs saddle when he was just a boy. The fine silver hair trailing down his groin is wispy and it tickles her chin.Â
Aemondâs cock is intimidating, even more so as she takes a lick from root to tip. The journey is longer than first guessed, and she thinks he grows even bigger after the swipe of her tongue, the jut of him swaying in the air as more blood thickens him out. The fact that all of that will be stuffed inside of her makes Ysilla shiver, her cunt yearning for the press of his long fingers.Â
Fervently, she swallows him down until he greets the back of her throat. The salt of him is jarring but not unwelcome- nothing can be unwelcome about this as Aemond sucks in a ragged breath and fists the sheets. The muscles in his arms strain and bulge, a sight that only incentivises her to keep sucking.Â
Heâs a thick, velvety weight on her tongue, her mouth full even with inches still to spare. Her drool dribbles down his staff, and her hand wraps around what she cannot swallow. She glides her lips over his length rhythmically, jacking her fist over the rest of him, retreating with a pop to spit on his tip for more lubrication.Â
Ysilla has always been one for sweets but this? This is a taste she can find herself hankering for. She suckles on the head, dipping her tongue into his slit, shivering at the sharp burst of his spunk on her taste buds. She dives forward again, gagging around him, the intrusion into her throat a strange feeling she forces herself to adjust to.Â
Aemond keeps her hair pushed behind her ears, his thumbs stroking her temples as he fights to not thrust down her throat until she chokes. A familiar tightening in his sack has him voicing the exact opposite of what he wants her to do.Â
âSilla, pull off.â Sheâs on her fucking knees for him, he doesnât need to defile her like this. Doesnât need to treat her like a common whore and make her stomach his load.Â
She ignores him and he says her name again, more firmly, but sheâs such a rebel, swallowing around him once more, letting him feel the constricting vice of her throat. He canât take it- he gives her what she wishes.Â
âSilla, qrugh.â Cursing, he keeps her head still as he empties his balls and fills her belly. He hooks his thumb into her mouth, breathless, breaking the suction and pulls out of her throat. Ysilla coughs, gulping down air and saliva before she gifts him a shiny smile. Aemond scoffs. Unbelievable.Â
âYouâre a nasty little thing.â He pants out, a compliment he means wholeheartedly.Â
She chuckles hoarsely, and her lips are still gooey with his seed.Â
âYou love it.âÂ
The urge to fuck her returns tenfold and he sits up, hand at the back of her neck to wrench her up to his mouth. She whimpers, swapping his cum between their tongues. Itâs sticky and vulgar and overwhelmingly erotic.Â
Ysilla stumbles to her feet, pulling Aemond with her, leading him to the lounge area in front of her hearth. Their mouths remain intertwined, unwilling to part even for a moment. She pushes him into an armchair, the old velvet soft beneath him before following him down, and settling swiftly in his lap.Â
âOff.â He demands but he canât help but be an active partner in his nieceâs undressing. Her hands dash to the hem of her shift, gathering up the skirt hurriedly. His hands glide up her body, caressing the naked skin that is revealed to him as she pulls it up and over her head. Sheâs so sleek with sweat she looks polished- an apple ready to eat, something to be devoured.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â Aemond asks, not for lack of knowledge but to see how far she wishes to take this.Â
Ysilla grins, ducking down and drawing him into an eager kiss. âWhatever you want to do. Just make me feel good.â
Loyal as a hound, Aemondâs mouth goes to her breast, her posture perfectly presenting her chest to him. He takes in as much as he can, greedily sucking and licking until her tender flesh blushes a bright sticky red. He rolls her pert nipple between his teeth, tugging just enough to make Ysilla gasp. She makes pretty sounds- he canât wait to hear what sheâll sound like as he fucks her stupid. He switches to her other breast, feasting on her supple bosom like heâll never eat again. His cock bobs upright, his body needing no time to rest, ready and racing to experience the delicacy of her cunt.Â
The Princess whines, combing through his tousled hair, tugging on it like she would horse reins. Such a commanding queen sheâll be.Â
âNeed it, need you.â She whines, swinging her hips lower, searching for the weeping start of his prick.
âEasy, Ysilla.â He warns, even as his thoughts scream to grip her hips and teach her how to ride him, but sheâs such a stubborn little dragon and her thoughts may be just as commanding as his. She leans back, reaching between her thighs until she brushes at the head of his cock and steadies him. Lining herself up, she sinks torturously slow, downdowndown every inch until she sits upon his thighs.Â
âOh, fuck.â
âOh⊠my.â
They both breathe out, blinking away black stars that dance in their vision, the pollen tapping every nerve ending in each of them until they sputter and fizz uncontrollably.Â
The discomfort fades for her faster than sheâd thought, transforming into a pleasant fullness that she can feel heavily behind her stomach. Ysilla searches for what feels the best, moving faster and faster on Aemondâs lap as each new shift in position guides her further towards the liquid heat in her loins. She settles on swiveling up before dropping back down onto him, riding him like sheâs saddled. Hot streaks of exhilaration engulf her insides, every pass of his cock adding to the ecstasy swirling inside of her. The stretch of him, not just from length but from width as well, itches the scratch left behind after the library disaster. Even as she tried to bring herself to pleasure earlier, there was something missing from her peak. Something thatâs building, stacking, soaring fast in her belly. That final crest of a wave, ready to crash and drown anything thatâs not pure, hot ecstasy-
Before it collapses back into a tidepool. The pitted feeling of falling through the air as you miss a step in the dark settles over her lust, and she jerks. Ysillaâs eyes snap open, her pupils blown so wide Aemond can barely see a ring of amethyst around them. She whines, bouncing on his cock faster, chasing a release sheâs not sure she can find.Â
âQybor, kostilus. I canât cum like this.â Almost to make her point, she circles her hips up, leaving only the head of him kissed by her tight hole before dropping down and taking every inch of him at once. Aemond holds strong to his stamina, refusing to empty inside of his niece so quickly.Â
A shame though, he was so enjoying the view. He winds his arms around her hips, keeping her nice and close as he slips them off of the chair and onto the floor. Several furs keep them cushioned from the chilly stones below and he drags a pillow off the loveseat to ease her up on.Â
âTurn for me, sweetling.â He maneuvers her onto her belly, his grip finding her hips and shepherding her into position onto her hands and knees.
Aemond stands corrected- this view is nice. The burnished copper of Ysillaâs coloring clashes deliciously with his own pale complexion. Her backside is plush and hefty, budding from her shape in a way that invites his attention.Â
Whatever you want to do. Aemond slaps her right cheek, reveling in her sharp gasp, and the way a perfect red welt appears on the smooth skin. He lands another, on the opposite globe, hypnotized by the jiggle of the flesh. He strikes her again because he can, not ignorant to the way his rough treatment has her absolutely dripping down her thighs. Another for good measure, satisfied in the brilliant bruising heâs left behind.
Just make me feel good. He strokes his cock, still slick from her spit and her honey, and lines his head up at her opening. She arches up, dipping down onto her arms, raising her bottom to prop against him. The angle is too good not to take advantage of. Aemond spits, his foamy white saliva dripping viscously into her tight hole and he pushes it inside of her as he strokes forward.Â
Ysilla voices her approval of the new position, wiggling back against him as he goes as deep as sheâll take him. He builds a tempo, in out in out, finding a pace that makes her clench impossibly tighter. His sack slaps intensely at her clit, drawing punchy little gasps out of her that he wants to devour. He digs his fingertips into her hips, thumbs fanning out to stroke the luscious bounce of her bottom. He goes to pause, planning on switching his angle so that some strain can be relieved from her spine.
âNo! Aemond, stay there, right there, yessss.â Ysilla flails her hand behind her blindly, not stopping her begging until she smacks into his naked torso. Aemond stares down at his niece in confusion, catching sight of her profile, her eyes trained intently on something that is certainly not him.Â
He looks up, and catches his reflection staring back at him from across the room. The giant wardrobe mirror is tucked into the corner, and the Gods are good because they're directly in its path, their coupling on display for their viewing pleasure.Â
Aemond drops down, blanketing Ysilla with his body, watching his Other do the same. âOh, I see.â He chuckles, driving into her slowly.Â
Itâs almost as if theyâre watching someone else- surely the couple in the reflection cannot be them. No poise, no manners, not even an ounce of trepidation to be seen. In place, disheveled, howling, rutting animals grind against each other, naked and insouciant in search of their gratification. Aemond enjoys the portrait they make, admiring it so much that he stalls in his thrusting and stills completely inside of Ysilla.
âAemond, come on.â She whines, moving impatiently against him. âNÄkostĆbÄ taoba, making me do all the work.â She mewls, riding down and humping his cock.
Aemondâs trance snaps, and he secures a fistful of her hair, forcing his niece into a backbend. He ignores her yelp, smacking her thigh to halt her gyrations. His lips go to her ear, and this close to her throat, he can hear the lifeblood rushing through her arteries.Â
âWhat was that?âÂ
âI just thought, unhhh⊠just thought you would be a bit more⊠involved in this.â She giggles, fucking laughs even as her bones creak for mercy. Itâs harder to breathe this way, and the lightheadedness spurs on her mouth. âThought you wanted this as badly as I did.âÂ
Little fucking brat. He laughs too, because itâs funny. Funny because of how right she is- he should be more involved in this, a bit more committed. Ysilla stills at the sound, the audible swallow of her gulping nervously has his cock jumping in interest. Her fear is just as tasty as her willingness.Â
He crosses both arms over her chest, his forearms thick bars over her throat and he forces her up, so he can fuck his cock into her belly and watch her tits bounce as he does so. Ysillaâs face contorts into a euphoric mask, her eyes rolling back into her head and her pouty mouth hanging open in slack-jawed pleasure as he pounds her ruthlessly.
âSomething on your mind, Princess?â She doesnât respond, her brain being fucked straight out of her head.
Aemond slaps her face, the sharp crack bringing her back to the present, and back to Aemond fucking her like he owns her. She moans again, her pussy spouting a wash of arousal around his bullying cock. He catches her by the jaw, digging his thumb into the bone and rubbing at the struck flesh of her cheek. His lips are wet at her ear, and she watches him through glossy eyes as he smirks, and bites down on her ear lobe.Â
âAnswer me, Ysilla.â His niece shouts but Aemond has no sympathy for her. If she can dish it out, she can take it. âYou did want this? Or you do want this?âÂ
Heâs searching for the willpower to pull out of her, and put her over his knee to send home his message when she babbles out her acquiescence.
âI want this! Bisa, bisa, bisa, fuck, gaoman gaoman. I want you, Gods, nyke jaelagon ao!â Valyrian braids through her words without forethought, her focus aimed on Aemondâs cockhead tapping at her womb.Â
âSÈłz riña.â She preens at the endearment, throwing her hips back against him frantically. A beautiful toothy smile has broken brightly over her face, Aemond catching sight of it in the mirror before he shatters the grin, nailing a spongy spot inside of her that makes her eyes cross.
âSooo good, so fucking big, feel you right here.â She tries to gesture to her throat but she ends up digging her nails into the arms caging her in, hanging off of him desperately. Her poor battered cunny is still somehow famished for more, the squelch of his cock moving in and out of her a licentious lyric that lulls both loverâs into a trance. Aemond pulls her even tighter to his front, however possible that may be, and plunges repeatedly into her snug cunt, beating the walls of her swollen so she wonât be able to walk without thinking of him first.Â
As if they miss each other, Aemondâs and Ysillaâs eyes meet in the mirror, violent violet and silver steel clashing and melding into one harmonious color.Â
Their stares fall lower, where they meet over and over and over again so brutally. Her thighs glisten in the candlelight, her flesh rippling with every thwack of Aemondâs hips. Itâs so dirty, so primal, so right. Heâs going so deep, he could put a babe in her belly. Just a whisper of that fantasy, of her giving him a child, letting him have such a claim on her breaks her apart.Â
She screams, Aemondâs palm smacking over her mouth as her thighs give out, and she sags to the floor. He follows her down, draping himself over her back, still fucking her in earnest, chasing his own blissful breaking point. He finds it, after three more punishing thrusts. But even as his balls release and he feels Ysilla grow slicker as his seed coats her insides until it leaks a white ring from where theyâre joined, his cock is still hard and heaving from his body.Â
He pulls out and Ysilla sobs at the loss, scrambling on the furs, but her cries disintegrate as sheâs flipped onto her back. Aemond slings both of her legs into the crooks of his elbows, yanking her forward so heâs flush to her thighs, her pussy a pretty little jewel winking up at him. His seed oozes a pearl stream from her fluttering hole and he swipes it up with his cock, and itâs as slippery as oil as he bottoms out inside of her.Â
Fucking Seven, sheâs unreal. âTaking every inch of me⊠like you were made for this, ñuha pretty lÄ«ve.â
âMade for you, I think.â Ysilla gasps, ripping at the furs, trying to anchor herself down so she doesnât burst apart.Â
Aemond nips at her chin, doing nothing to quell the smug smile on his nieceâs lips. âCareful.âÂ
Careful for what? She wants to question so badly. Careful on what she voices aloud, even as they speak it in both of their minds? Careful on implying that her cunt will not weep for him anytime he passes by her? Careful to claim that the only place he should be after tonight is right where he is now?
But it is not the time for words of the heart, so she digs her nails into Aemondâs broad shoulders in a gnaw and throws her head back.Â
âIâm right there. Yes, Aemond, yes!âÂ
Oh, is she now? Aemond grins, slowing his thrusts to purposefully watch her eyes shoot open incredulously.Â
âDonât stop! Fuck, why are you stopping?â Ysilla growls, circling her hips up against him, doing her best to fuck him herself. So desperate, so full of unadulterated desire, she cannot find it within herself to be appalled at her own salaciousness.Â
âI thought you couldnât cum like this?â Aemond mocks and oh, itâs fun to play with her.Â
Her decorum deserting her, Ysilla lets anger lead her movements and her hand flies at his face to strike him. He catches her easily, still smiling that infuriatingly sexy smirk, and drops a modest kiss on the heel of her palm. She melts, her love bitten lips pouting dramatically.Â
âAemond, ñuha zaldrÄ«zes, please.â He likes when she begs- she can see it in the way his jaw ticks, how his skin flushes, as if his body alights in her prayers to him. Aemond wonât acknowledge it, but somewhere deep in his chest, sheâs already wormed her way in. He splits her in half, leaning over her until he can rest his palms by her shoulders, her legs still draped over each of his arms.Â
He drags himself out, inch after inch, agonizingly slow before he lurches forward, making her pussy swallow his entire cock. He groans, finding himself burrowed in the valley of her breasts, letting his hips pummel her in an amorous hammering.Â
âScream for me, love.âÂ
She doesnât need to be told twice- her lungs finding the air to blurt out,
âAemond, fucking hell!â
Ysilla goes limp, her thighs butterflying open, giving him full reign to dictate her pleasure. She squirts, a wet spray soaking his abdomen that puddles beneath them. Her whole body heaves, appearing almost pained in euphoria. Sheâs a holy vision.Â
Fuck, heâs losing his mind. âDo that again.â He demands.Â
He cups the back of her neck, propping her up until theyâre eye to eye. Ysillaâs are lidded, exhaustion heavy weights upon them, but she manages a tiny nod and curves herself upwards for his continued onslaught.Â
Completely at his mercy, his to control, Aemond takes full advantage. Dragging her down by the back of her neck, he plunges himself brutally inside of her cunt over and over, again and again. She lies there and takes it like a good girl, witnessing her uncle destroy her in the name of desire until he grants her mercy, and he strokes her pearl with the sharp edge of his thumbnail and she blacks out.
He chokes, sparks shimmering in and out of his vision as she convulses around his cock. He pulls out of her, spurting striping streaks of white onto her belly. He cums so hard, it splashes over her tits and even pools in the hollow of her throat.Â
Ysilla moans, coming to, rubbing her fingers over the soiled skin of her stomach, blending their releases together in a filthy film that coats her fingers. She pops one in her mouth, and relishes in the blossoming light brightening once more in Aemondâs lone eye. Â
And just as quickly as their relief had come, the satisfaction fizzles out and ravenous blood boiling need takes root once more.Â
They groan, barely taking time to catch their breath before theyâre on each other again. Their mouths are sloppy, leaving trails of saliva down to their chins and along their throats. Ysilla finds a spot she likes over his pulse point and suckles, her left leg wound tight over his hip, rubbing herself off along the unyielding ridge of the bone. Aemond kneads her arse, an apology for his abuse, rolling the voluptuous flesh in his calloused grip all the while dipping his fingertips in and out of her weeping slit.
They tangle in each otherâs webs, so caught up in salt and sin that they donât realize theyâre off the rugs and across the floor until the frigid chill rushes through them.Â
Itâs uncomfortable- their knees will be bruised by the morrow, scrapes along their backs will sting while in the bath, and a crick wonât leave Ysillaâs neck for half a moon. But the stone cools their overheated skin and together is where they still want to be, so all else falls to the wayside.Â
Their mouths have drawn back to each other, Ysillaâs tongue dancing over his back teeth and the roof of his mouth, mapping a place she can only dream of revisiting after tonight. Aemond pulls away and Ysillaâs teeth in his bottom lip scold him for his interruption. He smirks, giving her a departing peck to soothe her sour mood.Â
âI need to meet her properly, Princess.â He says with an uncharacteristic amount of mirth, leaning her back as he dips down to her lower body.Â
Ysilla is bone-weary and dehydrated, but even she knows that doesnât make any sense. She cocks her head in confusion, watching him as he settles on his front, his face so close to her center, the hot damp of his breath makes her quiver.Â
âWho is her- oh! Oh, Seven Hells, Aemond, fucking please-â
Aemond eats her with a fervor sheâs never known, a man starved before being offered the bounty between her legs. Shrill gasps and pitched moans are sounds she thought herself incapable of making, but they sing aloud, her walls stowing them in their stones.Â
Her thighs are tight around his head, but the cushioned flesh does nothing to block out her calls of ecstasy. Music to his fucking ears, he slurps, undignified and ravenous, the parched dryness in his throat at last quenched as he swallows down Ysillaâs honey. No wine, no water could ever satisfy him like she does.Â
She thrashes about on the unforgiving stone, her nails clawing at the ground so harshly that they chip. Heâs sending her into madness, unrelenting in his licking even as she kicks at his sides. Sheâs too sensitive, itâs too much.Â
And then, the realization that he is not only lapping up her arousal but his as well, zings up her spine and has her gushing all over his tongue.Â
She canât control herself anymore. Her worries have faded into nothingness as the night has gone on, as she had bounced on Aemondâs cock and came into his mouth and he into hers, and theyâve drank down one anotherâs spit and sweat and sex. Sheâs whimpering and whining, squeaky sounds with no words, only what her voice is capable of making. The pathetic, needy gasps draw Aemondâs attention immediately. He rises, hovering over her, pulling up her knees to frame his hips. He slides himself home, not being able to breathe until he bottoms out, fully planted inside of her.Â
She whimpers louder as he faces her, the effects of the potion hitting their last peak.Â
âLet me see you. Let me see you.â Ysilla begs, distraught that thereâs still something keeping them apart. They should be bare- exposed and raw and free. Theyâve already come this far- itâs all or nothing.Â
Even with her few words, Aemond understands her completely. He doesnât give himself time to think, time to let self-consciousness tear and twist him up as he rips off his eyepatch.Â
Ysilla sees him- truly sees him- his scar, the jagged split of his brow, the brilliant blue sapphire twinkling a wink at her as it glitters in the low light. Â
âYouâre so handsome.â And then she cries- big, fat, bulbous tears that spill from the corner of her eyes and streak over her cheeks.Â
Aemond wants to comfort her, shush her and stroke her hair. Do all the things he should do with a lover thatâs not only a lover, but his kin as well. A sweet girl he remembers always drawing for him on his nameday, sketching pictures of fearsome dragons. And as the years dragged on, they continued to evolve, growing fiercer and more detailed and she would always say the same thing when she gifted it to him: âthis year, Uncle, this year youâll find your match, I know it.â And here he is now, the Queen of the Skies his dragon, as if Ysilla herself had manifested it to life.Â
But that was so long ago now that it seems a different lifetime, and Aemond realizes he doesnât really know his niece. He doesnât know what she likes and what she doesnât, and that worries him more than heâs comfortable with.Â
âCanât... take⊠much⊠more.â She gulps down a breath after each word. Aemondâs thrusts push so deeply into her guts, that there now seems to be no room for her lungs. He hums, the vibration tickling where theyâre pressed chest-to-chest.Â
âYes you can, jorrÄelagon. Youâve done so well, taken everything Iâve given you. Youâve made me so proud, sweet girl.â He may not know how to soothe her, but Aemond has a knack for telling someone just what they need to hear. Only with Ysilla, he speaks no falsehoods. He whispers his admiration in her ear, keeping her close by a hand cupping her jaw, forcing her to listen to all of his praises, all the while snaking his hand down between them to pinch at her pearl.Â
Small hiccuping gasps couple with her agonized moans; the pride, the pleasure, the pain, all of it an elixir he drinks down his throat as she connects their lips once more, a soft tremble in hers that he soothes with his tongue. They cum together, less intense than their lasts, but still just as satisfying. Aemond spills inside of her, her silken walls milking him for every drop in his fucked out cock. He moans, long and loud into her neck and she peppers his cheek with kisses, her breathing heavy. He collapses, further down on her body so he doesnât constrict her chest.Â
The evening tempo of her breathing beneath his cheek has Aemond focusing on his own, and the two spent lovers take a much needed break to collect themselves.Â
Tremors still shake her thighs, the creamy fawn flesh jumping from overstimulation. Aemond presses a kiss to the inside of her knee, a sweet assurance of relief hopefully not far behind their releases. She pets his hair, no energy left to even raise her head. He rises back up to look upon her face, wiping away a stray tear from her lash. She nuzzles into his hand and it all finally feels like enough.Â
Until it isnât. Until the lust fills them up once more, water in a pail, and it overflows and sloshes thickly in their bellies until theyâre sick with it.Â
Ysilla sobs brokenly, exhausted and at her wits end. Aemond shudders for breath, the pain in his stones throbbing incessantly for relief. Theyâll lose their minds if they keep going- chasing an endgame that is unattainable.Â
Aemond digs deep, attempting to collect himself and become the man Ysilla needs him to be. He tucks her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles behind him, and rises up to his feet with her draped around him.Â
He carries them both on shaky legs, drifting along the wall for support until he rounds the corner to her privy. The golden casted tub is filled halfway with what was once steaming, boiled water but has now grown cool. He swings a leg over the edge, trying not to collapse, Ysilla still wrapped around him like a second skin and settles them both into the pool.
The Princess crumbles, falling to pieces as theyâre engulfed by the water. Her heartbeat still thrums from between her legs, her nipples scraping at Aemondâs chest for attention, as if he had not lauded them with his tongue until they were bruised and sore. The undying urge to mate is at her throat, its teeth gnashing at her veins and claws piercing her hips, ushering her to fucklicksuckfuck again and again and again until her brain would be lost to the lust.Â
But her body is done- every muscle expended, every limb weighted, every bone crushed to nothing but dust. All she can manage to do is whimper softly from where sheâs pressed into her loverâs chest.Â
Aemond cups her face, raising her up so that he can look upon her. Sheâs a sculpture of desire: lips puffy and rubbed red, cheeks flushed, eyes teared and heavy. He did this to her.Â
âOne more, love. One more and then weâll stop.â He promises, the need too heavy in his cock, thickening his member until it lies straight up against her stomach.Â
She nods stiffly, spreading her thighs until they mirror his hips. He taps the head of himself at her entrance, a gentleman waiting for the lady to make the first move. He doesnât have to wait long, Ysilla pushing forward and taking his cock in full until their bellies rest flat against each other. Sheâs as tight as the first time, and the stretch is not lost on her either, her groan equal parts pained and pleased.Â
Aemondâs hands are worshiping as he trails down the elegant column of her neck, the slope of her shoulder, the bloom of her breast, until he finds the small of her back and hugs her tight. They just dance, slow and steady, rolling their hips together, the water shifting with their union. They rest their foreheads against one another, eyes closed and noses brushing.
Aemond isnât sure who leans in first- he thinks it may have been him but Ysilla will say the opposite. Their mouths slot together, innocent and vestal and itâs so much less eager than the times before, but it makes it all the more intimate. He moans weakly and she coos, her hands coming to cradle his face, the breaths they share one in the same. Somehow, itâs as if this exposes them more to each other than being joined so sensuously. A simple press of their lips, doing more for them than a thousand slippery tongues or nimble fingers.Â
A gentle wash of pleasure, one that raises goosebumps along their arms and makes their breaths hitch is all that they get and then suddenly, finally, the call for gratification quiets and all prince and princess are left with is the drip of water off the edge of the tub. Ysilla sighs heavily, sounding every bit thankful and spent. Aemond takes a breath that feels like his first, and he sags against the resistance at his back.Â
Everything is still, weariness seeping into them like ink to parchment. Aemond thinks he could doze off right here, Ysilla a comforting weight atop of him, his manhood still nestled in her center.Â
Her palm is gentle on his cheek, her thumb rubbing back and forth in a tender sweep that stirs his eyelid to open. Sheâs beautiful, even in her enervation and he lets himself savor this moment. The world has paused for them, and it will not go on unless they will it to.Â
âThank you for taking care of me.â She whispers, afraid to shatter the silence. A final brush of her thumb over his bottom lip, softer than a feather, is her parting gift. She unseats herself from him, and even if sheâs the one who wants to leave, her cunt does not agree. Her walls grasp at every ridge and vein of his prick, a caress goodbye until at last they part. Ysilla floats backwards, away from him, and the fact that he has an urge to catch her wrist and pull her back until sheâs closer than skin terrifies him.Â
She curls into a ball at the other side of the tub, an ocean away, and brings her knees to tuck under her chin. She stares at him unflinchingly and he stares back, tiredness glazing over them both.Â
Aemond sighs deeply. One of them has to be the first to depart and since his quarters are on the other side of the castle, he begrudges that it is him who will have to make an exit.Â
âI should go.â
Ysillaâs face is serene, every drop of willpower left in her battling the urge to slip beneath the water and fade away. She nods, a wooden lift and fall of her head.
âI think thatâs best⊠Iâm sure the whole castle knows what weâve been up to.âÂ
Why her response stings, he wonât let himself dwell over. Nothingâs changed (everything has changed), they will soon return to their routines and carry on with their lives (neither one of them will be able to think of anything else but each other for the better part of a year). He rises from the water, stepping out and over the tub, reaching for a linen to at least try and make himself decent.Â
It is she who catches his wrist in reality, her thin fingers looping over the bones until she surrounds him like shackles.Â
âBut⊠maybeâŠâ Her eyes traverse their way down his body, revisiting the spots she had tasted, had bitten, had sucked. Her tongue snakes out, wetting her swollen flesh and he has to think of the night he lost his eye, the stench of manure, anything to keep the blood from rushing to his spent cock.Â
âGods, Aemond, whatâs one more bad decision tonight?â Sheâs not looking for an answer, not out loud, looking deep into his eye instead. Searching for an understanding sheâs not sure is there.Â
âStay? With me?â Even after all the carnal ways theyâve explored each other, itâs those three pleading words that send Ysillaâs heart galloping in her chest as she voices them.Â
He stares at her, unanswering and still, and dread creeps up her neck in a cold chill.Â
âYour chamber is a mess. We both need to eat and drink something other than wine. Not to mention sleep.â Aemond states stonily. Ysilla swallows passed the knot in her throat, sinking deeper into the water. Her fingers release him and she drifts away, in both body and mind.Â
Aemond catches her fingers, and he threads his through hers like theyâre meant to be there. He rubs small, soothing circles about her knuckles, and he brings them to his mouth on pure instinct, and presses a chaste kiss to the bones.Â
âSo I best bring you to my room then, to make sure all of that happens, no?âÂ
Aemond smiles first before Ysilla returns it widely. Hers is the sun appearing from behind a cloud, warmth bathing him, and welcoming him home.Â
.
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qrugh . shit
Qybor, kostilus . Uncle, please
NÄkostĆbÄ taoba . Weak boy
(I want this!) Bisa, bisa, bisa, fuck, gaoman gaoman. I want you, Gods, nyke jaelagon ao! . This, this, this, fuck, I do I do. I want you, Gods, I want you!
SÈłz riña . Good girl
ñuha pretty lÄ«ve . my pretty whoreÂ
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â ONE OF HIS GIRLSSSS ! ,
᥎êȘ«â sum. toji ends up finding out maybe his best friend's daughter isnât so innocent after all once he walks in on you and your precious 12k viewers. he grows amused by your little side hustle as a cam girl. but actually, maybe having him as a special guest wasnât so bad. (girl it was)
wc. 6k
warnings. fem! reader, vĆyerism, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), unprotected, praise, dirty talk, squĂrting, cunnĂlingus, slight dumbification, impact play, size kink, spit.
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âguys, iâm serious,â youâd utter, your monitor staring right back at you â a full live audience of over twelve thousand eyes listening to you speak. you were cooped up in your room, slouching on your chair with your legs pressed together. âheâs totally real. we even almost got caught one time.â
you were referring to your dadâs best friend, tojiâŠ
just muttering his name aloud made you feel all sorts of tingles. oh, to think how that 'one time' was just about three days ago. you still remember everything like it just happened, the intoxicating taste of tojiâs lips, his unforgettable loud cologne scent, how fucking mean he was, you missed him, who were you even kidding. last time you checked, him and your father went out somewhere. you didnât bother to care where, probably fishing or something.
skimming through the plethora of donations with filthy questions, thirsty provocative questions that desperately craved your attention, you read one, âhow is he in bed, ohâwell,â and you squeeze your thighs before re-adjusting your screen. âheâs okay. i had to fake my orgasms a few times though, figures âcause heâs kinda old.â
âoh yeah?â
as if on cue, there toji stoodâright outside your doorway, hands buried in his deep roots of pockets and that same unreadable expression. heâs sending you straight daggers, you crane your neck to glance at him before you panic, âuh, iâll talk to you guys later.â
ânah keep that shit on, girl,â he shakes his head, trodding his bare feet towards you. you mentally face palm. you could have sworn he was out somewhere with your father. âjust when i thought ya couldnât get even freakier,â he mutters, and heâs now behind youâgreen irises peering at your monitor. the chat suddenly spams with some of your audience lusting over toji, wondering if heâs a special guest. âheyyy,â he says to the screen, his voice was a pitchy low and then you gasp once he throws an arm around you. ïżœïżœïżœis he a special guest?â and then he turns to you with a sly grin. âi donât know, princess . . am i?â
â. . . i mean i guess,â you speak, not even realizing how your tone softens a bit. this always happened, whenever you were just a few feet away from toji, youâd feel so tense. itâs officially been a week since the two of you were screwing aroundâyou hadnât gotten caught, at least you think you havenât gotten caught. the thrill of it all though, it was enticing. he eyes your little set up and heâs amused more than anything. âthis is the guy i was telling you guys about,â you avert your dilated pupils back towards the bright screen. âthis is . . . toji.â
âheh yo,â he scoffs at the screen with a greet, seeing how your confidence fades the moment heâs in the room with you. toji leans beside you, eyeing the lewd comments before one catches his eye. âtell him to turn around. what for?â
you sheepishly grin at the webcam, knowing some of your aroused fans wanted to take a quick peek at tojiâs ass. to be fair, you couldnât exactly blame them. you stare a bit yourself, and it was definitely. . . something.
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âhow come yâer all shy? i heard what youâve been saying âbout me, yâknow,â toji mumbles. he stands tall, cracking his neck towards the left. his entire frame, he was always so handsome. you take a moment to glance up at him, his perfectly chiseled physique. he looked like he was about to head to the gym, he had on a simple wife beater with dingy grey sweats. his gaze he had towards you was purely tantalizing. â. . ah,â he inches closer towards you, bending down as you sat on the office chair, getting right up close to your face. âwhy donât you repeat that last bit for me. you fake your orgasms with this old man?â
âi didnât âŠ.â you trail off, trying to come up with some excuse. suddenly, it felt hot. you felt hot.
your heart starts to race the more he stared you down. the chat was going at a much more rapid speed, itâs like your viewer count doubled the moment toji entered. then you thoughtâmaybe this would do you some good, having him as a special guest didnât seem so bad.
he lightly grabs your chin, making you peer straight into his eyes. âi stay away from you for three days ân it seems like you forgot how to act.â
toji did have a point precisely, for the last three days you basically had the entire house to yourself. him and your father went out to some business trip, you missed him though.
of course, if you tagged along youâd be sure youâd both get caught so you just offered to watch over the house. it was as if the more time you spent with toji, the more you started to feel something.
you didnât know what it was, it was hard to put into detail, put into pure wordsâbut you knew for certain, you didnât wanna stop seeing him. it was spring break after allâŠ
âi meant what i said,â you mutter.
while returning his gaze, tojiâs eyes widen for a bit, off guard by your sudden switch of attitude. you had a bit of a plan, you decided if you played along, your sweet thousands of fans would eat it up. and they were, the repetitive high-pitch sounds of constant donations rang through your ears before you continue to speak. âi faked everything, toji.â
his eyes linger into you for a long time before he drags a thumb down your lip. âwell shit. that so?â and his voiceâit pitches a dangerous tune. you already start to feel your thighs squeeze together more tightly. âmhm,â he grunts, watching you nod your head in response. he scoffs to himself before grumbling. âmaybe i should make it more real for you then.â
with such simple words, trust and believe he does.
tojiâs way of making it more real was to simply have you ride his face, all in front of your audience too.
for some reason, you felt burning up coming to the sheer realization that literally all eyes were simply on you. a quick glance at your blue light monitor and the viewer count displayed a hefty whopping amount of 12,295. all you could think about it was the hefty bank you were about to make.
your legs quaver as tojiâs laid flat on your old bed, having you take your seat right on his face â his breath is hot as he runs his tongue alongside your inner thighs before giving you a stare. âeyes down here, not them,â he snarls, and you moan once he spanks your pre-soaked clit, your panties still attached. âthey arenât about to fuckinâ eat you out, are they?â
ânâno,â you murmur out, looking down back at him and he slowly runs a fat thumb down your slit.
oh, you were soaked alright.
a cute little damp spot between the middle part of your underwear makes an appearance and he slides his tongue all against it. heâs so slow with it all, making sure to take his time to make you pout out for him. âtoji,â you mumble, feeling your tummy sink in before you huff out a single breath. heâs still so attractive, even underneath youâa little yet nice amount of facial hair scatters near certain parts of his face. scattered specks of brief darkened hair near his sharp jaw paint his face like an empty canvas. you run a finger against his chin and he shoots you a sleazy grin. âhurry up, toji.â
dark eyes flicker back towards you before he gifts your sopping pussy a mean spank. âhurry up toji,â he mocks your tone. you melodically whimper, watching as he licks a single stripe between your covered slit. âshut the fuck up. âm gonna take my time with you since apparently you âfakeâ everything.â
you couldnât help but merely slip out a giggle, your comment really offended him in some way. obviously, you were joking thoughâyou and toji both knew he knew how to snatch multiple orgasms out of you at once. he was quite a skilled man without question, with his tongueâhis dick, literally anything.
although, you snap out of your salacious thoughts the moment you feel him latch his tongue against your folds. it took you a minute to realize your panties were already off, he practically ripped them off and he was already digging in. you whimper, hovering your weight over his face before staring at the lit up monitor.
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youâre starting to grind against his face, a hand combing through his hair before your bite your lip. toji stares at you, dragging a thumb down your puffy slit before leaning back to spit on it. he was always such a sloppy manâno shame in the world. youâd feel yourself pulsate whenever he did that, departing his lips away from your cunt before collecting a good wad of saliva to coat your folds with such a sheeny translucent color.
squelch after squelch, undeniably you were sopping. his nose briefly prods against your nub and you whine once he finally starts to actually eat you out.
âf-fuckkk.â youâd breathe, intaking a sharp breath. sudden dizziness overtook youâa thrum escapes from your sheeny lips as you rock your hips forward. it was hypnotic, the way you move against his mouth. toji looked so pretty underneath you too. his eyes, so hooded and half liddedâsuch a hungry gaze, a starved animal. he starts tantalizingly slow at first, making sure to lay the flat of his tongue against your entrance before simply digging in.
sideâtoâside, his head continues to swiftly shift and move as heâs devouring his meal, a thumb continues to strum against your slick arousal before he starts to suck, suck, suck.
candy, a perfect way to describe your taste in tojiâs humblest opinion. he could never get enough, a few long strands of his hair tickles against your thighs as he resumes his sloppy eating. âmhm. pull on it.â he says between hot breaths, and you feel a sudden fire ignite inside of you. you knew immediately he was referring to his hair. such ruffled, messy strands desperately awaiting to be tugged by your fingers.
so you doâyou take a good grab, lightly yanking him forward and he grunts.
â. . harder,â he rasps, and heâs already starting to look blissed out. eyes all glazed over, you wriggle over his face before you feel a sudden shiver overtake you. you pull harder and his face goes right against your cunt. you sloppily swipe against his nose like a credit card and he smirks at you. âthatâs what âm talking about. ride my face, girl.â
his words, his filthy vulgarly words guide you through it all.
each pulse makes you twitch even moreâeach breath that runs out your mouth feels like itâs going to be your last, especially with a tongue like tojiâs. he makes sure not to miss a drop, slurping quite everything out of you. he was a manânot necessarily a clean one, but he was never scared of a little mess. you start to coat the bottom part of his chin with your slit, itâs glistening so much.
after a while, tojiâs already drunk off of your sweetened taste. every few flicks of his tongue against your nub makes cute whimpers coo out your throat and you only tighten the grip against his hair.
âr-right there, âs good when you suck there, toji.â
âcause i know what the fuck âm doing.â he grumbles back, bringing his same thumb to slide down your slit. he repeats it again and again. smearing your own mess right back on you, only to clean it up. he was a messy man, and with a tasty pussy that you hadâyou only made him ten times messier.
he was never one to complain though, tojiâs the type to never say thank youâhe shows you how grateful he is, it involves with being between your legs.
toji fushiguroâŠ
a sleazy man without a single care in the word, maybe messing around his with best friendâs daughter slash colleague was a bit taboo. but did he careâno, was he gonna stop doing itâno, was he perhaps catching feelings for you the more time he spends with you? were you catching feelings?
. . .
unanswered questions, even if you asked yourself that question, you honestly couldnât even know how to reply. the two of you never really labeled anything, so this was just a simple spring break fling right?
once courses resume and you go back to your well prestige university your father got you into due to connections, thatâd probably be the last youâd see of him. toji fushiguro, the man youâve been screwing around with for the past almost two weeks. itâs almost safe to say that you started to get attached to his presenceâsometimes itâs like the two of you didnât even care if you got caught. there was literally a time where toji fingered you under the table during dinner.
that was . . embarrassing.
the way you were trying to withhold a conversation with your fatherâheâs just rambling you about what a boring day he had at the office and youâre over here gushing on his best friendâs fingers. you find yourself thinking about that specific moment all too wellâas well as the various other ones, him fucking you on the hood of his car, in the living room, and even the bathroomâwhich your panties ended up getting found.
oops.
âtold you to keep those fuckinâ eyes on me,â he hoarsely raspsâsnapping you out of your lewd reminiscing fantasm. his tongue, itâs swirling all against your clit as you focus your attention back towards him. with two big hands, he holds your jerky hips steadyâfeeling you rut against his mouth before he feels you pulse right in his mouth. âyeah.â he mutters, bringing two digits to prod towards your slick entrance. you whine, feeling him slowly insert them with easeâso wet, he was almost in awe at how you were dripping like a faucet. not even a faucet could compare nor describe how sodden your sweet cunt was. each lap he makes with his tongue gets more filthy, it turns into sucking before youâre practically spasming all over again.
you moan, hands still tight and rigidly tangled within his strands before you take a quick peek at your laptop. so many eyes were on youâso many more eyes now, the count was steadily doubling, the donations you were receiving made your mouth nearly water. tip after tip, your pupils turned into green dollar signs. this was probably the most viewers you had in the entirety of your little cam girl side hustle.
all thanks to toji.
youâre getting close, itâs inevitableâespecially with the way your hips continue to rock back and forth. a cute rhythm he got accustomed to, toji brings two rough hands towards the fat mounds of your ass before squeezing it. he was always a handsy man, feeling all over your body. green pools of eyes stare right at you as youâre intaking each staggering breath that escapes your spit-glossed lips. âc-close, toji,â youâd babble out, your knees almost buckleâa sudden twinge pouring into your lower abdomen before you mewl. âgonnaâcum, gonnaââ
âbaby hold it,â he says sternly, the base in his voice never failing to make you wet. he breaks his lips away for a moment before he glances at the screenâan upside down position. âhm. chat, should the pretty girl finish early?â
your heart dropsâyou knew how many trolls you had in your audience, and before you could cutely tell him to just let you climax, he hums in amusement at the incoming flood of comments.
chososbootylicker29: Petition to have Toji oiled and cheeked up
zorosballswallower: NOOOOO
anonymoususer: dad?
gojoclitoru: lol no.
and with many others the comments continue to flood.
majority of the answers being noâyou hated being edged, loathed it. especially with toji because he was so damn mean. he snickers, reading the responses upside down before you feel the two tips of his fingers shove way deep inside you. your back arches and you whine ore he holds your hips in place with a single hand. âlooks like yâer little fans want you to wait pretty girl,â and you look down at him with a cute glareâhis lips depart and his entire mouth from the very bottom of his chin was damp. even still, he looked so attractive. âcute. a glare ainât gonna change nothing though,â and a pout shortly stretched against your lips as he runs his tongue near your frantic pulsing clit. he brings a spank to it and it makes you whine. âbe a good girl ân wait a little longer.â
âi canât,â you frown out, and that only earns another sharp spank towards your folds.
âyes you fuckinâ can,â and you start to whine once he stops eating you out. it felt so warm, all of a sudden the cold air wafts against your skin and you shudder. toji loves more than anything to spank your pussy whilst staring right into your eyes. âif i tell my girl to wait, sheâs gonna wait.â
my girlâŠ
for some reason, that made your pulsing ten times worse, a plethora of butterflies arise inside your stomach and youâre still just hovering over his face.
he palpates his fingersânot his tongue to rummage all inside your cunt, you frown cutely. you wanted his tongue, not his stubby thick fingers. although, the thing you wanted most was to finish. as you grind against his face, you feel his infamous scar run against your pussy and it tickles. it tickles in such a way that it drags out a sweet crying moan from you.
âtâtoji,â you start to grow impatient. heâs just teasing you, blowing against your folds with warm breath, swiping his nose alongside your sopping entrance, anything but tasting you again. he likes seeing you like this, on the brink of tears because you got denied a climax. it started to come closer and closer until once it was finally thereâyou puff up your cheeks for a split second before moaning. âg-god, i canât hold it. âm gonna cummm.â
âwait,â he utters in a husky rasp, watching as you quaveringly hover over his faceâchin just soaked with your arousal, he licks the bottom of his lip before tittering at you. âyou finish when iâm ready.â
âf-fuck you,â you whimper, and you end up cumming anywayâheâs taken aback but it only arouses him even more. the brat, oh the brat that you were. one of the many things he liked about you, you were submissive but not entirelyâyou had a backbone, you talked back to him, you even had the nerve to roll those pretty eyes at him.
it hits you like a semi-truck.
illegal full speed, the brakes were had to step on and you feel it just strike right into you at full force. your orgasm, you scoot your hips forward against his mouth and now heâs the one glaring at you. toji laps up all of you, two fingers spreading your clit apart before he spits on it again. âyou just donât listen, huh,â and his voice was even lower than it was beforeâa rich baritone lingering underneath it. youâre riding out your climax when he lightly shoves you on the bed.
in your mind, youâre thinking . .
finally, the good part.
toji grimaces at the cute smile that goes against your lips. youâre eager just as himâ not to mention, itâs been three days since heâs touched you. âdonât get too excited, brat,â he grumbles with a scowl tugging the corners of his mouth. he plops onto the bed before staring down at you. âbend the fuck over for me. fake orgasm my ass.â
so blunt, you immensely complyâso impatient for him to just be inside of you.
the piles of donations triple by this point, and you try to take a peep at your screen before he spanks your ass. âass up, face down little girl. donât got all day.â
âsorryyy,â you giggle with a mere eye roll.
testing tojiâs patience was always so fun for you. for whatever reason, getting on his nerves really turned you on. once you finally bend over for him, two hands grab the fats of your ass and you bite your lip once he prepares to align himself. youâre facing your bright lit screen.
the comments talking more about toji than you and you pout . . . figures though. heâs hot, no wonder all the attention would be on him instead of you.
with his right hand, he wraps it around his thick length before rubbing his tip against your pre-drenched entrance. he grunts, witnessing how your pussy tries to swallow him so easilyâŠ
youâre puckering, awaiting for him to stuff you full as youâre slump right into the mattress. âbut sweetheart, yâer not sorry,â he grunts, smacking his fat tip against your slick folds. a soft mewl runs out the back of your throat before you arch just a bit more. with another spank, he snarls in a huff, ânot gonna fuck ya that easy. yâer gonna have to use those manners if you wanna get what you want.â
âhuh?â
âhuh?â he mocks, kissing your ass with another spank from his palm. âyou canât hear? speak, girl. talk âta me nice.â
glossy eyes of yours avert towards your screen, everyoneâs lusting over toji and it only fuels his ego even moreâyou easily felt yourself throb, a pout never leaving your lips before you inhale.
âplease . . â you start, feeling him softly drag a hand against your curves, your physique. his touch always had you weak, taking in every part of your frame. all his . . just for these few weeks.
âplease what?â
âplease fâfuck me,â you grumble, and youâre growing more and more irritatedâhe hums to himself, amused. each second you spend speaking, each second he could be inside of you. you and him both knew that.
toji rubs his leaky tip with a bit more pressure against your pussy, just a a little more and heâd be inside. you started to feel your mouth salivate before you start to whine. âhm,â he ponders to himself, green eyes occasionally staring at the laptop that had about hundreds of comments spamming per second. âfine. i feel like beinâ nice to you today, especially since i havenât seen my girl in a hot minute,â and again, he refers to you as his girl. it sends an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies brewing up in your stomach before he spanks you for probably the umpteenth time now. ânow, arch a liiiitle more ân stare at your fans for me, yeah.â
youâre propped on the mattress with your ass all up in the air. from your screen as you stare at it, you spot tojiâs mirroring reflection. that sly smile that slowly and gradually forms against his lips.
âlie the fuck down.â he mutters, feeling you try to sit up. you do, intaking a single breath before you feel him huff out a low puff. tojiâs eyes stare right at your ass, he takes every moment in. the way you suck him in, itâs just filthy. the saturated squelches that shortly follow afterwardâso filthy.
a six letter word to perfectly describe this entire situation.
arched over for your dadâs best friend, who would have thoughtânot you, not in a million years.
â . . . shit,â he pants, and youâre so wet. you moan, pawing at the fat silk sheets in front of you. so many flooded comments of your audience merely thirsting over toji, wishing desperately that they were in your position. ( . . quite literally . . )
and tojiâs just so fucking big.
heâs got a lofty height of inches under his belt.
metaphorically speakingâjust a single sharp thrust and youâre speechless.
the wind gets snatched out of your lungs and itâs so vigorous that your headâs spinning. this entire angle, heâs got you right where he wants youâon all fours with your ass perked up. toji canât keep his hands to himself anyway, his hands roam all over your waist before holding both hips in place. clammy hands just about stick to your skin before he starts to create a decent pace.
a slow pace â a slow pace that turns more mean.
languidly, you feel yourself leaning to his touch as he runs a hand down your spine.
toji brings one leg up to deepen the position and not even moments later, your lips part.
âtâtoji . . ah ah,â and you donât even recognize yourself. he repositions himself for a split second, making haste with his hips before sliding his feet right past your knees. with this, itâs more stimulation and you feel it all. just the right amount of pressure, his balls sharply thwack against your ass and it makes your mind cloud up with fuzz.
â. . damn,â he groans, a hand grabbing towards the back of your university hoodie. as he leans forward, dark viridescent colored pupils stare at your rear. the way it jerks and recoils against him, everytime . . itâs the best part. even more when he spanks it, deepening his hips against your cunt to earn out a cute whine or two from you. for what seemed like the millionth time, toji kisses the right cheek of your ass with various spanks. the sting has you gnawing on your lip like itâs candy, curling your toes up with a few droplets of sweat coating the bridge of your nose. âmissed this pussy, three days too fuckinâ long, brat.â
âi missed you tâ.â
âgirl hello? i wasnât talking to you.â
you frown, and it follows from a snicker from him.
â. . . so dramatic,â heâd eye roll once he hears you blow out a cute sigh. âfine, i did miss you,â and that was only a half lie. you knew in actuality, he missed whatâs between your legs. toji still remained sassy as usual, it never left and itâd always stay. heâs buried all into you, deep to the hilt that each time his angry reddened tip drives against that spot, you squeal out in sweet pleasure.
it didnât take him long to locate it, your g-spot. after a while you start to feel your pussy open, spreading wideâgaping. he was so ridiculously big, itâs leaving such question marks floating over your forehead because how can someone be this thick.
with a gruffâtoji groans, veins bulging through his veins as he yanks your hoodie forward into him. heâs lenient, at least for a good while. letting you have your fun, get drunk off his cock before he edges you a more . . . oh just maybe.
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hotpeach03: Toji please Iâm a single mom
your chat continues to spate, itâs so much that as your eyes watch them all flood down the logs, you could barely read the words.
heâs so deep inside, youâre almost drooling.
the stretchâhe always leaves you so full, lips all parted and that same gaping mouth opening. pant after pant, youâre heaving heavily with your chest feeling tight and warm. âso deep,â youâd shriek, and he makes your arch lower just a bit further. heâs hitting all the right spots, not missing a single area. his dick retreats as it pulls out, then back againâtwitching all inside of your cunt, he lunges forward with his hips before making you plop on your chest. â. . . .ohmygodohmygoddd,â and you were so whiney, you still canât believe such pathetic noises slither past your damp lips. engulfed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him tight, he spanks you again . . . and again, and again.
âmiss me that bad, huh?â he starts to speak. his voice was a pitchy rasp. a gruff base hides underneath it and you can hear the grit lingering like he needs to clear his throat. nevertheless, you throb anyway as heâs jackhammering his cock right into your swollen cunt over, and over, and over. âthat why ya keep walkinâ around with these outfits? with no fuckinâ panties underneath, yeah?â
âforgot,â you whimper, shuddering once you feel toji grow playful. he trails his thumb towards your neglected puckering hole, fiddling with it just to get a reaction out of you, and he does. âs-sorry, âm sorry.â
âyou donât just forget to put panties on, slut,â he groans, and he feels himself approaching soon. itâs at the tip of his tongueâhe feels the burn arise in the lower parts of his thighs, veins contouring to bulge all throughout his body. âwonder what yâer old man would think. ya only pull this shit âcause âs just you ân me here.â
he was right.
then againâif youâd have your father here, youâd never pull a bold stunt like that.
youâd rather drop dead than save yourself the embarrassment. funny though, considering the amount of times you almost got caught.
âso . . â you mumble, and thatâs when he presses his weight right against you this time. ah, prone bone.
you were really in for it now, thickly you swallow before his weight merely hovers over your ass, really deep in you this time.
he vigorously rams his thick cock into your sweltering cunt thatâs hugging him oh so tight. heâs such a tease tooâusing every few chances he gets to poke and gingerly rub a thumb against your pulsating hole.
sweet moans die from your throat as youâre clinging onto the bedâsuch force that the springs nearly collapse from the whopping amounts of weight creating sheer impact. each thrust, it rings rapidly throughout your ears before toji groans. âfâfuck,â heâd groan, ignoring your little attempts of pure bratiness. you were at your wits end, smothering your glossed lips together before you feel his rounded cockhead mash against your most forbidden spots. spots that was so deep inside the inner areas of your cunt that it makes you mewl out in pure ecstasy. âgonna make me fill you up, princess,â he huffs out, tugging even tighter on the bottom part of your cerulean blue pull over. âsâshit,â and his gruff voice pitches time and time again. for a moment, you think you can hear toji whimper. it was real subtle though, but you heard it. loud and clearly. âgonna take it like you always do?â
âyesyesyes,â you nodâwords pouring out of your lips like a waterfall, kneading your fingers into your palms as you bawled up the bedsheets right into your hands. with hooded droopy eyes, you stare at the screen with a dumb expressionâhe then takes the opportunity to get closer, grabbing you by the hair before holding your head up in front of your thousands of viewers.
âyes what, girl.â
you whine, feeling how perfectly his dick mashed throughout your foldsâso easy for him, he was so thick that the stretch was simply immaculate.
âyesss, âm gonna take your c-cum, toji,â youâd pant, feeling your own eyes roll backwardsâyou probably looked a mess in front of your own thirteen thousand viewers, but you could care less. all that your empty brain could fathom was how you were ludicrously stuffed with his hefty cock. heâs drilling into you so good that that it almost feels like a massage. rough fingers run down your spine with one hand, another holding your head by the hair like itâs a prized possession before you whimper. âfuck me, fuck me, fuhââ
toji slaps a hand over your mouth the minute he hears something from downstairsâsure enough, it had to be your father.
shit.
he must have came home early. you remember him mentioning to you he was taking a trip to the corner store after work, probably to get some booze for him and toji to enjoy for some dumb football game.
âhoneyyy? you up there?â
you moan, almost feeling your eyelids grow heavy as heâs still holding your head up in front of your laptopâhis reflection in the screen just pounding into you at full speed.
already, youâre coating the back of his hand with nothing but your damp salivaâsuch a dirty girl, preferably his dirty girl.
maybe you were a bit delusional, no. you were very delusionalâmaybe this could go somewhere? then. again, it was no secret on how tojiâs only around to get his dick wet, a reality that you forevermore choose to ignoreâuntil youâd soon find out how that would bite you in the ass later on.
dead silenceâyouâre just muffling out mewls right into his mouth, and as if on cue, toji ends up finishing inside of you. itâs so much, velvety ropes of hot nut that fill the very insides of your pussy, shooting straight into your womb that your tummy flutters. itâs so much to where it spews out of your hole, heâs gotta poke his thumb in and swipe some out with the way it continues to leak. itâs so dirty, then againâtoji fushiguro was a dirty man, the dirtiest.
âare ya gonna reply ân let yâer old man know youâre getting off his best friendâs cock or . . ?â
his words, such a tease that heâs still slowly pumping into you. gradually but slow, he plugs into your wallsâseeping with cum that oozes out of your folds and you stare at the screen with a cute cock-drunken expression. âmmph,â was your reply, the only reply you could formulate since his big hand almost covered your entire face. so you give him a concise nod, hooded eyes feeling dry from staring at the screen for so many amount of minutes.
eventually, your father leaves and returns back to what he was doing . . . phew.
âthatâs right,â he whispers in a low risquĂ© tone, bringing a kiss towards the left part of your neck.
so tenderâyouâre gathering the strength to sit up but you end up slumping forward. with a pathetic, âoofâ you land on your chest, your own climax at the very edge. itâs cute because you end up finishing around the same timeâyour chest feels heavy, lungs tightly collapsing and all. the perfect way to describe your orgasm was a bombâa bomb that was ticking and ticking, preparing to detonate before it finally does. instead, the destruction was you squirting, all over tojiâs dick that stuffed you full. heâs so close up to your ear, hot breath fanning against your earlobe before he continues to speak. â. . oh, yâer fuckinâ dumb right now, arenât ya. can barely speak.â and he removes his hand to where a trail of your spit departs. so lewd, youâre spasming from your recent release before with a quick glanceâyou stare at your monitor. you surpassed your tip goal by a huge milestone, yet like toji saidâyou were too dumb to even process let alone acknowledge it.
âtâtoji,â you whimper, feeling the remnants of his sweet and savory seed pour down the crevices of your thighs. it was sticky, sticking to your skin like glue, sweltering of its entirety.
âcome here, princess.â
it surprised you. for once, he was being . . . soft.
you reach backwards, closing your laptop before leaning right into toji. you moan, feeling his beefy ripped arms wrap around you, bringing you right into his embrace. bulky arms go around your waist and he pulls you into a sloppily heated kiss.
simultaneously, your heart skips a few beatsâa few, probably an understatement. he tastes sweet, you could make out a brief tang of liquor on his tongueâa taste you didnât want to ever forget. as your tongue rummages against his, you moan once he gets a bit handsy, a hand going right between your legs to feel the mess he made. the mess you made yourself also.
breathy pants could be heard from your lips as you press your dampish perspiring hands all on his bare chest. heâs wearing a somewhat of a formal shirt â you tug on his collar, yearning for him to come closer, to touch you more, hold you more. something, whatever it was was just brewing up inside of the very depths, the very pits of your stomach.
toji groans, the warmth of his breath wafting against yours before he pulls you away to get a good glimpse of you. a big hand holds your waist, and his eyes peer into you for a long time before as if he hesitatesâhe kisses the top of your forehead, only to stare away with a scowl.
â. . . toji,â you murmur, and by this point you werenât speaking with your brainâmore so with your heart. it was apparent, especially with the way your droopy hooded eyes suddenly soften the moment you speak out the two syllables in his name.
âlet me speak first.â he grouses, a thumb stringing alongside your back, gently strumming against your skin. with the way you gazed at him, making him lie back before aligning yourself, it was clear as day that you wanted more of him. he leans back, long strands of black hair run down his face with his legs sprawled before he prepares to finish.
you straddle him, sitting flat on his lap and heâs so warmâheâs a bit flustered, flaccid from his release and of course a bit sensitive. itâs quite rare to see toji in such a . . . vulnerable state. perhaps you soften him in a few ways or less. at least, thatâs what youâd like to think.
it takes him a long time to formulate the words, itâs as if his tongue was tiedâweird for him considering itâs toji, heâs always direct and blunt.
and yet for once, you have him speechless.
toji lets off a irritated sigh before while what seems like forever, he mutters out a gruff, âshit. i . . i think âm in love with you.â
â . . . â
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this time itâs different, imagine neteyam knelt in front of you and begging you not to go after he betrayed you? câmon now guys i canât be the one whoâll only suffer with this idea that struck me đ â wc is 2.6k !!
warnings - vulgar language, neteyam cries you guys NETEYAM CRIES!! my poor baby. oc gets/feels betrayed, one slap mention, where neteyam who is the mighty future leader of the clan kneels in front of you and begs for forgiveness, he fucked up :(
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âi trusted you.â â neteyam sully (â
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part (two) â (three) â (four) of this series.
the naâvi females are gathered to spend time together and talk teas while their significant others and soon to be mate left for a war party. you on the other hand being one of them, or so you thought as you all laugh and bring the old moments or funny moments you all had
ââŠand thatâs how i met tarâkeyâ one of the female navi blushes as she tells her story of how she met her mate years ago.
âthatâs so heartwarming, oh mother eywa!â the other females giggle and awe. youâre silently sat as you try to ignore some of the noisy naâviâs whispering until they mention the soon to be olo'eyktan and your ears perk up
âhave you heard about the first born of the sully family being set up for a mate?â
youâre somehow confused and excited when they mention about mating because you knew it was going to be you. neteyam was going to be mated with you.
âyes! and iâve heard sheâs so pretty as to very similar to her motherâs beauty.â the other whisper
her mother? you never had a mother growing upâŠ
âsheâs so lucky, honestly imagine being the future mate of the future oloâeyktan? so dreamy.â the girls sigh imagining it and let a soft giggle out. youâve frowned as you try to thinking deeply and try to make sense in what just the naâvi girls said
the female clan keeps murmuring and talking as they make friends with huge circle and a wooden fire in the middle of the circle, while youâre trying to put pieces together.
what do they mean âbeauty of her mother.â when you didnât even have one? neteyam and you were soon to be mated, yes you knew that and he told you he only wants you in his future but what the girls talked about was another completely different person
you wanted to run to neteyam and ask what youâve just heard but he wasnât near by, he has already left to the war party right after he made love to you as a good bye the whole night, you were crying mess being of how you loved this man as he cradled you to his body and held you tight.
youâre confused and somehow trying everything but decide to eavesdrop to what the two females are talking. âi havenât seen her here, did she not want to join us?â the one asks before the other scoffs,
âof course she wonât, after all sheâs the future leader of the omatikaya clan.â the other states, now youâre feeling way too desperate to know about her but itâs breaking your heart to figure out itâs not you
and this means? neteyam lied to you.
ânever mind, letâs just get back to what we were listâ oh mother eywa! sheâs here! sheâs here!â
your heart starts to beat faster as your eyes look around to know which one is the so called future leader of the clan. âwhich one? i see two girls standing!?â the females arch their neck to see more and the other pointing out makes you know who exactly theyâre talking about
your heart doesnât just entirely break one piece following the other, everything around you was blurry. you needed to leave right now.
âexcuse me,â you stood up as you made your way out. the naâviâs asked if youâre okay but you just shrugged them and told them youâre feeling sick.
once you stumbled your way out and walked far enough from the naâviâs, you finally find yourself on the trees of sounds. where your lover and you exactly made love. of course you two were gonna be mated and doing the deed didnât bother you at that time but right now?
right now youâre feeling the burning of your skin where neteyam exactly placed kisses and his skin touched you. your whole body felt dirty right the moment you figured out youâve been⊠played.
now everything started to make sense, why neteyam always feared of you both getting caught, why he didnât want you to meet with his family, why he never⊠a soft sob leaves your lips as your eyes close.
of course that naâvi was better than competed to you.
beauty? her. body? her. has a family? her. everything? her. your jaw clenched as you feel so foolish for blindly trusting a man⊠a fucking man.
the pain youâre feeling doesnât compare to when you felt right after your mother abandoned you. this was making you struggle with breathing, your lung tightening with every try youâre making to let air in.
what did you do wrong to deserve all of this?
youâve really been fooled, you knew everything was too good to be true. youâre now realizing how stupid you were to think the future olo'eyktan mating with some abandoned and adopted daughter who only served as a professional arrow shooter.
âeyaw, it hurts.â you cry, tears freely rolling down your skin. you cry to your mother nature your heart out as everything of this place reminds you of him.
you want to hate him but no, it only keeps hurting to even think about hating him. neteyam was everything to you while youâre nothing to him, you were ready to throw everything from him but he only used you and backstabbed you
meanwhile youâre crying your heart out to eywa, the clan has returned from the war party with few people hurt and non dead. neteyam was happy and eager to tell you the war went so perfect like it was planned. no death and few people hurt but his eyes keep wandering trying to find you
a tint of disappointment settles in him when he realized you werenât there, but you promised you would watch him from far so the naâvi wonât be suspicious about you two. at least until he makes it official, and today is the day he will make it official to his parents youâre the one he wants
oh how he was so late for this.
neteyam figures out you werenât anywhere here so he just shrugs his parents and tells them he needs air for a while. obvious that theyâre proud of him today, jake didnât bother and already shrugged his son off
neteyam tries to hide his excitement when people greet him as he made his way to your hammock.
eyeing the naâviâs and once he checked no one is watching, he slipped in but was greeted with no warmth or scent of your body. âprincess?â he calls for you but nothing talks to him back
frowning, neteyam leaves you hammock and climb down to think where you could possibly be. it doesnât take him long to figure out where you are and jogs to the destination he thinks youâre found.
and just like he thought your body comes to his sight as youâre stood in front of the tree of sounds, your back facing him.
neteyam chuckles as he walks to you before wrapping his arm on your body and pressing himself to your warmth.
you in other hand feel your body tense with his skin touching yours. âiâve missed youâ he groans to your hair as he place kissed on the back of your head then to your neck. you donât even try to say it back or turn around to hug him.
neteyam does fail to notice your odd behavior and step back a little giving you space to turn around to him but youâre just frozen. âprincess?â he calls for you but you just try your best to compose yourself from falling apart
the man in front of you feels his inside worry before heâs forcing you to turn around and face him.
but what he was met with was what he never expected. you eyes are swollen and puffy like youâve been crying for hours, âwho did this to you?â was the first full sentence neteyam utters and you ironically scoff at his words
it was him, he was the one who did this to you.
he tries to cup your cheeks to his large palm but you step back as if his touch disgusts you. and in fact, it does disgust you right now. you know youâll run back to him if he touches you and youâre not allowing that
âbaby?â his breath hitches when you avoid his touch and his brain instantly start to figure out youâve already found out but neteyam chooses to ignore it until you say it yourself
he tries again by stepping close to you but you were fast to speak. âis it true neteyam.â it wasnât a question and the way you called his name darkly makes his heart hurt and tell him youâve definitely had found out.
but he chooses to play dump.
âwhat is true, princess?â those pet names makes your stomach irrupt in nausea and you shake your head. âdonât call me that, iâm not your princess, never have been your princess.â the way you say it calmly scares him
sure thing neteyam fell for your calmness and mature self but right now he wishes you could just punch him or yell at him.
youâre trying to stay calm before slowly opening your mouth to speak. âyou have aâŠâ you canât even finish the sentence feeling your throat close in pain. he again tries to play dumb but this time you hiss at him silently.
talk about happiness? it can vanish in a heartbeat.
the atmosphere as changed to a heavy one as neteyam watches your broken self in front of him.
âyes.â those three letters were enough to entirely ruin you. you stumble on your own feet feeling dizzy, neteyam tries to hold you from falling only for you to slap his hands away.
âlook at first it was just a rumor but then my parents and her parents set us up, set me up.â neteyam starts to try explaining but it only hurts you more. neteyam watches your tears fall and his heart bleeds out, he really wanted to tell you
âi never loved her, i never want to be with her, i never want Ă€eya.â neteyam steps closer, âi want you and you onlyâ youâve heard the name before, so many times actually that you grew up wanting to be Ă€eya so bad.
the daughter of the tshaik thatâs the perfect daughter from the clan and it didnât surprise she had to be mated with him. what hurt you was him lying and leading you to his great fucked up game.
âi fall in love with you princess, i love you so much it always hurts.â youâre painfully silent and it eats him alive as he desperately seeks for something in you. âi trusted you..â you back away, his touch bringing nothing but pain
if someone from yesterday came to you and told you that this would happen, you wouldâve shot your arrow at them but again look at you desperate for things your lover was saying were to be lie.
âwith youâ princess please.â neteyam doesnât know why heâs pleading but he knows he wants to wipe those tears and take your pain away. âdonât touch me.â you warn when his fingertips held your small hands
âDONâT TOUCH ME!!â
neteyam froze at his spot, his tail locked between his legs. this was the first time you yelled at him, the first him he heard your true pain through your voice. âi hate you! i hate you! i. hate. you.â neteyamâs ears flatten at your words that were like daggers to his heart.
âdonât say that, please donât say that baby, please.â he was begging you now. neteyam always chose death than being despised by you.
âyou knew the whole time, neteyamâ youâre saying it so clam and softly itâs making him feel like he deserves death and every painful torture to be done to him. âi told you i have no one and you were the only person i trusted with my everything and you were the only one i have.â youâre now crying
âhow could you do this to me?â
how could he do this to you?
neteyam licks his lips and sniffles, he nods agreeing with you. âi was gonna make it official, today i was going to tell them youâre mine and iâm yoursâ your eyes widen but you quickly shake them off, you shake your head disagreeing with him
âiâm not yours.â the way you said it was not with in an anger but pure honesty, hatred and disgust. neteyamâs breath hitches again and his eyes start to whelm. âi was never yours.â
you were his, you promised yourself to him last night as he did, you were his first time and first person in everything. you were his future and his own actions took his future away from him.
neteyam could only watch your broken self in yourself and did nothing, the little abandoned girl youâve hidden coming out and telling him everything last night before making love completely gone. he was met with your side he never thought he would see
âiâll never be yours.â you knew your words hurt him and you definitely wanted them to just like heâs hurting you
neteyam suddenly kneels in front of you and pulls you by your hips, wrapping his arm on your waist and pressing his face to your stomach to hide himself from reality. âi never wanted you to find out this way, please let me make it right. let me make everything right, please princess.â
he doesnât care you warned him not to call you that, no matter how hard you try not to be? youâll always be his princess. youâre just frozen there with the man you trusted giving your soul to just take everything from you wrapped around you.
âlet go of me.â you tell him and silently pray he does or youâll kneel and hug him back.
neteyamâs body shake as he is now violently crying himself in front of you and youâve never seen him like this. âneteyam, please let me go.â you try but no answer, only whimpers and sobs from the man knelt and face pressed to your tummy are heard
you purse your lips and place your hands on his hands to pry them from you. âplease donât do thisâ neteyam was the one begging. âwe both are promised to one another last nigââ you cut him off.
âthere was nothing last night, last night was nothing but a mistake i did.â your words not only emotionally but mentally affect neteyam. once you start to leave with no words, neteyam panics and get on his feet quick
âyouâre not leaving meâŠâ he didnât know the damage he caused until he realize heâs losing you. you ignore him and walk away but neteyam was fast to hold you by your hands making you turn and slap him across the face
you hate yourself for doing that but you hate him most for making you do that. âi said donât touch me.â you say coldly, youâre now the woman he never knew. âand if you dare to try to come close to me again, neteyam,â your soft voice he knew wasnât there, âi will kill you.â
youâre not just threatening a normal naâvi but the actual future olo'eyktan and you donât feel a slightest fear when you do. âand trust me when i say that.â your words were familiar just like the first time he met you.
cold and unbothered of anything.
neteyam doesnât say anything when you turn and leave but once youâre slightly far, your face turns ugly mess as you cry.
neteyamâs ears are still flattened as his tail is locked between his legs. right the moment you were out of sight, neteyam felt his world darken and went grey and gloomy. nothing would be the same with out you every again.
it was his fault this happened, he abandoned you just like your mom and everyone else. you hate him now and nothingâs gonna be the same. âiâm sorry, iâm so sorryâ he whispers as heâs standing right where you left him. right where you promised yourself to him last night. right where you gave yourself to him.
right where you trusted him.
i might make this a miniseries? i donât know lmk in the comments though iâll depend on my creativity and flow of plot,, i love each and everyone of you!! like + reblog are appreciated and not pressured
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Merlin traveling back in time to save Arthur AU but with a twist!!
Merlin makes it to the sidhes, bringing a barely breathing Arthur with him. As expected, they ask for a price and Merlin offers his life, ignoring Arthur's protests.
Sidhe1: You're inmortal you can't die
Sidhe2: And even if you could, killing you would mean killing magic itself, therefore killing the earth itself.
Merlin: (crying desperate) I don't care! Take what you need! My blood, my magic, anything! Just save him!
Sidhe1: (smiling evily) I might know just the thing.
They never tell him what are they going to take from him, but he agrees. The sidhes start the ritual, while Arthur just keeps pleading weakely
Merlin: (smiling) If I somehow don't come back-
Arthur: (crying) Stop! Merlin don't do this. Please!
Merlin: I just want you to know that I love you.
Before Arthur can answer the ritual ends and Merlin blacks out.
When he wakes up he is in his way to Camelot in his old clothes and 10 years younger. He soon discovers he's been brought back to the very first day he met Arthur. He's confused. Have the Sidhes taken from him years of his life as a price? It doesn't make sense to him, but he decides to take advantage of this to prevent some things from happening.
Time goes by and while, in general, all events are repeating, not everything is happening as he remembers. Some people arrive in his live early, like Lancelot or Gawain. And Arthur treats him better? Like he says thank you to him more often and listens to him more. Merlin thinks itâs weird, but brushes it off thinking itâs due to the changes he's been making that some things are not quite the same.
Then the day comes when he finally reveals his magic to Arthur. He cries and Arthur hugs him telling everything its okey. Nothing its going to happen to him. Shortly after however Arthur also has a confession.
Arthur: I already knew.
Merlin: What?! Since when?
Arthur: the very start.
Merlin: How? I've been careful! More careful than before!
Arthur: Because you told me before. Well, not really before, but in the future. Itâs complicated.
Merlin: Wait... you are from the future too?!
They are both surprised. They thought they were alone in this and it turns out they never were. Merlin cries all over again, apologazing for everything, for failing him, for not being able to save him, but-
Arthur: You did.
Merlin: ... What?
Arthur: You did save me.
Merlin: No, the sidhes tricked me. They sent us back in time-
Arthur: It was not them who did that. It was me.
Merlin: What... what are you saying?
Turns out what the ritual really did was turn Merlin into a small tree in exchange for saving Arthurâs life. A magic tree that would grow taller and taller and never die and whose ruts would expand making magic florish in the earth forever. Arthur of course was really upset after that. He demanded the sidhes to turn Merlin back but they only told him "what's done it's done" and that all he could do was pick the tree up before the roots growed if he wanted to move it elsewhere.
Arthur put the tree in a pot and brought it back to Camelot. Everyone was devasted with the news but they were also glad their king was alive and safe. No one blamed him, but Arthur always blamed himself. He repealed the ban as soon as he could and made sure everyone knew Merlin's involvement in the battle and later the other things he find out Merlin did for Camelot through Gaius. He made an anual event and a statue in Merlin's honor. Camelot slowly but surely welcomed magic again and became the most prosperous kingdom in the land.
Merlin: Oh...I don't remember being a tree.
Arthur: Yeah, I figured.
Merlin: But you repealed the ban! That's great! Magic was free again in the-wait... so why did you do all this if everything was fine? And how did you do it?
Arthur: Everything was NOT fine Merlin. You weren't there!
Merlin: (utterly confused) I was. As a tree.
Arthur: You know what I mean! You were there but you weren't. We mourned you but you were still alive. I kept you in that pot for longer that I should have because I wanted to keep you close all the time, yet looking at you was so painful... Gwen had to scold me into finally plant you in the garden so you could grow properly. I was broken inside, while trying to rule a kingdom. I kingdom we should have ruled together from the start!
Merlin: ...
Merlin: You're telling me you somehow traveled us back in time and throw away the golden age, your dream of uniting all Albion and all you worked hard for... just because you missed me?
Arthur: And because I couldn't say it back.
Merlin: What?
Arthur: That I love you too.
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tryna say goodbye but itâs hot & heavy â âč
ellie williams x f!reader
Ellie has to leave again, knowing soâthe both of you canât get enough of each other
tw: smut, not proofread, established relationship, strap (r receiving), Ellie calls it her dick once, oral (e receiving), allusions to more sex at the end, fluff, grinding, making out, love confessions, the title is from the Britney Spears song
wc â 1.2k
It was often that she had to leave for amother run for supplies. Another day where she has that coat strewn across her shoulders so she could withstand the cold that lived just outside the door just a bit better. When you first started dating Ellie, you usually just said your goodbye with a long kissâone that composed all your love and care for her. But since itâs been some time, itâs common for you two to get tangled in bedâbodies wrapped right around each other. It just happened.
Knowing that she would be gone for a few hours, sometimes a few days was enough to have the two of you act like velcro strips. Clingy and desperate to feel one another, to touch each otherâs skin.
That time had rolled around again, the news hanging over the two of you. She had to leave in two hours from now. That was what you mulled over as you laid beside her, eyes looking at hers. She had a hand on your cheek, brushing the area ever so gently.
The mood was sweet, the feeling in the air was romantic before it changed all too quickly. Her body laid over you, lips chasing yours and pushing your head further into the pillow beneath you.
âFuckââ she breathed, forehead resting on yours as she fumbles around. She gets herself situation, jeans pressing so nicely against your core. The feeling of it makes you gasp, tugging at her hair. You circle your hips and whine, back arched on the bedding.
âElsâoh my, please. Need you.â
She was on you, leaning down again to kiss you dizzily. A hand moved its way down, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them along your legs until they were thrown somewhere in the room.
âHey, open,â she asks, tapping your leg so you understand further. Once theyâre spread as far as they can, sheâs kissing the inside of your thigh.
She wastes no time teasing after, reaching to settle the harness of her strap around her waist. You dig your nails into her shoulder when you feel her push through, the size of her making you feel like youâre loosing the air in your lungs. The second her lips find yours again itâs like you can breathe, relax.
âShh, shh,â she hushes you, âbreathe.â
You squirm at the feeling, gasping when it moves her inside you, âfuck, Elsâ!â
âI know, I know,â she adjusts her positioning, âI got you.â
Not long before she sets a pace, one that makes you see stars. Her length spreading you wide, pushing and pressing on spots that make you feel so good. You grip at her back, holding onto her shirt so tightly she wonders if you may actually rip it.
The old bed you two were sleeping on together creaks due to the old wood, each thrust emphasized by that sound and how wet you are around her. At first you would grow embarrassed by them, but now it causes you to drip just a bit more.
Ellie herself was in the same boat. Your first time felt a tad awkward. Shy smiles exchanged and silly laughs when you bumped noses or if you hit the headboardâbut now youâve grown out of that. The only thing on either of your minds was to feel the other, especially before they left.
âAh, ah, shitââ you huff, pushing back when she finds that specific spot. She knows sheâs found it, a cocky feeling spreading in her yet again. It doesnât take her long to find that spot now.
âWant it, huh? Want this dick? Tell me.â
You cry, âplease, please oleasepleadepwlaseâah! I need it.â
She keeps her steady rhythm, only adding her thumb to rub against your clit. Her lips brush yours, a smile on them seeing how beautiful you looked beneath her. You were getting louder, moans more pronounced and emphasized and she knew that you were close.
She kissed you then, deep and rough as you came down from your high. The bed rocking coming to a stop as she rests inside you, letting you rest. You look up at her with darkened eyes, chest risks and falling in deep recessions.
She doesnât need to ask. She knows. After doing this a few couple of times, she knows what that look means. She almost laughs, one deep in her chest and playful as she removes the strap from her waist.
You slide over her, kissing her sweetly before sensually moving your way downâsliding your tits down her body until your mouth aligned atop her cunt. You kissed her clit and smiled at the way she moved to shut her thighs around your head. You anticipated it, a hand pushing back against her thigh.
âGonna miss you,â you whisper before kissing her straight on her sensitive clit. She wraps a hand onto your head, sighing as to deal with the onslaught of pleasure.
âGonna miss you tooâshit!â
You gave her no warning when you pushed your tongue through her folds, collecting the wetness and moaning at the taste. You made the theatric show of smelling loud enough for her to hear, her reaction made you laugh. She kicked her leg onto your back, groaning and mumbling under her breath how annoying you can be.
You laugh, continuing your ministrations. The way your tongue moved was skilled, practiced. It weaved its way around, pressing, licking, and pushing where needed. It was all exactly what she needed and she came entirely too quicklyâan arm laying over her face as she pants, coming down from her high.
Again, you crawl up her bodyâholding yourself above her. She slides her arm down, leaving it to lay above her head as she looks at you. A mess is what you were, but so was she. You both had articles of clothing on, but they were wrinkled and hanging on for dear life. Lips were red, swollen. Her hair was a mess, laying around her face like a messy mane. It was the most beautiful thing youâve laid eyes on.
âI love you.â
No matter the fact you hear this daily, and have for a month nowâit never ceased to make you feel special, happy, loved, warmâŠ
âI love you too.â
You pressed a few kisses around her face, enjoying laying in the aftermath of everything with her. Her hands were laid on your waist, laughing slightly from time to time when you kissed a spot that was a bit ticklish. Sheâd only be gone for a short time, but the thought of not knowing if this goodbye would be your final goodbye to one another was enough to keep you up at nightâtreating every goodbye like it was the last.
You notice how her eyes glance at something behind youâso out of curiosity you looked as wellâfinding the clock on your night stand. It read 9:42. You look back to her with a sly smile, leaning closer to her ear.
âWe have an hour ifââ
She was quick to throw you onto your back.
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