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Under the Mistletoe // Jimmy Uso x Jey Uso x Reader
Authorâs Note -> Strap in folks, this is a long one đ
I may have gone a little overboard with this one but hey, itâs the holidays and Iâm in a giving mood đ anyways, I hope yâall enjoy this and as always happy reading!!!Â
Plot -> A holiday tradition puts you in an interesting position with your future brother-in-law Jey, and your fiancĂ©, Jimmy. Will the three of you brush past it like itâs nothing, or will the tension consume you?
Pairings -> Jimmy Uso x Jey Uso x Fem!Reader
Warnings -> Cursing, Fingering, Spanking, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), P in V, Double Penetration, Threesome (M/M/F), Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI
Word Count -> 4.0k
Holiday parties were a specialty in the Fatu/Anoaâi household. Every year, the Samoan Dynasty threw an extravagant party on Christmas Eve to celebrate with their closest family and friends, and you being engaged to Jonathan meant you would be there no matter what. Most people would dread the amount of time they spent with their future in-laws but you loved the get-togethers the family would put on, especially the annual Christmas party, being that this was your third year in attendance. You loved it so much, in fact, that you bought yourself a brand new dress just for this occasion: a red corset-style bodycon dress, made in velvet, with a plunge neckline and a thigh-high slit to match. You paired your new dress with gold jewelry and a matching pair of red velvet heels, your hair falling down your back in wavy curls. You looked elegant and classy with a dash of seductiveness, not enough to bare everything to all of the other attendants but just enough to turn heads in the right way. Adjusting the strap of your heel and grabbing a handbag from your closet, you made your way downstairs to Jonathan, who had been patiently waiting for you to get ready. He adjusted his watch and smoothed out his all black suit before watching you descend down the stairs, a look of adoration and desire evident in his eyes.
âDamn, babyâŠâ he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, âyou sure we have to go? âCuz Iâd have a much better time here at home.â He moved a curl to the side and pressed kisses to the side of your neck, making your eyes flutter shut before lightly pushing his chest.
âBabe, no! We have to be there tonight, we donât need your mama and Kishi gettinâ all mad at us because you canât keep it in your pants, mister.â You teased, shooting him a wink as he pouts.Â
âBut-â
âBut nothing! Weâre going, and if youâre good maybe we can resume this when we get home,â you bite your lip, holding back a smile as his eyes light up- his hopes of getting some tonight going up with your words. âNow câmon, we gotta go before we end up beinâ late.â He then rushes to grab your coat, making you giggle as you put on the fabric over your dress and heading outside to the car.
The party had now been in full swing for about an hour now, and you spent that time sipping on a glass of champagne and socializing with friends and family about your upcoming wedding, life updates, and all the usual small talk that was had at these types of events. Eventually, though, your glass of champagne was empty and you needed another. A waiter came by offering to refill it for you but you declined, wanting to move around a little bit so you walked to the kitchen yourself to refill your glass. After pouring yourself another flute of champagne you decided to make your way back, nearly bumping into Joshua, Jonathanâs twin brother, in the entryway of the kitchen.Â
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry. I totally wasnât paying attention.â You stammered, trying to apologize.
âDonât worry about it, Y/N, itâs gonna take a lot more than you to knock me on my ass.â You laugh in response, relaxing a bit in his presence as his eyes wander down your body. There was no denying you looked incredible tonight, and your ensemble had his mind racing like so many times before. He would take those thoughts with him to the grave because if anyone found out, if Jon found out, about how bad he wanted to rip Y/Nâs dress off of her body and fuck her against the nearest wall⊠well, heâs not entirely sure what would happen. So instead of falling deeper into his imagination he focuses his attention back on her face, engaging in simple conversation and definitely not thinking about something else.Â
The two of you talk for a while about random things, letting the conversation take yâall away for a while until youâre interrupted by Jonathan walking from the living room into the kitchen.
âYâall gonna head in here for the gift exchange or- oh, what do we have here?â He looks above you two then smirks, his eyes darkening slightly. Both yours and Joshâs eyes follow and notice something hanging above you- mistletoe. Your eyes grow wide and Josh holds his hands up in surrender, taking a step back.
âAye uce, we were just talkinâ. Ainât nothinâ goinâ on here, bro.âÂ
âJon, I-â you stuttered, still in shock, âitâs really not what it looks like, like he said, we were talking andâŠâ
âI know, I know,â he laughs, leaning against the wall, âbut⊠it is tradition. So you know what that meansâŠâ Josh and you stand in shock, still not quite sure if Jon was joking or not. You make eye contact, feeling heavy tension between you and him as you both remain standing under the hanging plant.
âUm⊠uce, are you saying that we should, you knowâŠâ
âWhy not? Itâs tradition, you canât break that shit. Especially in this household? That shit would never fly, uce. Iâm not stoppinâ yâall, might as well.â Jon shrugs, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of excitement, and thatâs when you realize- heâs dead serious. You swallow hard and turn to Josh, whoâs already eyeing you closely. You shake out a breath, your voice only finding a whisper.
âA-are you okay with this? W-we donât h-have to if you d-donât want to..â your hands fidget with your dress as you look down, embarrassed.Â
âAre you?â
âI- yeah, I mean itâs just a kiss⊠right?â
âYeahâŠâ Josh trails off, âjust a kissâŠâ
âYâall just gonna stand there or are we doinâ this?â You snap your head back, finding his eyes for permission as he looks at you. âY/N, baby, itâs okay, I promise. Iâm not gonna be mad or anything. I just wanna see somethinâ...â Your brows furrow in response as you feel Josh reach for your hand, turning your attention back to him.Â
âWe donât have to if you donât want to, itâs entirely up to you, Y/N⊠your move.â
âI-,â you breathe out, âIâll do it. Itâs just a kissâŠâ You notice Joshâs eyes flicker with an emotion you hadnât really seen on him before. Disappointment, maybe? The thought leaves your mind as quickly as it comes in, his hand reaching for your waist and gently pulling you closer to him- almost hesitant, like heâs still unsure if heâs crossing the line or not. You look up at him, your heart racing as he stares down at you. Are we really about to do this?Â
Josh leans down as your eyes close, leaning into him as his lips brush yours. Theyâre soft as they touch yours, lightly hovering before pressing onto your own. Heâs a great kisser, his lips massaging yours gently but passionately until you sense him holding back- like he wants to kiss you harder, deeper, but knows he canât. After a few seconds he pulls away, your eyes remaining closed as you take in deep breaths, still trying to grasp the fact that you just kissed your fiancĂ©âs brother. You open your eyes to Joshâs staring into your own, his now intense gaze staring right back at you. You bite your lip as you look at him, trying not to crumble under his gaze.
âThatâs all you got?â Jonathan breaks the silence, as you both turn to look at him. âYâall can do better than that. Donât act like yâall donât feel that shit too. I been seeinâ the way look at each other, you donât gotta hide it. Go âhead, try it again but this time do it like you mean it. And after that, we can see how far we wanna go.â
âUce, you sayinâ thatâŠâ
âJosh, Iâm not stupid. You donât do a great job of hiding it at all. Shit, when I first came in here you looked like you was wantinâ to bend her over the counter and drill her shit in front of everybody,â you gasped, a rosy blush rising to your cheeks. âAnd donât give me that look either, Y/N, I saw you lookinâ him up and down earlier. You want him too. So letâs make this interesting, hmm?â He paused, walking over to you two. âHonestly? I canât lie and say Iâve never thought about it. So if you two want it, and I want it, then why donât we just go all the way?â You and Josh stand frozen, eyes wide as you stare at Jon. Jonâs lips turn to a devilish smirk, looking at you both. âDo it again, and what happens afterward happens. I wanna see where this goes, and I know yâall do too.â
You bite your lip, looking back at Josh as he watches you take your lip between your teeth. Josh and Jon make eye contact, having a silent conversation before Jon nods at him. With the confirmation he needed Josh pulls you to his chest, tucking a hair behind your ear.Â
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted this, Y/N.â
âM-me too.â You blush as his hand brushes your cheek, sending sparks through you as he pulls you in and kisses you hard. This time, heâs more desperate. Your head spins as his lips massage yours with desperation, hunger, like heâs been starved his entire life. You kiss him back with the same urgency, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his curls as the kiss deepens. Suddenly the both of you pull away, gasping for air as your lips tingle from the sensation- wanting more, needing more.
âThere we go, now that-â Jon is cut off by someone yelling into the kitchen, letting the three of you know the gift exchange was about to begin. âWeâll come back to this later, yeah? As much as Iâd love to stay here, we got gifts to open. Câmon, yâall.â He walks back into the living room as you join his side, looking behind you at Josh who gives you a wink before the three of you rejoin the festivities.
The gift exchange went without a hitch, only some occasional glances shared between the three of you that the others were too distracted to notice. Usually that would be the end of it but someone suggested watching a Christmas movie to end the night, which had you sharing the couch between Jon and Josh. You were anxious, but also excited? It wasnât out of the ordinary to share a couch with them but after the events that unfolded, you were looking at this completely differently. Blankets were passed around to everyone which meant the three of you were sharing one, only fueling your jitteriness. The lights were turned off and the movie started, the only thing illuminating the living room being the large TV.
About halfway through the movie Josh had adjusted himself to where his thigh was now touching yours, and Jonâs hand was sitting on your other thigh. You glanced at Josh out of the corner of your eye, his eyes glazed over as he stared down at you and smirked. Jon picked up on this, making eye contact with Josh and slowly sliding his hand down and in between your thighs. You shuddered at the movement as you felt another hand, Joshâs, do the same.Â
âFocus on the movie, baby,â Jon whispered in your ear, âgotta be good for us if you wanna get what you want. I need you quiet, got it?â You nodded eagerly, adjusting to spread your legs for them- resting a leg on each of them. Josh swallowed, suppressing the groan that wanted to escape his throat as the twins inched their hands closer to your aching core. The two cursed under their breath, realizing you werent wearing any panties underneath your dress as you felt their fingers graze your wetness. Jon found your clit first, rubbing slow circles while Joshâs teased your entrance, sliding a digit in as your head fell back and rested on the back of the couch. Jonâs free hand moved the blanket to shield any prying eyes, although no one could see due to the darkness in the room, as the two men played with your pussy underneath it. You were biting onto your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying desperately not to cry out in pleasure and draw attention to the three of you as they continued.Â
âFuck Y/N, youâre so tight⊠can only imagine how you feel squeezinâ my dick, baby.â Josh mutters in your ear, his tone making you gasp quietly. He chuckles at your response, moving his fingers faster and watching your face contort at his and Jonâs actions.
âWhatchu think, ma, should he come home with us tonight?â Jon whispered loud enough for only you three to hear and you nodded, looking at the two with pleading eyes.Â
âDonât worry, baby girl, imma be there. Promise.â You sigh in content at Joshâs words, your eyes flickering back to the screen as the ending scene begins to play. The other two notice, sharing a look then removing their hands but not before tasting your juices on their fingers. You watch as they bring their digits to their lips, winking at you as the lights turn on and the guests begin to depart- the three of you doing the same.
The car ride was silent, Jon occasionally sneaking glances in your direction as you desperately pressed your thighs together. You continuously looked in the rearview mirror, watching as Joshâs car followed you home. Finally you had made it, pulling into the driveway with Josh pulling in behind you. The three of you got out of your vehicles at the same time, trying to remain calm and not rush to the front door as Jonathan punched in the code to unlock it. The door was opened, as the three of you tumbled inside. You removed your coat and the men their suit jackets as Josh gripped you from behind, latching his lips to your neck as Jon kissed your lips full of fervor. Josh had unzipped your dress from behind, allowing it to fall to the floor as you stood completely exposed to the twins. Both groaned at the sight, their hands searching your skin desperately for relief. You felt Joshâs hard-on press into your backside as you leaned into him, pushing back on him enough to elicit moans from the manâs lips. Your fingers fidgeted with the buttons on Jonâs shirt and removed the material from his torso, your hands gliding along his chest as you continued to kiss him.Â
âGo upstairs and get on the bed, me and Josh will be up in a second.â You nodded excitedly as you rushed up the steps, Josh smacking your ass as you moved past him. You yelped in excitement as he chuckled, watching you ascend up the stairs. You made it to yours and Jonâs room and did as you were told, laying down on the bed and anxiously waiting for them to get there. Finally you heard them coming up, their voices low as they discussed what you assumed were ground rules for this. They entered the room, both now only in their boxers as you waited patiently for them to join you. You sat up as they got onto the bed, laying down on either side with you in between them. You went to Jon first, removing his hard cock from his boxers and spitting on it before wrapping your lips around the tip. As you swirled your tongue on him and bobbed your head you also took Joshâs cock in your hand and stroked him, Josh hissing as your hand wrapped around his shaft. You alternated between the two, taking turns sucking both men and making sure both got equal attention.Â
âShit, ma, youâre takinâ us so fuckinâ well,â Josh moaned, his head resting on the headboard.
âFuck, baby, look at you takinâ us bothâŠâ Jon moaned in agreement. âShe deserves a reward, donât she, uce?â Josh nodded in agreement as you looked up at him, his eyes glazed as you took as much of him as you could down your throat. He lifted your head up from his cock, his fingers resting under your chin.Â
âGo âhead and lay back, baby. Itâs our turn to take care of you.â You obliged, laying on your back as the two men stood up, stroking themselves.Â
âYou want Josh to eat you, ma? Should we let him taste you?â You whined in response.
âP-pleaseâŠâ Jon nodded at Josh who kneeled down between your legs, planting wet kisses along the inside of your thighs. Jon brought his cock back to your lips, you opening them for him to slide his cock along your tongue as Josh placed a kiss on your throbbing clit. You arch your back, moaning around Jonâs dick as you continued to suck him. Josh moaned into your pussy, his tongue lapping at your folds as he brought a hand to your breast, kneading it in his palm.
âTastes so fuckinâ sweet, fuck, could eat you all the time,â Josh muttered against you as you bucked your hips, eager for more. He chuckled, bringing his free hand to your folds and rubbing the skin.
âBe patient, Y/N, imma give you what you want..â You moaned once more, Jon now thrusting himself inside your mouth as Josh wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed two fingers past your entrance. You cried out as they stretched you, pumping inside you at a fast pace as he continued biting and sucking on your clit. You were already close to cumming, your walls tightening around his fingers as you moaned profusely around Jonâs cock, him knowing you were close.
âYou gonna cum for Josh, baby? Gonna let him see how pretty you look cumming all over his face?â You whined, now bucking your hips to match Joshâs movements. âAtta girl, you can cum, baby. Let him see you.â Your eyes shot open and looked at Josh, watching as he ate you like he hadnât eaten in days. That was enough to send you over the edge, releasing Jonâs cock from your mouth as you moaned Joshâs name and came for him. He cleaned you up as you came down, lifting his head to reveal your juices all over his face and beard.Â
âGoddamn, uce, you wasnât lyinâ... sheâs fuckinâ incredible.â
âAnd you havenât even felt her pussy wrapped âround your shit yet,â Jon looked down at you, still breathing heavily but aching for more. âYou wanna let him feel you, baby?â
âFuck yes, please, babyâŠâ
âYou heard her, you got first. Remember what I told you thoughâŠâ
âYeah, yeah, no cumming inside her, I knowâŠâ you unconsciously pouted hearing that, feeling a little bit of disappointment.
âBut- but Iâm on birth control⊠please? Just this once? I justâŠâ
âYou what?â Josh asked, Jon now staring intensely at the two of you. âWhat, you want us both to fill that pretty pussy of yours? Hmm?â
âWell⊠that would be nice but I kinda had something else in mindâŠâÂ
âAnd whatâs that?â Jon asked you gently, playing with your hair.
âI, um, I saw something a few days ago but I was thinking⊠I know we donât do, uh- anal that often but⊠in this video she was getting fucked by two guys at the same time⊠like one was doing it normally and the other was, umâŠâ
Josh wore a shocked expression, 1. not expecting you to watch double penetration videos and 2. definitely not expecting you to want that. Jon, on the other hand, was intrigued.
âYou sure you can handle that, princess? Thatâs some pretty intense stuff⊠I-â
âFuck yes,â you responded, a little too fast. âI mean, yeah, I think so. I just wanna try it, you know, see what itâs likeâŠâ
âThat good with you, uce?â
âYeah, I mean- shit, if yâall are down then I amâŠâ Josh replied, âYou wanna lead the way, princess?â You sat up quickly, the excitement and adrenaline taking over as you pushed Josh by his chest to lay on his back so you could straddle him. You took his cock in your hands, guiding it to your entrance and sinking down slowly. You gasped at the size, feeling your walls mold around his shaft and wrap around him tightly as you sat completely on him. Josh moaned loudly, his hands immediately finding your hips as you began to grind on him. He guided your movements and helped you find rhythm, allowing you to pick up your speed and bounce on him. Your thighs connected with his over and over, him now bringing his hands to your ass. He kneaded the flesh in his hands before smacking your ass, moans falling from your lips as each slap filled you with a mix of pain and pleasure. Behind you, Jon was applying lubricant and stroking himself at the sight before him. He had imagined a scenario like this many times before, but none of them compared to what was happening now. Seeing you handle them both so well only turned him on more as he situated himself behind you, teasing you with his tip from behind.
âYouâre sure about this, baby? Itâs not gonna be too much?â
âN-no please, n-need you both.â You stammered out in between moans as he groaned at your response, his tip at your entrance before pushing himself inside your ass. You cried out, tears brimming your eyes as he pushed his way inside, not used to the feeling. Josh pulled you down to his chest, peppering you with kisses to help you through it as Jon fully entered you. He gave you a few moments to adjust, working at your pace, but eventually the initial pain subsided and you were nodding at the two of them to move.
You had no words to describe how this felt, only loud moans as the two men fucked both of your holes- their moans combining with yours and filling the room. Both of them picked up their pace and were drilling into you, using you as their personal fuck toy, and you loved every second of it.
âO-oh my g-god, fuck, p-please d-donât stopâŠâ you cried out, âs-so fuckinâ g-goodâŠâ
âYeah, you like that, baby?â Jon grunted. âYou love it, donât you? Being fucked stupid by both of us at the same time? Youâre taking us so well, babyâŠâ
âMmm, I- I l-love itâŠâ
âS-shit, ma, look so pretty all fucked out fâus,â Josh moaned in your ear as he kissed your neck, âyou gonna cum for us, baby girl? I feel you squeezinâ me, I know youâre closeâŠâ
âI- I-â
âI know, baby, I know,â Jon moaned, âIâm there too, mama, cum for us, princess. Let go all over his dick like a good girl.â
You convulse between them, your orgasm coming at you in full force as your pussy tightens around Josh, urging him to follow suit. Both men cum inside you with loud moans, filling you completely with their seed. All three of you ride out your orgasms, finding your sense of reality and coming back down as you catch your breath. After a few moments they both pull out, the three of you laying side by side as their cum drips out of you and onto the sheets.
âHow you feelinâ, baby? You good?â Jon asks, turning over and brushing your hair out of your face.
âNever better,â you breathed out.
âShit, uce, Iâm standinâ under every damn mistletoe I can find to get that shit again,â Josh laughed, you and Jon laughing with him as the three of you slowly drifted off to sleep.
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[MK1] Bi-Han & Kuai Liang. Good brother? Evil brother? Nah, just different reactions to trauma, part 3
part 1, part 2
The previous part helped me lay a ground to establish the main difference between Kuai Liang and Bi-Han. Scorpion, as a dedicated follower of father and Liu Kangâs authority is what I had called the Believer. He does not question the nature of Lin Kuei duty, as he built his life around it. Bi-Han on another hand is definitely a Questioner, as he questions and undermines not only the wisdom of Fire God or even his own father but also the reasons why his clan should serve Earthrealm in the first place as he sees such servitude as enslavement. So one brother follows orders of those he considers to be his superiors while the other, the same as all know to us major cryomancers, has a rocky relationship with authority.
Being the sons of Grandmaster definitely influenced their life by how they were raised, because beside the hardship of physical training they, as heirs, needed to be prepared for their future duties to the clan. As the eldest, such additional education was aimed primarily on Bi-Han, and depending on how big is the age gap between brothers, he could be more involved into clan politics - and in result more aware of the inner working of Lin Kuei and the unrest of his people than Kuai Liang or Tomas were. I will expand this thought soon, for now let's talk about the Grandmaster and Mother, as the first authority figures that shaped and influenced both brothers.
FATHER
There is no doubt that their father played a great role in shaping Kuai Liang and he meant a lot to the younger brother. During story mode we had 6 main scenes in which Lin Kuei brothers interacted with each other:
waiting together for Liu Kang
before infiltrating Fortress
after Bi-Han defeated Nitara and Ermac
before brothers separated to carry on their parts of mission
Bi-Hanâs betrayal
the second confrontation between brothers that lead to Kuai Liang and Bi-Han fight + Kuai Liang and Tomas talking over unconscious body of Sub-ZeroÂ
Out of 6 examples, four was focused on the ideological conflict between Sub-Zero and his brothers - and in all of those scenes, Kuai Liang was talking about father in one way or another
âHis teaching did not pass with him. They should still guide us." âWe must honor his vision Bi-Han." âBi-Han!! How could you?! Father would turn in his grave if he saw this!" "We must chart a new course. One that both honors our Father's legacy and serves Earthrealm."
but outside the importance of father and his teaching, had almost nothing meaningful to say in the presented interactions. What is frankly a pretty alarming detail. Not only because Kuai Liang barely interacted with Tomas before he needed his support (6th interaction scene), but also he does not contribute much to the mission - the only one time he does say anything relative to the job at hand is when Smoke is out of the picture.
In contrast, Bi-Han and Smoke talked about how to process the mission on two separate occasions - before and during infiltrating the fortress, even though Tomas is the least battle experienced out of the three brothers (confirmed by his BIO and the falling scene) and the one about whom frustrated Bi-Han said to not have Lin Kuei blood.
And this is very surprising choice of creators, as it was Kuai Liang to whom other characters will look up for leadership during battle to close the portals, so A) he doesnât lack the skills and self-confidence to lead a mission and B) he was no afraid of Bi-Han nor Tomas as he spoke his mind openly around his brothers.Â
For the majority of Bi-Hanâs chapter, literally all Scorpion has to say was to critique Sub-Zero even for things not worth the scorn[1] or bring father into discussion despite perfectly knowing this will only frustrate his elder brother more.Â
Again for contrast, during the same chapter Bi-Han spoke of things not related to his father or ambitious plans for Lin Kueiâs future. As in:
discussing mission with Smoke on two different occasions
enjoying the fight for his own personal reasons (glory, testing his skills against worth opponents)
childhood memory - hearing the stories about Nitaraâs people as a child
Sub-Zeroâs chapter alone gives us a good hint of differences between Bi-Han and Kuai Liang. Scorpion is all about father and tradition to the point he barely interact with Smoke despite his own assurance âWe may not share blood, but we are brothersâ and has little to nothing nice or supportive to say to his elder brother despite their close bond (as provided by intro dialogues: Kuai Liang believing their bond couldnât be broken and Bi-Han wishing to rule with Kuai Liang at his side).
In all fairness there is something almost fanatical in the way Scorpion acted at this point in story mode and it would be easy to claim this blind-like dedication to father is what Kuai Liang was at the core. However, like I said in the previous part, the same as Bi-Hanâs behavior was influenced by emotion out of his control, the frustration we were told by Scorpion and shown through Sub-Zeroâs angry gesticulation, the same assumption should be made for Kuai Liang. The best hint comes from the interaction between brothers before they attempted climbing on the wall.
Sub-Zero: âWe must find a less guarded section before attempting an ascent. Finally we face a worthy foe. Victory will bring us glory." Scorpion: âGlory? We fight for duty." Sub-Zero: âDoes our Father's ghost possess you? All I hear is his voice."
Saying someone is possessed is a strong way to emphasize how a person is acting differently than usual. By Bi-Hanâs frustrated reaction we can assume that the way Kuai Liang behave and speak mimic the behavior of their parent - and if Sub-Zero was constantly rebuked by father the way he is rebuked by his younger brother over everything, whatever big or small matter, it could be the origin of his growing frustration.Â
However we need to keep in mind that Kuai Liang was deeply affected by the unexpected death of their father, so this event could influence the way he interacted with his brothers, especially with Bi-Han. There is no reason to doubt they were once close, but I think the moment when Kuai Liang lost not just a parent but the most important authority figure, he started treating fatherâs wisdom not as just a guidance but some sort of Sacred Laws he - and his brothers - needs to follow to the letter.
At first in story mode Kuai Liang only says âHis teaching did not pass with him. They should still guide usâ to which Bi-Han replies that fatherâs wisdom can guide them but not âshackleâ (limiting). But the more conflict escalates, the more Scorpion insists âWe must honor his vision Bi-Hanâ yet he does not provide any real argument why they must do it actually. Like yes, sons should respect their father and be obedient while tradition is an important part of oneâs culture, but Kuai Liang never goes out of his way to provide any example of what is good about that wisdom in the first place.
In contrast, the more tense became their interaction, the more vocal Bi-Han was about why he reject their fatherâs teaching:
Sub-Zero: "Vision is what he lacked. He was blind to our superiority. We settle for defending Earthrealm when we could help lead it."
and later, at his breaking point,Â
Sub-Zero:"He was doddering old fool! He did us a favor, having that accident. And I was right to let him die.[...] Father had doomed the Lin Kuei to mediocrity. Now we will achieve greatness."
At the same time, despite the harsh criticism toward father and considering his death as âfavorâ done to Lin Kuei (brothers) and having no regrets for letting him die, Sub-Zeroâs relationship with his parent is not so one sided as it may look at the first glance.Â
Through intro dialogues, Bi-Han still considers his father a foolish, short sighted man
Scorpion: Father would be ashamed of you. Sub-Zero: Only because he lacked vision.
and
Smoke: Father wanted us to be brothers. Sub-Zero: Yet another of the old man's foolish dreams.
or
Sub-Zero: My father was a fool to follow you. Liu Kang: He wisely honored Earthrealm with his service.
but at the same time he does not completely reject the notion of the fatherâs greatness
Sindel: I knew your father. He was a great man. Sub-Zero: Yet he never understood the Lin Kuei's potential.
or that the manâs wisdom had some merit
Sub-Zero: Father was right about one thing: never trust a sorcerer. Quan Chi: Truly, he was a wise man.
nor Sub-Zero's action was motivated by hate or spite
Reiko: Is it true: you let your father die? Sub-Zero: What war's ever been won without losses?
or
Ashrah: What kind of son betrays his father? Sub-Zero: One who sees his father's time has passed.
(And there is something really weird how Reiko bothers to ask Bi-Han about his fatherâs death yet Fire Lord, who praised the previous Grandmaster as a wise man to serve Earthrealm, has nothing to say about the matter? No anger, no rebuke, not even a simple comment for what Bi-Han did? When he expressed regret on various occasions for the ill fate of Sindel and her husband? I guess this could add to the pile of reasons why Bi-Han resents Liu Kangâs authority for not treating his Lin Kuei allies with the same or similar level of respect he express toward Outworld Royal Family).
Scorpion in his intro dialogues does not question fatherâs authority at all. He does speak about him with
Sindel
Scorpion: Your husband's murder haunted my father. Sindel: All those close to Jerrod were devastated.
and
Sindel: Both your parents were excellent fighters. Scorpion: I can only hope to live up to their example.
Geras
Scorpion: I want to see the moment my father died. Geras: You are not ready to receive that knowledge.
and Bi-Han (âFather would be ashamed of youâ) however I didnât find any example he directly mentioned father to Smoke, who, like Sub-Zero, had a more complicated relationship with the man[2].
He also expressed to Johnny and his mirror match burning anger at Bi-Han for fatherâs death:
Johnny Cage: Bi-Han's got you all fired up, eh? Scorpion: He'll burn for betraying my father.
and
Scorpion: I won't be consumed by vengeance. Scorpion: How can your father's death not burn you?
This fierce reaction to fatherâs death is understandable, as Scorpionâs Bio said,Â
Like his cherished father, Scorpion is dedicated to the Lin Kuei and its defense of Earthrealm. When his father died, Scorpion was bereft.Â
Now, letâs focus on the choice of words. According to Merriam-Websterâs dictionary, bereft means:
suffering the death of a loved one but also being deprived or lacking something needed, wanted, or expected.
Which is why I think the loss of a father is for Kuai Liang something more than just missing a beloved parent. He also lost the guidance that was constant in his life since he was a little kid and he tries to fill the emptiness by honoring and in result, mimicking the authority figure he built his life around.Â
Kuai Liangâs character theme is HONOR
and as much as it is about his integrity and loyalty to fatherâs teaching (protecting Earthrealm), I think this is also a keyword to what Scorpion dedicated his life: to honoring the past but only through fatherâs idea of tradition, duty or his legacy[3].
Story mode: "We must honor his vision Bi-Han."
and
Story mode: "We must chart a new course. One that both honors our Father's legacy and serves Earthrealm."
and
Smoke: With you as grandmaster, our new clan will flourish. Scorpion: Only if we honor tradition.
If we agree that Father was the authority Kuai Liang followed and built his life around, then he did not just lose a parent but also a central part of his world, a source of comfort and security. And Bi-Han, the closest remaining blood-relative, the eldest sibling is NOT PROVIDING THE NEEDED COMFORT and/or STABILITY because Sub-Zero does not follow fatherâs teaching anymore and slowly is building his life around different values and goals than were accepted by previous Grandmaster.Â
Which is why I believe Kuai Liang so desperately clings to it, and honors the manâs teaching like it is some sort of sacred code and canât anymore interact with elder brother the way they used to. Because he is afraid to lose the last connection to cherished father - if Bi-Han casts away their fatherâs teaching, they will be forgotten with passing time and then lost forever. And the dislike of changes father would not approve and fear of being forced to act against his own brother are part of Scorpionâs BIO:
[...] he took pride in knowing that his brother, Sub-Zero, would succeed their father as the Lin Kuei's grandmaster. But Sub-Zero's unprecedented moves to cast off the Lin Kuei's traditional duties have frozen Scorpion's enthusiasm. He fears that one day he may have to battle his brother for control of the Lin Kuei's legacy.
- even if Bi-Han prior to his betrayal scene did not do anything that cast off the tradition. We could hear him talking about his ambitions to change Lin Kuei, but only between his closest family and never openly questioning or challenging Liu Kangâs authority. Like yes, Bi-Han was frustrated and lacked patience for back talks of Kung Lao who still didnât figure out Lin Kuei pulled out their punches and acted violently once Johnny grabbed his arm - and how much it was a learned reflex to respond with violence and a simple excuse to hit him is up to debate. But each time Liu Kang got involved in the âconflictâ Sub-Zero fell back to his place and obeyed. The same as he did not argue about the mission he and his brother undertook on Fire Lordâs order.
As the story mode provides, the clan was more than ready to reject the past because only Kuai Liang and Tomas refused to follow Sub-Zeroâs leadership. Which speaks a lot both about Lin Kuei as a society and Kuai Liangâs dedication for tradition and father. The story mode really made him look to be in the minority in that matter. To the point that he openly admitted to Smoke how small are chances for him to replace Bi-Han as the Grandmaster even though he is the second in line to that title:
Smoke: âWhat are you doing? Once he's exposed, won't you be made Grandmaster?" Scorpion: "You forget Cyrax and Sektor. Their loyalty to Bi-Han is absolute. They'll sooner abet his corruption than follow me."
At his breaking point, Bi-Han explained to brother he lied about fatherâs death becauseÂ
"[...] you couldn't, and still can't, face the truth. Father had doomed the Lin Kuei to mediocrity. Now we will achieve greatness."
what is of course a very subjective opinion, but considering how sources presented Kuai Liang and how narrow-minded he can be, especially during mourning father, Iâm willing to give Sub-Zero some benefit of doubt. Not if father worsened the Lin Kuei situation or not, but about Scorpion and his inability or lack of will to face the truth. Lin Kuei has changed and Bi-Han alone is not the source of problem, because he is the clan leader for relative short period of time while the whole clan rejected the centuries old traditions honored by Kuai Liangâs father despite knowing it puts them on the collide course against Liu Kang, Earthrealm and Outworld. What is more, just because the previous Grandmaster died, it does not erase all the older members who served Earthrealm longer that Bi-Han or Kuai Liang lived and they too support Bi-Hanâs independence streak as far as sources implies. Would they reject Sub-Zero if they knew about his part in Grandmasterâs death? Maybe or maybe not, all depending how long and how deeply the dissatisfaction about the Lin Kuei situation runs. Something that Kuai Liang may not be aware of - or quite the opposite, he was in fact painfully aware about it and this is why he feared Sub-Zero's desire for change, because he knew the clan will gladly support it.
The same as for tradition, brothers have a different approach to their father and what he symbolizes in their life. For Kuai Liang the man was a cherished family member and moral guide, the first and final authority while for Bi-Han a source of frustration and limitation. Understandable then, they have an opposite reaction to his death, one is heartbroken and the other sees it as an opportunity for his own growth and realization of ambitious plans.Â
The Lin Kuei brothersâ feelings for mother though are drastically different matter and this will be the subject of the next part.
SIDENOTES
[1] The best example happened here:Â
Sub-Zero: âWe must find a less guarded section before attempting an ascent. Finally we face a worthy foe. Victory will bring us glory." Scorpion: âGlory? We fight for duty."
as Bi-Han canât even express the joy he finds in fighting without Kuai Liang cut in and bring it down again to duty and in the wider perspective what father trained them for. An excitement that in itself is not inherently a bad thing, especially since the Sub-Zeroâs quotes after losing the fight against Nitara or Ermac shows how Bi-Han would graciously accept defeat and praise his enemy (âYou are a superb adversary. More than worth the waitâ and âYou are as formidable as promised. Letâs continue.â respectively) thus his attitude is about something different than bloodthirst or fun. Sub-Zero was warned about the danger Nitara and Ermac posed:
childhood stories about Lin Kuei's effort against Nitaraâs people: âAs a boy I heard tales of battles against your kind.â
Liu Kangâs warning about Ermac: âYou are Quan Chiâs creation. Liu Kang warned about you. I had hoped for the chance to battle your dark magic.â
and so Bi-Han hoped to face worthy opponents against whom he could test his skills. And though it may sound selfish, we canât forget that Sub-Zero was raised as a warrior - only facing strong opponents and overcoming the danger allow a warrior to make progress. Lin Kuei warriors were always striving for perfection, and if this mindset did not change in Liu Kangâs timeline, it is understandable why the prospect of facing danger after years of idleness pleased the Grandmaster.
Bi-Han looking out for a chance to perfect his abilities, wishing to test himself and earning a recognition for fighting skills he dedicated his whole life doesnât sound as something deserving such a negative reaction. Especially since Bi-Han at this point has never done anything that put the mission or his brothers at risk. And though he was frustrated about his and Lin Kuei's situation, it never stopped him from doing his duty - until the capture and Shang Tsungâs offer scene. An offer he wouldnât be otherwise interested to listen to, as was seen during his fight with sorcerer
and Sub-Zeroâs intention to eliminate the enemy for good (even if Liu Kang clearly said to capture the sorcerer not to kill him).
This leads me to think Kuai Liangâs rebuke was uncalled for but also supports my feeling mentioned in the previous part - Scorpion did not enjoy fighting but was doing it because tradition (father) demanded that from him.
[2] Tomasâ complicated feelings toward Lin Kuei Father are rooted in his trauma - it was Grandmasterâs own people who killed his mother and twin sister. As much as an adult Tomas respect his adoptive parent and maybe even became emotionally close with he man over the years, there is still something in the way he spoke about the past events that indicates it was not always the case - and maybe he still feels some resentment to the man that at least indirectly destroyed his childhood
Kitana: You are Kuai Liang's adopted brother? Smoke: His father's honor demanded that he take me in.
and
Reptile: Lucky for you, Kuai Liang's father took you in. Smoke: It didn't feel that way at the time.
And I guess this is just the nature of intro dialogues, but it feels off to me that when Tomas is talking with non Lin Kuei characters, the father is always connected down solely to Kuai Liang (and not for example to both brothers) and Tomas never corrects them or say anything implying that despite not sharing the same blood, the man became his father too. There is also something to say how Tomas twice brought father in his dialogues with Bi-Han:Â
Smoke: Father wanted us to be brothers. Sub-Zero: Yet another of the old man's foolish dreams.
and
Sub-Zero: You were never truly one of us. Smoke: Were Father here, he would disagree.
None of the brothers adds âmyâ or âourâ father - and Bi-Han could do so, if he didnât consider Tomas part of the family. Interestingly Sub-Zero only once said âmy fatherâ in his intro dialogues and between the three brothers, Sub-Zero's ones revolve the most around the man (I counted 8 separate, direct intro dialogues), while Kuai Liang does not talk directly about father with Tomas at all in their pre-fighting interactions. Which is quite surprising, considering how important father is to Kuai Liang and how often Smoke brought the manâs authority in story mode and intros.
[3] At this point I think it is not the burning anger that Kuai Liang shares with the original Scorpion that should concern other characters (and us), but his âblindâ clinging to the past that brought Hanzo Hasashi a lot of suffering and made him an easy target for manipulations. Now, I know this may sound too harsh, especially at such an early stage of exploring a new timeline and having no clue what is NRSâ final goal for his character development but hear me out. Kuai Liangâs Shirai Ryu is not an improved version of Lin Kuei, but it's replacement. For now Scorpion needs to find and train willing adepts to secure Earthrealm and his new clanâs safety, so itâs understandable his focus is set on the most urgent matters at hand, but if he is not willing to closely examine past and question it - be it fatherâs teaching or what lead Lin Kuei to follow rebellious Sub-Zero than following their traditional duties, he will recreate the system that objectively speaking is unfair to people born into it. As far as we know, Lin Kuei members werenât paid for their dutiful service, they lived in isolation and secret, forced their children to endure hardship since childhood to turn them into superb soldiers (tools) so Liu Kangâs Earthrealm could be safe and sound and even in times of peace, the warriors could die for unspecified reasons that arenât related to natural death out of old age (presumably what happened to mother). There is much more to talk about, so Iâm gonna leave this matter for another part. Just signaling that Kuai Liangâs fierce loyalty to father (past) can be as dangerous as Bi-Han rejecting it.
#mortal kombat#bi han#kuai liang#tomas vrbada#sub zero#scorpion#smoke#lin kuei#my analysis#that kinda get out of control#sorry folks as much as i'm dying to talk about lin kuei bros' mother i needed to cut the text here#as it something around 9-10 pages already lol#i won't lie writing about pyromancer kuai liang is so painful and i tried my best to not be harsh on him#for being so narrow minded character that like barely provides any arguments or explaination for his cause#especially in contrast to bi han who though is painted as the âpowe hungry brotherâ he has some good points and at least give me#something to work on and analyze#while kuai is mainly father this tradition that#and it is so weird bi han and tomas have more intro dialogues about father than kuai liang and tomas have#it is not character flaws nor their fault just storyline and how story is structured and so on#but it is so weird sometimes#i'm here for scorpion being affected by grief over father and fear how the world he knows is falling apart to explain why brothers#were so frustrated and bad at communication#the same way i feel bi han's frustration influenced his behaviour
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Something about the way people on tiktok talk about Hozier and his music kisses me off and idk why
#yall are not listening#or keep making all these talking circles about bullshit#do you like the music or not?#who cares about who he dated and how good of a boyfriend he is#I am here for his ART#sorry if that makes me sound shitt#but Iâm in love with those folk blues rock rnb gospel songs#and insanely poetic and thought provoking emotional soul baring lyrics#fuck off#softie feels#softie talks
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Whoop - There it is! :> Glad to be back, folks! It's been too long, but I finished this behemoth of a Oneshot (7.1 k words FTW!) and I can't wait to see what you're thinking! Riding Alastor? â
Rut/Heat? â
NSFW? â
(Sorry minors!)
Thank you to @macabr3-barbi3 and also @ritualofcirice for encouraging me throughout the writing process - I'd still be rewriting and overthinking if it wasn't for you! <3 ILY
âAlastor, again?! Seriously, this has to stop. Look at the poor girl.â
âOh Charlotte, donât make an elephant out of a house fly â she knows itâs all in good fun, donât you darling? No hard feelings, hm?â
You forced yourself to smile, although it mustâve looked strained, as you were still trying to get your tail to depuff.
âHeâs right â no harm done, Charlie. Itâs fine.â
Of course, it was anything but fine. Your whole system was still dialed in on the danger you had felt yourself in not two minutes ago. You shouldâve been used to it by now. But you werenât, and your feverish, nervous state you had been in lately didnât help either.
Alastor had found sick pleasure in tormenting you since the moment you stepped foot in this cursed hotel.
You came after speaking to Cherri one night in the shady bar you worked at the time, not really believing that you could actually be redeemed but what she promised youâd find there: That the people there were weird but actually bearable to be around and lodging was free. The prospect of quitting your job, freeing yourself from that lewd, ambiguous boss of yours that also happened to be your landlord with a tendency to let his eyes linger too long on all the wrong places was too tempting to pass. Cherriâs latter statement was right, the room you were provided was almost as big as your flat, and the princess refused any compensation⊠even the meals were free. And for the first five minutes you thought her first one was, too. Charlotte Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer himself, welcomed you with open arms, and the other residents were a quirky, eccentric but still mostly friendly and fun bunch. But then it had begun â small at first, bolder by every passing day.
Alastorâs insistent, relentless, illogical bullying.
You knew about the radio demon, of course. You were neither naĂŻve nor stupid - despite some acquaintances of yours would beg to differ - having heard and read too much about him not to be respectful yet distanced. Wary, but polite.
You were both woodland creatures, although he, despite being a deer demon, normally a prey animal, in a hilarious twist turned out far more powerful, dangerous and predatory than you. A fox demon, slender, clever and with an air of elegance and mystery around you â well, at least on the outside. The only thing you shared with your animalistic form was that you had a quick-witted, although very scattered, mind. You were a klutz, often speaking before thinking, getting yourself into trouble more often than being able to think or talk your way out of it. But you had been careful to tame that loose tongue of yours around him, not wanting to get on his bad side. And you werenât, not in that literal sense.
You had barely introduced yourself, your new room key in hand and following the deer that enthusiastically offered to guide you to the right floor âas a good host wouldâ, when you felt your foot being grabbed and twisted mid-step, making you tumble down a full flight of stairs. The grinning demon remained standing on the top, looking down on you with glowing eyes and a smug smile while you struggled to stand back up, your ankle sharply throbbing with pain. âOh my, seems you are a flight risk, my dear.â He had said with a low chuckle, and if youâd usually reason that this incident had just been due to your general clumsiness, the deep satisfaction you could see in his eyes as you limped back up the stairs made it apparent that this wasnât the case here.
From then on, stranger things just appeared to happen to you. They were slight nuisances at first, like getting locked in rooms that didn't even have keyholes or following stairs leading into nowhere, ending up in you getting exceedingly lost or terribly late to Charlies exercises, or furniture simply collapsing underneath you during dinners or get-togethers. Those incidents always were inconspicuously accompanied by the presence of Alastor, who appeared seemingly out of nowhere and with some kind of casual joke he cracked at your misfortunes, but there always was something about him that told you these so-called jokes were in a way maliciously aimed at you, more thinly-veiled accusations more than lighthearted antics.
As time went by his efforts became less discreet - he tried less and less to hide the fact that he was the cause of your various misfortunes. Things you carried with you disappeared, just to land into his hands... always personal, embarrassing stuff that he theatrically and loudly announced to anyone near before giving it back to you. "You surely didn't mean to drop this, darling, though I must say that sage green doesn't suit you at all." he had purred one time, twirling some lacy piece of underwear of yours in his hands when you had retrieved your laundry to carry it back to your room, holding it just long enough out of the reach of your panicked attempts to snatch it from him so that the whole lobby could stare in interest, pity or amusement before he finally let it fall into your hands. You were tripped even more, his shadow blatantly laughing at you from under the feet it was holding to make sure you'd fall, and his obviously faked tutting at it with that devious smile of his stung even more than the words that came with it.
"Now, now, don't look so affronted, my dear - what's a harmless prank between friends? No hard feelings, hm?"
That became a catchphrase of his - a question not so much directed towards the victim but an exclamation directed at everyone present to assure them that everything happening was harmless and perfectly okay. And you always played along.
Truth was - despite rhyme or reason â that you were infatuated with him. His witty sense of humor, that mischievous grin that set off so many alarm bells yet was oddly charming, the power and knowledge he was carrying inside him that showed on how effortlessly he handled any situation... maybe it was because he was almost everything you were lacking that you endured his relentless teasing. In addition to the respect you had for the older demon's dangerous side, the little flicker of hope in the corner of your mind that he might someday turn from 'funny but cruel' to just 'fun' if you'd prevail long enough was too strong and it became easier every day for you to try not to be bothered with each new stunt Alastor would pull, hoping that today would be the day where something in the impenetrable brick wall that seemed to be him would crack, allowing your real self to show through and find some acknowledgement in his eyes.
What had just occurred, however, had you question that hope tremendously. You had felt hot and feverish since yesterday, suspecting you'd maybe coming down with something. But as much as you tried to avoid the others as to not spread whatever disease you were cooking up, you seemed to keep running into them.
Not all of them, just the men, though.
New residents, delivery men, even Husk and Angel seemed to smell you from afar. They popped up everywhere, and you thought yourself delusional when they stood unusually close to you, were uncomfortably touchier and their eyes more intense and even hungry when they stared at you as you practically fled from them with the excuse of getting sick. The only one who kept his distance for once was Alastor, who you only saw once, with a twitching grin on his face and a dangerous aura of his shadows around him that seemed to flicker with dark energy when Julius, one of the newest hotel guests, had cornered you and put one of his bear paws much too low on your hips, suggesting to get a drink with him to cool you off. Though you had a feeling that the radio demons glowing eyes continued to stalk you, even without seeing him again. You had decided to skip dinner and just go to bed, hoping that whatever was happening to you, it'd be over by the morning.
But the night didn't bring any relief, you just woke up in more sweat and short-breathed exhaustion, filled with a dreading sense of anticipation for something unknown to you, as if your body was in constant alert mode. After checking the time, finding it close to breakfast and your stomach twisting with hunger, you made your way downstairs, hoping it was early enough for the others to still sleep and to catch Charlie alone and talk to her, not knowing how to describe the feelings you had felt but sure that somehow the hellborn princess could tell you what the hell was wrong with you. But as soon as you turned corner on the first landing base, you had felt it - electricity in the air.
In the blink of a moment, the floor became dark and gloomy, shadows creeping out from the growing voidâs fraying edges, and instinctively you turned on your heels to practically fly down the hundreds of steps just in time before the deafening screech hit your ears. Every strand of your copper fur stood on its root as you panted, flaying yourself around another corner and watching a beast with familiar, yet obscurely twisted and long antlers crash into the wall behind you in frenzied pursuit. For one second too long you were frozen in place, realizing two things.
One: That it was Alastor that was chasing you.
And Two: That as soon as you knew it was him, your body reacted with a sudden wave of heat and ache, the thought of fleeing completely wiped from your mind but instead turning as if to throw itself into his waiting claws.
The momentum of the crash made him swipe at you, and without that one second too long that you wouldâve needed to react, you didn't have time to dodge it. Instead, you had lost balance and fell backwards down the stairs, the impact on the tiled marble floor of the hotel lobby so loud it had Charlie and Vaggie rushing out of the kitchen and hurry towards your shocked and sprawled out, but miraculously unharmed form.
"Are you sure you're okay? Youâre burning upâŠ" Charlie asked, her hands gently rubbing the back of your neck as both women helped you back up.
"You look pretty rough..." Vaggie added, her brows furrowed. You were sure you looked like a complete mess - your hair sticking out in all directions, your tail bristled, your shirt damp and the fabric clinging to your flushed body, your pupils blown and your breath shallow.
"I-I'm fine, it's just a little fever. But, listen-"
A hand on your shoulder made you instantly mute, long, red tipped claws digging slightly into the thin fabric of your shirt, not breaking through but still stinging the flesh underneath. Its heat soaked like hot oil through the cloth down into your skin, burning its way deep into your core.
"How about I escort you back to your room, darling, as my way of apologizing for my little... shenanigans. We wouldn't want your current state to... affect the others. Does that sound reasonable?"
His voice was sickeningly sweet, almost too innocent, the smile on his face wide and his eyes twinkling in almost a warning that only you caught. From the corners of your eyes you saw Vaggie turning red with anger and ready to blow up at him, and Charlie, worriedly fidgeting with a conflicted face. If you'd stay silent, the girls surely would take you out of his grasp safely. You could escape him. Any logical mind would take that chance without second guessing, especially after what happened just mere minutes ago.
"That'd be nice, Alastor."
The walk back to your room was tense and quiet. His hand had left your shoulder, and the coldness it left behind made you want to wince. Your mind was still fuzzy and your body aflame, but as you climbed up the stairs, his tall figure close behind you, the space between the two of you suddenly felt much too large after the novelty of actual, physical contact. It just occurred to you that indeed, he had never touched you before - the pushing, shoving and teasing all done by the sentient extension of his shadow companion that followed him everywhere he went. But he had never directly touched you - until now. Innocently enough, and yet you couldn't seem to shake the weight of the ghostly hand still present on the dip of your neck. The thought alone made your tail shiver, and the sudden realization made your legs move faster, the tension in the air almost suffocating.
Reaching your door, you take a deep breath. The air around you smelled musky and thick, a scent that you could've sworn wasn't there before, and the feeling of his looming presence behind you almost makes you dizzy. You turn the key with slightly shaking hands and turn as you open it, expecting him to make a snide remark and say his goodbyes for now. Instead, you don't even get to move your head before his hand returns, this time on your lower back, to all but shove you into the room, followed by him, and the loud thud and click told you he'd closed it shut and locked it, the chiming of your key on the keychain shrill in your ears.
"You seem to be in quite the predicament, my dear."
He hummed, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you, and as much as your instincts told you to back away, the fire inside you had flared up and you stood still, waiting, anticipating.
"Your little display yesterday was a nice touch. A little too theatrical, perhaps, but not everyone has the natural talent for drama like I do, hah!"
He chuckled, coming to a halt barely a foot in front of you, his eyes gleaming with something you had seen before, but couldn't name. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice level.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about."
"Oh, don't play coy now, little vixen. You weren't really discreet in your search for a willing mate, but I thought you'd at least show some decorum not to flaunt your pheromones like this." You stared at him, a bit dumbfounded and the gears in your brain turning much too slow.
"...Mate? Wh-what pheromones? What are you talking about, Alastor?"
He blinked, tilting his head. His gaze was piercing, and yet you could've sworn he had a hard time keeping it on you, as if he wanted to look anywhere but at you. "Don't tell me you don't know?" he purred, a dark smirk pulling at his lips, a slight glimmer of the yellowish hue of his sharp teeth showing from behind them.
"How quaint. I'm afraid I didn't take into consideration that you are not the type to make yourself acquainted with the hellish form you took on. Why, you're in heat, darling. A very... desperate and needy one, at that."
You were unable to speak. You had known that something was off yesterday, when the men started crowding around you like vultures, their eyes hungry and their approaches over-eager, but not once had the word 'heat' come up in your mind. You had been in Hell for not even nine months, not exactly long enough to really explore all its nuances and differences. You had only heard the term 'heat' being used before in relation to animals â which, in hindsight, you technically were, in a way. Your ears and cheeks burned and your head was swimming, your tongue like a dry piece of sandpaper in your mouth.
"H-how did you... why did you..."
Alastor sighed, taking a few steps towards the windows. "As I said, darling, you weren't very subtle. And neither were the buffoons that stumbled over their own feet trying to make you choose them. The smell of a vixen in heat is hard to resist, after all." His head fell back, and the expression he wore when he looked at you was both frightening and intoxicating. "And the scent that clings to you is absolutely divine."
His words made you blush and shudder, the ache between your thighs growing so embarrassingly strong you quickly tore your eyes from him and looked at your hands that were fumbling with your damp shirt. He hadn't even touched you, but your body was already begging for him, as if it knew his presence would be the solution to all your suffering. Why were you reacting like this to him, and not the others that had swarmed you yesterday? It made no sense, none of it did.
"Why were you chasing me, then?"
The question escaped you before you could bite your tongue, and he turned around, a brow raised but his smile wider now and the smug amusement that was so habitual of him returning to his eyes .
"Well, my dear, you were running."
He laughed at your expression of shock and dismay, obviously proud of himself as you opened your mouth and closed it again and again, no words leaving it. You watched him raise his hand up as a means to silence your inevitable ramble, to stop you before you were even able to find something to say. "Although I have to admit that I quite lost myself a bit in the heat of the moment - pun intended. Which brings us back to topic."
He was closer now. Not fully in your personal space but in the almost invisible borders between friendly distance and invading closeness, arms behind his back and a mocking grin on his face.
"Now what will you do, little vixen in heat? Unlike our earthly counterparts, demons in heat stay in it unless they've bred sufficiently - Oh no, it'll only become worse the longer itâs avoided. Do you have one of the many low-rank rutting sacks that are roaming about the hotel just for a chance to fill you up in mind to sate your needs? Most of those unworthy imbeciles would happily spread their seed into you, but - Oh dear, where's the fun in settling?"
You couldn't think straight. You knew what he was insinuating but couldn't bring yourself to truly understand and accept the gravity of the situation. It felt too much like a dream, your mind foggy with fever and every nerve and muscle in your body aching. You knew by now that your mind had chosen the one you wanted long before your body forced a decision. But despite the painful want you were scared of saying it out loud, just to be rejected. Left wanting. The perfect and most cruel tease he could use against you yet, delivered by your own damned nature.
Alastor clicked his tongue, pacing from your one side to the other like a shark in the span of your thoughts that slowly began to settle, rubbing his chin in false contemplation. Your eyes followed him absent-mindedly, and when the whirlwind of your thoughts quieted for a moment, you saw with shock that pearly beads of sweat began to form under that fiery fringe of his hair and the fingers tapping on his chin twitched ever so slightly.
âWell, your scent certainly tells me what you seem to be unable to. But good things only come for the ones that ask for it, darling.â
Again, the tingling that started to become oh so familiar shot down to your belly with the heavy pull that the glint in his eyes had on you. Maybe it was the primal need you felt playing a trick on you but something in his composure, normally so perfectly put and stoic, struck you as hastier and more unrefined. The barely hidden jerk of his ears, the slightly glossy sheen in his eyes, and that intensifying smell of musk and moss and spices oozing from him all were subtle but noticeable telltale signs, just small imperfections in his person, tiny cracks of his façade that grew larger and louder the longer he was alone with you. And finally, they began to speak a language you knew.
Without knowing the details, you became aware, sensing that he, too, wasn't nearly as collected as he liked to present himself. As if the fact that he was here, alone in the room with you was enough to allow him to slip up, ever so subtly and most certainly not intentional. You had noticed from day one that it was nearly impossible to truly get a read of his emotions, an impressive trait you envied to some degree. Yet, the most rational part of his brain appeared to have shut off when his pupils widened ever so slightly as you closed the distance between your bodies, finally throwing caution and fear and hesitancy to the wind. It was a leap of faith.
"I⊠want you. If..." Your voice was shaky and breathy, and everything in you wanted to pounce him, touch him, bite and scratch and bind him to you, but you resisted, both scared and excited for his reply, the space between your trembling bodies paper thin. "... if you'll have me."
Before your brain could really register what's happening, his smile became predatory, his red irises swallowed almost completely by his dilated pupils, making the blackness appear brighter than his naturally glowing eyes, the shadows around him writhe and grow.
"Oh, I indeed intend to have you, little fox." he cooed, an echo-like echo mixing in with the static of his usual voice. It sounded wrong, demonic, but it lit a flame of pure want within you. It made you frantic in the need to touch him, and the first and only thing your trembling fingers could grasp was his red coat, the instinct you acted on so intense you ripped the fabric from his shoulders and sent buttons flying as your hands sprouted black claws.
For a second, you were blind with panic but his dark, rumbling laugh eased the fear, your head tilting up as he lifted his taloned hands, moving over your head and dragging the tie and the suit jacket along. He held your stare as the two items landed next to you on the floor and his head tilted, a silent, cocky, knowing approval of the first piece of your real, raw self he had gotten to see, and the gesture made you almost break from under his hands as they went back into motion, hungrily peeling the sweat-damp shirt off your back. He was quick yet careful, but when you felt those sharp claws of his scraping over the curve of your back you couldnât stifle the wanton whimper they drew from you.
He shrugged the remaining pieces of shredded, crimson fabric off his shoulders and pulled on the sleeves of his ripped dress shirt, seemingly not as affected or distraught as you by having lost almost all of its buttons in your careless undressing of him, and it had you lick over your fangs that poked through when your senses became clouded with desire.
His skin faded seamlessly into soft, thin fur right under his clavicles, spreading over his lean chest and arms and towards his flat, toned belly and his hips, where it began to look like it continued on his legs but was covered by the high waisted pants of his immaculate dress outfit. Hypnotized by his alluring form, you barely noticed how quickly he took piece after piece of your clothing off of your sweaty body, the fire in you fanned by the mere feeling of his sharp fingertips dancing over your hot skin, until there was no fabric left to take off. You only realized you were completely nude once he pulled your head up to face him by your chin, his grin glistening as if he was salivating at the view of you - and it drove you mad. His other hand reached around you, finding the base of your bristled tail, long fingers raking through the fur and pulling teasingly on it.
"What a fine specimen of a vixen you are, darling..."
You don't give him time to crack any more jokes as you wrapped yourself around him, rubbing your head against his neck with a growl in a primal need to rub your own scent into him, marking him, wanting him - no - needing him and him only to ease the infernal heat bubbling inside you. The only one worthy, your instincts were telling you, and the thought was taking a hold of you, dragging you down whether you wanted or not. The sheer feeling of his exposed chest brushing against yours was almost overwhelming and your hips instinctively rutted against his, begging and silently pleading for him to fulfill his duty as your chosen mate. A chuckle, resonating deep in his chest, roused from him as he gripped your shoulder with eager force, throwing his weight into you and pushing the two of you the last couple of steps you've still had left onto your bed. Your hands found their way into the soft, maroon fur of his ears, his silky scarlet locks and down his lean, muscular back, clawing and pulling and kneading as the urge to ruin him just as he was ruining you became overwhelmingly powerful and undeniable.
"Aren't we eager now? So desperate to be bred."
A tight tug on your copper fur, which drew an unexpectedly lewd and desperate sound from you, tore your eyes away from the straining, bulging fabric of his pants, where they had previously been staring for a moment too long, your wide blown pupils reflecting his. With your cheeks, chest and shoulders flushed, you saw that a faint pink colored his features, which darkened more the longer he was looking you up and down, the large hand on your side flexing, scratching and kneading every inch it could reach, as if he was still trying to collect himself.
"Y-You don't look too u-uninterested as well." you stutter as his warm lips trailed over your collarbone and down to your nipples, softly sucking one while his other hand twirled the other between his talented fingers, the pinch deliciously painful. When he flicked his tongue out and you yelped at the intense, electrifying and unbelievable feeling he shot into you with that single, simple move, his laughter vibrated against the sensitive flesh between his lips and you swear it's the first time you ever heard him really, genuinely laughing - a deep and powerful and sincere sound. You can feel it throughout your whole body and soul and something within your mind flickers to life - as if his laugh had recharged a part that had been turned off and numb during all of your times in Hell so far, only now to feel truly alive, you and Alastorâs souls intertwining and connecting in a way you had never believed possible before.
"Finally growing into your fangs, I see. Well, if that's the case then..."
He moved swiftly, shifting his weight and pulling you with him, until your places were reversed and you sat on top of him with his hands on your waist pressing you down, down, down - the clothed bulge pressed against the junction of your thighs. A heady moan was ripped from the depth of your throat as your sex ground down against the coarse cloth of his pants, the delicious friction all the more tantalizing for the simple fact that it wasn't nearly enough.
His pupils were huge, black circles with ticking dials in them, nearly completely swallowing the rich crimson, and his normally discreetly hidden antlers sprouted with loud cracks, growing exponentially with each new sound that broke the seal of your lips, each buck of your hips or twitch of your thighs.
"... prove to me how you deserve to receive my seed."
As the words fully hit you, all blood rushes downwards and your body responds on its own. Your mouth latches on his, not sweetly, not gently - wetly, harshly, the clash of tongues and fangs drawing blood, iron and spice spilling in both of your mouths as a new wave of hot arousal wets your center, seeping into his pants.
With both clawed hands planted on his chest you could feel every single tremor, twitch and move of his - the furious pulse of his blood running under your fingertips, the shudder as you breathed his name against the heat of his jugular - you wanted to memorize, tattoo each second into your mind because despite the hazy frenzy you found yourself in it didn't elude you that this might be a once in an afterlife time thing. The thought pained you, and you felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes, which went completely disregarded by both you and the one so voluntarily trapped beneath you.
His claws raked up and down the smooth, soft skin of your sides, tracing every inch and curve and divet and painting them with red streaks, before he finally - FINALLY - moved them to his belt, the clinking sound of his buckle opened music to your ears. The buck of his hips in an attempt to get his slacks to slide lower, his soft grunt as his cock sprang up when he freed it from its clothed confines, it all drove you even madder, his powerful aura and the heaviness of his swirling shadows tipping and bending your senses as you desperately sought to draw out more of these delicious sounds, more of that want that was so obvious now in his eyes and staggered breath.
You lean forward as your tail whipped and shivered as it stood up bristled in arousal, almost losing your balance for a second, bracing yourself on his bared chest as your tongues, teeth and lips crashed together again. Jolts of white-hot electricity shot straight down to your core at the feeling of the damp tip of his cock catching on the wet and slick opening of your folds. A slow drag upwards and your nails clawed over his pectorals and ribs, his throat answering to your touch with a deep, feral growl, almost beast-like as he slid effortlessly up between your lower lips, the combined juices that leaked from his and your loins slicking the hard length. He didn't let you sheath himself into your throbbing heat though, as if to test you, and you whined as you lowered yourself onto the length of his shaft, rutting slowly on it to satiate the hunger that seemed to only grow.
It was merciful torture, a tease you didn't mind for once as the tip of his cock hit your clit every other slide and the vibration of his taunting purrs traveled throughout your spine, leaving behind a tingling burn. It had you toss back your head, the drool hanging from your lips, completely involuntary but curiously not ashamed of it.
"Al-Alastor, please...I need..." You whined, half out of breath and delirious as the sensation of his tip pushing up against your entrance just didn't seem to be enough, the emptiness inside you demanding to be filled. The very corners of his mouth twitched as he stared up at you, your hips rolling helplessly against his, panting and moaning and begging.
"Need what, darling?"
Your brain was foggy with lust, your fingers twitching as you leaned backwards, your claws digging so deep into the soft fur of his chest that they drew blood, and the fire raging inside you wild and untamable. You wanted to speak and plead, to make your tongue cooperate and to say all the right things, to seduce and coax his shaft to fill you the way you knew only his would, but his sultry yet rough voice seemed to have put a stop to whatever reasonable and rational thought that had somehow still remained. Eloquence eluded you in this desperate state, and the only words leaving your gaped mouth were broken and hoarse.
"Mate me. Fill me. Breed me."
"There's a good girl..." he rasped, one clawed hand firmly squeezing the side of your waist, while the other brushed the thin line of tears, sweat and drool hanging from the corner of your agape lips before holding his swollen cock straight for you to impale yourself on it with a moan.
"Take all of me in, little vixen, show me you are worth it. There you go..."
The stretch was blissful, but not as much as the euphoric waves crashing down on you once your greedy core had swallowed up the entirety of his length, your velvety insides clamping down on the girth the way a vise would. His sly coaxing sent another surge of raw, primal and animalistic passion rippling throughout your body, and with strange triumph you felt him experiencing the same kind of exhilaration, making you mindlessly jump forward and down to fully grind yourself down on his member with all the leverage your thighs provided, while simultaneously his strong grip on your waist and him bucking up into you in that sinfully precise way allowed for him to immediately slam right into your most intimate spot, burying his entire shaft into your dripping, welcoming heat.
Falling in sync was shockingly easy, his muscles as responsive as yours and your bodies molding together like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. He thrusted upwards with a force that took your breath away, forcing the air of your lungs to flow out with the repeated bounce and pressure, your ears ringing with the rhythmical slap of skin against skin. Relentlessly, minute after minute passed, and he cruelly ripped you away from tipping over the edge multiple times, your sanity tearing at the seams whenever he slowed you down on his throbbing cock.
In and out, up and down, faster and faster your two bodies worked together and his thick tip and tantalizing ridges brushed all too perfectly against every right spot as his pace quickened once again, making your eyes roll back and the need to cry out his name through desperate sobs over and over and over again became unstoppable, each time a little less distinct and a little more wild than the last.
"You are quite the noisy little one, aren't you? Ç€ĂĂÄ. I do love the way you scream my name." he so much as growled as you did exactly that when his fingers gripped on your hips even tighter, his hold more firm as he forced your trembling, exhausted frame up and down, each new hit a bit harder and deeper than the previous one, his entire body tensing as he picked up the speed to a feverish and merciless intensity that had you cry out with pain and pleasure alike.
"ÎČâŹÇ€ for your release darling, tell me who you want to be filled by once again."
"A-Alas...tor! I'm- fuck... please, let- I w-want only y-ou..."
It was all too much - too hot and too big and too deep, too close and too far away - thick, hot tears joined the sweat and drool that ran down your face. You wished it was over and yet that it would never end, that you could stay frozen like this for the rest of eternity - filled and aching, burning and melting on him, giving and taken from. You were broken, yet pieced together at his hands, and all of a sudden, just like that, he moved you up and his cock felt so much thicker than before this time. With one last violent push he pressed you deep into his lap - You screamed as you felt something swelling inside you, interlocking the both of you as he came right when your own vision turned first white, then black while you mercifully collapsed on top of him, finally being allowed your long-craved release. Hot seed painted your insides and made your toes curl, his cock twitching deep inside you as he gasped through the last ropes of thick and warm release. It lasted and lasted, his hand frantically stroking over your spine and down your whipping tail while he shushed you and purred praise after praise into your folded ears.
It took a few long moments for the fog to clear from your mind before you realized you had buried your nose and mouth into the crook of his neck, teeth sunken in his taupe flesh and fur unconsciously. You dared to turn your head enough to watch his face - his eyes had returned to their usual shades of red, and the engorged branches of his antlers were slowly retracting back to the small, hook shaped ones nestling at the crown of his head. He was still smiling, wide and satisfied and superior almost. You gingerly retracted your fangs from his neck, but when you attempted to unmount him â rationality, and with it shame, creeping back into your consciousness - Alastor's arms locked firmly around your bare frame, rendering you unable to move.
"So eager to get rid of me, already?" he cooed, a chuckle rising from his chest. "I wouldn't advise to move yet, my little vixen - Not while we're knotted."
"We're... knotted...?!"
He nods, and you follow his intense stare down to where you and him were still connected. Sure enough, you couldn't make out his shaft itself but a noticeable bump stretching the flushed lips of your sex impossibly wide, the sight causing you to gasp and tear your eyes away in shameful realization. A tidal wave of blood flushed your cheeks - partly due to arousal, but mostly because of embarrassment and confusion, and you willed yourself to stay calm and not to freak out. When you looked back to him you found him grinning, his expression the picture of amusement but there was something tender in the glimmering ruby eyes that looked up to you. It felt strange that even though you were sitting on top of Alastor, you still felt small and submissive to him, how much dominance and assertiveness he could hold even in a position like this.
"How long...?" you managed to ask, avoiding to look at him by turning your head aside, staring at the mess of ripped and torn cloths on the carpet.
"How long?" he echoes, but there's a pause until he hums a dark and pleased sound, "Well, darling, your guess is as good as mine. Despite what you may think, I've never knotted with anyone before."
You thought your heart would jump from your chest and flutter through the room when his hand softly petted the base of your fluffy tail before his knuckles ever so lightly traced the line of your back. His other arm still held you tightly, and his fingertips danced over the heated skin of your side, the soft caresses a sharp contrast to the way he'd handled you only a few minutes prior. You were overwhelmed by the sheer gentleness and intimacy, the vulnerability it made you feel, and you felt a lump forming in your throat.
"Relax, my little vixen. You've been so good for me, so now let me service you while we wait."
Too stunned and overstimulated to respond you feel his mouth licking and kissing along the various bruises and cuts scattered over your chest and torso, his hands soothingly stroked every inch of your sweat-damp body, tracing the lines of the scratches and welts he had left on your hips and waist while he still managed to somehow hold you still. Every touch and kiss had your tail bristle and quiver, a whimper leaving your throat, but he didn't stop until his lips were pressed to the pulse on your neck, the steady and heavy heartbeat drumming against his nose and chin.
"You know, I knew you'd come to your senses and give in to my advances eventually, darling. Although I didn't think it'd take you to get into a heat to finally admit it."
"Your wh-..."
He latched onto your breast, sucking a little too harshly on the sensitive nipple as if thatâd answer your unfinished question, and the yelp that tore from your throat turned into a moan when his teeth raked over the nub before his tongue flicked out, soothing the pain he had caused while your head swirled in confusion.
Advances?
What did he mean, advances?
All he had done since you two met had been taunting and teasing and chasing and ridiculing you... right? Another sharp bite on your sore bud had you gasp, partly by pain but also by epiphany.
Like a boy on the playground, pulling the pigtails of the girl he likes, Alastor had tormented you, chased you, tripped and caught you, waiting for you to get the hint - No hard feelings, hm?
All this time, every day and any second, in his own weird, twisted way, he had been showing a perverted version of affection and pursued you.
You weren't sure how to react, what to feel - there was too much to wrap your head around and no way in hell you'd be able to sort through it all right now, with his cock still locked inside you and his lips wrapped around your breast, still teasing, still taunting. Although now, with the context you were given, you welcomed it, wanted it even. The more you thought about it the more it all fell into place, and his actions towards you suddenly felt less and less like harassment and more like a tremendously badly executed attempt at wooing. But it was oh-so in character for him, the enigma that was the Radio Demon, and you would've laughed if his ministrations on your chest and his gently swaying hips wouldn't have coaxed your body slowly but surely steer into yet another, but softer - almost lazy - orgasm.
"You are... o-oh god... the biggest p-pain in the ass, AlastorâŠ"
He laughed, another genuine and carefree one, the vibration of his voice tickling your flesh as you came again with a pitiful moan and he let go of the rosy, pert nipple to lift his head, the soft and tender smile and the glint of his sharp teeth a sight you knew you'd never be able to forget.
"That's what they all say, dear."
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Practice Makes Perfect
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Pairing | stepdad!Jackson Rippner x reader
Summary | You go to your stepdad for help⊠with very pure intentions⊠obviously. (Heheh)
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, innocence kink, corruption, large age gap, but not under age, hand jobs, oral both m and f receiving, spanking, daddy kink technically, also incest I guess?, groping, thigh riding, praise, a sprinkle of degradation and humiliation.
Words | 7.5 k
Notes | I hope it was worth the wait folks. Also ionno how I feel about this gif but whatever lol
Ao3 link | <3
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You liked making men crave what they could never have, thatâs why you dress the way you do. But it seemed like the one man you actually wanted to crave you, never did. Much to your disappointment.Â
But you liked doing it in a subtle way, where at first glance, it wouldnât seem like your goal was to get his attention. Youâd wear loose, frilly skirts, always on the shorter side, but not short enough to be too obvious, and tight crop tops that were somewhat see-through. You also liked wearing pretty dresses and knee high socks and dainty jewelry and soft makeup. All of which at first glance would just seem like a cute, unintentionally sexyâ yet still in an innocent way somehowâ outfit.Â
Nothing you ever did caught his eye though. Sometimes youâd forego the bra all together so that your nipples were just barely poking through the thin fabric of your top, but you still didn't get a reaction. So you decided to step it up.Â
âMr. Rippner?â You asked quietly, making him look up from the computer screen as you hesitantly walked in.Â
âHow many times have I told you to call me Jackson.â He said teasingly. Â
âSorryâŠâ You couldnât help the blush that painted your cheeks when he gave you a soft smile.Â
âWhat's up?âÂ
âI can come back later if youâre busyâŠâ
âNever too busy for you. Come sit.â He clicked a few buttons on the computer then gave you his full attention. You dragged one of the arm chairs a little closer to his desk, then sat down.Â
âI just⊠had a questionâ questions. But Iâm scared to ask my mom.â You said quietly, nervously playing with the fabric of your skirt.Â
âScared?âÂ
âI donât want her to see me any differently⊠and Iâm scared that asking this might do that.âÂ
âYou can talk to me.â His tone was so genuine that it made you want to tell him anything and everything about yourself, even your deepest secrets. His warm smile wasnât helping much either.Â
âThank you⊠So, umâ thereâs this guy that I like..â He just barely stiffened when you said that. âHeâs older,â
âHow much older?âÂ
âA little more than twenty yearsâŠâÂ
âHeâs in his forties?âÂ
âEarly fourties, yes.â You said quietly, not able to maintain eye contact any longer. You couldnât figure out what emotion was on his face right now. âBut I really really like him, Mr. Rippner, and he treats me right.âÂ
âAny man going after you whoâs that old will not treat you right.âÂ
âOhâŠâ You kept your eyes on your lap as your chest ached. Even though this wasnât a direct rejection it still hurt. âSorry.âÂ
âHeyâ no, I'm sorry.â His tone was noticeably softer. âI just worry about you, kiddo.â Your whole face heated up at the name, as it always does. âI'm sorry. If you still want to talk, I'm here for you.âÂ
âThanksâŠâ When he didnât say anything, you took that as your cue to continue. âI- Iâve been having.. bad thoughts about him, Mr. Rippner. And I know that itâs wrong, but I just canât help it. I donât even really know what heâs making me feel, just that it makes me feel dirtyâŠâ His cheek tensed as he clenched his jaw. Â
âInappropriate thoughts, you mean?â He clarified and you nodded in response. âI see. And before I respond, what exactly is it that youâre asking me?âÂ
âI- I want to impress him⊠but Iâve never done.. anything. Iâm scared Iâll make a fool of myself, so I was hoping⊠you could help me?â
âHelp you?â He choked out. You nodded and bit your lip. âLet me just make sure Iâm hearing this right. You want to fuck a man twice your age,â you blushed at his crude words, âbut youâre nervous about it⊠so youâre asking your step father, whoâs also twice your age, to help you practice so you feel more confident?âÂ
âIâm sorry, this was stupid.â You muttered as you got to your feet.Â
âSit down.â His voice was technically still soft, but you could hear the underlying sternness in his tone, so you lowered yourself back down in the chair. âWhy me?âÂ
âI just⊠I trust you a lot, Mr. Rippnerâ more than most. I know youâd never do anything to take advantage of me.â You said, even though you hoped he would.Â
âAnd what about your mom?â That made you frown.Â
âI didnât mean it in a cheating way. Just for you to show me what to doâ to teach me. Thatâs not cheating.âÂ
âSweetheartâŠâ He started, making your frown deepen. âYou understand why this would be wrong other than that, right?âÂ
ââŠNo.â You did.Â
âNot even talking about the fact that I'm twice your ageâ Iâm your step father. This is not something that step fathers teach their step daughters.â He explained gently.Â
âOh.. I guess you donât have to, then. I can just⊠ask him to teach me or something.âÂ
âAbsolutely not.â He said sternly, startling you. âTelling him that will practically give him the green light to manipulate and coerce you.âÂ
âHe wouldnât do that.â You frowned.Â
âYes he would. Every man would.âÂ
âClearly not every man.â You muttered.Â
âLook,â he sighed, âI do want to help you, kiddo, but itâs more complicated than that.âÂ
âIt doesnât have to be..âÂ
âBut it is.âÂ
âAre you not attracted to me?â You asked suddenly. âIs that why?â He sighed again and looked away from you, making your stomach churn. âOh.â You felt like you were about to cry any minute nowâ this is not going how it was supposed to at all. You felt stupid and embarrassed and you wished you never came in here.Â
âIâŠâ he sighed, âIt's not that. I shouldnât be attracted to you, honey. Itâs wrong.â
ââŠBut you are?â He said âshouldnâtâ so maybe thatâs a good sign.Â
âItâs doesnât matter if I am,âÂ
âIâm attracted to you, Mr. Rippner.â You said quietly, waiting nervously for his reaction. âIt doesnât feel wrong.â He let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes as his head tilted back a little. You watched him carefully, trying to figure out what he was thinking. When he suddenly leaned back up and opened his eyes, they were significantly darker, the pretty, pale blue almost gone now. âMr. Rippner?â You asked when he didnât say anything.Â
âIâm not going to show you, but Iâll tell you. How does that sound?â You frowned and looked away.Â
âOkay⊠If you think thatâs best, I trust you.â You said, silently praying for him to do more than talk to you.Â
âLetâs just start off with you telling me what you do know.âÂ
âUm⊠Well, Iâve seen people kiss.. and Iâve tried to practice, but it feels awkward and I donât want it to be weird when it happens.âÂ
âYou never kissed anyone?â His eyebrows were raised as he stared at you in poorly concealed surprise.Â
ââŠNo.â You said, voice small.Â
âOkay,â he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, âokay. What else?âÂ
âI mean⊠I think I mostly know how the rest of it goes? The part where.. I donât really do much. Itâs the other parts that I donât know.âÂ
âYou mean foreplay?â You nodded with a blush. âAnd you know how to practice safe sex, right?âÂ
âA condom?âÂ
âThatâs the most common way, yes.â He leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy breath. âOkay. I think I can help you out with some of it, but the rest you might just need to practice on your own.Â
âBut I have!â Your blush deepened when you realized what you just implied.Â
âYou have?â
âI- I mean.. I justâ ItâŠâ Nothing you could say would save you.Â
âDirty girl⊠Do you have a toy hidden somewhere?â He said teasingly and you didnât know how to respond, not when the real answer is so much more embarrassing and perverted.Â
âSomething like that..â He examined you carefully, making you feel like he was uncovering every secret you've ever had.Â
âOh I see.â He chuckled. âCreative little minx, arenât you? Whatâd you use?â You looked down and bit your lip, feeling far too embarrassed right now. âHairbrush handle? Cucumber?âÂ
âStop teasing me, Mr. Rippner.â You pouted and he gave you a small smile.
âIâll stop teasing once you stop calling me that.â When your gaze stayed on your lap, he continued. âWhere'd you use it? Your mouth or your cunt?â Your head snapped up with a gasp at his vulgar language.Â
âMr. Rippner!â You scolded him, but your cheeks were far too red to uphold the sternness of your reprimand.
âItâs just a simple question, kiddo. Youâre going to have to get used to those words if you want my help. I canât really explain it without saying it.âÂ
âI- I know. It just caught me off guard is all and um⊠mouth.â You muttered, not able to maintain eye contact. âBut I couldn't do it, it was too hard.âÂ
âWhatâd you try to do, sweetheart?â
âI dunno⊠justâ anything that I thought might be right. I didnât really know what to do.â You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. âNeed someone to teach meâŠâÂ
âYou know that I canât.â He said softly.Â
âBut how else am I supposed to learn? Why canât you just help me?â You pouted, making him sigh.Â
âI am helping you.âÂ
âButâŠ.â You were going to beg again, but so far thatâs gotten you nowhere, so you decided to try something else. âFineâ Iâll just find someone else!â You said, standing up and turning around to walk out.Â
âSit down. I wonât tell you again.â He said sternly, making you freeze, but not turn around yet.Â
âMr. RippnerâŠâ You finally turned back to face him, but you couldnât look at him, âI think Iâve embarrassed myself enough for one day,â
âYou really donât want me to tell you again.â He warned and for the first time, you felt a little afraid of him. It was flustered fear, but fear nonetheless. You slowly walked back over and sat down again.Â
âHereâs whatâs going to happen. Iâm going to help you, but youâre not going to tell anyone. Especially your mother. Do you understand?â You couldnât help the smile that creeped up on your face as you nodded.Â
âCome here.â You got back up and walked around the desk, waiting awkwardly for the next instruction. âOn your knees.â Your stomach fluttered and you could feel the ache between your legs that you usually get when youâre near him. Slowly lowering yourself to the ground, you placed your hands on your lap and looked up at him as he rolled his chair back and faced you.Â
âDo whatever you think is right. Iâll stop you or tell you what to do if you need help.â Even though that made you nervous because there was a higher chance youâd embarrass yourself, you agreed.Â
Shuffling forward, you settled between his legs and reached for his belt. The bulge in his pants was already making your mouth water and you pressed your thighs together without thinking. His breath hitched when you accidentally brushed his crotch, but he let you continue until his pants were open enough for you to pull them down a little and reach inside to take out his length.Â
You gasped at the size of him and stared at it with wide eyes and slightly parted lipsâ how is this ever going to fit.. anywhere inside you when it barely fits in your hand? He brushed your hair out of your face and you swallowed thickly as you forced your eyes away from his length to look up at him.Â
âY-youâre⊠Are they all this big?â You asked nervously, making him chuckle quietly.Â
âNot all, but Iâm only a little above average.âÂ
âOh.â So the average is only a little smaller? That didnât ease your nerves at all.Â
âJust take it slow, kiddo. Donât rush into it, go at whatever pace youâre comfortable with.â You were struggling to get yourself to follow the soft demand because of how badly you wanted to impress him. âStart with your hand.â You nodded and swallowed down the lump in your throat as you reached for his length. Tentatively grasping it in your hand, you stroked him slowly, looking up at him for confirmation. âA little harder, love.â You squeezed harder, but immediately pulled back when he winced.Â
âIâm sorry,âÂ
âThatâs okay. Here,â he took your hand in his and wrapped it around his cock, moving it slowly. âLike this, okay?â When you nodded, he let go for you to continue on your own. You noticed that his limited reactions seemed to mostly happen when you were at the tip, so you focused on that, rubbing your thumb over the bead of clear liquid on top, making him curse under his breath.Â
âYou know what that is?â He asked, almost breathlessly.Â
ââŠPrecum?â You were terrified of embarrassing yourself by saying the wrong thing, but you vaguely remembered learning that somewhere.Â
âThatâs right.. good girl. Have a taste.â With a blush from the praise, you tentatively brought your hand up and sucked your thumb into your mouth. âDo you like it?â
âI think so. Itâs⊠watery but a little sweet almost?â He laughed quietly and you gave him a small smile.Â
âKeep going.â You started stroking him again, keeping the pace a little slow as you got used to it. âDo you want to try using your mouth now?â You looked up at him nervously, but nodded anyway. âOkay, just suck on the tip while you keep stroking it.â You shuffled forward even closer and placed your free hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you leaned up a little. When you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, he let out a shaky breath and put his hand on top of yours on his thigh.Â
âSuck it and flick your tongue over it,â you obeyed and he let out a low moan, âthere you go⊠Keep using your hand.â You hadnât even realized you stopped stroking him until he mentioned it.Â
âAtta girl. Youâre a natural, kiddo.â You couldnât help the whimper that slipped out at the praise, even if he was just teasing you. You continued stroking his length while mouthing at the tip, not sure what to do next. Thankfully he seemed ready to help you with that.Â
âYou want to draw it out a little so how about you practice kissing, hm?â You perked up at the thought of finally being able to kiss him, but almost pouted when you realized he didnât mean on his lips. You gave the tip and quick kiss, then looked up at him, asking a silent question of what to do. âKiss all over it, sweetheart.â You obeyed, working your way down the underside of his cock. âGood girl. Keep going down.â You were quickly reaching the base and you looked up at him in confusion.Â
âYou didnât think you were just going to suck my cock, did you?â He chuckled, making you frown. You did think that⊠What else would you suck? âStart with kissing and licking my balls.â That made you pull back as your eyes widened.Â
âYourâ But⊠Is that,âÂ
âYouâre not going to impress any man with a mediocre blow job. Iâm trying to help you, baby.â You didnât know that was a thing you had to do⊠and for some reason it felt dirtier than everything youâve done so far. He picked up on your apprehension and his teasing smirk dropped into a more serious expression.Â
âHey, we donât have to.â He said softly, genuinely. âThe second you change your mind, weâre done, no questions asked. I can make you some hot chocolate and put on that movie you like and we donât have to mention this ever again.âÂ
âIâŠâ You swallowed the lump in your throat as your gaze shifted between his eyes and his cock. âCan we still do all of that after we do this?â You asked timidly, making the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile as he reached out to pet your hair.Â
âOf course we can, kiddo. Iâm pretty much done with work for the day so Iâm all yours until itâs your bedtime.â You flushed at the mention of the silly rule he was so adamant about implementing. You told him that youâre an adult and adults donât have bedtimes and he said that he just wants whatâs best for you and that getting a good night's sleep is one of the best things you could do to take care of yourself. You didnât protest again after thatâ mostly just because you liked the idea of him having that power over you.Â
âSince itâs Friday⊠could we maybe.. extend my bedtime?â You asked coyly, staring up at him with wide pleading eyes. He raised his brows as he looked down at you for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh and looking away.Â
âYouâre getting too spoiled. I might as well start calling you princess.â He said with a sly smile, making you blush.Â
âIf Iâm your princess, does that make you my daddy?â You asked innocently, making his breath catch in his throat, but he recovered quickly and decided to tease you a little.Â
âNow where did you learn something like that?â Your blush intensified and you couldnât maintain eye contact any longer.Â
âHeard some classmates talking about itâŠâÂ
âArenât you a nosy little thing? But no kiddo, that doesnât make me your daddy. Iâm still just plain old stepdad Jackson.â He said with a small shrug.Â
âBut⊠if I want you to be?â You asked nervously. He let out a heavy breath that turned into a quiet chuckle.Â
âIf you want me to be⊠Then, we'll do a trial run tonight, how does that sound?â Â
âGood. Thank you, daddy.â You decided to try it out immediately and it was strange how natural the word fell from your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cock twitch.Â
âOkay, princess. You do a good job and Iâll reward you by pushing your bedtime back an hour.â That made your face light up, but you were feeling bold right now.Â
ââŠTwo?âÂ
âThirty minutes?â He asked, in the same tone as you, making you pout and accept his original offer of one hour. âPick up where you left off.â He spread his legs to give you more room to shuffle forward and lean your face close to his length, but instead of aiming for his cock, you went lower. You did as he instructed, kissing and licking them gently. It felt dirty and wrong doing this, but somehow, at the same time, like the most fulfilling thing you've ever done.Â
âNow suck one into your mouth.â The second your lips wrapped around one, he cursed under his breath and let out a sigh of pleasure, but it quickly turned into a wince, making you pull back instantly. âGotta be gentler, honey.âÂ
âSorry. Iâm sorry.â You rushed out, face flushing with shame, and he shushed you.Â
âItâs okay. Just do it a little softer.â You hesitantly leaned forward to try once again, now much more apprehensive this time. âThere you goâŠâ He cooed, âFew more seconds, then do the same to the other one. Donât forget to use your hand on my cock while you do this.â You blushed at the crude words but wrapped a hand around his length again to start pumping slowly before releasing him with a loud pop and moving to the other one. His sounds gave you confidence and you flicked your tongue as you sucked, then pulled back to keep licking and kissing while you stroked him. It was hard to multitask though with how overwhelmed you were getting from his scent and his hand holding yours on his thigh and just his closeness.Â
You tried not to get too embarrassed when your spit kept building up until it was covering your lips and chin, making you feel even dirtier. But you realized that you like how it feels. You like feeling filthy as you make him feel good.Â
You kept mouthing at his balls, occasionally sucking on them, and he placed his free hand on your head, stroking your hair.Â
âFuck⊠Look at youâ Are you sure youâve never done this before?â He asked teasingly, not giving you a chance to reply before speaking again. âThereâs no way this mouth belongs to my innocent little girl.â You blushed, feeling shy at the compliment.Â
âDaddyâŠâ You whined against him, never stopping the movement of your hand or mouth.Â
âItâs okay, kiddo. You just keep sucking on my balls and stroking my cock. Donât need to do anything else.â You whimpered and squirmed at his feet, quickly growing uncomfortable with the weird feeling between your legs.Â
âDaddy, it hurts.â You didnât want to disobey him by stopping right after he told you to keep going, so you barely pulled back enough to get the words out.Â
âWhat hurts?â You whined quietly and pressed your thighs together. His gaze traveled down your body curiously. âYour cunt?â You mewled and blushed at the vulgar word, but nodded in agreement.Â
âYouâre a proper whore, arenât you?â He chuckled, making you frown and pull back.Â
âNoâŠâÂ
âThereâs no need to be embarrassed, baby. If sucking balls is what gets you off, thatâs nothing to be ashamed of.âÂ
âStop making fun of me.â You pouted, making him smile. âAnd âm not a whore.âÂ
âOf course youâre not a whore, princess. Youâre my whore.â Your entire face heated up and the ache between your legs got infinitely worse. âIsnât that right?â You whined quietly and he chuckled.Â
âY-yesâŠâ You whispered. âYours.âÂ
âMy what?â Your expression turned into a pout and you averted your gaze. âHm?â
âYourâ your whore.â You choked out as tears welled in your eyes from the humiliation of it all. Â
âGood girl. Keep going.âÂ
âBut,â He gave you a warning look so you ignored the fire in your belly and leaned back in. Your hand picked up again as you tried new things with your mouth on his balls, making sure to repeat the ones that drew any sounds from him. There was even more saliva now and you could feel some of it dripping down your neck to your chest.
âGo a little lower now.âÂ
âW-what?â You choked out, trying to pull back, but he used the hand on your head to hold you there. âRelax, kiddo. Just a little bit.â He explained, but you were still apprehensive. He pushed you down until your chin hit the chair then pulled you closer, burying your nose into his balls and holding you there.Â
âLick.â He demanded, but you werenât sure what you were supposed to be licking. Since you werenât able to question him, you just stuck your tongue out and moved it as best you could with how close he was holding you to his body. âThere you fucking go.â He groaned, bucking his hips against your face.Â
âSo fuckinâ filthy.â He said through a breath. Despite the degrading words he used, his tone was full of admiration and pride. âCovered in your own spit as you lick my taint.â He chuckled, voice a little darker now. âWork your way back up slowly.â He lessened the pressure on your head and you gave one last lick before moving up to his balls, mouthing at them for a few seconds, then kissing up his length until you reached the tip. You pulled back and looked up at him, waiting for the next instruction eagerly.Â
ââŠIâm on the fence about teaching you this.â You furrowed your brows in confusion.Â
âWhat is it?â
âItâs not necessary for a good blow job, you can leave a guy plenty satisfied with what Iâve taught you so far, but this just makes it even better.â You wanted to make him feel even better so there wasnât any doubt in your mind.Â
âPlease teach me?â You asked, even though you still werenât really sure what he was talking about.Â
âAre you sure?â
âPlease, daddy.â You whined.Â
âOkay, princess. Hands off.â You let go of his cock and placed your hand on his thigh. âOpen.â Your mouth fell open and he adjusted so he was gripping your hair, then slowly lowered you onto him.Â
âFirst I want you to show me how far down you can take it.â He kept his grip on your hair, but let you move freely. Slowly forcing yourself down, you looked up at him for a moment before taking a deep breath through your nose and closing your eyes to concentrate. This is what youâre not good at. You kept going down until he brushed the back of your mouth. When you tried to move down even more, you gagged and had to pull off.Â
âGood girl. Almost halfway.â You all but beamed at the praise. âIâm going to try holding you there. Pinch my thigh if itâs too much, okay?â You nodded and he gave you a small smile. âTake a deep breath.â You inhaled and let your mouth fall open, waiting for him to guide you down onto his cock. He pushed your head slowly until he reached the back of your mouth, then held you still. You were fine for a few seconds as you breathed heavily through your nose and focused on suppressing your gag reflex, but once it started, you couldnât stop it and you had to pinch his thigh.Â
âThat was good, kiddo. Youâre already getting better. Just try to keep your mouth open wider so your teeth arenât touching it, okay?âÂ
âOkay. SorryâŠâ You looked away, feeling embarrassed. You didnât know how you were supposed to open your mouth any wider when your jaw was already starting to ache because of his size.Â
âDonât apologize. Youâre learning, youâre bound to make a mistake or two.â He said, easing your nerves.Â
âCan I try again?âÂ
âWhenever youâre ready.â You sank down on his cock voluntarily this time and took deep breaths through your nose as he held you there. You didnât want to gag, but you could feel it coming anyway. When it happened, you squeezed his thighs to keep yourself from pinching him, wanting to hold out a little longer. He shushed you and used a hand to pet your head while the other held you down as your body instinctively tried to pull up.Â
âGood girl. See if you can control it.â You squeezed your eyes shut with a strangled whimper and tried to breathe slowly. âThatâs it⊠I'm going to pull you up a little so you can take a breath.â He lifted you only an inch or so up and you heaved in a shaky breath before he pushed you back down. You werenât expecting him to actually only let you take a single breath, so you gagged again the second he hit the back of your mouth. This time though, you gagged hard enough to make you feel like you could throw up if it happened just one more time so you pinched him and he pulled you off.Â
A string of saliva connected your lips to his cock and you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath and push down the nausea.Â
âIâm so proud of you, kiddo. Youâre doing amazing.â It didnât feel like you were doing amazing, but you blushed at the compliment anyway.Â
âThank you.â You rasped, giving him a small smile. He cupped your cheek, rubbing the saliva on your lips around a little as he returned the expression.Â
âKeep this up and I might consider pushing your bedtime back two hours instead.â Your face lit up at that and he laughed under his breath.Â
âReally?âÂ
âYou deserve it.â You smiled and his thumb swiped over your lips again, so you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. âChristâ Youâre going to kill me, baby.â He groaned, making you blush. âDo you think you can try something a little harder now?âÂ
âI think so.â You said quietly, after reluctantly pulling away from his thumb to speak.Â
âIâm going to push you down farther, okay? Youâll probably gag, but I know you can take it.â He pushed your hair out of your face and gave you a reassuring smile. You nodded and moved closer to his length, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to push you down. He did it slowly and stopped once he reached the back of your mouth. Placing both hands on the back of your head, he applied more pressure, but did it quickly. You gagged instantly, but it cut off into a garbled whimper when he breached your throat barrier and pushed you all the way down until your nose was buried in his pelvis and your chin was resting on his balls.Â
âFuckâ good fucking girl.â He said through a moan. You tried to stay there despite the intense need to gag, but it was quickly becoming too much. âYou feel incredible, baby.â You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing him curse under his breath as you choked. When you couldnât take it anymore, you pinched his thigh and he hesitated for a second before letting you pull off. He stroked your hair as you coughed and tried to catch your breath. You looked up at him through teary eyes and his other hand moved to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over your lips that were slick with even more saliva now.Â
âHow you holding up?â He asked softly and you cleared your throat before responding.Â
âGood I think..âÂ
âDo you want to stop?â Kind of⊠but at the same time you wanted more. More of thisâ more of him.Â
âNo- no⊠I want to keep going.â
âDonât just say that because you think itâs what I want to hear,â
ââm not. Wanna keep going.â You whined.Â
âDo you want to keep doing this or go back to what you were doing before?â He seemed to like this the most and you wanted to practice so you could get better for him. So even though your throat was already sore, you said yes.Â
âThis.âÂ
âOkay, baby. Whenever youâre ready.â You cleared your throat again and tried to even out your breathing before wrapping your lips around the tip again, waiting for him to push you back down. He moved you slowly until he reached the back of your mouth and you braced yourself for what was about to happen.Â
Even though you were anticipating it, you still gagged when he applied more pressure, and then choked when he finally entered your throat. You were coughing and sputtering around him, each time forcing more spit out of your mouth, making your face heat up when you felt more of it roll down your neck to your chest.Â
âThatâs it⊠Good girl.â The moan that escaped you because of his praise sounded more like a garbled, incoherent sound rather than anything else. âFuckâ Iâm gonna come, baby.â He groaned, making your stomach flutter.Â
You wanted nothing more than to pull off so you could breathe and cough, but you wanted to let him finish. So you squeezed his thighs hard enough to make him wince and his hips flinched up, burying his cock even deeper.Â
âWhen I pull out, keep your mouth open.â He rushed out and you could only make a strangled sound in return. His hips were rutting up into your mouth now as he kept a tight grip on your head, not letting you move when your body reflexively tried to pull away. He cursed under his breath, then let out a loud groan, and you felt heat in your throat until he pulled out. You coughed, but tried to keep your mouth open as he stroked his cock in front of you, making more come land on your tongue and around your lips. When his sounds quieted and his hand slowed to a stop, he stared down at you as he panted.Â
âSwallow.â He demanded softly. You reluctantly closed your mouth and swallowed, then he swiped up the come that landed on your face and put it on your tongue for you to swallow as well.Â
You tried not to let it show in your expression, but you werenât expecting it to taste like that at all and it caught you off guard. Especially because you were expecting more of the sweet taste that the precum had.Â
âEveryone tastes like that?â You asked quietly, making him chuckle.Â
âI wouldnât really know, sweetheart, but I would assume so.â He wiped your tears and the spit from your chin and your stomach fluttered again at the soft, simple action. âYou did such a good job. Iâm so proud, kiddo.â Your whole face flushed at the compliment, but you didnât understand why he said it since it didnât seem like you improved much.Â
âThank you..â You said anyway, making the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile.Â
âGet up here, princess.â You immediately got giddy at the thought of being so close to him and you eagerly climbed onto the chair and straddled his legs, putting your hands on his shoulders. He rubbed up and down your thighs slowly, teasing you.Â
âDo you think youâve learned enough?â You tried not to frown at the thought of this ending so soon.Â
âNoâŠâ You muttered, looking down.Â
âNo? What else can I teach you, baby?â He chuckled. You knew his question was rhetorical, but you answered anyway.Â
âI- I donât know how to⊠touch myself.â You said with a blush and his eyes widened a little.Â
âYou donât touch yourself?â He asked through a breath, almost completely frozen.Â
âIâve tried⊠I just end up feeling awkward and dumb so I stop. But I need you, daddy, it hurts. Make it go away.â You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes and a frown. He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, his grip tightening on your thighs.Â
âFuckâ fuck, okay. Iâll teach you, but after that, no more.âÂ
âOkay.â You agreed, even though you knew you were going to be begging him to keep going when he decided to stop. He took a deep breath and you waited anxiously for him to do something.Â
âYou have to start slow, build up to it. Women are different from men, they need more than we do to get started.â His hands dragged up your thighsâ over your skirtâ to your hips, then up your waist, and sadly back down again.Â
âDonât wanna start slow.â You whined, squirming in his lap.Â
âYou told me to teach you and thatâs what Iâm doing, princess.â You huffed and looked away from him with a pout. When he suddenly grabbed your cheeks in one hand, then turned you back to face him and pulled you closer, your breath caught in your throat.Â
âI donât want any attitude from you when Iâm the one doing you a favor.â He said lowly, but you were distracted by his breath fanning your lips and his grip on your face. âI control how fast or slow we go. Do you understand?â There was that fear again, only this time you subconsciously tried to grind against him.Â
âY-yes.â You whispered, staring at him with wide eyes, getting needier and needier. âPlease,â You whined, squirming again, but stopping when his hand moved down to your throat.Â
âWhat did I just say?â He gritted.Â
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorryâ But I canât take this anymore, itâs torture!â You cried. He stared at you with a dark look that made you nervous and you waited anxiously for what was next.Â
âFine. Up.â
âDaddyâŠâ You whined, but it cut off then he roughly grabbed your hips and lifted you to your feet. He didnât even give you a demand before pulling you forward by your hips so that your legs were on either side of one of his. You gasped when he pulled you down and reached for his shoulders to steady yourself. âGrind on my thigh.âÂ
âW-what?â You choked out, eyes widening even more.Â
âIf you want to act like a bitch in heat, thatâs how youâll be treated. Hump my fucking thigh or weâre done for tonight.â He menaced, making your whole face heat up. Youâve never heard such degrading words before, especially not aimed at you, and even though you were probably supposed to be upset that he basically just called you a dog⊠you started moving your hips anyway.Â
âYou need to learn,â he landed a hard smack on your ass, making you cry out and tighten your grip on his shoulders, âwhen to fucking listen.â Another spank, this time on your other cheek. âI didnât have to let you suck my cock, but I didâŠâ When he hit you again, you felt tears brimming in your eyes. âI didnât have to teach you how to deep throat,â you let out a choked sob when he hit you again, the hardest so far, âbut I did.â He growled, spanking you twice in quick succession.Â
âIâm sorry!â You cried, squeezing your eyes shut.Â
âLook at the fucking mess youâre making.â He roughly fisted your hair and forced your head down so you could see the damp spot on his pants where you were grinding. You whined, getting so overwhelmed with the feeling between your legs and his words and his hands and just him.Â
âGet the fuck up.â He suddenly said, making your heart drop. Was he going to leave you like this? All needy and achy?
âDaddy, âm sorry.â You whimpered, staring at him with puppy dogs eyes and a pout. In response, he just lifted you off of him by your hips and stood up. You protested with a whine, but it cut off when he pushed you in front of the desk and roughly forced your chest down on it. You tried lifting yourself up, but he just placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades and forced you back down.Â
âStay.â He growled, making you stiffen. He flipped your skirt up and you squirmed with a low whine. âNo shorts?â He spanked you again and you quickly scrambled for purchase on the desk. When he roughly groped your ass, you let out a quiet moan and squeezed your thighs together, but he kicked your legs apart, not letting you have any relief.Â
âDaddyâŠâ You whined, but it cut off into a yelp when he spanked you again. He roughly cupped your sex and you mewled in response as you pushed your hips back.Â
âSuch a needy fucking pussy for a virgin.â He gruffed, making you blush, but it only intensified when he pulled your panties to the side.Â
âFuckâŠâ He muttered, then dragged a finger through your slit, spreading your arousal. âFuck!â You jumped at the sudden increase in volume. Was he mad? He sounded like he was quickly losing his composure and you werenât exactly sure why or how you could help him.Â
âDaddy?âÂ
âShut up.â He hissed, roughly gripping your underwear and pulling until he ripped it off of you. âJust shut the fuck up.âÂ
âMmph!â He shoved your panties in your mouth before you could even register what was happening. He ignored you and roughly groped your ass again, pulling you apart to spread your holes and cursing under his breath. When wetness and heat replaced the chilly air on your clit, your hips flinched back toward the pleasure as a surprise moan escaped you.Â
He licked over you slowly, still having a firm grip on your ass to keep you spread open. Moving up to your hole, he licked and sucked, making a loud, vulgar slurping sound that had you whining from embarrassment.Â
You whimpered, hiding your burning face in your arms. He lapped up your arousal for a while before going back down to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. You choked on a whimper at the sudden, intense pleasure, making him chuckle against you.Â
Your knees shook and you moved your hands to grip the desk, trying to ground yourself, but it was just so fucking intense. Eventually, your legs got too weak to hold you up and all of your weight was resting on the desk with the hard wood digging into your hip bones painfully.Â
You whimpered, feeling your stomach tighten with arousal even more, but let out an anguished sob when he suddenly pulled back. Your head was spinning with how fast he lifted you off of the desk and sat you down on his chair, removing the makeshift gag.
He pulled your hips to the edge and dove back in eagerly. Your hands landed in his hair as you rocked your hips against his face, moaning and whining at the new feelingâ you could already tell you were getting addicted. Moving down to your hole, he lapped up your arousal and rubbed his thumb over your clit, making your stomach feel even tighter. Â
âIf you let that⊠that fucking pervert anywhere near you I swear to god you wonât be able to sit for a fucking week.â He growled and you moaned at his words as well as the sudden possessiveness in his tone. âThis pussy is mine. Do you understand?â You mewled and tugged his hair, trying to pull his mouth back on you, but he was stronger.Â
âY-yes. Yours, daddy.â You whined, tugging harder. âPlease!â You cried, when he still wouldnât give in. âItâs yours, daddy! Iâm all yours.â You sobbed out, grinding your hips in hopes of getting the stimulation back.Â
âPull your shirt up.â He gruffed, only leaning back down after you obeyed. His mouth took over his thumb again and he reached up to grope your breast as he sucked on your clit in an almost feral manner. âWhoâs tits are these?â He mumbled against you, starting to toy with your nipple now.Â
âYours.âÂ
âWhoâs allowed to see them?â He switched hands, giving your other nipple the same treatment.Â
âOnly you.â You said through a breath, feeling the coil in your stomach get impossibly tighter.Â
âWhoâs allowed to touch them?âÂ
âOnly you, daddy. Please!â He didnât respond, he just worked harder and faster on your clit until you fell over the edge. You sobbed out a moan and pulled on his hair hard enough to make him hiss in pain. But that was overshadowed by the feeling flooding your entire body, making you tremble and writhe as you rutted against his face. You werenât lying when you said you donât touch yourself, but now that you know what an orgasm feels like? You might start trying honestly.Â
Once your body sagged into the chair and your sounds died down, he pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. You were panting, still trying to calm down even though you were practically dizzy with pleasure. You felt warm hands running up and down your thighs, soothing you, and you gave him a dopey smile as your eyes fluttered open to look down at him.Â
âYouâve got quite the grip on you, kiddo.â He chuckled, making you blush and loosen your hands in his hair.Â
âSorry.â You said sheepishly, trying to rub his scalp a little to soothe the ache he must be feeling from you pulling so hard.Â
âYou okay?â He asked and you nodded wordlessly. âI⊠I didnât mean to get so harsh. I just worry.âÂ
âI know, itâs okay. I wonât go near him.â It felt like you were hit with a wave of exhaustion all of a sudden. Is that what orgasms do? Make you sleepy?
âGood girl. You tired?â When you nodded, he chuckled quietly. âLetâs get you cleaned up really quick. Wait here.â As if you could stand on your wobbly legs. You thought with an internal scoff. He left the room and returned with a damp washcloth a minute later. He started with your face, gently wiping the mascara from under your eyes and the dried spit around your mouth, trailing down your chest. Once that was cleaned up, he went even lower. You jolted when the cloth brushed over your folds.Â
âIâll be quick.â He said, trying to soothe you. He wiped the area gently and you couldnât help the quiet moan that slipped out when he brushed your clit. âNone of that.â He reprimanded you softly and with a smile. When he finished, he pulled your top back down and fixed your skirt.Â
âDo you still want that hot chocolate and movie?â You nodded with a lazy smile and he chuckled before picking you up and carrying you to the living room. He set you down on the couch gently and laid a blanket over you, then kissed the top of your head. As he was walking to the kitchen, your brain was already starting to come up with new ways to get this to happen again. You still have so much to learn, after all.Â
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NOT GOING ANYWHERE â JOHN HANCOCK
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pairing: john hancock x reader
description: you couldnât be happier with the life youâve built in goodneighbor with john. when a handsome stranger makes your acquaintance at the third rail, though, your beloved mayor needs just a little reminding that youâre all his.
warnings: tooth rottinâ fluff baby !!! bit of swearing as per. of course the handsome stranger is coop !
authorâs note: this was a request i HAD to start immediately so thank you so much for it and sorry it took a while. john hancock deserves the world and you, dear reader, wanna give it to him here <3 enjoy!
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âWhatâs a pretty little smoothie like you doinâ in these parts?â
At the sound of the gruff voice beside you, you had to fight off the deep, frustrated sigh that threatened to escape your lips.
Itâs not like you didnât get asked that same question every time a newbie swung into town, but it was growing increasingly boring of late.
Youâd been living here over a year now, and at least nine months of that time had been spent practically attached to the mayorâs hip.
Hancock had been enamoured with you as soon as he met you, and for once you felt that his attentiveness was genuine â not just the usual curiosity about your past or your once evident naivety about the world.
That naivety was gone, now, anyway.
âI live here,â you replied, swirling the bourbon around in your glass as you looked up at the man whoâd situated himself at your side, âHome sweet home.â
He was handsome, undoubtedly, a cowboy hat hung on his head and a smirk beset on his face as his dark eyes flashed over your frame.
He chuckled, leaning up onto the bar and signalling to Charlie â who immediately got busy pouring him a drink.
âSurprising, saw a pretty little thing like you as more the Diamond City type,â he took a sip of his fresh drink, âNot slumminâ it here with folks like me.â
You scoffed at that, âNew around here then?â
âJust passing through,â he hummed, âCouldnât waste a chance to talk to ya, could I?â
It was at that moment that you saw Hancock descend the stairs, and you breathed out a sigh of relief.
âSorry to say it, but your flirting is a little rusty,â you chuckled, âBesides, Iâm spoken for.â
He turned around now, a hearty laugh escaping him as his eyes locked with Hancockâs â the latter now just metres in front of him.
âOh, maybe slumminâ it was underestimating it, heh,â he swirled his drink in his glass, âHere I am forgettinâ my manners and trying it on with Mrs fuckinâ Mayor of Goodneighbor.â
Hancock rolled his eyes, âLike youâve ever had any manners, Howard.â
âWell I had been hopinâ to ask you about the sweet thing Iâve heard youâd been so taken by, hm,â his eyes scanned over you again, drinking you in, âMy mistake for hitting on her first.â
Hancockâs arm swung to hook around your waist protectively, and you looked between the pair, âYou know each other?â
âWeâve crossed paths a fair bit,â they didnât seem as frosty as youâd feared when you asked that question, so you were relieved that the hint of tension appeared to be based on the new ghoulâs advances as opposed to any previous issues.
âWell, it was nice meeting youâŠâ you trailed off, realising that in your short lived conversation you hadnât learned the ghoulâs name.
âYâcan call me Cooper. Coop if you like,â he side-eyed the mayor with another chuckle, âThough I sâpose your mayor wouldnât be too fondâa that.â
You shook your head, again leaning close to Hancock to kiss his cheek. His grip on your waist loosened just a smidgen at this action as he seemingly relaxed.
âHm, well if you donât mind, weâve got some stuff to do.â
âOh, Iâll bet you do. See yaâround.â
You looped your arm through Hancockâs now, smiling at the other Third Rail inhabitants as you made your way back to the Old State House beside a grumbling Hancock.
You could see he looked frustrated, his teeth gritted and his eyes barely leaving the floor as he navigated to your room.
âI leave you alone for two minutes and Cooper fuckinâ Howard is trying to hit on you,â he shook his head, âLucky I came back when I did.â
You stopped for a moment, just before you were both about to settle down on the couch, âWhat, yâthink his god awful flirting wouldâve worked on me if you hadnât?â
He shrugged, slumping down and pocketing the jet heâd been contemplating taking. He figured now wasnât the time.
âHancock, seriously,â you frowned, settling beside him and cuddling into his side, âYou donât need to worry about that kinda thing. Really.â
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, âSweetheart, it ainât hard to see youâre out of my league. Canât help worrying youâll skip out on me sometime.â
It broke your heart to hear him talk like that â Hancock was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and there was no chance in hell youâd give him up if you could help it.
âThatâs not gonna happen, like ever,â you cooed, âIâm so happy here, with you. Goodneighbor is home⊠Youâre home, I wouldnât change a thing.â
He seemed briefly satisfied by this, but the slight pout still remained on his face, âI know, sugar, I know. Just hard to believe I lucked out this much. Howardâs right, you shouldnât be slumming it here with us.â
You heaved out a deep sigh, âIâm not slumming it here, though. Goodneighbor might be dysfunctional, but I wouldnât wanna be anywhere else. We got a good thing going here.â
âWe do, donât we,â he leaned into your touch now as you cuddle in close to him, ââM sorry, sunshine. Youâre right.â
You pressed a kiss to the rough skin of his cheek, âI love you. No amount of flirting from some random irradiated cowboy is gonna stop that.â
He chuckled now, âOh, really?â
âMhm,â you hummed, reaching up to pull his hat from his head and place it on your own, âI much prefer my men in a tri-corn hat.â
âAnd I resent that my girl looks so much better in said tri-corn hat than I do,â he licked his lips, eyes scanning over your entire figure.
Youâd never get over the way that, as impossibly dark as his eyes were anyway, they always seemed to darken just that little more when he took you in, permanently twinkling in adoration.
âNuh uh,â you shook your head, immediately replacing the hat on his head, âNot even remotely true. Iâm one lucky girl.â
The sing-song lull of your voice made his heart swell, and he found himself almost more dazed than heâd have been after the hit of jet heâd long forgotten about wanting.
He reached to pull you into his lap by the waist, smiling into a kiss as you curled into his lap just as heâd hoped you would.
âYouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â his rough hands caressed the curve of your jaw now, âNo wonder sons of bitches like Cooper Howard are droolinâ all over you. Youâre an absolute dream.â
His touch sent goosebumps across your skin as you smiled so wide your cheeks almost ached, âHm, you may have told me that once or twice.â
âJust so damn pretty,â he murmured, his insecurities bubbling back up for just a moment, âAnd stuck up to this ugly mug every day.â
You pulled back briefly, pouting down at him from your position in his lap as you shook your head.
It broke your heart that, even when assured of how you felt, he still worried your feelings were somehow stunted by the way he looked.
âBaby, thereâs no face Iâd rather wake up to,â you hummed, pressing gentle kisses to every inch of irradiated skin on his face.
You were sure that if he was still capable of doing so, heâd be blushing crimson.
You finally reached his lips again, giving them one gentle kiss before showcasing a big toothy grin again, âIf anything, I feel like Iâm dreaming. Luckiest girl in the commonwealth.â
âNow youâre just being crazy,â he kissed the corner of your lips as you rolled your eyes, causing him to raise the space where his eyebrows once were, âYou been at my stash of chems without telling me again?â
You shoved his arm playfully, âMe? Crazy? Never! Crazy âbout you, maybe!â
For a beat you were wordless, just giggling at your own cringeworthy line as you curled in closer to him.
You lived for moments like this â when all the hustle and bustle and danger of his life as mayor fell away for just a moment so that he was all yours to be completely yourselves together.
The giggling soon stopped though, replaced by your attempts to blink away sleep as you nestled closer to him.
It had been a long day, and the couple of bourbons youâd knocked back while waiting for Hancockâs working day to be over (well, not that he ever really took a moment from his duties besides when you were alone) had begun to make you sleepy.
All Hancock could do was smile as he tucked your yawning figure into his chest, kissing the top of your head.
âYou get some sleep, sweetheart,â he scooped his arms beneath you to lift you over to your bed, âI love you.â
Your reply came out almost too incoherent to understand, the wave of sleepiness hitting you so suddenly and so hard that you could barely keep your eyes open to smile up at him.
ââM in love wi- you,â you managed as you curled up, âCâmere ânâ⊠cuddle. Need you.â
He laughed, his whole body warming at the sight and sound of you, âIâm not going anywhere, sunshine. Never.â
And as you fell asleep with a Cheshire Cat grin on your face, Hancock was certain heâd never been more in love.
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um john hancock youâre the love of my life fr !!!!!! i hope this was okay, itâs a lil messy but iâve been ill this weekend so itâs a bit short & written amidst kinda flu-ey delirium (iâll inevitably come back to edit) but i hope you enjoyed â feel free to request more hancock/other fallout characters while i finish up NMFR pt.3 for u lovely people. and hereâs my masterlist <3
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im so sorry, i donât even know how to explain myself at this point, consider this my apology for all the filthy nonsense i post here
so, this is a lil bonus to this post
nsfw (not really, but mentions of sex)
Ford is dead. Not literally (you check his pulse just to be sure), but emotionally and physically, this man has perished. Such a beautiful ruined mess underneath you, heâs sprawled out like a crime scene chalk outline, drenched in sweat, staring blankly at the ceiling as if questioning all his life choices.
But youâre not doing much better. Your legs shaking so much you can barely sit up, whole body feels like jelly and your brain isnât working either. Somehow, you manage to flop next to Ford, throwing a limp arm over his scarred chest.
âBravo, folks!â Bill exclaims. âwhat a show! Truly the pinnacle of human endurance and stamina! Sixer, gotta say, i missed seeing you like this, ah, the good old days!â
Ford groans faintly. âI hate you. . .â
âYouâre so mean,â you mutter at Bill, glaring up at him with half-lidded eyes. âwhyâd you even join in? Thatâs not what we agreed on.â
The moment these words leave your mouth, you know youâve fucked up. Fordâs body stiffens under your arm as his exhausted brain cells rapidly recalculating everything.
âWhatâ what did you just say?â although his voice is hoarse from all sounds he made earlier, you still catch a note of seriousness in it. His head turns toward you in slow motion, eyes narrowing in suspicion. âWhat do you mean. . . agreed on?â
You panic. âWait, I mean, uhââ
âOh, let me tell him!â Bill interrupts. âsheâs talking about the little deal we made! you know, where I said, âhey, doll, wanna fuck your dusty old man to death?â and she said, âof course, Bill, but no creepy tendrils, okay?ââ
Ford looks like heâs been hit by a bus. âWHAT?â
You swear you feel yourself sweat from panic and embarrassment as you look at Bill in pure fear. âI thought youâd just watch! Notââ
Demon cuts you off with a laugh. âOh, sure, you thought! And by the way, Sixer? these pathetic, desperate little whimpers, ugh, theyâll echo in my mind for eternity! Iâve waited so long to see you like that. A helpless, sloppy mess, both of you, my little humaââ
Ford's face flushes with either shame or anger, and you think heâs going to explode. But no. He pushes himself up, pushes himself up, the madman, and throws the sheet off in anger.
But Bill keeps. âI mean, you came so hard Iâm surprised you didnât pass out after the first round, old maââ
Ford looks at that demonic creature. âThatâs it. Thatâs it, Cipher, youâve gone too far this time.â
You barely manage a âFord, waitââ as he pulls on his boxers with surprising speed for a man who five seconds ago looked like he was on the brink of death.
âIâll make you pay for this,â Ford declares dramatically. âMark my words, Cipher, Iâll find a way to make you regret ever stepping into my house again.â
Both you and Bill fall silent, watching Fordâs boxers riding low on his hips as he marches out of the bedroom.
You watch your Ford walk away, eyes wide with panic, realising what just happened, but then your gaze goes lower. At that tattoo.
Flirty Gal.
Bill floats beside you, narrowing his single eye slyly. âI know what youâre looking at, doll.â
You glare at him, exhausted and annoyed. âI hate you.â
Cipherâs gaze flicks to the doorway Ford just walked through. âhate me all you want, but you've got good taste. Sixer's got a hell of an ass for an old man.â
âSTOP TALKING.â
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Cw: OOC and fem-presenting reader, incorrect military stuff
But anyways I just had a lil thought about you, a young, feminine soldier, being offered a spot on the 141. And of course you take it, who wouldn't?
And you show up at base and you meet the team, an they are all welcoming gor the most part. You get settled in, meet and train with them, and form some sort of comradery with them.
And then the rumors start. Not from the 141, no, but from the other teams on base. That you slept your way into your position, that the only reason you were even offered a spot is because Price likes you in bed, stuff like that.
And it hurts, of course, but you don't mind so much because you've got a team of people who trust you and know your skills and are like a family to you. Except, maybe they aren't.
It wasnt your fault the mission went wrong. Or anyone's. There's was no way to know that the supposedly-sunny weather would turn on you. And it's not your fault that Ghist keep trying to push forward, even when visibility was almost than zero. Not you fault that you both got stranded.
It took hours for Price and Soap to find you. Hours of sitting in the cold, harsh winter weather with no real protection. By the time you guys were found, both you and Ghost were nearly frozen.
They got you in the chopper, wrapped you in blankets and gave you hand warmers to tide you over till you could get checked out by medical. Your eyes were closed, your head leaned back, looking like you're sleeping as you listened to Soap and Ghost bicker.
You thinks that's why he said it. He thought you were asleep, thought you wouldn't hear what he really thought of you.
"She's barely a real Soldier and you know it." Soap had spat at Ghost, "She's just Price's little plaything that he wants to feel important. Don't act like she's on the same level as us."
You don't even know what they were arguing about, don't know why that sentence needed to come out of his mouth. But it did. And maybe he meant it, maybe he didn't, but regardless, he still said it.
And what made it worse is that no one responded. There was no defense from Ghost, from Gaz, from Price- well, Price you could excuse cause he was flying the chopper, but everyone else? There was no excuse.
Of course everyone acts confused when they ask why you're upset, why you're giving them the cold shoulder, refusing to talk to them.
And it comes to blows one night, when your transfer request ends up on Prices desk. They corner you, demanding to know why you're leaving.
"Because." You say, "I'm not staying on a team that thinks my only purpose is to be some-some-some...sex toy for its captain, which isn't true, by the way. I've never had sex with anyone in this base, much less in this room."
Price gapes at you, completely floored by the words coming out of your mouth. But everyone else looks sheepish, cheeks flushing as the realize why you've been so frosty recently.
"That's not true." Gaz says finally, "we-"
"Oh puh-lease. Everyone here thinks it. 'A woman, and young one at that, getting into the 141 on her own merit? Preposterous.' But I didn't mind cause I thought..." your voice cracked and you had to take a deep breath before continuing, " I thought my team at least could value me for my skills. Clearly I was wrong."
And thats all I ahve for now folks, sorry for the abrupt ending I don't know even know where this was going and also my hands are shaking for some reason sorry for any errors lol
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DELICATEâ° CHARLES LECLERC.
v. i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this
â the one where both of you have given everything to be where you are.
warnings: misogyny, sexual harassment, this is how monaco went btw i accept no criticism. barely proofread, sorry. 3.7k words (+ article, podcast excerpts)
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'Have we let y/n y/ln get away with way too much?'
By Alan Gomez
Yes folks, it might be our own fault, we have created a monster in the form y/n y/ln. Mediocre actress at best and with an even worse personality, if the latest events are any indication.
But how could we let this happen? Come on, we're smarter than this!
The thing is, y/n brainwashed us into believing that her doe-eyed, no-brain characters were actually her. Don't beat yourselves up over this too much, even I was a victim of those pretty eyes. But now that the blindfold has fallen, we have come to realize we have let y/n get away with everything!
You might know y/n from Supercut, the romantic comedy that took the world by storm in 2019, where she starred alongside Aidan Kim and it lead to these two becoming one of the general publicâs most cherished couples. At least until two months ago, when their breakup was announced via Inside Out. Although there havenât been any official statements, given the circumstances, we believe it was the actress who broke it off with Kim.
RELATED:
â Aidan Kim and friends at Cannes Film Festival
â Y/N supports alleged boyfriend at charity football match
But whether sheâs dating a new guy now or not, why do we keep letting her do whatever she wants?
How did she actually brainwash us into thinking sheâs anything close to an âit girlâ? After Supercut, all sheâs done is the absolute bare minimum to keep people talking about her, itâs all RomComs and no effort. I didnât want to be that person, and you have to believe me on this, but Aidan Kim made her.
Letâs remember Aidan built his career from the ground as a member of Star-5 the early 2010âs boyband that split in 2018. He was the âsomeoneâ in the relationship. How can people even compare having the hit song âRound and Roundâ in your rĂ©sumĂ© to being in Scream (Netflix) and The Mist (again, Netflix)?
Aidan made us like her and the writers of Parisian Valentine, The Hating Game and Last Night In Love, did her a HUGE favor by consolidating her as the âQueen of RomComsâ by what standard? Well, donât ask me.
The truth is, we accepted y/n into our hearts and homes, thanks to Aidan Kim and an unbelievable amount of luck, and we havenât held her accountable for anything ever.
Hereâs what Iâm talking about, if youâre still wondering what the point of this article is, click on every link to be taken to the whole context, youâll thank me later:
âY/N yells at paparazzi to leave her alone as she walks around Beverly Hills with Victoria Presley.
â Y/N praises Taylor Swift while tearing down several male artists for writing songs about their personal experiences.
â Y/N says in interview with ELLE that not every movie has to be âprofoundâ.
And just for fun:
â A collection of Y/Nâs disastrous looks.
Itâs time we realize y/n y/ln is talentless, has a horrible personality and feigns innocence she certainly doesnât have. You will NOT continue to take advantage of us, y/n! Itâs all over for you, so Iâm glad youâre dropping your pathetic career to become a WAG. #Y/NIsOverParty.
âș FROM âWE WATCHâ PODCAST
Paul Byrnes: Can y/n really do another role now, after all sheâs known for are romantic comedies?
Anna Sanchez: well, I really liked her in The Mist, she did great as character in a horror it wasâ
Paul Byrnes: No one cares about The Mist, Anna, just you.
Anna Sanchez: all Iâm saying is sheâs a good actress, she can do other things. That was your question, Paul.
Paul Byrnes: Well, in my opinion she can't and that's it.
âș FROM âIT TALKâ PODCAST
Greg Zane: Let's talk y/n y/ln and her fashion choices now that she's an F1 WAG. What do we think?
Riley Green: She's a what now? How long has it been since she broke up with Aidan Kim?
Martha Vincent: I think she's looking great, I just wish she'd let go of the ugly caps.
Riley Green: No seriously, how long did she stay single?
Greg Zane: I agree Martha, but caps are big in Formula 1, nothing we can do about that. I'm wondering if she'll go for a more glamorous look in Monaco.
Riley Green: guys? hello?
Martha Vincent: Oh Riley, we're not talking about her love life, let it go.
âș FROM âHOLLYWOOD VIBESâ PODCAST
Pauline Oscar: [cont.] I'm just so curious about the reason of their breakup, why hasn't anyone said anything?! It must be juicy.
Brenda Yim: I feel like it's bad for one of them, most likely y/n. Hello, can anyone offer one of their friends some money? Just like old times!
Pauline Oscar: [laughs] Definitely! We need to know! Can it get any worse than the fact that she's already with another guy? What's his name? Charles Le what? She soooo cheated.
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ynredstar oh ynredstar nevermind thanks mati âł feels4aidan don't be so gullible she's obviously covering up for them
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May 27th, Montecarlo, Monaco.
THERE are tears in your eyes, and despite your best efforts not to let them run down your cheeks, it's futile. The worst part is that you're the one doing this to yourself. There's zero need to read 'articles' from pseudo journalists on how a man gave you your career and how you're tossing it into the trash for another. Not to mention the cascade of curses you received for a picture on instagram, where everyone thought you were with the other man.
Has your life really come to this? People don't talk about you unless a guy is involved? You loathe it. Your career was never about Aidan, and it's not about Charles now. Who only makes things worse every time he shows up and yet you can't manage to bring it up to him.
It's embarrassing. You don't want to walk up to him during whatever free time he has in a hectic weekend, and ask him if it really doesn't annoy him everything the press has made up about the two of you, or if he's really that unbothered by being paired up with you in the wildest scenarios, and tell him that he can shut them down whenever he feels like it (you wish he would already), and let him know you won't mind whatever he says about not being involved with you.
But no, Mr. Leclerc is busy giving unclear answers at interviews and liking your instagram posts, as if this isn't already a wildfire.
You put down your phone and pick it back up almost immediately, Vic's ringtone fills your hotel room and you wipe away your tears before answering her FaceTime request.
"Were you crying?" it's the first thing she says, moving her sunglasses to the top of her head. There's a lot of noise in the background and you can barely make the words out, but she comes so close to the phone that all you can see is the tip of her nose. "Why were you crying?"
"It's nothing, Vic. What's up?" you sigh, rubbing your eyes only makes things worse but you don't want to worry about that now.
"I just got to Monaco, babe," the phone is at a safe distance from her nostrils again and you can see around her, the airport where you landed a few days ago. "I'm with my parents," she rolls her eyes, lowering her voice. "But if you could get me into the Ferrari Suite I can hang out with you tomorrow!"
They allowed you one guest and the spot has already been taken by Mati, so there really isn't much you can do in terms of getting her into the Ferrari Suite. "Well, let me see what I can do, okay?"
"Okay," she sounds unsure, you know Vic enough to be sure she expected a different answer. "I mean my parents have Lounge privileges but it's more fun to be with you."
Had she said something about coming to Monaco you might have been able to do something, but as far as you were concerned she planned to stay in France all week, enjoying Cannes and mingling.
"I'll do my best Vic, but you know how they are," you exhale heavily, "Plus it's a crazy-ass weekend."
"Isn't it always?" she's yawning now, "We can meet for dinner later and you can tell me what's up alright? Being with my parents is so boring."
You shake your head, "Be nice, they just want to hang out with you. I'll call you after Quali," you check the clock on top of the nightstand, it's 10 am. You have to get ready for FP3, which you don't care about attending or not but Stuart Schaffer asked to see you, so you haven't got much of a choice.
"Sure babes, love you." Vic pulls her sunglasses down again and blows a kiss to the screen.
"Love you too," it's your turn to yawn as you tap the hang up button.
You look at the special edition Ferrari cap you received as a gift yesterday on top of your suitcase and immediately discard the idea of wearing it. No caps. And then the wave of disgust invades you, are you seriously going to do what some random man said on a podcast you came across by accident?
The answer is yes, unfortunately.
âââââââââ
You would rip your leg off if you could, at least it would mean youâd be able to get out of this chair and away from Stuart. But his palm resting on top of your knee feels like a death grip and youâre frankly afraid to move in case it goes further up.
Mati decided to skip FP3 and youâre really hoping sheâll be on time for Quali because you have no one else to talk to, Stuart is just parading you around again and keeping you way too close for comfort because heâs in a great mood since both Ferraris maintained their top spots and things are looking hopeful for Qualifying.
You know itâs your chance to ask if you can bring Victoria around tomorrow, and you know the answer will be yes, but you donât. You donât want to ask things from this man, heâs the type to never forget a debt.
You barely catch a glimpse of Carlos and Charles as they walk by on the way to their debrief and Charles waves at you quickly, with a single-dimpled smile. Heâs wearing the same cap you refused to put on.
âIâm going to call my friend,â you blurt out once Charles is out of sight, finally moving your leg back to make Stuartâs hand drop. âShe had the worst hangover, I have to check up on her.â
âOh, you girls get wild in Monaco,â Stuart cackles as you sprint away from him, actually resisting the urge to wipe your knee clean.
"Hey y/n!" Mati's voice can barely be heard above the EDM playing wherever she is. "What's up?"
"Where are you?" you whine, looking back inside the Suite. "Help."
"What's wrong?" you picture her frowning as she tries to walk away from the noise helplessly.
You feel guilty for worrying her so you sigh. "Nothing, I just hate being here. Are you coming here for Qualifying?"
"Yep," she pops the 'p' and laughs. "Listen, why don't we have lunch here at the yacht and then go back for Quali?"
"Yes!" once again you look over your shoulder to where the Elix men are laughing at their own jokes and patting each other's backs. âIâm on my way, okay?â
âIâll be right here, also donât scare me like that again, please.â
âSorry,â you chuckle, embarrassed. Maybe youâre a bit dramatic at times, but itâs really all good-natured. âSee you in a minute.â
You turn to the door of the Suite, giving a short jump back when you open it at the same time as someone else.
âOh, god,â you sigh, stepping inside as Charles moves out of the way to let you in. âThanks.â
âSorry I scared you,â he smiles, closing the door again once youâre fully in. Charles is once again holding a closed Elix can, tapping his fingers on the side.
You eye it suspiciously, wondering if the thing has really grown on him. After all, one of the first things he told you was how much it disgusted him.
âItâs alright. I thought you were in your debrief?â You grab a can of Elix yourself, looking good in front of the sponsors cannot hurt.
âIt was a short one. Keep doing what youâre doing kind of thing,â
âRight. Well, good for both of you,â you look around for Carlos but heâs nowhere to be seen. âWould it jinx it to say âgood luckâ for later?â
You know many sportspeople take their jinxes and rituals way seriously, and you donât want to be the one to blame if something goes wrong for the local star.
Charles considers this for a second and then shakes his head no. âWish me luck,â he smiles.
âGood luck, Charles.â You beam back at him, enjoyingâdespite yourselfâthe way his eyes burn into yours.
âââââââââ
Youâre back at the Suite with Mati 10 minutes before Qualifying starts. The tension that had seeped out of your body in the form of laughter and loud singing with Mati is already making its way back to your back and jaw. Youâre not ready to be around the Elix people again, but you must. However, first, you make Matilde promise she wonât leave your side.
Stuart Schaffer is already patting the empty seat next to him when you make your way through the refreshment tables. You smile at him, a muscle in your cheek falters as you walk past him on your way to the balcony, to catch both Ferraris leaving the garage.
âOh donât drink that,â you whisper when you see Mati walk your way, two cans of Gold Elix in her hands. âDonât.â
Matilde snorts, âYouâre literally the ambassador of this thing, and you donât like it?â
âSHHH!â
âFine, but those guys are looking at us so we have to at least sip it.â
You groan, opening the one she offers you and then taking a huge gulp. âYum,â you mock.
Mati laughs again before her face goes sour with the taste. âOh my God,â
âWarned you,â yet you take another sip. You think that if it grew on Charles it might grow on you, but you donât really see it happening.
Q1 and Q2 go by smoothly, at least for Ferrari and youâre on the edge of your seat for Q3. This is the race youâve been more excited for, but itâs not like youâve attended many others. Still, Monaco just hits different.
The end of Q3 almost gives you a heart attack, although you also blame your almost empty Elix. You didnât even notice how much you drank, but the thing that really gets your heart jumping out of your chest is Victoriaâs ringtone.
Begrudgingly, you turn away from the track. She has texted you a thousand times, without exaggerating, since Quali started and you know itâs because sheâs bored out of her mind at the Lounge with her parents. But youâre starting to find this genuinely entertaining and you are bothered by the distraction.
âI told you Iâd call you after Quali, Vic,â you singsong, looking up at the screens inside the Suite.
âWell Quali is almost over, no one cares about the last three minutes.â
You do, Max Verstappen is in first place, then Charles and Checo in P3. Youâre crossing your fingers for Charles to manage to get above both Red Bulls. And for Carlos to squeeze in there too.
You donât say anything else, too enthralled by the battle on the screen.
âY/n?â Vic raises her voice, âAre you listening to me?â
âYes Vic, what is it?â
âWeâre going to be at Ferrari together tomorrow, right?â
You wince, glad she chose a phone call instead of FaceTime this time around. You havenât asked and you donât intend to. Vic still has VIP Lounge access, sheâll be fine.
âThey said no, Vic.â You lie, your eyes scanning the screen, itâs the last lap before they get the checkered flag out. âIâm sorry.â
âWhat? Why? Did you tell them I can give them publicity? I have one million followers!â
âMonaco is different from Miami,â you explain gently, âBut youâll still be at the VIP, you have a great view.â
âYeah, whatever,â sheâs beyond annoyed now, as it happens every time things donât go her way. You canât blame her, but you also think it will be good for her to spend some time with her parents, whom she refuses to visit although they live in Malibu and pay her mortgage. âWeâre still up for dinner though, right?â
âYep! Iâll meet you at your hotel.â
âOkay see you then, babes.â
By the time your eyes return to the screen, Charles is in P1, Carlos in P3 and the Ferrari Suite is exploding in cheers.
YOUâRE up painfully early the next day. Vic and you went back to your respective hotel way past three am and youâre exhausted, but at least you had enough self-control to avoid todayâs hangover.
Nevertheless, the morning goes by in a blur between breakfast with Elix people, calls with Mildred and Walter, your manager, and two casting agents that tell you that no, you donât need to go for an in-person casting, youâre not getting the role.
By the time you get to the Suite you have a headache and the knot on your throat is progressively getting harder to swallow. You only make things worse by rage-reading tweets with your #IsOver hashtag.
People claim, with more force every day, that Aidan gave you everything and you are starting to regret ever meeting him.
You have worked your ass off for years, taking on small roles, commercials, stock-photo deals. Learning scripts and going to castings and taking classes, you have been criticized and rejected for more things than just ânot fitting the roleâ.
You have given everything you are and everything you have, and people assure what you got in return you owe it all to some man.
âHola y/n!â Carlos is the first one to get back to the Suite and you wish he would rub off some of his good mood on you. âHow are you today?â
âHi Carlos, Iâm alright and you?â
âYou definitely look it,â he says, semi-sarcastically. âSomething on your mind?â
The knot is back in your throat so you shake your head no. âAnd yours?â
âNada de nada.â he smiles. Youâre still growing on each other, but this is the most comfortable youâve been while sharing the same space.
Charles arrives while Carlos, Mati (who is hungover from her party at the yachts) and you are comparing workout playlists. Wearing what now seems to be like his comfort cap, and a pair of ugly ripped jeans, he smiles brightly at the three of you.
Youâre happy to see both Ferrari boys so smiley after the past couple races. Miami especially. And you hope theyâll do well; but youâre particularly scared for Charles, and whatever it is that made him unlucky in his hometown, you donât want this day to end on a sour note.
You spend about an hour talking to them about anything, your movies, their races, Mati's tour with Romeo and Juliet. Music, hobbies and quirks, Charles and Carlos have an opinion on everything and they are actually quite fun to be around. Then, a Ferrari Team member comes to get them for the Drivers Parade so you wave them goodbye, wishing them a smooth race.
"You're not going to wish me luck, y/n?" Charles asks, the smirk on his face is one you identify as mischievous, and it makes a small wave of anxiety run down your back.
Mati stops the bottle of water halfway through her mouth to ogle at the two of you, and the palpable tension that has installed itself in the space.
"Good luck, Charles," the smile you return falters in one corner, but Charles doesn't seem to mind as he adjusts his cap and says thank you before leaving behind Carlos.
Mati has forgotten about her need to hydrate and is staring at you with both eyebrows raised. "I thought you were not doing that?" she gestures with her head towards the door through which both drivers vanished.
"I'm not doing anything," you reply, defensively. "He's beingâ"
"y/n, you could cut the tension there for a minute," Mati finally takes a swig of water and you wait for her to continue talking. "Like I said, I don't recommend it but... you're free to do whatever you want." she isn't unkind while wording that last part, but it still stings you with annoyance.
"Thanks, Mati." you bite the inside of your cheek, leaning back into the sofa.
âââââââââ
The Ferrari Suite explodes in cheers once the checkered flag is out. After a frankly insane race with rain, crashes and too-long pit stops, both Ferraris have crossed the finish line, and most importantly Charles has finally managed to get rid of his Monaco curse. His enlarged picture appears on every screen with P1 right in the middle. Carlos is P4, but the points are extremely important in the long run, so people celebrate nevertheless.
Before you know it, Mati and you are being dragged down to the track for the podium celebrations. You're buzzing with excitement, holding Matilde's hand as you run to one side, where the mechanics can't crush you as they jump up and down.
Even above the general screams of happiness, you can hear talks of 'Charles deserves this so much', 'It was about time' and 'His hard work is finally paying off at home'.
At least someone's blood, sweat and tears are valued.
YOU are probably not living down the Charles dating allegations this weekend. Which is not your fault, honestly, had they enlarged the picture, it would have shown Mati just as excited for Ferrari as you were. She's Italian, and she bleeds for Ferrari.
But right now, surprisingly, you're not overwhelmed with whatever it is they're saying on Twitter. Although it took Mati snatching your phone away and tossing it in her own purse before sitting you down to retouch your makeup for the celebration party.
Victoria is joining you too, because a 'the more the merrier' applies to any sort of party happening in a Monaco club, especially if it is for the unofficial prince.
It is the first time in three months you let go of your worries, even if it is for the shortest amount of time as you dance with Victoria and Mati and drink anything you please and whoop every time the DJ mentions Charles and Carlos.
You're happy to be with your friends, away from Elix and celebrating two people who can become something more than coworkers to you. Although through the night you see them on a few occasions, Carlos waves at you as he passes by a few times only stopping in the third time to let you congratulate him with a quick hug that's more of a shoulder squeeze than anything.
Charles is obviously harder to approach, and to be fair, it's not like you're even trying. He's surrounded by his hometown friends and by anyone who wants to have his attention for a minute, for a picture or a dance or to buy him a drink.
It's past three am when Victoria is beyond buzzed and you're starting to feel exhausted so you decide it's time to leave. Mati has found someone to take home so she's been gone for around forty minutes, minding her business.
"Come on, let's go," you are grabbing Victoria by the wrist as her ankle twists. "We've both had enough," you laugh, Victoria joins your laughter as you snake through the crowd of people pumping fists in the air, some of them point and wave at you and you smile back at them politely.
You hear your name being passed around a few times, but you focus on finding the exit while keeping Victoria by your side, who has started to whine about not wanting to leave.
Once you break into the outside, you take a breath of fresh air, the coolness makes your skin rise in goosebumps and you shiver, letting go of Victoria to lift the hair on the back of your neck.
"It's too early!" Victoria complains once again, her eyes are glassy and she's just as sweaty.
"It's not, plus you're drunk, we should leave," your ears still feel drowned in the sound of music. âMy feet are killing me.â
The exit opens again, and a couple stumbles out laughing and they tell Vic and you goodbye in drunken French. Before the door shuts again, Charles is out on the street too.
"I heard you were leaving," he says in what you're sure it's a too loud voice. But your ears have barely stopped ringing, so you can't blame him. "Are you two okay?" he eyes Victoria, who is starting to lean down on her knees to soothe her dizziness.
"Oh we're alright, we've just partied enough," you smile at him. Charles is rosy, bright-eyed and sweaty. Is it corny to describe someone as painfully handsome?
"I didn't get to congratulate you," you add, trying to keep your attention on Charles while being aware that Victoria might start retching at any given moment. "You did amazing."
Victoria straightens immediately, her glassy stare focusing on Charles. "You're such a good driver, Charles, for real."
"Thank you," Charles nods awkwardly a few times as Victoria pokes him with her left index finger. "And thank you y/n."
"Come on, Vic," you chuckle, keeping her hand away from Charles. "Seriously though, I'm happy for you."
Charles smiles again, running a hand through his hair. "Thank you, really. I'm sorry I didn't see you earlier," he points behind him, to the club.
"It's your party, you can't be everywhere,"
Vic is yawning loudly, and you roll your eyes, amused. "We better get going."
"y/n, when are you flying to Spain?" Charles blurts out, the moment you turn to lead Vic down the street.
"I'm not sure, Wednesday probably?"
"You know, I can still show you a place or two in Monaco. If you want." He sinks his left hand in the front pocket of his dark jeans, and you wonder where the mischievous aura from what seems like ages ago went.
You pause, letting Vic put her whole weight on your shoulder as she finally gives up to the exhaustion. "Um well..."
The same tension that appeared at the Ferrari Suite is back, and the more you hesitate, the thicker it becomes.
Victoria pulls you down with her as she throws her head back, yawning again. Charles is just in time to hold you back up, his other arm pulling Vic back to a standing position.
"Only if you want," he says, he is far too close now and you can smell the mix of alcohol and cologne on him.
And maybe it's the alcohol in your own system, and you'll regret this once you sober up and realize that you told Matilde several times this is exactly what you were not going to do, but you say yes.
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Hi there, ive come from your post about ADHD and emotional disregulation, firstly thank you so much for putting it into words, its such a complicated part of how i deal with emotions and i havent ever been able to articulate how to why.
Secondly, in that post you mentioned how you've used stress as a motivator and how eventually your stress regualtion broke, i was wondering if you'd be willing to talk about that? (If not, its not a problem)
I feel like the same thing has happened to me but until i read your post i had no idea that something had... snapped? I suppose? I struggle with motivation all the time and in the past id have a week or a few days left and id be able to suddently push myself very hard to complete whatever it is before the deadline, just barely making it in most cases. However now it seems that i can't find that motivation anymore, deadlines come and pass and i can't being myself to work on anything, and i just end up spiralling into shame and guilt. That motivation was the only thing that I was able to rely on sometimes for things like uni, and i conviced myself that it was just me growing lazy or trying to get out of responsibility as to why the "last minute panic-mode" doesnt work anymore.
Again, if you don't wanna tackle this can of worms or if it's something youd rather not post online i totally get it, its no biggie! thanks so much for making the original post as well, it means a lot
Hello friend, thanks for the message. I'm sorry you're also dealing with this.
The good news here is that I've already talked about this using the rubber band analogy my therapist gave me. (Stress is like a Rubber Band)
If you don't have the mental bandwidth to read all of it now, the tl;dr is "stress is like a rubber band; it can stretch to hold numerous things in place when you need to, but if you do it too often or keep adding more and more strain under the band, the elastic eventually becomes brittle and snaps, taking your mental and sometimes physical health with it too."
I've been in intensive therapy for this for roughly three years now, and trying to piece my brain back together after my last bout of stress-induced productivity gave me a total mental breakdown.
It's... odd not being able to use stress and having to actively avoid it to avoid a relapse. But it is doable. Medication would help, but alas, I've got weird health issues and am unmedicated at the minute.
(And just in case that sparks anyone to go, "Oh, you do all this unmedicated! Wow, that's so inspiring!" as sometimes parents do to me on here as they then tell me they don't want to medicate their kids, I've unfortunately also written a post about what that kind of success looks like from an unmedicated perspective and the kind of suicidal ideation I deal with on the regular because I cannot take meds. It is not pleasant reading, but it is necessary for some folks, specifically anti-med, "if you just tried harder" people.)
A book you may find helpful is Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle, by Emily and Amelia Nagoski. It was very validating for me to read about other people going through the same things, and made me feel less of a "this is a personal failing on my part" and more of a "Oh okay yeah, no stress literally breaks people."
It helped soothe some of my own internalized "I just need to try harder" and helped cement me on the path I was already going down with my ADHD therapist toward changing how I view myself and how I manage my ADHD.
I hope that helps! If you've got more specific questions or I didn't touch on something in my old post, I can try to answer them :)
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Back to Bed Pt. 2
Summary: Terry and Y/N had been married for just over 7 years with 3 beautiful children and a blooming self defense business theyâd built together to show for it. Having started their relationship at the beginning of Y/Nâs journey into discovering her submissiveness and Terryâs first stationing as an instructor - Terry had been her only dom and thus knew her like the back of his hand and Y/N has been the only sub to experience the harshest version of his dom giving her the same privilege over him. Having been pregnant with their baby girl upon coming home to the Sandy Springs situation, Terry has been using it as an excuse, too afraid to lean all the way into his dom personality the way he had with Y/N before his last tour.
After they get into an argument, again, about the events of Silver Springs and how even after the last few years of stitching their life back together, he still only talked to Summer about everything that happened and was handling her with kid gloves, Y/N separates from him best she can. Completely at a crossroads of what to do to feel like sheâs still her husbandâs wife and losing all the fight to try and figure it out, she gives Terry the silent treatment and isolates from him, doing her best to only be in the same room with him when the kids are. After weeks of her barely acknowledging him or the argument, Terry is tired of going to bed alone when his wife is sleeping in the guest room right below him. His plan? Let the dom in him handle it and finally confess his monsters.
WARNINGS: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, d/s themes, smut, angst
A/N: I almost forgot to tag folks, literally stayed up all night finishing this part. Charge it to my head not my heart.
Tags: @kirayuki22 @blyffe @scorpiosaintt @kaylaahisthebestest- @captainwithoutmakingitlove @nayaesworld
A/N: Thank you to all the Terry girls out there that have created a monster in me for this man in literally less than a week. Story inspired by @megamindsecretlair âs âI Swear Iâll Never Leaveâ oneshot and @keyaho âs âR.E.L.L.S.â series.
A/N: There will be at least one more part. Kinda proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes.
Just as he had finished the thought staring down at her with his arms folded and his mind racing with all the ways he could have this night go, she delivered exactly the push that would make him give them what they both needed, obviously.
âJust because Iâm down here giving you all sorts of ideas, doesnât mean Iâm going to comply just like that.â
He raised a lone eyebrow and responded, âIs that so kitten?â
Y/N nodded her head, causing Terry to tighten his hands around his folded forearms. It was something small, but now that they understood each other and were officially in the scene he knew that she knew what that answer meant. He held his hand up to his ear and said, âcome again kitten?â
âYes,â she answered.
âYes, what?â
âYes that is so.â
âYou testing me mama?â Terry asked while holding her chin to keep their gazes locked.
Y/N shrugged and struggled to keep her smirk entirely off her face as she moved her face right out of his grasp, seeing the exact reaction sheâd been hoping for flash behind his eyes.
Terry grabbed her hair by the base of her neck and yanked harshly, leaning into her face as close as possible while he practically snarled out, âYou will use your words.â
Y/N smiled blatantly now, what could be considered a demented smile, raising an eyebrow as if to mock his signature move with her, and replied, âOr what?â
âOr what?â Terry repeated confused and baffled by the audacity his kitten was showing. Heâd already told her how close to snapping heâd been, warned her of the dangers of interacting with him in this state, and she still chose to provoke him. His mind couldnât wrap his head around the minx that was kneeled before him, it seemed he wasnât the only one hiding a different beast. She was usually always so compliant, even when being bratty it was easy to get her to fold to his commands, but not now. âOr what?â he repeated again, more so as a statement as he loosed the grip he had on her hair to rub the base of her skull.
The second he watched those beautiful eyes close accompanied by the sound of the barest of moans, he slapped her face 3 times in a row, open palmed like before. When her eyes and mouth popped open, his finger fucked her throat with 3 of his fingers until she was a slobbery mess. Heâd pressed down on her tongue, effectively gagging her, leaned in close to her face and licked from her top lip back to her ear to grasp it between his teeth.
âYou bout to find out and I donât want no sounds out of you except ones of pleasure, mine and yours.â
Y/N smiled at him when he pulled away to look at her again but it quickly dissipated when his became sinister. âIâm bout to fuck you so good you beg me to stop and Iâm going to keep,â he slapped her face one, âgoin,â a second slap made her cream her panties, soaking through to the sleep shorts covering them.Â
He didnât have to see it to know it because he knew her expressions, had learned them thoroughly over the years enough to know her involuntary orgasm face. It was his favorite afterall. Terry let his wet fingers slip out of her mouth and immediately put his dick in while it was stil hanging open. Despite having plans to tie her down and fuck her sensely in their bedroom, something about this moment made him desperate to have this.
As soon as Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto his hips he popped the side of her face. âYou already know what time it is mama, stop testing me.â
It really wasnât fair how he was holding a one-sided conversation with her knowing damn well that she couldnât respond, only react. He was using everything he knew about Y/N against her and this was the one arena that she welcomed his attention to detail. Her pussy couldnât stop clenching around nothing since he let out that âfuckâ earlier.
Only thing Terry was focused on was his nut and her compliance. Despite clenching her fists at her sides for a bit with no problem she had the audacity to reach for his pussy. HIS pussy!
He pulled himself from the depths of her throat and pulled her to stand by the grasp he suddenly had on it so fast that Y/N officially couldnât think anymore. Even the following slap barely registered as her fight or flight responses pulled her psyche in separate directions. One part of her trying to witness the moment from outside her body while the other wanted to lean into all the sensations he was making her feel.
âYou acting up a little too much for my liking kitten, letâs fix that huh?â
Terry grasped her arm and turned her over his knee, using his foot to sweep her off of hers as he sat, in such a swift motion that she couldn't have counteracted it if she tried. Gathering the second arm into the same hand that had the other at the base of her spine he got right to work. Heâd gotten to his 6th blow before her body tensed up from finally feeling them all at once. Terry was not being gentle and she knew in this moment that he was definitely going to mark her every way he can, starting with the bruises that were sure to start appearing on her ass in a few hours. He let her ride out the sensations for a few moments, rubbing her butt with all the love and care he had for her before he was back to quick pops. By the time he stopped the 3rd time, heâd reached 25 and she was on the precipice of an orgasm if her moans were any indication, but he didnât want that just yet.
âWhy you actinâ up so much, huh?â
Y/N was on a high that just kept going up with every second under his hands. She had never experienced her subspace like this before and she was greedy for more. There was a small part of her that asked what if she pushed too far, but it wasnât loud enough to stop her from looking back at him with fresh tears in her eyes from her most recent punishment, opening her mouth to say, âmaybe you just donât how to punish me.â
If she thought he looked menacing before, that was nothing compare to the monster that appeared as he rained 5 more slaps that were far slower and far heavier on her ass cheeks. She wanted to keep looking him in the eyes, happy to see this hidden side of him, but she had no control over her body as she came again, eyes and head rolling, muscles tightening. She could swear heâd shown her the universe with the way the darkness behind her eyes lit up.
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Hey folks. My name is Kanagen (It's pronounced Ka-na-ngen. Kana is fine.), and I'm a writer. I mostly write sci-fi with a more or less sapphic bent, and I'm not shy about putting lewd content in what I write because fuck petty moralism.
I'm active in the Human Domestication Guide writing community, where apart from being an author (see below), I'm also a Loret, which means I help maintain and update the lore of the setting, help new creators with questions about it or how to fit a story into it, and so on. All of my publicly available fiction at the moment is HDG content, but I plan on working more on my own original settings and concepts in the future.
I have a patreon, where I post my current long-form project's drafts chapter by chapter, once weekly. I also occasionally talk about my writing process. I'm hoping to expand content there in the future as well.
I don't use social media very much because I remember what the internet used to be like before walled gardens and techbros ruined it. (You kids really don't know what you're missing.) Nevertheless, the life of a freelance writer rather demands I put myself out there somehow, so here I am. Ask me questions, behold the weird stuff I reblog, and try not to get too parasocial with me. I'm just a weird lady who puts words in funny shapes.
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Long-Form Fiction
No Gods, No Masters - A revolutionary leftist copes with the subtle differences between her own idea of the perfect world and the just-a-little-off version of it the Affini offer. First novel-length work in the Tillandsia Trilogy; highly suggested you read this before The Floret in the Mirror and especially Freedom's Ember.
The Floret in the Mirror - A mystery/thriller about identity, digitization, and impossible simulated lewdness. Content warning for amnesia resulting from traumatic brain injury as part of the setup. Sequel to No Gods, No Masters.
Freedom's Ember (ongoing) - Sixty years after the Affini conquered her world, a woman clings to her independence; sixty years after being frozen for cryogenic flight from the Affini, a woman struggles to discover who she really is when freed from her father's influence. What is freedom, and what does it mean in the context of the Compact? Sequel to No Gods, No Masters and The Floret in the Mirror, conclusion of the Tillandsia Trilogy.
Sui Generis - A martian attorney living on Earth finds adjusting to life with the Affini easier than most; she was already keeping her wife as a pet before they arrived. The real question is, where's that strange jealousy coming from?
Short Fiction
Mainspring - A Terran secret agent is captured by the Affini, trapped by artist for whom his body is a canvas, and she means to make of him her magnum opus. Wind-up doll content, and probably my most commonly cited story for "this rewired my brain"-style reactions.
Reading the Leaves - A tea-obsessed barista, an affini new to humanity, and a sweet (if awkward) romance culminating in a very raunchy ending. Entry for the HDG February Fluff Fic Jam 2024.
The Fifth Fundamental Force - This story is a silly joke. It should not be taken seriously, though many inevitably do.
Aftertaste (stalled) - A former quadrillionaire and epicure who just barely avoided domestication is tracked down by an affini culinary anthropologist who wants to use his brain to reconstruct a lost flavor using his long-buried memory - he was the last human to ever taste bluefin tuna. This fic is only sporadically updated because the stars must precisely align for my brain to be in a state to write boyliker fic. Sorry, I'm just really gay, y'all.
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The Dawn of Regret
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem reader
Summary: You have a crush on Joel Miller and he becomes your patrol partner.
W.C: 3.4k
Warnings: Smut (mdni), P in V sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), Katoptronophilia, praise kink, slight dirty talk, breeding kink, big fat age gap (reader is 26 Joel is 56), angst.
A/N: Happy kinktober folks!. I love angst so i incorporate it in everything :| sorry. I honestly don't know if this will be a one shot or not, we will see. I'm sorry i'm not the best for descriptions. And if i have any grammar mistakes, sorry in advance i am not a native English speaker. Anyway, if anyone reads it, let me know your opinions, love you bye!
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You and Joel have known each other for quite some time now. It has been roughly four months that him and Ellie decided to stay in Jackson, instead of trying to find the Fireflies. Since then, they were joining you at different tasks. Ellie was too young to join the patrols without a training but Joel, as a 56 years old, fearless man; he was the perfect fit. Well, obviously he was a mass murderer too but it was helpful in this situation. But other than that you were nothing to each other. Just a couple of âHelloâs and âHow is it goingâs  here and there. But you couldnât help to feel attracted to him. Normally, you were teaming up with Maria and Joel was teaming up with Tommy but Tommy and Joel decided that they were "sick of each other" so Maria came up with the solution that you were supposed to team up with Joel. It caught you off guard. You were so used to went on patrols with Maria that you didn't know what to do exactly. Not that you were unable to protect yourself or anything. You were living in Jackson for more than two years now and before that you basically learned how to survive on your own. No, it was not a doubt that came from your skills, it was because of Joel.
You were a little bit, just a little bit intimidated by his presence. He was not a chatty, lively man. His brows were mostly furrowed, well he was grumpy to say the least. Not that he was rude or mean towards you. On the contrary he knew where to stand. So, he sort of knew when to be nice which was obviously not around you. But you were not sure if you were okay where he was standing, you wanted more. He was a handsome man, grumpy old man to be fair but it didn't take anything from his charm. His broad shoulders, warm brown eyes, the dimple on his cheek which is a shame that you could barely see since he was not laughing around you that much. He was big and strong. His hands, his fingers... The thought of it showed itself as dampness on your panties. You were feeling guilty for dreaming about him from time to time but in your defense, who would not? Gosh those Fingers. âWhat would happen if he wrapped them around my throat?" you thought, on the couch where you were lying at the moment. "What would happen if he kissed me, or better bite me?" you get so worked up that dipped your fingers inside your panties.
After you came imagining it was his fingers inside you instead of yours, a wave of warmth washes your whole body. You are feeling so guilty. You are about to go on a patrol with this man and you masturbated, in your couch, thinking of him. And you had no idea how he felt about you, you saw him flirting with women before in the Tipsy Bison however none of them were as young as you. They were mostly older than forty. You are in your mid-twenties. Also, you know the fact that he had a daughter which if she was alive would be older than you so this was both unethical and impossible. You shake your head due to your own stupid thoughts and realize that it' almost three a.m. that means Joel and you are about the meet in an hour. You fix your clothes and decide to make yourself a coffee, you have limited supply of coffees so even though you really love it you can't drink as much as you want to but tonight, or this morning to be precise, you need to.
While you sip your coffee with the shame on your shoulders you hear a knock on your door, you leave your mug on the table and walk towards the door. âWho is that?â you ask, even though the low and husky tone makes it clear that it is Joel, you are just trying to be careful. âItâs Joel. I was just checking you if you were awake.â To hide the reflection of that stupid grin on your voice, you clear your throat âYes, I am.â You canât help the heat that rises from your core. âOkay, be outside of your door in 30.â He says and you hear footsteps fading away. You realize you didnât even open the door, let alone kindly inviting him but it was probably for the best. You still feel warm and fuzzy because of your Joel fantasies. You grab your coffee and sip the rest while thinking of him.Â
Once youâre done with your coffee, you step outside of your door with you backpack on your back and gun in its holster, waiting for Joel. After a while his big figures approaches which makes you feel giddy. You curse under your breath for feeling like a high schooler who sees their crush. âMorninââ he rasps, âmorningâ you say in return. âWeâre heading towards east this time. Tommy claims. There are riders.â It is obvious by his tone that he mocks with his brother. You nod as a response to his explanation and you both start walking. You know, silence is better to search the area but it makes you so uneasy. You want to talk to him desperately. âSo, why you and Tommy decided to not to be partners anymore?â you ask, your tone is louder than you expected. âYou wanna get attention of clickers or sumthin?â he is not mad, itâs his usual grumpiness but still you feel ashamed. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. âsorry.â You murmur, this time your tone is quiet. âHe was being a pain in the ass, Iâm sick of his bullshit.â He answers your question without looking at your face, you are grateful for that. You hum in return while you keep on walking. Itâs still dark outside and cold. You wish you were in your warm bed. But the man who is walking right beside you seems so unbothered. He doesnât care about the cold or how dark it is. It is as if he is living for the sake of living. You study his demeanor, trying to be sneaky. âIs there sumthin on my face?â âno, i- Iâm sorry.â âwell, you should focus on the road not me.â his tone is amused this time, not annoyed, not grumpy. You see a smile dancing around his lips, it is not a smile but itâs the best you got which sort of encourages you. âI can do bothâ âArenât you sumthin?â he chuckles, you made him smile.
That little conversation is all you need for you to have a crush on Joel. Not that you had not anything towards him but it was not a strong feeling whatsoever. But the moment you were able to make him smile. Well, it worsens the situation. For the rest of the road, you are mostly quiet. The sun is about to rise, the sky is turning into a lighter shade of blue. The birds chirping. It almost sounds peaceful. In the middle of an apocalypse. You canât help but laugh audibly. Joel turns towards you with a questioning look on his face. âI was thinking how peaceful it felt. The sky seems so pretty, birds are chirp-âJoel covers your mouth with one of his hands and yanks you to a tree trunk which sends a shock to your body. While you try to grasp what is the reason behind this, he gestures with his other hand to be quiet. You nod in return and both of you listen carefully. You hear the clickers around. High pitched screams of a bunch of them fill the woods. Itâs disturbing. You are grateful for it though, it distracts you from thinking how close your bodies are, how one of his hands is on your mouth. After he gives you the que you wait in silence, you kill them one by one. âMorning exercise I guess.â You say. âYeah, right.â He replies grumpily and rolls his eyes. Here he is again, the Joel you are familiar with. It is saddening honestly. Witnessing a side of him which he only shows people whom he really cares and trusts, which you crave to be one.
You look at your pocket watch it reads 8.45. Morning sun shines through the sky, it is warmer than a couple of hours earlier. You still have more than three hours and frankly, after your last unsuccessful attempt to make him talk, you give up. Morning sun hits his face in a way that invigorates his handsome features. You want to reach his face and caress his cheeks, kiss tip of his nose. Of course, you canât do any of that, how could you? You donât even know him, he doesnât even know you. Itâs just your hormones talking, you assure yourself. âCat got your tongue?â he questions your silence. âHuh?â âYou seem lost in your thoughts. You were chatty earlier.â âI thought you would be annoyed if I talk too much.â âYeah, you thought that right.â Well, he is honest at least. You donât say anything back. He breaks the silence when you find an old shed. âI know this is safe, Iâve been there before you wanna rest a bit? Before heading back to Jackson?â even though staying in a small space with Joel for a couple of hours seems like not a good idea your feet hurt from all that walking and fighting with clickers was draining so you decide itâs for the best âYeah, sure.â He opens the door and checks out the shed just in case then nudges his head for you to get inside. There is a mirror at the corner. It has cracks here and there and sort of rusty but you can see your reflection.
You sit on a moldy couch, itâs not the best thing to sit but at least better it is than floor. He sits right next to you, you are pretty close to each other. This surprises you but considering it is the only somewhat comfortable thing in this place it should not. The silence is too loud. You want to speak, to say something but you donât know what to say. Itâs as if you forgot how to talk, as if all the words in you have lost their meanings. The hand on your thigh jerks you awake from your thoughts. You look at his hand on your thigh then his eyes. He looks at you as if he is about to devour you. Even if you dreamt about this before, it feels different when he really touches you. You feel shy all of a sudden. âDarlinâ you thought I didnât realize how you look at me?â his raspy tone sends shivers down on your spine. You want to give in and let him fuck you senseless but a part of you still wants to resist. You clearly have no idea how this thing is going to work or what he really wants. âWhat? You must be dreaming Joel.â You chuckle nervously. âI most certainly am not.â His hand moves up and up till your crotch but he doesnât touch there yet. âTell me darlinââ he leans on your ear, his breath tickles your neck, youâre sitting side by side but you want him on top of you. âTell me you donât want it and Iâll stop.â âFine, okay. I want you.â you try not to sound so desperate but the last part of your sentence comes out as whining. âAtta girl, was that so hard?â he murmurs and cups your crotch through your jeans. He doesnât dip his fingers, not yet. He leaves wet kisses all over your neck. You do something bold and climb on his thigh. His large hands find their places on your waist. You kiss him deeply. Your tongues dance with harmony. You get wetter with each passing second and press yourself on his thigh a little more. He moans into your mouth. âNaughty, naughtyâ a smirk spreads across his mouth. You grind on his thigh more and more; the tension is unbearable at this point. âJoel, do something!â you burrow your face in the crook of his neck âDo what darlin?â âFuck me Joel.â Your voice comes muffled. You bite down on his neck. he cradles you and take you in front of the mirror which you saw earlier. You are confused. âWhat are you doing?â you ask him. âJust want you to see everything.â
You are standing before the mirror; Joel is pressed behind you. His cock is nestled between your ass cheeks. His movements are slow, you still have a couple of hours left and everywhere seemed clear so you can take your time. But you are so restless. He takes off your coat, then your shirt, then your bra. Youâre half naked. Your reflection in the mirror startles you. You are as much eager as Joel. He cups your right tit. His calloused fingers brush your hardened nipple while he licks your neck. You gasp with the overwhelming feeling. Youâre dripping cunt flutters against nothing. You want him inside. âJoelâ you moan. He bites your shoulder in return. You both watch your reflections in the mirror. You take one of his hands that are on your waist and slide it into your panties, he takes the hint, an amused laugh leaves his lips but he does not want to tease you so he starts toying with your clit while leaving wet kisses all over your shoulders and neck. While his thumb circles around your clit and he dips his middle finger to your hole. âArenât you a slut, hm? Waiting for me to fuck this hole of yours?â You moan to the vulgarity of his words. He adds a second finger, hitting just the right spots. The overwhelming sensation takes over your whole body, you feel weak in the knees and rest your back against his chest more and more. At this point you look like a body with two heads. You feel your first orgasm is about to hit. âJoel âm close, Iâm so close.â You coo, âlet it go baby girl. Youâre such a good girl for me, let it go darlinââ he whispers to your ear. You donât even hesitate to ruin his fingers with your cum. He takes his fingers off of you and licks them. You see the reflection in the mirror. It feels so unholy. You feel as if a sinner, for letting a man whoâs the same age as your father, if he was alive, to finger fuck you. âNow darling, I want more. I want to my cock in that sweet pussy of yours. I want to eat you out.â âYes Joel, please.â Your voice sounds so needy that you cringe. âI want you to watch baby girl. Every second of it.â
He lays down his coat to the floor and then lays you down on it. Unbuttons your jeans and strips down the rest of your clothes. He starts kissing your neck and makes his way down while leaving kisses on your torso. His tongue finds his way on your clit, it moves with ease. You grip a fist full of his hair and press him against your pussy more. The warmth of his tongue mixed with the warmth of your pussy sends shock waves to your body. He eats you out with such ease and pleasantly. Your moans fill the old shed. Then Joel stops, âtime to take my cock darlingââ he coos and unbuttons his jeans. Cold air hits your glistening folds, makes you shiver. He takes off his jeans and boxers. His fat cock is up against his belly. Your mouth waters, you want to take it to your mouth. He catches your hungry eyes. âNext time darlingââ. His tip shines with pre cum. He is hard as a rock. He checks on the mirror, to see your reflections, you do the same. You canât name the feels in you at the moment because it feels nice. He leans on your body and aligns his cock with your entrance. âYou ready?â you nod eagerly. It has been a while-3 years to be precise- since you last got laid and you donât have that much experience but you want to hide this fact from Joel. Once he pushes himself inside you, you scream. Then you adjust to his size and he picks up his once slower pace. âSo wet and tight for me. So pretty.â He mutters in your ear. âgood girl, arenât you a sweet girl for me, darlinâ?â you nod, he grabs you by the throat, âAnswer me!â his tone is demanding, his gaze is dark. âYes, yes Joelâ you answer but frankly, you donât even know what was he saying. Your hips move in sync. He is close âWhere do you want me to come, darling?â âInsideâ you say. You come together. Â He fills you up. After youâre both done, he lays on you. You wrap your arms around his torso. It feels so intimate. You have so many questions you want to ask. But you donât know how he will respond. You clearly have a crush on him but you are not sure if he feels something towards you or if it was just a bodily pleasure. You decide to wait for him to take the first step.
You lay there for almost half an hour. Then he speaks âItâs almost 11 a.m., we better get going.â You canât tell if he sounds distant or not. He helps you to get up and you wear your clothes and he does the same. You leave the shed and head towards Jackson. He does not talk; you donât want to talk as well. But you have more than two hours of walking distance so after a while you are so bored of silence and curiosity eats you alive. âwhatâs gonna happen now?â you ask expecting for him to say something positive. âNothing.â he almost barks. You are stunned by the tone of his. âOh?â is all you can say. âLook, it was a mistake, I shouldnât be so reckless. You forget what happened, Iâll do the same.â It hurts you. He is so blunt and there is no emotion behind his words. You feel so stupid for even thinking this could have led to something. You feel tears sting to your eyes but try to hold them back. You have no intention to feel smaller in front of this monster of a man. You are unsuccessful though. He hears you sniffing, does not look at you. He does not want to feel more guiltier than this. âNow, donât cry on me.â he wants to sound harsh; he wants you to hate him so that you will never like him. It does not help. He wants you to be safe and being closer to him is not the safest option.
You can see Jackson, youâre close. That means you can go to your home and cry for hours. Your sadness leaves its place to anger. âYou know, you are a disgusting man. You gave me hope and now youâre leaving me like this.â You know that is not the truth but you want to hurt him. âYou are right about that. But I didnât think you could be this naĂŻve to fall for me.â âYou deserve to die alone! If your daughter knew all this, she wouldâve hated you.â You can see the burning flame in his eyes. For a second you think he will smack you across your face but he does not instead he grabs your arm tightly. âJust because we fucked does not mean you are something to me. You are clearly desperate for attention. You want someone to love you. But that ainât me. Youâre nobody.â He leaves your arm and walks towards his home. You stand there like a fool you tried to hurt him but he did it. You start to walk as well, Maria approaches you. âSo, how was your patrol? You seem pale.â âIt was okay, a couple of clickers, nothing unusual.â Your voice cracks, she looks at you worriedly. âplease, I donât want to talk.â You explain and she nods. You open your door and enter your house. The moment the door shut closed you start crying.
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Bridgerton folks, thank you for the warm reception of my new story.
This is "5 times Colin was Pen's first + 1 she was his", second episode. Here you'll find the first episode.
Today episode may also be titled "Pen meets Mr. Fingerton" đ„đ„”
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Pen thought she might have dreamed the whole night.
No way Colin declared he wanted her and proceed to give her the best first kiss ever, and while she had not experienced it before, she knew the stories... Usually a first kiss was not all of that magical. Maybe it was because it was her and it was Colin. Everything they did seem kinda magical to her.
She was, again, at the door of his apartment and she was almost waiting for the moment he would start to treat her as a friend.
Instead, what happened, was that Colin opened the door, gave her his brightest smile and then a light kiss on her lips. So, maybe it was real.
"Sorry, I should have asked, I didn't know if you wanted-" he was adorable when he rumbled, Pen observed.
"Don't worry Colin. It's just, unexpected. I love welcoming you like this. Every day for the rest of my days".
She didn't have to worry about waiting for such declarations. Yesterday they talked at length about the future and them as a couple.
They both confessed they were yearning for this for quite some time, and they both laugh at their idiocy. But they were on the same page now. And they both know this was not a phase or temporary. They both were fully invested since the beginning.
That was the reason for seeing each other tonight. Well, that... And other reasons, at least Pen was hoping there were also other reasons.
She waited to damn long and she was ready. Possibly in that moment.
They ate and talk, laying out plans for their announcement as a couple (next Sunday on the bridgerton brunch). Pen was to ask her boss if she could do all remote (so she could come with Colin on his travels, as by his ask) and Colin was looking for a permanent place in London, so they could have a home base to stay when they were in the city (and eventually, when they were going to have kids).
Then, they looked at each other and it was like a magnet was at work.
They find themselves on the sofa, Pen on Colin's lap, kissing and touching every part they could reach.
Colin nibbled on her neck, before asking in a very deep voice "can I try something, Pen?"
She nodded. She wanted to try everything with him.
Colin flipped their position, then threw a pillow on the floor and knelt in front of her. She had a camisole and her lacy bra was barely visible. He took his time to unbutton her slowly, and Pen gulped when he was done. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Colin cupped her through the bra, teasing her. "May I?" He asked again and she responded by unclasping her bra herself. "Wow, Pen" Colin exhaled as his fingers were tracing her areola lightly. Her nipple was fastly caught it n between his fingers, making her moan. Colin looked at her with a wicked and deeply erotic smile, as he lowered his head to touch the sensitive skin with his tongue. "Ohh," his were the only fingers outside of her own that played with her breasts, and it felt marvelous.
Colin seemed obsessed by her neck and her cleavage. Pen was on fire, but she needed more. When his hand found hers, she rather directly pointed him towards where she was aching to be touched.
He looked at her. "Sure?"
"Never been more sure in my life," and Colin kissed her again, before finding her thigh and sliding his hand. He found her bare, much to his surprise.
"Miss Featherington!"
She was a bit embarrassed. "I had them on before. But then I thought why not and asked to use the bath."
His eyes were dark with desire. "Oh I do understand. You're an eager little thing, aren't you?"
Speechless. This was a new side of Colin she could not wait to explore. She just nodded as he skimmed over her auburn curls, "yup, eager and wet," he said as he went to touch her folds, using her wetness to lube his fingers.
He touched her lightly at first, watching her reactions, sometimes teasing her nipple s again, sometimes giving her little kisses.
"I can't believe I get to see you like this, Pen" and she wanted to respond but Colin choose that moment to slowly enter her with just the tip of his middle finger. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this," as his finger slide in deeper. Her mouth opened, the sensation so different from the one she was used too when she touched herself. A loud moan escaped her lips and he started a slow rhythm that made her tingle all over.
"Yes, like that love," he told her as he begin to touch with his thumb her clĂŻt, adding another level of pleasure. After some time he asked "another?" And she nodded her consent, feeling how herself was responding to his second finger inside her.
"I want to make you come on my fingers, is that okay Pen?"
Dear God in heaven. She might as well be in paradise. "Yes, Colin. Please!" She told him and then her brain went out of service as Colin kissed her.
It was clear he knew what he was doing, as he moved his fingers inside her with a motion that was working very fast for her. That and the light touch on her nub left her breathless, as Colin watched her again. That was the hottest thing. His look on her, as she was breaking into pieces under his touch. Pen used his arms to steady herself as Colin increased his rhythm until suddenly she was on the precipe and Colin remained steady in his movements.
She moaned a loud "Colin" a moment after, coming on his fingers. She moaned when she saw him sucking on his fingers like a it was his favorite dessert. "Next time," he said to her and she trembled.
Colin sat next to her, holding her steady. "That was... Incredible!" He looked smug, and Pen was looking at his very visible erection. "Do you want to?"
He looked at her. "I want to. But I also want to wait. Just a bit longer. It's weird to explain." But she understood.
"it's not. These are our firsts. We might have some in the future, but after so long waiting for each other, pacing these experiences makes them more meaningful."
He looked at her. "You nailed it."
She grinned. "Nope, you did."
Colin laughed loudly. "Not yet, love. Not yet." As he settled her on his side, kissing the top of her head sweetly.
She always imagined cuddle was as good as people told her, but somehow, it was even better than her imagination. These days everything was.
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Iâm confused about us?
Inspired by this mood board I made đ©·
This is basically just ooc Billy and literally doesnât fit into the showâs storyline at all but I love me a good cowboy so I had to write about him.
Tags: Dom!Billy Sub!Reader punishments are given, spanking, smut, oral (m) lemme know if I missed any!
Itâs 18 something (?? I have no clue when the show is set in) and youâre 19 when your parents decide drop you off with a man you barely know. William H Booney. They said âheâs a the son of some good friends of ours and they said heâll straighten you right outâ I donât need straightening. You think. Geez you steel one truck and a bottle of liquor and suddenly everyone thinks your a problem. When you were first introduced you thought âhey maybe this wonât be so badâ You. Were. Wrong. Within the first 30 minutes your parents had left you, you couldnât stand him. He came and sat down in front of your spot on his couch, Ok listen here little girl. He said, You frowned. Little girl? You thought. These are my rules. Follow them and you and me will be just fine. He smiled. No.1 please donât steal no trucks or anything I have enough trouble with the neighbors around here I donât need you making that worse for me. 2 Dont back talk me. There is nothing I hate more than an undisciplined girl. Your frown deeper. Though.. I guess thatâs why your here isnât it? He laughed like it was funny. You scoffed. No Iâm here because my parents expect me to stay home and clean or embroider. You laugh, And thatâs not something I can do every day. Oh? Speaking of that. Youâre not gonna be goin out for the first two weeks. WHAT?! You said shocked. Yes mam I think itâs exactly what you need. He said patting your thigh. I need to not go outside? You asked rudely. No you need to realize you only get what given to you. Now I want you to understand if you break any of my rules you gon be goin over my knee that minute young lady. You understand? He asked. You turned red, w-what? You said hoping you misheard him. Yes mam I donât know about yâall city people but right here when you misbehave you donât like what happens to ya. N-no you donât understand, my parents would never let a strange man do that to me. S-so call my daddy and heâll tell you youâre not allowed to do that to me. You said almost confidently. Sorry sweetheart your folks were real clear I should do whatever need be to make you behave. Tears came to your eyes, but as long as youâre good youâll be fine. You can do that right? You said to yourself.
No. No you can not.
Less than 24 hours later you found yourself over his lap, it happened because you saw some boys going on a trail ride through the window, you saw one of them had a flask. You thought how bad do I need that, you had been up since 5am thinking about Billy, how blue his eyes were how commanding his voice was (how good heâd fuck you) but that heâd probably never want you. He apparently he saw you as a little girl. Ugh I donât like older men anyway (wrongg) you thought. As you tried to quietly sneak down the stairs and out the front door. You saw it was locked with a padlock. Shit you thought. Your eyes darted to the window. You smirked, I donât know what he was thinking I can fit out of these windows easy. As you were lifting the window up all you saw was two hands towing over you and pushing the window back down. Your heart almost stopped. He leaned down to your ear and said. Now what do you think youâre doing little girl? He asked darkly. Uhhhh. before you could come up with an answer. He had picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You squeaked Ah! You yelled. Put me down!- he did in fact put you down⊠just over his lap. No! You yelled. Oh hush. No need for a tantrum now. Iâm not having a tantrum! Iâm a grown woman and you canât do this t- you were cut off by him putting his hand over your mouth. You tried to wiggle your way out but he easily lifted up your skirt. And you felt a warm hand on your bottom. His hand rose, and fell quickly, alternating cheeks. If there was anyone else in the house they would have definitely heard the loud smacks! Billy was giving you. And your muffled cursing. After about 4 minutes of him doing this you were about to cry. You tried to get away but to no avail. He easily pulled you back to position and gave you two extra hard slaps. And kept going. He finished soon after you started crying. Your bottom stung. Nobody had ever done this to you before. It didnât hurt that bad but the humiliation hurt He brought you back up and sat you on his lap, you quickly adverted your eyes down as to not make eye contact. But he harshly grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks together, listen, he said dominantly like he was scolding a child. This or worse is gon happen every time you disobey me , you let out a light sob just thinking about it. So Iâll let you decide whether or not you want this kind of stuff to keep happening.
No I really do not you thought.
It was two days later when you ended up in this position again. Billy had jokingly bought you an embroidery kit. And you had not so jokingly told him to fuck off. So he threatened to wash your mouth out with soap⊠what ? You said. I said you better watch your tongue or Iâm gon have to wash your mouth out. He said dominantly. You suddenly felt very wet.. and figured whatâs the worst that could happen? There are other things of yours Iâd like in my mouth more sir. You said in a lustful tone, while looking up at him from your spot on the bed. Literally two seconds later he was unzipping his pants, he used your mouth roughly holding your hair in a ponytail. After he had came in your mouth and regained himself. You stood up and grabbed his shoulders, pressing yourself against him your body asking him for more- huh? You thought as he quickly sat and pulled you down and back over his knee. W-wait Billy- you tried to protest as he cut he off. Hush. Was all you heard before your skirt was lifted and smacks rained down on your poor bottom. âLuckilyâ for you it was a lighter one than your first but you were still confused. He was spanking you like a disobedient child. Not like a woman that had just sucked him off. âIâm confused about usâ you thought.
This is it for today Iâm totally planning on making this a series so request anything that would make sense in the story line once I get a few Iâll write part two so the more yall request the faster Iâll write. Also if you guys want to make any mood boards more this id love it! Also my request have been a bit wonky lately so if it doesnât seem to be working just dm me please! Thanks for reading!
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Wings. Fire. Magic. Part Four
18+, Minors Do Not Interact
DragonTrainer!Joel x Female!Reader
Summary: Joel has to follow through on his deal with The King, the two of you share tender moments, and maybe you don't want to go home after all. Dragon divider by @saradika-graphics CW: 18+, p in v sex (wrap it up folks), mean Joel but also tender Joel. Praise (duh, it's Joel), dirty talk, female and male orgasms WC: 6K
Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three
Fuck. Iâm dead. So very dead.
The terrifying milky coloured dragon is going to incinerate you. You can see building in his throat as he roars at you. The last one was so loud that you clamped your hands over your ears and started to back away. Your family flashes before your eyes. Your mom is about to celebrate her one thousandth name day, sheâd ask for those little mushroom and cheese pastry puffs she loves so much, your dad would make some joke about her being older than him, even though just a fortnight later heâd be celebrating his same name day.Â
âEaaasssyyy,â you say shakily to the dragon, your hands are trembling as you move them from your ears, holding them up to try to calm him.Â
Suddenly youâre being pushed to the side, hitting the ground hard, rolling over yourself a few times. The wind is knocked out of you and you roll onto your back to try to get oxygen, gasping against the invisible hands restricting your lungs. You can see Joel standing in front of the dragon in just his tight black boxers. The sunrise casts flecks of gold around his tight and tanned skin, more tattoos swirl around his back, as well as 3 thick scars from his left shoulder to the middle of his back. Theyâre not new, but still raised and pinkish in colour.Â
âWhoa whoa whoa,â he says loudly, holding his arms up, palms facing out to the dragon. âUvri, easy boy.âÂ
The dragon pauses, sniffing slightly at Joel before lowering himself and folding his wings back into his body.Â
âThere you go.â he praises the dragon, still with a tinge of fear on the edge of his voice, âThatâs it. Easy.âÂ
The dragon touches his nose to one of Joelâs palms and then peaks behind him at you. âShe is our friend. Itâs ok.â Â
You slowly stand up and Uvri side eyes you. âSorry,â you say to both Joel and the dragon.Â
Uvri turns back to the eggs, his large scaled body nestling around them. He lets out a content hum and shuts his eyes. Joel grabs your shoulders, eyes raking over you with concern. âAre you ok?âÂ
âIâm fine, Joel.â You look away from him, your cheeks heat at how you touched yourself to thoughts of him last night while you were tucked into the soft sheets of your bed. And now heâs here in just his boxers holding your face and looking at you like youâre the most important thing in the world.Â
His hands cup your face gently with his large palms, âSweetheart, not all dragons are Rem. She doesnât know sheâs a dragon if Iâm being honest. You have to be careful out here.âÂ
âOk. Iâm sorry.â His eyes trail down each of your arms, hands not moving from your cheeks and even though youâre completely clothed, it all feels a little too intimate. When he doesnât see any injuries he seems to start breathing again, his muscular chest expanding as air fills his lungs. Â
âWe need to talk about The King, I have to go back before those eggs hatch.â His hands slide to your shoulders as he continues, âI need you to trust me, and after we see The King I will take you to see your family. Weâll make sure theyâre taken care of.âÂ
Your eyes fall to Joelâs strong bare chest, landing on the small hand tattoo over his heart. His hands fall from your shoulders and he smiles awkwardly at you. Heâs suddenly aware that heâs practically naked. The animals of the forest around you start to wave up. Birds chirping, chipmunks chattering, the air seems to come alive. The morning sun is finally high enough to peek through the trees and warm your face.Â
âYou should probably get dressed before we talk,â you laugh. You and Joel walk side by side back towards the log cabin and you fight the urge to ask about the small hand tattoo over his heart. âHow many dragons do you have?âÂ
âUmm,â he rubs the back of his neck nervously, bicep flexing, âI have five. They live around the woods here.âÂ
âAnd they just stay?â you ask. Considering you were stealing an egg you know very little, almost nothing actually, about dragons.Â
âDragons are loyal. They might leave for food, but they come back each night.âÂ
Joel opens the back door and you head into the kitchen, propping yourself up on one of the stools. The log cabin is somehow more gorgeous in the morning sunlight. Joelâs half naked body putters around the kitchen, he pops open an airtight canister and the smell of coffee beans fills the room. When he turns back to you, you avert your eyes, looking down at the granite island.Â
âIs being in your underwear an important part of this plan? Or?â You feel your cheeks heating.Â
âShit, sorry. My adrenaline is up here,â he raises an arm above his head and you glance over to see all the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he reaches. âJust, stay there. Please.âÂ
Joel disappears down the hallway and you finally understand what humans mean when they say âhate to see you go but love to watch you leaveâ, the tight boxers hug the strong globes of his ass, the soft fabric straining against his muscular thighs. But what really draws your eye are the two dimples in his lower back, just above the waist band. Your mouth waters at the sight of him.
When he returns the coffee is brewed and, since you already scared Joel half to death, you listen and stay on your stool. He pours you a cup of coffee and slides it across the counter to you, along with cream and sugar for you to add. You give him a tight lipped smile.Â
âRem and Uvri have five eggs that are going to hatch soon.â He says as he stirs a little bit of cream in his coffee, âI am going to leave tomorrow to take three of those eggs.âÂ
âIs Remmer going to be ok?â You canât imagine sheâll be happy to have three of her babies taken from her, sheâs so sweet and gentle. âYou canât give away your dragons.âÂ
âNo, sheâs probably going to be very upset with me,â he places his coffee down and opens the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon. âBut remember how I told you dragons are extremely loyal?âÂ
âYes,â youâre starting to feel that guilt again, being taken care of while your family is struggling and probably worried sick about you.Â
âYou stole that egg, but once it hatched, the dragon would find its way back here.â you hear the tick-tick-whoosh of the stove before he grabs two pans and puts them over the flame. âTheyâll always find their way back to their family.â
âOk,â you say curiously. âSo, what about me?âÂ
âYouâre staying here.â he says firmly, his back to you as he puts the bacon in the pan, the sound and smell of the fat sizzling causes your stomach to growl.Â
âNo, Joel,â you argue, â You have to make The King think you hate me more than he doesâÂ
He turns to face you, crossing his arms across his chest. âNo.âÂ
âJoel, you have to.â You practically beg him, he turns around and cracks eggs in the second pan, avoiding your eyes as best he can. He already knows he has to take you, but he is a stubborn man, and if you start begging or look at him with those big sad eyes heâll break. âIf he knew that I slept in a big plush comfy bed or soaked in a bubble bath. Iâm supposed to be your slave.âÂ
Joel shakes his head. âIâm taking him the eggs. Youâre staying here. Iâm not bringing you back there. I cannot bring you back there.âÂ
You wrap your hands around your coffee cup and bring it to your lips. He cannot bring you back there. You already know that thereâs no arguing with him, even when he knows youâre right. Actually, especially when he knows youâre right. Heâll come around, he just needs to do it on his own time. Â
After breakfast Joel tells you heâs going into the village to get you clothes and boots, and after a stern warning to stay out of the woods, he hops on his horse and off he goes. You spend the afternoon close to the house, wandering outside but staying clear of the woods. Around one side of the house is a large garden, vegetables sprout up every which direction and nothing is labeled. On the other side of the house, just below your bedroom window, is a flagstone patio with a large fire pit, wooden chairs and a bench. Everything outside of the house looks like it belongs there, like the earth put it there itself. You sit on the bench and start making a small fire. You catch Rem watching you from the tree line. You smile at her, but she stays near a peculiar tree; stark, white bark and a large canopy of deep purple leaves. Itâs the only leafy tree in the area, the whole property is surrounded by large conifers, how that tree even exists is beyond you.Â
Once the fire has started, you head into the house to get a bowl to start picking ripe vegetables. The sun is starting to set and you may as well make yourself useful and make dinner. After picking carrots, beets, potatoes, green beans and a handful of fresh herbs, you skip back into the house. You spotted chicken in the fridge this morning, so you take it out and rub it with oil, sprinkling the fresh herbs on top. Next, you chop all the vegetables up. Unlike Joel, who can just reach up and grab the cast iron pans hanging above the island, you have to climb up and stand on the counter to grab them. You take everything outside and start cooking.Â
Dinner is almost ready when Joel's deep voice floats across the back yard, âHi.â
âHi.â You smile sheepishly at him over your shoulder. Â
âSomething smells amazing.â The fire pops and crackles, birds chirping in the woods calling to each other. Â
You turn back to the fire, stirring the veggies. âI figured I could make myself usefulâ
âThank you. You donât need to do that.âÂ
You pat the bench beside you and Joel comes to sit beside you, knees grazing one another. You both look at the purple tree in front of you.Â
âCan I -â you start. Joel saying, âhowâs your -â at the same time.Â
You both laugh quietly and you say, âyou go first.âÂ
âHowâs your back?â he asks, you glance over at him and heâs looking at you with that same big eyed concern he had this morning when you stumbled into Uvri.
âI think better.â you roll your shoulders backwards slowly, testing the muscles and checking for pain. Joel notices the slight wince in your face, âI have more movement in my arms but it still feels like I got trampled.âÂ
âI put some muscle relaxing oil in your room with your new clothes.â He says it so casually and your heart flutters as you thank him. Someone doing something for you is still so foreign. Are you that deprived of the goodness of humanity that you let one little act turn you all gooey?Â
Joelâs knee nudges yours, bringing you back to reality. âWhat were you going to say?âÂ
âI was going to ask about that tree,â your eyes peel away from Joelâs.
âI donât want to talk about it,â he says, hand coming up subconsciously to his heart. The sadness practically etched across his face.Â
âThe tattoo?â You ask.Â
âItâs - umm - thatâs where my daughter is.â He says, avoiding looking at you and the tree, instead he grabs the metal poker and starts to stir the fiery orange coals. You donât press him, somehow you know that heâll talk when heâs ready. âSo I think youâre right. You have to come with me.âÂ
You nod, you were right not to push. Joel does everything methodically, he doesnât jump in. You clear the fear out of your throat, fear that feels like shards of glass and say, âMake him think you hate me.âÂ
âProblem is,â he stands, sliding on a large mitt and grabbing one of the cast iron pans off the fire grill, âI donât hate you. Not in the slightest.âÂ
Dinner was silent between the two of you and you went to your bedroom early, exhausted from the last few days but full of nervous anticipation for what was to come. You drift off easily, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep. A distant roar causes you to stir, rolling over and pulling the blankets up around your neck. You hear yelling in the distance and it slowly brings you to be fully conscious. Now awake you can hear it more clearly - itâs Joel. Heâs yelling. You shoot out of your bed and creep into the hallway, his door is closed, âNo, leave her.âÂ
You knock gently, his bed creaking under him as he tosses around his sheets. You open the door a crack, peeking in. His eyes are clamped shut, a pained look on his face. His curls are sweaty and slick to his forehead. Heâs twitching and mumbling.Â
âJoel,â you whisper, walking over to him slowly. He thrashes again, violently this time. âJoel,â you repeat, a little louder as your hand reaches out to him. As soon as your palm touches his shoulder he grabs your wrist, jerking you violently and flipping you onto the bed below him. Youâre trapped under his large, muscular and naked form. His eyes are glazed over, rage and anger contorting his features.Â
âJoel!â You practically yell it this time and when he blinks you slowly start to come into focus. He shakes his head, blinking quickly as his breathing starts to calm.
âFuck,â he huffs, almost leaping off of you, covering himself with his hands before finding some underwear.
âYou were having a nightmare,â you whisper, walking over to him. âAre you ok?â
âDid I hurt you?â Heâs back, that soft and caring man that youâre starting to fall for. The moonlight paints the room in a light glow.
âNo, Iâm fine,â you reach out to touch him and he steps away, âJoel, are you ok?â
Joel wanders back to his bed and starts to straighten out the sheets, âIâm fine.â
âOk,â you say, uncertainty waving through the word, âIâll justâŠâ you start to leave as he crawls back into his soft sheets.
He calls your name, when you look back at him heâs on his side, back towards you. âYa?â you whisper.
His voice is sad and cracks a little as he asks, âPlease stay.â
You smile to yourself and pad over to him, gently crawling in behind him. Youâre not sure what comes over you or makes you feel so bold, but you press the front of your body to his warm back, one arm bending under your pillow, the other draping across his waist, your face nuzzled between his strong shoulder muscles. Heâs tense for a second before he relaxes into you. Neither of you speak, and when his breathing gets relaxed and heavy, you place a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade and fall asleep.Â
It feels like minutes later when Remmerâs cries have you rushing from Joelâs empty bed to look at the large window. You see him heading towards the house with a small wooden chest, Uvri follows along behind him, saddle and reins already affixed to his large and intimidating body.Â
You go to your own room and slide on your new leathers and boots and head out to the kitchen to meet Joel. He has a ratty looking cloth dress in one hand, chains and a small collar in the other. You both stare at each other. You donât need words. You knew exactly what being his slave would mean and what playing that part would look like. Youâve seen plenty of Fae in this uniform, following along behind whatever creature owned them. Joel looks at you with a tender sadness, swallowing hard while you nod at him and head out the back door. Rem lands beside Uvri and nuzzles against you, crying out again.Â
âItâs ok, Rem.â You say quietly, running your hand down her neck, her scales are warm and smooth, you didnât realize how soothing petting a dragon could be.Â
Joel helps you up in Uvri and with a click of his tongue the dragon shoots up into the sky and dread fills your body.Â
The flight is most quiet. You occasionally point to places that youâve been to, Joel points to an orange and red canopy of trees and tells you his brother lives there. You need the distraction, and assume he does too, so you ask questions about his brother. You learn his name is Tommy and heâs younger than Joel. Heâs married and they have a baby on the way. He also trains dragons, just like their father did before them. Finally you see the mountains come into view and you know that youâre close to The King.Â
Joel lands Uvri in a clearing near the castle. Your insides clench as Joel slumps against your back. His forehead rests softly on the back of your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh before wrapping his arms around your waist.Â
You both sit like that for a minute, your hearts pounding in sync with one anotherâs. âMake this quick for me, Joel.âÂ
He releases you and you follow him, climbing off Uvri. You reach into one of the bags strapped to his saddle and pull out the tattered dress.
âIâm sorry about this.â Joel says softly.Â
âI know,â you say sadly as you walk behind Uvri to change.Â
You slip out of the new leathers, even though youâre gutted over not having your wings, getting dressed has been easier. You stare down at the thin bra and panties, squeezing your eyes shut before sliding them off. The scratchy fabric of the plain dress is uncomfortable against your skin. You stuff your clothes in a bag and walk back around to Joel.Â
He looks at you with big sad eyes, recalling what you said last night while you ate dinner, âThe King needs to think that you hate me more than he does. You have to hate me to keep me safe.âÂ
His eyes lower down your body, stopping where the hem of the dress ends at your knees, then his head turns to look at his right hand. Your eyes follow, a thick rusted chain connected to a metal collar grips in his fingers. He walks to you slowly and you lock eyes. He stops just a hair away and you force a hard swallow before taking in a shaky breath, gathering your hair in your hands.Â
âIâm sorry,â he croaks, placing the cold, heavy collar around your throat. The hinges creak menacingly before the loud click of the lock reverberates down your whole body. The weight of it rests on your collarbone and it feels like itâs pressing you down into the earth. Even though this was your idea and you have no reason not to trust Joel, you feel absolutely humiliated. Uvri stares ahead at the castle and you find yourself longing for Remmer.Â
âWhy canât we take her?â You asked Joel last night.Â
âShe needs to be the one to imprint on the babies if I canât. She fully trusts me, so the babies will too.âÂ
Within seconds of remounting him, Uvri lands on top of that same tower and your body starts trembling, teeth chattering in your skull. Joel helps you down and then pulls you into his arms. You sink into his body, letting his warmth and comfort wash over you. âFuck, Iâm so sorry. Iâm going to make this as fast as possible. Just look at the floor the whole time. Donât look up. I got you.âÂ
You clear the glass from your throat, âDonât let go of my chain.âÂ
He hands you the case that contains the three dragon eggs before looping the chain around his hand a few times. You follow down the stairs and hallway, and before the guards open the doors to the main hall you take a shaky breath and look down at the case.Â
Donât look up.
âJoel!â The King exclaims as you enter. âYou brought your little slave, I see!âÂ
âProbably should have let you kill her,â he says darkly as he pulls you along the long corridor. âUngrateful little thing. Couldnât trust her to stay alone.âÂ
Donât look up.
When you reach the foot of the stairs, a guard grabs the box from your hands roughly. Joel bows, and when you stay standing he gives the chain a hard yank towards the ground. Your knees crash down on the cobblestone floor. In a cruel mocking tone Joel says, âbow to your merciful king. You should be dead.âÂ
You let out a small cry of pain and The King laughs cruelly, âlook at my trophy, fairy.âÂ
Donât look up.Â
When your eyes stay fixed on the floor he shuffles in his throne and chuffs like a petulant child before yelling, âIâm talking to you!âÂ
Joel tugs on your chain again and you look up at The King through your lashes. Above him, your wings are hanging from the wall, suspended in a swirling, thin black mist.Â
âWhen your master brings me the other eggs, I might let you have these back. But Iâve grown quite accustomed to them. They look better here than they did on your useless back.â The King is smiling like heâs at an amusement park, clearly getting nothing but pleasure out of the torture youâre being put through.Â
Joel crouches beside you, grabbing a handful of your hair and forcefully pulls. You let out a yelp as he brings your face within inches of his. His face is harsh, eyebrows knitted together and jaw clenched. âThank your King, little whore.â He spits and yanks your head towards The King.Â
âThank you,â you say quietly, voice trembling with fear. Joel shoves your head down, you lose your balance and your palms collide with the floor before he pulls you back to a kneeling position by the chain.Â
Your heart feels like itâs in your stomach. Your beautiful iridescent wings hung up in such a cruel and harsh place. Tears start burning in the back of your eyes, everything about this feels wrong. Joel has slipped into this role too easily. Maybe heâs using you to get to the rest of the remaining Fae.Â
As Joel and The King discuss when the next eggs will be ready, you fight to keep your tears in. You focus on breathing, blood surging so loudly through your ears that you canât make out what theyâre saving above you.Â
My wings. My wings. My wings.Â
Soon, Joel pulls sharply on your chain and barks, âUp.âÂ
You stand and walk weakly behind him.
My wings. My wings. My wings.Â
Joel leads you back up the stairs, never looking back at you to keep up what you hope is a facade. But he was so goddamn convincing in that room that all the tender moments youâve had are gone. His face was so harsh, so full of hatred. You donât remember how it feels to be safe around him anymore. He hoists you up onto Uvri. Joel flicks Uvriâs reins with one hand, his free arm wrapping tightly around your middle. As he takes off, your body slumps back against Joel, the emotional exhaustion starting to take over.
My wings. My wings. My wings.Â
The dragon flaps his wings fiercely, the wind whipping so hard your eyes start to water, blurring your vision. The air cools the steel around your neck and it nips at your skin. You close your eyes against the cold and all you can see is Joelâs cruel expression, as if itâs been tattooed on your eyelids.Â
Within minutes youâre landing in the same field you had just days ago. It took Remmer half a day to fly to the castle from here, and thatâs when you realize just how powerful Uvri is. The dragon has barely touched down when Joel is pulling you off the dragon and into his arms.Â
âIâm sorry, baby girl. Iâm so sorry.â He whispers into your hair, holding your tense and exhausted body tightly against him. His fingers work quickly to undo the collar. As it falls to the ground, his fingers trace the light bruises already forming at the base of your neck.
Your hands push at his chest and he lets you take a small step back. You stare at the ground and fight against the urge to run. He called you a whore and ungrateful. He made you look at your wings after he told you not to look up. Everything he did in that hall was done with such conviction that youâre tempted to believe it yourself. You could run. You donât have wings, no one would hunt you now. You could just run, run and hide.Â
When you finally manage to look at him, heâs nothing like he was with The King. Dark eyes have turned warm, flecks of brown sugar shine throughout his chocolate brown eyes, tears lining his lash line. His jaw is relaxed, lips parted as he looks at your neck. Without warning he drops to his knees and sits back on his heels. He lets out a hiss when he sees the deep purple bruise already wrapping around your knees. His hands come to rest lightly on the side of your thighs.Â
âPlease talk to me,â he chokes, one tear rolling down his cheek.Â
You swallow down the lump thatâs been in your throat since landing on that tower. âMy wings,â you whisper sadly.Â
âFuck. Iâm so sorry you had to see that.âÂ
You blink a few times at Joel. Each flutter of your lashes morphs your sadness into rage. âKiss me.â
âWhat?â His brow furrows slightly, but you donât miss the uptick of a small smile that appears on his lips at the thought of kissing you.
âI am fucking livid. Kiss me. Kiss me so I know that itâs ok. Kiss me to show me that we will get my wings back and that all of that was just an act back there. Kiss me to distract me from going there and ripping out that vile man's throat.âÂ
He leans forward, warm velvety lips gently press to your right kneecap, then your left. Joel stands, hands coming to tangle in your hair. âIt was all an act, I feel horrible. Iâm so fucking sorry.âÂ
âThereâs nothing to be sorry for,â you say, hands trailing up the strong muscles of Joelâs back, concealed under his leather coat. âThis was my destiny, to destroy The King. With you.âÂ
The second the words leave your mouth you and Joel come together in a mess of lips and tongue and teeth. Itâs frantic and desperate, both of you saying everything you need to say with this kiss. He swallows your moans with his mouth. Gripping your hair tightly with one hand. The other running down your back, lifting you up by the meaty globe of your ass. Your dress hikes up your hips as you lock your legs around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders as he walks you to the edge of the clear blue river.Â
You break your kiss to undo his jacket, sliding the leather buckles out of their metal clasps. First the one at his collar bone, then chest and stomach. You press your lips against his again as you slide the zipper down. Heâs not wearing a shirt, his strong tanned chest warms your body through your thin dress, your nipples stiffening in anticipation.Â
Joel lowers your feet to the smooth, colourful rocks of the shore and breaks apart from you. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you watch him drop his jacket to the ground, your hands working on their own to undo the leather tie of his pants. The outline of his cock pressing through the thick fabric.Â
His hands grab your wrists. âI donât - I donât have protection.âÂ
You blink up at him. âJoel, Iâm over six hundred years old. I donât think pregnancy is a worry.âÂ
You stare at each other for a second, sexual tension morphing as he smiles at you and you start to laugh. His hands come to your neck again, fingering the light bruising before his lips press gently where the collar sat. The hurried rush of his lips and hands is replaced by a slow passion.Â
His lips caress your neck and you close your eyes. Head falling to the side to give him more access. Your hands reach for the growing bulge behind his pants. He moans into your neck at your touch, kisses moving up your neck.Â
âTell me what you need, sweetheart.â The deep baritone of his voice sends a fresh wave of arousal to your core. Youâre not wearing anything under this thin dress, you can almost feel how wet you are on your thighs.Â
âNeed you,â you moan, voice husky with want.Â
Joel grips the hem of your dress. âUse your words,â he says, his forehead resting against yours. âNeed me to what, baby girl.âÂ
âMake me feel good.â You say.Â
He slips your dress up and over your body, leaving you completely bare to him. He steps back, toeing his boots off and working at his fitted leather pants. He slides them down his hips, his cock springs free, slapping against his hard abdomen. You lick your lips at the sight of him naked before you. Tattoos and scars on display for you, tanned skin glowing under the setting sun.Â
His hand reaches out for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you into the water. Itâs cool on your skin and eases the pain in your knees, which just makes you crave Joel more. When the water is passed his hips he grabs you again, lifting you into his arms, bodies pressed tightly against each other.
âMake you feel good how?â He asks, kissing your neck and collarbone.Â
âPlease Joel.â you whine.
âPlease what, baby girl?âÂ
You grind your hips into his, you can feel his cock sliding underneath you as your clit brushes against his body and you whine.Â
âNeed my cock sweet girl?â You moan out again. âSay what you need.âÂ
âI needâŠâ fuck why is this so hard for you. After years of giving to everyone else and having no one to take care of you itâs nearly impossible to ask for it.Â
âPlease, darlinâ. Say whatever you need and Iâll give it. Fingers. Tongue. Whatever you want.âÂ
You grind against him again, the water of the lake making everything slippery. âWant you inside me.âÂ
âGood girl,â his voice is rough with need, âguide it in for us.âÂ
You reach your hand between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping his length a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You can feel your walls fluttering already, anxiously waiting to be filled.Â
âLook at me,â he says.Â
You lock eyes and slowly sink down onto him, the head of his thick cock filling you. âOh god - Joel - fuck.â
âKeep goinâ baby,â his eyes glaze over, âwanna be all the way in.âÂ
Your eyes stay locked to his, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you slide him the rest of the way inside you. You feel every inch of him stretching and filling you. The cool water of the slow moving river dances along your skin.Â
âFuck you feel so good.â He moans, bringing his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply.Â
You grind small, slow circles with your hips into him, at this angle heâs hitting that perfect spongy spot, his abdomen rubbing against your clit.Â
âThatâs it, baby.â He praises as you cry out in pleasure. The small movements shouldnât feel this good, but youâre surrounded by him in the water and as the sun fully sets and the moon and stars start to light up the water, he looks so beautiful. The trees are still, the world quiet and it feels like just the two of you exist. âDoes that feel good?âÂ
âYes, Joel. Mmmm yes.â You can feel your orgasm building, your heart pounds in your chest over the close intimacy. Your body reacts so well to his, your pussy twitching slightly around his cock.
âRelax. Take what you need,â he says, letting you rub against him at your own pace.Â
âOh fuck,â that familiar pressure starts to build again and you grip harder onto Joel.Â
âThatâs it. Thatâs my good girl.â His hands cup your ass under the water, moving with your slow and steady rhythm. His dark eyes drink you in as you writhe against him. Moonlight reflects off the water, dancing around his body like candlelight.Â
âMore, please Joel. More.âÂ
âYa?â He asks, thrusting up into you when you grind down on him.Â
âOh god. Fuck me. Please.âÂ
Joel crashes his lips to yours again as he takes over. Lifting you up and then slamming into you with his hips, hands pushing you down onto him. You moan into his mouth, heâs so deep and stretching you almost to the point of pain.Â
He repeats this motion a few more times, you call out his name to the forest, completely unashamed of your pleasure echoing back at you.Â
âYou look so fucking beautiful like this. Look down baby, look how well youâre taking me.âÂ
You lean back, watching through the clear moonlit water as Joel slides in and out of you and that heat in your lower belly starts to erupt. You cry out, watching as Joelâs thrusts become slower and sloppier.Â
âPlay with your clit.â he demands through gritted teeth, heâs trying his hardest not to come yet.Â
You lean back slightly, sliding your hand between your bodies and rub tight circles on your sensitive nub.Â
âJoel!â it comes out as a high pitched squeal, youâre right on the edge, teetering towards all consuming pleasure.Â
âI know. I know.â His voice is soothing.
âIâm. Oh fuuuuck. Iâm gonnaâŠâ
âCum for me baby. Let me feel it.â Your orgasm washes over you, sparks lighting up your whole body. You curl into Joel, biting his neck gently, muffling the sounds of your screams as your walls clench hard around him. Joel doesnât stop thrusting up into you, âthatâs it. Good job sweetheart.âÂ
You bring both hands to tangle in Joelâs curls, kissing him as you come down from your high. âCum for me, Joel,â you say between kisses.Â
He smiles at you proudly. You could ask for what you wanted when you two started. âWhere do you want it baby?âÂ
âI wanna watch,â you moan, your pussy becoming overstimulated by his thrusts.Â
He lifts you off, you reach for his cock as your feet hit the cool round stones on the bottom of the lake. You watch as you stroke him at the same pace he was fucking you.Â
âShow me Joel,â your free hand cups his balls, massaging them gently. They tighten in your hand before his cock twitches and his milky spend rises up in the water around you.Â
You look up at his face as he groans your name, his eyes are fixed on you and glazed over with pleasure. This big, strong dragon trainer is like soft clay, coming apart in your hands and youâve never felt sexier.Â
âFuck,â he says bringing you in for a kiss.Â
âBring me home,â you whisper after breaking the kiss.
âWeâll go to your family first thing.â He says, kissing your nose.
âNo, just take me home.âÂ
Joel smiles warmly. Home. His home, and now your home.Â
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