#that story gripped you by the throat and pulled you along for the ride and by god you took it

[rimouskis]

sigh someone on twitter extolled the virtues of furiosa and said it was better than fury road. I just saw furiosa. they are wrong.

[yuckiemouth]

Power Bottom

(I seen an edit of Sunoo with the song “Peggy” by Ceechyna and I began to think… Sunoo as a power bottom is BRILLIANT! I know the song is about dominance, but the lyrics “I been riding his face 6 hours” made me imagine his soft looking body grinding against your tongue while powerfully moaning. This story is for male!reader, so if you’re a female….my bad, I’ll get you next time. But I know I have some gay Sunoo stans out there!)

Sunoo x male!reader

"Ah~" Sunoo gasped out whilst slowly forming an O against your wet mouth, his body shook from the intense sensations. He looked down at your hard dick with half-lidded eyes, biting his lower lip seductively. "Mmm...you're so good at this," he purred, continuing to grind his hips against your face. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he rode your tongue with reckless abandon, chasing his own pleasure. He leaned down to take your cock into his mouth. "Ooh fuck..." Sunoo moaned around your cock, taking it deeper into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head before he started bobbing his head up and down, sucking hard. He could feel you throbbing against his tongue and it only spurred him on more. Pulling off with a lewd pop, Sunoo looked up at you with lust-filled eyes. "I want you to cum for me," he demanded huskily, stroking your shaft. "Paint my face with it. Mark me as yours."

“Hmmm?” Sunoo teased as you murmured something against his ass. “You want me to keep going? Yeah, baby? Hmm?” He asked grinding harder against your face, looking back at your struggle. He threw his bangs back before enveloping your dick back into his mouth. "Mmmh," Sunoo muffled against your growing thick length. He continued to grind his hips on your tongue. The obscene sounds of wet slurps and moans filled the room.

Suddenly, Sunoo pulled away, gasping for air. A string of saliva connected his lips to your cock. He looked down over at you with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. "I want you inside me.”

He shifted positions, putting your hand around his throat, reaching to grab your rigid member. With a chuckling moan, he pulled you inside, enveloping you in his tight heat. "Fuck…” He threw his head back in ecstasy, you started to thrust inside him enthusiastically. You began to choke him slightly for his pleasure. Sunoo gazed up at you with pure satisfaction. Those amber eyes decorated with long healthy lashes could make you cum on the spot. He nodded for you to keep stroking deep inside him.

"Yes, yes! Just like that!" Sunoo cried out, his voice strained as you choked him lightly. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes from the lack of oxygen but it only heightened his pleasure. His velvety walls clenched around your cock, trying to milk you for all you were worth.

His hands scrabbled at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as he urged you on. "Harder," he begged breathlessly between moans. "Fuck me harder! Yes right there!”

Sunoo's hips bucked wildly against you, meeting each of your powerful thrusts with equal fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with their cries of passion. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.

"Oh fuck yes, yes,” Sunoo screamed, his voice breaking from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop! I'm so close, I'm gonna cum!"

His entire body shook and trembled, his prostate being hit relentlessly with every powerful thrust. Sweat glistened on his skin, making it shine in the low light. Sunoo's cock bounced freely, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his toned stomach.

"I need it, I need it so bad," he babbled incoherently, lost in the throes of ecstasy. Your dick hits that melting spot repeatedly and Sunoo’s back arched further off the bed. His eyes somewhere lost in the back of his head as his jaw drops from the intense pleasure and pain. “I’m cumming…” he said calmly at first, but he began to erotically twitch. “Oh fuck, I’m cumminguhhhhh!” His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum on you and himself.

As the aftershocks subsided, Sunoo collapsed bonelessly onto the bed, panting heavily. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his kiss-swollen lips. "That was amazing," he purred, reaching up to pull you down for a deep, passionate kiss.

[tiannasfanfic]

White Wedding

Eddie Munson x Reader (Smut)

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist | AO3 Link |

Summary: After your wedding, Eddie takes full advantage of having you alone during the limo ride to the reception.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader, they/them pronouns (if any), no Y/N, no Vecna AU. Not specifically mentioned in story that Eddie is a Rockstar, that’s just how I imagine this version of Eddie. Reader wears a white wedding dress and lingerie, and has their hair and makeup done, so implied femme leaning Reader (at least for their wedding). No other descriptions of the dress, hair or makeup. Filthy newlywed smut ahead!

CW: Kinda Perv!Eddie and Perv!Reader; Smut (p in v, f recieving oral, fingering, spit for lube); exhibitionism (sex in a moving limo); mild corruption kink (Eddie).

Word Count: 1,953

After you and Eddie get married, the first time you have any alone time together as husband and wife is in the limousine on the way to the hotel for your reception.

Eddie hasn’t been able to stop staring since he first laid eyes on you as you walked down the aisle towards him. You look so breathtaking and ethereal in your wedding dress, with your soft makeup and hair done in a way that compliments your facial features.

Not long after you get on the road, he leans forward to tell the driver to take you on a small circle around the city and keep driving around until he says otherwise. The driver is paid by the hour, so he doesn’t care.

When the privacy divider is once again closed, Eddie’s slides down onto his knees in front of you. His lips devour yours in a passionate kiss as his hands travel up under the skirt of your wedding dress, pushing the fabric up along the way. Once all the fabric of your skirt is bunched up around your waist, he pulls back a little to take a good look at you and groans deeply at the sight before him. Even though he was expecting some sort of lingerie under your dress, nothing could have prepared him for the ensemble when he sees it. It was all in white to match your dress, there was absolutely nothing virginal or pure about it aside from the color.

Covering your legs were a pair of thigh high stockings, each one held securely in place by tiny straps belonging to the garter belt that circling your waist. Your panties were little more than a simple triangle of lace held together with a few strings, the weave of the lace loose enough to tease him with the barest glimpse of what was underneath. Letting his gaze travel lower, he can’t help but follow the line of your panties with his eyes to fully take in the sight of your lace clad pussy…and he nearly chokes on his own spit when he realizes they are crotchless.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Eddie groans, licking his lips as his hands spreads your thighs wider so he can get a better look. “You wrapped her up all nice and pretty for me, didn’t you?”

You slowly rolled your hips off the seat and up towards him, giving him a better view between your legs for a moment before settling back down. The result was another groan from Eddie, and he moved his hand so he could start softly rubbing your clit with his thumb. A soft moan leaves your lips and Eddie shivers.

“Want play with your present now or later?” you ask him, batting your eyelashes with an innocent smile.

He doesn’t bother answering verbally, instead he ducks his face down to your pussy to run his tongue through your folds. The moan that leaves his mouth at your taste makes his lips vibrate against you and you moan rises from your throat in response. One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his curls and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves, making Eddie groan again.

He brings the fingers of his free hand down spread you open, giving him better access to your wet core so he can dip his tongue inside. With his tongue flicking in and out of you and his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the feeling makes you start grinding your hips up off the seat against his mouth.

“God, baby,” you moan, head thrown back against the backrest of the seat. “Feels so good.” Your hips continue to rock up into his face and he starts timing the motions of his tongue with the motions of your hips. “Always so good to me, baby. Always taking care of me.”

“Always will, sweetheart,” he groans into your pussy, your breathless praise going straight to his cock and making his own hips rut forward into the empty air. Then looks up at you to watch your face as he slowly sinks his middle finger into you. “My pretty little wife deserves only the best.”

As he starts fingering you, his lips make their way to your clit, where he starts kissing over it and around it. Your hips arch up higher, pushing yourself up into his face. He makes a sound of pleasure at this, then begins rapidly flicking his tongue around your clit.

“Oh fuck!” you cry out with a gasp, gripping his hair harder.

Your thighs are already trembling on either side of his head, a sure sign your orgasm was approaching. Eddie felt his ego soar. He always took pride in how fast he could make you cum, but this had to be a new record.

He rocked his fingers into you twice more, feeling you get closer and closer to the edge with each one, and then pulled them out of you without warning. The needy gasp that left your mouth made his cock throb painfully as he rose onto his knees between your legs.

“Eddie, please,” you whined softly, reaching out for him and grasping at his shirt to pull him closer as he started working open the front of his belt. “Need you so much, baby.”

It only takes a moment to get his pants open and pushed down below his ass along with his boxers. He quickly slots himself between your legs, then grasps the base of his cock to guide the head to your center and starts to sink himself into you.

The sounds that leave you both are loud, probably loud enough to be heard over the driver’s music, but you didn’t care, and Eddie didn’t seem to either. He only gave you both a few seconds to adjust before setting a quick pace that had you moaning even louder than before.

“Mm, this pussy is officially mine now,” Eddie grunted out, then groaned as you clenched around him at his words. “Legally mine even. Mine to do whatever I want to it.”

You clench around him again and he curses before slowing his thrusting down. As much as his balls were aching to release in you, he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. You felt like a dream right now, looked like a dream right now. You are perfect. So perfect that part of him is sure he’s going wake up as soon as he cums and discover it all really was just a dream after all, and he’s not ready to risk that just yet.

After he’s given himself a few seconds to calm down, Eddie slides a hand under one of your thighs to lift your leg up, bringing it up to hook around his waist. You moan deeply as the head of his cock pushes deeper into you, this new angle opening you up to him even more.

With your one foot that was still free, you push down against the floor for leverage and start rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, matching your movements with his so your bodies are perfectly in sync. His head drops down and his eyes close, responding to your sounds with loud groans of his own.

His lips once again seek out yours in a heated kiss and you respond eagerly. You both lose track of everything around you, forgetting where you were and even what you were doing before his cock was inside you. Even though he kept that same steady pace that was slower than he normally goes, it wasn’t long before he pulled back from your lips just enough to speak.

“Not gonna - fuck!” he groaned, his thrusting stuttering for a few seconds before resuming the previous pace. “N-not gonna last much longer, sweetheart.”

“Cum in me, baby,” you moaned against his lips, feeling your own orgasm close. “Want you to me up.”

Eddie’s whole body nearly convulsed at your words, and he fought the urge to start slamming into you without mercy. He manages to maintain the same pace as before, but his thighs shake with the effort.

“Yeah?” he pants, gripping onto your thigh even tighter, as if it’s helping him hold onto the last of his composure. “Want me leaking out of you all night?”

You bite your lip as you grin up at him.

“Yeah, want my- fuck!” you said, and moaned as he aimed a sharp thrust into you. “Want my pussy dripping when you’re done.”

Eddie started pounding into you hard and deep. He could feel you were close, but not as close as he was, and he needed to change that fast. Pulling his upper body off you, he leaned back so he could once again see his cock disappearing inside you. The sight always made his cock twitch, but he didn’t enjoy the view for long. He slowed down his pace just long enough to he could spit down onto your pussy, aiming for you your clit.

The feeling of his warm saliva hitting directly on your sensitive nub made a small shiver travel through your legs. Before that feeling can fully fade, Eddie makes another jolt go through them when he starts to rub the pad of his thumb over your clit, making quick circles around it as he resumes pounding into you.

Your moans are nearly a scream once you tip over the edge, his name leaves your mouth almost sounding like a wail as you cry it out towards the ceiling. A sound close primal growl erupts from Eddie. His fingers dig into your thigh so hard it’s right on the edge of pleasurable pain and unpleasant. There will be a bruise later, but you know that’s not the only mark you’re going to have after the wedding night and honeymoon.

Eddie thrusts into you harder, making you gasp and cry out at the sharpness before he finally stills, his hips twitching as cum spurts from the tip of his cock, filling you just like you wanted.

You are both still for a few moments, just lying there with Eddie halfway on top of you, his head buried in your neck with his cock still inside you. But then, once you both came down from your highs, it seemed to hit you both at the same time exactly what just happened, and the two of you simultaneously erupted into giggling fits.

The marriage was consummated, and you both just fucked in the back of a limo.

By the time you and Eddie arrived at the reception, you were nearly thirty minutes late. Both of you were prepared to get yelled at, but no one batted an eye once you walked in.

As it turns out, due to some unforeseen issues that came up with the room, the hotel was late in getting the reception hall ready. It was almost another half hour before you all could go in and get things started.

The reception starting late was the only snag to happen during your wedding. Once it got started, the wait was forgotten, and everyone had an amazing time. Nearly all your friends and the family you wanted there were able to attend, and that thrilled you both. The night was filled until the wee morning hours with dancing, laughter, good food and good drinks.

But, about halfway through, you managed to pull Eddie away from all the fun into a broom closet. Between how happy you were and how sexy he looked in the suit he chose for the event, you were desperate for a refill, and he was all too happy to oblige.

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Hi there! This story is a tribute to @redfoxwritesstuff story A Misdemeanor of the Heart. If you have not done so I'd strongly recommend reading it now, this is going to be a bit of a multi chapter series of dreams that slot into the canon placements of Misdemeanor but once Misdemeanor ends I will be making my own little smutty AU world out of it too, so this follows Alastor and You in a kinda blended parallel world if you will.

Cw: smut, non penetrative rutting.

Alastor x Reader.

... A bit of a prelude... This first dream isn't much of a surprise to him, he's had wet dreams before, and he's gotten used to your presence and has even started to feel rather fond of you atp so this won't cause him distress, this is a dream that will start mid smut already.

His dreamscape dropping him right in it but his mindset still controlling the fact that he knows he doesn't want penetrative sex with you due to your marriage so it's a bit of a subconscious desire to see you come undone for him in a way that would be agreeable to him in a very pleasant way.

But also it's a power struggle, he's feeling a bit powerless because he's not used to these sort of enotuons and with you trapped with another man it sets him on edge. (this is a bit early but should slot in around chapter 22)

Here's...

Inappropriate Demeanour. Chapter 1. (Wet.)

Alastor's eyes flash with triumph and delight at your actions, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he feels your warmth enveloping his throbbing cock. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he begins to move in slow, sensual circles, letting you adjust to the pleasure.

"Mmm, that's my good girl," he purrs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "You're learning so quickly. Just let go and enjoy the ride."

Alastor's hands roam your back, kneading and caressing the lush curves of your ass as he grinds against you with increasing urgency. His lips trail kisses along your collarbone, leaving a damp, heated path in their wake.

"You're absolutely right, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin. "This is more than okay. In fact, it's perfect. We can explore all the ways I can pleasure you without crossing that line... yet."

As he speaks, Alastor's fingers skim down the backs of your thighs. He squeezes and kneads the supple flesh, his cock throbbing eagerly against your slick heat.

"Just keep moving like that," he encourages, his voice a low, sultry growl. "Rub yourself all over my cock. Show me how much you crave my touch."

Alastor groans low in his throat as you continue to grind against him, your slick folds sliding tantalizingly along the length of his cock. His hands roam your body with renewed enthusiasm, exploring every curve and hollow, mapping out the territory he's soon to conquer.

He hisses, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the sensation of your warm, wet heat surrounding him. "You feel incredible. Like you were made for me."

One hand slips between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubs the sensitive nub in gentle, circular motions, coaxing out more of your sweet juices to lubricate his movements.

"That's it, dear, just like that," Alastor praises, his voice strained with lust. "Ride my cock, let me play with your pretty little clit. Let me watch you fall apart on my fingers."

He increases the pressure, adding a second finger to join the first in a steady, pumping rhythm designed to drive you wild. Alastor's other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he rubs your clit just right with his fingers, determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

As you continue to grind against him, Alastor's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he loses himself in the intoxicating sensation of your wet heat sliding along his length. He lets out a low, guttural moan, the sound vibrating against your skin as he rolls his hips in time with yours, meeting each thrust with a counter-movement of his own.

"Fuuuck, Love," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel incredible... Like heaven in my hands. Keep doing that, just like that..."

Alastor's tongue darts out to lick at the pulse point in your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin as he suckles and nips at your flesh. His other hand slides higher, cupping your breasts and squeezing the pliant mounds through the fabric of your clothes one by one.

"Fuck, I love these," he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circular patterns over your nipples. "So perfect, just begging to be freed. Maybe later, hmm? For now, let's focus on getting you nice and worked up..."

With a wicked grin, Alastor tugs at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core. He increases the tempo of his movements, his cock sliding effortlessly through your dripping folds as he chases his own release.

Alastor's breathing grows more labored, his hips rocking in urgent, insistent thrusts as he chases the edge of climax. He tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back to expose the column of your throat, which he devours with hungry kisses and bites.

His fingers dance across your sensitized skin, leaving trails of electric pleasure in their wake. He sucks and bites at your neck, marking you as his own as his hips piston relentlessly against yours. The friction is divine, his cock sliding through your slick heat with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, darling, just like that," he groans, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "Ride me, take what you need. You're so fucking sexy like this, all desperate and needy for me."

Alastor's breath comes in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure between your bodies. His fingers work tirelessly at your clit, the pads of his digits expertly stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Your entire body is trembling, every nerve ending electrified by the exquisite sensations coursing through you. You can barely think, lost in the haze of pleasure that Alastor's skilled touch evokes. Each grinding thrust of his hips against yours sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, the friction of his hard length rubbing against your slick folds an endless source of bliss.

You whine and arch your back, pushing your chest further into his palms as he teases your aching nipples. Your inner walls clench around nothing, craving more of that delicious pressure.

The feeling of being so thoroughly touched, is overwhelming, and you find yourself hanging precariously on the knife's edge of orgasm, feeling his thick weeping glans and broad shaft sliding through your folds and bumping your clit and his fingers, making you rut even harder against him, like trying to scratch an itch only his cock can reach.

Alastor's fingers on your clit are relentless, circling and pinching the sensitive nub until sparks of pure bliss shoot through your veins. Every stroke, every tweak, every graze of his teeth on your skin sends you spiraling closer to the precipice. You can feel your release building, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly like a spring ready to snap.

"Please," you beg, voice barely above a whisper, "don't stop..."

You know it's futile, to plead for mercy. Alastor seems intent on driving you mad with pleasure, and you're powerless to resist.

Alastor's fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down firmly on the sensitive bud as his index finger drags circles around it. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body, using every trick in the book to push you closer and closer to the brink.

His other hand grips your hip firmly, anchoring you in place as he grinds his cock against your aching sex with increased fervor. The thick head of his member nudges against your entrance with each pass, the pressure and friction driving you wild with need.

"Look at you," Alastor pants, his voice heavy with lust. "So responsive, so perfect. You were made for this, for me. I can tell by the way you're shaking, the way you're begging for more."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're going to come for me, aren't you? Right here, right now, all over my cock. I can feel it, the way your pussy is so needy, desperate for my thickness."

Alastor's words send a shiver down your spine, the promise of impending release fueling the fire burning within you. He increases the speed and intensity of his ministrations, his fingers flying over your clit in a dizzying blur as he drives you closer to the edge.

"You're so close."

Alastor's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he senses your approaching climax. A triumphant growl rumbles in his chest as he redoubles his efforts, his cock sliding against your slick folds with increased vigor, seeking to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form.

"That's it, sweetheart, let go, he commands, his voice a husky growl. Cum for me, soak my cock with your sweet juices. I want to feel you lose control."

His words are a potent aphrodisiac, pushing you closer to the brink with each spoken syllable. Alastor's cock throbs in time with your racing heart, the head swelling and leaking pre-cum with every plunge into your heat. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious friction that threatens to consume you entirely.

His fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud with merciless precision. Alastor's tongue laps at your neck, tasting the salt of your skin and blood as he marks you with his own brand of possession, his teeth piercing you just so.

As if sensing your imminent climax, Alastor adjusts his angle, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each thrust. The added stimulation proves to be the final straw, and with a keening cry, you shatter into a million pieces, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

Your inner walls clench and spasm around nothing, desperate for the fulfillment only his cock can provide. At the same moment, his own climax crashes over him, his thick seed erupting from his pulsing member in hot, sticky jets.

The intense pleasure becomes too much to bear, your body tensing and then releasing in a violent convulsion as you come undone. Your vision whites out, overwhelmed by the sheer force of your climax. You throw you head back, mouth open in an erotic cry of his name as ecstasy rips through you.

A torrent of fluid gushes forth from your core, shooting onto Alastor's pelvis and cock. Your cunt spasms wildly, contracting and releasing in rapid succession as your squirt, your hole twitching, the force of your orgasm propelling the streams of clear liquid coating his skin to soak the front of his pants. The sensation is both mortifying and exhilarating, your body seemingly beyond your own control as it writhes and bucks against his.

Alastor's growl of completion echoes through the room, mingling with your own keening cries of ecstasy as the two of you ride out the aftershocks of your shared release. His cock throbs against your slick folds, milking every last tremor of pleasure from your quivering body as he pours his essence over the folds of your sex, your dress an utter mess.

As the waves of your intense orgasm begin to ebb, Alastor holds you close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around your shaking form. He presses tender kisses to your sweaty brow, the bridge of your nose, and your parted lips, savoring the taste of your pleasure on his tongue.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper filled with awe and reverence. "Absolutely stunning. You took that so well, dear. I knew you'd be incredible, but wow..."

Alastor's hands roam your back, stroking and soothing the trembling muscles as he helps you catch your breath. His cock, still semi-erect, pulses against your thigh, a reminder of the passion that just consumed you both.

"You're amazing," he repeats, punctuating each word with a gentle squeeze of your curves. "So responsive, so open to pleasure. I could get used to this, to watching you fall apart for me again and again."

He chuckles low in his throat, the sound rich with satisfaction.

He holds you close, his arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, savoring the taste of your skin and the scent of your arousal that clings to him.

"That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky rasp. "You came so beautifully for me, darling. Look at all that lovely cream you squirted everywhere."

Alastor's fingers lazily trace the rivulets of your release that coat his abdomen, smearing the clear fluid across his skin. He chuckles, a sound rich with satisfaction and dark amusement.

"And I thought you were going to be such a shy little thing," he teases, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "But it turns out you're quite the naughty girl, squirting all over my lap like that."

Despite the embarrassing nature of your involuntary reaction, Alastor's tone is playful rather than mocking. If anything, he seems impressed and even a bit proud of your responsiveness, the way your body surrendered to the pleasure he elicited.

He gazes down at you with a smug, satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a possessive light as he takes in the sight of you - disheveled, flushed, and utterly debauched.

"Well, well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky rasp. "Looks like someone enjoyed themselves."

Alastor's fingers trace the curve of your breast, his touch lingering as he admires the evidence of your passion; the rosy hue of your skin, the slight swell of your chest, the way your nipples still pebble visibly despite the heat of your arousal.

His thumb stroking over the sensitive covered peak. "Such a good girl."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. Alastor's tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance that leaves you weak-kneed and yearning for more.

As the surges of euphoria fade, Alastor's hands begin to wander again, his fingers delving beneath your ruined dress working to help you out of it and carrying you to the bathroom to help you clean up, taking delicate care of you that belied how demanding he'd been and helping you get tucked into his bed, his arms around you, you trace his slightly darker skin with your fingertips admiring how the lean muscles flex and shift under them.

He kisses you gently and bids you goodnight.

Alastor wakes with a gasp, his looks around for you in confusion only to realise he's still alone in his cold empty bed, his sheer rage that someone else has you in there's cannot be quelled, but the wet mess in his pants needs attending to now it seems.

With a sigh he rolls out of bed and drags his feet heavily across the floor to the bathroom, the sun just rising and glowing through the cracks in his curtains as he attends to his mess, aggrieved that you're not there to clean up too...

(Chapter 2)>

[acknowledge-reigns]

Work | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC (SMUT!!) 18+

Kinktober Day #1: Thigh Riding.

"Cause' baby you're the boss at home..." 🎶

Description: Lilah finds a creative way to snap Roman out of work mode.

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Bratting, Daddy kink, brief nipple play, praise, petnames (babygirl/princess), honorifics (Daddy/My Tribal Chief), Exhibitionism sort've? (The poor wiseman is on the phone when all this starts!)

Face Claim: Jaylen Barron

My Masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule/Masterlist can be found here.

As always my stories are about Roman Reigns, Not Joe Anoa'i.

MDNI!!!! 18+ content below the cut.

tag list - @mysticreigns2 @queeny23 @jeyusos-girl @notfancyrebelpaper @xbriexx @skyesthebomb @mzv11 @paigereeder @glitterywitchstarlight @tshepisho

Lilah and Roman lounged around spending time together, enjoying each other's company, Roman had this week off so the two got to just rest. Except for he was sitting there in another world chatting away with his Wiseman on the phone regarding bloodline plans.

Lilah couldn't help but roll her eyes. They were supposed to be off! She'd spent the day baking pumpkin shaped sugar cookies and putting up their Halloween decorations, yet Roman just didn't seem to know how to turn off business mode. She needed to snap him out of it.

Lilah suddenly straddled Roman's lap. She looked at him with a playful glint in her eye and began to slowly move her hips against him.

Roman's eyes widened as he felt Lilah's movements, but he continued to talk on the phone with Paul. He tried to focus on the conversation, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"I know, Wiseman.. Yeah. Yeah, we can talk about this later," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Roman's hand instinctively went to Lilah's hips, holding her in place as he continued to talk to Paul.

"Paul, I have something important to take care of right now," he said, his voice strained. Lilah giggled to herself as she heard Paul respond with his typical 'Yes, of course, My Tribal Chief."

Roman ends the call immediately, looking at Lilah with intensity in his gaze. "Babygirl... did I give you permission to start doing that?"

Lilah smirked at Roman's question, her hips still moving slowly against him. She leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above his ear.

"No, but I figured you needed a distraction," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Roman growled low in his throat, his hands gripping Lilah's hips tighter. He pulled her closer, his body responding to her movements.

"You're playing a dangerous game, babygirl," he said, his voice husky with desire.

Liilah let out a soft moan as Roman's grip on her hips tightened. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed tightly against his.

"I know," she said, her voice sultry and teasing.

Roman's lips found their way to Lilah's neck, his mouth trailing kisses along her skin. He nipped at her earlobe, his hands sliding up under her shirt.

"You're such a tease," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "Finish what you started, Princess. Go on. Ride your tribal chief's thigh. If you're cummin' tonight you gon' work for it, baby." Roman said.

Lilah's breath hitched at Roman's words, her body responding immediately to his command. She began to move her hips faster, grinding against his thigh with a needy moan.

"Yes, My tribal chief." she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

Roman watched Lilah with a mix of lust and dominance in his eyes. He loved seeing her like this, completely at his mercy. He moved his hands to begin teasing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers just toying with her as she rode his thigh.

"That's it, babygirl," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you want it."

Lilah's movements became more frantic as she chased her release. She buried her face in Roman's neck, her moans and gasps growing louder as she approached the edge.

"I'm close, Daddy," she panted, her body trembling with need.

Roman's grip on her tightened as he felt her body tense up. He whispered in her ear, his voice filled with authority.

"Come for me, babygirl. Let me see you fall apart."

Lilah cried out as she finally reached her climax, her body shuddering against Roman's. She clung to him, her breath ragged as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Roman held her close, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back as she came down from her high. He kissed the top of her head, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You did so well, babygirl," he said, his voice filled with pride.

Lilah lifted her head from Roman's shoulder, looking up at him with a tired but satisfied smile. She nuzzled her face into his neck, feeling content and loved.

[hazelfoureyes]

Besties Get Banged (part2)

⟢Angel Dust x PornstarReader - Besties get Banged smut💦

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱

Val leaves set and Angel offers the sofa of his dressing room to continue what you started.

「warnings/promises: Bottom Angel x Top MaleReader, anal creampie, Angel bounces on your dick, quick fuck, kisses, frotting, cuddles」 same story as female reader; just different bits and bobbles

minors dni 🧯

Angel’s hand slipped into yours as soon as Val was called off set. You two had been corrected for your behavior by the overlord, but luckily his square headed prince needed him.

“Ya know, I have a private dressin’ room.” Angel’s fingers tugged your hand, “With a sofa.”

The benefit of so many arms was how easily he could close the door, lock it, and pull open both of your robes all while you struggled to shake off your slippers.

His mouth left yours as he gently pushed you back toward the purple chaise lounge near the balcony door, “You whole?” 

A common question amongst Val’s employees, especially those who found comfort in each other after his abusive power trips. Not are you hurt, that implies just physical harm. Not are you okay, you can be okay and not be okay. You understood very well what he was asking, are you mentally and physically comfortable to continue?

You nodded, “Yeah, you?”

“He doesn’t get to me as badly anymore,” two hands on your face, two on your hips. Ah, you wish you could touch him more, with as many hands as he had soft places to caress. Angel lowered you, lithe body coming to rest on yours as his hips began moving against your crotch. Soft cock slowly growing against your own, lube being rubbed along your length by his ministrations.

As soon as he was confident you were hard enough to enter him, he straddled your hips and sank down. The sigh he made, the weakness that came over his face as he felt you stretching him open made you shudder. Being enclosed into his tight but welcoming ass brought you a groan, you found Angel to be such an apt name now. A streak of electricity travelled from your spine down and forward to your crotch as you watched him begin to bounce.

Angel wasted no time in finishing the fucking he had been dreaming of just an hour earlier. His arms came down, fingers exploring your chest and stomach. Hungry for your affection, for the tenderness he so desperately needed, his mouth crashed into your cheek. Sloppy, happily unprofessional, he kissed and licked his way to your mouth, already open and waiting to receive him. 

He tasted like candy on your tongue, sweet and melting. Every gasp and moan he pulled from himself riding your cock seemed to echo in your throat.

“Shit, close,” he whined, “Already”. He found your hands with his, pulling them up as he leaned back. Your arms offered stability as he began shallow but quick movements. 

“Cum for me? Please.” A needy whine.

You sat up, grabbing him by the ass and raising him up. Two arms wrapped around your neck as he held tightly. Gripping that tiny waist you began to chase your release,  pistoning up into his heat.  Angel was gasping a chorus of “fuck”s into your neck.

He pulled you in for another kiss, lips pressing into yours with no rhythm or goal.

One of his hands came between your bodies, trying to meet you at the edge. “Cum inside me,” His hand was furiously stroking his red and leaking cock, eyes shut, his attention focused on the place where you were inside him, the heat and the stiffness of how aroused he made you. As he whispered, “so close” and whined “baby” into your ear with gasped breaths, you thought about feeling Angel Dust wringing your balls empty and quickly reached your orgasm. 

“Cumming!” was all you could manage as your teeth clenched and head came down onto his shoulder. Your hips kept moving, drawing out as much as you could. 

Angel’s hand pulled off, your stomach painted in long ropes of his cum. He brought back his hand after a brief pause, moaning as he gripped and pulled every last drop out onto his knuckles. You watched him dribbling down his hand and onto you.

His hips kept grinding, jerking with overstimulation. His still twitching hole gripped you and made you groan as you fell back. 

“You came so deep,” he ground down in a circle motion, you hissing and smacking lightly at his ass.

“Sorry.” You offered.

“Whaddya apologizin’ for? I’m not complainin’.” He smirked down at you,m.

You slipped out, soft and spent. 

Hot, he leaned down onto your chest. His mouth kept finding its way back to you, lazy but content kisses peppered across pink cheeks and flush lips. 

Rarely he could be held so gently while sober, so he took his time in enjoying your tenderness. Four arms wrapped around you and squeezed, “Val’s not gonna let us work together again.” He said it matter of factly.

You sucked in through your teeth, “Yeeeeeah… I’ll probably get canned.”

Angel pursed his lips, “Well, I know a solution to both problems.” He pulled back, beaming down at you, “A place with free rent where yous’ can easily see me anytime we want. How do ya feel about group activities?”

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Angelic Choir: @yea-no19 (sorry it look a month!)

[hungharrington]

listen. listen. having steve ride/grind on your thigh. he is so good so love and so beautiful god bless his soul :')

i'm listening alright 😮‍💨 MDNI this entire blog is 18+ warnings: alcohol (steve has had sum tequila! but he is not drunk), grinding & a bit of exhibitionism, sort of dom!reader, gn!reader

look, you know when you bring this up i've gotta be thinking of pussy drunk steve, right? steve who's just stuck in a whimpery ramble, his eyes all screwed shut and cheeks flushed pink, just begging for you to let him fuck you? and that's good, that's fucking great but god imagine it's when you two are at a party. it's a house with two stories and upstairs is where the party is really at, with music pumping loud and people dancing and chatting. downstairs is quieter — there’s only a few stragglers, people trying to find the spare empty bathroom from time to time, and then there’s you and steve, sitting so close together on one of the couches, his arm propped up along the back, his hand on your knee. you’re both turned to face each other, knees knocking in the middle.

steve's had tequila tonight — and tequila makes him horny. you know that and he knows that. there's no doubt about it, in the dark glint of his eyes, that steve is feeling it- especially when he turns, eyes watching the last noisy partygoer thump up the stairs, waiting til she's out of view before he pounces. his hand on your knees slide up, gripping at your inner thigh, leaning over you enough that his knee has started trying to work between your thighs, following his wandering fingers. his hot mouth finds your neck. he’s so so messy with it, sloppy wet kisses that alternate between gentle kisses and harsh sucking, as his fingers dance higher and higher — it’s enough to make you keen up into his touch, a whisper of steve’s name escaping your lips, “steve.”

steve groans at the sound of his name on your lips, much too loud for your liking. you try to shush him in between your gasping breathes but he won’t hear it, another too noisy gravelly moan scraping out his throat as his hand slides up at he cups between your thighs— hungry at the heat he finds there. you slink a hand up around his neck and wind it into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull. steve’s mouth leaves your neck to give a guttural whine, right as his hips cant forward, grinding his hard on against your thigh roughly. you realise what he’s done a second before he does.

“oh?” you say, just a hint of teasing. is that how tonight’s gonna go?

“stop teasin— uh” steve starts to snark back but his words are stolen by the moan that comes out when you pull his hair again. your other hand makes quick work, slithering down his front to tuck your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans. you tug forwards and steve’s hips follow easily, giving another filthy grind on your thigh. you grin devilishly and steve meets your eyes through his own hazy half-lidded stare— his hand between your thighs shifting to grip your waist before his hips move again, purposeful this time in how he rubs up against you. it’s a combination of a pitiful and glorious sight; steve beginning to move desperately, those little whimpers falling from his lips, eyes torn between screwing closed tightly and drinking in the sight of you. the party lingers on behind you, a reminder of the lack of privacy that threatens your little bubble on the couch. better make this quick.

you give another pull on his hair and steve’s head drops back, exposing the line of his throat for you. he’s started murmuring softly, whispering, “baby, baby, fuck, baby,” in that voice that keys up the coil in your stomach in a way nothing else can. you press your thigh up, right as steve rocks forward and relish in the jagged pretty moan he makes. leaning in, you lick a bold stripe up his neck and find that sensitive spot beneath his ear- delighting when you find it, indicated by steve’s tightened grip and the fast buck of his hips.

“baby,” he moans whiningly, head tipping back forward. with the tequila and the heat of the situation, the party looming just nearby, you know it’s not gonna take him long. you don’t let up, timing the movement of your thigh with the tug on his belt loops as you nibble on your neck. it makes steve shiver, hands on your waist growing tighter and tighter, and he hides his face into the curve of your neck as his motions grow sloppy. “m���gonna- oh fuck— m’gonna—”

“shhh,” you hush him, partly because he’s getting too loud and partly just to mock him a bit. “i know, i know,” you coo, and then pull his hair once more and steve whimpers loudly, his hips rolling roughly once, twice, before he shudders with a soft cry. his face buries further into your neck, hands on your waist sliding around to hug himself closer to you. you can feel his entire body twitching against yours, hips still moving through the end of his high and you soothe over the hair you pulled, murmuring sweet praises in his ear the whole time.

a loud clatter on the stairs makes you both jump, your head shooting up to see who it is. a girl in heels, clearly on the tipsy side, navigates down the stairs noisily — though she stops and gasps loudly when she spots you.

“oh my god!” she says in concern. “is he okay?”

you realise that steve’s hunched position looks an awful lot like he’s being crying. steve’s body shudders as he fails to hold back a little laugh, still running off his delirious high. you do your best to nod solemnly and run your hand down his back.

“he’s okay now,” you say, giving him a pat of the back dramatically, then mime a little cry to the girl to sell the whole act. the girl let’s out a little aw! before she seems remembers the bathroom she’d be seeking, rushing off on her teetering heels.

steve pulls his head out of your neck when it’s been quiet for a moment, checking the downstairs for other people. when he doesn’t find any, he narrows his eyes at you. “i can’t believe you told her i was crying!”

“you technically were,” you point out, then put on your whiniest voice, mocking his moans. “m’gonna— oh, baby— sfmh—“

you’re cut off by steve’s hand over your mouth, his glare outmatched by the crimson on his cheeks. adorable. you push him off you gently and stand up.

“c’mon, i wanna dance.”

steve looks at you incredulously and then gestures at the incredibly telling wet stain on his jeans. you pout, and then hold out your hand, ushering him up anyways. when he doesn’t make a move to get up, you pout harder and bend over to whisper in his ear— “you know, if your hips are against mine, i doubt anybody’s gonna notice…”

you get your dance.

[laurfilijames]

For So Long

Pairing: Percy Fawcett x female reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Fingering. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: All the time spent yearning for each other is finally rewarded when Percy returns home from war, fulfilling every shared desire.

A/N: And here we are yet again ignoring the plot and events of a film and throwing canon right out the window because I like this better! I had this idea a while ago and was finally able to finish it, so as random as this is (and not what I should've been working on) enjoy!! A big thank you to @spaghettificationandpretzels for the beautiful banners and also to @wackyharpy for both of you showing so much encouragement and excitement for this story! 💗

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The town had been spirited and bustling for days; everyone anxiously preparing for a long-awaited arrival.

The soldiers were coming home.

Your soldier was coming home.

Letters had been exchanged over the course of the months Percy had been away, his handwriting enough to temporarily sate how much you had been missing him, but now that his return was happening within a matter of hours or days, your heart ached for him even more.

The first set of troops rode in the day prior, the streets lined with all the loved ones left behind who had prayed endlessly for their husband, father or son to be among the ones alive and safe, your heart in your throat the entire time as you scanned through the war-torn faces for a glimpse of the man who didn’t even belong to you yet.

You busied yourself as much as you could to preoccupy your restlessness, baking bread and even a small cake to celebrate, but even as much as you attempted to drag out all your chores, you ended up completing them too quickly and left yourself with even more time to spare in agony.

A long exhale blew through your lips as you swept the stable floor for the third time that day, watching the dust stir up and dance in the sun’s rays that were shining in through the open doorway, the smell of fresh straw in each stall and the distant sound of the horses whinnying in the pasture closest to you helping to calm you.

It was a beautiful day to go riding, the need to gallop through the vast fields with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair calling to you, but without Percy it didn’t seem as appealing.

It was how you met and quickly became your routine; you caring for the horses used by the military, your introduction to Major Fawcett nothing short of electrifying, drawing you to each other at any given opportunity. You would spend hours together out in the fields, riding to places you hadn’t discovered yet, the day ticking by without care as your focus was simply on each other, the lingering looks shared from atop your mounts something you would never be able to erase from your memory.

Charged glances weren’t the only things shared, the tension that had grown between you over the time knowing each other building with every brush of his hand against yours, how his lips would hover so closely to yours that you could feel his breath, waiting to give in to every desire the moment he said to.

“I would have thought you would be in the crowd with everyone else, but I should have expected to find you here instead.”

Percy’s smooth, low voice echoed behind you in the quiet of the stables, causing you to freeze before whipping around, throwing your broom to the ground as you took two quick strides toward him, his bright smile greeting you along with his laugh.

“Percy!” you exclaimed, your eyes dancing over every part of him as your brain worked to believe he was standing before you, your hands instinctively landing on his forearms where you gripped at him through his uniform.

His chuckle continued as he pulled you into his embrace, holding you so closely you could feel your hearts hammering through your chests against each other’s, his hands carefully gliding up the length of your back where he paused and gave a gentle squeeze. His face dipped to nuzzle the side of your neck, his long inhale replacing his laugh as he breathed you in, the intimacy of such a simple act making your eyes close as you in turn did the same.

“How I missed you,” he whispered, his nose grazing against your ear as he moved away slowly, feeling his moustache tickling your skin in his retreat.

His blue eyes were bright as he looked at you with complete adoration, his smile creeping across his full lips until all the creases that flanked his mouth were revealed to you.

“Shall we?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the rolling hills and forests, his suggestion to go for a hack made without saying.

“Are you not tired?”

You watched his expression change to something curious, his head tilting slightly while his smile remained.

“Never too tired for you.”

It was all perfect; the entire afternoon spent exchanging stories as you rode along, the weather working to keep you out for as long as you possibly could be, your cheeks sore from smiling so much.

Percy was leading, taking you through a narrow path that led to a small opening, the sound of a creek running up ahead registering as your horses brought you closer.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” you breathed, shocked at the view before you when you halted your horse beside Percy’s, feeling his eyes fixed on you as he took in your reaction.

“I came across it on my last hunt,” he explained, his smile prideful. “I couldn't wait to bring you here.”

Percy dismounted and walked over to where you remained perched in your saddle, smiling up at you while extending his hand for you to take, assisting you in a graceful dismount of your own as you swung your leg over the front of the saddle and slid down the side into his arms.

He didn’t rush to remove his hands from your waist, in fact, tightening his hold on you as you allowed your own hands to linger on his arms, a touch so familiar between you and that of which only lovers would know.

“How do you do it?” he asked, his eyes searching your features as a playful smile dressed his perfect lips.

Your eyebrows knitted as you smiled back, your head tilting. “What?”

“Grow more beautiful each time I lay eyes on you.”

His admission made your smile fade, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched his eyes shift with something more serious, a passion glowing in them that you had seen many times before.

Your mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a suitable answer but not knowing how to respond, thankful when Percy leaned forward to touch his forehead with yours, his nose nudging your cheek.

“I never stopped thinking of you once,” he whispered, his breath fanning on your heated face, closing your eyes where you felt yourself relax and melt into his simple affection.

You knew it was true, having experienced the same in his absence, and even in all the times he wasn't away at war, he was the constant occupant of all of your thoughts.

Everything was charged and felt so emotional, and you still felt unable to find words to appropriately convey how you felt, your breath shaky when you let out the air you had been holding in your lungs.

“Please tell me I'm not alone in this,” he begged, his voice still soft but holding an urgency, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You moved your head side to side, your nose rubbing against his face, your lips threatening to slot together where there would be no stopping.

“You're not. I have wanted you for what has felt like an eternity, Percy,” you breathed, your voice desperate. “I need you…” you added in another breath, exhaling as if your air was a prayer being sent for all of your dreams to come true.

Percy met your lips with his, softly and tentatively, a long moan resounding into your mouth when you returned his kiss with fervor, feeling his hand cradle the back of your head to press you together hard as you finally indulged in what had been a constant yearning.

His taste and scent was overwhelming and everything you had imagined it to be, his lips full and soft and the way his moustache brushed on your face with each kiss reminded you of all the times you had fantasized of how it would feel all over your body, the ache between your legs unrelenting.

The horses were left on their own to graze, the only focus earning your attention being of each other, Percy clearly as lost in his desires as you were.

His hands were everywhere on you, and you were equally as guilty, tearing at his uniform to try to free his body from its formal confines, the neckline of your shirt torn open and the tie on your skirt unraveled.

Percy paused in kissing you, shrugging out of his coat quickly and carelessly tossing it on the ground, allowing you an opportunity to make work at tugging his necktie down and then unfastening the buttons on his shirt, your hands smoothing over his bare chest the moment it was exposed to you.

A hungry growl sounded from him, your blood heating up more in your veins as you watched his eyes fall closed in such a simple act of pleasure, your excitement to see how he would react to more rushing through you.

Percy grabbed at your waist roughly and spun you around, turning both of your bodies so you were now pressed up against a tree, his mouth diving to your neck and lower to your chest as he revealed more of it.

You moaned loudly, unashamed to be heard and too proud to attempt to stifle anything you felt, your breathing growing faster as he kicked your feet apart with his boots and began lifting your skirts, his hands searching for where you needed him.

His fingers easily found you, stroking over your mound before slipping inside your folds, smearing your slick from back to front to make you jolt against his hand, his thumb pressing on your clit while his other fingers continued to tease you.

“Percy…” you whined, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his shirt hanging loosely from them.

He continued his exploration, slowly breaching your entrance with the tips of his fingers before retreating again, your body trying to follow whenever he backed away, your cry echoing in the trees when he finally inserted them fully inside you.

You were no stranger to pleasure; his letters sent to you scattered across your bed as you touched yourself to thoughts of him, the sound of his voice in your head encouraging you to do so over and over until you felt some satisfaction, knowing that nothing could ever compare to him once you had experienced something so divine.

“I need you to be mine,” he growled, his mouth smearing over your chest as he covered it in sloppy kisses, his other hand tearing your blouse open even more to let your breasts spill out.

“I am yours, Percy,” you complied, arching into him as he sucked at your nipples in turn, his fingers bringing you close to your high.

Your submission seemed to spark something more in him, hearing your own scream faint in your ears as he took your nipple between his teeth and tugged sharply on it, his fingers hooking inside you to rub against that tantalizing spot with purposeful movements.

He stopped his assault right when you were about to explode, his hands leaving your body to furiously unfasten his belt and trousers and whip out his cock, your eyes fixed on his large, leaking member that had your mouth watering and more arousal accumulating between your legs.

You took hold of it, sliding your hand up and down his length in a careful grip, seeing him melt into you, his cheeks flinching as his teeth clenched together, his hips angling back and forth to meet your pace.

He cursed under his breath, opening his eyes to peer down at you working him before his gaze traveled up your disheveled form, watching your heaving breasts before landing on your swollen lips that he brought his thumb up to hold, the blue of his irises darkened with pure lust as he crashed his mouth against yours in a rush.

Deft hands rucked up your skirts again, gathering them at your waist where both of you pushed them as much out of the way as you could, feeling his groin line up to yours, a gasp blowing out of your lungs when his cock nudged at your aching core.

Percy settled between your folds, not pushing past your threshold but instead letting himself linger, both of you breathing and enjoying the sensation.

You kissed him, both urgently and with a hint of hesitation, waiting for him to make his next move.

He broke the seal of your lips, breathing heavily against you, your desperate bodies eagerly wishing for this tormenting tease to end.

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

His words came off his breath in a mix of humour and agony, pretending like he was trying to do the honourable thing by attempting to refuse what you both knew you couldn’t resist any longer.

“No,” you replied, half a question and half a lie.

He moved slightly, his head slipping from between your folds, feeling yourself adjust so that you made contact again, his shaky breath fanning on your lips as he inched forward and his cock returned to where it had been, pressing a little deeper inside you.

Percy kissed you, focusing on the dance of your mouths as you allowed for him to remain no more than an inch within your walls, almost as though this wouldn’t count as being a scandal and frowned upon by those who took purity until marriage seriously.

The thrill only encouraged you more, your hips rocking back and forth on his leaking tip as if you had no control, your kisses growing harder and faster while your hands clawed furiously at each other, feeling your wetness spread out over his cock each time you brought him in and back out again.

“Percy, please!” you begged, pausing your kiss to make your desperate plea and take a breath. “Take me…”

“Is that what you want?” he spoke, his tone low and rough, his eyes flitting over your needy form.

He continued to tease your entrance, having not yet pushed past the depth he had penetrated, his gaze dropping to watch his tip move in and out of you.

“More than anything.”

Percy’s hand wrapped under one of your legs, lifting it and pushing it outward so to spread you more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed further inside you, a low moan sounding from him as he filled you completely, your breath hitching in your throat as your body stretched to fit him.

His lips teased yours, brushing against them before capturing them completely, his kiss frantic to match the way he started thrusting in and out of you, his body moving powerfully into yours that was secured against the tree behind you, the way the bark was scratching into your back going unnoticed.

Your hands wove through his dark blond hair, tugging at it when your pleasure almost became too much, feeling the sweat coating the back of his neck when you let them fall down to his shoulders, hanging onto him as if you were trying to have all of him as part of you.

His pace quickened, each blow against your hips harder and making your body thud violently against the tree, and like the gentleman Percy always was, he wrapped his hands around your back to act as a barrier between you, his hands now taking the brunt of the assault.

Without the support of him holding your leg, you hooked it higher on his hip and squeezed him into you, allowing for each thrust to hit deeper, working with him as you began to feel that build to your release grow inside you.

“Percy…” you whined against his mouth, his name shaky off your tongue as you felt your body start to succumb to his efforts.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, not changing the tempo of his movements. “Let go for me. I want to feel you.”

It would’ve been impossible to hold back even if you wanted to, that blinding, electrifying heat weaving through every inch of you, your entire form tensing as you clenched tightly around him, feeling yourself soak his length as your wails filled the air, the sound of him joining you making each second all the more blissful.

Broken groans fell from his mouth as his hips stuttered into you, his mouth hanging slack against your collarbone while he pumped in and out of you, his thick, hot seed filling your walls and spilling out with each drag.

His breath cooled your heated, dewy skin as he worked to catch it, the messy markings that had resembled kisses turning to be soft and caring, pressing all along your neck and jawline until he met your lips again and brought his hands up to hold either side of your face.

“I have loved you for so long,” he confessed, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek as his forehead rested on yours.

A small laugh escaped you despite feeling so overcome by emotion, feeling moisture pooling at the corners of your eyes as you smiled, the upward movement of your cheeks making the tears spill out.

“I love you too, Percy.”

You felt him release the breath he had been holding, relieved to know you felt the same, his nose nuzzling your face as he continued to relish in this moment.

“I am going to make you my wife,” he vowed, and you saw an earnest, devoted look dress his features when you took hold of his face and angled to look at him, his eyes as wet as the waters they resembled.

A joyous laugh was exchanged between you as you worked to believe this was all real, having imagined a moment like this time and time again in your days of yearning for him while he was away at war, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made you trust this was something you would never have to wait for again.

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[spooky-bunnys]

It was a boring Tuesday at the S&S Bike Shop. Business was kinda slow. Shinichiro didn't really have anything he needed to do. He was still waiting for a certain part for a bike he'd been working on. He already asked a buddy to get it for him. He heard the jingle of the front door and quickly turned to see who it was.

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(Name) was bored to say the least. His brother wasn't home due to him needing to runs some errands. So (Name) came up to the brilliant idea of teasing his boyfriend. So he put on the tight shorts he knows his boyfriends loves seeing him in. Along with his boyfriends favorite shirt.

(Name) giggled and slipped on his shoes before making his way to his boyfriends shop. As he walked (Name) ignored everything around him. Just enjoying the weather and sunshine. This as perfect bike riding weather. Maybe when he brother is done with his errands they could go for a ride.

Upon noticing his boyfriend's shop (Name) quickly made his way towards the door. Before he could even touch the handle a hand shot out in front of (Name) opening the door. Startled (Name) followed the hand and was met with an old classmate of his. Both appeared startled at the reveal.

"(Name)-san?" (Name) smiled nodded and headed inside and thanked the male. "Yeah. Thank you. How have you been?" The classmate immediately replied. Neither noticing the annoyed Shinichiro behind the counter. As the two men chatted, Shinichiro was growing more and more annoyed.

As they approached the counter. Shinichiro heard the unknown male ask for (Name)'s number which upset him greatly. (Name) politely told him that he already had a boyfriend. When the man asked who (Name)'s boyfriend was, Shinichiro cleared his throat with an annoyed expression and a raised eyebrow.

(Name) smiled brightly and nodded towards the annoyed shop owner. The male froze and quietly apologized. Shinichiro quickly rung the male's items up and sent him on his way with a forced smile. After the male left Shinichiro turned to (Name) his face unamused. (Name) giggled quietly and kisses hs cheek.

"Shin I was bored so I decided to come and visit you!" Shinichiro's facial expression didn't chance. (Name)'s smile fell and he felt nervous. "Is everything okay?" Shinichiro look towards the door, then turned back towards (Name) and rose a brow. (Name) 'oh'd and began to explain how they were in the same English class back in High School.

Shinichiro listened carefully and locked the store door and turned the sign. (Name) hadn't even noticed too focused on the story he was telling his boyfriend. Shinichiro finally broke (Name) from the story when he pulled him towards the back of the shop with a jealous look on his face. (Name) confused just followed.

~

(Name) let out another breathy moan. His shirt (technically Shinichiro's) was thrown somewhere behind the duo. (Name) was caged on the counter arms wrapped around Shinichiro's shoulders. His legs wrapped around Shinichiro's waist to keep him still.

Shinichiro's hair was a mess. He had a hand gripping (Name)'s waist and another in (Name)'s messy let down hair. Shinichiro pulled away slowly admiring the hickies and bite marks he's left on (Name)'s neck. The possesive side of him practically purring at the sight.

(Name) looks up at him with swollen lips and half lidded eyes. He pulls Shinichiro back in for more kisses before moving to his neck. Hoping to leave his own marks. After leaving quite a few marks (Name) pulls back and smiles at the site. Shinichiro shivers at the cute smile on (Name)'s face.

Shinichiro kisses (Name) softly and leaves kisses down his neck. After he bites down rougher making (Name) squirm and moan louder. Thats when the back door is thrown open. Startling the two. When they turn to the door they see a very horrified Imaushi Wakasa. It takes a few moments for Wakasa to say anything.

"Oi! Get your fucking perverted hands off my baby brother!" Shinichiro doesn't move. Not until Wakasa literally rips him away from (Name). Upon seeing his half naked baby brother Wakasa quickly takes off his jacket and covers (Name). Then he whips his head towards Shinichiro with an expression that could kill.

~

(Name) avoided eye contact from the three staring men from his place on Shinichiro's lap. Shinichiro had a hand on (Name)'s hip and another holding a cigarette. Enjoying the hand thats playing with his hair. Knowing (Name) did that when under a lot of stress.

Wakasa is just glaring at the grinning Shinichiro. Takeomi and Benkei are trying to understand what they had jut been told. "So wait," Benkei rubbed his eyes. "You're telling us. You walked in on Shin kissing-," he was interupted when Wakasa practically growled. "Eating. He was EATING my baby brother." Benkei sighs and rubs his eyes again.

Takeomi looks conflicted. "So you walked into Shin 'eating' (Name). Then called us here for an emergency meeting." Wakasa's eyes didn't leave Shinichiro while nodding. "Yeah, because I distinctly remembered tell all three of you. That my brother was completely off limit. So do you care to tell me. Why you broke Bro Code Shinichiro."

Shinichiro opened his mouth to answer, but Wakasa beat him to it by asking an important question. "Wait when did all this even start?!" (Name) hid his face and mumbled. Wakasa looked confused and told him to speak up. "Since that time you left town," Shinichiro answered rubbing (Name)'s back. Wakasa threw his arms ups.

"THREE MONTHS! THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR THREE MONTHS!?" (Name) flinched at the raised voice. Wakasa's eyes softened and he took a deep breath. "You guys have been together for 3 months? How did this even happen?" (Name) then goes on to tell him about how (Name) went to a party with some friends. But his drink had been spiked.

Wakasa's face fell and he sowly sat down listening to (Name)'s every word. "I tried calling Omi and Benkei, but neither answered! But I was able to get ahold of Shin. I don't remember anything after the phone call though." Wakasa quicly turned to Shinichiro. Shinichiro put out his cigarette. He then explained how when he had arrived (Name) was passed out.

He then explained how he took care of (Name) after that. Of course the worst possible thing popped into Wakasa's head and he tried lunging at Shinichiro. Benkei caught him and told him ti let Shinichiro finish. Shinichiro then explained how he took (Name) to the closest hospital and they pumped his stomach.

"See Shinichiro was only doing what was best for (Name)." Wakasa was released and he quietly thanked Shinichiro and patted (Name)'s hand then he froze. Remembering something. "Wait. If you guys have been together for three months. Then the banging around from last month and moaning...we're you really rearranging your room?"

(Name) blushed and hid his face in Shinichiro's chest. Shinichiro replied with a smug grin. "Well I was rearranging something." This time it took Benkei and Takeomi to hold Wakasa back. (Name) smacked Shinichiro's chest and huffed. "Aniki I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you about us."

Wakasa glared at Shinichiro who only smiled brightly. "You were the one who said I'd be single forever if I kept going for girls." "That doesn't mean you go for my baby brother you perverted asshole!" Takeomi grunted and held the struggling male tighter. "Shin stop making it worse! If we lose our grip on him there's no tell what he'll do to you!"

Shinichiro shrugged. "If it's for (Name) I'll gladly get beaten up by him." Wakasa stopped struggling and huffed. After seeing his we done the two males released him although they hesitanted momentarily. Wakasa fixed Shinichiro under a heated glare. "Now I'm inly accepting because I know you'll treat him rightly. But for now on anything you do to him, I'll do to you."

Takeomi tried aruging stating if Shin could break bro code, why couldn't he? Wakasa and Shinichiro turned and glared at Takeomi. Shinichiro nodded and gave (Name) a quick peck. Wakasa without missing a beat tried giving Shinichiro a kiss. While the two male's were struggling and rolling on the floor Benkei pulled (Name) away from them and huffed.

Takeomi leaned towards (Name) with a wide grin. "So (Name) have you ever thought of a three way?" (Name) frowned and barely dodged his brother and boyfriend who quickly tackled the smirking male. Benkei shook his head at them and quickly lead (Name) away not wanting him to see what would probably happen next.

"How about we go get some ice cream (Name)?" (Name) confusingly nodded and followed the bigger male. Ignoring the yelling for him to come back and help him. As they were walkng away (Name) asked Benkei something. "Why is Aniki so mad? At least I'm with Shinichiro and not Takeomi." Benkei hadn't laughed as hard as he did in a while.

[muffinsin]

something about the idea of bela with a dick getting very sensitive after orgasm and her tip being the most sensitive part of her dick is making me feral. could we get a little subby bela overstim story?

Oh absolutely!🫠🤭

Masterlist

Bela’s legs are spread wide, her pale, slim thighs on either side of your head. She keeps her hand in your hair, pulling merely when she needs to in order to make you continue or tug you back where she wants you.

Her eyes are closed, her head down back, and little moans and gasps pass her lips occasionally as you work your warm mouth on her cock. She shivers when you take her deep in your mouth, her sensitive tip rubbing the back of your throat. She feels herself leak precum already, embarrassingly.

“More”, she demands breathily. Her thighs tense for a moment when you take her back down your throat before you opt for licking again.

You hold onto her thighs to steady yourself, her large and long dick down your throat. She moans softly as you work on her, drawing little droplets of precum from her tip every few moments. You know the poor blonde has been so worked up lately and won’t take long to cum, your precious darling already shivering and twitching slightly.

You moan around her dick, humming contentedly as she whimpers from it. Her hips thrust forwards momentarily, but stop when a firm hand sets upon her hip, stopping her. “Good, more”, she moans again.

You suck her cock inside your mouth, your hand massaging her soft thigh. She mewls quietly; your mouth feels like heaven around her, your tongue pure bliss.

Bliss, yes, pure bliss.

She looks down at you with an almost dazed expression. You hum again as your tongue drags along her cock, lips pressing to it as you pull back, then take her back in fully.

“A-Ah, yes”, she moans, hands moving from your hair to grip the seat armrest when you begin bobbing your head. The poor blonde feels so close and is overly aware of her tip, likely pink and drooling already, rubbing against the back of your warm throat.

You don’t need to see to know her nails have dug into the arms rest.

“Please”, she begs, ever so obedient for you, politely asking you for an orgasm like the good girl you know she can be for you.

You merely hum and moan around her again, sucking her like a lollipop and savoring her taste as she cums in your mouth. The blonde arches her back and moans quietly, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her brows furrowed, nails digging into the chair.

As she rides out her orgasm, thrusting weakly into your mouth, and at last calms and attempts to pull out your mouth, you smirk, gripping her hips tightly and sucking eagerly. Her reaction is immediate.

Golden eyes widen as she moans loudly, legs trembling and hips twitching. She whimpers helplessly for you.

Her chest heaves, nipples erect and standing tall as she feels her sensitive cock be sucked and licked. Your mouth is warm and wet for her, teasingly so. This must be the sweetest form of torture.

Her head is thrown back when you, after many more moments of teasing, lean back. “Lo-ove”, she gasps when you instead wrap your lips exclusively around her tip, one hand moving from her hip to wrap around her dick’s base, moving up and down and jerking the sensitive blonde off as you suck her most sensitive part.

“A-Ah! AH!”, she gasps, loud and desperate for you, her arousal and sensitivity clear as day. Her thighs shake and her mouth drops open.

You hum and moan, sucking the warm, red tip eagerly. She’s such a gasping, moaning mess. You know she’s close already by her loud moans and whimpers. Her hand slaps over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the loud noises that spill from her lips from the intense pleasure.

With pride you watch as the blonde woman cums again, her cheeks bright red when you wrap your lips around her to take all her cum in your mouth.

She watches you through lidded eyes, which widen and stare helplessly when you let her dick drop from your lips and instead wrap your fingers around her bright red tip.

When her hand shoots down in a desperate attempt to stop your efforts and give her sensitive tip a rest, you move the hand on her hip to it, restraining the blonde’s wrist with your fingers and pulling it aside.

She whimpers loudly as you lean close, lips brushing against hers, muffling her raw moans with your tongue. She tastes herself on you, on your tongue and lips. Her legs tremble so much, it’s a miracle she hasn’t fallen from the chair yet. Her hips twitch helplessly, causing her cock to thrust into your hand and in turn make her even more sensitive.

Her eyes focus on you when you kiss her warm cheek. “You can give me one more, pretty girl”

It wasn’t a request, she knows this.

Her head is thrown back when you go back between her legs, licking her twitching dick as your fingers work around and tend to her tip. You suck and lick eagerly alongside her shaft, smirking and moaning at her delicious reactions. “Please! AAH! Please!” She begs, her face uncharacteristically warm and pink.

“It’s sso mu-A-AA! Mu-uch!”, she moans, panting and mewling for you. The submissive woman feels her third orgasm approaching rapidly, her tip so sensitive it hurts and aches at the same time. She feels lightheaded from the pleasure, the familiar feeling in stomach spreading.

You pull away for a mere moment, your hand releasing her wrist and gripping her chin instead. Golden, hazy eyes find yours when you pull it forwards, demanding the blonde to face you.

“Now cum for me, Bela”

With your fingers teasing her most sensitive spot this way, and you so close to her, she can’t help but follow the command, screaming and moaning in ecstasy.

[naeverse]

The Beast Within - (2/2)

~ Ｖｉｃｅ ＃１ ~

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 

(𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝟏-𝟔)

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𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦: 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 

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"𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 '𝘐.'"

Ｍｕｓｉｃ：

“𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴” - 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘓𝘢𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘢

“𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬” - 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

Apologies for the late post. October 7th (today/yesterday) was my birthday, and my older sister, @powerful-niya, my family, and I spent the last couple of days celebrating. So once again, my apologies, lol. 😅❤️ I hope you all enjoy the finale of The Beast Within. As always, it was a joy to write! 🐻❤️

Art was found on Pinterest. All credit goes to the original artists, designers, and photographers.

🐻staring: Beast!Miguel O’Hara x Explorer Fem!Reader

      ✒️preview: 

He cleared his throat, crouching down to your level as you sat on the edge of his bed. “My body is craving a new mate, little twig,” he bluntly stated, his face full of seriousness.

“I haven’t cared about mating in a long while, but you’ve reawakened the urge,” he explained, his hands constantly seeking to touch you, now running along your arms. “So for my… price,” Miguel’s eyes locked onto yours, taking in your emotions that were hard for him to read.

“I want to mate with you, humanita.”

❄️summary: The Monster of the Great Mountains was a tale that spread far and wide—a story of a creature that slaughtered anyone who dared enter the snowy peaks of the Great Mountains. Fueled by the growing fear propagated by the media, you decided to take on this legend. As a supernatural explorer, you sought out hauntings, monsters, and creepy artifacts, determined to prove to the world that they were simply tales told in the dark—nothing more. 

But with your latest discovery, you may soon find that not every story is just a story.

🖤tw/cw: Big Dick Miguel, Blood (Just a smidge), Body Worship, Cock Bulge, Claiming, Cunninglius, Dirty Talk, Gore, Marking, Multiple Organisms, Non-human AU, Olfactophilia, Oral Sex, Ownership, Pussy Worship, Scent Kink, Size Kink, Size Different, Riding, Violence, many more…

🏔️Pet names: Gusano (Worm), Humanita (Little Human), Terca (Stubborn One) 

     📘Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

 🤎 Word Count: Total - 11k, Part 2 - 7k words

🐻Click here for Part 1

‘What madness compelled me to leave this human unscathed, and instead bring it back to my den?’ This was the only rattling question that filled Miguel’s mind as he carried the unconscious woman against his furry chest through the harsh blizzard.

His narrowed eyes occasionally snapped down to the human, so small, fragile, weak. ‘I have gone mad,’ he concluded with a grumble, crunching through the snow as the blizzard raged at an all-time high.

‘Should’ve left her. Should’ve killed her,’ his inner voice growled. ‘Why did I pull her from the snow when the Great Mountains so clearly sought her sacrifice with that avalanche?’ The monster wondered, not understanding his actions.

But Miguel knew the reason—the atrocious reason.

This human was seemingly different, dangerously so.

Any other human, male or female, who entered the Great Mountains was met with death. It was their rightful punishment as the bear saw it.

But Miguel found himself incapable of harming this human, and it rattled him.

The snow-encased breeze lashed at his fur, causing him to tighten his grip on the fragile creature, holding the human closer to his chest to warm and protect.

It wasn’t long before his mahogany eyes spotted his cave through the blizzard—a well-hidden opening on the side of the mighty Great Mountains.

With a huff, he quickened his pace. ‘She’s ice cold. Not good. Not good for a small thing like her.’ He found himself worrying. Escaping the harsh storm, the beast ducked into his home.

Upon entering the cave, the beast was greeted by the warmth of a small fire—embers glowing within a ring of stones. In one corner of the large cavern lay a heap of furs and hides that the bear used as a makeshift bed. Collections of bones, logs, and trophies from hunts, such as antlers, hung on a ledge as decorations. 

The cave was completed by a naturally formed alcove in one of the walls, where the bear stored small items like bowls, containers, and his food. Chunks of dried meat, fish, and winter berries were kept and preserved there, aided by the natural cold of the cave and small ice pockets along the niche.

The beast swiftly moved along, and with great care— foreign to him—he settled the human down upon the plush furs. ‘Careful. Nice and easy,’ he told himself, afraid of accidentally harming the much weaker being, this sense of caution unfamiliar to him.

Miguel’s eyes roamed the unconscious human, taking in the sight of them inside his most sacred space. The bear wanted to scowl at the thought, still unable to believe he had allowed such a wretched thing to breathe another breath of air—inside his lair, of all places.

His clawed, calloused hand lifted to brush the drenched strands of hair from the human’s face. The beast marveled at the woman’s softness, so different from his own fur and rough skin. Like touching sizzling fire, he yanked his hand away, growling at himself. “What has come over me?” he snarled, standing up and moving away to start a fire, needing to distance himself from the puny human of temptation lying on his bedding.

“It’s a human—a lying, deceitful, and greedy human,” the beast spat, his blood boiling at the mere thought of the despicable little monsters. He had sworn long ago to protect these mountains from their clamorous fingers and to slaughter every single one of them, like they’d done his little one—his precious cub he had failed to save.

Miguel’s teeth clenched together, claws digging into the stick he held to stoke the fire, tearing through the bark. “Now one wishes to entice me—blind me with her—” The beast snarled, looking over his shoulder at the sleeping beauty, taking note of how completely still she lay. The sight was almost alarming.

His heart leapt, and he hurried to prepare a small broth and warm water over the fire before returning to her side. It had been a long time since he’d felt fear or concern, but the bear detested how his worry was for a human—the very beings that took everything from him and sought to take even more.

Glancing at the entrance of his cave, he saw the brutal winds and cutthroat chills, knowing the blizzard wouldn’t stop anytime soon. ‘She’s a weak, lowly human. She’ll die if she goes back out there,’ Miguel thought. But another jarring voice filled his head: ‘Why do I care? It’s a human. I should kill her now. Snap her like a twig underfoot.’ The words clouded his mind, but when he looked at her, he couldn’t will himself to do it.

‘Was it her appearance?’ The beast wondered, wishing to understand the reason behind his hesitance. His gaze ran along the slope of her nose, the fan of her long lashes against her flushed skin, and the curve of her red, parted lips, which seemed to call out to him. “This human is… decent,” he grumbled, unwilling to admit aloud his attraction to her beauty. But he could feel his body heat rising, not out of anger like he usually felt, or to warm himself when the mountains became too cold, but for another reason...

An animalistic want.

A shaky exhale escaped his muzzle when he finally noticed it.

Your scent.

Like honey, it clung to every part of his cave, flooding his den and clouding his senses. 

Sweet, intoxicating, and very, very dangerous…

The bear groaned, feeling an ache inside him that he hadn’t felt in years—an ache to mate, to bury himself inside a warm burrow and rut until he was content.

‘It’s her scent that’s causing this… indifference.’ The beast assumed with a gulp, a part of him wanting to lunge at the sleeping human, to take what he wanted and needed. Yet another side of him felt a sense of protectiveness for this frail, yet hated being.

“I need to stay away from her. Get far away,” the demihuman whispered, but found himself incapable of moving, no matter how much of a risk he knew he was taking by standing in her presence.

He growled, hearing the raving storm outside. ‘Just until the storm passes,’ Miguel told himself, gently reaching out to cup the woman’s jaw. Instantly, he noticed how small she was compared to his massive palm, his thumb tenderly tracing her cheek. ‘Then she’ll leave, or…

I’ll kill her…’

For once, Miguel found the latter as difficult as chewing through stone. 

The bear slowly became entranced by the soft rise and fall of your chest, your beauty, and an overwhelming desire to fully take in your scent.

Lifting your chin without hesitation, he buried his snout in your neck and took a deep inhale. Like the sweetest nectar quenching his parched throat, a feral growl rumbled from him.

His eyes fluttered shut, your scent so intoxicating it seemed to ensnare him, making him crave more with each breath. Sniffing along the length of your sensitive throat, his muzzle brushed your skin, each inhalation only making his cock throb beneath his gray loincloth, causing him to groan.

Drool trickled past his lips, dripping down his jaw as though he'd gone days without food. "Oh, Great Mountains, what are you doing to me?" he muttered in ecstasy, his rough hands gripping your shoulders to keep you rooted beneath him on his pile of furs.

The more he ravaged your throat with sniffs, the stronger his need to mate became, a primal stirring in his loins. The creature wanted to touch, taste, and claim, the restraints holding him back beginning to loosen.

A soft whimper, not from Miguel, broke through his daze, stopping him abruptly. Eyes widening, Miguel swiftly stood, his massive chest heaving. 'No, you fool,' he scolded himself, barely able to believe how quickly he'd succumbed to his animal urges.

'She's human. Vulnerable and weak. Not for you. Never for you,' he thought, jaw clenching as he watched you stir. When your eyes met his mahogany gaze, he braced for your inevitable reaction to his beastly form looming over you.

Your eyes slowly opened, feeling as if you'd been hit by a truck. Your entire body ached—a blend of cold, bruised limbs and warmth. A weak groan escaped you as your vision tried to focus on your surroundings.

The first thing you noticed was the jagged stone walls surrounding you, so different from the vast snow where you last remembered being. Furrowing your brows, you struggled to recall what had happened.

‘Greg and I came to these mountains to explore. Greg left me stranded, I made camp, then the blizzard, and then—’ Your chest heaved as fear gripped you. You turned to your side, locking eyes with a pair of mahogany orbs staring right back at you.

“What’s g-going on? W-Where am I? H-How am I a-alive?” you stammered frantically, finally coming to terms with what stood before you. “Y-you're—” You gulped, eyes wide as you took in the beast that you once believed to be a myth, now undeniably real.

The creature was massive, a blend of human and bear-like features, both alluring and terrifying. His chest rippled with strength beneath thick, coarse fur that lined the center of his pectorals, with a trail of hair descending from his navel beneath a gray fur loincloth. His broad torso, with large, powerful pectorals, rose and fell with every breath, exuding raw power and barely concealed aggression.

His dark brown fur matched the wild mane atop his head, and his furry arms and shoulders were equally formidable, veins pulsing along his sinewy limbs.

The mahogany eyes of the White Walker pierced through you, his gaze animalistic beneath his wild hair. His shadow engulfed you, his immense size and presence looming menacingly, making your heart pound in your chest.

You watched the beast, battling your fear and the instinct to flee while remaining on guard. The atmosphere was tense, as if you were being sized up by the predatorwho was ready to strike at any moment.

“In my den,” the bear answered, his deep voice reverberating through the stone enclosure, making you jump. Your body screamed at you to run, but how could you when your feet were so frozen in your boots you couldn’t feel them?

“W-why?” you asked, your voice so cold it was hoarse. “I-I…thought I was dead.” The memory of your near-death experience and the hopelessness that had gripped you came rushing back causing you to clench the rawhide blanket tightly in your gloved hands.

Your heavy coat, pants, and boots—once believed to be your protection—were now soaked through, the melted ice intensifying the chill against your skin. Despite the dire circumstances, you forced yourself to stay strong, staring at the monster and trying not to show your fear.

However, it was hard to ignore the stiffness and soreness of your body. If his intentions were to kill you, it would be all too easy in your weakened state.

Miguel stared at the human, finding you even more captivating now that you were awake. The sight of your small, fragile body filled with life, gazing up at him with those beautiful eyes, sent a strange tingle through him. He cleared his throat, shaking off the unfamiliar feeling of fascination as his thick brows furrowed.

“I pulled you from the snow, human,” he spat, turning his back to tend to the simmering broth of meat he was preparing.

Miguel didn’t know what humans ate, but if the broth was enough to nourish him, it should be enough to strengthen the fragile creature resting in his bed.

Grasping a hand-carved wooden bowl, he began to ladle the broth into it. The smell was rich and savory, and Miguel grunted in approval, secretly hoping it would be to your liking—before quickly dismissing the thought.

You watched the beast, recalling everything you’d ever heard or read about him. ‘But here he is, crouched over the fire, proving everything I thought was fiction to be fact,’ you thought, still struggling to come to terms with it.

But you were wrong. 

So very wrong…

You couldn’t help but marvel at the creature, his body brimming with strength. His large frame and powerful muscles flexed with his every movement. You found yourself wondering just how strong he truly was, whether he possessed any supernatural abilities, and how long he had lived in the cold, desolate Great Mountains.

The explorer in you couldn’t help pondering questions about the White Walker, but one thought above all echoed in your mind: ‘Why save me?’ That question rose to the surface again and again, desperate for an answer as you sat frozen in place.

Every story and legend about the Monster of the Great Mountains told of his hatred for humans—how he killed any trespassers, inflicting slow, excruciating deaths out of spite. ‘But… he saved me?’ You nearly laughed at the irony, though the coughing fit rising in your throat quickly stifled it.

You had been sure he would kill you—that he’d dug you out of the snow just to toy with you, waiting for you to regain consciousness for his amusement. ‘It wouldn’t be any fun to kill a human if they weren’t awake,’ you belived were the beast’s thoughts,

Teeth chattering, chills wracking your body, numbness gripping your fingers and toes, and the overwhelming sense of vulnerability—it all felt like torture, knowing death was still likely to come.

“I-If… you’re going to k-kill me, just do it,” you croaked, trying to maintain your bravado. Head held high, you stared at the beast’s broad back as he filled the wooden bowl. “I-I won’t… beg for my life, so g-get it over with if t-that’s what you want.” you said, your voice trembling with cold, though the terror in your chest contrasted sharply with your defiant words.

Miguel raised an eyebrow, surprised by your words. He had never heard a human so openly ask for death, much less demand it. Huffing, he poured another ladle of broth into the bowl before rising to his full height.

When his gaze met yours again, his heart leapt at the sight of your narrowed eyes and determined expression. Yet, beneath the surface, he could practically smell your fear.

It was… 

Captivating.

4The bear’s footsteps were heavy and deliberate as he approached you, his face devoid of emotion. “Drink,” he commanded, ignoring your previous demand. Miguel watched with mild surprise as your face twisted in anger, pushing his hand away and rejecting him.

“I-I don’t want that,” you stated firmly, surprised your arms were even capable of moving from their frozen position at your sides. “Why am I here? T-Tell me. Now,” you demanded, unwilling to let your questions be dismissed. If you were going to be killed, you felt you had the right to know.

A deep growl escaped the beast, his paw tightening around the bowl. “You will obey, or I will make you,” he threatened, his tone holding little patience. Again, he thrust the bowl toward you. “Drink. Now.” Miguel commanded, cradling the back of your head and bringing the wooden container to your lips.

The bear’s touch in your hair was unexpected, but strangely, not unwelcome. You glanced at the bowl of brown broth, the small pieces of meat floating inside enticing you.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had eaten…

You swallowed, the warm broth soothing your parched throat, its smell alluring. Wary, you glanced at him before allowing him to feed you since your hands were still too numb from the cold.

A quiet purr escaped him as his nails combed through your drenched hair, caressing your scalp. He relished the look of defiance you gave him with each sip you took. 

Miguel felt his cock twitch beneath his loincloth as he watched your lips part over the container. He assisted, tilting the bowl to help you drink the broth he’d made for you.

The interaction felt intimate, watching your pretty eyes flutter shut as you slurped his cooking. The bear couldn’t help subtly stroking your scalp whilst you ate.

You hummed, finishing the broth, and pulling away with a sigh. Coming back to reality, you glanced skeptically at the beast.  The broth had warmed you, but you couldn’t wrap your head around the reasoning behind the creature’s kindness—if you could even call it that.

You couldn’t deny that the broth helped. The hot liquid soothed your frozen insides and tasted surprisingly good.

Not that you’d ever tell him that…

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you glared at the beast, clearing your throat. “Now, answer me. W-what am I doing here?”

Miguel eyed you for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal the truth. His fingers loosened from your hair, leaving behind a lingering warmth.

His pride led him to dismiss the question entirely. “All you humans do is take and take. Even when there’s nothing left to be taken, you seek to claim something else that isn’t yours,” he growled, his disdain evident. He tossed the empty bowl to the cave floor with a loud thud.

“I sought to cleanse my lands of you wretched beings,” Miguel stated, his mahogany eyes seeming to glow redder as his anger flared.

“And then you came.”

“Me?!” you exclaimed, raising an eyebrow in surprise. You chuckled, shaking your head. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking abou—” your words cut off into sputtering coughs. You hacked into your hands, the cold overwhelming you as you practically barked up a lung.

Miguel’s eyes widened, and he hastily moved to your side. He wanted to leave you to your growing sickness, but for the first time, he felt something close to sympathy for a human.

Grumbling, Miguel yanked the blanket off your body, revealing your drenched, cold jacket, pants, and boots.

“W-What are you… doing?” you asked between coughs, your voice weak. The bear ignored you, grasping the wet fabric of your coat and giving it a squeeze, watching water drip from it. “You’re soaked and cold. Not good,” he rumbled. “Undress.” The beast commanded, pulling away.

Your entire body tensed, your head snapping toward the monster in disbelief. “W-What?”

“Take off your clothes,” he repeated sternly, leaving no room for refusal. You shook your head and burst into another fit of coughs. “N-No… I-I-I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, not wanting to show any weakness.

“No, you’re not,” Miguel snarled, his brows narrowing at your defiance. “You and I both know you won’t survive another minute in this state, twig.” He hissed, looking you up and down, noting how your cheeks and nose were rosy, your face sickly.

The bear found himself cupping your face, his massive hand cradling your jaw. “You’ll get sick and die, little twig,” Miguel purred, tracing his thumb along your cheekbone. “The Great Mountains aren’t meant for humans.”

Your breath hitched, his body heat so comforting against your cold skin that you subconsciously nuzzled into his palm, seeking warmth. Realizing your mistake, you quickly pulled away. “W-Why do you care?” you asked, wheezing. “I-I thought you… h-hated humans.” You coughed.

Miguel huffed, his heart skipping a beat when you snuggled against his palm. “I’ve told you already, gusano,” he said, gazing at you, your scent surrounding him. A growl rumbled in his chest. “Undress… I won’t ask again.”

The threat made your heart drop. You met his gaze and saw he was entirely serious. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath, narrowing your eyes at him.

“F-Fine…”

Your trembling fingers slowly worked to unfasten the straps from your wrists, freeing your palms from the drenched gloves. You sighed, tossing them aside before beginning to remove your clothes. Glancing up at the beast, you noticed the flicker of fascination in his eyes before he masked it with his usual stoicism.

“Continue,” he rasped, his arms crossed over his large chest. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the zipper of your puffy jacket, drawing it down to reveal the soaked sweater underneath. You shrugged off the heavy coat, casting it to the cave floor with your gloves. The cold air immediately sank into your wet sweater, making you shiver.

You were about to stop, but the bear’s growl urged you to continue. Cursing under your breath, you gripped the hem of your sweater and pulled it over your head, exposing your bare, wet skin to the icy cave. Adding the sweater to the pile of clothes, you were left in only your bra, pants, and boots. You quivered, reaching for the blankets to seek warmth.

“No,” the bear said, gripping your wrist to stop you. “All of it.” He nodded toward the rest of your clothes, clearly expecting you to remove everything.

You scoffed, unable to believe the audacity of this creature. “I-I will do no such thi—” another fit of coughs interrupted your words.

Miguel growled, having had enough. He reached for you, ignoring your protests as his rough hands gripped your pants and pulled them down along with your undergarments. He continued undressing you, his senses overwhelmed by your scent, which intensified with every layer he removed.

After removing your boots and finally your bra, he left you completely bare on his fur bedding.

“That wasn’t so hard, human,” he rumbled, his gaze sweeping over your nude form, his heart dropping.

Your body was a vision of perfection upon his bed. Your skin, pale from the cold with a patchwork of bruises, bore the harsh marks of the avalanche. The purplish-blue splotches trailed along your hips, thighs, and arms where the snow and debris had pummeled you. 

Miguel could see the tiny hairs standing on end on your legs and arms, your body trying desperately to generate heat in its exposed state.

He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly, the cool air brushing over your sensitive skin as the ethereal curves of your body lay vulnerable and on display before the beastly creature. 

Your nipples, hardened from the cold, stood out against the soft flesh of your breasts, and the faint shadows of muscles you had built from years of exploration were evident as your stomach tensed, drawn in from the chill.

Miguel noticed blotches of redness along your skin where your wet clothes had clung tightly. The beast wanted nothing more than to lick your wounds, bruise after bruise, and ravish your body until he was satisfied.

The growing ache in the pit of his stomach intensified—the urge to grasp the small human and do what he should have done the moment he rescued you from the avalanche. But he had to stop himself. 

‘She's small, fragile. Not for you,’ he reminded himself once more. 

No matter how beautiful you looked lying upon his bedding, Miguel must quell the need inside of him.

In a mixture of embarrassment and shock, you swiftly grabbed the rawhide blanket, tugging it over your body. You had never felt so humiliated, laying completely bare before a being you had once denied existed, feeling weak—a feeling you were not used to.

“H-Happy?” you shivered, trying to keep an authoritative tone in your voice. Yet, oddly, a warmth in your gut found his gaze of desire to be… 

Interesting…

Miguel didn't respond, instead, he picked up your clothes and boots, and swiftly moved to hang them by the fire.

He needed to distance himself from you before he lost control.

You studied him, your fingers toying with the fur on the blanket. You had so many questions and wondered if the mysterious creature would answer any of them. “Do you have a name?” you inquired, hoping for an easy question he’d answer.

Hugging the rawhide tightly over your body, you awaited his response, wishing he’d give you something useful.

Miguel ran his palm along your drenched sweater, smoothing it out where it hung. “Miguel,” he replied gruffly.

“Miguel…” You whispered his name, trying it out, but the sound of it on your lips stirred something under his loincloth. “What is yours, terca?” Miguel asked, secretly wanting to know yours as well.

“Y/N,” you said, feeling the discomfort of your wet hair sticking to the back of your neck and shoulders. Reaching up, you gave the heavily soaked strands a squeeze to relieve them of water, your movements sluggish.

The bear watched you closely, hearing the unique name. “Y/N,” he muttered so softly you couldn’t hear, his fascination evident.

Miguel hated the interest he felt for you—a human. He was supposed to hate all humans, the same creatures who had raided his lands and killed his little girl. 

He wasn’t meant to feel anything for you, so why did he?

He huffed, picking up a nearby stick to stoke the fire, needing to occupy his hands.

‘Miguel... I didn’t expect it to have a name,’ you thought, unable to help but track the beast’s movements. His furry, defined backside was to you, his gray loincloth hugging his waist tightly. The muscular curves of his thighs and legs were heavily accentuated beneath his fur as he crouched before the flames.

“What are you?” you asked, fascinated by the creature and wanting to know more about him.

Miguel scoffed, irritation clear in his deep voice. “Why don't you tell me, human? Your kind seems to be all-knowing,” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes, now comfortably warm under the blanket since your soaked layers were removed. ‘Perhaps the creature knows a thing or two,’ you thought, but his lack of answers was starting to irritate you.

“Will you tell me anything, or will you keep me here without reason?” you asked, no longer wanting to beat around the bush.

“I'll decide your fate when the storm passes, twig,” he snapped, glancing back at you from the fire.

The beast grunted, his turn to ask questions. “Why did you come here?” he inquired, standing to his full, towering height, tossing the stick aside. “What foolish ideals led you to me?”

Despite the ominous tone of his words, you gazed up at him without the fear you had felt before. You couldn't explain it, but you felt like he wouldn't hurt you.

“For you,” you confessed, hoping your answer might earn you some in return.

“I came here with a colleague to prove that the ‘Monster in the Great Mountains’ was false,” you chuckled, looking him up and down. “And I must say, I'm not used to being wrong.”

Miguel’s mahogany eyes widened for a moment, surprised by your answer. He stared at you, letting it sink in. “And why were you seeking me? I could have killed you in your ‘search,’” he smirked, remembering the fate of the last human who came for exploration, seeking him and their fate.

You shrugged. “I was seeking a good story—a journal entry to show the tales of you were just that: tales. I didn't believe—didn’t even think you were… real,” you sighed, meeting his eyes.

Miguel chortled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Foolish, just like the rest of them,” he spat, hoping to uncover why you were different—why he couldn’t kill you—but finding only similarities to the other humans he had encountered.

"You do things without thinking, putting yourself in danger just for the sake of proving truths—or tales—false?"The beast scoffed, shaking his head, his brown mane swaying with the movement. “I'm surprised your kind hasn't killed itself off with your idiocy.”

You huffed, feeling attacked. “And what makes you so great?” you shot back, turning to sit on the edge of the bedding, glaring daggers at him. Your hand gripping the blanket that encased your body tightly all the while.

“You’re a lone beast that roams a mountain of snow, only existing to kill a race you deem weaker!” you spat angrily. “Who gives you the right to play judge, jury, and executioner!?” 

“Watch your tongue, mortal!” 

Miguel roared, suddenly looming over you in the blink of an eye. “You know nothing of what you speak.” He growled. “So unless you wish to become another sacrifice to the mountains, I'll cease your senseless speech,” he threatened, his claws itching to hurt you, though he knew he really couldn’t.

You gulped, realizing you might have gone too far, but you couldn’t stop. “Why? Is it true?” you pressed, noticing his red eyes and heavy breathing. “You’ve killed enough humans to cover the Great Mountains, and yet, I stand before you. Why?” You demanded, the intensity between you and the beast growing. “Why am I still alive? Why haven’t you killed me like all the others?”

Miguel held your gaze, your questions cutting into him like shards of ice.

Never had he met a human like you—someone who could match his temper, who wasn’t afraid of him, and who returned his anger just as much as he gave. 

It made him as hard as stone.

“Why?” he rasped, his paw reaching to grab the back of your head, fingers sinking into your drenched hair. Miguel loved how your stern gaze never faltered, and you didn’t flinch.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” Miguel confessed for the first time in your presence.

Your eyes widened as his touch was surprisingly gentle, cradling your head like you were made of glass. “I don’t… understand,” you uttered, brows furrowed.

“Neither do I,” the beast replied, leaning in close.

“I thought it was your appearance,” he purred, tracing his claws along your face. “Then I thought it was your scent,” Miguel muttered, lifting your chin and running his snout along your throat, inhaling your sweet aroma, which made him ravenous.

But that wasn’t it.

“Then, you spoke to me with little to no fear,” he growled, moving up to your ear, nuzzling your skin and savoring the shaky exhale that escaped you. “I’ve never had a human speak to me like that. It’s... 

Intoxicating.”

The creature’s closeness and body heat made your heart flutter, his touch hypnotizing you. Yet, you were puzzled as to why you felt this way for a killer beast of all things.

‘Am I dreaming?’ you wondered, questioning if the beast’s existence was just a hallucination—that you were sicker than you believed.

The bear pulled away, his mahogany eyes now burning a deep red, full of desire. His rough fingers traced your lips, nose, and jaw as if studying every aspect of you.

The creature’s behavior sent shivers through you, the sensations too real to be a hallucination, though you wondered if you were truly lost.

You bit your lip, eyes roaming over his beastly and human features, trying to uncover the reason behind your shared fascination. Then it hit you—

You were the first.

You, Y/N, the infamous supernatural explorer, were the first to meet Miguel—the White Walker and Monster of the Great Mountains.

Before you, no one had set foot in the Great Mountains without facing death, let alone seeing him and feeling his curious strokes along your cheeks.

Miguel was a mystery, and not only could you confirm his existence, but you could be the first to discover all of him, if you so chose to.

You observed the beast, secretly admiring how gentle he was when touching you—his fingers featherlight along your ears. “Then perhaps…” you began, his hand stilling on your hair as he ran your strands between his forefinger and thumb.

You smiled, looking him up and down, noticing his hardened eight-pack and the scars that decorated his chest, with some hidden under his furred arms. “Perhaps I’ll let you find the answer to your questions, if you allow me to do the same,” you offered.

Miguel’s thick eyebrows furrowed, withdrawing his fingers from your hair. He was intrigued by your proposal, his animalistic urges wild beneath his skin, but he was also…

Afraid.

“My questions come with a price,” his deep voice replied, eyeing your smaller body and wondering how intimacy between you could occur without harm.

“As do mine,” you retorted with a smirk, enjoying how your words surprised the beast. “Name your price.”

Miguel grunted, admiring your confidence. He felt his body responding more and more to your bravery, something nearly all humans he’d met previously lacked.

He cleared his throat, crouching down to your level as you sat on the edge of his bed. “My body is craving a new mate, little twig,” he bluntly stated, his face full of seriousness.

“I haven’t cared about mating in a long while, but you’ve reawakened the urge,” he explained, his hands constantly seeking to touch you, now running along your arms. “So for my… price,” Miguel’s eyes locked onto yours, taking in your emotions that were hard for him to read.

“I want to mate with you, humanita.”

Disbelief coursed through you.

‘Mate? He wants to mate… with me?!’ you thought, though your face masked your true feelings well.

You could see the need in his gaze, the way his chest heaved and shaky, rumbling exhales escaped him.

Although you hesitated at the thought of such an act with the large, killer beast, your desire for knowledge and discovery outweighed everything.

“Okay, you have yourself a deal, Miguel,” you grinned, testing the waters by running a finger along the slope of his defined cheekbone, feeling him stiffen at your touch. “Only if you’re okay with me studying you in the process.”

Miguel groaned, leaning into your touch as the anger and aggression—emotions that always simmered within him—were quelled by your presence and soft strokes.

"I'm fine with your… observations, human," Miguel grumbled, grasping the blanket you used to conceal your body, preparing to rip it free.

His arousal heightened when your hand loosened, allowing him to remove the fur shield.

You felt the beast slowly draw the rawhide fabric from your being, exposing your bare self to him in all its glory.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as the bear stood in awe, hand still holding the blanket, completely frozen. "I take it you've never seen a human this way?" 

Miguel licked his lips, a slight scoff escaping him. "I’ve never cared to," he muttered, dropping the hide and advancing toward you.

His massive hands grasped your breasts first, swallowing the soft flesh in his palms. The bear sniffed and licked at your shoulder and neck, familiarizing himself with your scent.

"You are so small, little human. I fear I may harm you," the beast admitted, voicing his concerns. His grip on your chest was gentle, brushing over your nipples with his thumbs with tender swipes.

You moaned, your back arching into his palms. Running your nails through his hair, you tugged gently. "Hmm… who knew you were such a gentle bear, Miguel?" you teased, grinning as his eyes darkened.

"Gentle… bear?" The beast repeated, a challenge in his gaze. With a snarl, he pushed you back onto his bedding, engulfing you in an instant with his body of muscles and fur.

You couldn’t help but laugh, provoking him quickly becoming your new favorite game. "Yes, quite a gentle one for a killer beast," you giggled, humming softly as he ran a flat tongue along the pulse point of your neck.

Miguel was slowly losing himself, needing the reminder that his new mate was human to keep him grounded. Yet, despite how foreign the word "gentle" felt, he found himself liking it when it came from your lips.

"Sí, I can be… gentle," he whispered gruffly, trailing down your body, following the alluring scent that had tempted him since he pulled you from the snow.

Miguel gave your inner thighs a nip, smirking when you jolted. "Así que, considérate afortunada, pequeña humanita," he purred, feeling his shaft pressing against the gray fur of his loincloth at the scent of your arousal.

Your eyes fluttered, fingers stroking his hair and ears from atop his head. You gasped at the sensation of his nose pressing against your core, seeking to smell your readiness.

“F-fuck...” you cursed, your head falling back on the fur bed, legs spreading wider for him.

Repeatedly, you glanced down, still in disbelief that it was truly a massive bear causing such pleasure. The situation was surreal, and you couldn't help but think, ‘Shit, this would make one hell of a journal entry.’ 

You bit your lip, savoring how the mysterious creature was making you feel so incredibly good.

Miguel lapped at your core, his tongue teasing your clit while exploring every inch of your intimate area. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, keeping them spread as he continued his feast.

Like the beast he was, he ravaged his new mate—suckling, nipping, and licking your entrance. His tongue tasted your wetness, loving how you dripped for him and how your grip tightened in his hair.

Your body writhed and squirmed, feeling like the bear was everywhere at once. His teeth grazed your thighs, leaving love bites, while he suckled your swollen clit and lapped at your entrance. The sensations overwhelmed you, and it wasn’t long before that familiar burning built in your belly, only to explode just as quickly.

You choked back a moan, your body writhing in bliss, feeling weightless as the beast devoured every drop you gave him.

But even after you climaxed, Miguel couldn’t get enough of you. You smelled so good, tasted even better, and his tongue trailed along your trembling thighs, marking them with his scent and teeth, wanting all to know you were his new mate.

The bear found himself content to stay between your legs, basking in your heat and scent until the end of his days. And he would have…

Had his cock not demanded your attention.

Miguel pulled away, your scent still clinging to his snout. His clawed hands didn’t hesitate to rip his fur loincloth away, revealing his massive, drooling shaft.

Your dazed eyes widened at the sight of it, the fogginess of your mind vanishing in an instant. You knew for certain that he wouldn’t fit. “You are rather… big,” you remarked with a nervous chuckle, trying to mask your anxiousness.

The beast glanced down at his own shaft, a breathy laugh escaping him for the first time in a long while. “Sí, it is,” he smirked, grabbing your ankles and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed with ease.

You yelped at his strength, your body sliding effortlessly like you weighed nothing. Gasping, you felt his heavy shaft rest against your stomach.

Swallowing hard, you realized, like always, you might have bitten off more than you could chew, but the ache of desire coursing through you was undeniable—and very enticing.

The beast’s shaft was unlike anything you had ever seen. It was long and equally girthy, with a pink tip and a dark brown base that matched his fur. His balls were large and hairy, about the size of two grapefruits, hanging heavily at the base of his impressive length. The veins along his member throbbed, and pre-cum dripped steadily from his shaft, showing his evident need.

“Don’t lose your confidence now, little twig,” he purred, resting his large hands on either side of your head, the pile of furs sinking beneath you under his weight. “It’s what makes you so delectable,” the beast rasped into your ear, tugging at your earlobe with his sharp teeth.

You scoffed, masking your hesitation with a layer of false courage. “Who said I was afraid, beast?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached down to grip the massive cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes. You bit your lip, surprised at its weight.

“Let me take control, Miguel,” you said with a naughty grin, looking up at the beast while working him over with your hand. “Let me show you just how strong a human can be.”

Miguel’s mind turned to mush, a rush of pleasure and need causing him to drool slightly. His little human—his mate—was very brave and bold, something he had grown to adore.

“Está bien,” he uttered breathlessly, thrusting one last time into your soft palm before pulling away to stand over your prone body. 

For the first time, Miguel looked to someone else for direction.

Pleased, you rose up, noting the size difference as your head tilted back to maintain eye contact. Taking his hand, you guided him to lie down on the pile of furs, watching as his muscular form sank into the soft fabrics.

Miguel’s red eyes followed your every move, wary of what you had planned. “Careful, humanita,” he warned, feeling his worry rising again. “I do not wish to harm you,” he muttered, watching you climb on top of him like you were scaling the Great Mountains themselves.

You giggled, balancing perfectly on Miguel’s bulging thighs. “Where’s your confidence gone, mighty protector?” you teased, his cock fully erect and smacking against your belly at your taunt. “It’s what made you delectable,” you laughed, smearing his pre-cum along his tip with your thumb, eliciting a sexy growl from him.

“Besides, I can handle it,” you boldly told him, determined to prove it. 

To both Miguel’s and your surprise, you were capable of doing just that.

The beast watched you in sheer amazement as you took his length inside your small body. Animalistic roars and unintelligible words escaped him while you rode him, bouncing on his monster of a cock as if you’d done it countless times before.

His rough paws reached for your waist, his large hands practically enclosing around your center, guiding your movements. Sharp tingles of pleasure surged through his body, leaving him trembling and growling beneath you.

You whimpered, feeling like you’d gone mad with lust at how good his massive cock felt inside you, stretching you to the extreme. “O-Oh, fuck,” was the constant mantra you repeated, curse after curse spilling from your panting mouth with every bounce on his hips.

Miguel couldn’t get enough of how tight you were and how sensitive he was. It had been years—decades—since he’d mated, and only seconds in, he found himself whining like a virgin cub during his first time.

“You’re… impressing me, twig,” the beast huffed, his claws gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He was mesmerized by the sight of your pussy devouring him in wet guzzles. 

The squelching of your pussy didn’t go unnoticed by the bear; the sounds shot straight to his cock as you repeatedly rose and slammed down onto his large, throbbing length, which begged for your return with each departure.

‘Who would’ve thought a small, weak human could take a being like me?’ was all the beast could think between the intense squeezes of your exquisite pussy.

Your hands landed on Miguel’s chest, feeling the taut muscles and scratching new markings into his pecs. You ground yourself on his cock, taking him as deep as your body would allow.

Communication was impossible; your eyes crossed, jaw hanging slack as only curses, moans, and high-pitched noises left your lips.

The bear grunted, noticing your sputtering hips that signaled you were close. Snarling, he tossed you onto your back, taking control before either of you could come to your senses.

His hips moved into you with raw power, his thick-furred muscles snapping with a precision deemed inconceivable. Miguel couldn’t take his eyes off your bouncing tits, the flesh moving in sync with his thrusts and the lustful sight of him joined with his new mate.

The beast’s little human was so strong, taking everything he gave you. He purred, clearly seeing the tip of his girthy cock poke through your soft abdomen, making you tremble and choke back moans at his inhuman size. “Tan perfecta, pequeña, tan perfecta para mí," the creature rumbled, the praise practically unintelligible.

Your combined cries of pleasure rang throughout the cave, bouncing off the stony walls as the blizzard continued to rage outside.

You squirmed, not remembering when your arms enveloped the bear’s broad backside, nails marking his tough skin. Whimpering and moaning in overwhelming pleasure, you were pushed over the edge in an instant when you felt Miguel’s cock press tightly against the opening to your womb.

Shrieking, you released, your back arching off the bedding and your thighs clasping around his waist. Aftershocks of electric bliss coursed through your nerves, shocking you back to life as Miguel continued his rutting.

The beast roared, his hips stalling at the clench you gave him before thrusting more erratically than before.

Burying his face in your neck, the bear whined, “Sí, sí, humanita.” He panted, his fangs grazing the skin of your ear, making you tremble in delight.

“Llevarías a mis pequeñas, mi compañera?" Miguel murmured into your ear, his pace becoming more frantic, his large balls smacking against your ass.

"Llevarás mi legado y te quedarás conmigo. Nunca me dejarías, pequeña compañera. Nunca." The beast growled, allowing the rush to overtake him.

With a loud bellow, the bear came. He held your hips down in a bruising grip, burying his cock as far as it would go, leaving no doubt you were filled with his seed.

Your toes curled, holding onto the monster tightly and moaning into his shoulder. You were left exhausted, your mind empty and devoid of thought. Your belly felt full, stuffed by the beast, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your exploration was complete… 

Breathing a sigh of relief, you welcomed the beast beside you, never wanting to let go. Your arms gripped his waist tightly, your face nuzzled into his furry chest.

Out of exhaustion, sleep overtook you in no time, melting into the bear’s hardened pecs as soft snores escaped you.

Miguel pulled you close, engulfing you in his burly arms. He used his massive, furry body to warm and shield you, his fingers brushing strands of your sweaty hair from your face. 

He admired the human next to him, never in his life foreseeing this. “A human as my mate?” he whispered with a small chuckle, his hand moving to caress his little human’s belly, knowing what was growing there and what he would ensure would grow.

“You are mine now, Y/N, for all eternity.”

Miguel, the Monster of the Great Mountains, stated, his arms tightening around his new mate.

You were now Miguel’s, his little human and mate who was never to leave his cave.

He’d keep you here, where he could protect you, fill you full of his little cubs, and ensure you’d never escape his sight.

Miguel knew you’d probably fight him and disagree with his desires, but inevitably, you’d stay with him.

Whether you liked it or not…

A/N: That concludes The Beast Within! Writing Miguel as a beast was such an interesting and fun experience for me, and I really enjoyed it. If you enjoyed it just as much as I did, please like, comment, reblog, and follow!

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Kinktober - Day 24 - Forced Fem

Watersports later. But FIRST: 900ish words of Aeon/Rain forced fem. Aeon makes such a pretty girl.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Rain purrs. He nuzzles his face into the side of Aeon’s neck. Hands running down Aeon’s sides and the curve in his waist to rest at his hips over the silky fabric of the slip dress.  

Rain can’t stop staring. Looking over Aeon’s form in the mirror in front of him as he pets at Aeon’s hips. Thumbs dragging over prominent hip bones, visible through the dress. It’s pale blue, the same color as Cumulus’ eyes apparently–at least that’s what Aeon said when he showed up in it. It’s Aurora’s, given with permission not to stain it. 

Rain is definitely going to owe Aurora a dress. When Aurora wears it, it sits at mid thigh–on Aeon it’s a little higher. Helped along by the way his cock tents the fabric in front. Rain doesn’t think he’s wearing underwear, but he doesn’t know for sure. Has been trying to puzzle it out for the last fifteen minutes. 

Craning his neck to try to see when Aeon was knelt in front of him, back the mirror, dress riding up over the curve of his ass. Focused entirely on the small slivers of skin he could see as Aeon sucked on the head of his cock. Eyes drawn to the reflection of Aeon’s feet resting unders his ass. Clad in dainty white socks. 

He’d almost cum like that–embarrassingly fast. The wet heat of Aeon’s mouth paired with the visual almost ruined him. Rain still not sure he’s going to last long enough to get inside Aeon. Rain’s pressed tight against Aeon’s back. Rutting his leaking cock against the small of Aeon’s back. Smearing pre-cum over the pretty fabric. Aurora will kill him. Right now, he doesn’t care. Can’t. He’s too focused on the way the silk drapes over Aeon’s skin. The matching choker fastened tight around his neck. The little heart charm dangling from it. Rain itches to say it again. Pretty. It’s the only thing he can think

The eyeshadow matches too. Powder blue. Rain wasn’t sure what to expect when Aurora promised she’d get Aeon ready for him–it wasn’t this. Pale pink lipstick, soft blush high on Aeon’s sharp cheekbones. The dark eyeliner makes him look doe-eyed. Innocent. Rain wants to wreck him.  To dig his teeth into every soft piece of him. 

Rain clenches his fists in the fabric at Aeon’s hips, dragging the skirt further up his skinny legs. Aeon trembles in his grip. Head lolling back against Rain’s shoulder. 

“Say it again,” Aeon whispers. 

“What? That you’re pretty?” 

Aeon shakes his head. “No–the other–call me–fuck.” 

Aeon’s cheeks flush violet beneath the blush. Rain watches him in the mirror, watches his throat work as he tries to figure out how to ask. Rain could wait him out. Force him to say it. That’s always fun. Watching his partner crumble as they ask for what they really want. 

“What? A girl? You want me to call you my good girl?” 

Aeon makes a noise like the words hurt–but the way his cock kicks tells another story. There’s wet spot forming there too, one to match the back. Aeon nods, hard, turning his head to mouth at Rain’s neck. Sloppy. Wet. 

Rain chuckles. He dips his fingers under the hem of the skirt, pulling it up, until his fingers graze over Aeon’s balls. No underwear, he was right. Aeon hisses, cock kicking as Rain slides higher. Runs his finger along the soft underside of Aeon’s cock. Tracing a vein. 

“Missing something?”

Aeon shudders. Eyes searching for Rain’s in the mirror. Rain’s stomach twists as momentary panic flits over Aeon’s face. Worry. Brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what he forgot–what he missed in Rain’s instructions. 

“Good girls don’t usually forget their panties.” 

The noise Aeon makes sounds like it’s been forced from him. Dug up from somewhere deep in his gut. Startled, pained. Rain turns his head to hide his grin in Aeon’s hair. 

“I–thought–fuck. I thought you’d like it if I didn’t–”

“I do,” Rain says, mouth dragging over one of Aeon’s horns. “But still. If you want to be a good girl, you have to act like one.” 

“Rainy,” Aeon’s hips twitch. Cock kicking under Rain’s fingers as Aeon tries to roll his hips against what little friction Rain is giving him. The movement rocks Aeon’s ass back against Rain’s cock. It spits more precum onto the dress. “Rainy I can be good. I am good.” 

“A good what?” 

Aeon swallows but doesn’t answer right away. Eyes wild, darting over Rain’s face as he tries to force himself to say it. He opens his mouth and nothing happens. 

Rain pulls one hand away from Aeon’s hip, uses it to grab him by the jaw. To pull him away, hold him so Rain can look at him for real. The angle probably hurts Aeon’s neck, Rain’s fingers biting into his cheeks definitely do. But he doesn’t react to the pain. He just blinks up at Rain with his mismatched eyes–already glassy. Lips swollen from his time spent swallowing Rain’s dick. 

“Say it,” Rain barks.

Aeon fights with hismelf for another breath but when it finally comes, it pours of out him in a rush. “Girl,” he spits, “I am a good girl. Please, Rain. Please I promise I am I–”

Rain shushes him. He leans down to press his lips to Aeon’s forehead, too softly to be anything but a threat. 

“Prove it.” 

[sweetracha]

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There are two versions of this story based on what experience you want to have. Will you be a good girl or a brat?

Flavor Selected: Brat

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Hard Dom Chan, Titles (Master and Daddy), Pet Names (Bunny, Baby, Doll, Etc), Dumb is used, Spanking, Denial, Overstim, Begging, Pet Play? (Name and Outfit more than Roleplay), Illusions to aftercare

Here you are now standing in his playroom. It was perfect, everything you could have dreamed of and more. You had seen it once before when you were going over consent contracts. Chris wanted to make sure you felt comfortable in this space. He made love to you in the black silk bed that sat on the middle wall. He was so sweet, soft, and sensual in those moments. You wondered how he could ever be a dom.

Trying to drown out your busy mind you took in the sights. Christopher, or Bang Chan as you learned was his dom persona, had an eye for detail. The room was decorated with leather and silk, reminding you of the silk piece he had you wear tonight. Red lights colored the corners tastefully. Paddles and other impact gear were organized along the walls. Ropes were twisted neatly on the bedframe. A wand and some other toys were charging on the black wood nightstand. Finally, you took in the scent of the room. Sharp whiskey and leather filled your senses, a perfect match to Chan’s cologne. Being so lost in the art of it all, you didn’t hear the door close or footsteps behind you.

“Hello little bunny” Chris welcomed as he slide up behind you, gently wrapping a hand around your throat. “Are you ready to play little one?” you nodded in response.

“Words honey, don’t be a brat now” his grip tightened. 

“Yes Master” you meekly replied

“Good girl, here is how tonight is going to go. Every question I ask will be responded to verbally, Every order I give will be followed, and every word I say will be heard. Do this little bunny and Daddy will reward you greatly. If you fail to listen to me, however, you will be punished” His hand around your neck pulled you in close as he leaned into your ear and whispered “Hard”.

Tonight you were left with two choices. Be the good girl your dom wants you to be or have your fun and be a brat. Rewards or punishments were the ultimate questions. 

You picked to be a brat tonight

Chan spun you around so you were facing him, it didn’t matter if he had a shorter stature. Right now he towered over you. Leather-gloved hands came up to fix your pretty white bunny ears on top of your head. Christopher cooed at how innocent you looked in the dark space. He was going to have fun with you. Those same rough leather hands tilted your chin up to stare into his intense eyes.

“What are your safe words bunny?” You knew this was an important question to establish an answer but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Green for go, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop…just like a traffic light” You rolled your eyes. “I thought even a soft dom like you would have known that.

You could see a fire in his eyes, he knew your games. His gentle hand became hash on your cheeks as he held your face. He lowered down to your level and got real close.

“Watch your tone brat, I won't repeat myself. Now what is my name tonight”

“Christopher but I guess because we are playing make-believe you are ‘Bang Chan’. How did you come up with such a clique porn name anyways” you mocked. The hand not occupying your face slithered to your roots. With a handful of hair, he yanked you back. Chris didn’t miss the way your eyes rolled as you let out a grunting moan.

“Fucking brat. Should have known you'd never be a good girl. But you know what princess? I know exactly how to tame you. At the end of the day, I know you just want to be my dumb little pet bunny.” He let go of your hair and made his way to the bed. The way he sat down on the edge made you realize just how massive his thighs were, if it was any other day you'd beg him to let you ride but not tonight.

“Come lay over daddy’s lap baby” he patted his slack-covered thigh.

“Oh what are you going to do, is the big daddy going to span–AH” You were cut off by Chan yanking you over his lap. Toes barely touched the wooden floor.

“Yes princess, master is going to do just that. He is going to spank your bratty little ass until it is bright red. I won’t make you count tonight, Im not sure your dumb little bunny mind can count that high” You were royally fucked and couldn’t have been more excited.

His first swat was light, almost to test the waters. When you didn’t show any signs of discomfort he swung again, harder. He continued his assault on your bum until you were wiggling in his lap. Moans were mixed with whines and huffs of air. He could get used to this.

“Look at these poor panties and babydoll daddy bought you, baby, they are getting ruined. Better take them off. Stand up. Now”

“No”

“Bunny, I suggest you turn around and face the wall right now and strip. I was going to let you off with only a few more but I see I need to teach you some manners, don't make this worse than it already will be”

You decided to do what he said for once tonight. Something about the venom that dripped from his words scared you a little. That familiar sub-fuzz began to overtake you. As you began to strip the silk babydoll gown you heard Chris moving in the background. He grabbed a few things and took his spot back on the bed. Like a king claiming his throne. 

“Back over my thigh princess, Im not done with you” This time you draped yourself over him.

He warmed up your now naked bottom which was already glowing a nice shade of red. Out of nowhere, he swung again. You could tell he was using his full force now. 

“I can’t believe you decided to be so disobedient tonight. I had so much planned for you but no, you had to be a brat. Now Daddy has to teach you how to be a good girl for him” he paused the rain of smacks to feel between your legs. “Awwww baby girl, so desperate now arent we” you moaned when he began to circle your clit. “So wet baby, probably being such a little brat because you were so uncomfortable” his digits now began to pump inside of you slowly. It wasn't enough to make you cum but it did keep you on edge. You whined and rutted your hips back in desperation. “Awwww shhhhh poor baby, I'm not done with you yet” and like that, he pulled out and spanked you with the same hand that pleasured you. He continued until you finally admitted defeat.

“Ouch, Daddy Im sorry! Please I'll be a good girl just please let me cum! I need you. I need master to touch me” You slumped in submission. Chan plunged his fingers back into your cunt and set a brutal pace. Moans and yells escaped your lungs are you were thrust into pure unimaginable pleasure. Just as Christopher felt you clench…

“Ask for it” he slowed down.

“What! Please No”

“Ask for permission to come babydoll”

“Please Master can I cum. PLEASE” you begged like your life was on the line.

“Fucking Cum” and with that you did. You spasmed on his lap as he finished you off. While he was still punishing you he wasn’t going to be too cruel. He helped you down from your high and gently laid you on the bed.

“Bunny, you took Daddy’s punishment so well. You did such a good job, Master is very proud. But it isn't quite done. Im going to wreck your sensitive little body one last time and you are going to take it” again with the faux comfort he was so good at. Just as you were going to get ready for him, he flipped you around.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. No looking at or touching Daddy. You are going to remain arched on all fours as I ruin you. And because I know my dumb little bunny can't follow any rules, Master will tie your wrists to the bed to help you” and he did just that. Black and white ropes were wrapped around your wrists and secured you to the bend. His leather hand slid down your back with pressure forcing you to arch. Then he slammed into you. He was done with teasing, done with making you beg, done with waiting. He needed his own pleasure. Chan was going to be selfish with your body. You were his after all, right?

He set an unrelenting pace that was backed by hard thrusts. Imediabity he found your g-spot and when you screamed out in pleasure he abused it with his tip. Too lost in how amazing you feel, Chan didn’t say much. The room was filled with moans, pants, grunts, and the occasional swear word. It wasn’t until you spoke up did he come back to reality.

“Can I come, Master?” Finally, you were being his sweet obedient girl.

“Yes bunny, come for Daddy” He followed his approval with long drawn out powerful thrusts, the kind he knew you liked. As you clamped down on him hard and came with a scream he filled you up. A howl-like moan left him and he emptied inside of you. Your poor body leaked from him. With two fingers we scooped his cum up and pushed it back inside you, mesmerized by the sight.

“Shhhhhh baby it's okay, we wouldn’t want to waste a drop now would we” he cooed with genuine care this time.

“No Daddy we wouldn’t,” you said with a sex-drunk giggle which eased his worries about being too hard on you.

“It’s okay now little one, I'm just Christopher right now bun” 

“Channie?” you slightly sat up with a sweet questioning expression on your face. He was going to marry you someday.

“Yes princess, Channie is here. Let's get you into a bath baby girl.”

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[animasola86]

6: A Special Kind of Liquid

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Summary: Things continue and take a strange turn as you and Sebastian (literally) ride out the effects of the strange aphrodisiac the squid has "blessed" you with. (Last chapter of the Squid Smut Series!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut // Words: 8.8k // [READ ON AO3]

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Excessive amounts of cum. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Breeding kink. Deep (impossible) penetration. (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 5

6

(continued)

“You'll wake it...” you whine out quietly as Sebastian adds another finger, rubbing his groin against your leg almost needily.

“I'll be very quiet,” he hums back, pushing his fingers firmly in and out of you, while you hold your breath, hoping not to disturb the squid nestling in your bum.

Your breath hitches when he suddenly claims your mouth, pushing his tongue into it at the same time as he pushes a third finger into your wetness. Moaning against his lips, you're barely able to kiss him back, but he doesn't mind, closing his lips around yours, licking and sucking and nibbling, delving deeper, just like his fingers as he curls them inside you, expertly rubbing against your g-spot. Your limbs twitch as you force yourself to not lose it all over again.

But too late, as soon as your muscles contract, clamping down on his digits, you feel a deep thrumming inside your bowels. With a strained wail, you melt into his touches, letting him finger you senseless, kiss you breathless, and when he gently rolls you fully onto your back and lies on top of you, your eyes roll back as that special kind of vertigo assaults your senses once more.

His erection presses between your legs, guided by his wet fingers, and when he enters you with one swift motion, easily bottoming out in you, you moan into his mouth, your body jerking up under the sudden intrusion. The squid inside you stirs, but instead of moving along with the rapid rhythm of firmly slamming hips, it just thrums deeply, a constant vibration making your insides churn even more as the tension and pressure builds and builds.

Loud groans and grunts fill your ears as you lie beneath Sebastian's broad body, motionless, spent and at your absolute limit, yet he doesn't seem to care as he ruts into you with reckless abandon, pounding his length deep inside your tight space, each stab accompanied by wet squelching noises followed by shrill squeaks falling from your aching throat every time he prods your cervix almost brutally.

It feels as if he's splitting you right open, his weight and strength pushing you into the cushions, fingers gripping soft flesh, adding to the already existing bruises. And deep inside you is a throbbing sensation, making your muscles clench tighter and tighter around whatever occupies your cavities. You cry out soundlessly, body squirming and writhing, fighting the overwhelming assault on your senses.

Something warm floods your bowels, that burning liquid, oozing from the squid, seeping into your flesh, numbing the tension. You feel it stirring inside you, woken by the ruthless pistoning of the thick cock, whose bulging veins scrape over your sensitive flesh, whose thick head almost pierces your womb, whose girthy shaft rubs along your stretched entrance. Heavy balls slap against your bum, causing the creature lodged within to move with every thrust.

Your mind slips then, as exhaustion grips you, pulls you along, drags you into the darkness as everything happening to you fades to black...

You wake up with a sticky feeling between your thighs, on your whole body to be exact. Stirring on the lumpy, slightly damp surface of the couch, you roll onto your back, legs falling open, globs of white creamy substance seeping out of your clenching holes. You inhale sharply, tasting something bitter on your tongue before a pungent smell attacks your nostrils. Something warm and thick drips down your chin, and when you move, there's more of it on your breasts and your stomach. Even the couch is covered in it.

Leaning up on your elbow, you look around, feeling drowsy and confused. There's a strange emptiness inside you, no pressure or specific aches, although your insides churn, and when you shift again, something seems to be almost sloshing around inside you. You frown deeply. Despite the abundance of cum on your skin, there are two things you are missing immediately. The familiar tension of having a little squid shoved into one of your holes, and Sebastian.

Your eyes wander through the dimly lit Undercroft. What happened? You wonder, scratching your neck, retrieving your hand with more white stuff on it. What the bloody hell happened?

Breathing deeply, you sit up, rolling your shoulders. “Sebastian?” you ask quietly, your voice hoarse and barely recognizable. Slowly the soreness returns to your muscles, especially to your throat. Raising a hand to rub it gently, you take another look around. “Sebastian?”

Suddenly you see him, sitting on the floor, legs hugged to his chest, back turned to you, in a corner far away from you. Your eyebrows furrow. You stand up carefully, wiping at the sticky stuff on your skin, as your legs wobble beneath you. You almost lose your balance, yelping quietly, before you hold onto a nearby barrel to steady yourself. The longer you stand, the more your loins hurt, but you breathe through the pain and slowly make your way towards the crouched form of your boyfriend.

When you place a shaking hand on his shoulder, he flinches, issuing a strained little growl, but he doesn't look at you. You see his body shuddering slightly.

“What happened?” you ask aloud, your voice still raspy, and speaking hurts more than you've thought.

He doesn't reply immediately, head sunken on his arms. When he speaks, his voice is low and raw, muffled. “I... lost control...”

You frown even more, slowly going down on your knees, your hands on his arm as you urge him to look at you. He doesn't. “What do you mean?” you ask, although you have a notion what he means. But maybe you need to hear him say it.

“It's because of that thing...” he mumbles, slowly raising his head as he points ahead of him. There, in a little cage designed for singing birds, sits the not-so-little squid, shaking in its place as if humming violently, its eight arms coiled around the bars of its confinement.

You feel a wave of anger washing over you, seeing your precious pet treated like this, and you wince as you lean forwards but are held back by Sebastian's strong hand pulling you away from the cage. You stare at him, and when you meet his brown eyes, he quickly looks down again, shame plastered all over his freckled face.

“What do you mean?” you ask the same question again, slightly more demandingly and pointedly, despite the gravelly rasp of your broken voice, as you fall back on your knees slowly.

“Those... liquids that it... exudes...” he tries to explain, his voice feeble, strained as he stares at the squid. “Those must have... hallucinogenic properties... or... work like an... aphrodisiac...” He takes a shuddering breath. “I... don't know what happened... one moment I was... on top of you, and the next... I... ugh...”

You watch him closely, your anger switching with confusion and then... understanding. Looking down at your soiled body, you swallow hard, immediately wincing when your throat aches from the motion. He looks at you then, noticing your discomfort, and his eyebrows furrow even more, a truly saddened look sinking into his dark eyes.

“I am sorry,” he breathes, pressing his lips together to stop them from trembling. “I... I would never...”

“I know,” you whisper back as his voice breaks, and you put your hands back on his arm, scooting closer. He slowly relaxes under your touch.

“Are you hurting?” he asks softly as he leans his head against yours.

“I'll be fine,” you reply, moving one hand into his hair, lazily digging through his locks. “I might need a bath... and a deep scrub...”

His body shakes slightly when he lets out a short chuckle. “But no more dips in the Lake, okay?”

You shudder deeply as your eyes wander to the squid in its cage. Several emotions rush through you, ranging from disappointment to relief to a feeling of loss and a strange yearning. You are deeply conflicted. You know you probably shouldn't keep the (not-so) little creature. It had been fine for a whole month in which you've had the most amazing experiences, but seeing that it went all down the drain in just one night, you realize this might not work in the long run.

Not if you wanted to stay with Sebastian.

You have to choose, and in the end, the choice is pretty obvious. With a deep inhale, you wrap your arms around him and wedge your body right between his bent knees, pressing your sticky skin against his, and instead of being repulsed by it, he hugs you back, pulls you into his lap and crosses his feet behind you, really caging you in. He pushes his face into the crook of your neck and breathes deeply, his arms tight around your shoulders.

“Shall we bring it back?” you whisper after a long moment of resting in the comforting embrace before you turn your head slightly and look towards the little cage.

Your eyes widen when you realize the bars of it are bent out of shape and the cage itself is completely empty. When Sebastian notices the same thing, he quickly pulls you to your feet and lifts you off the ground by wrapping one arm under your rear, securely holding you against him.

“Where is it?” he gasps, looking around frantically.

Your heart is beating faster as you lean your arms on his shoulders, following his gaze. His bare feet tap around quietly as he walks you back to the couch, yet he doesn't put you down, instead holding you against himself protectively, his face grazing your breasts when he turns his head left and right. You look down at him, leaning back slightly.

“Forget about it,” you whisper hoarsely. He meets your gaze, tilting his chin up. Your hands cup his face. “It's probably already in the sewers and then back home in no time...” Your words fill you with a sense of loss as you imagine your cute little squid pet swimming through the Lake, probably looking for its next unsuspecting victim.

He shifts you on his arms, tightening the grip around your backside. “What if it comes back... for more?”

You shiver at the thought, unsure if it's fear or arousal. “I think I'm safe,” you say with a slight smirk, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “As long as you don't come in contact with it...” you add teasingly. His face warms under your touch, and he looks away with a deep exhale.

“You know, I almost wish I'd remember what happened...” he then whispers, gently putting you down on a nearby crate (after checking for any lurking creatures). “I mean... seeing you like this, covered in my cum...” He clears his throat. “Must have been quite the experience...”

You snort, swaying your feet as you press your legs together and lean back on your arms. “It's also quite impressive... I mean, the sheer amount of it...” you breathe out with a soft chuckle, looking down at the dried up flecks on your stomach. Curiously you poke at it, scratching it off your skin mindlessly. His hand finds your wrist, and you look up in surprise.

His dark eyes bore into yours. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up!” he says firmly, ready to scoop you up into his arms again.

You hold him back. “I thought you liked seeing me like this...”

He scoffs. “I... do, but... next time, I want to be present when I... do that,” he mutters almost stubbornly, letting his eyes wander over your skin. “I want to see it hit your skin, feel the pressure when it shoots out, see it dripping down your body...” He licks his lips, his voice a breathy whisper as he stares at your mouth. “I... want to see you... swallow it all...”

A deep shiver makes you gasp softly before you reach your hands out and grab his arms, pulling him closer to you. He steps between your thighs, gently pushing them open, his gaze still scanning your body. Your fingers glide over his chest downwards, the muscles in his stomach tensing as you graze them.

“I want that too,” you whisper back breathlessly, that tension in your gut coiling up all over again.

Biting your lip, you look up at him, seeing the same desire burning in his brown eyes. Without breaking eye contact, you lower your hands until they brush against his erection. You're surprised he is already this hard, his tip coated in precum and the veins on his shaft throbbing badly as you move your fingers over them. You don't want to tell him this, but you have the feeling he's bigger than usual. Much bigger.

“Is this... still –” you stammer slightly, looking down finally, confirming your suspicion. He is huge! (He's always been rather big, but not this big...)

“– from that bloody squid thing? Yes. I've been this hard since I came to... Some potent stuff, eh?” He inhales sharply, probably in quite the discomfort in this state. Though you'd like to think you might be in more discomfort, imagining him doing it all to you with that thing. Especially your throat hurts just looking at his girth.

“Potent, yes,” you chuckle softly, trying to laugh it off, as you wrap both of your hands around his length, gently squeezing him. “So, do you need some help with this?” you offer quietly.

He raises his eyebrows, surprise plastered all over his freckled face. “Really? After everything I've done to you?”

“What? Do you expect me to run away just because you fucked me a little too hard?” You chuckle, continuing to stroke him expertly.

“A little? I... I think I did a little more than that...” he stammers, tilting his head.

“I thought you can't remember...”

“I can't... it's all a blur... but...” He extends his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just looking at you, I know I've been pretty rough with you...” He cups your cheek and presses his thumb against your bottom lip. “I've certainly fucked your throat,” he says quietly before his hand moves down your neck, his long fingers tentatively closing around it, squeezing lightly. “Choked you too...”

You inhale deeply as you follow the movement of his hand downwards. He brushes his fingertips against your breasts before flicking your nipples that harden under the touch.

“And I've fucked your tits...” he utters, letting a finger glide through the valley between them, scraping at a speck of dried cum. “And unloaded all over you... from your face to your chest to your stomach...” His hand moves lower, teasing your mound. “And by the looks of it, I might have fucked both of your holes... and filled them to the brim...” He teases a finger between your folds, the wet squelching sound confirming his words.

You swallow hard before you take a shuddering breath, licking your swollen lips as you watch him raise his hand, seeing a thick glob of creamy cum on his fingertip. Without even thinking, you let go of his cock and cradle his hand between your fingers instead, bringing it closer to your mouth. You hold his heated gaze as you extend your tongue and lick along his calloused fingertip, tasting his still warm essence. His eyebrows shoot up as he watches you closely, a deep shudder rushing through his body.

“And I believe we're both still under the influence of that squid juice, huh?” he says, his voice hoarse, his whole body tense as he steps slowly closer, pressing between your legs.

“Probably,” you reply, your own voice a breathy whisper. As your heart beats faster inside your heaving chest, you can only focus on one thing: the taste lingering on your tongue.

For a long moment, or so it seems, you just stare at each other, taking in the sight of the other's arousal, trying to make sense of those intense feelings inside you, the need, the yearning, the burning desire. Your breath hitches, and when you make up your mind on what to do, you place your hands on his chest and push him back before you jump off the crate, grab his shoulders, spin him around and not so gently shove him against the old wooden box.

He gasps, and when you get down on your knees in front of him, your hands gliding down his body until you grip his thighs, he inhales sharply as you start licking up and down his hard member, breathing heavily against his hot flesh. Cursing under his breath, he leans back, his body tensing under your ministrations.

Your mind is filled with that special kind of dizziness, no coherent thought is able to penetrate the haze inside it, all you do is follow the instincts of your body, its urges. And so you lap at his cock as if it's the most delicious piece of meat you've ever tasted (he probably is), your tongue gliding up from his base in one long broad stroke, over throbbing veins and tight sweaty skin, until you curl it along his tip, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily.

His noises range from shuddering breaths to deep groans to low growls and sinful moans. Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you see his face contorted in nothing but pleasure, his eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, mouth hanging open. You continue your assault on him by closing your lips tightly around his tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard, pulling more and more drops of precum out of his slit that you lap up with fervour.

Your own noises are muffled, rapid huffs against his skin, deep hums vibrating through his cock as you take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, feeling his erratic heartbeat thrumming against it, while your lips tighten around him as you bob your head back and forth, the friction on his hot skin causing you both to groan deeply.

Your eyes flutter shut as you force him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, and despite the initial soreness and reluctance of it, you press forward, your hands gripping his hips as you pull your head closer until your nose is pressed into his curly hairs and his cockhead is buried deep inside your throat, blocking your airways, enhancing the dizziness inside your head.

He lets out a strained grunt, stumbling against the crate, before his hands grab your hair, fisting it roughly as he pulls you even closer, holding you there until tears press past your lashes and the urge to gag grows stronger. Eventually you do, the uncontrollable shudders of your body making you twitch against him as spit and bile force their way up your throat, and as your fingernails dig into his skin, he releases you, and you lean back, spluttering and coughing, precum and saliva dripping from your lips as you take deep rasping breaths.

Wiping your soiled mouth, your chest heaving, you don't even care about the state you're in, you go right back to sucking him off, licking and nibbling and bobbing your head, repeating the motion, deliberately swallowing around him, until you feel him twitching inside your mouth. You lean back then, mouth wide open, tongue extended, hands gripping his base and balls, his heavy cock bouncing slightly against your lips as he climaxes with a loud drawn-out groan.

Holding your face in place, you barely flinch when his cum hits your skin, the first erratic drops painting your cheek and the bridge of your nose before the rest shoots right into your mouth, piling on your tongue, more and more, until your cheeks bulge when you have to swallow it, more spurts hitting your closed lips when you do, dripping down your chin, before you open up again, taking more.

The squid juice seems to lose its potency slowly, because apparently, unlike last time, he is able to stop at some point, though you've still received at least three mouthful and numerous hits to the face and to your chest. He is panting when he is finally spent, his own hand gripping his still erect penis as his eyes wander over the mess he made on you.

You lean back on your knees and lick your lips, wiping some lumps out of your eyes, before you scoop some up on your fingers to bring them to your mouth, though not to lick it off but to push your digits deep into your mouth to suck on them. He takes a shuddering breath, and the next thing you know, he is kneeling in front of you, pulling at your hand, grabbing your face and forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You kiss him back with need, your head spinning, all your senses so heightened you feel as if you're floating. He's holding you steady, your tongues entangled, licking and sucking, soft moans and whimpers falling from both of your throats. He ends up sitting with his back pressed to the crate while you climb onto his lap, his erection bumping against your stomach as you straddle him.

The kiss continues, messy and desperate, and after you grind your pelvis against him for a few long moments, his hands wander down your sides, pinching at your hips before grabbing your rear, kneading your soft flesh, pulling your cheeks apart and pressing you even closer to him. You shift only slightly, one hand between your bodies, until you grab his cock and guide it towards your needy entrance, your juices coating your sensitive skin, your walls already clenching in anticipation.

Lifting your hips a bit, you let his tip slip into your warmth, the stretch to your skin more than you've anticipated, but you keep going, slowly lowering yourself onto him, letting gravity assist you, until he is fully sheathed inside you, crown bullying your cervix, your walls moulded to his shaft, balls teasing at your folds. He fills you to perfection, and you moan deeply into his mouth as your hands lace around his neck, thumbs pressing against his throat teasingly.

His dark gaze meets yours while his hands grip your hips, deepening the bruises he's already left there, and you shudder under the sensation. Licking your raw lips, you stare at him, then dive back in to shove your tongue into his mouth, your combined moans echoing through the Undercroft. You don't even move at first, relishing in the fullness of having him inside you, warm and hard and throbbing, and for the tiniest moment your thoughts wander back to your little squid friend as you wonder where it is and if it will fill you out like this ever again.

Those thoughts dissipate the second Sebastian starts bucking his hips up, spearing you as he pushes even deeper, and you gasp against his lips, the sudden sting piercing through your nerves. Leaning back, your hands on his shoulders, you try to control your heavy breaths, watching him with a hunger you've never felt before.

Then you finally shift on your knees, straining your muscles to lift yourself up, and your walls cling to his cock as you move upwards, only to clench back around him once you slam down again forcefully. The motion causes him to groan while you press your lips together, a concentrated look on your face as you relish in the sharp pain whenever he hits your cervix. Repeating the same agonizingly slow rhythm, your body is soon covered in goosebumps, quiet whimpers escaping past your trembling lips.

His fingers dig into your hips as he lets you ride his erection, watching you with his pupils dilated and his tongue between his lips, breathing loudly through his nose. As you arch your head back, your hair falling over your shoulders, you moan loudly, your own slow pace driving you nearly insane. The more you move, the wetter you become, the combination of old and fresh liquids squelching with every downwards slam of your hips.

You feel dizzy again, barely able to keep going, and so it's him who picks up speed as he grips your hips even tighter, denting your skin, and starts thrusting upwards, bending his knees for you to lean against and for him to have better leverage as his thighs strain against your cushioned arse.

And while he bounces you on his lap, impaling you roughly with each quick snap of his pelvis, your fingers dig into his shoulders before you slump forwards with quiet, irregular whimpers, your forehead brushing against his as he looks at you intently, your eyelids fluttering as much as your walls flutter around his cock.

The sound you issue is a strained gasp, your throat unable to convey the sensation bubbling up inside you as you come with a force that shudders through your body like an earthquake. Your fingernails sink into his skin as your body convulses, your muscles contract, clamping down on him hard, and he groans under the pressure, barely able to keep moving as you tighten up almost impossibly.

He wraps his arms around you as you shiver, your orgasm crashing through you in waves of uncontrollable twitches, your head rolling back, your mouth hanging open as you stare up at the vaulted ceiling even though you cannot see a thing as bright lights and black spots dance in tandem at the edge of your vision, the familiar sensation of dizzy weightlessness taking over everything you feel.

While you float above it all, Sebastian anchors you to the ground, his embrace bone-crushingly strong as he grits his teeth and works his hips against the tight hold of your walls, his legs trembling as he pushes his feet firmly against the dirty floor, his knees shaking, his thighs straining, while he slips in and out of your contracting cunt until he lets out an almost animalistic growl as the tension within him breaks free.

With one final upwards thrust that pushes him deeper than ever before, he releases his load inside you, warm and sticky and unrelenting, cock twitching and spasming, his balls tightening as he empties himself fully, filling you to the brim and beyond until it slowly starts dripping from your tight connection. He collapses against you, holding you with his muscles aching, his head resting on your shoulder, his heavy breaths loud in your ear.

Eventually you come to, your head spinning, the warmth flooding your insides enough to ground you again. Your arms snake around his neck, hands rubbing over sweaty skin, your chest heaving against his. Both panting and exhausted, bodies pushed to their limits, you remain sitting on his cock for a long while, muscles clenching and relaxing around him, more of his seed dripping out of you.

You feel sticky all over and you couldn't care less. There's still not a single coherent thought inside your mind, there's only instincts. The smell of sex lingers in the air, and it fills your nostrils as you inhale deeply, sucking it in as if you can't get enough of it. And you can't. You slowly loosen your grip around Sebastian's shoulders and lean back against his propped-up legs, shifting on top of him.

He also moves back, head resting against the crate as he watches you out of hooded eyes, licking his lips while breathing loudly through his nose. You hold his gaze, hearts beating in tandem as you assess the situation, seemingly gathering your strength, knowing you are not done yet.

And sure enough, after the tension between you gets to both of your heads (or sexes more likely), his hands find your waist and he pulls you off his lap with ease, even though your walls cling to him as he does, and when he gently lies you down between his legs, your connection breaks and his cock slips out, followed by several globs of creamy cum that spill from your oversaturated cunt.

You're lying on your back, not even bothering about the dusty stone floor, looking up at him as he scrambles over you, your chest rising and falling fast, and when he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses to your quivering breasts, you gasp softly and relax beneath him, your skin tingling as he starts sucking on it hungrily, slowly working more and more bruises into it.

Breathing heavily against you, he makes his way up to your neck, continuing his ruthless assault as he nibbles on your pulse, sucking and licking, while you squirm slightly against him, your hands clawing at his arms, that tension in your stomach building up all over again. You press your feet to the ground and angle your hips up, missing the close contact as you push your pelvis against his needily.

He leans back and looks at you from under his lashes, his eyes nearly black with his pupils dilated, and the hunger within them almost scary. You swallow hard, ignoring the sting to your throat, and lick your lips. You see him clenching his jaw, that muscle flexing under his skin, and then he is in your face, mouth claiming yours for a searing kiss that leaves you completely dizzy.

But it's only a short, intense one before he leans back again, settling between your spread legs on his knees, his hand wrapping around his surprisingly still erect cock. You watch him breathlessly, the heat pulsing inside you, and when he pushes his tip against your folds, you inhale sharply, expecting your muscles to protest, but because his cum is still coating your walls, he slips in with ease, pushing into you with a loud squelching sound as he presses his seed deeper.

The sensation sends goosebumps over your limbs, even more so when he repeats the motion once more, and once more, over and over again, always fully pulling out, watching new globs of cum spilling from your clenching entrance, then pushing back in, until you're slightly gaping and all his seed is deposited deep enough to stay where it is. Only then does he enter you fully, easing his passage into your tight warmth with tiny thrusts before he bottoms out with a deep sigh falling from his lips.

You're a mewling mess, your stomach tensing as he fills you again. But he doesn't move yet, he stays there, sheathed as far as he can go, as he grabs your legs and presses them to your chest, holding your thighs firmly in place as he leans over you. Your arms are splayed beside your head, sweat trickling down your temple, your eyes unfocused as you look up at him.

He watches you, his breaths heavy, his dark eyes wandering over your flushed skin, over the love bites blooming on the soft mounds of your breasts and on the slender column of your neck, and over the fresh and dried streaks of his cum sticking to your chest and face. Seeing you marked like this, makes his heart race and his cock pulse inside your warm embrace. Marked as his.

It might be the squid fluid still clouding his mind, but maybe it's something else, something he's always stored away because he thought it might be too much, too strange, too outlandish to even think about.

Well, not as outlandish as your desire to shove a small tentacle monster into your holes, but still nothing he would just talk about freely. Not now while you're both stressed about exams and the future, even though those things have not crossed either of your minds during however long you've spent in this sex frenzy now.

But the thought comes back to him now, as he sees you splayed out beneath him, your feet dangling in the air, held wide open while he is balls deep inside your clenching cunt. He wants to go deeper. He wants to really mark you, deep within, he wants to fill your womb until you're overflowing, until any protective charm or potion gives out, he wants to breed you.

And seeing how achingly potent that stupid squid has made him just by oozing its fluids all over him (and you), it's the only thing he can think about now that his mind has passed the more animalistic phase of just rutting into you uncontrollably. Now the same rutting has a purpose.

It's like a sign from the gods, not that he ever believed in any higher power, but somehow the existence of a tiny sea creature that had the audacity to crawl into your pussy uninvited, which has been his for the last two years, made him realize that he needed to do more. He wanted to support you in your needs for unusual satisfaction, he wanted to be cool about it, but deep within he wants you to himself, inside and out, all of you, it should all be his!

With the squid gone, to hopefully never be seen again, this is his chance. To reclaim you, to show you that you don't need a strange creature to satisfy your deepest, darkest desires. All you'll ever need is him.

And while he imagines prodding your cervix, forcing it open to penetrate your womb so he can fill it to the brim and beyond, you lie beneath him, wondering why he is smiling down at you with that strangely absent look in his dark eyes. Has he forgotten that he's buried balls deep inside your needily clenching cunt? Should you remind him or rather use the quiet moment to try and catch your breath, knowing that he will probably continue your squid-juice-induced lust for each other.

You don't have to ponder this for too long, because suddenly he snaps out of it again, inhaling sharply as his fingers tighten around your thighs, pressing them firmer down as he shifts on top of you. But instead of using the position he's in to really piston his hard erection into you, he collapses on top of you, smothering you under his weight, his arms snaking past your legs as they cradle your head between his big hands. You can't breathe, but you also don't care as he kisses your earlobe and whispers:

“I love you.”

These three quiet words, barely audible, said with passion and desperation, make you shiver more than how his cock currently prods your deepest point. Exhaling the rest of the air left in your lungs, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, as close as possible, hands flat on his shoulder blades as your bodies mould together even more.

You feel his muscles moving under your touch, and while his lips press to that sweet spot right below your earlobe, his hips press down on you hard, and with the very uncomfortable stone floor in your back, not giving you any leeway, you can't help but cry out loudly as he impales you deeper than ever before, that sharp sting shuddering through you painfully.

The dizziness is back inside your head, and as he starts to give you short but rapid stabs, you're quickly overcome with that mixture of pain and pleasure, so close to the edge of making you scream in agony and mewl in nothing but bliss. Balancing the rather unfamiliar sensation, you groan and grunt with every slam of his hips against your tightly folded body as his cock slips in and out fast, now really pistoning into you with ease, with your juices flowing freely and your walls fluttering around him, stretching more with every deep thrust that seems to pierce right through your cervix.

He growls into your ear, arms tight around your shoulders as he holds you during his relentless assault, unaware of the tears streaming down your face and the quiet squeaks of discomfort that fall from your trembling lips, he doesn't even care that your fingernails draw blood on his back as you cling to him helplessly. He keeps going, faster and faster, in and out, deeper and deeper as he pounds away at you, balls slapping against your bum, those wet squelching noises echoing through the Undercroft.

It is when he seems to breach territory he might have never breached before, that you come around his cock with a shrill drawn-out scream, your walls clamping down on him, possibly trying to pull him back as his thick tip forces its way through your cervix, not that you are able to even think about any anatomical formalities while your body spasms wildly under the sensation, your toes curling up as you stretch your legs into the air and sink your fingernails even deeper into his skin.

Breathing seems impossible in that moment as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open and the pain explodes into a million tiny lights, blinding you, numbing you, almost paralysing you. While you are thrown around like a leaf in a storm by your unusual orgasm, Sebastian grunts loudly as he pulls back one last time before burying himself so deep inside you that the tight squeeze makes him come instantly.

With his twitching cock lodged inside your breached gate, his thick cum spurts right into your womb without any hindrance, and despite the shaking of his limbs, knowing that the squid juice is slowly losing its potency on him, he still fills you up, more and more with every erratic spasm, every squeeze of his tight balls, every pulsing of blood in his bulging veins.

His breathing eases in your ears as he slowly relaxes on top of you, while you lie beneath him, trapped by his body and an overwhelming feeling of nausea as he pumps you full of his seed.

He could stay like this forever, having you under him, deeply connected, claimed as his. But he notices the ragged breath you're trying to maintain, the way your body tenses around him, the way you're quietly... sobbing? His head is still void of any rational thought, the primal need he's just satisfied burning through him like a wildfire, yet when he lifts his head slightly and looks at you, looks at the strained expression on your flushed, wet face, your eyes squeezed shut, lips trembling, eyebrows furrowed, something pushes past the haze.

Worry... and guilt.

And eventually he slips away, the way out apparently easier as the way in, and when he does, he rolls you around with him, adding to your dizziness, until you can relax on top of him, your legs finally able to stretch fully again, your body unfolding as you rest on his warm body, though he quickly spins you around once more, making you lie on him with your back pressed to his chest and his cock squished along the cleft between your bum cheeks, before he places his big hands gently on your stomach, holding you in place as you lean your head against his shoulder, breathing deeply into his touch.

You don't question the weird position, you just want to come down from it all, your body screaming for a different kind of release, a break. Your arms and legs fall to the side, spent and boneless, and you don't even care how sticky you feel, from tears to sweat to cum dripping from your clenching hole. He seems to care though, at least about one of those things, as you suddenly feel one of his hands slipping from your stomach to cup your mound, his fingers blindly prodding at your entrance, pushing his seed back into your aching walls and holding it there.

You let him do whatever makes him happy, you just close your eyes and feel your consciousness slipping as all the escapades you just experienced catch up with you. With his hands on the small bulge in your belly and securely holding your pussy to prevent any more leaking, Sebastian is determined to remain like this, holding you trapped in his arms, but his stamina is fading too, and without being able to control it, his grip on you slips as he too slips into a deep slumber.

With both of you completely passed out after the unusual exertion, none of you notice the quiet scratching sound as the squid drags its body over the stone floor of the vast room, its tentacles pulling it forwards as it approaches the heap of limbs you two have coiled up into.

Sleeping soundlessly, your legs have fallen open, and with Sebastian's hand falling away as well, letting thick chunks of cum drip from your depths, there is nothing stopping the creature from crawling closer to your warmth.

Instead of slipping inside you with its head first like usual, it positions its tendrils at your opening, thin tips poking deep, squelching through the white substance seeping from you, and slowly the squid lets its tentacles pull it up and into your wetness, the wide base struggling to fit at first, but then, with a quiet pop, it slips inside, vibrating slightly to move closer to your core, and there, at your bruised cervix, it extends its tendrils, pushes right into your womb and erases any claim of ownership from the boy lying beneath you as it slowly feeds off his fluids now.

And when the bulge in your stomach is gone completely, the squid forces its way back out of you, causing you to stir slightly as it stretches your walls and pushes past your clenching entrance. Once it plops onto the floor with a wet squelching noise, it grows even more, its eight tentacles thick and long and covered in bumps and suctions cups, its body wider and longer and more rounded, its head a perfect triangle with soft edges.

Out of its base, where its puckered mouth still devours the feast it just snatched from your insides, it suddenly grows two additional tentacles, a lot longer and thicker than the others, its tips wider and almost egg-shaped. One of those makes its way back between your legs, teasing your folds before it slips in once more, struggling to fit before a pulsing motion goes through the appendage. When it retreats once more, it is much thinner.

The other new tentacle then does the same, pushing its rounded head into you with a loud pop, then undulating against you, slipping deep and leaving you a tiny parting gift before it pulls out again.

Then the squid lifts its body onto its eight arms (or legs), using the additional tendrils as support, and slowly crawls back into the shadows, away from the pile of unconscious bodies, a quiet tapping and popping sound echoing eerily through the Undercroft as it does so.

And luckily none of you have witnessed the strange transformation and behaviour, because none of you would sleep this peacefully otherwise.

Later

You wake up to a soft mumbling that seems to move through the room. Stirring slightly, you find yourself wrapped in an abundance of warm blankets, covering you from head to toe, and you're lying on the lumpy couch that smells like... soap. Actually everything seems to smell of soap as you take a deep inhale and slowly open your eyes.

You feel groggy, your eyelids heavy, your body too wrapped up to move, but you still feel your muscles aching despite the warmth seeping through them. Licking your dry lips, you look around in confusion, your head pounding horribly.

The murmurs continue, and eventually you find their source. Sebastian is slowly walking through the Undercroft, completely dressed, pointing his wand at everything and mumbling under his breath, and you see water and soap bubbles and steam spurting from its tip. He's cleaning the entire place, you realize, and with that thought, the memories come back, albeit scrambled and kind of foggy.

Groaning quietly, you close your eyes as you remember the things you two have done during your drug-induced frenzy. You feel hot all over, but the shivers still rush through you, causing your muscles to ache even more. A sudden sob escapes you as you feel a sharp pain piercing your insides, and as sudden as the noise, as quickly he is with you, kneeling in front of the couch, his wand clattering to the floor, as his hands gently cup your face.

You stare into brown eyes full of worry, and you blink slowly, swallowing hard, wincing again, forcing yourself to smile.

“Shh,” he makes and rubs his thumbs over your cheeks. “Take it easy. Don't move too much.”

You inhale sharply, closing your eyes for a moment. “Wh–” you start, but he shushes you again, scooting closer, one hand on your face, the other tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear before it leaves you again.

“Here, drink this, it'll help with the headache,” he offers then, holding up a small vial containing a green liquid. Wiggenweld. You gag slightly just thinking about tasting the bitter potion. “Trust me, it'll make it better!”

Screwing up your eyes, pursing your lips, you oblige reluctantly, letting him help you drink the awful thing. At first you would rather continue being in that gut wrenching pain, but then the effects settle in and at least the headache slowly fades away. You let out a strangled noise.

“How bad is it?” he whispers.

You can only groan, feeling... everything. Except one thing. Your memories are hazy, even more so when you try to remember more. You see an empty cage in your mind, but the feeling of loss you've experienced is replaced with something like relief, because there's that one memory, the last one you have, even though it's very flimsy and you're barely able to catch it. But you know it happened. You just know.

Your pet isn't gone. It has been here, with you, inside you, before everything has turned to black. But it is no more.

“Wh-where... is it?” you rasp barely audible as you open your eyes and look at Sebastian.

A dark shadow crosses his worried features, turning his freckled face into a stoic mask, his jaw clenching hard. He stares at you, long, unblinking, his eyes narrowed. After everything that's happened, after everything he's done, and is doing now to make up for those other things, the first thing on your muddled mind is that stupid squid?

“Gone,” he says coldly, his voice low. You frown at his tone, but then sigh and turn your face away. “But I'm here,” he adds quietly, sounding almost pleading now. You look back at him, your eyes wandering over his face. The shadow is still there, but his features soften slowly. “And I'll always be here for you...”

You furrow your eyebrows before you swallow hard, ignoring the strain to your throat. Wriggling out of your blanket cocoon a little bit, you raise a shaking hand to touch his jaw, fingertips brushing over the tensing muscle. He relaxes slightly, his own hand holding your face as he leans closer. You feel his hot breath on your raw lips.

“I'm sorry,” you then whisper hoarsely. He frowns at that, surprise washing over him.

“You're sorry? What for?” he asks, his voice slightly higher as he stares at you in disbelief.

“For... letting it influence me so much,” you reply quietly as you lower your eyes. “I... I should have been... satisfied... with what you're giving me... and I am, I am, Sebastian!” you repeat frantically as you look back at him, your hand slipping around his head to grab the back of his neck. “I love you...” you add in a breathy whisper. “And I don't need... a special pet... I only need you...” Even as you say this, you feel a strange emptiness eating at your insides. Might be the loss of a special little friend, but it's probably just withdrawal from its literally addictive properties.

He watches you closely, definitely noticing the conflict in your wavering gaze. “I love you, too,” he whispers and leans in closer, his nose nuzzling yours. “But don't fool yourself, love, you miss that bloody thing...”

You bite your lip and sigh, trying to hold his gaze. “Maybe... that's why I'm sorry... it's not fair...”

His turn to sigh before he huffs a quiet laugh. He doesn't say anything though, he just closes the rest of the distance and gently presses his lips to yours, his eyelids drooping. You kiss him back softly, closing your eyes and leaning into the warmth of his mouth which quickly spreads all over your aching body. The blankets feel hot and suffocating now, and you struggle slightly against them.

Yet instead of helping you loosen them, he moves his body onto the couch next to you, pushing you against the back of it carefully, one arm wrapped around you as the other cradles your head while he keeps kissing you. You squirm in his tight embrace, slowly leaning back, your eyes fluttering open.

“Why did you wrap me in so many blankets? I'm not cold...” you whisper against his lips.

His mouth twists into a smirk, and you feel his cheek warming up under your touch. “I... uh... heard warmth is good against sore muscles,” he says hoarsely. There's a twinkle in his dark eyes.

You scoff lightly, a strange thought creeping into your mind. “So you're not trying to... incubate something?”

His eyes widen, and he leans back quickly, his face, however, bright red. “What? No!” he says a tad too fast, looking along your body. “I... I... uh...” he stammers before clearing his throat. “Probably didn't work anyway,” he then adds under his breath, sounding almost disappointed as his free hand runs along your side and hovers over your stomach a little too long.

“You... want it to work?” you whisper barely audible.

“Would you?” he replies quietly, looking back at you almost timidly.

You blink slowly, trying to understand what he is even implying (though you're way past implications at this point, especially with his hand rubbing slow circles over your stomach). “How did we get from... fucking like rabid animals to... this? Wondering about... our future?”

“We're probably still high on squid juice,” he chuckles humourlessly, before his eyebrows shoot up. “Hang on, our future? Did you say our future?”

You frown, a deep throbbing in the back of your head. “Didn't you start this by trying to... breed me?” you whisper, your lips contorting into a smirk.

His eyes widen even more. “You remember that?”

“I was there, Sebastian!” you laugh and hit his chest playfully. “Of course I remember that... as a matter of fact, I can still feel it!” you add and shift slightly in your blanket cocoon, feeling the sharp sting deep inside your body. A shudder rushes through you as you remember how it felt when he breached your cervix.

His eyebrows furrow deeply, and he swallows hard. “I... I just want you to know that I... I wasn't thinking clearly, okay? That... that stupid squid and its... juices... I–I would have never done this, not without discussing it with you first, I was just so... so...” He inhales deeply and leans his head against yours. “I guess I was jealous after all... I wanted to... make you mine again...” he adds quietly, chewing on his lips.

You slip your fingers into his hair and gently massage his scalp. “But I am yours...” you whisper softly.

He breathes loudly against you. “All mine?” he asks, looking and sounding almost childlike when his deep brown eyes wander over your face, a tiny smirk playing around the corner of his mouth.

Laughing softly, but not too much as the motion seems to stir up all your aching muscles, you nod, gripping his hair tighter. “Yes...”

The smirk turns into a wide smile, lighting up his entire face. Huffing a seemingly hopeful exhale, he snuggles against you, gently pressing you against his chest as he holds you, kissing the top of your head. His heartbeat is hammering against your ear as you close your eyes and lean into his warmth.

You've always been his, through thick and thin, ever since he swept you off your feet in your fifth year (or rather the other way around). For two years you were completely committed to one another, unconditionally, depending on the other on more than one occasion.

And as you lie in his warm embrace, you realize that you've let a tiny magical creature slither its way between you, trying to lure you off the beaten path, seduce you away from him, and even though you've enjoyed the ride (quite literally), you know you'll never need anything else, anyone else, but the freckled boy holding you tightly.

← CHAPTER 5 // BACK TO THE BEGINNING?

End notes: Thank you for joining me on this unusual ride! This started as a weird little idea and escalated quite a bit. I apologize for it being so vile, I honestly have tried to write less... lewdly, but seems I just can't. Or I'll have to try again, on something else. You'll see!

You may also have noticed some hints I dropped in this chapter for a possible... sequel? One day, the Squid Smut Series may continue with more Squid x Reader adventures!

Until then, thanks again for reading and braving the filth! I appreciate each and every one of you, even if you just read this without engaging for very obvious reasons. I don't blame you. I wouldn't admit to liking this either, and I wrote it! XD (And to those who have shown their support: thank you so much! It means the world to me!)

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Helping Hand 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

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Silence. Excruciating and embarrassing. Here you are, a middle-aged woman, accepting a ride after being as good as stranded at your minimum wage job. How very respectable.

Streetlights flood in through the window and you let your mind flicker with the flashes of yellow. The tension is enough to make you want to throw yourself out of the car. You wring the strap of your bag and tap your thumb on your phone case.

“So, how was your day? Rather long,” he breaks the lull.

“It was… a day,” you answer, certain to keep your eyes out the window.

“Ah, yes,” he shifts his grip on the wheel, “forgive me for presuming overly much of myself, but have I upset you?”

You clear your throat as you mull your response. You should be honest. How long had you held your tongue and suffered? Why do that again? And for another man.

“Why didn’t you tell me who you are?”

“Hmm, yes, I suppose I was duplicitous but I thought maybe you might make the connection. When you didn’t…” he lets the end dangle, “I sort of enjoyed you not knowing. It always changes things.”

“Well, it would. It should. You’re my boss.”

You look down at your lap. This was easier when you were young, when you were ignorant of how little you didn’t know. Now, you’re all too aware of everything you’ve missed out on. Of all the glaring blind spots you have to fill in.

“Maybe,” he allows, “but we get on. Yes, I’m your boss, but it doesn’t have to be strained. You do your job well, neither of us need to worry about that.”

Easy for you to say, you bite down on the retort. You instead untangle your hand from your purse and rub your neck. You’re tired, you don’t have the energy for this. After a long shift, your call with Andy, and missing your bus, you just want to roll into bed and forget it all.

“I hate to pry but you didn’t have anyone to pick you up? A husband perhaps?”

You snort without thinking. You try to disguise it with a cough but it’s obvious. You drop your hand into your lap.

“Divorced. Starting over, if you can’t tell,” you blink at the road ahead. Your own isn’t as well-lit or certain.

“That’s tough. I can’t say I’ve been there,” he says.

“Still married?” You counter.

“Never done,” he turns the wheel slowly, “almost. Once. She didn’t show up at the wedding.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you don’t know what’s worse. The price of a divorce or a wedding without a bride.

“Don’t be. It’s a story to tell. A bullet dodged, I think. I suppose I could be on your end, starting over.”

“You’re right. I definitely have it worse.”

Your phone lights up and you squint at it before blacking the screen. Andy’s all caps message can wait. Along with the rest.

“Urgh, just here,” you point to the brown building before the corner. “Sorry, that’s me.”

He taps the break and steers up along the curb. He hums, “this is… a very interesting neighbourhood.”

“Trust me, I know,” you peek out the window and adjust your purse on your shoulder, “I’ll just get my keys now and run right up. It’s not that late.”

“I’ll stay until I see you make it inside,” he shifts into park, “just to be sure.”

“You really don’t have to–”

“I want to.”

“Alright, thanks. Have a good night, Jonathan.”

“You too,” he grins, “you’ve earned a good night’s sleep.

You smile, sheepish and stiff. You pull the handle and let yourself out of the car. Your hip pangs as you stand but you don’t show the pain. You gently close the door behind you.

You cross the pavement, your keys clutched tight as each step is quicker than the last. You can’t help it. You have a bad feeling. You’ve heard the shouting at night and a few times, the banging in the hall kept you awake.

You shove your key in the hole, cranking it with all your strength as the lock sticks. You sense a shadow behind you and hope it’s just another resident. You jar the door open only to hear a growl.

“About time,” Andy sneers, “I’ve been sitting out here for an hour.”

You face him in surprise. You keep a hand on the door.

“Why?” You ask sharply.

“You hung up on me. You haven’t answered me all day. God, you are just the same childish girl I married.”

“Right, Andrew, exactly, and we are not married anymore. I’m tired, I’m going to bed. I’ll call you when I have time.”

“You have time now,” he insists.

“I don’t,” you rebuff curtly. “How did you even find out where I live?”

He shrugs, “it was on the paperwork.”

You cringe. Of course, lawyers stick together. You can’t trust any of them.

“Not tonight,” you say, “sorry, Andrew.”

You turn and he grabs your arm. You try to free yourself but he’s just as stubborn as he’s always been. You jar your shoulder but only pull it at a bad angle. You cry out and Andy grunts, suddenly releasing you.

You turn and flatten yourself to the front door as you watch the skirmish. You recognise Jonathan as the light above you shines over the conjoined bodies. He has his arm around Andy’s neck, your ex-husband clawing at his sleeve.

Jonathan turns and flings Andy away from him, spinning to place himself between you and your uninvited guest.

“Go. Now. Or I’ll call the police,” Jonathan warns.

“Who the hell are you?” Andy sneers.

“Who are you?” Jonathan counters, his hand open and closing, ready to throw a punch.

“I’m her ex-husband. We’re talking.”

“Ah, ex,” Jonathan chuckles, “so that mean there’s no more talking.”

“Mind your business–”

“My business? I heard her tell you to go. So my business is making certain that’s exactly what you do.”

Andy scoffs and puts his hands on his hips. He juts his jaw out and looks at the man in front of him, then leans over to glare at you. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“You moved on fast,” he accuses.

You swallow. You won’t argue with him. “Good night, Andrew.”

“Yes, good night, Andrew,” Jonathan opens his hand and gestures towards the sidewalk.

Andy curls his lips and throws up his arms. He grumbles and turns on his heel, stomping off as you stand in another mortified silence. You swear, this man has been sent to see you at every low.

“Uh, thanks,” you utter, “and I’m sorry–”

“None of that is needed,” he turns to you, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m an adult. I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are a strong woman. I’m sure you didn’t need me here but I am happy I was,” he tidies his silk tie, “and now I shall leave you to your peace. It seems you don't get much of it.”

He nods his head and pivots on his sole. You deflate as you watch him go. It might just be worth it to quit to save what’s left of your pride.

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Hey, Lovelies. Sorry that I've been MIA, I'm kinda going through it and it's been impacting my motivation to write. I am hoping to drag myself out of this funk and get some new stuff out for y'all, though.. Just know that I love and appreciate all of you. <3

Azusa’s brain can’t even fully register what just happened. In the twenty years that she’s been on this godforsaken earth, never has Enji Todoroki ever laid a hand on her. His brand of abuse has strictly been mental and emotional. She’s never even been spanked. But as her brain short-circuits and she cradles her throbbing cheek with one hand, she’s in complete shock. Sounds become muffled and her vision takes on a distortion that makes everything seem surreal. Azusa doesn’t even feel like she’s in her body as she stands up to run out of the room. Enji’s voice rings in her ears, but he sounds distant and his words echo through her mind as she flees.

Unconsciously slamming Enji’s office door behind her, Azusa nearly slams into Bakugo. The two Rangers share a brief look; Bakugo’s eyes wide and an uncharacteristic concern blanketing his features, while Azusa’s face is stuck with shock and her eyes are swimming with fear along with so much more. Before Bakugo can even get a word out of his opening mouth, Azusa bolts for the elevator.

Azusa tries with every conscious thread that she can grasp onto to hold herself together for the entire elevator ride back to the floor her bunk is on. Her chest feels tight and her throat hurts from the strain of swallowing down her sobs and whimpers. When the elevator finally stops she stumbles out of it, ignoring the concerned and off-put looks from others around her as she rushes toward her room. She barely notices Aizawa leaning against the wall next to the door to her bunk, let alone fully registers his voice commanding those around to move on.

Azusa’s entire body is shaking as she struggles to unlock her door and when she finally does, she practically falls into her room. Aizawa catches her before she collapses, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly to his chest. He manages to close the door and the sound of it shutting finally triggers Azusa to break down.

Her sobs come out as choked wails of anguish only muffled by Aizawa’s newly tear-stained shirt. Her hands fist the back of Aizawa’s shirt, her knuckles white from how tight her grip is. She can hear Aizawa trying to speak to her, but his voice sounds like he’s underwater and she can’t think beyond every emotion crashing into her. Her cheek throbs with white-hot, tingling pain every time her face scrunches from another gut-wrenching sob. Suddenly she’s being moved, Aizawa guiding her to her bed and urging her to sit.

“Nonononono, please! Please don’t leave! Please, please, please!” She begs through sobs as she feels Aizawa peeling himself away from her.

Aizawa’s slimmer form gets replaced by someone’s bulkier, more muscular form but Azusa clings to them all the same. It doesn’t take much conscious thought to know that whoever this new person is, isn’t her father. Hesitant arms wrap around her in what would be an awkward and embarrassing hug if she were in her right mind. But she isn’t, instead her entire being is shattering as she wails into an assumed stranger’s chest.

“I’m sorry, kid.. Just, both of you stay here, I’ll be right back.” Aizawa’s apologetic tone cuts through the sound of Azusa’s blood rushing in her ears. She chokes on more pleas for him not to leave and flinches at the sound of her door closing. The arms wrapped around her tighten, but it does little to soothe her rampant emotions.

“H-he hi-hit m-m-me, h-he fucking h-it me..” Azusa stutters out as her shaking increases and her sobs become more guttural.

“I.. I know.” A male voice quietly rasps out and it’s a voice that Azusa is all too fucking familiar with. She tears herself away from the body that she had been pathetically clinging to as mortification shoves its way past all of the other emotions that have torn to the surface. Azusa and the man she’s despised the last two years stare at each other with matching looks of shock. Bakugo’s shock being from her sudden retreat, and Azusa’s shock being from realizing just who she’s been breaking down in front of.

“Ge-get ou-out,” Azusa whispers hoarsely as painful sobs still fall from her mouth, her body subconsciously backing up to the corner of the bed and beginning to curl into itself.

Confused exasperation contorts Bakugo’s features, “No, I- Marshal Aizawa said to-”

“Get out! Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” Azusa begins shouting, choking on sobs and wincing from the pain radiating from her cheek. Her hands come up to grip her hair at the roots as she continues shouting, probably looking like a complete lunatic.

“Todor-” Bakugo tries calling out to Azusa, but using her surname only seems to make her state worsen if the way she shouts “no” over and over again is anything to go off of.

“Damn it- Azusa! I’m not leavin’! I’ve been right on the other side of the door both times he’s yelled at you this week! I’ve been inside your fuckin’ head! I ain’t leavin’ you here like this knowin’ what I know!” Bakugo yells over her shouts.

Between her frayed emotions and her shattered mental state, Azusa doesn’t have it in her to keep arguing with Bakugo. Her throat feels like she’s swallowing glass and there’s a metallic taste on her tongue, but her wails keep coming. Her hands abandon their grip on her hair and move to cover her face. Her pain is intensified as her hand presses against her bruised cheek, but she buries her face in her hands anyway.

“Fuck,” Bakugo curses quietly with tired exasperation already stretched way past his emotionally-stunted limits.

Bakugo unties and kicks his boots off before cautiously crawling across the bed toward Azusa. Feeling the mattress shift, she recoils tighter into herself but Bakugo reluctantly ignores the action. Bakugo situates himself next to her and leans back against the wall, stretching his legs out. He spreads them out and gently pulls Azusa into the space between them, avidly ignoring how embarrassed and awkward the position makes him feel. She resists a bit but ultimately relents to lean her body against the front of his, her head resting against his chest as she continues to shake and sob. Bakugo lets his head fall back to softly rest against the wall and he looks up to the ceiling as a heavy sigh leaves him.

Azusa flinches slightly when Bakugo’s arms wrap around her body, his hands coming up to gently pull hers from her face. She’s starting to feel the exhaustion creep in but she can’t stop crying and all of the pain she’s feeling, emotional and physical, won’t relent. Her sobs have calmed down the tiniest bit, at least to the point that she isn’t choking on them anymore and she can kind of breathe.

“I-I wish th-that day w-would have ha-happened the way tha-that i-it should h-have..” Azusa cries and stutters out, and she feels Bakugo’s breath hitch in his chest.

“Don’t say shit like that.” Bakugo says in a quietly firm tone after a moment of silence, and it’s all Azusa needs to know that he understands what day she’s talking about.

“I-I mean it.. Y-you al-ready know..” Azusa cries with anguish.

Suddenly, her bunk door opens causing both her and Bakugo to startle. Aizawa walks in and Azusa wastes no time in detaching herself from Bakugo’s hold, and moving to the edge of the bed toward one of the only people in the world that’s ever made her feel safe and comforted.

“He already knows what, kid?” Aizawa questions, softly for Azusa’s sake, as he makes his way toward her with an ice pack in hand.

Aizawa hands the ice pack to Azusa, quietly telling her to gently hold it against her face. She takes the ice pack without a word, doing as she was instructed as she leans forward to rest her forehead against his chest. Aizawa may not have ever had kids of his own, but with Azusa being like a daughter to him, or at the very least a niece, he feels comfortable enough to be soft around her. Comfortable enough to let her cry against him, and to soothingly run a hand over her hair to try to calm her crying.

Aizawa’s eyes shift from Azusa to Bakugo who sits in place with a shaken look on his face. Bakugo’s eyes connect with Aizawa’s but all he does is silently shake his head at the Marshal’s questioning gaze. Aizawa lets out a quiet and tired sigh before looking down at Azusa, noticing that the poor girl’s sobs have finally calmed down to a less intense level of crying.

“Zusa, you should try to get some rest. You’ve been through a lot today, kid. Let your mind take a break for a bit,” Aizawa gently suggests and Azusa’s hand curls tighter into the bit of his shirt that she's gripping weakly at his side.

“H-he hit m-me, Sh-shota.. s-sl-slapped m-me.. I-I’ve never s-seen him so an-angry.. I-I’m usually s-so careful t-to not m-make h-him so-” Azusa stutters out weakly sounding absolutely broken.

“Sshh, sshh, Azusa, I know..” Aizawa says with forced calm, his inner rage reaching a boiling point with how fed up he is with Enji. “Bakugo, you can go. I’m going to stay with her a bit until she falls asleep, then I have some business to take care of.” Aizawa says, looking at Bakugo who still hasn’t moved from his spot or wiped the shaken look off of his face.

Bakugo seems to snap back into reality at Aizawa’s words and he forces a look of neutrality on his face, “Sir, I.. I don’t have anything that requires my attention at the moment. I can stay with her while you go attend to.. business.” Bakugo's voice is even as he speaks, but his fists clench tightly where they rest and his eyes burn with anger.

Aizawa studies him for a moment, pondering if that would be a good decision, but then he feels Azusa’s hand release it’s grip some and her body slumps a bit. He can feel a barely-there nod against his chest and he takes that as her being okay with that course of action.

“Fine. But if she needs me to come back here then I expect you to call me immediately. You may have been inside her head a couple of times now, Bakugo, but you don’t know what she’s had to deal with or the shit I’ve had to keep my mouth shut about, per her request, all of these years.” Aizawa’s slightly threatening tone makes Bakugo’s eyes widen a bit, but he nods his head in understanding. Aizawa gently urges Azusa to lean back and he carefully pulls her hand away from her face to inspect her swollen cheek. Anger blazes in his eyes and his jaw clenches, but he remains soft and careful in his movements and words of reassurance.

“Keep that ice on there for a bit longer, then try to get some rest okay, kid? I’ll come back in a bit with something from the Mess Hall.” Aizawa says quietly as he meets Azusa’s eyes.

“Okay.. Thank you, Shota,” Azusa quietly rasps out and reluctantly pulls away from him completely. Aizawa accepts the thanks with as much brokenhearted grace as he can muster as he gently pats her head a couple of times before stepping back.

“Bakugo, a moment?” Aizawa demands slightly as he opens the door. Bakugo is quick to get off of Azusa’s bed, leaving her with room to lay down and pull the blanket over herself, and he follows Aizawa to just outside of the bunk.

“I don’t know what kind of reconciliation or cease fire you two have put into place for the time being, but do not pick a fight with her right now,” Aizawa borderline threatens once again. “And we will be discussing what exactly you both were talking about right before I got back. Understood, Ranger?”

“Yes, Sir,” Bakugo says, slightly intimidated, and Aizawa firmly nods before turning to walk away.

“Oh, and Marshal?” Bakugo calls out making Aizawa pause and turn around, “Give him hell.” Bakugo says with angered seriousness.

Aizawa gives him another more determined nod before turning back around and walking away. Bakugo walks back into Azusa’s bunk and tries to close the door as quietly as he can, not wanting to startle her.

Azusa is lying on her side, her uninjured cheek squished against her pillow, and occasional shivers run down her body both from the cold ice pack and her fried emotions. She can feel her mind sinking into the safety that numbness promises and she looks up at Bakugo with almost emotionless eyes. She can only imagine the mess that she looks like right now, but at this point she finds herself uncaring.

“You can sit wherever you’d like, just don’t go through my shit.” Azusa rasps out and Bakugo gives an annoyed roll of his eyes before sitting himself down in her desk chair.

“Why the hell would I want to do that? We’re co-pilots, remember? Being inside your brain is enough.” Bakugo snarks, albeit with less heat than usual, and Azusa would roll her eyes if she had the strength.

A few moments of silence passes by before Azusa speaks again, “Anything you tell Sho- Marshal Aizawa won’t be anything he hasn’t heard directly from me before.. So, if you were stressed or something about the talk you guys will be having later, then don’t be.”

Bakugo looks at her with slightly widened eyes both from her admittance and from the near-emotionless tone of her voice. He schools his expression back into one of neutrality as he crosses his arms and looks at the ceiling, “Wasn’t stressed about it, so just try to sleep, ‘kay?”

“Whatever, Bakugo,” Azusa quietly replies, her eyes drifting shut. There’s another moment of silence before Bakugo catches what she says just barely above a whisper;

“Thank you..”

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Azusa groggily wakes up some time later to the sound of her bunk door opening and the hushed sound of voices talking. One of her eyes opens with ease while the other struggles to open halfway due to the swelling from her injured cheek. She groans as a yawn tries to escape her mouth, her cheek and the sore muscles underneath fiercely protesting such an action. The low voices quiet as Azusa slowly sits up, her fingers running through her hair attempting to tame it.

Everything that happened earlier tries to batter her freshly awakened brain, but Azusa is quick to throw up her walls despite how weak they are. “What time is it?” She asks without looking at the other two people in her room, her voice still hoarse yet emotionless. She hears the familiar sound of Aizawa’s signature tired sigh and her eyes shift to look at him.

“Bakugo, just go. They’re still serving food in the Mess Hall, then you need to get some rest, you both will be attempting another Drift trial tomorrow.” Aizawa says to Bakugo before turning to Azusa.

Azusa watches as Bakugo clenches his fists and his teeth grit together. She woke up too late to catch any significant pieces of the two’s conversation, but judging by Bakugo’s obvious agitation it wasn’t anything light. The blonde doesn’t put up much of a fight as he leaves Azusa’s bunk without a word, closing the door surprisingly calmly behind him as he goes.

“It’s a little past seven. I brought you some food, it’s not anything fancy just whatever was easy to carry.” Aizawa quietly informs her, stepping closer then sitting at the edge of her bed. “..You feeling a bit better after some rest, kid?”

Azusa silently takes the food from Aizawa’s hands and numbly unwraps the sandwich, “I feel fine. Thanks for the food.” She says, her tone still blank but she visibly winces as she takes a small bite of her sandwich.

Aizawa looks at her with a sad look in his eye and another sigh, “I know that you’re not fine, kid. You don’t have to shut down like this, not in front of me. Here, take these pain meds and drink some water.”

Azusa’s walls begin to crumble at Aizawa’s gentle tone and her hands shake as she sets her sandwich down, then takes the pain pills and water bottle. She chokes down the medicine and water as her whole body begins to tremble from the force of trying to hold back more sobs. Picking up her sandwich again she tries to continue eating, ignoring the tears starting to roll down her face.

Aizawa raises one of his arms, silently extending the offer of comfort that he knows Azusa needs right now. She doesn’t waste any time in repositioning herself, abandoning her sandwich to cling to Aizawa’s side. She buries her face into his chest despite her cheek screaming in pain.

A million thoughts race through her mind, battering against her skull as she cries. Is she really cut out for this? Would Toya be disappointed in her? Would she really be all that upset if Enji kicked her out of the Jaeger program? Why is Enji so angry at her all the time? Has she really pushed him to his limits? Is he going to hit her again? She.. she wishes..

“I wish you were my dad instead of him..” Azusa’s thoughts begin pouring from her mouth in broken stutters. “E-Enji hates me! Every m-move I make sets him off! I-I-I don’t get it! Wh-why have kids if you were going to make it clear that they were unwanted in the first place??”

Azusa can feel Aizawa’s breath hitch and his arm wraps around her tighter. As his other arm comes up to wrap around her, Azusa catches sight of his hand. It’s visibly swollen and his knuckles look split but they aren’t bleeding, at least not anymore. Distantly, a sick satisfaction settles in the back of her mind thinking about the shiner Enji must be sporting right now.

“I’m so sorry, kid.. sorry that you got stuck with a monster for a father.. sorry that I’ve kept my stupid mouth shut about his behaviors for so long.. I feel that I’ve failed you just as much as he has..” Aizawa says quietly, his defeat and guilt evident in his tone. He hugs her tighter and gently rests his chin on the top of her head.

Azusa shakes her head slightly, “Please don’t.. y-you’ve helped me and my siblings a lot over the years.. They wouldn’t, and I don’t, blame you for not wanting to interfere with another person’s career even with how that person treats their family.. it’s not like there’s ever been much proof.. except for now, I guess, since he’s decided to start getting physical..” She whispers out between sniffles and her unending crying.

Aizawa cringes slightly at Azusa’s words, but he knows that she’s right. Enji’s game has always been verbal abuse behind closed doors. There hasn’t been a chance to get proof in the past, but even now it would difficult to prove that it was Enji that hit Azusa. It’s an overall shitty situation.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything more, his heart hurting for Azusa. He just continues to hold her tightly as he ponders reporting Enji and whether or not the rest of the Todoroki family would be okay with that.

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