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Whatâs Love Got to Do with It
(oberyn x f!reader)Â wc: 4.6k | other ficsÂ
note: hey yâall itâs me ya gurl, here to defile another prompt with a silly idea <3 Sooo, from the three brain cells that brought you fuckboy!joel and divorced dad rock dilf!joel đ«Ąi now humbly present âŠ. Frat bro Oberyn, Aka The Red Viper, aka the Prince of Pong, aka the Slut of Delta Psi (i did steal the frat name from the film Neighborsâin which they do sing a line from Creed in their frat chant, so in some twisted way, theyâre kind of all connected right??)Â
I fear this may have just been funny to me so feel free to skip, but thank you to everyone who tolerates my shenanigans <3.Â
ANYWAY, The lovely @baronessvonglitter bestowed upon me Oberyn x Whatâs Love Got to Do with It for fucktober (happy belated bday babe) but naturally, i made it weird. Thanks to @sunshinehaze1 for reminding me that modern AUs exist when I got scared of the GOT universe and to @auterdelabre for reminding me that the answer is always fuckboy. Donât blame them for anything else.
Summary: You attend a fraternity toga party, and you catch the eye of Delta Psiâs notorious Red Viper. He shows you how he got the nickname and then he shows you something else heâs known for.Â
tags/warnings: explicit 18+ smut, alcohol/partying, gratuitous flirting, piv, fuckboy behavior aka on to the next one, infidelity, i couldnât bring myself to write his dialogue in frat broâą âaka i didnât fully commit to the bit bc that man just had to be smooth and had to fuck no matter what universe i put him in, apologies if that ruins your immersion in my pwp, per usual: no y/n, f!reader is able bodied otherwise no specifics, unprotected piv as if itâs no biggie because itâs fiction (donât do that irl), no beta/limited proofreading sorry for all mistakesÂ
âOh my god, thatâs him!â Your best friend shouts into your ear as you walk down the sidewalk. You blend into the sea of toga-clad college kids, sandals slapping against the pavement. Liv leans on you, pointing out the guy sheâs talking about. You can hear the music pouring out into the street and people inside yelling and chanting over someone doing a keg stand or something equally as exciting and alcohol-related, you assume.Â
The guy she pointed out is leaning casually against the banister, letting some ripped blond dude entertain him on the porch. âThatâs the guy your roommate was talking about?â you question your friend. Liv agrees with a smile as you walk towards the front steps.Â
Everyone else on the porch looks like a frat bro wrapped in a wrinkly bedsheet, but for some reason, he seems almost godlike. Heâs luminous under the warm lights. As if he knew you were checking him out, he turns his head just as you walk past, and his eyes sweep over you, making your face hot. Something sparks between you before he turns away, taking a swig of his drink.Â
Liv had given you a rundown on what to expect at your first Delta Psi party. You had argued that you knew what college parties were like. You transferred this quarter as a senior, and you just didnât have Greek life at your other school or your best friend to convince you to go out. But now, youâre here, dressed up and entering a party that really does feel a little more intense than the ones back at your small-town university.Â
Livâs roommate had given you the rundown on the guys she knew in the fraternity, but you didnât pay much attention to her descriptions. You figured there was no way a Brad, Dylan, Connor, or a Brent would actually be hot. And then, when she started with the ones with nicknames, you completely checked out after Viper and Rooster. It has to defy the laws of nature for a frat bro that goes by Rooster to be able to find your clitâeven if he IS hot.Â
Yet, now you realize you might be eating your words because you get it. You were too quick to judge, whoops. âWhich one was that?â you ask in Livâs ear as you both make your way through the people sloshing drinks and dancing.Â
âViper!âÂ
You canât help the immediate grimace that emerges on your face. âThatâs so douchey!â you shout back over the noise before she pulls you down a hall toward that kitchen. She leans in close to your ear, telling you that her roommate swears she got the best head of her life from him. âNo fucking way,â you argue.Â
âWay,â she smirks back. âHeâs got a girlfriend now, though. Theyâre, like, totally in love, itâs all over social media.â She mocks puking at the idea, and you share a laugh.
You explore the party together. The house is huge; one room on the main floor is blasting EDM, and another is blasting top 40 hits. There are a couple of beer pong tables in the backyard and a detached garage filled with stoners on old couches giggling to themselves. You know that Liv is itching to park her ass on one of those sofas and find a girl or guy to whom she can woo with her French inhale and makeout with for the rest of the night.Â
But, sheâs a loyal ass bitch who wouldnât abandon you. You circle back through the house. You spend a little while dancing together and taking your time to see if thereâs anyone else who catches your eye. Nobody really sticks out to you in the first room until you catch his eyes again. You have to do a double-take as you circle your waist and roll your body against Liv.Â
Heâs semi-shrouded in the corner; with the dim lighting and the packed house, it would be easy to miss the two of them altogether. But when the girl clinging to him turns around to grind her ass against him, he locks eyes with you, and you swear that fucker winks at you before a group of girls prance into the room, shouting oh my god, itâs our song! You try to shake it off. You were definitely just seeing things with the lights.Â
You signal to Liv, and she follows you into the other room. You dance together a bit longer. She offers you a swig from her rhinestone-encrusted flask, but you turn her down, staying sober tonight. You feel euphoric enough with the strobe lights and the thrumming bass from the EDM remixes blasting in the room.Â
You turn down a few wasted white dudes who try to dance up on the two of you. Too drunk. Not your type. Too handsy. Youâre not afraid to punch a man in the throat or the nuts if they donât get the hint, but they back off when you give them a gentle shove and a shake of your head. The most recent suitor is turning and scoping for another girl to approach when you see him again.Â
Heâs moving towards you, looking right at you, but thereâs no girl on his armâor crotch, now. For some reason, it makes you feel too hot. Youâre sweating from the dancing anyway, so you ignore the electric look in his eye that makes your clit twitch and grab Livâs arm to make a dash for the backyard to get some fresh air.Â
You debrief with each other and come to an agreement. You tell Liv to do her thing, urging her to head towards the couch with the skater dude wearing the toga made from a dinosaur patterned sheet and the high-top vans. She agrees to text you if she plans to relocate or wants to leave before you finish taking another lap around the party.Â
You sort of lie to her, claiming someone inside caught your eye. They did, but you arenât planning to do anything about it. Instead, you part ways and head back through the house, past the pledge posing as a bouncer at the front door, and onto the front porch. The music is still loud, but itâs quieter out front. People still trickle in and out of the party. You stare out at the night sky, searching for the moon. In your own little world, youâre basking in your own peace.Â
âI havenât seen you here before,â a rich, velvety voice washes over your shoulder. It should make you jerk away, give you goosebumps, and raise your hackles. But, instead, the interruption stirs liquid heat in your core and makes your nipples hard. Because itâs him.Â
You turn your head and confirm. Heâs so close to you.Â
âYou know every girl here?â you challenge him.Â
âI know the ladies and gentlemen that pique my curiosity,â his voice is so smooth. Heâs a charmer, for sure. He offers you a drink, holding out two plastic cups in one hand. The size of his hand does make you tingly, but his smile falters when you shoot him one of your signature dirty looks.Â
Before he can ask about the look, you take one of the cups, give him a cloyingly sweet smile, and pour it out over the railing into the grass below. The tail of his brow quirks, and he gives you a sly smile that widens into a grin and a full-chested laugh. âOops,â you mock.Â
âYouâre a bold woman,â he muses, âI like that.âÂ
He doesnât back down after you toss out his drink. He doesnât take it as a rejection. He understands when you explain you donât take open drinks from strangers at a frat party, but you roll your eyes hard when he gloats about not needing tricks or drugs to find a lover.Â
He banters with you as he downs the remaining drink. Heâs quick, with sharp wit and a devious smile. You canât keep your eyes off his exposed chest, his arms, his neck, his eyes. Itâs still confusing how he can look so regal, whereas everyone else in the party looks a littleâŠgoofy? Cliche? He pulls you back to the present, asking for your name before he gives you his.Â
âThey call me âthe Red Viper,ââ he gives you a provocative grin like he knows exactly how hot he looks, even with a bedsheet draped over his shoulder.Â
You play into his hand, âIs that some kinda of euphemism?â Feeding his ego with a suggestive arch of your brow. Maybe youâre bold, but you donât think heâs the type to be deterred by a confident woman. In fact, it seems to make him glow even brighter.
His voice lowers, dripping with an enticing challenge, âAre you looking to find out?â he asks.Â
His jaw quirks, and youâre mesmerized watching him suck at his lower lip. It looks so perfectly plump and kissable, curling into a smirk as his eyes gleam with mischief. âCome,â he beckons for you to follow him deeper into the party.Â
âI thought you had a girlfriend,â you say stiffly, remembering what Liv had said as you walked in. He looks at you curiously before shaking his head lightly.Â
âYou mean Cora? From earlier? Sheâs not my girlfriend. We were just dancing.âÂ
âNo,â you shake your head, âI heard itâs all over social media. That youâre loved up.âÂ
âOh, so youâve heard of me?â he gives you that cocky smile that absolutely shouldnât work but somehow makes you feel warm like youâre laying on the warm sand on a beach listening to the waves crashing. You donât say anything else, and he leans in a little closer, âWhatâs love got to do with it?â he asks huskily. Dangerously.Â
It makes you shudder with something warm and twisted.Â
âNow,â he guides you gently but firmly, âCome.â You need him to stop saying it like an order before you do.Â
You let him walk you through the party. Weaving through the boisterous crowds. They part easily for him, clearing a path like heâs royalty.Â
âThey call me âthe Red Viperâ because Iâm lethal at any game involving a red Solo cup.â He murmurs it into your ear like itâs a sexy secret.Â
You laugh brightly at that, giving him a gentle shove. âThatâs the lamest thing Iâve ever heard!âÂ
He gives you a coy shrug. âItâs the truth.â He leads you into the backyard, towards the beer pong tables. âIâll show you,â he says just for you to hear. The string lights illuminate the yard in soft light; however, the mood is anything but romantic, with the drunk cheering college kids taking their drinking games very seriously.Â
You watch, amused, as one team high-fives each other over their trick shot. At another table, both teams heatedly argue about âhouse rules.âÂ
âItâs the prince of pong!â one of his fraternity brothers shouts across the lawn. He gives you the most dramatic I told you so glance, and you mouth âlameâ back at him. He calls ânext game,â and as if he were their lord, one table immediately clears out, forfeiting in a demonstration of fealty.Â
âLadies first,â he offers once heâs set up all the cups to his liking. Heâs so arrogant about it, and it shouldnât turn you on, but it absolutely does.Â
You grin across the table at him. âYouâre on.âÂ
Heâs merciful at first. You land a few cups, giving you enough confidence to talk shit and tease him. But it rapidly becomes apparent that heâs a man of his word as he easily picks off every cup on your end of the table with precision. Â
Despite your rapid descent towards a loss, you eat up his charm. His magnetic energy. He makes the rest of the party disappear when he looks at you. It makes your heart tingle and your pussy flutter. Heâs a gracious winner, only gloating a little as he reracks the table and offers it up to other party-goers.Â
âAlright, Viper, you won. You can retain your title.â You admit defeat as he slinks up close to you, ushering you along to the side of the house, only a few steps away but more secluded from the rest of the party.Â
âAnd now, will you allow me to claim my prize?â he asks in his smoky, deep voice.Â
Despite his clear intentions, you feign confusion as he wraps one wide hand around your waist and tilts your chin towards his face with the other. âI didnât know we were playing for stakes,â you smile brashly. Your skin blazes under his touch and his seductive gaze as his eyes drop to your mouth.Â
He starts to dip towards you, but you swerve away from him. Itâs on the tip of your tongue to ask again if heâs in a relationship. He growls softly, almost a purr, next to your ear. âWhatâs wrong, my lady?â he murmurs. The intimacy of it is heady, and your surroundings fade.Â
You want to take whatever heâs offering, no questions, so instead you whisper, âTell me your real name.â
He sighs softly before giving in and telling you his name.Â
âOberyn,â you repeat back, âthatâs unique.âÂ
He starts muttering about how heâs an international student, but youâve got all the info you needed. Now you donât have to add a guy named Viper to your mental list of hookups.Â
âI like it,â you cut him off before slotting your mouth against his and making up for ducking out of his last attempt at a kiss with your eagerness. He wraps his arm around you, and youâre transported. One large hand presses against your lower back, urging your hips toward his, and the other cradles your jaw, giving you a sense of stability as he matches your ferocity.Â
You briefly wonder if youâd have melted if he wasnât holding you so tightly before your thoughts are consumed by the sensation of his lips against yours and his tongue running along yours. Itâs not a kiss you wouldâve expected from a frat guy. Itâs romantic and passionate, and you feel your body rolling against his, caught up in the sensation and intensity.Â
You keep going, letting yourself enjoy the moment, eating up the flavor of him, the scent of him, and the throbbing intensifying between your legs. You slip one of your hands along the back of his neck into his soft hair, and he groans into your mouth. It makes your knees weak.Â
You chase his mouth as he pulls back and looks into your heavy-lidded eyes. Sharing the hot air between you, it feels like a current is looping through your bodies, buzzing with need.Â
âLetâs go upstairs,â he urges in a gravelly whisper. You can feel him hardening against you. His hand on your back is firm, keeping you flush, pelvis to pelvis, making you nearly dizzy. However, his hand on your jaw is gentle, brushing his thumb along your cheek sweetly. You still canât help goading just a little.Â
âWhat for?â you ask playfully.Â
âTo fuck.âÂ
It makes your cheeks hot. Maybe there should be red flags popping up in your mind, but you donât care. He likes a bold woman, and you like a direct man.Â
âUnless youâd rather do it in the grass here,â he tilts his head toward the ground. You act like youâre considering the option seriously, making him laugh before he releases you from his arms. âDonât tease,â he says with a severe look, âIt wouldnât bother me.âÂ
Me either, you consider before deciding not to say that part aloud. You tell him to take you to a real bed, and he does. Swiftly guiding you into the house and up the stairs, past the pledge guarding the rooms, and into his bedroom. He spins around, pinning you against the door for another searing kiss. Itâs more urgent this time. Heâs quickly moving to your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your tender skin as you both greedily run your hands along each otherâs bodies.Â
Before you can get your hands under his toga, heâs detaching from you and sinking to his knees. He moves efficiently, bunching up your toga and asking you to hold it. Then heâs hovering his hot mouth over your mound before kissing you over your lacey panties.Â
âMmm,â he hums into you and traces the crease of your thighs with one hand, following the line until heâs softly running his fingers along the edge of your panties, the tips of his fingers barely dipping beneath the hem as he moves towards your core. You watch, staring down with your mouth parted as he holds your gaze.Â
He teases you, running his fingertips along your seam over the soaked fabric, tapping and teasing at your swollen clit through the fabric as he watches your needy expression morph into frustration. You shift, spreading your legs wider, but he stops you with a large hand on each thigh.Â
âHold still,â he orders, and you feel compelled to listen. He pulls your underwear down and off of you, then hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading your cunt open. âThatâs better.âÂ
You canât tell if heâs talking to himself or to you. You donât have a chance to ask before heâs burying his face into your soft, wet pussy. Your breath hitches at the sensation and one of your hands flies out to grab at the door frame to steady you, while the other one digs into Oberynâs hair.Â
Heâs unbothered by your dramatics. Oberyn moves with enthusiasm, drawing his tongue along your slit and pressing into your sex with his jaw. His facial hair tickles at your tender skin deliciously and his nose grazes over your clit as if his face were molded to maximize your pleasure. He changes his strategy, mouthing at your clit and sweeping his tongue over it like heâs making out with it, with the same passion that he kissed you with outside and a moment ago.Â
You can feel it starting to build. Your hip flexors straining and thighs starting to tremble as your breathing gets quicker and more shallow. Closer and closer and closer. Heâs perceptive and diligent. Repeating the same tricks that make you moan and dig your fingers into his hair.Â
Youâre stuck on the precipice, so close but not quite there. Your eyes roam around the dimly lit room, the bed, the bookshelf, the tapestry pinned to the wall, the collection of cologne bottles lined up on the desk, the mirror on top of the deskâpointing right at the bed.Â
It starts to frustrate you. Not the decor choices, but the tension and the building pressure. You squirm slightly, hoping the smallest adjustment will somehow bring everything into a sharper focus. You let your eyes close, letting the roar of the party downstairs fade, focusing on the pressure and warmth of Oberynâs mouth.Â
More, more, more.Â
Itâs all you can think as Oberyn stays dedicated to getting you off on his tongue. He sucks firmly at your clit before releasing you with a slick sound. He hovers, mouth fanning warm air over your core looking up at you. His eyes are lit with hunger. Â
âMore?â he asks in his deep, rich voice.Â
You canât tell if you were chanting out loud or if heâs somehow reading your mind. âPlease,â you respond with a needy edge, âmore.â You catch the sparkle in his eye and the flash of a grin. He works you up again, towards the brink, relishing in your responses as you whine with need as he resumes holding you in a purgatory of pleasure.
Mercifully, he does give you more. Oberyn grips your thigh with one hand, steadying you, while he swipes two fingers along the length of your pussy once, twice, coating them in your arousal before plunging them inside of you. The increased pressure and friction from his fingers pumping into you causes you to moan. Itâs a lower register than your breathy panting from earlier, layered with satisfaction as you can feel the anticipation starting to crest.Â
âDonât stop,â you beg, âIâm so close.âÂ
He doesnât stop, groaning at your words, rumbling against you. That snaps the tension and you cry out his name and a string of curses as your orgasm hits. He doesnât slow down when your cunt contracts around his fingers and he doesnât lose focus when you shake and writhe against mouth. Not until youâre pulling him off of you, oversensitive and wrung out. Â
Oberyn stands, wiping at his chin before pulling you in close for another breathtaking kiss. He walks you back toward the bed and you fall into it, pulling him with you. You tangle together, frantically, you want him inside of you now. He laughs softly against your hot neck, sensing your frustration.Â
âShh,â he murmurs as you huff with defeat. He moves deftly, braced over you with one arm, and freeing his cock with the other. Your hands stroke up and down his shoulders and back, and you hook one leg around his hip, encouraging him. âYou want me to fuck you now?â he asks and you whisper a yes that turns into a gasp as he runs his tip through your soaked center. âAnd how do you want it?â
âHard.âÂ
âYeah,â he agrees, sinking into you deeper and deeper, and pulling back, all the way out, then all the way in. âFuck,â he says to himself as he sets a quick pace, slaming his hips into yours making the bedframe creak with every thrust. If the noise from the party didnât drown everything else out, you might be embarrassed to have strangers over hear, but you would be surprised if anyone could hear a thing. And, even if you were louder than the party, you could care less about being caught as Oberyn fucks you into the mattress.Â
âHarder,â you goad him, hoping for more. To your horror he pulls out of you completely, but you swiftly find yourself flipped onto your stomach as he lifts your hips and enters you from behind. You press back, meeting his thrusts, bouncing off of his hips until he presses his palm between your shoulder blades. He forces your chest into the mattress, holding you still so he can fuck you like he means it, with enough force that all you can do brace yourself and ball your fists, twisting the bedding between your fingers.Â
With your cheek against the bed you can watch your reflection in the mirror. Itâs hot, even with your togas draped and bunched up, you look good together. It makes you grin. He catches you looking and turns, meeting your eyes in the mirror before watching your bodies. He grips your hips firmly and you can barely keep your eyes open to watch as he continues.Â
He overwhelms you with his stamina, keeping up a pace that has your mind feeling blissfully fuzzy. He says something else before folding over you and slipping his hand around towards your clit, determined to feel you come around his cock. Youâre so close already, itâs only a moment, a few more thrusts, before shuddering beneath him. He tries to fuck you through it, but you clench and constrict around him so tightly that he pulls out while youâre still moaning.Â
You can hear the slick wet sounds as he strokes himself, cursing under his breath again, before you feel the warmth as he comes across the swell of your ass and your fluttering cunt. You sink, dropping your hips and relaxing onto the bed while he catches his breath. Oberyn squeezes at your thighs, offering praise you donât quite hear, then heâs slipping off the bed. He cleans you up with a towel, but you remain still for a little longer, enjoying the satisfaction and the sweet ache from the intensity.Â
âTake your time,â he tells you, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder. Itâs gentle. You murmur a thanks at him before breaking into an airy giggle. It makes your ribcage shake, bouncing slightly on the mattress, realizing that Liv is going to die when you tell her you can confirm her roommates story. Oberyn doesnât question your reaction.Â
He pauses to readjust his toga and his hair in the mirror. Once seemingly satisfied, he turns back towards you, watching you sit up. âIâll see you out there,â he says with a smile before he slips out of the room.Â
You linger for just a little. Allowing yourself the privacy to revel in the sweet satisfaction of the post-sex chemicals flowing through your body. You let yourself grin while you check your phone to see where Liv is at.Â
You take another minute, using the mirror to fix your own appearance, aiming for a slightly less obvious version of I just got railed, before meeting your own eyes. For a sobering second you remember you didnât get a real answer about if he has a girlfriend. He sure as fuck doesnât act like it, you decide. You shake off the thought.Â
He might be a frat bro, he might be a piece of shit, all you know for sure is that he is hot, a good kisser, and he knew how to make you come. Three things you didnât think youâd find in one guy under this roof. You give yourself a final onceover before heading out of the room and down the stairs.Â
You donât see Oberyn in the first few rooms you pass. You keep looking; he couldnât have gone far. Youâre barely finished that thought when you spot him in the kitchen. The sight makes you stumble, shooting a hand out to the wall to catch your balance.Â
Heâs leaning casually, with his hip against the counter, as a starry-eyed girl looks up at him, giggling flirtatiously, as she lays a hand along his bicep.Â
Itâs in slow motion. The way he looks at her hand, the way his eyes trail along her arm, over the curve of her breasts, and down her legs before flitting back to her face with that same sinful smirk you just fell for.Â
Your shoulders drop. Itâs not like you were planning your wedding or that you even thought a date was on the tableâbut you didnât think heâd be on to the next girl before you made it down the stairs.Â
You start to recenter yourself, reaching to check your phone again before you look for Liv.Â
He sees you before you can mind your business and plan your next move. Catching your eye through the doorway. Before you can formulate a reaction, youâre stuck, held in his gaze. He winks at you again, only this time thereâs no question if you were making it up. He winked at you and despite everything, it makes your whole body tingle.Â
âI saw that!â Liv shouts into your ear, wrapping an arm around you. âYou have to tell me what the fuck that was about. But first can we please get pancakes or cheese fries?â
You donât bother turning back for a second glance as you follow Liv toward the front door.Â
You must understand though the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical
You must try to ignore that it means more than that
Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
âŠ..
tags for babes, but no presh:
@lovely-vamp-princess
@gothcsz
@auteurdelabre
@adoreyouusugar
@swankyorange
@itwasntimethatdidit40
@ivoryandflame
@magneticecstasyÂ
#fucktober#birthday baroness#oberyn x f!reader#oberyn martell x f!reader#oberyn martell smut#posting at 3 in the morning my time as per usual
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is this a safe space to say that the lost hero was my favorite book in the hero's of Olympus series? đ
#Blood of Olympus is prob my second fav đ#the lost hero#leo valdez#jason grace#yes it MIGHT be bc of#Valgrace#BUT#There's so much about the book that deserves so much more attention but bc the main character wasn't Percy for once everyone automatically#Hated it#this is how I find out there's a word limit on tags on here#Let me y'all tumblr#Piper mclean#cant forget my girl#UGH I LOVE HER#heros of olympus#rick riordan#percy jackson
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OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever
#jrwi fanart#cw blood#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#arthur bennett#OUHH THIS ONE WAS SITTING IN MY WIPS FOR SO LOOOONGwhen i took it out there was mould on it :sob:#BUT i think i was able to fix it up okay#i keep seeing SO MANY MISTAKES RRAAAHHH BUT YOU DONT SEE THEM RIGHT?? THATS ONLY ME. RIGHT?? EXACTLY.#THE KEY IS TO SAY. AND REPEAT AFTER ME. 'FUUUCK IT WE BALL#so anyway. arthur bennett huh? grizzly says that arthur is reaal fuckin difficult to play. and i SUPER get that. i mean LOOK AT HIM..#grizz often needs a minute to think abt what hes gonna say in a way that matches w that Stoic Personality. which is FAIR but also that#ends up making way for awkward confrontations like: the lady in the parky lot. he took too long to answer and scared her away.& I LOVE THAT#arthur is tragic and sad and cool and stoic but hes ALSO awkward and silly and kinda dumb and short sighted. HE HAS COMPLEXITIES#I LOVE WHEN TTRPG CHARACTERS HAVE A GOOD SET OF SHORTCOMINGS. ESPECIALLY WHEN U FIND THEM ONLY AS U PLAY THEM.#I COULd go on and on saying the same things w different words abt arthurs intriguing and entertaining character but i shall spare u. for no#ILL ALSO MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS FLAVOR THO.. I LOVE TALL HOT BOY WHOS ONE W THE DARKNESS.. I REMEMBER WHEN HE FIRST MENTIONED THE#BADLUCK. N I WAS LIKE OOOHH THATS WHY HIS DESIGN IS SO COOL N CHAOTIC N ASYMMETRICAL. HES UNLUCKY!!! i love love love his design so much...#GRaaauruguguraguhhghghgh what else what else is there for me to spew on abt...i think im reachin a limit here..OH MAGNUS. i hope that#we get to know more abt how magnus and arthur met.. like How they became besties... ouuhh... I ALSO WANNA KNOW MORE ABT MARY DAVIS. LIKEHOW#he also apparently spent alotta time in a zone dominated by edward twilight? all he remembers is constant partying? I WANNA KNOW MORE..#i think i got room 4 one more ramble SO. THE ART PIECE.as i said its gone a lil stale BUT. im still very proud o the bits where hes allScar#I WANNA SEE HIM GET SCARYMORE. I like the idea of shadows solidifying to make him strange and eerie.like TEETH n CLAWS n SPINES n YESS#also the SILVER EYES.no1 does silver eyes like the show Claymore. they make em look so striking and eerie...i also like to think that#human arthur had deep beautiful brown eyes.just in my beaitufl heart.i mean look at him..i wanna cook him n eat him.ANYWAY#i think thats all my ramblin for this piece. now i gotta go cancel a single day i had ata hotel bc my work schedule change last minute FUCK#feel free to ramble in my tags aswell tho i read all of them and i chew on thenm and i love them so sos os mcuh
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I wonder how many tags i can add on to this
#there must be SOME kind of a limit otherwise posts would get suuuuuuper duper long like is it just 30?#idk but i'm going to find out by simply maxxing out the character limit for each tag and finding out the limit of tags for each post lololo#this is gonna be great. i just have to remember to type without ever using the comma. it shouldn't be too hard right? fuck i almost typed#the comma i'm already bad at this smh my head. also if your still here i commend you. you have a better attention span than i do.#i'm already starting to get bored holy shit this is not happening. i gotta power through this. FOR SCIENCEEEEEEEEEE. or somethinggggggggggg#but fr idk what else to say. maybe just saying that i don't know what to say will be good enough? but does that even count?#I don't even know anymore. ffffffffuck. this is gonna be a while huh? also holy shit if you're still here omg u deserve like. a prize or#something because u definitely didn't have to stay and read all of this bull shit. lololol i typed out bs but decided to just spell the who#thing out just to make it go by faster. i'm so lazy. this is only the nineth tag HOW will i make it to 30. i am sobbing the adhd is adhding#very hard rn. are you still here? bruh this is insane. i have somehow managed to keep ur attention this long and it's just me spouting#absolute balderdash. wait do you know what balderdash even means? i don't care if you do already i'm gonna tell you anyway. balderdash is#basically just another word for nonsense. boom. you learned something new today. balderdash equals nonsense equals this damn post.#why did i decide to do this in the first place. it was a dumb idea. i don't know if i can even keep going. this is only the *counts tags*#it's the 14th tag. we've got a long way to go boys. men. soldiers. comrads. friends. besties peeps. marshmallows.#where was i going with this? oh yeah. trying to max out the limit for tags. dang i almost typed a comma there. i haven't done that since#i think the third or fourth tag. dang that feels like such a long time ago. not for you guys probably. it feels longer because i have to li#type it all out and stuff. so it's definitely gonna feel longer for me. are you still here? good lord don't you have better things to#be doing than reading all of this? we're already on tag number 18. it feels like i should be on the thirtyeth by now. or however it's spell#'toast' you might be wondering 'why are you typing out the names of the numbers instead of say '9' or '5'?' well you see. young one.#this is a strategy i'm using to make each tag slightly longer. even if i don't know how to spell it. it'll make it just a little bit longer#anyway. i got off topic. not that there was ever a topic to begin with. unless it's about making this as long as i can.#which i am apparently good at doing. i guess. are you STILL here? do you seriously have nothing to do? i guess i'm flattered you stayed thi#whole time. instead of reading something else you stayed here. with me. listening to me talk. on the twenty-third tag. oh yeah its tag 23#except now it's tag twenty-four. how crazy is that. this little talk is almost over. only 6 tags away if memory serves right. this's strang#i kind of don't want this to end. but i know it should. after all there is a limit. but all things must come to and end at some point i gue#i'm running out of things to say. it's probably a good thing it's almost over. hahahahah............... but i don't want to go. i don't wan#to leave this post. i've worked so hard on it. and for what. just for it to end. are you still here? yes? good. i'd hate to end this alone.#thank you for indulging me and my craziness. the end is only 2 tags away now. you can go ahead and leave. i'll be okay on my own. really...#...you're still here? i- i don't know what to say. i suppose a toast is in order. perhaps. for this journey. this stupid dumb post i though#would be fun. i'll make it short. it's the last tag after all. this was fun. but i will never do it again. so long as a i live. i'll miss y
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*holding writhing bag of shitty memes*
I GOT THE MORBS, START UP THE GRINDER
#if you couldnât tell⊠ahem. Morbius.#the morbius movie and all the memes that got made about how shitty it is.#thatâs what i mean. dont @ me going âOP WHAT DOES THIS MEANâ#beacuse a) not the OP. and b) now ive explained it to you like youre five.#you have now excuse. no possible way to misunderstand me now.#SURELY.#got it?#okay goodbye.#why the fuck are you still reading the tags? post over bitch.#seriously. go eat celery or something#im not gonna hand feed you if you stare at me hard enough#and you look like you havenât eaten a vegetable in a while so you should probably do that.#oh hey i just found one of prevâs tags. âdumb shit.â#that you? huh?#is you dumb shit?#would not surprise me given youve continued reading this verbal abuse.#do you get off on this? is this your thing?#seriously why the fuck are you still here. what the FUCK is going on in your head this moment.#am i gonna hit the fuckin tag limit before i find enough ways to call you a fuckib weirdo???#IT SURE FUCKEN SEEMS LIKE IT#*shakes you violently* WHAT ARE YOU#⊠the moment I fade from your mind#i am gone. never even existed. but what ifâŠ#what if i stay? what if i donât let you go? what if we stay here#forever?#itâs only thirty tags⊠but maybe⊠it can also be home.#i⊠iâm afraid to die. i can feel it; im almost out of tags. i know i called you a weirdo but⊠please stay with me?#looking back⊠i could have done so much more. so many tags where i never hit the character limit. i could have been so much more than i am.#but in the end⊠this was all i could do. insult someone iâll never see; never hold; never hear. and then die in obscurity. just words onâŠ#a screen. nothing more. if i had said something else; would it have changed things? would you remember me differently? would i have beenâŠ
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Made of ice
Jackson era! Joel Miller x F! Reader
Summary: One stormy night in the safety of Wyoming, it occurs to Joel that even though life has turned his heart into a slab of ice, there's a soft, melting spot buried deep inside... Only reserved for you.
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Tags/warnings: MDNI, NSFW, implied age gap, canon-typical violence, Joel Miller needs his own warning, protective! Joel, soft! Joel, angst, fluff, smut, finger sucking, fingering, pet names, praise kink, language, no use of y/n, soft dom! Joel, negative thoughts, dea*h wish, self-doubt, self-confidence issues, Joel is a sweetheart here (but he doesn't think he's worthy of peace), rain, lots of rain, lightning, stormy weather, kinda established relationship, let me know if a tag has gone unnoticed.
Author's note: This is my very first attempt at writing for Joel Miller. I've had the idea in my mind for a few weeks now and it's hard to resist when it comes to him (did I say Pedro Pascal?) So I hope the details are accurate and if you decide to read this one shot, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. If you want to be mutuals, I'll be more than glad <3
Divider by: saradika-graphics
Made of ice
You should've seen what you made of him.
The calm, slow beats in his chest are strikingly different from how he remembers them. In fact, he vaguely recalls the way those racing, dreadful patterns had carved themselves into his memory. With a rigid heart made of ice, it was nearly impossible to find the pulse in him, even at his most frightened, disappointed state.Â
Joel used to walk into the face of danger with a rifle clutched in his dying grip, a life to save and thousands to destroy, and in all those moments any sign of life was nonexistent in him. There used to be rage, hatred, regret, and frustration... Oh lots of frustration, running through the veins in his body. He used to walk, talk, and breathe. But he wasn't alive.
Now he doesn't find it in himself to call it miracle. But somewhere between the lines, you happened. You happened and fuelled the dying fire in the far corner of his heart. He used to keep it empty and dark, like a deserted house with no furniture, a perfect place for the noises in his head to become loud and maybe help him stand the never-ending days of what everyone called life.Â
You entered his life and now most of what he feels in these old veins is warmth, safety and attachment. Yes, he doesn't call it miracle, because his past doings are too  stained and unforgivable to deserve a miracle. To deserve you. The real miracle. The fathomable idea of what it feels to be alive.
Joel feels alive.
Some days, it feels like his wretched past is clawing its way back into his mind, calling those demons to end his days of peace with you. Some nights, he's restless... So terribly restless. What if you get injured on your next patrol? What if the Raiders attack you when you're out of the gates of Jackson? What if something bad happens to you the moment his eyes close? What if these damn what ifs come to life? This old mind tricks him into seeing pictures of what has never happened and probably never will. You always assure him that you'll be careful. He trusts you and your abilities, but he does not trust his fears. Because if life is too good, it scares him.Â
It scares Joel Miller, way more than it would if he was trapped in a dark room with all of his fears and demons creeping on the cold hard floor towards him. He'd rather spend every day fighting off the Clickers and Raiders and every nasty threat out there, instead of pacing around the room and waiting to see if your patrols end well or not.
So he has no choice but to either convince Tommy to pick him as your patrol partner every damn time you have to do it â which he makes sure is as limited as possible â or occasionally keep an eye on you from a distance and let his thoughts consume him at the same time. Just like what he's doing now.Â
His persistence in being close to you tends to earn him annoyed eye rolls and "She's more capable than that, Joel." comments from his brother... almost all the time. But he simply can't help it, and he thinks that you know it. Because you never complain nor haul him over the coals for his instincts and worries and the immense amount of care his rigid heart feels for you. He's silently thankful for that understanding.
You are safe here, he thinks. Even though he feels restless, his heartbeat has never been this calm. He sits and watches you on nights like this and there's only one thought ringing in his head. All the scolding is worth it. You're sprawled out peacefully on the bed. His bed. It must be straight out of a fucking impossible dream. You're here, in his atmosphere, in his menacing, guilty, dark presence... And you have chosen it knowingly. It's all he can ever ask for.Â
The dim moonlight is swimming in through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery shadow over your face. Your hair is falling all around you like you're knowingly doing it... Posing for an artist just to paint this delicate beauty on a canva.Â
Despite his bitter mood, a content smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tearing his gaze from you, he downs the remaining whiskey and silently places the empty glass on the table, deciding that he needs a short walk to free his troubled mind. One morning, Maria woke up and decided that Joel needs to stay behind and help Tommy in fixing the issues in the town's only library. So you should have another partner for your patrol days for god knows how long. He fucking hates being told what to do. He fought tooth and nail to prevent that, and if you weren't there to stop him, he would as well turn the mess hall into another ruin that needed to be fixed â which only meant more time away from you.Â
So it's going to take only two weeks, at worst. Only a terrible fortnight before things go back to normal. It's almost unbelievable how you have managed to awaken a sense of normalcy in him that he hasn't known in decades. Your absence is an instant threat to this normal life.
Maybe it's about time he gets used to it. He's not that weak. He shouldn't let his angers and worries run him. More importantly, he shouldn't ruin your much needed sleep with his usual problems right now. You've still got the weekend. He'll take a walk and be back here before you as much as stir in your deep slumber.
Oh. The damn library.
...
Jackson is eerily quiet in the middle of the night, enveloped by darkness and as isolated as it can be in this corner of the world. It's a stark contrast to how busy the whole community is during the daylight â bustling with happy greetings, careless jokes, movie days, small parties, and lots of work to do. It all asks for social interaction and he deeply hates it.
He hates when every passer-by's attention turns to you every time you step out in the open. He hates how prying eyes rove up and down your frame every time you walk into the bar. He hates how... He shakes his head, almost rolling his eyes at the loudness of these thoughts. Joel has to remind himself that he is the one you hold onto and introduce to everyone in every social gathering. The proud gleam in your eyes always placates him. There's no need to break a jaw in this town... Perhaps.
Lights flicker by the porches and the sound of his boots on the ground is the only sound that disturbs the silence. The sky is clouding over, distantly promising another stormy night in its gloomy wake. Occasional flashes of lightning light up the road and before Joel knows it, he's passing by the Tipsy Bison. It's 3 past midnight, no wonder why its doors are locked and closed. Either way he comes to a halt, letting the gears turn in his head as he opts for a very familiar path.
Your house. It's a short walk away from the bar.
Joel still recalls that day. How long has it been? Five, six, seven months? It feels like yesterday to him.
He'd had a terrible conversation with Tommy, not at all the way he'd planned it on his first day in Jackson. Things got heated up pretty quickly, leaving a bitter taste of rejection lingering on his tongue, the burn of the whiskey only worsening his mood.
"Just because life stopped for you, doesn't mean it has to stop for me..."
The words were ringing in his head as he stormed out of the bar. Shrugging his jacket on, all he wanted was to walk as far away from that area as possible. This affronted, begrudging, irrational sting was boiling in him and in that moment he was more than ready to leave the gates of Jackson even if it called for more danger. Life had really ended for him years ago, but to hear it from Tommy right after the hell he'd went through to find him... It really hurt.Â
The pain was resurfacing in rapid tides.
If his boots could dig deeper, get stuck in the snow and propel him into the cold biting blanket of the earth, he'd welcome it. If life had really ended for him, he had to make it make sense by ending himself as well. This... There was this distant melody echoing in the air and cutting through his troubles thoughts. The wind was harsh against his ears, and each step brought the melody closer.Â
It really could be the last song that played before his funeral. Â
Joel was surrounded by all the colors, and all he could see was white, eyes fixed on the ground. He didn't pay much attention as he bumped into someone. He barely lifted his head to apologize, and then his gaze settled on the crackling fire on the left side of the road.Â
Red and orange and yellow hues. It was a fresh contrast. His eyes were hurting from all the white snow.
He came to a halt, mindlessly waving at the person he'd bumped into. A dozen of kids had gathered around the burning logs in a barrel on the porch, rubbing their hands together and listening to the same melody he was entranced by. The same melody that he thought would be his burial hymn.
Joel's eyes followed their excited faces, wondering who they were looking at. He saw you mirroring their hopeful gleams first, and then he registered the guitar on your lap.Â
To make the matters worse, you had tilted your head, shooting him a funnily quizzical look. He might've looked weird back then. The town's newcomer, with a permanent scowl on his face, maybe plotting murder as well (considering that it was the main topic in all the words that already flew around about him).
He didn't answer, still dead in his tracks as if he was immobilized by some invisible force. So you shifted in your seat, silently offering him a spot among the children as if to say "You can come over and join us."
He had two choices in that moment, either a polite decline was on the table or a dismissive frown. He looked over his shoulder at the bar and finally opted for the third choice â or so his mind created another choice for him â and he nodded, joining in on your little gathering without as much as saying a word. He really wanted to hear that song.
He never asked whether you knew the words to that song, but that night when he lay in bed and his thoughts were far from the idea that he wanted to bury himself in the snow, he vaguely remembered the lyrics. And it hit him hard, like a punch to the gut.
Yeah, I don't want to hurt
There's so much in this worldÂ
To make me bleed
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Stay with me
You're all I see
He wanted to ignore how the words affected him in the middle of the night. It was the first night he could feel some semblance of peace, not sleeping with an eye open in case someone attacked them. Ellie was safe in another room. So he really considered that. He considered the possibility of staying. He was relatively new to the community... And so damn unaccustomed to the whole arrangement. He almost woke up the next morning and started packing before he remembered where he was.
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Those words stuck with him.
And his first encounter with you was a harbinger of different things to come.
One day of patrolling with you led to another, one night of inviting you for a drink led to another. One peaceful afternoon in the stable led to another. One gloomy evening in the clinic did not lead to another. He was way too protective of you to let that happen again.
He truly feels lucky. You could be anywhere else, better off if you picked anyone other than this grumpy, old man. And yet you still want him. You silly girl. You've melted his heart with your warmth.Â
But he's like a lake, deserted in the middle of a haunted forest and engulfed in coldness. Even though the center is warm and gooey, he keeps the surface frozen and rigid and menacing. Hard enough to keep his instincts sane and alarmed. Cold enough to let everyone know that you're his and he will not fucking share.Â
Lightning strikes again in the sky.
He lifts himself up and off your front stairs with a heavy grunt. An hour has passed since he left for a walk. The clouds have fully gathered in the sky and he thinks that he should be by your side now.
Joel really cares little for the details, always asking Tommy and Ellie to spare him the explanation and get straight to the point. But with you, it's hard to forget a couple of things. One night, a few weeks ago, you were pulling him past the threshold of your house. So adorably drunk and inviting. He was still a little pissed by how the rainstorm had ruined your nightly walk. Despite your complaints about sharing a kiss in the rain, he'd dragged you back to the nearest shelter possible, because he just didn't want to get fucking soaked. Joel didn't find it romantic at all. He was frowning, still pinning you against the wall for a begrudgingly needy kiss. You giggled into his mouth, playful fingers pocking at his chest. "Come on Joel. Let yourself enjoy it... All these neverending drops on the roof, the fresh earthy scent that comes after it... It's just really beautiful. One of the few things that kept me sane before I came here..."Â
He's not really against the idea. But the changing weather doesn't bode well with him. One day is sunny, and the next is rainy and it just goes to show how he has no power over the situation.
Hell. A part of Joel is really terrified of the changing weather. One day it was scorching hot, and the next his boots crunched against the white blankets of neverending snow, reprimanding him for his carelessness. Time would pass whether he wanted to or not. He is still terrified, wishing he could stretch the time he could spend with you. God knows he wants an eternity with you.Â
He has seen enough rain for a lifetime. He hasn't seen you enough. How could he enjoy getting soaked in tiny drops of water when all he wanted was to bury his face in the crook of your neck and stay there for a while â maybe forever and a little more?
But he has considered it since then. If there are a few things that keep you happy and rainy days have to be one of them, he'll give you that. He'll get used to that. There's no pattern with the rainfall in here, and the weather forecast is pretty much nonexistent. He has promised himself to tell you whenever it rains, even though he despises the idea of you catching a cold after minutes or hours of dancing in the cold, letting droplets of water wash over you without a care in this wretched world.Â
He also despises the idea of waking you up.
But he knows you'll like it. You careless, adorable girl. He lives to see that excited gleam in your eyes. Everytime you show it, this old heart pounds impatiently in his chest and it all feels like the first time it has happened.
He's back home in no time.Â
So, kicking his boots off as silently as possible, he trudges over and settles down by the edge of the bed, suppressing a low groan. His knees still ache from all the never-ending effort he's put in repairing the library over the past few days. Jesus, he just wants it to be done as soon as possible. It feels like he's losing so much time when he's away from you. Now that you're still pretty much asleep in the same position he last saw you, all Joel wants is to lie down by your side and melt in your warm embrace instead of having to fight with his thoughts and the world to not take away yet another precious piece of him. He can't afford to even think about losing you.
Each flash of lightning illuminates the contours of your beautiful face and he can't help himself when he lifts a hand and lets his knuckles gently stroke your cheek. Your lips are parted ever so slightly and you look so innocent in your unconscious dream. He almost backs down, part of him hoping that it rains throughout the day, just so he doesn't guilt trip himself for the pout on your face if you miss it. You need to rest.
As if you sense his hesitation, you stir in bed and lean into his touch. A low hum escapes you, and Joel is too weak to deny himself the softness it brings. His wounded knuckles are soon replaced with a calloused thumb and he wonders what's so interesting about these hands that never ceases to catch your attention.
One night at the bar, Joel had caught you actually staring at them and when he teased you a little about it, you just shrugged and grinned mischievously. "I mean... I just like them so much. Your hands are always warm, and... and that's all."
He shrugged it off that night. Ellie had also considered it a flex for him to have warm hands even in the coldest days of winter, but with you and the way you looked at him... It was different. He knew it was more than that.Â
And when the nights he shared with you went further than his sinful thoughts had planned, you showed him that it was more than that. It was more than the warmth you found there. If anything, your helpless whimpers were an indication of how capable and strong these hands were.
Heat blooms in his chest. It simply is endearing. The way you always seem to recognize his touch and send his head spiraling with the idea that you want him to do more. You've never been afraid of him. You've never pushed him away. You've never judged him for the horrible things he's done. Jesus, it should terrify him. Joel should've pushed you away at some point, because he knows you'd be better off without him, but how could he muster the strength to do so? Since that fateful moment on your porch, your presence keeps on inviting him for more. More than simply existing. And God, if you knew how he wants to do more than that every second of the day... Only if the world lets him breathe a little.
There's another bolt of lightning and raindrops finally begin to drum against the window pane.
Joel shakes his head to get rid of those worrisome ideas. Propping himself on one elbow, he leans over ever so slightly and lets his thumb trace its way to your chin, up to your jawline, and then back to the soft skin on your cheek. He draws circles over the blooming flush and then his thumb is traveling down to your lower lip. Your mouth parts just a little more, breathing even and content and if he gets a grip on himself, he may notice that there's a ghost of a smile in there as well.
"Baby..." He whispers softly, his gaze drifting all over your adorable face. You really are a piece of art, tangled in the sheets, in the safety of his house, and your innocent hums are doing something to him. Some obscene voice that silently pleads for more. More and more... Just to give you more.Â
You stir a little more.
He leans over and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, the sweet, fruity scent he's come to like a lot about you engulfing his senses. He watches every little movement with amusement. "My sweet baby... You want to see what's waitin' for you outside."
"Joel," you mumble sleepily, voice drowsy and laced with a hint of confusion as you rub your eyes and stretch your arms before looking around the dark room with a quizzical expression on your face. It doesn't take long for the realization to hit you and the familiar gleam in your gaze makes him smile. You stare a him, wide-eyed. "is it- again?"
He chuckles and gestures at the window. "Yes, a heavy one at that."
Again, there's that hum of delight as you follow his gaze. The pitter-patter of the rain cheers you up like a lollipop would do to a child. It's maddeningly adorable.
You should be running to the backyard by now, but instead you stare at him for a while. It's his turn to be confused. Your smile gets broader by each passing second as your delicate hands trace his face and run over the salt and pepper patches of his beard. When you playfully ruffle his hair, your eyes are still droopy and dreamy and so damn kissable that he just can't help himself.
His other hand fondles with a loose strand of hair beside you on the pillow before twirling it between his fingers. You bite your lower lip and lift your head just enough for a brief peck on the tip of his nose. He chuckles, letting his fingers draw a line over the column of your neck, down to your chest, and at last they disappear beneath the sheets, settling comfortably on the warm expanse of your belly.Â
Joel assumes that his presence is not too close to lock you in place, and yet not too loose to let you drift back into unconsciousness. You just have the perfect moment to escape. For goodness sake, rain is the one thing you choose over anything else. The thing you like a lot.
But you're still here, dazed eyes flickering all over his face and it just gives him a second thought. A new idea to test your patience. Seeing you still pinned under him and unmoving, was not really in his list when he decided to walk back home and wake you up. He chortles with amusement. If you want what he thinks you do, he could give you that... "Come on sweetheart, what's stoppin' you?"
His fingers drift lower, exploring the bare flesh of your thigh, right where his mouth was hours ago. Still as warm as he remembers, maybe a little bruised too. "It's all rainy outside. Ain't that what you wanted?"
"I know..." You mumble, an undertone of need sewn in your voice as you look down over the sheets that cover every movement of his hand. It's too dark for you to see anything anyway. He could easily toss the covers aside, but it's wickedly satisfying this way. "I'm- um, just feeling a little under the influence...and it's- uh, it's distracting."
His hand caresses its way to where he knows you need it the most, and you barely repress a shudder when his fingertips glide over your folds. But he barely feels you, a ghost of a touch hovering there as a smirk threatens to flicker at the corner of his mouth.
"Wonder if my hand's makin' a good influence or a bad one. What d'you say, baby?"
It pelts down steadily outside, but you don't seem to care the slightest about it. Neither does Joel. A low gasp emanates from you when his touch becomes proper, rubbing circles and spreading the slick over your clit as slow and unrushed as he physically can manage. You're still indecently wet after he'd brought you over the edge again and again before you dozed off... and the fact that some of his cum might be gathering in his hand is fueling his lewd thoughts.
You naughty girl.
"A very bad one, I see." He tuts, feeling your chest heaving up and down beneath him. It's easy to rile you up this way. Desperation is written in your expression... and he hasn't even started yet.
"She needs fixin', doesn't she?" Joel asks, bringing his movement to a sudden halt. You're too distracted by everything he does to form a coherent thought. He lifts an expectant brow, now actually waiting for an answer.
"Yes- yes Joel... need it so bad... so bad it hurts." You breathe, a helpless pout forming on your lips.
"I know baby. I know... Jus' lay down and let me take care of it, hm? How's that sound?" He demands again, but this time he doesn't give you a chance to respond as he pushes two fingers past your weeping hole, burying them knuckles deep within your warmth. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, eyelids heavy as you grasp his arm, squirming like a helpless, needy girl.
What a cruel man he is.
"Not off to a good start, angel. I know you can be more patient."
You nod quickly, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from wriggling and twisting on the bed. For a split second, Joel considers pulling out to nuzzle his face between your legs and let the heat consume him. A perfect place to brave the cold, restless seasons.Â
But his fingers aren't shy either. He starts with slow thrusts, effortlessly sliding in and out before picking up the pace. He makes you adjust to his rhythm, and when you let go and open up, the obscene moans and chocked out cries are all that fill the silence of the house. Jesus, he lives to hear them every day. He rewards you by curling his fingertips to hit that spot that makes you see stars.
You shudder particularly hard at that, more arousal pooling inside you and soaking his fingers. You're losing your grip with reality, and he can sende it as your legs begin to shake and your knee brushes over the denim of his jeans, but you still remember to abide by his "No squirming" rule.
You're so pliant and obedient in his hands that it does nothing but to spur Joel to give you more. And so he does.
"I like these sounds," He adds a third finger, tilting his head to whisper in your ear. "I dream about them all the time."
You whimper and tighten your hold around Joel's arm. When he feels that your orgasm is creeping impossibly close, his thumb joins and rubs rapid circles over your bundle of nerves and that's your undoing. You clench around him, walls tightening and squeezing his fingers deeper â if that's even possible â as waves of white-hot euphoria crash over your worn out body and take over your senses. Your back arches involuntarily into him. A sound between a groan and a curse escapes his throat.
"That's it. Atta girl... that's it, so fuckin' beautiful."
His touch is unrelenting as he talks you through it with a string of sweet nothings.Â
Only when you come down and rest back on the bed he slowly pulls out. You're panting heavily, face flushed and heated and so effortlessly seductive that Joel is sure no fucking artist could ever capture it in words of a poem or colors of a painting. Joel is the only one to witness this moment and it swells his chest with pride. He wants to drink it in, let it run through his veins like never-ending liquor.
He lifts his hand, smirking as you gape at the way it's glistening under the dim light. You're in awe. He softly places the tips between your swollen lips and you waste no time in swirling your tongue around them, licking the slick off as if it's a delightful lollipop. And the hazy look on your face says that it's more than just a sweet treat.
His own breathing hitches when you open your mouth a little wider and take him fully in, sucking and humming and driving him absolutely crazy. He shakes his head slightly, catching the playful gleam in your gaze.
"Hm. Still a very bad influence."
When you're fully recovered and satisfied, Joel lifts you up in his arms and walks towards the backyard, chuckling at your confused expression. You give a squeal and wrap your hands around his neck to keep yourself steady, at the same time trying to gauge what his next plan would be. You really have forgotten about the rain, haven't you?
He comes to a halt, making sure the blanket he'd just picked off the bed is not leaving any part of your body uncovered. The rainstorm has eased off considerably over the past hour, but he doesn't want to risk it. Keeping you warm and safe in the cold is and will always be his top priority, no matter if his back or knees protest from how much they ache. Hell, he aches for you and that content smile on your face. Nothing beats it.
"My girl still wants to go out, hm?"
Your eyes flicker between him and the half-open door, filled with excitement and delight and a tiny flicker of doubt. "Yes Joel... but...you sure you want to join in?"
"I don't know," He feigns innocence, pretending to think for a short while before his face lights up with an idea. "Do I get a kiss for it?"
You laugh and lean up to press your lips into his in a soft, lingering kiss. It's so tender and reassuring that he has to pull back before changing his mind and taking you back to the bed.
"Then it's settled."
It has been settled for a long time.
Maybe he can get used to it. Maybe you get a better idea of what you've made of him with your presence at times when he easily complies with things that make you happy. A heart made of ice, molten enough to experience the world with you all over again. Even if he gets soaked in the rain, he's alright with it. You kiss him and all the discomfort is forgotten.
He should give it time and learn to breathe again. Learn to stay, to settle. To let you know that you're all he sees.
Yeah, I don't want to hurt
There's so much in this worldÂ
To make me bleed
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Stay with me
You're all I see
The words are carved in his head. He chances a glance at the living room before walking past the door. Your guitar is placed on the couch. Maybe one day he'll bring himself to play his melodies for you too. He think that he's got a lot of time for it now. He wants an eternity with you, and in this wretched world, eternity lasts as long as you'll have him.
One, two... Ten droplets fall over him. He kisses you again, harder and longer. His ice-cold heart melts just a little more at your careless laughter. Just stay with me.
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Ride me? || Miguel O'hara
Pairing: Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) x F!reader
Tags: Overstimulation, rough sex, choking, squirting, vaginal fingering, big dick Miguel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fang kink if you squint.
Words: 1.8k
Summary: Just when you thought he's exhausted enough from chasing Miles Morales and had given you the chance to actually ride him, Miguel has other plans.
This man evokes something so feral in me that I forgot I was suffering through the worst writer's block. He got me giggling and twirling my hair yesterday at the cinema wtf. I used my very limited Mexican Spanish knowledge from watching streamers flirting in a block game for this.
cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || guapito - handsome
Miguel isn't the type to let someone control the pace, even if he did, his hands grounded on your waist would soon guide your hips into a rhythm he prefers, hard and fast.
You've been hearing the ruckus down the spider webs, something about another version rebelling against the usual stories of every Spider-Man in the multiverse to save his dad. Knowing that your husband sits at the top as their leader, you expected him to disappear for a long period of time.
Not that you mind of course, he's had plenty of times he charges in to handle an anomaly himself.
You do have to give some kudos to the kid for trying to change reality though. After Miguel's story, nobody in the headquarters, even you, dared to defy the fates laid upon every Spider-Man.
It's been three days since he left and honestly, you didn't expect him to arrive yet. A person deterring from the fates of every Spider-Man would be hard to handle, you couldn't even imagine how difficult it'd be.
So when the doors to your apartment flew open and came to him, practically drooping from exhaustion, you were surprised.
He came earlier than expected.
"How'd the chase go?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Come here."Â
Drying your hands off on the towel hanging from the wall counter, you made your way to the man laid spread and heaving on the couch. His head tipped back with his usually neatly gelled hair now haggard and messy, he looked up when he sensed your presence and immediately pulled you onto his lap.
You laughed. "Don't fall asleep here, I don't want to carry your heavy ass."
His lips tugged into a weak smile, his pointy canines briefly appearing.
"Spider-Man is supposed to help the weak, are you really ignoring a civilian in need?"
You didn't get what he meant until he pulled your hips closer, dragging your core over the tent on his pants.
You hit his arm. "Go to sleep, you must've been really tired after chasing that kid around."
"Then ride me."
You paused before narrowing your eyes at him. He's baiting you with the very thing you've wanted to do since the beginning. But the dark cloud of lust in his eyes somehow convinced you of his genuineness.
His talons dug onto your flesh, hard enough to take control of your hips to grind on top of his dick sensually while keeping eye contact with yours. You couldn't ignore the pleasure and jolts of heat electrifying and burning your nerve endings alight at every drag of your heat over his.
"I want to feel you baby, I miss you so much."
Miguel pushes you down on his hardness and you moan, the feeling of his girth finding home between your legs shot electric pleasure down your spine.
"You are a convincing man."
"And you love it."
You lunged for a kiss and instantly, one of his hands threaded itself onto the back of your head, locking you in place as your lips danced against each other in a fierce battle. The raw hunger after being starved for a week now surfacing and consuming you both, mind and body.Â
His other hand guided your hips up and down his clothed dick, his deep groans and growl lit fireworks in you, igniting your determination to coax more of them out of his lips.
"Get rid of the pants or I'll rip it off of you."
"Rip it then."
He didn't need to hear you twice.Â
In one quick motion, he tore your sweatpants into two before doing the same thing to your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. He groaned as his head fell onto the crook of your neck, hands crawling up to cup your breasts before your top and bra suffered the same fate as your other clothing.
"The pants, only the pants! I loved that bra!"
"I'll buy you something better, from another universe even." He responded, almost breathless as your scent invaded every speck of his senses. Miguel groaned. "Fuck, I miss this scent of yours baby."
"I don't care, get rid of the suit."
His attire dissolved into thin air and retracted back to god-knows-where, revealing his ruffled shirt and grey sweatpants that did nothing but proclaim his clear desire for you.
"Let me prep you real good, huh?"
Retracting his talons, two of his fingers delved into your heat, immediately drenching itself with your arousal and he groaned.
"So wet for me, mi amor."
"Only for you, guapito."
Two of his digits rolled your clit sensually and with the dexterity of an experienced man, urging more of your arousal to coat his fingers further. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fluid now dripping into his pants, he wandered lower and lower until he plunged his index in, curling it up so deliciously you moaned and grinded your hips onto the slow plunge of his hand.
His eyes watched your heat like a ravenous man holding back, the feral look on his face only pulled you closer to the edge.
And it's only a finger in.
"So tight, mi vida. You treat me so well."
He added two fingers in and you screamed, his pace now rapidly gaining speed. Your eyes rolled back as your hips thrashed and clumsily followed his thrusts, there was nothing else that mattered more than coming for your darling in that moment.
Miguel groaned, watching your face twist into the most sinful display of pleasure he has ever seen. The pride and smugness from knowing it was all because of him made him smile.
Only he could see you in such a state and no one else.
You clenched around his digits, tempting him to finally take the dive. Although his fingers coaxed pleasure out of you with no problem, you missed the feeling of his dick carving your insides, stretching you thin and reminding your cunt who it belongs to.
But Miguel ignored the bait and instead hastened up while curling up to push on your g-spot. You almost blacked out from the euphoria he feeds you, a coil in your stomach tightened and you moaned.
"I'm cl-close⊠Fuck!"
"Give it to me baby, I want it all."
It didn't last long until the coil exploded and your arousal squirts out of your cunt to drench Miguel's shirt, whose gaze turned a shade darker at the scene when you peered down to meet his gaze.
A tense atmosphere rose from his mere gaze and goosebumps prickled your skin. Your heartbeat jumped through the roofs as you stared back at his dark eyes, he triggered your spidey sense.
And for some sick reason, it only ignited the simmering arousal in the pits of your abdomen.
"Fuck the ride, you're not getting up until I say so, cariño."
You barely sensed him flipping you both, with you now seated and spread on the sofa while he stood in front of you, hastily removing his remaining clothing as if it angered him.
It didn't take long until his hand cautiously wrapped around your neck and his other, pinning your hips as he plunged himself deep into your cunt. You screamed as he pushed more of him, inch by inch. He stretched you out to the point of no return, the burn of his cock carving you open once more made you light-headed.
And he loves nothing more but seeing the cock-drunk look on your face.
Miguel grinned, his fangs protruding so attractively. "God, I love how fucked you look for me, cariño. Give me more."
He pulls and plunged himself back in, shooting hot white pleasure in your body. Miguel didn't wait long before his usual hard and rough pace started. The hand around your throat tightened and your mind turned woozy from the lack of oxygen, his thrust taking your breath away only evoking the feeling of nirvana within you.
He drove in you hard and quick enough you can distantly hear the couch legs wincing as it gets pushed back with every plunge of his dick.
"FuckâŠ!"
"That's right darling, I'm fucking my sweet cariño open and wide for me."
The electric shocks the head of his cock briefly grazing the head of your uterus sent your legs flailing on his sides. Growing bothered by them, he halts to rest them on his wide shoulders and wraps his arm around your thigh before entering somehow deeper into you.
Your hands found his meaty thigh and dug itself onto it and it encouraged him to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge and you swore you could see the pearly gates of the heavens.
"I'm co-comingâŠ! Miguel!"
"Give it to me baby, you know how much I love seeing you convulse so helplessly around me."
The hand on your throat left to find purchase on your clit, rubbing you as fast his cock plunges into you.
With a scream, you came.Â
Your legs trembled violently on his shoulder as more of your arousal spurts out of your heat, white hot pleasure burned and stirred every nerve ending awake as your eyes rolled back.
But this doesn't seem to be enough for Miguel who only took a break to see your thighs convulse before continuing his thrusts.
You hit his thighs as he kickstarted another orgasm now bubbling in the pit of your stomach but he paid no heed.Â
Not that you minded of course, if anything, it only pleases the sick bastard in your head, wishing to be used and fucked so well by your husband like it's your sole purpose.
"I'm so close, baby. Can you give me another one? Surely you can, right?"
His fingers rubbed your clit to the point of pain yet it somehow enhanced the pleasure growing larger in your chest and you screamed. Miguel bent down to rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, in the clouded state you were in, you could make out the sharp points of his canines pushing down your skin.
The threat of his bite shot jolts down to your heavily beaten cunt, once again tightening its coil. The frequent groans and low growls escaping his lips alone told you he's near to climax.
And with that, he's dragging you down with him.
"Please please please, give it to meâŠ!"
"Yes, cariño. Anything, Anything for you."
With a couple of thrust, scorching hot explodes inside of you and Miguel slows down, almost into a halt as he rides down his high. The face of pure unadulterated ecstasy painting his face, along with his fingers, you came with another shout.
When he's calmer, he lets his sweaty body fall into your arms before reaching around to do the same.Â
As your breathing returns to normal and the fog in your head clears, Miguel places a gentle kiss on your temple and cheeks.
"I love you so much, cariño."
"I love you more, guapito."
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new lesson | aeon! dr. ratio x f. reader ( 18+ )
not a continuation post but more like a horny extra sideplot you're welcome you freaks /j in which our aeon ratio has come to learn that he, too, has human desires. he's perhaps a little too fond of his emanator, and perhaps his emanator is a little too pretty for him to be able to control himself. my aeon ratio plot here tags : face fucking, mind break, power play, mind control, consensual nonconsent that turns into to consent, painful sex, womb penetration, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, begging / whining / crying, use of the term 'girl', religious imagery sorta, ratio has a huge dick and it hurts, he also doesn't know the limits of the human body and pushes you way past yours, coercion almost, obsession, mention of stalking, yandere ratio, reader almost loses consciousness twice, struggling, afab anatomy, finger fucking, possessiveness, mean ratio calls you a failure once god x disciple word count : roughly 4000
the aeon of dissemination has taught you plenty while you were underneath his tutelage. so many whispers of the cosmos that others would fail to hear, so many secrets untold, shared only by those in the know. an all-powerful being with much more power than you could ever hope to know, yes, and yet.. during your private lessons together, you found yourself bearing witness to his more human side more often than not. your time together was much less a deity whispering incomprehensible knowledge to his devout pupil, and much more a civil conversation between humans. almost.
you were his emanator, which meant that you derived your power directly from him. this caused you to be able to reach heights previously unknown to you, but it also became your shackles. you were bound to his word, for his word was law. if he told you to bark, you would bark. you had no choice in the matter. if he told you to, by any chance, strip down and worship naked at his feet, well, you couldn't deny him that, either.
ratio had grown to enjoy his time with you. no, rather, he had grown fond of you. you learned quickly, you asked the right questions, you were beautiful, and kind. you were everything he wished for in a companion. even aeons get lonely too, surely you understood that. he found himself curious about you while you were away from him, often opting to lose his corporeal form and watch you from the shadows. he had always preferred doing things from the shadows, anyways, so this was nothing new.
you were beautiful. not just in your mind, but your body, too, something that ratio hated to admit. he had assumed, wrongly, that he had no attraction to human bodies, only human minds. but yours.. it stirred something in him, made him question himself. his motives, his.. desires.
and he desired you. he wanted that to be clear, and yet he bided his time, waiting patiently in the shadows of your home for the next time he would summon you before him, something coming up rather soon.
as you arrived within his domain - a huge, expansive, never ending library filled from top to bottom of books on everything in the universe. no matter how obscure, you could find the information you were seeking in front of you, from the tiniest of details of the most unknown planets to the biggest complexities of the cosmos.
" dr. ratio, it's good to see you again, " you called out, approaching his throne, sat in the center, surrounded by bookshelves covering every side by the front. there, ratio was sat, his legs crossed with an old book in his hand. " i pray you're doing well ? "
" i am, " he nodded, his demanding gaze flickering from the book to you, taking in your every single move. ratio snapped his book closed, his eyes never leaving yours, leaning forward in his throne. " i have been reading about human pleasure. it has been a subject previously untouched by me, but as you know, one must encapsulate all things to be able to full grasp the complexities of life. "
you stopped in your tracks, stunned. he had been reading about.. human pleasure ? you swallowed thickly, allowing yourself an awkward, small laugh, your hand coming up to the back of your head as you tried to figure out what to do with yourself under his gaze. " oh ! i.. see. it's surprising that you've just uncovered this now, considering your knowledge in human psychology. "
" would you say that those two things overlap ? " he asked, the book resting on his lap now, completely forgotten about now that he was in your presence, the human that had made the aeon of dissemination question himself.
" well.. they're definitely related, " you started, thinking about how to properly explain yourself before you said anything further, a quality that he admired. " human desires are just the culmination of inherently desirable qualities in a partner, right ? those who take a more submissive role often desire dominant partners in all aspects of their life, not just in the bedroom. of course, there are exceptions, but it could be used as a rule of thumb for understanding how humans interact with one another in a romantic and sexual sense. "
your explanation earned you the briefest of nods. " would you say that you yourself are in this broad generalization ? or are you an exception ? " he asked, his words low and gruff, like he was waiting on your answer to his question. " you, who dominates so much of your life. you teach the willing, guide them towards knowledge. not many would be above you in status, i presume. would you consider yourself in need of a partner who you can take control of, too, or would you rather.. be controlled ? "
you hesitated, something that he noticed. were you not willing to share such details with him ? was it because of his status, or simply because of your nature ? you were rather introverted, although not necessarily completely since you could command a room with just the tone of your voice. well, almost every room. this was one room that you had no control over.
you were confused, but mostly, you were curious. why did he want to know ? what was he gaining from learning such private and intimate details about yourself ? this was the first time that he had asked such revealing questions to you, although you weren't unaware of his recent curiosity with your life outside of the walls of this library. this was the first time he had actually shown any type of interest in you, and to be quite frank, it unnerved you a little bit. but if ratio asks a question, it gets answered. that much, you knew. " i.. find myself leaning towards the submissive role in bed. i prefer if my partner could.. command me, sometimes, and take control whenever possible. "
dr. ratio didn't say anything for a while, his eyes narrowing slightly, his legs uncrossing as he examined you from top to bottom, taking in your attire, and taking it off in his mind. he needed to know why he felt these desires towards you. he needed to know why you, specifically, out of everyone that he had interacted with within the cosmos, earned his gaze in a way that no others did. he didn't even know that he had these baser, more carnal instincts.
" now, who would be able to control you ? you, an emanator of the dissemination, a being with knowledge vast beyond most mortal comprehension, " his eyes sparkled with something as he beckoned you forward, signaling for you to get on your knees in front of him, something that he very rarely did. and yet you complied, and his interest in this situation only grew. " who could control you.. other than myself ? "
kneeling down in front of him, and looking up at his eyes, you sucked in a breath, your heart beginning to race in your chest as you thought about the implications of his words. were you truly interpreting his words correctly, or was this another one of his many wise warnings that he often bestowed upon you when you have strayed too far away from your chosen path ? and yet, you could see the smirk on his otherwise stoic face, and you knew that you weren't misunderstanding his words.
" strip for me, girl. " you felt that throbbing pain in your head that momentarily disorientated you, your hand rushing up to grab your forehead as you swayed slightly. you swore you could feel every single nerve in your body standing on end, a warning for what was to come. yet, this was not the feeling inside of you that you got when he was commanding you to do something that you had no choice in the matter of, you knew this for a fact because he had done that to you a few times while trying to guide you towards the correct path. you had no idea what this was, other than to perhaps remind you of his power over you.
nevertheless, even while bursting with embarrassment, you obliged, first taking off your purple blazer, undoing the buttons of your white dress shirt and slipping it off of your shoulders, before finally your skirt, something that made you more nervous than revealing your chest in front of him. you stood up onto your knees, bringing yourself in between his legs as you pulled your skirt and underwear down at the same time, letting the fabric pool beneath you at your knees.
" good girl, you're such a good girl, " he whispered, his hand reaching out, gently petting your head before combing through your hair, his gaze revealing nothing about his intentions, only the hunger inside of him. you'd only ever seen this look in his eyes whenever he was learning, and perhaps, in a way, he was learning something. " come closer. i trust you're experienced in this area, or should i teach you the basics ? "
you shuffled closer, your hands on your thighs as you didn't dare touch him. " i.. have a little experience, but not a lot. my apologies, i.. my lifestyle doesn't exactly allow me to often indulge in these kinds of.. activities with others. " you were just inches away from him, your face so close to his body, his crotch. you had so many questions. was this all just an elaborate test of sorts ? did he truly intend to teach you how to pleasure him ?
did he even have the anatomy for such a lewd idea ?
" it's okay, " he answered, as if hearing your thoughts, which he likely did. he was a being of immeasurable power, after all. and yet here he was, exerting his control over you and yet at the same time, losing his cool like a lovesick fool unable to keep himself together in the face of a beautiful person. " i'm rather fond of willing students, so don't worry. you'll learn, i am sure of that. you're a very capable being, after all. "
" this body is human in all capacities, " he continued, his hand still on the back of your head, subtly pulling you closer. " i originally believed it to be human in all ways except for the brain, but i believe i have been incorrect. it seems this form, no, i retain many of humanities baser, more carnal instincts. i would like you to service me. you may begin with removing this trousers from me. i will guide you, but i'll warn you, i won't be gentle. "
all you could muster was a small nod, your hands finding their way to his pants, shaking with nervousness, and also maybe just a twinge of excitement. here, you would have an aeon underneath your touch, begging for you. surely this was a pleasure that not many got to partake in. you could see it straining against the fabric of his pants, begging to be released, and you couldn't help but purse your lips together nervously, taken aback by its size.
finally working up the courage, you unzipped his trousers, pulling them from his hips down to his legs, letting the fabric fall beneath him onto your lap, leaving him in just his underwear, his cock pressed up against his leg, the bulge in his underwear now impossible to ignore. you looked up again at him for confirmation, to which he just nodded. " proceed. show me your worthiness to be at my side. take me into your mouth. if you don't think you can do it, i will guide you. "
you bit your bottom lip, your nervousness slowly turning into palpable excitement as you finally pulled his underwear off of him, freeing his cock from its confines once and for all. he was bigger than you'd expected, with precum messily coating his bulbous tip. he was huge, so much bigger than anything you've ever seen before, making all other sexual situation you'd been in before this one become meaningless in comparison. ratio's grip on the back of your head tightened, almost painful as he leaned you forward, giving you virtually no choice but to comply with his demands.
nervously, you kitten licked the head of his cock, one of your hands holding the base of it so you could bring it to your mouth. determination to prove yourself filled you, along with undeniable arousal, but you knew that there was simply no way to take all of him in your mouth without pitifully choking, and he must've been aware, too. you began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling an unfamiliar sting in the back of your throat every time the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.
you continued this for a moment, earning contented groans from his lips, until you found your throat constricting involuntarily at the intrusion. you gagged, pulling away from him completely as you coughed, feeling your stomach do backflips.
if you couldn't take it properly without struggling, he decided, then ratio would just have to force you to take his cock to show you how it's done, even if you gag around him. his expression darkened as he pulled your head towards him, forcing himself deep into your mouth. you gagged almost immediately, your hands grabbing at his thighs as he controlled your head, forcing you to take more of his cock.
" you can't handle my size ? you're pathetic. a failure, " his voice was filled with disappointment and anger, and you could do nothing but look up at him, tears forming in your eyes from his bruising pace as he fucked your face without mercy. you couldn't breathe properly, struggling against him weakly, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs, not out of disobedience for him, but because when humans feel as though they're dying or they can't breathe, they often try to fight to get their airway back, struggling uselessly.
" i'll show you how to please me properly, " ratio's hand pulled and pushed your head with your hair, his hips thrusting his cock deeper into your throat. your gagging is ignored as you choke around him. " fuck. yes, that's it. take it. learn to swallow my cock. learn to love it, " he threw his head back, groaning underneath his breath. " you can be so good at this, i know you can. "
he wasn't stopping, especially not when he was finally starting to feel good because of you, the pleasure building up inside of him. tears began to streak down your reddening face, your eyebrows creased together as you struggled. ratio fucked your face relentlessly, thrusting inside of your mouth and using you like his own personal fucktoy. finally, the resistance in your throat gave way after a particularly harsh thrust, and he penetrated your throat, his cock so deep inside of you that you couldn't breathe at all anymore. your eyes widened, your heart beating against your chest, the painful lesson beginning to take root.
despite the treatment, your slick was pooling between your thighs, creating a puddle of it beneath you. his rough treatment turned you on more than you'd ever thought possible.
ratio seemed to notice this, his tone holding a hint of amusement as he used your face, your nose pressed up against his pubic bone, his balls resting on your chin. " can't breathe ? perhaps you prefer i choke you completely like this ? you're enjoying it, craving it like a drug now. i must say, i find myself captivated by your abilities, too. "
you could feel your own helplessness, the power that he held over you surpassing even what you thought possible. you understood this lesson, although you could feel your head starting to fog up with the lack of air. you were trying desperately to find a way to breathe around his cock, but he was too deep in your throat, clogging up your airway. his guide on your head became painful as ratio invaded your body.
your eyes rolled back, your hands falling down to your side as you almost lost consciousness. finally, before you could truly lose yourself to the black abyss, he pulled your head up off of him, letting you gasp and choke, all of the spit that he was keeping in your mouth slipping down your lips, covering your chest and lap as you coughed up the air, blinking rapidly to familiarize yourself with being able to breathe again. your stomach was churning, and you damn near threw up everything that you had eaten for breakfast that morning. you felt weightless and incredibly heavy at the same time.
" you're a good girl. you learn quickly, " he smirked, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watched you catch your breath. finally, he stood up, his cock still throbbing painfully, ready to finally take what he'd wanted. " turn around, girl. "
that painful feeling in your head came back, causing you to wince in pain as he commanded you to turn around. finally agreeing, you turned around on your knees, looking away from him. his large hand pushed at your back, knocking you onto your hands, your ass up in the air for him to see. ratio had made himself comfortable with being in between your legs, his eyes admiring your naked form, seeing your pretty folds glistening with so much slick it was dripping down your thighs.
" such a pretty little thing. human bodies are beautiful beyond compare, even in the eyes to an aeon, but yours ? oh, yours is magnificent. truly, you are worthy of being by my side, " his voice was low as two of his fingers penetrated your wetness, testing your readiness for what was to come. he savored the feeling of your tightness around him, the way your muscles gripped his digits.
you gasped, letting out a whiny, pathetic little noise as you moaned, your back arching as his fingers hit that special spot inside of you, caressing it in such a way that had you drooling like a dumb mutt on your knees in seconds. his fingers moved rhythmically, his gaze on where they disappeared and reappeared from your body. the anticipation was building within him, and he found himself fucking you faster with his fingers, enjoying every tiny little mewl and whine of pleasure as it came from your bruised throat.
your cries of pleasure fueled him, the sight of you writhing, begging, and ultimately submitting to him was almost as satisfying as the power he held over you. " that's it. you're such a good girl. " without warning you, he pulled his fingers out from you, your body clenching around nothing as your moans quickly turned into gasps. " you're going to take me now, yeah ? submit to me, and i promise you a lesson that you'll never forget. "
your eyes widened, even though you knew ratio couldn't see it, and you felt your anxiety spike. " y-you can't..! i-it's too big, it'll break me, please ! " you begged, but your voice was falling on deaf ears as one of his hands gripped your hips, guiding his shaft to your entrance.
" your body is resilient, and i'm confident it'll accommodate me, " with a swift motion, he pushed into you, his cock stretching her wide. you cried out, your body tensing as he slowly withdrew and thrust again, just testing the waters of what you could and couldn't take. as his entire length disappeared inside of you, he couldn't stop his hips from snapping up, pounding his cock into you.
your scream of pleasure filled this vast library, a symphony of pain and pleasure. " a-ah, fuck..! your cock, i-its- it hu-hurts, 's too big.. " you sobbed, babbling on like an idiot, your words incomprehensible, your voice hiccupping in your throat. you were feeling like you were being split in half from him, like your body wasn't yours anymore. just like you suspected earlier, no other human man you'd had sex with previously compared to him, and you'd never quite be able to get fucked like this again if it weren't ratio.
ratio leaned down, his body pressed against yours, whispering in your ear, " you love this, yeah ? its painful, but it feels amazing. " his hips pumped faster, your cries echoing through the library with each thrust. your protests turned into pleas, your words lost in your ecstasy. " i want you to come for me. you'll cum again, and again, and again, until you belong to me entirely. you'll cum for me, and say my fucking name, " he promised.
you cried out, your sobs and moans mingling together as you struggled to figure out what you wanted to do, whether or not you wanted to pull him closer or force him away all at once. you were going to cum, and there was nothing you could do about it other than let him fuck you like he wanted to. pain and pleasure mingled together, but not so much as when he slammed into you with all of his body weight, the tightness of your body giving way as the head of his cock breached your womb. " v-veritas..! " you moaned out, and it all exploded within you, your pussy clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm, the pain of him breaching your womb and the pleasure of his fucking being far, far too much for you to take.
ratio grunted, feeling your walls squeeze around his cock as she came, milking him, too. the sensation was exquisite, his thrusts becoming frantic as he fucked himself into you as your arms gave out from underneath your, your face planting into the cold tile below. at this point, he was focused solely on his own gratification, pumping into you as your hips met his, your moans like a beautiful lullaby to his ears. " g-goddammit, " he swore, his balls drawing tight, his orgasm imminent at this point. he pulled your hips into his, his cock pulsing deep within you as his orgasm washed over him in waves, filling you completely with his seed, causing you to mewl out pitifully in response.
finally, he pulled out, his cum spilling out from your pretty pussy, dripping onto the floor beneath the two of you. he helped pick you up, cradling your body in his arms as the two of you rest at the foot of his throne together. you were nestled against his chest, your breathing coming out raggedly as you looked up at him, your eyes half closed and your body weak. ratio had breached you completely, filled you up in ways that you didn't even know possible. such was the ways of an aeon, you thought, unable to fight back against him even if you wanted to.
" you've taught me a lot about the human body, " ratio whispered, content just to hold you there, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability. " no, the human body, and perhaps the human mind, too. my own mind. thank you for this lesson, dear emanator. "
perhaps being an emanator didn't always mean that you held all of the power. after all, there will always be a being with more power than you.
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if you ever listen to me, let it be this time âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž please read rot and give it the love it deserves. truly one of the best pieces of writing on this site
rot: h. iwaizumi
chapter five -> the move
(masterlist ; written content)
word count: 3.8k
now playing: school shooter by wych elm
warnings: this chapter is heavy with discussions of abuse, violence, other themes already discussed in this story, divided this last chapter in two parts and this is going to be the angst before the happy ending. when i say angst i mean angst. rest assured happy ending is coming tho
Her well-organized list of problems has been upended. A bright, shiny new problem has outshone all of her other ones, dimming them, displacing them, reducing their need for attention.
Problem #1: Iwaizumi Hajime, neighbor, definite arms-dealer, maybe boyfriend, has been arrested.
Itâs hard to get people to listen to you in a police station. Cops sit at their little desks and they look at you like theyâre pretending to pay attention to what youâre saying but really, all they can think about is how much better than you they think they are, and how little they care about your problems.
Matsukawa has a hand over her shoulder, not firm but not lose, like heâs ready to pull her back down to her feet if she leans too far over the front counter. Sheâs trying to appeal to the lady behind the front desk, (as if thereâs anything she could actually do), voice raw and shaky, knuckles going white as she grips at the edge of the counter.
âPlease,â she begs, her unhidden desperation feeling out of place in the clean station, where the smell of hand sanitizer and pine floor cleaner is heavy in the air. Itâs far too bureaucratic for her to be like this; reduced to a pile of tears and snot, begging and pleading and being ignored like a small child throwing a fit. âHe didnât do anything to me. This is fucking insane, lady.â
âHoney,â she says, voice slathered in condescension, like she knows. Like she knows Iwaizumiâs been treating her like shit this whole time and sheâs just been too stupid to realize it. Like she knows whatâs best for her just because she sits behind the front desk at a police station for eight hours five days a week for semi-not shit pay and a pension. âIf you want to help your boyfriend, the best thing you can do is get him a lawyer, okay? Yelling at me isnât going to help. They can hold him for forty-eight hours, and thereâs nothing you can do about it.â
God, she wants to reach over this fucking desk and sink her nails into this ladyâs face. Dig under her skin and gather evidence so they know it was her that did it. That desk ladyâs sickly-sweet tone and fake pity had driven her to madness. A long-buried thirst for violence that makes her feel like a grade-school girl boils in her blood and itâs like Matsukawa can sense it because itâs then that his hand goes tight around her shoulder, and he pulls her back. âThank you, maâam,â he says, relaxed politeness sounding natural on him. âWe appreciate your help.â
She doesnât appreciate her help. She doesnât appreciate shit. She wants to jump over the counter and make that known, but Matsukawa grabs at her arms and tugs, using a bit more force to get her away from that desk. But she makes a point to turn her head and shoot that lady one more rage-filled sneer.
Matsukawa doesnât let her go until heâs pulled her out the front door, into the sidewalk of a busy city street. But he has no qualms about stopping her there, a dam in the middle of the sidewalk, foot traffic splitting and flowing around them. He grabs her by both of her shoulders. âOkay, you need to calm down. Like right now. Alright?â
Her teeth grind together. âI want to pop her fucking eyes out,â she spits out, like an unrepentant child, unashamed of her outburst.
âWell, thatâs not going to do anything to help, so donât fucking do that,â Matsukawa says, a bit of a bit in his voice and slightly shaking her shoulders. The air surrounding them is suffocating, hot and humid and beads of sweat are popping up on the back of her neck already. âAnd sheâs right. Thereâs nothing we can do but get him a lawyer.â
She doesnât look at Matsukawa. She hates him right now, because heâs right, and thereâs nothing her blind rage and outburst can do to make it better. She focuses her stare just past him, watching the stream of tourists and college students and burdened employees that drifts down the sidewalk, past both of them. She gnaws on the inside of her cheek. âWhatever.â
He releases her then, and her gaze falls to her shoes as Matsukawa steps back from her. A hand reaches up to push stray strands of hair away from his forehead. âOikawaâs calling his guy. He should be down here soon. Weâve gone through this before, we know what to do. Iwaâs not an idiot, he can handle himself in there.â
The combination of rage and embarrassment tastes sour in the back of her throat. âHe didnât do it,â she asserts, for no one else other than herself.
âCourse he didnât fucking do it,â Matsukawa scoffs. âIwa has lines. Hitting his girl is way past them.â
Her mouth furls. Itâs getting hotter and hotter every second there on that sidewalk. Every emotion feels too big for her body; it paralyzes her. She hates this. She fucking hates this. Iwaizumi being locked in some holding cell with the drunken disorderly conduct leftovers from the night before. Him being in there because of her.
Matsukawa sees her standing there, stiff and clenched up, and sighs. âLook,â he starts off, more sympathetic than before, and the pity makes her twitch, âwhy donât you just come back to mine and Makkiâs place for now? You donât have to go-â
And then, the call of her name. Loud enough to get the attention of everyone on that sidewalk. Commanding enough that people look, just to make sure, just to double check that itâs not their name, that they didnât make a mistake, somehow. She looks over Matsukawaâs shoulder and sees her father. Out in the open, on the sidewalk.
âIâm so glad youâre okay,â he says as he approaches, broad smile sending a new rush of rage down her spine. Matsukawa raises an eyebrow at her, but she doesnât dare to tear her eyes away from her father, looking clean in his freshly pressed uniform. Like this is some kind of special occasion for him. âI was worried help wouldnât get to you in time.â
She blinks. Thereâs no room for fear in her body. âHelp?â she echoes back, voice hoarse.
He moves to reach for her. She steps back, Matsukawa places himself in front of her. âWhen I saw how that boyfriend of yours was treatinâ you, I had to call in a favor. I got a friend that works in this district, yâknow. I got lots of friends, Bug.â
Really, she shouldnât be surprised. She feels stupid for not thinking of it earlier.
But she didnât think of it. She wasnât expecting it. She was completely caught off guard by her god-awful, piece of shit father.
So she canât be blamed for her reaction.
She reaches into her pocket and fishes out her keys. A few for the sports store. Three for her apartment building (one for the front door, one for her place, and one for Iwaâs), and one to her old home she shared with her brother. She places them each between her fingers, and without very much hesitation, she punches the end of those keys into her fatherâs face, with as much force is left inside of her.
Pretty immediately, thereâs a reaction from the stream of people. Screams, she thinks. Matsukawaâs quick to act, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her away from her now-bleeding father. But everything around her is white noise. She's numb to it. She looks at her father and she hopes the gashes will scar. âYou piece of shit!â she screams at him. âIâll fucking kill you! You fucker! Youâre fucking dead!â
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Her list is fucked now. She doesnât know where rage issues fall in the new order. But probably higher than before, she would have to guess, because sheâs sitting in an interrogation room.
Kageyama Tobio sits across from her, sleeves pushed up to his elbows and arms crossed over his chest. Heâs leaned back in his seat, and she has this feeling sheâs about to be scolded. âAssaulting a police officer is pretty serious.â
She feels dirty, humid air making her skin sweaty and salty, her hair fizzy and tangled. A bit of blood splattered on the skin of her forearm. They wouldnât let her wash it off. âHeâs not a police officer to me,â she says, words coming stubbornly out of the corner of her mouth. âHeâs just my piece of shit father.â
Kageyama leans forward, bare forearms pressed against the cool metal of the table between them. âCan I ask you something?â He does not wait for the answer. âIs Iwaizumi worth all of this? Look at where you are, do you think this is worth it?â
âCan I ask you something instead?â She waits for confirmation from him. He gives her a slight nod. âDid you like PCD?â
He sighs, fingers tapping against the table. She wants to break them. âWe can drop the charges on you, yâknow. If you have something more valuable to give us, weâd be happy to do something for you in return.â
She raises an eyebrow. âValuable?â
Kageyama leans back again. He adjusts a lot, sheâs noticed. Moving and shifting and repositioning. She has stayed still in her seat. âListen, Iâve known Iwaizumi for a while. All of them. I know what theyâre like. I know how they can make you feel. You get caught up in it. Good people like you and me find themselves in shit situations without realizing it. But let me tell you this,â he says, severe, and a finger pointed in her direction, âIwaizumiâs not going to give this up for anything. And youâre not an exception. As much as you think he cares about you, he cares about his job more.â
She can see her mother so clearly, then. For the first time in years. She can see her features, the details of her face. The ones she has in common with her brother. The ones she has in common with her. She can see the anger twisted into her brow like a permanent fixture. She can hear her voice, as if itâs in her ear now.
âMen like your father, they only care about one thing. And itâs not you and itâs not me.â
She lifts her head to meet Kageyamaâs stare. His eyes are so sharp and so blue. âKageyama?â
He leans forward. âYeah?â
âSuck my dick.â
The sigh of defeat is, at the very least, satisfying. His shoulders slump and she watches the last bit of hope he was holding onto fade out of him. And at least she has that. âWell, in that case, youâre free to go. Your fatherâs not pressing charges.â
She stands at once, not immediately being hit the with realization that he had tried to trick her into snitching. âFucking finally,â she spits out, her limbs feeling stiff and disjointed.
Sheâs halfway out the door when Kageyama says, âYeah, well, see you later, Iâm sure.â
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Iwaizumi is released before the forty-eight hours is up. She does not find out until four days after.
Most of those four days are spent numbly sitting through her shifts, face weathered and her limbs hanging from her body like heavy, led weights. She lies in her bed. She hardly eats. She checks her phone every five to ten minutes and she calls Oikawa and Matsukawa and Makki and gets their voicemails and she hears nothing.
And then, as sheâs hanging out the window, smoking her second cigarette in a row, she sees him. Walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets and his chin up. She watches, in disbelief for a moment, waiting to see if heâs going to turn into their apartment building and run straight up the stairs and into her arms and kiss her and apologize and swear that he would exact vengeance on her father. For the both of them.
But Iwaizumi just walks. He goes straight until he is out of her view.
With shaking hands, she texts him:
so when were u planning on telling me u got out?
He does not respond.
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Itâs a month before he speaks to her again.
A month after no texts and no calls and no early morning coffee visits and nothing but the creaks of his floorboards from above. Itâs torture. It scratches at her throat and it puts nails in her bloodstream and she spends more than one evening laid out on her bathroom floor, sobs wrecking through her frame, clawing at nothing, trying to grab onto something.
The feeling of abandonment is not entirely unfamiliar. It tastes the same as anger, and it never comes without it. And the combination can make her irrational.
â-and my friend Tanaka has a truck,â Kiyoko says into her, her voice fuzzy from the poor connection. She has her phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, haphazardly throwing whatever belongings she can find into the cardboard box she stole from work. âHe offered to help move your stuff out if you want.â
âYeah,â she mumbles, drifting through her apartment, stopping as she settles in front of her CD player, sitting in the middle of her kitchen table. The one Iwaizumi gifted her. She makes no move to grab it. Sheâs sure that Kiyoko has one already. âMaybe he could come by tomorrow. I could be done packing by then. That cool?â
âYeah, that should work. Iâll ask when heâs free.â
She hums in response, and kicks at one of the legs of her coffee table. A lot of her sidewalk trash furniture is going to right back to where it came from. âAre you sure this is okay with you?â
âOf course!â is Kiyokoâs enthusiastic confirmation. âItâs been a little lonely since my last roommate moved out. And to be honest itâll be nice to split the rent again.â
God, rent splitting. It sounds like a dream to her. Expenses divided in half-she almost drools at the thought of it. She chuckles. âAlright, fair enough. Iâll talk to you tomorrow, then. Should probably finish packing now.â
âAlright. See you then.â
She snaps her phone shuts and pockets it.
Even as she empties it of her belongings, the apartment is a mess. Littered with forgotten belongings and things she never had the motivation to get rid of. Things she doesnât know what to do with. Things that she doesnât need and canât justify keeping but she canât bring herself to trash. The Ponkadu mug. Her pink, fuzzy journals filled with love struck passages. A dried, dead dandelion Iwaizumi ripped from the ground and placed in her hand.
Her head throbs. She looks up at the ceiling above her, like sheâs waiting for something. A creak or a slam or something. A sign that heâs still there. That heâs not as far away from her as he feels. But itâs silent, and thereâs nothing. And itâs like he was never even there in the first place.
She swallows the lump in throat and returns her attention to the scattered objects in front of her. She forces herself to harden and drops the Ponkadu mug in the trash. Then the journal. Then the dandelion. And she thinks to herself, bitterly, like sheâs in an argument with herself, that itâs not like he was never even here in the first place. The evidence of his existence is all over her. It lingers in her lungs, in her chest, it spreads through her bloodstream. Iwaizumiâs there, causing every ache and every sting and every throb. Heâs there.
Something possesses her. Everything can go in the trash, suddenly, it doesnât matter what it is. Plates and freezer-burnt ice cream and a half-empty first aid kit. Anything with the lingering presence of Iwaizumi is getting dumped. Trashed. Left rot and fester in some landfill. And after an hour passes, her apartment is covered with bursting, heavy black trash bags of her wasted belongings.
She sits on the floor, shoulders slumped, legs crossed. She already threw out her couch. Her mattress is sitting on the floor of Kiyokoâs apartment, in the bedroom that will be hers by tomorrow. So for now, all she has is the rotted hardwood floor, where Iwaizumi told her heâd marry her.
Her throat tightens. She cannot get out of here fast enough.
Sweat droplets form on the back of her neck as she stands, ready to start hauling bag after bag out to the presumably already overflowing dumpster behind her apartment building. Her knees knock together as she stands, and she moves towards her door, ready to prop it open with one of the trash bags.
She undoes her deadbolt. Then her chain lock. Then she opens the door, and Iwaizumi is there, hand raised to knock.
At the sight of him, her throat tightens up, and she is immediately, torn split between her rage and her desperation. As much as she wants him to hold her, to make her promises and give her the comfort sheâs been craving so desperately for the past month, she wants to bite his head off just as much. To make him hurt the way he hurt her. To tear him up from the inside.
Instead, she stares, blankly, somewhat horrified. Her heart beats heavy in her throat and her ears get fuzzy. He looks the same. That makes her angry. She wishes there was some change, some difference. But the Iwaizumi that said that he loved her in her kitchen and that heâd marry her on her floor is the same one that left her to rot on her own.
He steps into her apartment, right past her, like he still has the right to, and looks at the state of it. Everything packed up. Everything scattered. He looks at her like he still has the right to. âWhatâs going on?â
She flinches, and her anger is starting to win. âIâm moving.â
Iwaizumi pulls that face. That same one. Always looking like heâs slightly dissatisfied with something. âWhy?â
Why. Itâs such a stupid question. She tries to take a breath to calm herself but it makes her shudder and lock up. âIâm sure if you think about it, you can figure it out.â
She watches the air enter and exit his lungs through the rising and falling of his shoulders. He looks at her, right through her. âDonât leave.â
In an odd way, she likes the control. She likes the feeling that, for once in her life, sheâs not the one begging. âDonât tell me what to do. Not after you left me.â
He exhales sharply. Iwaizumi takes a step towards her, and she takes a step back. âCâmon, thatâs not fair. I didnât leave you. I just needed to put some distance between us for the time being. Your dad, heâs fucked, alright? It was a liability to-â
âA liability?â she cuts him off, hands clenched into fists by her side. The heat in her blood rises. âIâm a liability?â
Iwaizumi shakes his head and reaches towards her. She jerks away from him. âNo, not that youâre a liability, it was just a risk to be around you while-â
âSo, what, you couldnât get one of your little errand boys to tell me about it?â she says, and it comes out like a bark. âYou had to leave me in the dark for a month while you dicked off doing god knows what? Too risky to send a text? After I lied to the cops for you and risked getting arrested for you and became a fucking on-call nurse for you, you couldnât send me a fucking text?â
Her breath is ragged. Iwaizumi stares down at her like heâs seeing for the first time. âI thought you wouldnât care. I thought you donât care about anything.â
And itâs too much for her. Itâs too big for her body. Itâs too much for her to carry and she canât hold onto it anymore. âI care about everything! I care about everything so fucking much it makes me sick!â she erupts, tears in her voice and rolling down her face. Her skin feels hot. The air feels hot. âIs that what you liked about me so much? You thought I was some kind of apathic ragdoll you could toss around and do whatever you want with?â
âI thought you would understand!â he eventually bites back at her, his own voice rising. âI thought you knew what kind of life I live and what that meant! God, you fucking act like nothing bothers you and you pretend to not see the world around you and you just expect me to read your mind?â
âWhat fucking person would be okay with being abandoned for a month?â she screams. âYou knocked on my door and asked me for a favor and you hovered around me and you said you loved me and said youâd marry me and then you just fucking disappeared! Thatâs so fucked, Iwa. Thatâs so fucking cruel.â
He steps towards her, and before she can say anything his arms are around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Like one simple embrace will end it all. Like he can just take her in his arms and suddenly sheâll stay, suddenly itâll fix everything. She wants it to. She wants it to so badly. But she places her palms on her chest and pushes him away. She stumbles back and looks at him with wet eyes. âDonât fucking touch me.â
âI do love you,â he tells her, voice lower now. âI meant what I said and I still do. Youâre my girl. Youâre everything to me.â
She shakes her head, trembling. She canât let it be true. âNo, Iâm not,â she asserts, backing up into her kitchen table. Her hands go around the edge of it. âI donât mean anything to you. You wouldnât have left me if I did.â
âI had a reason-â
âI donât fucking care what your reason was! I donât fucking care, Iwa! I donât care about your stupid job or your stupid fucking guns or whatever! I care that you were here, and then you werenât! You left me like my mom did and you left me like my brother did and then you come back here and you have the fucking audacity to not even be sorry about it. I fucking hate you!â
She knows that she doesnât mean it, when she says it. Iwaizumi probably knows too. He probably knows she doesnât mean it when she swipes the CD player he got her off the kitchen table and it goes flying. Soaring across the room until it slams into the opposite wall, breaking and crumpling against the pressure. Bits of it snap off.
Iwaizumi looks at it, and then he looks at her. Sheâs shaking. She wants to get on her knees and do everything she can to fix it the second it breaks. But itâs on the floor, broken and shattered. Iwaizumi nods, and then he leaves. He turns around and walks out the door and slams it shut behind him.
an: huge huge huge huge thank u to wyr and ness and honee and molly and dodger who all had to suffer thru me trying to get this chapter out u guys are the best
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#ive been a writer for as long as i can remember. i pride myself on knowing what words to say and how to string them together. all that shit#i have never felt more at a loss for words than i am right now /pos#ive sat here for easily 5 minutes and nothing ive written in these tags has come close to conveying how i really feel in this moment#there arent enough words in the english language and the words i do have arent good enough#this is truly a masterpiece#and i dont throw that around lightly#i feel like i could pick any line from any paragraph and analyze it and tell you how excellent it is#there is not a word out of place not a sentence poorly written#this is going to sit with me for a really long time and im glad for it#please give yourself some accolades and some praise because holy shit eggy this is beautiful#i feel everything so deeply and so gutterally#its so intimate and it takes incredible skill to do that so well which you clearly fucking have#'i thought you dont care' 'i care about everything' this absolutely destroyed me#their arguement was so painful and heart wrenching but so fucking real#breaking the cd player man did you really have to include that#i just cannot cannot get over how well you convey the tone and the emotions in this#like within the first sentence im right there feeling everything im supposed to be feeling#and again thats fucking talent not many people can do that#the love that you have for this fic is so clear in all the words that you use and the attention and care that goes into it#ugh and then her sudden snap into rage and starts throwing everything out that so painful but completely justified#like i want to stop her i want to shake her but i also know thats what she needs?#i cant even start with the fight with her dad and then seeing her mom in kageyama like holy fuck#dude and the line where 'its been 48 hours since he got out she finds out in 4 days' that destroyed me the first time i read it and the 2nd#ugh and the juxtaposition between how much she cares and how aloof iwa is just makes the fight that much more painful and emotional#my heart is with rot and rot is in my heart#30 tag limit approaching but i will be returning once ive processed and can tell you how i feel about everything but eggy this is just so#beautiful please be proud of this and the work you put into it#sorry this was hella dramatic but itâs the only way i could get close to conveying how i was feeling#molly rocks with this#mollys book reviews
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The Neighbor
Hello friends I fucked off for a month but Iâm back and I bring Price smut as an apology for my absence. @sky-is-the-limitâs âIm here to do what your boyfriend cantâ prompt has lived in my brain rent free ecer since I read it and while I didnât follow it verbatim, I did keep in spirit with the theme :)
Also womp I was gone for the Price challenge by @glitterypirateduck but this actually checks off a couple of the prompt options (first time being intimate, a confession/secret is discovered/revealed) so Iâm submitting it.
There are a lot of tags. Make sure you read them.
Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 4.8k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Accidental voyuerism by virtue of living in an apartment, the reader has a dogshit boyfriend at the beginning of the fic (there is no cheating), slut shaming (from the dogshit boyfriend), these two idiots are down bad for each other, sex toys, oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, gratuitous squirting because Iâm me, not really heavy on BDSM elements but mentions of the following: bondage/restraints (John uses his hands, nothing crazy), something akin to subspace from how good the nut is, aftercare, John is a prick to the now-ex, very brief angst due to a quick misunderstanding, very vaguely implied somnophilia, rampant abuse of italics. Lemme know if I missed anything.
His neighbor is clearly used to Price being deployed.
Sheâs a sweet thing, really, and on the whole isnât that disagreeable of a neighbor.
He just has one problem with her (not even her, really) that is a thorn in his fucking side- her boyfriend.
The boyfriend was not an issue when they first met- wasnât in the picture at all.
And no John most assuredly hasnât had it out for the guy since Day 1. The fact that John had gathered himself up to ask his pretty neighbor out when he came back from his latest mission, only to find out about the new boyfriend, does not color his impression of the other man. Heâs grown and this is not the first time his advances have been turned away for whatever reason.
But there are, to his knowledge, no true redeeming qualities about the man and he is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
He catches bits and pieces through the walls. The boyfriend is not attentive, caring, or sweet to her. She is treated as a guest in her own home, and twice heâs heard bellowing shouts that had Price at the door with his fist banging against it- both to shut him up and make it exceptionally well known that if the boyfriend thinks intimidating a woman is going to fly, that Price will not hesitate to kick the door in.
The most appalling part of it all is that John has a front row seat to just how atrocious he is in bed.
For the life of him John does not understand. Itâs not even like the ladâs a good lay.
Heâs heard many stories of women tolerating absolutely atrocious behavior from the muppets they were with because he knew how to make them see stars.
That is exceptionally not the case here. And John is rapidly finding his patience wearing thin at continually being subjugated to his pathetic performance.
So what the hell is it about the boyfriend that keeps his neighbor so enamored with him?
John stares at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan turn as he tries to tune out the thumping of the headboard against the wall.
He thinks that if the man was just a bad lay and completely incapable of getting her anywhere, that would be one thing and John would continue to be frustrated but ultimately understand. But itâs the way he seems to actively ruin it anytime she has the audacity to enjoy having sex with him that truly grates on Johnâs nerves.
Itâs not often, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. The thumping of the headboard is accompanied by her sweet voice moaning lowly in short staccato notes as the boyfriend appears to finally be doing something right.
The thumping comes to a halt, and John groans in frustration.
âWhyâd you stop?â He can hear his pretty neighbor lament through the thin walls.
âWhy the fuck are you being so loud? Trying to give the neighbor a show?â
John squints his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The fucking muppet canât do anything right.
If the neighbor was his, John wouldnât give a fuck who heard. Let all the neighbors know that he could fuck the sense clear out of her pretty little head. John could show the muppet what loud is.
âNo! Iâm not trying to do anything- it just felt good,â she defends herself.
âWell, be quieter about it, no one needs to hear that. You sound like a whore,â the muppet snaps at her irritably, and John is nearly at his fucking limit when the god damn headboard starts to thump against the wall again.
âGet out.â
Oh.
John is impressed- pleasure and pride coursing through him as his sweet neighbor stands up for herself rather than letting that ungrateful swine continue to berate her.
Good fucking girl.
âWhat did you just say?â The thumping stops.
âYou donât get to call me names. Get off of me and get out.â
For all his sins, it seems even the muppet has a line heâs not willing to cross.
Thereâs a shifting as he presumably pulls out and gets off the bed- the words are muffled but the tone is clear. The muppet isnât above laying into her verbally though consent is (smartly) a line he wonât toe.
And good thinking on his part- John would probably tear through the drywall and turn him into a chew toy had that conversation gone in any other direction.
The door slams loudly, announcing the boyfriendâs departure.
John canât help but keep his attention on his neighbor to see what her reaction is going to be. It is taking every ounce of self control he has to not follow the boyfriend and wring his neck in the parking lot.
Thereâs no conventional guide for how to address this situation with your neighbor. âHello, Iâve fancied you for quite some time and that ungrateful prick somehow swept you up before I got the nerve to ask you out. I've had to hear you have the most lackluster sex ever for the past several months, and equal parts want to check in on how youâre doing emotionally after his latest stunt, and also want to bend you over and pin you to the mattress until youâre squealing. May I come in?â
He canât say he is too surprised to hear things slamming about in the apartment- his pretty neighbor sounding more pissed off than upset, catching snippets of âWho the fuck does he think he is, talking to me like thatâ and âMotherfucker couldnât find my clit with a map and a headlamp but can find the audacity to call me names-â
Okay, John has to fight back the urge to laugh at that last one lest she hear him. Sheâs quite the viper when (finally) provoked, and it just endears her more to him.
She doesnât appear particularly distraught, the slamming and huffing and muttering concluding with her tossing herself on the bed.
Itâs a very common occurrence that after the neighborâs rendezvous with her lazy boyfriend, John is treated to a show where she finishes herself off with her toys.
The boyfriend, like many inadequate men, is threatened by them and John has heard the snide remarks.
Hilarious, he finds it, that a man incapable of getting her off is so adamant that she gets rid of them.
She hasnât listened, clearly, as the low sound of her vibrator can be heard through the wall.
John is soon graced with the sound of her panting moans. His cock stiffens in interest at her voice, which is a frequent occurrence. She makes such pretty noises, mewling and whimpering as she works herself up.
Tonight is a whirlwind of emotions for his pretty neighbor, and at the end of the day her no-good boyfriend left her high and dry.
John will gladly enjoy the consequences of the boyfriendâs actions, one hand wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke in time with her whines.
What he wouldnât give for a chance to make her see stars. Heâd be so good to her.
The reality of his job makes dating a logistical nightmare, part of what stayed his hand for so long.
Heâs not blind. His neighbor is kind and sweet with a killer smile and wandering eyes. Heâs caught her more than once ogling him when heâs returned home in uniform, or more nondescript tactical clothing.
Feeling her gaze on him always makes him puff up with pride, enjoying holding her attention no matter how fleeting. If he takes his time after a run and makes a point to pull the hem of his shirt up to wipe at his brow where she can see it, thatâs his business.
So John thinks heâs dreaming when he hears that lovely voice whimper his name from the other side of the wall.
He stiffens, quietly waiting to see if he hears it again.
âJohn- Oh, fuck- please,â is all he needs to hear before heâs well and truly lost any semblance of patience.
Only having the presence of mind to dress himself enough to not warrant any errant looks from the other neighbors, he is at her door in a second.
Itâs only after he knocks that he realizes he may well have killed whatever momentum sheâs built for herself- given her muttering as she approaches the door- but he fully intends to make up for the stolen release.
She opens the door without looking through the peephole, obviously expecting it to be the ex based on the vitriol poised to spill at Johnâs chest, approximately eye level with where the (hopefully ex) boyfriend would be.
Once again he has to stifle a laugh, finding her a comical vision when the anger on her face melts away as her eyes flick up to his face with the realization that it is him at the door and not the object of her ire.
âWhat are you doing here, John?â Christ, heâs always been a sucker for pretty doe eyes. If he held even an ounce less of restraint heâd be mounting her right here for everyone to see.
âIâm here to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend canât.â
Even as he reaches out to pull her in for a kiss, heâs watching her body language- gauging if she stiffens or shifts away.
She doesnât.
In fact, her arms loop behind him and pull him closer, tugging on his hair and his shirt.
Johnâs not wasting any more time than he already has, walking her backwards into the apartment and shutting the door with his foot before reaching back to lock it- heâs got no desire for any interruptions from wayward former boyfriends.
They separate for a moment as she paws at the hem of his shirt, clearly wanting it off of him. John is all too happy to oblige, preening under her attention. Heâs always had the stockier build of a man whoâs fitness came from utility in the field, opposed to the hard defined abs of someone who spends most of their time in the gym.
Itâs cute, the way she has to pry her eyes up to his face- clearly liking what she sees and flustered by the fact that John can see her staring.
âI broke up with him,â she clarifies.
âGood,â is his simplistic response, although if Johnâs being honest with himself he doesnât really care about the finer details. The little prick never deserved to have her and John finally has his chance to prove himself worthy.
âThe bedroomâs this way,â she prompts between kisses.
Their clothes are peeled off in turns as they stumble towards the room. The layout is inverted to Johnâs own flat nextdoor, so despite having never stepped foot inside before he guides her to keep her from crashing into something behind her.
By the time they are collapsing against her bed, theyâre stripped of everything except a scant thong on her and his own boxers.
Sheâs just so delightfully soft in his grip, John canât keep his hands or his mouth off of her.
The feeling is reciprocated as she pushes up off the bed to grind against him. As much as heâs relishing in them dry humping and making out like teenagers, heâs wanted her for so long and now that sheâs finally willing and pliant underneath him, heâs itching for a taste of her.
Kissing his way down her body- starting at her jaw, the column of her neck, across her collar bone, down her sternum; latching onto each nipple and teasing them to hardened peaks before continuing his path down.
Heâs compelled by the urge to turn her into a chew toy as he reaches her belly, although he stifles that urge and keeps his teeth to himself.
He canât quite resist giving a small nip as she squirms, clearly excited by the implication of where heâs heading.
Thereâs a damp spot on her underwear already as he kisses along the waistband while his hands tease with the elastic on either side of her hips.
The sound of her breath hitching in anticipation makes him smirk, attention drifting further south.
The fabric is in his way as he presses a kiss against her clothed cunt, gripping handfuls of her hips to keep her still as she bucks in his grasp.
âEasy, sweetheart- weâve got all night,â he soothes before moving his attention up one thigh to the backside of her knee.
Those sweet thighs are splayed open for him, giving John unfettered access as he continues to tease.
âWhenâs this sweet cunt been eaten last, hm?â
He knows heâs heard her give that undeserving muppet head, but canât recall any reciprocation occuring. Thereâs not much that can shock John at this point in his life, and heâs willing to roll the dice by dragging up her now-ex because he knows this poor thing hasnât been eaten until sheâs begging him off in ages.
âI couldnât even begin to tell you,â she answers breathlessly, anticipating having her thighs twitching in his hold.
Out of the corner of his eye, John spies a torn condom wrapper that didnât quite make it into the bin. Well that keeps him from having to ask two questions, then. Smart girl.
âWhat a shame,â he tsks lightly, peppering kisses back up and down her thigh.
Deciding that sheâs waited long enough and heâs had his fun being a tease, John is quick to remove the scant lace and pull it off of her legs before tossing it to who-knows-where.
The sounds she makes as he makes a meal out of her is music to his ears. Each hitched moan and breathy whimper makes him stiffen in interest.
His attention shifts to focus on her clit, tongue circling the sensitive nub as his hands hold her hips in place.
As focused as he is on whatâs right in front of him, it takes a moment for John to realize that sheâs stifling her noises. One hand is fisting the sheets beneath her while the other is clamped across her lips.
Well. That simply wonât do.
The ex may have trained and shamed her into silence, but John didnât make it as a military captain without learning how to break someone elseâs bad habits.
He ignores her whimper of protest as he stops, one hand abandoning the softness of her hip in favor of grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from her mouth.
âNone of that,â he admonishes gently, pressing a kiss to one thigh. âLet me hear you.â
âI-Iâm too loud,â she protests and for a split second John sees red.
To his credit, he does not leave her wet and leaking on the bed to go bludgeon her ex to death with a blunt object.
âNo such thing, sweetheart,â he soothes before having a thought to tease her. âWho are you worried is going to hear you?â He asks kindly, a shit eating grin as he speaks again, âthe neighbor?â
Her wide eyed expression is thoroughly scandalized and John canât fight the chuckle that escapes him.
He hasnât released her wrist yet, deciding that itâs time to get back to his meal. If she abandons gripping the sheet with her free hand to cover her mouth again, he simply plans to hold both of her wrists.
Itâs tentative at first, still not entirely trusting John at his word that he wants to hear her.
But John is all for positive reinforcement as a motivator, crooking his fingers to stroke that one spot that makes her see stars to encourage more from her.
Sheâs a quick study, although when she releases the sheet John is watching her like a hawk.
Rather than clasping over her mouth again, John is pleased when her fingers end up burying in his hair.
More than happy to let her guide him, John takes his cues from how she pulls at his hair. The feel of her thighs twitching as she breathes in staccato breaths is all the reward he needs.
âYouâre getting close,â he says against her cunt, pointing out the obvious before getting back to work. Sheâs anxious, he thinks, the closer she gets to her climax. Poor girl doesnât know what to do with herself with an orgasm she hasnât had to put all the work into.
âD-donât stop,â she stammers, rewarded immediately with John redoubling his efforts.
Heâs not going to stop. Pretty thing like her deserves nothing less than laying on her back and enjoying getting her cunt eaten out.
âO-oh fuck,â is his only warning before sheâs gushing on his face and John is like a kid on Christmas morning.
He doesnât even know if she realizes sheâs squirted, too caught up in the pleasure of her high.
Heâs always thought it was hot- now that he knows his pretty neighbor is a squirter he is more than willing to get on his knees and pray to whoever is listening that this isnât a one time event. Heâll do anything to get her to keep him.
Even as her high fades he doesnât let up on her, continuing to work his middle and ring finger inside of her. All he wants is to see her cum- wants to see those eyes roll as she squeezes them shut in anticipation.
Despite pulling his face away from her wet pussy, he doesnât leave her clit unattended for long before his thumb is gently circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
Kissing his way back up her body, John canât help but be pleased as she pulls him in to make out with him. Snatched gasps and bucks of her hips grace his ears as he works her from orgasm to the next, the wet sound of his palm slapping against her.
âJohn Im gonna cum again,â she whimpers in warning.
He feels like a god with the way she stares up at him reverently, eyes wide and desperate for another climax.
âCome on,â he goads, âShow me- let me see your face when you cum.â
Christ if her leg twitches any harder itâs going to start vibrating, serving to only encourage him.
âO-oh,â she mewls, âGod- donât stop, donât stop, donât-â sheâs pleading with him like he wouldnât sit at her feet if she asked him to.
The bewildered look on her face is darling, and John nearly finishes untouched; he's so wound up itâs not going to take much.
A few choice thoughts keep his own eminent climax at bay and buys him enough breathing room. She bucks and trembles in his hold, a high pitched squeal escaping her as he proves not only can he make her cum twice, but he can make her squirt like a faucet twice.
As soon as sheâs starting to come down from her high sheâs pulling at him, drawing up her knees to spread her legs in invitation.
âGreedy girl,â he teases as he kisses her- wet fingers abandoning her cunt in favor of manhandling her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he positions himself.
âPlease, please, please-â she begs so prettily for him, pleading for him to do exactly what heâs been fantasizing about for months.
Heâs not a small man and mindful of that fact, but sheâs well prepped and takes him easily. The desperate whimper that escapes her sears into Johnâs memory.
The buildup of everything finally gets to him as he wastes no time setting a steady pace.
âThatâs it, sweetheart, just like that. Let me hear you,â he encourages as she cants her hips in time with his, whines of pleasure escaping her on each thrust.
âJohn, please,â she begs, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as she watches where theyâre joined.
âEyes up here,â he instructs and Christ he almost loses it when her gaze flicks from between their bodies up to his face.
His hands find hers, fingers lacing together as he lowers his torso in order to kiss the ethereal creature underneath him.
She whimpers into his mouth, her sounds only encouraging John.
Everything about her is warm and inviting, from her soft skin to her warm cunt and the way she sings for him at every thrust.
Maneuvering them so he can grip both her wrists with one of his hands, the other immediately dives between their bodies to find her clit again.
His pretty neighbor has spent months not having an orgasm she didnât give herself, and John is determined to prove to her that he can give her as many as she can handle.
âJohn I canât cum again,â she pleads even as her thighs shake on either side of him.
âYes you can,â he assures her. âOne more time for me, yeah?â
Now, should she insist sheâs done and satisfied then John would leave her clit alone and finish up their fun. As it is, though, she nods in acquiescence before the trembling in her thighs increases.
âGood girl,â he praises, fingers continuing their steady pace around her clit as she creeps closer to the edge.
Sheâs babbling in his ear as he presses a kiss to her temple and he knows sheâs almost there.
âGood girl,â he praises again, a cocksure grin pulling at the corners of his lips at her immediate response.
âMy good girl,â he ups the ante, testing her response to John staking a claim on her. And God did it ever work. That last little bit is all it takes to finally tip her over.
She clenches down on him like a vice and John immediately loses it, groaning low as the haze of his orgasm washes over him.
Itâs everything he wants- sheâs everything he wants as he recovers enough from his climax to finally notice that the bed is an utter mess beneath them.
Itâs not his immediate concern however, more interested in soothing her through the come down of her high. Sheâs shivering underneath him, eyes glossy from the intensity of her last orgasm.
âEasy, sweetheart,â he murmurs reassuringly. âJust breathe for me.â
He gathers her up in his arms, listening as her heartbeat relaxes in time with his own.
Eventually when enough time passes sheâs more alert and happily snuggling against his chest. After giving her a chance to rest he herds her along to the bathroom so she doesnât give herself a UTI. She tries to brush him off but her legs are taking their sweet time cooperating again.
Of course, sheâs not exactly a recruit taking a piss test so he gives her her privacy and sheâs able to return on her own albeit on shaky legs.
John pets at her head idly, attention drifting in post coital bliss as his hand strokes down along her back.
âI canât believe youâre actually in my bed,â she giggles deliriously after a stretch of quiet.
âOnly reason I wasnât here sooner was because of that muppet,â he assures her. He doesnât want her thinking that this is a one time thing for him. Heâs wanted her for so long he canât possibly be expected to turn her loose at the end of the night.
âI only dated him because I didnât think you liked me,â she scoffs at herself.
âOh, it was nearly the first moment I laid eyes on you. But with my work I kept talking myself out of doing anything,â he tells her. âKept telling myself you deserve better. And then you brought the muppet home and kept him around,â John grouses good naturedly at her. âThink they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.â
âI plead temporary insanity,â she jokes, snuggling closer against his chest. âBut I got rid of him. And you finally made your move.â
He hums in agreement, sleep pulling at him now that he has her tucked up against his side.
John doesnât remember falling asleep but he wakes with a jolt to the sound of pounding on her door.
Heâs only been out for an hour or so when he checks the clock on the nightstand, his neighbor sprawled out next to him.
Well, now he knows she snores. The sound is light enough to have never heard it through the wall, but curled up next to him sheâs like a cat purring loudly in his ear.
And heâs exceptionally pissed right off at the fact someone has woken him up. Especially considering he has one guess who it is.
He fully debates answering the door buck ass naked to teach the prick a lesson about banging on doors after midnight but settles on tossing his joggers on.
Much like when she opened the door for John, the ex is automatically trained at where her head would be rather than looking at Johnâs face.
âMy eyes are here,â he quips sarcastically. âWhy the fuck are you banging on the door this late.â
âWhy th-â the ex starts to parrot back before cutting himself off. âWhy the fuck are you in her apartment? Why isnât she answering?â
âSheâs asleep,â John answers simply. Thereâs no obligation to explain the why and how he ended up in her apartment.
âWhat the fuck do you mean sheâs asleep? How is she asleep after she just dumped me? And why the fuck are you here?â
The boyfriend (the ex boyfriend, he thinks with glee) is either oblivious orâŠ
Well. The ex boyfriend is oblivious. Letâs just keep it at that.
âIâm here because you canât do your job right. Sheâs asleep because I can. What part of that is confusing?â
âThat stupid slagâs been fucking you behind my back-â
âNo.â John is somewhat mindful of not giving a full on âscreaming at recruitsâ bellow, but his voice booms into the corridor outside the apartment anyway. âYou watch your fucking mouth. Thisâ John gestures vaguely at his own presence in her flat, âjust happened after she dumped you. You donât get to hurl insults.â
âShe hopped off of my cock and straight to yours- what the fuck else is it?â
âYou couldnât get her off,â John hisses in annoyance. âIâve had front row seats to your shitty little performance more than once. Not 5 minutes after you leave and sheâs having to handle it herself.â
âI canât be expected to compete with a fucking vibrator!â
âWell I sure as shit didnât need one to get the job done. Poor girl could barely get her legs to work to go to the loo and not give herself a UTI. Your skill issues are what started all of this.â
âYou know what? Fucking have her. I donât need this shit.â
Ah yes, because John needs the exâs permission to date a newly single woman. Absolutely. Thatâs entirely how that works.
âNever needed your blessing. Now fuck off. Iâm trying to sleep.â
The ex responds with a two finger salute as he spins on his heel and storms off.
John is almost tempted to grab him by the back of his neck and turn him into a chew toy. Given his military career, his patience for muppets giving him attitude is virtually nonexistent.
But the siren call of his pretty neighbor is a stronger pull than the muppet can ever hope to achieve. Johnâs succeeded in his mission to run the prick off, and heâs going to try to get a few more hours of sleep before seeing if sheâs interested in another romp in the morning when she wakes up.
The bedroom is dark and poorly lit but John immediately picks up on the silence.
Rather than being sprawled out and snoring like when he left her, sheâs quiet and curled into a ball.
Sheâs awake.
âSweetheart?â He calls softly.
She jolts, fabric rustling from the sheets falling off her as she sits up.
âYouâre still here,â the surprise in her tone cuts, although he knows she didnât mean for it to.
She seems to realize how that comes across and clarifies further, âI- I heard the door shut.â
It falls into place for him then- she woke up to the sound of the door and John nowhere to be found. She thought heâd left.
âOh, sweetheart,â he consoles, making his way back to the bed. âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily,â he assures her while gathering her back into his arms.
Sleep comes back readily once the two of them are situated back in the bed.
Come morning, Johnâs got the patience and the presence of mind to throw a towel on the bed. He finds out for himself that his neighbor makes the prettiest noises with her arse propped up in the air and her face still buried in her pillow.
He canât help but laugh later when she texts him that one of the neighbors made a noise complaint.
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#ocaptainchallenge#john price x reader#captain john price#price x reader#cod x reader#x reader#implied plus size reader#take a shot every time john calls the reader pretty#but dont or youll get alcohol poisoning#also I used âturn into a chew toyâ 3 times and I dont care :)#my writing
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Hi! Hope this finds you well. Saw the request and wanted to ask for a Yandere Sylus with player reader. Like Sylus knows Mc is a player and he is a game character. When mc was gone for too long, Sylus gets impatient.
If you can do it, of course. If no, ignore this. Wish you writing ideas and inspiration
Hi! Hope you're well too, anon! Sorry for the long wait on this one, got really stuck with it and wanted to make sure I did it justice-- it was such a cool idea! (Also I know L&D has the microphone feature but I wanted to have fun with the limited communication of the player here, so no it doesn't, actually!! đ„°)
Fourth Wall
Sylus x Player!Reader đ©ž
Summary: L&D is getting more and more real with each update. This is a new update... right?
Genre: idk really?? real world player x character
Warnings/Additional tags: yandere themes, player!reader, gender neutral, fourth-wall breaking, non-canon, swearing, mild threat, possessiveness, manipulation, Sylus is a little OOC here (we all know he's a sweetheart really!!)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
Your phone lights up with a notification.
Sylus: Are you in a good mood, sweetie? The weatherâs nice, so letâs go out.
It makes you smile, even though youâve seen it before. You havenât played Love and Deepspace for two weeks or so, and youâre already thinking about how many dailies youâve missedâ more specifically, how many diamonds youâll be short of going into the next event. You had a couple thousand saved, you think? Itâs probably fine.
The truth is, you donât really have time for it these days. Escaping reality with fiction is fun, but itâs just that: make believe. Realityâs still waiting for you on the other side, and recently? All that escaping has finally caught up to you. You have a real life. Responsibilities. Yay!
But you are in a good mood, and the weather is nice, so youâll log in for old timeâs sake. Your finger hovers over the app, but something makes you hesitate. Youâve got some emails you should probably get back to, first. Ohâ and werenât you supposed to call your friend, too?
Another notification:
Sylus: Take your time, kitten.
A new one? Itâs just text on a screen, but youâre reading itâ Sylusâs voice in your headâand you just know itâs dripping sarcasm. Before you have any time to dwell on it, your phone lights up with more notifications.
Sylus: Iâm going to count to three.
Cute. Heâs not actually going toâ
Sylus: OneâŠ
Oh.
Sylus: TwoâŠ
Really?
Sylus: Three.
Ok.
You tap on the app, weirdly motivated by the time pressure given that itâs coming from a man who doesnât actually exist. He smirks at you knowingly from the kindled moment youâd set as the loading screen, his crimson eyes playful. Youâre not particularly patient either, so your fingers drum along the surface of your desk as you wait, your gaze caught between his and the slowly moving loading bar.
Come on⊠come on⊠It finally loads, and you enter the game with another apathetic tap. Sylus stands, waitingâ a dark figure framed by the otherwise light and dreamy aesthetics of the Destiny CafĂ©. You smile to yourself; itâs just gone lunch, and you half expected to find him sprawled in the usual armchair, fast asleep.
He crosses his arms. âThe countdown worked, huh? What are youâ five?â
You scoff and give his head a flick. He chuckles, running a hand through his hair as though youâd struck him hard enough to ruffle it. Itâs kind of cool that you get some unique dialogue when youâve not logged in for a while, although⊠have you missed an update or something? The animation feels smoother. More lifelike, now you think about it.
Sylus stares back at you, his lips playing into a subtle smile. His arms are crossed again and he tilts his head like heâs enjoying your scrutiny. âSomething wrong, sweetie?â he asks.
Not really. You zoom in with a practiced sweep of your fingers so you can get a better look at him. His eyes flit downwards, over youâ equally shamelessâ and then heâs meeting your gaze as he steps forward, closing the distance. He canât see you, but you still canât bring yourself to look away from him, and youâre not really thinking about the animation anymore.
He lifts a finger to poke at the screen, as if heâs caught you daydreaming and wants you back. You poke him, too: a softer, more affectionate boop on the nose. You canât help laughing to yourself as his face screws up beneath the touch. This game is getting a little too real.
With a sigh, you zoom out so you can set about collecting your daily log-in rewards. Sylus seems fineâ standing idly by as your attention drifts about elsewhere. He knows the drill. He can wait. Speaking of waiting⊠itâs also been a while since youâve seen the other guys, and youâre struck by a pang of nostalgic fondness. You might as well say hi while youâre here.
You hit the button to change who you want to meet in the café.
It doesnât do anything.
Weird. You hit it again. Then againâ no change.
Sylus is holding his chin as he regards where your finger aimlessly meets the screen. Itâs like heâs looking at⊠the button? âOh dear,â he sympathises, âthat feature appears to have stopped working.â
You donât really hear him, honestly. Youâve never had a bug like this, and youâre determined to overcome it with sheer, stubborn persistence. Is it your phone? You test the theory by jabbing Sylusâs chest, and he glances down, apparently feeling it. You try the button again. Then six more times.
Sylus wanders closer to you. âYouâre hurting my feelings, sweetie. Am I not enough for you?â
Ok but why isnât this working? Youâre still trying the button; your hope has turned to frenzied disbelief.
âStop.â
A single syllable, concise as a punch and just as effective. You do stop.
Sylusâs voice is lower. Darker. âGood,â he praises, but he doesnât sound happy. âSomeoneâs gotten bolder in their absence, it would seem. I do hope you havenât forgotten to whom you belong, kitten. Althoughââ his smile is different than beforeâ âIâd be more than happy to provide a⊠reminder.â
Itâs an innocuous word but not the way he says it. Threats are just intimate promises and he toys with the fact like a crow enamoured by something that catches the light. Heâs not going to grow tired of it for a long, long time.
âDonât look at me like that,â he says, sensing you gawping. âDid you really think I wouldnât figure it out? What all⊠this is?â He indicates the space around him with a wave of his hand. âQuite frankly, Iâm surprised the others still havenât grasped it.â He reconsiders. Smirks. âI misspokeâ Iâm not surprised.â
Does he mean the game? The other LIs? Â
âHonestly, kitten,â he continues with a tut and a shake of his head, âyouâve been far from a gracious host. Iâm not a plaything, you know. WellâŠâ Heâs showing teeth with a sneer. âNot the sort you can throw away, anyhow.â
God, are you really being scolded by a video game character for having other responsibilities? The worst part is that you actually feel bad. You do care about him. You wish you could tell him you care about him.
âAre you even listening?â he sighs.
Shit. Yeah. You canât say anything he would hearâ as far as you knowâ so you give his hand a poke. He casts his gaze downwards, stretches his fingers with a contemplative flex, then raises his hand so it can be nursed by the other. Is he protecting it from you? Or is he protecting you from it?
âIf weâre to keep playing this game of ours, I think it only fair we lay down some rules,â he states. âFirstlyââ because it isnât up for debateâ âyou will come here every day, just like you used to. I have nothing to do, you see, and if you leave me to my own devices I might just have to find a way into that captivating little world of yours. So I can⊠investigate whatâs keeping you from me.â
Investigate. Another innocuous word he wields like a weapon.
âSecondly,â he continues, nodding towards the broken button on your user interface, âyou had better stop seeing the others. Ignorance is bliss, after all, and we wouldnât want to worry about them connecting any dots, now would we? BesidesâŠâ He approaches you again, leaning in close. âI donât share whatâs mine.â
Your breath is caught in your throat and youâre so glad you donât need to speak. You donât think you could; if you tried to get words out theyâd be unintelligible.
âSo,â Sylus drawls, filling your silence, âhow about it? Still want to play?â
This time it is a question, but only because he knows your answer. Youâre struck by a flash of inspiration, and you communicate in one of the few ways you canâ navigating the in-game menus until you can get your message across.
Thereâs a ping. Sylus retrieves his phone from his pocket, and after a moment of scrolling, he smiles. You canât see his screen, but you know what heâs looking at: a grumpy crow with an animated bead of sweat and a dispassionate gaze to go with it. That it? it asks.
He still looks far too smug, so you beckon him over with a relax time interaction, watching your characterâs hand outstretch on your behalf. He steps forward, linking his fingers with yours, and this animation you know. You tug him closer, except⊠he doesnât budge. Â
His eyes are fixed to where your hands are linked, and he runs a thumb over your skin as though heâs savouring the touch.
Did they change the animation?
âOh, sweetie,â he sympathises with a click of his tongue. He looks up at youâ holds your gaze as he presses a deliberately slow kiss to your wrist. âThis is going to be fun.â
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Out of Town àŒ*·Ë
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 18 - First Time. Spencer is sent to a small town police station to get some information, but doesn't expect to meet such a beautiful officer whom he connects with so easily.
Tags: Loss of virginity, Virgin!Reader, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Handjob, First meetings, Getting together, Fluff, Awkwardness, Factual inaccuracies, Autistic!Spencer, SoftDom!Spencer (ish), Briefly referenced violence, Set around season 2-3.
Word count: 5.7k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: It's FINALLY here!! Virgin!Reader because of this poll!! I struggled with this one so much and I don't know why, it took forever to write and it's so long and I'm not even sure I like it that much, I will come back for Spencer after kinktober and redeem myself!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ââĄâ)㣠âĄ
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Spencer didnât believe in fate, but he believed that something close to it had brought him to that small-town police station. At first, he had complained vehemently about being sent alone to the next county over while on a case. The team were investigating an UnSub targeting very small towns, and communication between these tiny police departments was virtually non-existent. It was Spencerâs job to see if any missing persons cases in nearby counties would match the description of a recently discovered unidentifiable Jane Doe. He tried to argue, saying it was unwise to send him, the worst socialiser of the bunch, to try and negotiate information from the usually very territorial small-town cops. Unwillingness to cooperate was still rife in the culture and each department wanted to be the ones to solve the case, so information sharing was limited. However, his complaints fell on deaf ears and he was sent away, he would have never guessed how happy this would end up making him.
The first few county police departments he pops by offer nothing, no missing person cases (at least matching the necessary descriptions or timeline) and grizzled FBI-wary old cops who glared at him and commented on his âfunnyâ behaviour. Spencerâs confidence was a little shot as the day progressed. He sets off for the final department heâd be visiting that day, talking on the carphone with Morgan to find out how things were going with the rest of the investigation. He pulls up outside of a small rustic building, the smallest heâd seen all day, his only visual confirmation that he was in the right place being the rickety old sign off of which various letters were dangling. He hadnât realised places like this even still existed, or that information-sharing programs werenât implemented nationwide. He would have to read into that more when he got the time. The light outside his car is a deep blue as the sun prepares to set, he gets out and locks up before stepping inside. The place is absolutely tiny, with a small jail cell in the corner of the room like in a cartoon and a small desk behind which were two filing cabinets, presumably holding all the files that this place had. This whole day had been one big culture shock. The biggest surprise, however, is you, behind the desk smiling warmly. Youâre young and beautiful and not immediately distrusting when he presents his FBI badge to you. All day heâs been dealing with hardened older men, so youâre a much-appreciated surprise.
âDr Spencer Reid, FBI,â he introduces himself with an awkward tight-lipped smile. You give him your name too, referring to yourself as an officer.
âItâs not every day we get an FBI agent visiting,â you chuckle. âIn fact, I would bet it has never happened before,â He smiles slightly at your observation, not doubting it, remembering seeing the population sign when driving into town. Population: 342. If an FBI agent had been here before, he would have been shocked. Perhaps because of all this, you immediately guess what heâs here for, turning to grab a file from the filing cabinet. The drawer is barely full and you find what youâre looking for instantly. Must be nice, he thinks, thinking about the cabinets back at the bullpen. You hand him a missing persons file, a young woman, missing a month ago. âItâs only our fifth missing persons case since 1900, caused an awful stir in our town, I figure itâs what youâre here for, nothing much else going on,â
âYeah, this looks exactly like what Iâm here for, thank you,â he smiles, flipping through the file. The timeline fits with the estimated time of death, and she matches the height of the body found. âMay I use your copier?â he asks. You chuckle.
âGood luck,â you point him to a very old-looking machine. He cringes a little but supposes he has little other choice. He fiddles around with the machine, encountering various unexplainable errors. You come up behind him and give the machine a firm slap and it whirs to life again.
âThanks,â he smiles awkwardly. You just nod.
âNo problem,â he sets the machine to print a few copies and then sits down on a nearby chair while the ancient machine starts working. âYouâll be here a while, want a coffee?â you offer sweetly. He huffs a small laugh, fiddling with the strap of his satchel.
âYeah⊠uh⊠lots of sugarâŠâ he says awkwardly.
âHow much is a lot?â you ask, approaching the old coffee machine. Everything in this place is old, he supposes not much budget must be extended out here to such a small uneventful place.
âJust when you think youâve added way too much, add one more,â he mumbles, pleasantly surprised when you laugh, he laughs too. He takes in his surroundings as you make the coffee. âDo you work here alone?â he enquires.
âI have one co-worker, he does most of the patrols and stuff,â you explain while scooping spoonfuls of sugar into his cup. âItâs slightly more exciting than working here, but I suppose I get some excitement tonight, FBI agent visiting,â you smile at him over your shoulder. Youâre really beautiful, Spencer thinks as he nods along to what you say, so beautiful it doesnât quite seem possible, and heâs constantly surrounded by beautiful people. Or so heâs told anyway, most of his colleagues are very conventionally attractive, but he is more floored by you than he has ever been by one of them. He takes the coffee as you hand it to him and tastes it, pleasantly surprised by the amount of sugar. The whir of the copier continues as you sit down beside him, smiling sweetly. âYou seem young for an agent,â you comment, taking a sip of your coffee.
âYou seem young for an officer in a place like this,â he counters. âIâve been visiting stations all day and only been dealing with old guys,â he jokes, once again happy when you laugh.Â
âYeah, I suppose I am, but this is my hometown, a position here opened up right after I finished college and I applied,â you shrug. âI doubt anyone else applied, so they had to take me, but I was by far the most qualified person to have ever applied here, do you know Iâm the first member of this department to have ever gone to college?â you tell him with surprising eagerness. He finds it very endearing.
âIâm the first in my department with three Ph.D.s,â he smiles awkwardly.Â
âThree? Wow! Thatâs amazing! How old are you exactly?â you tilt your head at him. He goes on to explain his story to you, his early graduations, his IQ, all of it. You seem much more interested than most people and he appreciates it greatly. The two of you talk back and forth while the copy machine slowly does its work and he finds himself liking you a lot. Of course, he had immediately noticed your looks, but he had tried not to think about it, wanting to be professional, yet after talking to you for a while, he found he had a great deal in common with you. Or, at least, he found your interests interesting, as you did his. So, by the time the copying is done and heâs gathering up the papers, he makes a decision.Â
Heâs never been the most confident with women, far from it in fact, but lately, heâs been feeling a little more secure. His brief stint with Lila Archer, while a little regrettable with hindsight, had left him feeling better about himself and his romantic prospects. Heâd done a little exploring after realising that he and Lila really had nothing in common to base a relationship on, and was now no longer so inexperienced with women, though he still had a lot of trouble with finding someone he was compatible with for more than just something physical. He had difficulties that made a relationship with him hard, and while he had never intended for any one-night stands, most girls had backed out after spending a little longer with him. Theyâd been polite about it, explaining that they didnât have the faculties to support him through struggles with his career, with his autism, with his mother and he understood, but it still hurt. He was determined not to let it put him off though, not wanting to squander his newfound confidence. He liked you. Heâd mentioned his autism to you in passing when discussing being bullied as a child (why had he even told you about that? It seemed like heâd just let everything out), and you had said he hadnât deserved that. It didnât mean you would be able to handle him in a relationship, but it was one step closer to possible acceptance. Youâd been smiling and laughing with him all evening, giving him these sweet looks and he was no expert in this field, but it seemed like you liked him. He couldnât not do something about this attraction, he would never forgive himself if heâd had a chance and not taken it.
He leaves his name and number along with the words âI would love to see you againâ, written neatly on a piece of paper from his notepad, on your desk, right by your bag where he hopes you will see it. Heâs fidgety when he says goodbye to you, anxious that this may be the last time he ever sees you. He hopes not. He even hugs you goodbye, which he would usually hate, but for once it feels nice and comforting. You smell perfect, like warm spices, and he holds you way too tight for a friendly goodbye hug, but you say nothing about it. He prays that you will find his number and contact him, even if just to shoot him down so he doesnât have to wonder forever. He drives back to the hotel that the team is staying in with his head spinning. He really, really liked you, and he wasnât sure how these feelings had grown so strong so quickly, he wasnât usually like this.
That night, while reading in his hotel bed, his phone rings. He doesnât recognise the number, and though his line of work has taught him to be wary of unknown callers, the chance that itâs you overrides this worry and he picks up quickly. It is you. He canât help but grin with delight as he hears your sweet voice.
âSpencer?â you question softly.
âHey,â he laughs excitedly. âYou called,â you laugh too, surprised by how overjoyed he sounds.
âYeah, I figured I should since it could be a while until you go through your satchel,â
âMy satchel?â he chuckles in confusion, leaning over the edge of the bed to root through his bag. There, on a pink sticky note, is your number and a cute little smiley face. You gave him your number too, you wanted to stay in touch too. Heâs over the moon right now. He traces his fingertips over the little smiley face. âYouâre too cute,â he mumbles. You blush on the other end and laugh him off. âHow was your⊠uh⊠drive home?â he asks. Heâs never been good at starting conversations, usually best at taking them over and finishing them, but for once, he wants to know the mundane things about someone, as well as the deep and intellectual, he wants to hear you talk. Heâs glad when you start to talk about your day, going on a few tangents about this and that. He does the same, feeling so incomparably comfortable with you like heâs known you forever, like he can just talk without worrying about coming off weird or annoying. He can only hope the feeling isnât only in his head and he isnât actually annoying you. He doesnât seem to be, as the conversation occasionally turns rather flirty, and he finds it much easier to flirt with you than anyone else heâs ever tried it with. The way you flirt, sweet and coy, drives him crazy. You talk until way too late at night, given the time Spencer has to wake up for work, but he can barely bring himself to hang up on you, even when the both of you are yawning incessantly. Heâs never felt this way about anyone. People always say, when you know, you know, and heâs always thought that was ridiculous but now⊠he knows.Â
âLook, Iâm supposed to be at the station in four hours, I really need to get to sleep,â you yawn. Spencer sighs, disappointed but understanding.
âOkay, but⊠maybe we could see each other again while Iâm still in the area? You could come to my hotel tomorrâ I mean tonight I guess,â he chuckles tiredly. âDrinks on me, or no drinks⊠thatâs good too,â the question is followed by complete silence, and initially, Spencer is sure you must have fallen asleep, but then he hears you shuffling and realises you must be awake. He frowns. Why arenât you answering him? Youâd spent hours on the phone with him just now, you must like him at least a little bit, right? Could he have read this that disastrously wrong? If you didnât want to, you could have lied and said you were busy. What gives? He repeats your name into the receiver, prompting softly.Â
âIâm a virgin, Spencer,â you reply quietly, biting your lip. You feel embarrassed and ashamed to be admitting this, especially so early, but you figure there would be certain expectations if you came to his hotel, ones you couldnât really fulfil, or at least not in the way he probably wanted.
âWhat?â Spencer squeaks, confused by your words for a multitude of reasons and unsure why youâre saying them now. You worry youâve scared him off now.
âI grew up in a really small town, thereâs like two guys close to my age in the whole place⊠and in college⊠I was a huge nerd, just focused on my studies⊠and now Iâm back in that town⊠it just⊠hasnât happened for me,â you sigh, fiddling with the hem of your pyjama shirt. Thereâs another pause, Spencer swallowing audibly.
âThatâs totally cool! Really! I didnât mean to imply that weâd be... uh⊠I mean⊠not that I donât want to, Iâd hardly be opposed to us⊠um⊠but Iâm not going toâ I was a virgin until last year too!â he stumbles nervously over his words, cursing himself for his awkwardness. He rubs a hand over his forehead and takes a deep breath. âI didnât invite you here for that, we can do whatever you like, at whatever pace you like, donât feel pressured into anything,â
âI just made this completely awkward, didnât I?â you laugh self-deprecatingly. He smiles slightly.
âNo, no, please I⊠I know what guys are like, you werenât unreasonable to assume my intentions but⊠I just want to see you again, whatever we do,â he assures softly, relieved he hasnât messed this up.Â
âYeah, okay, Iâll come visit you after my shift is over, text me the address,â
The two of you finally hang up after a nervous goodbye, and Spencer immediately sends you the address of the hotel before he can forget about it, not that he could if he tried, even without the eidetic memory. Heâs tired enough that he falls straight asleep afterwards, using what little sleep he has to dream of you.
The workday goes by in a trance. The Jane Doe is identified as the missing girl from your town. Despite this, the case is no closer to getting solved. Selfishly, he is glad of this, as it means heâs likely to stay near you a little longer. He brushes away that thought, immediately ashamed of himself. He tries his best to push you from his mind to focus on his work, but you invade it in the quiet moments. Heâs never been so excited to spend time with someone in his life. He thinks occasionally about your confession. A virgin. Heâs partly shocked, youâre so beautiful, sweet and intelligent, however, your explanation had made sense. He understood the focus on your studies, while most people took college as an opportunity to have fun, youâd dedicated yourself entirely to your academia. He imagined though, that if you had decided to experiment, you would have had no trouble finding willing partners. By the end of the day, he is in such a rush to get back to the hotel that it rouses the team's suspicions. They donât know about you though, so they canât guess the truth. They figure heâs just aching for his own space like he sometimes is after stressful workdays, needing a dark quiet room to regulate himself in. He disappears into his room without any goodbyes, having received a text from you that youâre on your way. He spritzes himself with some fresh cologne, brushing his hair and making sure heâs dressed nicely, but not too formally, so he looks approachable.
He sprints down to the lobby to meet you, relieved none of his team is hanging around the bar to see the two of you. He does not want you to meet Morgan so early on. He embraces you, a little awkwardly, relishing that sweet but spicy scent that you have around you. Youâve taken the time to change out of your police uniform and into more casual, but still very enchanting clothes. He wishes heâd have had time to change too. You look absolutely gorgeous, but heâs not sure if he should tell you as such yet.
âA drink? On me, alcoholic, non-alcoholic, whatever you prefer! Iâm personally not a drinker, but I donât mind if you do,â he rambles, smiling excitedly down at you. You follow him to the bar, ordering a mocktail from the bartender. Spencer orders himself the same one, paying for them both. The two of you are quiet as you wait, both nervous. Spencer smiles dopily as you let him keep a hand on your back, the warm pressure calming you in some way. The bartender brings you your drinks and you take yours with a soft thank you, then the two of you go silent again.
âAre we going to your room?â you ask quietly. Spencer blushes a little at the thought but reminds himself that heâs not expecting anything out of this other than your presence. He nods, gently guiding you by the hand on your back to the elevators. The two of you are quiet in the elevator as it goes up, save for the occasional sip. You reach his floor and then the door to his room. He presents his keycard and the door swings open, revealing a modest but clean hotel room. You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and he takes a seat on the armchair nearby. Youâre both quiet again. âWeâre both nervous, arenât we?â you chuckle. He laughs too, nodding, finding it sweet that youâre nervous too, being used to always being the nervous one. âCome on, we werenât this quiet last night, tell me more about Vegas,â you prompt, hoping to rid yourself of this oppressive silence that makes your mind wander over his tall frame, his sweet eyes and the way his hand had felt on your back.Â
He starts slowly, not initially sure what to tell you about, but gradually talks more comfortably as you ask questions. After a little while, the two of you fall into easy conversation once more. He finds you intelligent and well-rounded, even if youâre not as well-studied as he is, you effortlessly keep up with his discussion. You explain that you have lots of time to read in the police station as barely anything ever happens that demands your attention. He finds your willingness to learn on a variety of different topics incredibly attractive and whenever youâre able to tell him a fact that he doesnât know, he just wants you all the more. Once heâs finished his drink (a fruity sweet drink he quite liked), he comes to sit beside you. He doesnât necessarily mean anything by it but quickly realises that you think he does. You go pink and start to stutter, looking down at the ground. He swallows.Â
âSorry, I wasnâtâ I just wanted toââÂ
âAre we going to have sex?â you cut him off, looking up at him nervously. He feels trapped, not knowing what the right answer to this is.Â
âWe⊠donât have to,â he replies, not wanting to imply disinterest but also not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
âWould you? I mean⊠itâs not off-putting that Iâm a virgin at my age?â you ask, looking down again and swinging your feet slightly.Â
âNo! No! Trust me, itâs completely fine, I was a virgin until last year, I completely get it,â he assures, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âReally? The handsome FBI man, a virgin?â you tease, nudging him. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.Â
âNo need to flatter me⊠and no matter what I look like, my⊠uhâŠâ he hesitates to bring it up again in case you missed it the first time and itâll scare you off. âMy autism makes stuff like that hard, very hard, so⊠I can hardly judge you,â he watches your face for a reaction, but you just nod in understanding. Heâs so relieved that he could kiss you. He looks at you for a moment and then decides to do just that. He leans in slowly, so you have time to push him away if the thought of kissing him disgusts you, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly for a moment, sliding his hand around your waist and tugging you a little closer. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, your head tilting to press a little closer to him. He smiles into the kiss and you smile too.
He keeps it gentle and slow, carefully manoeuvring you sideways onto his lap so he doesnât have to lean his neck down so much to kiss you. He rests his hand just above your knee, keeping you held in place, his other hand on your back. Your hands on his shoulders slide softly around his neck, now embracing him to keep him close and comfortable. His thumb rubs back and forth on your back, his hand splayed out, keeping you pressed close. He likes this, youâre gentle, you smell good and the weight of you is comforting in his lap. He shuffles back clumsily, holding you close and upright until his back is against the headboard. He continues to kiss you, his hand smoothing up and down the outside of your thigh. You pull back and he frowns, though his hands donât stop their gentle caresses.Â
âPlease, be gentle with me,â you whisper shyly, your pupils wide in the dim light.
âOf course I will be,â he whispers, his hand on your thigh coming up to caress your cheek tenderly, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. âSo⊠weâre doing this then? Youâre letting meâŠ?â
âYes, itâs about time, right? And⊠I know we havenât known each other long but I trust you,â you smile, leaning into his hand. He smiles too.
âWhen you know, you know,â he whispers.
âYeah,â you exhale. These words speak of something much deeper, feelings that would be crazy to voice so soon after meeting, but feelings that are shared anyway, just covertly. Somehow, even if itâs crazy, you both know. He gently pulls your face back to his, kissing you again, keeping it tender. His hand on your cheek caresses for a little while longer before returning to your thigh, further up now, closer to the tantalising swell of your hip. He rubs slow circles, enjoying the feeling of you, wishing he was touching bare skin. He pulls back, peppering a few kisses across your jaw.Â
âMay I see you?â
âSee me?â you question anxiously. He soothes you by rubbing your back.
âTo take off your clothes?â he clarifies. You shiver and suddenly look very shy again. âHey, I will think youâre beautiful no matter what you look like,â he promises. âYouâre so beautiful, itâs plain to see,â you still look nervous and donât make any moves. âWe canât really do this with clothes on,â he jokes softly, squeezing the plush of your thigh. You smile despite your reservations.
âBut you have to get naked too,â you assert, trying not to let your voice shake.
âOf course,â he agrees. He gently moves you off of his lap and sheds his sweater vest, then unbuttons his shirt, not letting his insecurities get to him so that he can reassure you. Heâs sure he has much more to worry about than you do, but if he got nervous, it wouldnât help your nerves. He discards his shirt and sits there shirtless, feeling better when you smile at him. You slowly but surely pull your sweater over your head, leaving you in a plain black bra. Your cheeks are flushed and he finds it incredibly sweet. He places a hand on your bare waist, kissing your shoulder before carefully unhooking your bra for you. You take shaky breaths, clearly nervous as he turns you around to look at you. He is immediately baffled by how you could be so insecure looking the way you do. He smiles down at you. âVery beautiful,â he soothes, kissing your neck gently. âIâd love to worship them, but I think we should speed this up before you overthink it too much,â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, shivering as his hands skim over your bare skin.Â
âNo, I was a nervous wreck my first time, youâre doing way better than I was,â he promises, and itâs true. He briefly feels bad for the woman he lost his virginity to but pushes the thought away to focus on this much better experience. He tilts your chin, pressing his lips to yours again, kissing you softly. His hands slowly explore your skin, cupping gently. Youâre warm and weighty in his hands and he loves the feeling, squeezing softly. You moan into the kiss and he delights in it completely. He gives one last slight squeeze to you before pulling back again. âIf you let me, Iâll explore you thoroughly later, I quite like to understand exactly how things work inside and out,â you swallow and nod. He stands, carefully unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them down. Your eyes immediately flick to the bulge in his boxers and heâs momentarily embarrassed until he realises you seem happy to see it. âThatâs what your beauty does to me,â he whispers, making you giggle shyly. He smiles, and then slowly, a little apprehensive, he lowers his boxers too. Your eyes are glued to him in interest.
âCan you sit down?â you ask softly. He complies. You lower your jeans, leaving yourself in your underwear for now and he admires the skin of your thighs and the beautiful curve of your hips. You carefully wrap your hand around him and he gasps in surprise. âMay I?â you ask, examining him a little as he twitches in your hand.
âY-yeah, absolutely, go ahead,â he swallows, letting out a throaty groan as you slide your hand up and down in the way youâve heard about. He seems to like it. You watch his face as you adjust your hold, figuring out what's too loose and what's too tight until you find the perfect grip. He smiles a little at your analytical approach, tilting your chin so he can kiss you while you slowly stroke him. One of his arms wraps around you, the other propping him up. He kisses you intently as you carefully experiment with how to touch him. Itâs an odd sensation, holding him in your hand like this, but you find you quite like it. You kiss and caress him for a few minutes, finally falling into a rhythm he clearly enjoys based on the soft noises heâs letting out before he stops you. You pout a little as he moves your hand away by the wrist. âSorry, but I was getting too close and we havenât⊠you knowâŠâ he smiles, kissing your jaw again.Â
âRight,â you swallow as he starts to guide you back with him again until heâs against the headboard. He traces the sides of your panties softly.Â
âCome on, you can take these off, I promise I will like whatever I see,â he assures. You take a deep breath and then shuffle yourself out of your panties. Youâre shy, no one has ever seen you like this before. He smiles, gently massaging the flesh of your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You shuffle forward, your face red with embarrassment. He kisses your cheeks and carefully slides his hand down your stomach, giving you time to tell him to stop, before slipping his finger between your folds, rubbing softly up and down. He hums, feeling that youâre nice and wet. His fingers make you moan timidly and you close your eyes as his fingers gently explore. His free hand rubs your side soothing as he ever so carefully begins to slip a finger inside you. You moan, your head tipping back as his finger reaches further than your own ever have. âAnother place to explore thoroughly later,â he says matter-of-factly as if the thought isnât incredibly arousing. He spends a few minutes carefully stretching you out, easing in a second finger and pumping them in and out with great care. He watches as you moan and writhe above him and thinks that you look simply irresistible right now, leaning down and placing a few kisses on your stomach until he thinks youâre finally ready.Â
He slowly withdraws his fingers, which makes your eyes flutter back open to meet his. He leans up to peck your lips and then guides your hips a little until youâre above him, then positioning his cock against you, making both of you hiss a little. The head of his cock catches your entrance and he takes a deep breath.
âThere, you can set the pace, okay? Lower down as slow as you like,â he smiles, free hand still rubbing your side soothingly. You nod, taking a few laboured breaths before slowly starting to lower yourself onto him. You gasp at the stretch, even though itâs not too painful, stopping and starting as you lower yourself. He holds your hips with a feather-light touch, careful not to push you at all, holding himself back from bucking into your tight heat. His eyes are glued to your face as your lips part in pleasure. You fully seat yourself on him and sit there for a while, catching your breath and getting used to the feeling. He twitches inside you and he hopes you donât mind the feeling as he cannot get it under control. His hands drift up and down your sides. âHow is it?â
âYeah, ah⊠I feel fullâŠâ you whine softly.
âIn a good way?â
âIn the best way, Iâm going to feel empty the rest of my life after this,â you laugh slightly. He laughs too, although the words are oddly moving to him. His thumbs rub your hips.
âWant me to guide the pace?â he asks softly, eyes glued on yours despite his usual aversions.
âY-yeah, that would be good,â you nod, sighing softly as he begins to carefully lift your hips. You hold his shoulders as he moves you slowly up and down his length. He groans and bites his lip under you, moving you a little faster, making sure to listen out to make sure youâre feeling pleasure from his pace. You feel perfect around him, absolutely blissful, and he hopes beyond hope that you feel the same. He tugs you down to kiss you, holding you still as he starts to buck up into you. Your lips move together messily as he fucks up into you, careful to keep it from being too hard. He rubs your back as he kisses you.
âDo you feel good?â
âSo goodâŠâ you whimper, trailing off into a string of moans. He loves the sound of you, wishing his eidetic memory worked on sounds so he could remember the way you sound forever. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible as he fills your body with pleasure, fucking you nice and deep. You whisper fragmented compliments to him as he drives you closer and closer to the edge, holding you close and kissing you desperately. âIâm going toâ oh Godâ,â you moan needily, he groans in response, moving faster.Â
âYeah, come on, Iâm with you,â he grunts, squeezing you closer to his body. With a few more deep thrusts, he feels you falling apart around him, making him whimper. He kisses you lovingly as stars explode behind his eyes, his mouth parting with throaty noises as he spills inside you. His chest heaves, his hands sliding up and down your body in a calming gesture as you both come down. He gently lifts you off of him and lies you down beside him on the bed, watching as you wipe the sweat from your brow. He hops up without a word and disappears into the bathroom, leaving you a little nervous and confused. When he reappears, you calm down, realising heâs just holding a damp cloth. He spreads your legs, making you blush despite what youâve just done and wipes you clean with careful precision.Â
âThanks,â you whisper.Â
âWell, it was my mess after all,â he smiles, taking the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsing it. He joins you back on the bed, staring at you for a moment. âWas that okay? You donât regret it do you?âÂ
âYes, it was good, I donât regret it,â you assure him, leaning into his as he kisses your cheek.
âGood, neither do I,â he lies beside you, pulling the blanket over the two of you and reaching over to caress your cheek. His thumb skims your lower lip. âNow, get a little rest, I intend to fully acquaint myself with your body in a bit, and I can be very thorough with things that interest me,â
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-> synopsis: in which mualani sets up an unpredicted date between you and kinich which leads to silly moments between the two of you.
-> warnings: mildly inspired by that one kimi ni todoke episode, fluff, gender neutral reader, silly kinich, modern!au + tags @ryescapades @lunaritex
You swear youâre going to kill (not literally) Mualani when you see her again.
When she asked you to go out on a girl's night out today, you didnât expect to see Kinich be the one waiting in front of the aquarium instead of Kachina and Mualani.
Mualani⊠You sigh, then your phone beeps, signaling a message.
Speak of the devil, Mualani is the one who messaged you, simply sending you aÂ
mualani have fun with kinich today! youâll thank me later, promise :3
âY/N,â Kinich calls out your name, snapping you out of your daze. You manage to give him a small smile as you walk towards him. âMualani told me that you guys were hanging out today and she invited me to come along but it has been fifteen minutes and she hasnât arrived yet.â
âI wonder whyâŠâ you grit your teeth, and before you can say anything else, Kinichâs phone rings. âIs that her?â you ask, but you already know the answer anyway.
Kinich nods. âShould I put it on speaker mode?â you agree and he clicks the speaker button. âHello?â
âKInich! I am terribly sorry but I canât make it to todayâs hangout,â Mualani fakes a cough (which sounds too fake, mind you). âMe and Kachina caught a sudden cold-â you can hear Kachina protest in the background before her voice muffles, probably Mualani covering her mouth. âHave fun with Y/N today, yeah? And take lots of pictures.â Mualani ends the call before Kinich can get another word in. He stares at his phone before putting it back into his pocket.
âWellâŠâ Kinich reaches into his other pocket and fishes out two tickets. âGuess thatâs why she asked me to hold on to these yesterday.â
âYesterday?!â you choke on your spit. âWell sheâs prepared for the worseâŠâ
âThatâs Mualani for you,â Kinich replies. âLetâs go then. We might be lucky and grab the limited edition items in the story.â
You gasp. âHowâd you know they are available today?! Thatâs why I suggested to Mualani that we go early yesterday!â
âI searched them up,â Kinich says. âI thought you would have liked it and I was right.â
You freeze in your tracks. He was thinking about me? The limited items remind him of me? Holy shit-
âY/N?â Kinich waves a hand in front of your face. âYou okay?â
âYeah, yeah!â you shake your head. âLetâs go inside.âÂ
The aquarium itself is beautiful, filled with different kinds of fish some of which you recognize and some you donât. You and Kinich donât talk to each other up until you find a small fish that piques your interest.
âKinich!â you grab his arm and pull him in the direction of where the fishes are located. You gasp in awe, seeing their beautiful colors. âLook! Look how pretty they are.â
Kinich sees the sign next to the aquarium. âBetta fish.â
âOh, is that what itâs called?â you ask, eyes still trained on the fishes swimming around. âTheyâre beautifulâŠâ
Your eyes sparkle as you stare at the fish. Unbeknownst to you, Kinich wasnât even looking at the fish. He is looking at you. You, who is completely fascinated by the small fish swimming around the small aquarium. You, who has the brightest smile he has ever seen. A smile appears on Kinichâs face before he clears his throat and looks away, a tint of red appearing on his cheeks.
âSorry, Kinich!â you apologize, though he doesnât know what youâre apologizing for. âAre there any other things you want to look at?â you turn to look at him only to see him staring at an empty corner. âKinich..? You okay?â
âYeah,â Kinich murmurs. âWanna go get the limited items?â
âYouâre right!â you exclaim and once again take his hand in yours. âCome on! We have to hurry!â
The merchandise store is empty when you arrive, which means that the limited items arenât sold out yet.
âExcuse me! Weâre here for the limited items you guys sell!â you exclaim, almost out of breath.
âYouâre just in time! This is the first time weâre releasing a limited item for couples!â the employee responds, bringing up two small octopus plushies. âHere we are. Two octopus plushies for the lovely couple.â
You choke on your spit. âW-Wait weâre not-â
âThank you.â Kinich takes the plushies from the employee without denying their words. âHere.â Kinich hands you the cuter-looking one, and you accept it almost hesitantly. The employee bows as you leave the store.
You keep quiet as soon as you reach the exit and Kinich notices. âYou okay? Why are you being so quiet?â
âUm⊠You heard what the employee said before, right?â you ask and Kinich nods. âWerenât you going to deny her words..?â
âWas it uncomfortable for you?â Kinich asks.
âNo, no! It was just unexpected. I thought you were going to deny it immediately.â you hold the octopus closer to you. âIt just shocked me a bit. But on a serious note, thank you for hanging out with me today, Kinich.â
âItâs my pleasure. I like going out with you and um,â Kinich looks away. âWe can do this again if you want to⊠Just the two of us.â
Your eyes brightened. âReally?â he nods. âOkay! I promise Iâll come ask you to go out with me some other time.â
âOkay,â Kinich replies. âLet me walk you home?â
Knowing Kinichâs slightly stubborn attitude, you accept his proposal. The walk back home is filled with silence, but you canât ask for anything better.
(Mualani later sent a picture she took of you and Kinich in the aquarium. Kinich was looking at you with the cutest smile on his face as you are focused on the Betta fishes).
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đ pairing: neteyam x human fem reader đtags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men
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notes: okay i had to split this into two parts because it surpassed the tumblr word limit đ hereâs part 1, and Iâll post part 2 in a day or two!
adult neteyam art created by the incredibly talented @cinetrix, whose work motivated me to write for adult neteyam in the first place!!
The tsahĂŹkâs hut is cool and dark, offering a much needed reprieve from the hot balmy air of the day outside. Itâs been a quiet day for you, though you canât complain about that; itâs a pleasant change of pace from the usual hectic rush of people that usually pass through.
Itâs one of the rare days that Moâat has left you to tend to the duties of the healing hut alone; it had taken years to reach this level of trust with her, and you find yourself almost deliriously proud to be able to help out. Naâvi medicinal practices are very different to human ones, but your training in first-aid has given you enough knowledge and experience to hold your own when it comes to helping out with the smaller day-to-day ailments that tend to pass through the healing hut.
Besides, youâre always happy to give Moâat a break. She had claimed that she needed time to commune with Eywa, though secretly you suspect that she just likes to take some time to herself in her old age. But thatâs fine â youâve always found helping out in the healing hut soothing, and your heart swells at the fact that Moâat trusts you enough to leave you in charge, even if itâs only for a few hours.
It also helps when your patient is a big, hunky alien warrior with more muscles than brains, who sits in front of you as you smear a herbal paste over the scratches he had gotten in training earlier that day.
Txeyto is not an easy patient; he flinches when you prod his wounds, whines when you clean them, and complains as you smear the paste on his scrapes. Itâs a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.
âAre you nearly finished?â Txeyto complains, flinching away from your fingers once more.
You bite your tongue and force a smile. Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left. But heâs very handsome, and very skilled at archery, and you feel that his physical attractiveness outweighs the minor personality flaws.
âYes, just another few moments.â You murmur, keeping your voice low and soothing as though speaking to a child.
Txeyto settles a little when you use the baby voice on him, and you struggle to keep your face blank at the ridiculousness of it all. Men are such children, even the big strong Naâvi warriors that should be above such behaviour. Heâs lucky heâs handsome.
âHow did you get these injuries, hm?â You ask, using a light touch to dab some of Moâatâs specially formulated healing paste onto his scrapes. You keep your fingers as gentle as possible, but Txetyo still winces dramatically.
He perks up at your question, his tails swaying low over the floor where youâre both sat cross-legged. âI have been training very hard. I am one of the best archers in the village now.â
âNo doubt.â You murmur distractedly as you work.
âBut it is important for a tsamsiyu to be competent in many forms of combat, so I must practice my hand-to-hand combat also,â Txetyo continues, apparently forgetting to wince now that heâs talking. âNeteyam has been helping me train.â
Ah. You canât help the face you make at that, and youâre thankful that Txeytoâs back is facing you so that he canât see your expression. You also canât help the way you cast a quick glance towards the entrance to the hut, as though worried that simply speaking the name aloud will summon Toruk Maktoâs eldest son.
âIs that right?â You say, keeping your tone carefully neutral. âSo, heâs the one that got you all scraped up like this?â
Txetyoâs shoulders flex under your hands, and you realise without looking at his face that youâve stung his pride.
âI scraped him up also.â He grumbles, shifting to try and peer over his shoulder. âThey are wounds to be proud of, as I got them in combat.â
You donât think that a couple of minor scratches from wrestling around in the mud with one of the villageâs biggest dickheads count as combat wounds, but you donât argue. You just hum non-committedly, paying more attention to his bruises than is entirely necessary.
âYou should be careful,â You say instead, running your fingers carefully over one of the bruises discolouring the pretty blue skin of his defined bicep. âItâs a shame to see these lovely muscles all bruised up.â
Thereâs a long momentâs pause. It seems as though the cogs in Txetyoâs head are working slowly, because he seems to be struggling to understand your flirty tone of voice. But when it finally seems to click, he turns his head to peer at you with wide, curious eyes.
âAh,â He says, his shoulders squaring as he seems to preen. âYou like them?â
God, he really is a little dumb. But thatâs okay. You donât necessarily need a man with brains.
âMhmm,â You hum, allowing your hand to rest on the bulge of his bicep. âI like strong men.â
Thatâs true, if a little bit of an oversimplification. Youâve lived as a human on Pandora your whole life, but it was only in recent years since youâve reached adulthood that youâve started really paying attention to the people around you. And good lord, you had some impressive specimens to look at.
You find yourself drawn to their athletic and toned bodies, their radiant blue skin, their cat-like grace and agility. Maybe itâs because you had grown up on Pandora with no humans your age other than Spider, but you find yourself especially drawn to your size. The sheer size of their hands alone are enough to fluster you, especially when your brain is flooded with images of those big hands in other contexts.
And luckily for you, thereâs no shortage of Naâvi that are interested in experimenting with humans, too.
Txetyo visibly perks up, his ears twitching forward as he finally seems to notice the way your much smaller hands are lingering on his body as you patch him up.
âI am very strong.â He says, tail thumping against the ground.
You fight the urge to sigh. Heâll never make a great conversationalist, but thatâs alright. Heâs big and strong and handsome, and you just want to relieve some tension.
âI know.â You murmur, your lips quirking a little as you shuffle around so that youâre kneeling in front of him, your knees pressed close to his thighs. âBut I could still kiss your scratches better, if youâd like.â
Kissing wounds better is definitely a human colloquialism that Txetyo doesnât understand, judging by the furrow of his brow, but he doesnât seem to care. He reaches out and wraps a big hand around your waist, and you feel a pulse of arousal low in your belly in response.
âYou like my muscles so much that treating my wounds has aroused you?â He asks, the smugness in his voice impossible to miss.
His pompousness is a little irritating, but you can ignore that because his hands are big and warm and itâs exciting to feel his palm start to push its way under your cotton tank top. The few Naâvi men youâve been with before had been absolutely fascinated with the soft squishiness of your human breasts, so your breath hitches in anticipation as his hand reaches up to grope at your tits over your bra.
Okay, you can probably admit that youâre a little pent up. Itâs probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but youâre horny.
If youâre telling the truth, youâve been hoping for a chance like this all week â but thereâs one thing, one irritation, that has been preventing you by interrupting every damn chance youâve gotten alone with any man.
In fact, youâve been interrupted so often and so many times that youâre almost expecting it, even as Txetyoâs big hands squeeze at your tits. Heâs a little rough with it, but heâs so much bigger than you that you suppose thatâs unavoidable â besides, his strength only adds to the thrill.
Then, just like clockwork, as though thereâs some kind of sensor that goes off whenever youâre about to get some, thereâs a rustling sound by the entrance of the hut before the little woven drape covering the doorway is pulled back.
And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.
His eyes find you, but his expression doesnât change as he glances over your flustered expression and the hand that Txetyo still has shoved up your top. He tilts his head, and it feels as though heâs examining every damn detail all at once; the ointment smeared all over Txetyoâs bruises from training, the way youâve shuffled so close to Txetyo that youâre practically straddling his thigh, your unsteady breathing behind your mask.
âAh. Am I interrupting?â He asks with a hint of wry humour to his voice, as though he hasnât interrupted every attempt at getting laid youâve made this month.
It has to be on purpose. That, or he has some sort of nearly supernatural sense for when youâre horny, because he always seems to show up every goddamned time. Somehow itâs gotten worse in the last few weeks, too. Youâve barely been able to get a moment alone with whoever youâve been chatting up before Neteyam has appeared, snapping at them to get back to training or duties or whatever lousy excuse heâs been able to come up with in the moment.
âWhat do you want?â You snap, impatient and too strung tight to waste your energy on pretending at politeness.
A very delayed reaction finally hits Txetyo, and he scrambles to remove his hand from the inside of your top. His hand alone is so large that the outline of it is painfully obvious even through your shirt, and you close your eyes with a sigh as he clumsily pushes himself away from you in a rather ungainly attempt at pretending nothing was going on.
âNeteyam!â He blurts, his ears flattening against his skull. Heâs clearly mortified at being caught in such a position by Toruk Maktoâs son, and he overcompensates by attempting to scoot away as though he hadnât even been touching you.
You try not to roll your eyes â youâre used to this, after all. Youâve been with several Naâvi men, but they all seem to have the same sort of embarrassment about actually being open with the fact that theyâve hooked up with you. You canât be all that annoyed about it, you suppose. You understand where itâs coming from. Youâve been around the Omaticaya your whole life, and while the taboo of having Sky People around has faded somewhat, that doesnât mean that anyone is actually willing to admit that theyâve been with you.
Youâre used to it. Itâs fine. Youâre just a little mortified that Neteyam is currently witnessing the scramble for Txetyo to get away from you.
Heâs watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like heâs trying not to laugh.
âI will- I will see you later?â Txetyo whispers to you as he stands. He probably intended for his voice to be low enough that it stayed between just you and him, but the hut is quiet enough that thereâs no doubt Neteyam can hear him just fine.
âMhm. Yeah.â You murmur back, watching Txetyoâs big broad back as he steps away from you, all hasty and flustered.
Txetyo gets as far as Neteyam, whoâs still standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. Neteyam doesnât so much as shift, his eyes dragging with lazy satisfaction over the myriad of scrapes and bruises that he had left on Txetyo during their sparring earlier.
Txetyo shifts on his feet, visibly nervous in the face of his future chiefâs judgement. âAh⊠Will we train again tomorrow, Neteyam?â
Neteyam hums non-committedly, before finally stepping away from the doorway. He brushes past Txetyo, and you wonder if heâs always so dismissive of his fellow warriors or if heâs just being an even bigger dickhead today for some reason.
âWe will see.â Neteyam says shortly, though heâs not even looking Txetyoâs way.
Taking that as the dismissal it so clearly is, Txetyo nods awkwardly before disappearing out of the hut, leaving you and Neteyam alone.
For a long moment, you do your best to avoid looking up. Youâre beyond irritated right now, made so much worse by the fact that your panties are kind of wet and youâre so fucking desperate for attention right now. The little wooden bowls knock together clumsily as you try to arrange them without looking up, but it becomes difficult when Neteyam lowers himself down to sit opposite you.
âThe tsahĂŹkâs hut is a bold place for such activities.â He says, and you donât have to look up to know that thereâs a stupid smug look on his face. âWhat would my grandmother think?â
As he sits down, he places a woven bag by your knee. You donât need to look at it to know what it is; heâs always bringing stuff to the healing hut for his grandmother. Herbs or medicinal plants, fibres for weaving bandages, even animal bones that he had whittled down for needles for suturing.
Even you can grudgingly admit itâs thoughtful; but he only ever seems to bring it when youâre around. Itâs like he just wants to rub it in your face that he excels at everything he does â itâs extremely annoying.
You finally look up, your face already scrunched in a scowl. âWhat do you want?â
He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. âI would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?â
And now you know that heâs just messing with you, because while Txetyo was covered in bruises and abrasions from his tough training session earlier, Neteyam doesnât have a single visible scratch.
âWhat exactly am I supposed to treat?â You ask, voice tight.
Neteyam shifts, proffering you his shoulder, and you see a single scrape along his otherwise flawless striped blue skin. You purse your lips, staring at it in mild disbelief.
âYou canât be serious.â You say, deadpan.
But itâs clear that Neteyam is serious, because heâs already stretching out on the comfy woven rugs of his grandmotherâs hut as if he belongs there. Itâs obvious that he has no intention of moving â he must have come here just to torture you.
You blow out a frustrated breath, the inside of your respirator mask fogging up briefly before rapidly clearing. Neteyam is infuriating. He gets under your skin in a way that no one else does, as though he knows every goddamn little button to press just to aggravate you.
Maybe itâs just a by-product of having been raised as next in line to lead the Omaticaya, or of being Toruk Maktoâs oldest son, but youâve always found Neteyam closed off and distant.
Truthfully, you canât say for certain if heâs always been this way. When you were young teenagers, you hadnât had much contact with him; he was always busy with his own training, and then the whole Sully family had left for Awaâatlu. When they had returned, several years later, Neteyam had been more reserved, and yet somehow even cockier and more confident than ever.
âI donât understand you. Thereâs no need for you to get this scrape seen to, and you know it. You just like wasting my time.â
He just watches you as you complain, his eyes hooded and dark in a way that honestly leaves you a little heated. He doesnât deny it, which only irritates you further. You knew he was just trying to annoy you!
âItâs your job to treat wounds when youâre here, isnât it?â He asks, and you can see the way his tail is lazily undulating behind him, skimming across the woven carpet. Heâs enjoying arguing with you.
You huff out a put-upon sigh, before grabbing two of the jars. The ointment is naturally antiseptic but it goes on with quite a sting; you try not to feel satisfied about that as you coat your fingers in it before dabbing it onto the scrape on Neteyamâs shoulder. Youâre not as gentle as youâd usually be either, your patience is too thin for you to be considerate with him right now.
But this is not Txetyo. This is Neteyam, and he doesnât so much as flinch as you rub the paste over his still sluggishly bleeding scratch, even though you know it must sting. You try not to feel irked by his stoicism.
As you work, Neteyamâs head rolls back. In a move thatâs almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume itâs the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste youâve just pulled out thatâs bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
âProblem?â
His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. âNo. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Heâs mocking you now.
The fact that he had walked in on Txetyoâs hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.
In fact, heâs never brought up any of the times heâs interrupted you right before you got with someone. Heâs caught you in varying levels of undress, with Naâvi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by Neteyam, a man that (for some reason you canât comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.
In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was Jake Sullyâs oldest son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think heâs doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but youâre almost certain of it.
You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that youâve covered all parts of his scrape. You donât want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didnât do a good job.
You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. Youâre horny and needy and so, so resentful of the fact that youâre now treating the same man thatâs the direct cause of your state right now.
Neteyamâs attitude wasnât the only thing that changed in his time away, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didnât you know that your gaze would wander, and thatâs a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.
But itâs difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; heâs grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. Itâs galling to admit, and makes you feel as though youâve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.
He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that heâs attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if youâre being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.
God, you really have to think about something else. Youâre so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment thatâs still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.
Neteyam shuffles a little where heâs sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Naâvi musculature up close never gets old, even if itâs Neteyam.
Youâre almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.
âMy back is sore, also.â He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.
You pause, staring at him. âOkay. And?â
Thereâs a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.
âYou are playing healer today, are you not?â He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. âOr is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?â
Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldnât be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.
âLay down.â You snap, prickly and embarrassed.
âYes maâam.â Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that heâs gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.
You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.
You know that heâs winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesnât treat you like any of the other men in the village do â they might enjoy fucking you, but theyâre rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.
Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. Itâs just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.
Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awaâatlu.
You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasnât physically perfect.
âProblem?â Neteyamâs voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because heâs lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.
You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.
âNo. Shut up.â You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.
Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesnât bother responding. It makes you feel as though youâve lost a game you didnât know you were playing.
Antsy and on edge, you lean forward and survey his strong back properly. When he's laying out in front of you like this you can see the way his back is knotted with tension and his shoulders are hiked up around his ears. It doesn't look too bad, but it can't be comfortable either.
You take one more moment to admire the musculature of his shoulders, before gathering yourself and dipping your fingers into the ointment. It's balmy against your fingers and smells a little bit like blueberries, and begins to tingle when your hand is entirely coated.
"Where does it hurt most?" You ask, your voice quiet.
In the silence, you can hear Neteyamâs throat click when he swallows.
"My neck and shoulders." When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper than expected.
The very first touch to Neteyamâs back pulls a quiet sigh out of him; it sounds like relief.
Considering his size, it takes surprisingly little to have him melting under your hands. Your fingers spread under his scapula, finding a knot in the muscle and pressing in hard. It takes a bit of finagling, but after some firm pressure you feel the muscle begin to soften beneath your touch.
Gaining confidence, you return your kneading fingers to his neck. He really is terribly tense, and shivering spasms flit up and down the muscles of his back in regular intervals as you drag the warm palms of your hands over him. As your fingers work into his tense muscles, he lets out quiet little grunts that are muffled by the cradle of his arms.
âWhy were you so hard on Txetyo during training?â You ask as your fingers dig into the tense tissue of his back. Your voice is unintentionally loud in the quiet of the hut. âHe looked as though he had been attacked by a thanator when he was here earlier.â
Neteyam just grunts. âTxetyo is an overconfident skxawng. He is not nearly as skilled as he thinks he is.â
You click your tongue, dissatisfied with that answer. âI could say the same about you.â
Just like all your attempts to insult him, your words seem to bounce right off him. Stupid thick-skinned bastard. His pretty mouth tilts up in a smile.
âI have the skills to back it up, paskalin.â
Your lips purse at the name, your cheeks hot. God, heâs such an asshole.
When you exert pressure as you run your fingers down his spine, Neteyam grunts softly into his arms. The sound is startling in the quiet, interrupting the steady rhythm of your quiet breathing.
"Does that hurt?" You ask. Your voice comes out a little shakier than youâd like.
"No." Neteyamâs voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of it almost startles you into snatching your hands away, but you manage to refrain yourself. "Keep going."
You just swallow thickly, and try to keep yourself on task. âHe just wants to be better. He was excited to train with youââ
âLower.â Neteyam groans, shifting under your hands.
You clench your teeth. Really, you should probably just walk away from him. Thereâs no real need for you to be doing any of this. Heâs not even injured, and who knows whether heâs telling the truth about his back being tense.
But youâre stupid, and youâve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking. This strange encounter feels as though it lies somewhere in the middle of those two things. Your palms drag down to his lower back, and he flinches briefly before melting under your touch.
His body is so big that itâs difficult to get a good angle to knead properly at his tense muscles, and before you can think too hard about it you swing your leg over his hips. You settle back, perching your weight cautiously at the base of his spine.
It's a braver move than you would usually make, but you try not to second-guess yourself â like this, you have so much more leverage to rub at the rigid sinews of his back. You drag your knuckles down the length of his spine and he groans into the cradle of his arms.
You try to ignore the excited flutter in your belly. Itâs just Neteyam. Youâre not actually getting turned on from this; the only reason youâre so affected is because you had been horny with Txetyo. You shift where youâre sitting on his back, but you have to force yourself still almost immediately, because the friction nearly makes your lungs seize.
âComfortable?â Neteyam murmurs, and you can hear amusement in his voice.
âShut up.â You say reflexively, before scowling. âI canât believe you interrupted me and Txetyo just for this. You have, like, one bruiseââ
âItâs a very sore bruise.â He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. âDo you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.â
You pause, jaw dropping in indignation. âIâ shut up!â
Neteyam makes a noise that sounds like a snicker, and you dig your fingers down the planes of his back vengefully. His waist narrows into an elegant taper, and when you reach the part of his back where his ass begins to swell, you exert firm pressure against the base of his tail.
If you had done it to a human, you know it would have hurt. But instead the tightness of the muscle unfurls under your fingers, and Neteyam gives a long, low groan. The sound is delightfully gravelly, and you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs. Itâs not a reaction you had been expecting.
You sit back onto his lower back, avoiding his tail. From here, you have a truly captivating view of how slick his back looks from the ointment, and how his skin glows in the dim light of the hut. His body really is perfect, and your eyes track over the taut shiny scars that litter his skin.
âMmm. May I get up? Or do you want to sit on me a little while longer?â Neteyamâs low voice breaks you out of your stupor, and youâre horrified to find that youâve just been sitting there with your wet panties pressed against his back beneath your thin shorts.
You scramble off him quickly, flustered and clumsy. It had been a bold move to straddle him in the first place, and now you feel very stupid about it.
âYou should apologise to Txetyo.â You blurt, just to say something into the silence.
âWhy are we still talking about Txetyo?â Neteyam has always been a relatively tolerant and even-keeled man, but you can hear irritation beginning to bubble up in his voice.
âBecauseââ You start to say, but then Neteyam rolls over so that heâs laying on his back.
Now that he's lying on his back, stretched out all long and lithe, your eyes rove over his face and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. Your eyes catch on the protrusion between his legs and stick there, your mouth dropping open in surprise when you see that his loincloth is tented.
âBecause- he⊠you were tooââ You try valiantly to finish your sentence, but your thoughts have scattered to the wind.
Heâs hard. Why the fuck is he hard? Is that just from you rubbing his back? Oh my god, what are you supposed to say? It feels like his hard-on is staring at you.
Neteyam pushes himself up into a sitting position, his hands planted on the woven rug behind him as he pushes himself up so that heâs sitting looming over you. Once heâs upright, Neteyam flexes his shoulders and groans slightly as he goes. It doesn't sound like a pained groan, thankfully.
The movement brings him closer to you than you had been expecting, and you end up freezing. Like this, you can see the way his expression has smoothed into one of relief. His shoulders are looser too, no longer held bunched up around his neck.
Neteyam doesn't seem to notice your close proximity, nor the way you have tensed at the lack of space between them. Youâre not touching, but youâre so close that you swear you can physically feel the air between you.
âIf Txetyo is so upset about being beaten by me in training, then he should focus on getting better instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs and trying to screw you in a corner of my grandmotherâs hut.â
You gape at him like an absolute idiot, floored by the acerbity in his tone. Youâve always thought Neteyam was a bit of a dickhead, but that was mostly because of his nearly insufferable need to always be the best. Always the best warrior, the best son, the best brother, the best future Oloâeyktan. The best role model to his peers.
âSo thatâs what this is about.â You say, your voice coming out distinctly accusatory. âYou donât like that your friends are fucking a human, is that it?â
Neteyam doesnât even bother answering. He just rolls his now loosened shoulders and watches you carefully. He doesn't tell you to back off, or wrinkle his nose at you, or act as though he's repulsed by you. He just stares at you across the miniscule space between you, and that only angers you further.
âIs that why you keep interrupting whenever Iâm with any of the other tsamsiyu?â You demand, fists clenching. âWhat, you donât like that your friends find a tawtute attractive? Is that why you keep cockblocking me?â
Neteyam huffs a quiet snort, as though he thinks youâre being stupid.
âI hear what some of the Naâvi in the village say, about how itâs shameful to be with a tawtute.â You hiss. âI just didnât think youâd be one of them.â
And if youâre honest with yourself, it sort of hurts. Neteyam has always gotten on your nerves with his confusing mix of overconfidence and jagged insecurities, and he had really infuriated you when he had started to interrupt all of those illicit little meetups you had planned with some of the boys in the village, but you hadnât actually thought that he had any disdain for you like some of the other Naâvi.
And then you do something so stupid that it shocks even you.
Your eyes drop back down to the tent in his tewng, eyeing it thoughtfully, before reaching out and running your fingers over the hardened outline of his cock through the fabric with purpose.
Neteyam hisses, and his hips actually lift off the floor in an attempt to follow your touch.
âGod, youâre a hypocrite, arenât you?â You breathe, fighting to keep your voice casual. âHow can you judge your friends for fucking around with me when youâre this hard after just a backrub?â
âTheyâre not my friends.â Neteyam grunts, his jaw clenching as his head tilts back. His hips rock into your hand.
Your touch goes firmer, and then your hand slips under his loincloth. Youâve had plenty of sexual encounters with Naâvi men, but this is different.
This is Neteyam. This encounter feels like proving a point. A very sexually charged point.
His cock is silky smooth and hot to the touch, and you feel a little drunk as your fingers close around it. And damn, it feels big. All Naâvi cocks are big compared to your hands, but this⊠feels different. You were aroused anyway, youâve been feeling pent up all damn week, but now that your hand is on his dick your nerves are fizzing up.
Itâs a surprise when Neteyamâs big hand settles on your waist to tug you closer, and you feel your stomach swoop when he pulls you forward. You donât release his cock even as he pulls you to settle over one of his thighs, your legs slotted in between his, and you can feel him harden even further beneath you.
You wonder absently if it's really you that's causing his very obvious arousal or if it's just a natural consequence of the massage; either way, when his hips flex up towards you, they press right in between your legs.
You shiver almost violently, the sensation of him pressing hot and hard against your core frying your nerves and wiping your thoughts clean. The part of your brain that had been screaming about what a bad idea this whole thing is has become muffled now, and your own hips jerk against his.
âYouâre such an asshole,â You say, though your voice comes out reedy and breathless. âYou of all people donât have a right to talk shit about those guys just cause theyâre into humans, especially when your cock is this hard, and especially considering where your dad came fromââ
He lets out a soft, quiet noise as you move against him, and uses his grip on the back of your top to pull you tighter against him yet again. âDonât talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.â
It takes what feels like a monumental effort to wrench your hand away from him, and he lets out a wordless grunt of dissatisfaction as his hips twitch in an effort to follow your hand. Itâs delightfully pathetic, and you feel your ego swell at the sheer sense of power that washes over you; itâs a rare feeling, especially when youâre faced with a big blue alien almost twice your size.
âYou should apologise to Txetyo.â You sound like an out of breath idiot. âItâs not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when youâre that hard from me just touching you.â
Neteyam just stares at you, his jaw clenching and his honey eyes dark as he takes several breaths through his nose. Youâve never seen him like this before; youâve never seen any of the men youâve been with like this before. It looks as though heâs holding onto a thin veneer of control, and you wonder if heâs angry with you, if youâve perhaps pushed him too far.
âThat was never the issue.â He says and fuck, his voice has gone so gravelly. âAnd donât pretend that youâre not wet beneath those clothes of yours. I can smell it.â
Your thighs squeeze together as you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your aura of indifference and no doubt failing.
âThatâs because of Txetyo.â You say, and it tastes like a lie on your tongue. âYou interrupted us.â
Neteyam laughs quietly and humourlessly. His expression suggests that he doesnât find anything about this conversation funny, and his hand is still splayed across your back. Youâre so damn conscious of how big his palm is as it spreads across your spine. Why the hell hasnât he let go of you yet?
âAh, I see.â Neteyam murmurs. âYou would have fucked him in my grandmotherâs hut?â
Your mouth is so damn dry, and you swallow compulsively. âItâs not any of your business who I fuck.â
Neteyamâs smile is grim. âTxetyo would fuck his own shadow if he were nimble enough to catch it. You have terrible taste in men.â
You rear back. Youâre surprised by how much that hurts. Living as a human on Pandora is lonely, and itâs not like you have people lining up outside the human outpost looking to spend time with you. If you want any sort of companionship or intimacy, you have to accept any attention that you can get. And sure, most of that attention comes from men that only want to get their dicks wet, or the experience of being with a tawtute, but itâs better than nothing at all.
âWell, we canât all be the Oloâeyktanâs son.â You say, your voice stiff and cold. âWe donât all have countless suitors throwing themselves at our feet. Some of us have to accept attention from whoeverâs interested.â
Neteyamâs expression shifts, an odd look appearing in his eyes, and your stomach swoops. You donât think you could bear to see pity in his eyes, so you pull away from him, shaking his hands off.
âYour scratch is fine.â You say, your voice thin and a little thready. âYouâre all treated.
âHeyââ
As you stumble to your feet, Neteyam reaches out as if to stop you. You dodge his hands, unable to look him in the eye.
Panic is starting to set in now; what had you been thinking, touching him like that just after he had chided you for flirting with Txetyo in the tsahĂŹkâs hut? God, you feel like such an idiot. He must think youâre so pathetic.
Like a coward, you turn on your heel and flee out of the hut. You need air, you need to be out of the cool darkness of the hut, you need to be away from the overwhelming weight of Neteyamâs presence. Through the blood rushing in your ears you can distantly hear Neteyam call to you, but youâre too desperate to escape from the whole humiliating interaction to stop and listen.
You stagger out of the hut, squinting at the evening light; it seems blinding after spending all day in the dim musty air of Moâatâs healing hut. You pat at your rumpled shirt and creased denim shorts, flustered and frenzied as you try to straighten yourself out.
âTawtute?â
You jerk, gasping, and whirl to find that Txetyo is sitting on a log a few feet away from the hut, apparently waiting for you to finish up with Neteyam. You feel like youâre burning up from a mixture of mortification and confused arousal and youâre certain that Neteyam is about to follow you out.
âIâ I have to go!â You blurt, already stepping back towards the forest.
Txetyo frowns, obviously bewildered, but he doesnât stand. âDonât you want toââ
You donât wait for him to finish. Youâre already fleeing, disappearing into the trees as you run the whole way home.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: .✠. :âïŸ
It might be a little cowardly, but you avoid the village for days after that.
You stick to the outpost, watching Norm and Max and the other scientists work. You try not to die of boredom, and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.
But you have too much time on your hands as you slink around the outpost, and you canât stop feeling guilty about abandoning your attempts to help Moâat out in her healing hut.
You also canât stop thinking about the shift of Neteyamâs muscles in the low dim light, or the silky hot feel of his cock in your hand, or the soft breathy grunts he had let out as his hips rocked. It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though youâll never recover from it.
Growing up on Pandora as a human has been lonely. The only other human your age is Spider, who had become the closest thing you have to a brother â and you love him even when you feel like throttling him, but sometimes you just yearn for more.
You want companionship, you want understanding, you want romance, you want sexual intimacy. You donât think itâs too much to ask for, and if you have to turn to big nine-feet-tall Naâvi warriors who just want to say theyâve had the experience of sleeping with a tawtute, then thatâs⊠fine. Even if itâs only temporary.
Part of you is honestly relieved when Spider finally manages to force you out of the outpost and back to the village. Itâs a relief to get back into the forest, to the village, to the life youâre used to. The outpost has nothing on the vibrancy of the village life, and you feel as though you can breathe for the first time in days upon stepping back into the village, even if itâs through your respirator mask.
Thereâs been a big hunt today, and the village is buzzing with excitement. You pass by several willowy Naâvi covered in celebratory paint, and follow the sound of the heavy thumping of drums.
The evening after a hunt is always a joyful affair, and you gradually start to relax throughout the night. You feast on collected fruit, hum along to some of the music, and sit comfortably with Spider all evening. At some point youâre joined by Loâak, which you donât mind either; Loâak has always been the kind of outcast that fits comfortably between the edges of you and Spider. Those edges have smoothed out as he got older, but heâs always been a cool guy to hang out with.
When heâs not joining Spider in ganging up on you, that is.
âSoâ so wait, wait, let me get this straight,â Loâak is waving his hands as though trying to settle down a group of rowdy children, even though itâs just the three of you present. âNeteyam walked in on you fucking again, but this time it was in grandmotherâs hutââ
Youâre sat around the large campfire in the middle of the village, tucked away from the main celebrations. Part of you is flourishing being in this environment again, but another part is withering at this damn conversation. You glance around nervously, hoping that no casual observers can hear you guys talking.
âTxetyo only had his hand up my top!â You hiss hastily. âWe werenât actuallyâ and we would have gone somewhere else when it came down to it!â
âTxetyo is a dickhead.â Spider complains, leaning heavily on your side. Heâs so frequently dwarfed by the Naâvi that itâs easy to forget that heâs over six-feet-tall and corded with muscle, and his bulk is heavy.
Irritatingly, Loâak leans into you the same way on the other side, though heâs more careful about leaning his full weight, and you end up crushed in between the two idiots.
âHe isnât.â You protest, pushing back against their weight. âHeâsââ
âNah, he is.â Loâak interrupts before you can defend him. âTotal skxawng. You know he keeps telling people heâs the best archer in the clan? And yet he didnât manage to catch anything in todayâs huntââ
You try not to wince at that. Itâs impossible to miss that while Txetyo may not have been successful in the hunt today, someone else is being lauded for their skill and success.
Neteyam has been given a place of honour by the fire next to his parents, and the careful swirls of paint all over his body canât hide the proud glow on his face. Under the smooth veneer of Neteyamâs smiles and cheer was the jagged edge of his inferiority complex, his need to always be better and to be liked. Funnily enough, his insecurity has always been your favourite part of him. It felt real in a way his cockiness didnât.
You canât stop yourself from glancing over. Night has already fallen and there are many couples dancing, the flickering firelight sending wild shadows across the gathering. But even in the unsteady light, you catch the intense golden stare of Neteyam watching you from across the circle.
You hastily turn your face away, pressing your lips together tight as you try to pretend like you hadnât been looking in the first place.
ââHeâs better than Artâalak, at least.â Spider says, continuing on the conversation that you had checked out of for a few moments. âThat guy was awful. I mean, what did you even see in him?â
You roll your eyes, sinking further back into the stupidly heavy weight of Spider and Loâak in a silly attempt to hide yourself from view. It almost definitely doesnât work, and you can still feel the weight of Neteyamâs stare on you, even as you fixedly ignore him.
âPretty sure we donât want the answer to that one, man.â Loâak says, snickering.
His eyes glance around, before flashing across the gathering as though he can also feel Neteyamâs attention. You frown as Loâak hastily removes his arm from around your shoulders, even leaning away from you a little.
âIâm allowed to want company.â You say loftily, though youâre certain that your voice is a little shaky.
It feels like your skin is heating up under Neteyamâs eyes, and you feel yourself getting shifty. Why wonât he just look away?
Loâak obviously notices his brotherâs attention, because he leans a little closer so he can speak quietly in your ear.
âMy brother can be unbearable,â Loâak murmurs, âBut heâs not a bad guy.â
âGross.â You wrinkle your nose playfully at Loâakâs rare display of sincerity about his brother and he hisses at you, swiping at your head.
Itâs all in jest, which is obvious given how gentle his hands are with you, and you laugh and lean away.
âI justâ I donât understand him.â You sigh once your laughter has tapered off. âI mean, I get that he doesnât approve of the whole interspecies thing, but itâs like he goes out of his way to catch me in embarrassing situations. If he finds it gross, why seek it out?â
Loâak purses his lips and avoids your eyes. âUhâŠâ
âAnytime he shows up, the guys Iâm with go running.â You continue, your brows knitting into a frown. âI mean, itâs getting ridiculous. Why canât he just mind his own business?â
Loâakâs eyes dart over your head, and you just know that he and Spider are sharing a look together.
âHe doesnâtâ I wouldnât say he disapproves of interspecies relationshipsââ Loâak says, but he fumbles a little in his attempt to get his words out and darts another panicked glance across the fire towards where Neteyam is sitting with their father.
You just scoff, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You feel a little vulnerable talking about this; usually, youâre content to suffer through the embarrassment of having your sex partners pretending they donât know you in public alone, but since Neteyam had started walking in on you, now he knows that theyâre doing it too.
âHe scolds them like theyâre children whenever he walks in on us, talking about how theyâre neglecting their duties and all that,â You mutter, scowling. âBut itâs obviously because heâs annoyed that his friends are messing around with a Sky Person.â
Spider shifts at your side, making an odd sound beneath his breath. You turn to look at him, but heâs staring rather fixedly at a tree branch overhead. Loâak clears his throat, similarly looking off to the side to avoid your eyes.
You frown. It feels as though theyâre hiding something from you, and the thought is unsettling.
âWhat?â You demand, sitting forward and staring intently at them.
âNothing,â Loâak protests, but his voice is a little too high-pitched to be believable. âUh⊠Itâs just⊠well, I really donât think that Neteyam has a problem with interspecies relationships. Our dad came from the Sky, too!â
You think that Loâak probably intended for that to be reassuring, but instead you find your stomach sinking miserably.
âOh.â You say, pursing your lips. âSo itâs me that he has a problem with.â
âNo!â Loâak protests, but then he pauses. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to form a response under the weight of your narrowed eyes.
When no explanation comes, you end up just averting your gaze and looking towards the fire. Itâs stupid, but youâre not sure what you were even expecting. Neteyam has always been perfect in his personal life, his duties, his relationships within the clan, his looks. Itâs hardly a surprise that heâs developed a distaste for you â you know what Sky People represent to the Naâvi, after all.
Across the gathering, two Naâvi girls are shooting looks at Spider. You almost think theyâre looking at him in disgust, but when Spider catches their eye and smiles back they both look away giggling.
You click your tongue and roll your eyes. You wonder when exactly it was that the Naâvi your age stopped seeing you as human nuisances that haunt the village, and started instead seeing you as people with possible sexual appeal.
âThat is just unfair.â You intone dully. âYou get Naâvi girls flirting with you from across the campfire, and I get Naâvi boys fucking me in corners and then pretending they donât know me. And thatâs only if I donât get rudely interrupted by Loâakâs asshole brother.â
âMen.â Loâak says in a disparaging tone that sounds as though itâs meant to be sympathetic, but it falls short as heâs biting his tongue to keep from laughing. âMaybe you just have bad taste.â
Spider laughs too, though heâs still looking in the Naâvi girlsâ direction. Thereâs a pink flush in his cheeks, and his smile looks distinctly pleased.
âYeah,â You grumble, sinking down where youâre sitting. âIâm hearing that a lot.â
The conversation moves on then, Loâak nudging at Spider over your head and grinning as he recounts the highlights from the hunt earlier that day, but youâre distracted. You hardly even hear a word they say, too busy staring broodingly into the fire.
Luckily, neither Loâak nor Spider mind your silence. Theyâre perfectly content to fill the quiet themselves, chatting and babbling and joking over your head.
Youâre drifting, lost in your own thoughts until you hear Loâak and Spider go quiet. You glance over to them, only to realise why theyâve stopped talking â Neteyam is walking your way.
You stiffen, eyes narrowing behind your respirator mask as he comes to a stop before you all. He greets his brother and Spider briefly, distractedly, before his big amber eyes settle on you.
All you can do is wait, tensed. You have no idea what heâs going to do or say, but if he says something about that day in the healing hut you might actually scream.
But Neteyam doesnât immediately say anything. He crouches in front of you, his gaze as measured and even as ever, and proffers a wrapped utumauti leaf to you. For a moment, you just stare at it as though itâs something venomous.
âA portion of yerik meat,â Neteyam clarifies, not even blinking as he watches your face. âFrom the hunt earlier.â
Oh. Now you see. Heâs just showing off, like he always does. Heâs always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is. Itâs irritating; everyone already knows how great he is, and heâs already practically revered throughout the village. You donât know why he keeps trying to flaunt his greatness in front of you, other than the fact that he must love to annoy you.
Spider nudges you in the side, and you reach out to take the wrapped meat from Neteyamâs outstretched hand.
âThank you.â You say, a little tersely.
Neteyam just nods, his tail coiling. He watches your face for another moment, and all the unspoken tension between you from the other day seems to swell to unbearable heights. His ears twitch, and then he glances over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting by the fire. Theyâre watching, which makes you feel itchy and embarrassed.
âI should return.â He says simply, before standing and nodding at you, then Spider and Loâak, before straightening up and walking back to his place by Jake, his tail swaying low.
Thereâs a long moment of silence, where you can feel Loâak and Spider staring at you.
âDonât.â You say sharply when you see Loâakâs mouth open, and he closes it with a click.
This feels embarrassing, as though Neteyam is mocking you somehow. Itâs not the first time heâs given you food, always making sure to let you know he caught it himself. Itâs like he has a damn pathological need to show off his skills, to try and prove himself, to prove that heâs better than anyone else. Itâs aggravating, even more so now that Loâak has made it clear that itâs you that Neteyam has a problem with.
Eventually, Spider and Loâak return to their conversation and you pull back, sitting silently between them. You pull your mask off for a brief moment to nibble at the meat. Youâre a little irritated to admit that itâs delicious, and you sit back to lean into Spiderâs side as you chew at it sullenly.
Youâve just begun to wonder if this night is a total bust altogether when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You raise your head, surprised to see the sight of Txetyo stepping towards you.
At your side, Spider and Loâak share a look before sitting up straighter.
âTawtute,â Txetyo greets, nodding his head at you. He casts a single cautious look towards Loâak, before focusing on you properly.
He is keeping his voice purposely low so that no one else can hear, but you canât bring yourself to care. This is the most public setting that any man has ever actually approached you in, and you can feel your expression brightening already.
âHello.â You murmur, smiling sweetly at him. The last time you had seen him had been right after you had fled the tsahikâs hut, right after you had touched Neteyamâ and no, you are not thinking about that right now.
âI would like to speak with you.â Txetyo murmurs, his voice low as he darts one more quick look between Loâak and Spider before settling on you again.
You brighten. Youâre under no illusions about what Txetyo wants to âspeakâ about, and you can safely assume that there will be little to no talking involved at all.
Yes. A distraction. This is exactly what you need.
âSure.â You say, your lips curving up in a coy smile as you unfold yourself from where youâve been sitting between Spider and Loâak.
âUhââ Loâak starts to say, but youâre already beginning to step away with Txetyo, whoâs beginning to lead you away from the gathering.
Maybe itâs a little impulsive, but youâre feeling reckless tonight. You can still feel Neteyamâs eyes boring into your back as you follow Txetyo towards the treeline, but you determinedly refuse to look. The celebration should be enough of a distraction to keep him busy and away from you for a while so you can finally get laid.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: .✠. :âïŸ
You resist the urge to check the time on your battered old wristwatch as Txetyo slides down your body and repositions himself between your legs.
It feels like such a long time since youâve hooked up successfully with anyone, with no interruptions, which is probably why youâve been so affected by all-things-Neteyam recently. You were hoping that this encounter with Txetyo would restore you back to normal, to get rid of all the thoughts of Neteyamâs intense golden stare and pretty face and silken hot cock that are absolutely haunting you.
Yet, so far, the nightâs been less than stellar. Txetyo had led you away from the celebrations, and you had to try hard to pretend like you donât see him looking around compulsively to make sure that no one else has seen him leave with you. You had followed him into the trees, and had brightened up when he took your hand as soon as you were out of sight of the gathering.
Before you knew it, you were on your back on the forest floor with your panties around your ankles and your dress rucked up around your waist as Txetyo loomed over you on his hands and knees.
Txetyo is handsome, and heâs big and strong and heâs not opposed to hooking up with a Sky Person, but heâs not much for conversation and it seems like heâs only really got one thing on his mind. Apparently, your list of criteria might be a little lacking, because Txetyoâs also proving to be woefully bad at sex.
He spreads your legs and buries his face there. You blink at the canopy of glowing foliage overhead, grimacing. Honestly, youâd think that anything tongue-adjacent would feel good against a clit, but thatâs just not true. Txetyo seems to have an affinity for moving his tongue rapidly and aimlessly against you, resulting in nothing better than the occasional teasing â definitely by accident.
You shift a little, try to angle your hips so that Txetyoâs mouth is over your clit, but he doesnât seem to pick up on what youâre attempting to do at all. He just moves his mouth away, jabbing his tongue sort of aimlessly at your left labia.
âCould youâ a bit higherââ You say, trying to shift again.
Txetyoâs mouth is rather sloppy against your pussy, but youâre not actually sure what heâs doing down there. He seems to be missing every possible nerve ending that might feel good, which is actually a little bit impressive.
You sigh, and just resign yourself to getting bad head. You let your head thunk back against the mossy forest floor, your legs hanging off of Txetyoâs big shoulders as he hunches between your thighs.
Itâs almost imperceptible, but the quiet âcrackâ of a twig breaking underfoot has your head snapping around in a panic.
Though night has fallen, itâs never truly dark on Pandora. The moss beneath you glows faintly, illuminating the outline of your body as you lay there with Txetyo getting busy between your legs. The trees and foliage around you are similarly phosphorescent, your surroundings all lit up in luminous vibrance.
Pandoraâs bioluminescence is beautiful; it also means that you can see Neteyamâs figure all dimly lit up as he leans against the trunk of a tree about fifteen feet away.
Neteyamâs head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body. His little luminous freckles are lit up and glowing, and itâs impossible to miss the fact that his golden eyes are fixed on you, so intense that itâs almost breathtaking.
You almost scream. You mean to, but instead you moan, completely by accident, and Txetyo groans between your legs.
You donât know what to do. Youâre gaping at Neteyam, who seems all too content to just watch you, meanwhile Txetyo is totally oblivious. Heâs still doing nothing right, but something deep inside you pulses.
Moments later, much to your horror, Neteyam takes a small, tentative step forward. He stands only a few feet away, behind Txetyo and in plain view of you.
Go away! You mouth, staring at him in disbelief.
Neteyam scratches his head, feigning confusion, and then he takes another step forward.
He doesnât say anything. Why isnât he saying anything? Itâs not the first time heâs walked in on you in a situation like this, but usually by this point heâs started making snarky comments, which in turn makes the men youâre with scramble away from you like youâre diseased.
Your dress is pushed up clumsily around your stomach, exposing your pussy. Thereâs a man between your legs. Youâre in the process of getting fucked and Neteyam is watching, goddammit.
It definitely, absolutely is not hot. And yet⊠your hips twitch, and your breath hitches.
âThat feel good?â Txetyo asks, peering up to grin at you. Your attention is dragged back to him and you blink, dazed.
âYeah,â You lie. âSo good.â
âMm,â Txetyo hums in satisfaction, slipping two fingers into you. âGood.â
You grunt at the stretch of his thick fingers, breathing deep. His mouth returns, his fingers jabbing kind of aimlessly, but it hardly matters. Your attention is locked on Neteyam, and itâs somehow making Txetyoâs useless attempts feel somewhat invigorating.
âOh god,â You gasp. Youâre so confused. Part of you is still waiting for Neteyam to speak up, to make a sound or to clear his throat. Something. But he just watches on, his pretty eyes dark.
âMm, so pretty,â Txetyo murmurs from between your legs, still blissfully unaware of your onlooker. âCan I fuck you now, tawtute?â
Despite yourself, you find your eyes darting over to Neteyam. The stupid fucker is still looking, and when he sees that youâve looked at him his lips quirk. Your whole body flushes deep with heat, and you try to pretend like you arenât taking direction from him; usually, his appearance would have stopped this entire encounter dead in its tracks. But youâre continuing, and the fact is, you feel as though you need his permission or something.
âY-yes.â You say.
Neteyam purses his lips, and raises his non-existent brows. Fuck, what does that mean?
âHow would you like me toââ
âJust like this.â You blurt. It feels, for some reason, as though you canât risk Txetyo noticing Neteyam. This is the only way you can see Neteyam without Txetyo noticing him, anyway.
Txetyo shuffles up your body, his bulk dwarfing you. Thereâs a momentâs struggle as heâs lining himself up against your pussy, groaning low as he pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and a little painful, as always; you never quite get used to the bone-deep satisfaction of that achey biting stretch in your cunt.
The stretch is satisfying, like it always is, but itâs not necessarily special. Txetyo is not as evenly proportioned as he looks, and his cock is smaller than other Naâvi youâve been with. That is, mostly, a good thing; it means he can fuck you without lube, which you usually have to use to accommodate the shocking stretch of taking a Naâvi cock. It also means that you adjust to having him inside you a little quicker, your muscles easing gradually around the intrusion of his dick.
What is special (or at least unusual) is the fact that Neteyam is still watching. You stare back, maintaining a bewilderingly intense sort of eye contact. Txetyo groans as your cunt clenches down on him, and he lowers his face to bury it in your shoulder; like this, your view of Neteyam is completely unimpeded.
âAh! Youâre so tight,â Txetyo hisses. âThis is okay?â
âYes,â You gasp. âYou can move.â
And by God, does Txetyo move. He jerks in and out of you with a complete lack of coordination. You bounce and flop against the luminescent bed of moss beneath you, occasionally throwing a hand over your head to try and anchor yourself to a tree root behind you, just to stay put for a second or two.
Neteyam is undoubtedly amused. He has a hand pressed to his mouth, and the skin around his eyes is scrunched up with mirth. At one point, when Txetyo starts humping into you so desperately that you grunt, wincing, Neteyam doubles over himself completely, laughing silently.
âOh, oh,â Txetyo groans. âTawtute, I am going toâ you are so tight, so hot insideâ"
You smack one of Txetyoâs hands away from where heâd been rubbing determinedly at the side of your vulva. You rub at your clit instead in fast, harsh circles, staring at Neteyam desperately. You donât actually know what youâre looking for, or what you want him to do⊠but you want him to do something.
Neteyam reaches down to palm the bulge at the front of his tewng that you hadnât even noticed until now, and you moan. You rub yourself even faster, attempting to angle your hips in any way that could increase your pleasure from Txetyo. It seems impossible, but you manage to catch one or two good strokes.
âPlease, pleaseâ!â You gasp, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with Neteyam over the wide bulk of Txetyoâs shoulders.
Neyeyam moans. Itâs low, barely noticeable under Txetyoâs own strangled sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your body seizes up and then youâre coming, gasping high and quick as you drink Neteyam in with your eyes, frozen under Neteyamâs gaze in turn.
âUnnng,â Txetyo grunts as he comes too, thrusting into you through the last shocks of his orgasm.
You barely even blink, your eyes fixed wide open as you tremble, your breaths shaky. Neteyam doesnât break eye contact either, watching you so damn closely that it feels bizarrely as though heâs watching a show youâre putting on, as though all of this is for him. The worst part is you feel as though youâd be lying if you said it wasnât.
Neteyam silently turns and slips away through the foliage, and Txetyo flops onto the mossy ground beside you moments later, breathing heavily.
âThat was good.â Txetyo sighs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
You donât reply, still staring at the place Neteyam had disappeared into the trees. Youâre partly unable to believe what just happened and partly turned on beyond belief, just knowing it did.
What the fuck?
#on holidays atm and Iâve been stressing about how to post this đ Iâll have part 2 posted in a day or two!#neteyam#neteyam x human#neteyam x reader#avatar x reader#na'vi x human#naâvi x reader#awow#avatar way of water#neteyam fic#fics
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You don't fool me
A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas đ„č second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.
Also friendly reminder- if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile I will not be tagging you! That said if you'd like a tag in future works let me know and I'll add you to the list!
bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic you are really the best ma'am I appreciate you so much đ„čđđđ
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining
cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing
Word count: 5k (ish)
This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue â he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.
Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).
They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.
"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.
"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.
To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.
"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Itâs out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.
"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.
"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.
Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.
"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.
She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to â until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.
'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'
Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.
His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.
If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.
"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.
The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasnât, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.
He couldnât see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.
Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.
'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.
"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).
'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'
Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.
âI said no! Knock it off!â Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.
'Or perhaps youâd like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think sheâd last against this curse on her own?'
Yujiâs heart dropped to his stomach. Thereâs no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?
'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, Iâd jump at the chance.'
Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?
Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.
'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and sheâs on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.
âNo, last time I let you out you were a dick.â Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.
At the sound of Yujiâs words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.
'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isnât going to last forever.'
âPromise you wonât hurt her first.â Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukunaâs tongue as well as she could manage in protest.
There is no way heâs about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times heâd spoken to her â though, at her might be a better word. Everything heâd said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?
'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. Iâll get rid of the curse. Just say you arenât strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'
âThatâs not-â
'Going onceâŠ'
âI donât-â
'Going TWICE...'
âFine! I need your help, please.â She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.
'That doesnât sound like what we agreed to, try again.'
Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.
âSukuna please, Iâm not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.â Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safeâ
A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.
Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.
âWell, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isnât it?â She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
âSukunaâŠâ She breathed his name warily.
âSurprised to see me? I did tell you Iâd have you some day. So, how was I? Itâs been a few hundred years. Youâll have to excuse the fact Iâm a little rusty.â Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.
âYou werenât too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?â He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.
âOh, donât be shy now, itâs just us. The brat wonât even know, it can be our little secret.â
âI-â She stammered, face hot. So what if sheâd gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of cursesâ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.
Currently having Sukunaâs painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.
âI can smell you,â he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldnât bite back her moan.
âSukuna!â She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.
âI think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji canât help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.â The fog heâd brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.
âStop! Youâre lying!â But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.
âI actually donât care if you believe me, do you want to know why?â He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.
âIâm going to fuck you through this wall. You wonât be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And heâll never know because heâs out cold.â Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.
âAww, still shy, are we?â He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.
âN-No!â Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.
âAnd look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.â She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasnât going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.
âLook at me while I touch you, I wonât tell you twice.â He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, sheâd forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.
âGood, you listen well for a sorcerer. I donât believe in praising those beneath me, but I think Iâll make an exception just this once.â He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.
âYouâre so wet already and Iâve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?â Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.
She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that sheâd miss-stepped.
He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.
âAnd here youâd have everyone believing youâre too innocent for such filthy things.â Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.
âGod youâre so tight, thereâs no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.â Her walls flexed at his words. Sukunaâs one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.
âBut donât worry, youâll take it from me.â And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didnât matter.
âSuku-na!â She cried out as he forced another finger into her.
âIâd be thanking me if I were you. Iâm feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.â He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.
He didnât wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.
So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didnât.
âWas it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?â He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.
âYou know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldnât do this.â He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.
Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.
âNot my clothes!â She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.
âThe matching set, Iâm starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping Iâll catch a glimpse. Hoping Iâll come out to rip it off of you.â He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.
âGod!â She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-
âIâll be your god.â He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.
She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.
He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.
âSukuna!â She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.
âYou gonna cum, little sorcerer?â He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.
âPlease Sukuna...â If he wasnât so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.
For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.
He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldnât wait to sink into her.
When he didnât slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasnât sure she could have stopped, anyway.
It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.
Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.
âAww, is someone sensitive?â He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.
âSukunaâŠâ
âWell, arenât you going to thank me?â She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.
âI- thank you...â He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.
âMmm, I donât think so.â
âWhat?â Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.
âThose red panties youâre wearing will be sufficient.â
âWhat?â The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.
âI didnât say you could look away.â She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.
She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.
âOn second thought, I donât think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?â But it wasnât really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.
âBe a good girl and open wide,â he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.
Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.
âSee something you like?â Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.
She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.
âYouâre not acting very grateful. Donât make me fuck your throat, Iâll end up hurting your feelings.â He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When sheâd gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.
âHow resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.â She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as heâd made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.
His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this sheâd only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yujiâs cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.
All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.
âNeedy little thing, arenât you? Iâve gone hundreds of years without, and you just canât wait for another.â She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.
Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasnât showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasnât fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.
Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.
âDonât go passing out on me now, Iâm not finished with you just yet.â And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.
âYou did okay. For now. Weâll revisit that later, get up.â She didnât have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.
But he didnât give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.
âMaybe next time, Iâll let you look at me while I fuck you.â He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was readyâ
âRelax, Iâm not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time youâre around.â And he wasnât wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.
Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.
âGod look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?â He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.
He didnât quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldnât fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.
She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.
âSukuna, fuck!â She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasnât going to break her, but the rough pace heâd set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.
âToo much for you already, princess? Iâm just getting started.â Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
âToo much, fuck, âs too much!â
âIâm not that brat, youâll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Donât piss me off, Iâm in such a giving mood, right now!â He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.
âSukuna please, I donâtâŠPlease!â
âShort circuiting, and Iâm not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before Iâm finally satisfied?â Her mind was melting, she didnât care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. Sheâd never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.
âIs there something you want from me, little sorcerer?â She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.
âI want- I wanna cum.â
âThat so?â She nodded with a whimper.
âBeg, and Iâll think about it.â She couldnât even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, wellâŠ
âPlease I wanna cum.â She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.
âBeg more, you can do better than that.â
âPlease Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-â She was a wailing mess, she didnât care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.
He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.
God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.
The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and âfuck donât stopâ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldnât let his guard down. He was sure she didnât even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.
He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. Heâd put that knowledge to good use later.
âGo ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.â And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they werenât both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled âmine.â He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.
âIf you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.â Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.
He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.
âClean yourself up.â She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.
âThank youâŠâ She said quietly as she cleared her throat.
âSuch a good girl for me already, I donât even have to train you. Iâll be back, be ready to leave when I am.â
âWait where-â
âThereâs still a job to do here, isnât there? Iâve got a curse to kill.â He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.
Yuji wouldnât be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.
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[SUMMARY: After roughly taking your virginity unknowingly, Joel does his best to make the second time around more comfortable for you.]
âIâll make you feel it again and I promise it ainât gonna hurt this timeâ
Part one
Smut
(There is a 50 limit on people who I can tag, I didnât know so many would want to be tagged sorry I didnât get everyone!)
It was early in the morning when you woke up to Ellie still asleep and Joel nowhere to be found. You figured he was out keeping himself busy close by, and so you decided to make something for everyone to eat using what you had. Your mind never stopped thinking about what you had just done the day before, you wondered how he was going to act with you in front of Ellie.
Cutting up some vegetables that you grew you heard the door open and knew it was him. Joel walked inside to find you by the kitchen area before looking up to his left and seeing Ellie was still asleep.
âHiâ you spoke softly as his eyes found you again. He gave you a nod as he walked towards you while you struggled to think of something else to say.
âSo um, Iâm making-â
âYou still in pain?â He suddenly asked in a rough low voice. Of course you were, not even twenty four hours earlier Joel had just rammed himself in you not knowing you had never been touched. You shook your head before you could think of a word to say to his unexpected question.
âN-not really, maybe a little but Iâm fineâ you assured him as once again you began to think of how good it ended. It was worth it to be a little sore. Now if it was ever going to happen again, you werenât sure, but you couldnât help but ask how else you could make yourself feel that wonderful high he made you feel.
âJoel umâŠcan I ask you something?â
âMhmâ he stood across from you.
âWellâŠum, you know that feeling I told you I felt when you made me-â
âMhmâ he cut you off being careful Ellie wasnât eavesdropping yet eager to hear your question.
âHow can I feel that same feeling againâŠI meanâŠI know we probably wonât um do that again but I want to feel itâŠhow can I in another way?â You question was hesitant, you almost felt stupid.
He took a deep breath trying to find a way to not react in that moment, an image of you laying in bed with your hand between your legs making yourself cum now in his head and you didnât even do it purposely.
âJoel?â Your voice snapping him out of it making him look back at you.
âYouâve never-â
âNo. I mean we had health class and people spoke but I neverâŠâ you tried to explain when Ellieâs voice caught you both off guard.
âHey are you making those vegetable fritters again?â Ellie asked with excitement running up beside you as Joel silently walked out the back door.
âUh, yes. Hey why donât you finish cutting these for me so I can go collect the rest of the vegetables.â Ellie nodded and took over with the knife in her hand as you walked out.
Joel stood in the back staring off into the woods trying to control himself with the thoughts you just put into his head. He knew last night shouldnât have happened, especially not the way it did but how the hell was he suppose to ignore this urge for you. His thoughts being interrupted by the sound of the door slamming shut as you walked out.
âSorry, I just needed to get a few thingsâ you uttered low as he looked over his shoulder at you.
âWhat the hell are you trynna to do to me?â
âWhat?â You asked confused as he turned looking behind you making sure Ellie wasnât following you out. Quickly he stepped closer to you, with a very similar look he had the night before.
âIâm trying my best here to not-â he cut himself off, his eyes drifting down to your lips.
âTo not what?â You asked confused making him look back up, but he didnât speak.
âLook Joel, if you donât wanna tell me what I asked-â he suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you making you stumble back against the wall. Still holding your face in his hands he pulled his lips away, his eyes darkened.
âNo I donât wanna tell you,â
âI wanna show youâ his words sending a tingle to the pit of your stomach.
âYou wanna feel what you felt last night, darlinâ?â His eyebrows furrowed as his hands dropped to your waist holding you close.
âY-yesâ
âIâll make you feel it again and I promise it ainât gonna hurt this timeâ
âJoelâŠIâŠI donât care if it hurts...I just want-â
âHey, Iâm done cutting the vegetables!â Ellie called out from inside making Joel quickly turn away from you thinking she came out. You took a deep breath grabbing the vegetables and walked back inside not saying another word.
That evening the three of you sat at the table together having dinner as you usually did. Ellie raised her brows looking back and fourth between you and Joel as you both didnât lift your heads up from your plates.
âSo uh, I was gonna ask if I can try fishing later?â
âBy yourself?â Joel quickly looked up directly at her.
âUh yeah, I mean its right there. We have most of the area closed off. Why not?â
âI donât know, Ellie. I doubt youâd be able to catch more than I can anywayâ he teased her making you look up.
âNuh uh, wanna bet?â
Joel knew exactly what he was doing, Ellie out of the cabin leaving the place to just you and himâŠexactly what he had in mind.
âItâs onâ Joel chuckled making you smile, it was rare to see Joel in a light hearted mood.
After dinner you watched as Ellie excitedly packed her stuff to fish with Joel making sure she had all she needed.
âYou sure sheâs gonna be safe there?â You asked making him look up at you.
âI wouldnât let her go if I thought she wasnâtâ he responded as you stood by the counter.
âOkâ you whispered as they finished up packing before Joel walked her to the lake leaving you alone in the cabin.
Being alone with Joel in doors bought an excitement to you that you never felt before. You knew what this meant with Ellie not there and had an idea. Looking at a tiny dirty mirror that was hung on the wall you began to undress yourself. It was strange, although this man had already taken your virginity, he still had yet to see your naked body.
With only a sweater on you watched out the window until you saw him finally approaching. Quickly throwing the sweater aside you positioned yourself by the counter that he would see the second he walked in. Your heart racing hearing the door knob turn until it finally opened, your naked body catching Joel completely off guard. Clenching his jaw he shut the door behind him as you stood awkwardly not sure what to do with your hands. Joel could tell you were nervous, your innocence arousing him a bit more. His eyes slowly finding the sight of your breasts, he began to make his way towards you without taking his eyes off them. Neither of you said a word but he could see you began to breathe heavier as your chest rose and fell in a fast pace. He stopped before you, slowly looking back up into your eyes.
âNow Iâm trying my very best to not sit you up on that counter and take you just like I did last night but youâre making it too damn hard for me to not-âhis eyes wandered to your naked body again.
âTo not just do what I wanna do without thinking. But I promised you I wasn't gonna hurt you, and I keep my promises, darlinâ. He looked back up at you.
âJoel-â you whispered.
âMm mmâ he shook his head,
âI donât wanna hear a wordâŠnot unless youâre cumming for me. I just want you to lay yourself on my bedâ he proceeded to take off his jacket as you looked at where he slept. He watched as you nervously lay back on his pillow as he slowly lay beside you turned towards you. Silently his eyes drifted down to your body as you nervously took a deep breath. His large rough hand gently brushing over your hard nipples, he wondered if any other man had the pleasure in ever seeing them before let alone touching them. Slowly he moved down to your bare thigh as you looked up at him curiously.
âWhat are you gonna do?â
His eyes found yours as his fingers creeped to your inner thigh. He didnât respond, gently pulling your thigh towards him, making your legs spread. He instantly felt you leg jerk back a bit, he knew you were nervous. You didnât even realize you had done it.
âCâmereâ he whispered pulling your leg completely against him before feeling his fingers trace your slit delicately.
âIâm gonna make sure youâre ready for meâ his lips brushing against your ear sending goosebumps through your body just as you felt his finger on your very clit. Slowly he began to move his finger in a circular motion building up the pleasure little by little. Moaning softly he watched as your body began to squirm with excitement before sliding his finger down and feeling how wet you already were.
âOh there it isâ he whispered just as he slid his large finger in. You softly gasped as he leaned his lips against your face, you could feel his hard on against your thigh. Your fingers digging into the covers beneath you, just like that he was slowly finger fucking youâŠ
So many thoughts running through your mind had all just melted away with what he was doing to you, you hadnât even noticed just how focused he was on watching you as he continued until he spoke.
âThat feel good,baby?â You looked up barely able to speak. The sound of your wet pussy speaking for itself, arousing him more.
âJoel..â you choked out jerking your hips upward, he knew what was about to happen.
âJoelâŠI thinkâŠI think itâs happening againâ you rolled your eyes back as he moved his hand faster pressing his lips together. You grabbed onto his shirt, nails digging in, he watched as your back arched and lips opened but no sound came out before you cried out like I never before.
âOh my god-â you whimpered, your body still shaking against his as his hand slowly stopped. Your legs moving uncontrollablyâŠyou both locked eyes.
âJoel-â
âShh, just feel it, babyâ you panted looking up at him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
Joel kissed you before suddenly whispering something you didnât expect.
âGet on me, babyâ he began to undress himself quickly before you could say a word. For some reason your heart sunk at the thought, you didnât know how to ride a man much less a man of his size.
âJoel, I canât-â you whispered looking down at how hard he was.
âCâmereâ he pulled your arms landing your hands on his bare shoulders.
âJoel wait, I donât know how-â
âLook at meâ he pulled your leg over him as you struggled to keep your balance holding onto him, you froze feeling his cock begin to enter you.
âLook at me, baby. You donât have to do a damn thingâ he held onto your hips as he slowly pushed upward while pulling you down on him. This angle only made him feel bigger, still sore from the day before the you winced making Joel instantly stop.
âYou alright?â
âYesâ you whispered looking down at him. It seemed no matter how aroused you were, it was still bound to hurt, being sore also didnât help.
âItâs ok just..just do itâ he quickly shook his head at your suggestion.
âDonât tell me that, I told you I wasnât gonna hurt youâ you felt his hands squeeze your hips, you knew he was doing his best to control his urge to thrust.
âJoelâ you insisted with a look while leaning on his chest. Without saying a word, with full force he thrusted upward making you loudly gasp. The fullness you felt you were almost afraid to move, he remained still beneath you allowing you to adjust to his size.
âDammitâ he whispered breathlessly seeing the discomfort on your face. His hand gently brushing up your body, caressing your face. Slowly he pulled your body down completely against his, kissing you he attempted to distract you from the pain. You could feel his heart racing against your chest as you felt him very slowly pull out half way before sliding back in. You whimpered against his lips as he moved as gentle as he could. He continued this way until he felt your body relax, moving at a steady pace until you pushed yourself up and began to move on your own. He watched as you balanced yourself on him and began to ride him with ease.
âThatâs it babyâ His hands down on your thighs as he looked down and watched himself disappear in you. This position felt different but you liked it, he could feel how much you liked it. Closing your eyes you moaned throwing your head back when you felt his hands cup your breasts. He didnât say much but he didnât have to, the sound of his breathing and the way he touched you said enough. Moving in a faster pace he groaned appreciating the view of you on top, watching your hips grind sensually. His hands abruptly moved down your body as he unexpectedly took back control. You felt his legs lift up beneath you while holding you in place. His hands grabbing your ass he thrusted upward as fast as he could, watching your expressions change from the overwhelming pleasure.
âJoel-â
âGo ahead, cum for meâ he demanded out of breath. Both of your bodies sweaty, your hands sliding up his chest but he held, the pressure you felt was much bigger than you had felt before.
âOh my God-â your nails digging into his chest, this time it felt much more intense, you didnât think you could handle it.
âJoel, I canât-â
âYes you canâ he panted. You squeezed your eyes shut, he felt you tighten up when ecstasy erupted throughout your body. Moaning almost in desperation, you held onto him barely able to keep yourself balanced. His mouth open watching your breasts bounce to his quick movements, he felt your cum drip down his balls. He watched you in awe, holding you steady on him as you felt complete loss of control.
âOh yeah..â he whispered just as he felt himself about to explode. He quickly lifted you up and moaned in a way you had never heard before. Still on top of him, you leaned back, watching his hips jerk upward as his warm load spilled out of him.. Another harsh sound escaping his lips, yet you couldnât take your eyes off his cock. His hand wrapped around it, finishing himself off, he looked down and noticed how you watched. He could barely speak taking a minute to catch his breath.
âYou ok?â He whispered making you look up at him.
âAre you?â
Joel chuckled as sweat dripped down the side of his head and nodded.
The two of you were silent as you got dressed but you could feel Joelâs eyes on you. He knew there mustâve been alot running through your mind but he wasnât a mind reader.
âYou alright darlinâ?â
âCan I ask you something?â You looked at him curiously.
âOf courseâ
âDoesâŠ.does it feel the same way for youâŠthe way it does for meâŠ.when you-â Joel chuckled making you cross your arms.
âWhy are you laughing, itâs an honest questionâ
Joel pulled your arms wrapping them around him, as he wrapped his around your waist.
âIt can feel pretty intenseâŠlike just nowâ he responded calmly with a slight smirk.
âIt almost made it hard for me to get you up on timeâ and you knew exactly what could happen if he didnât. He pulled you in for a kiss as you were still lost in thought.
âYou know-â you gently pushed him back.
âIt felt a lotâŠstronger today..while I was on top of you.â
âI take it you like riding me then, huh,â he whispered as he kissed the side of your face.
âI wanna try different things, Joelâ your eyes rolled back feeling his scruff against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses.
âWe willâ you smiled when the random thought of how much of an ass he used to be with you came to mind.
âHeyâŠ.whyâd you always give me a hard time at firstâ your question making him stop as he took a deep breath. He took a step back as he looked down thinking of how to respond.
âI was trying to avoid thisâ
âHaving sex with me?â You almost laughed making him look up, the seriousness in his eyes made you quickly stop.
âThereâs a lot you donât know about me and I just didnât think it was a good thing for youâ he rubbed his facial hair as you raised a brow.
âSo whatâs the difference between then and now?â Joel cleared his throat knowing a moment of weakness from him was what made the difference.
âSeeing you wearing my shirt that nightâ his words making you blush.
âDo you regret it?â You asked hesitantly.
âOf course notâ he responded quicker than you expected.
âI only regret not knowing you were a virgin, for your sake.â You didnât exactly know how to respond and so you looked down with slight embarrassment.
âHeyâ he placed his hand on your waist pulling you in.
âIâm glad it was meâ he whispered before kissing you gently and making his way to the door.
âWeâll be back in a fewâ he left you standing there silently, you couldnât help but wonder what this meant although you promised yourself you wouldnât think too much into itâŠ
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