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whimper (i)
insomniac Simon Riley learns to exist in the dark
[ fem!reader - inexperienced!reader - slow burn]
He rings in the second night of leave the same way he has for eight years now - a sharp inhale, eyes flying open, heart racing, a moment of weightlessness before crushing anxiety.
On the pillow to his right are a pair of folded sweatpants and hoodie. They lay largely undisturbed because they belong to a man that has learned to lie still.
He sits up, puts on the hoodie and slips on the sweatpants before sliding his phone and keys from his bedside table into the pocket of his sweats. He vaguely notes that there is a hole in his pocket but also remembers that he has noticed this eleven times and has yet to do anything about it.
A roll of the shoulders, a quick, snatched yawn, and he is walking quietly to his front door.
He grabs his mask, a simple black surgical one for the witching hour, and slides a beanie over his head.
He slips out of his apartment without so much as a shuffle and takes quick stock of the corridor. Empty, cool, silent. Same every night, but vigilance pays dividends for someone like him. The locks on his apartment click into place and he shoves his hand in his pockets before melting into the night.
It takes four hundred and twenty-seven steps for him to arrive at his destination.
Itâs a small coffee shop slash bar that opened a while back. Between his deployment to Bosnia and Peru, if he remembers correctly. Itâs tiny and open at all hours for some inane reason, but he is thankful for the routine respite it offers.
There is no one on the street as he nears the shop. As he walks in he notes that there is no one in the shop, either. It isnât out of the ordinary, but he briefly wonders about the financial viability of a place like this before he realises he doesnât give a fuck.
He marches straight to the corner booth that gives him a perfect view of the entire store. Back to the wall, entrance at eleven oâclock with the kitchen doors at two oâclock. The owner hasnât come out from the kitchen yet but thatâs okay, because thereâs a routine that needs to be followed and he is a few minutes early.
The clock above the drip coffee machine reads 3:07 and with each minute that passes he finds himself winding tighter, stomach clenched and fingers curled into fists in his pockets. He runs his thumb along the length of his apartment key, feeling the cool metallic teeth warm up as his flesh presses harder and harder against its grooves.
He counts his breaths, two beats in and five beats out. In through the nose and out through the mouth.
Heâs at breath twenty-five when you walk in.
Huffing from the cold, you stumble in far less gracefully than you usually do. He notes your gloved hands and thick coat and it occurs to him that it is rather cold outside. He has a difficult time noticing these things anymore, rarely cares.
He sees your bag on your shoulder and a clump of your hair trapped under its strap and wonders whether you will bother pulling it out before you set down your bag, or whether you will slump into a chair and just wince when your hair is caught by the material. Heâs seen you do the latter far more often.
You rustle for something in your pocket and he watches with a pulse of amusement as you pull out a rubber, your phone, and a hair tie all in the same gesture. Those items are placed on the table you always choose - the left side of the shop, directly opposite the coffee machine, back to the window, two tables away from the entrance and two tables diagonally away from him.
It bothers him that your back is to the window. It disturbs him deeply that it doesnât seem to phase you, that you put yourself in such a vulnerable position and seem to actually like that.
You pull out the chair and your bag slumps to the ground. He flicks his eyes up just in time to see you grimace when your hair is snagged by your bag. He smirks.
The next bit, he knows by heart.
First comes your drawing pad. Then, your two notebooks, one blue and soft-bound, the other black and hard-covered. Then comes your wooden case of oil pastels, which is placed underneath and followed by a smaller green box of pencils. You rearrange your phone so that it is on your right, and then flip it so the screen faces down. The rubber is set on top of that, and then your hair is tied up into a loose but high ponytail.
You take a deep breath, and he finds himself mirroring you.Â
Fists clenched, stomach tense, jaw trembling.
You look up and smile.
âHello Simon.â
He breathes out.
#simon ghost riley x f!reader#Simon Ghost Riley#cod fanfiction#cod x reader#simon riley x reader#cod mwii#whimper!verse#whimper
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incredible: new poor little meow meow unlocked
#atsv#spider man: across the spider verse#marvel#across the spiderverse#the spot#my laptop was lagging so badly doing the background LMFAO#anyway shoutouts to atsv writers for making this whimpering freak look cool as hell#yart
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What Iâd say while railing The Spot tbh
#across the spider verse spoilers#across the spiderverse#the spot#atsv#astv the spot#spiderman#jonathan ohnn#jonathan ohnn x reader#the spot x reader#spider verse#Man whimpers for sure#i will rip a hole in reality fucking this guy
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Baby girl <33
â˘I KNOW HE SMELLS LIKE WET LAUNDRY I JUST KNOW IT OKAY đđđ
#traditonal art#fanart#atsv spot#atsv#across the spider verse fanart#across the spider verse spoilers#spider man: across the spider verse#spiderman itsv#the spot#bagel guy#jonathan ohnn#miles morales#bagel effect#the spot across the spiderverse#spot atsv#he whimpers#babygirl material#artists of tumblr#add tags later#sketchbook tour#sketches#sketchbook#traditional sketch#spot x reader#multifandom lover#multifandom artist#my art work
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#miguel o'hara#spider man: across the spider verse#digital art#art#fanart#illustration#spiderverse#he's whimpering#dont ask how i know
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"I dunno about you Helene but when I opted for the all inclusive package I didn't know that meant our husbands were piloting our private plane. Is he still dancing with the captain's hat on?"
Colleen cast a side long look her husband's way and then shook her head laughing before letting out a startled squawk as a tiny denim speedo hit her square between the eyes and landed in her lap. Her cheek flamed a shade of red usually reserved for fire trucks or city hydrants.
"I hope you have a room 'cause you're not rooming with me!"
"Already booked the presidential! I'll leave a key at the desk for you my lovely lady."
A fumbling stumble and then a hushed hurried discussion.
"It's not funny gimme my pants, Joey. Did they pay you to do this?"
A tanned weathered face popped up from behind the cockpit curtain an embarrassed smile spreading as a pitchy voice requested his speedo as well as the remains of his dignity back.
"I seem to be having some technical difficulties in the clothing department so I'm going to have to ask for you to return the Captain's drawers back...please."
From somewhere in the cockpit next to a snickering copilot Joey Larsson saw a sight he never thought he'd have to. His wife's best friend's husband, virtually his brother in law for God's sake was try color. A deep tan from the outdoor work he did, white from the covered bits, and whatever wasn't tan or white was a deep scarlet shade of red.
"Hey Bruce...anyone ever tell you about a full body blush?"
#drabbles#Trade Winds verse#Mary Colleen Murphy x Bruce Miller#the girls trip is off with a bang and a whimper
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Poetry Corner
What more could be expected from someone staying in a resort up among Minnesota's Ten Thousand of the "old school" more than anything than to stumble upon one of the Three Wolves (as in Loopy, Hokey and Mildew) offering to lead him unto a diving misadventure in the lake whence the resort fronts, dictated solely by ennui and a desire for adventure the vidiot's lamp couldn't provide?
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And what exactly is Whimper learning in the body of a Bassett hound from an "old master" of canine detective mastery in the body of a bloodhound by name of Woofer, considering that Whimper's desires seem to be driven out of a desire to shake himself from predictability that his breed expects him to be?
Meanwhile, reader, do these displays of poesy still delight you?
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#hanna barbera#poetry#poesy#free verse#ten thousand lakes of minnesota#onlyinmn#loopy de loop#hokey wolf#mildew wolf#woofer and whimper#hannabarberaforever
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Would you ever fuck Ulquiorra? He's twinkish and seems like he whimpers.
â He ain't my first choice among 'da Espada, but YEAH, of course I'd fuck him. â He was not a fan of twinks. He preferred his men big and muscular. Broad shoulders. Abs. Strong arms. Yeah - that was the physical attributes he liked the most. But - that didn't mean he didn't want to fuck Ulquiorra. In fact, he'd rank him third among the Espada. Why? Fucking believe it or not, for the sake of his personality. Who would have guessed Nnoitra gave a shit about stuff like that? He simply LOVED the thought of making that stoic Cuatro whimper and cry. That would be so unbelievably satisfying. The fact that he was ranked above him, and considered ' stronger ' ( though Nnoitra seriously doubted that ) was another thing that was a turn-on or Nnoitra. He'd love to put him in his place. To make him his bitch.
#[ 8))))))) oh yes he most definitely would ]#[ which is not really a compliment bc nnoitra would fuck anyone fjfjfj ]#[ SEEMS LIKE HE WHIMPERS ]#[ where did you get that idea anon? 8))) ]#[ thank you for the ask! ]#despair for me. âą in character.#talking shit. âą answers.#the praying mantis. âą canon verse.#suggestive //
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ally he did a liiwmi moan tonight again đ
also... this https://x.com/jenythhh/status/1765123132577247281?s=46
Hello Loyal and Dedicated Tweeter Reporting Team! I once again thank you for your services! My night just got 100x better after watching that video đ If anyone else wants to see it, it can be found HERE.
Just to be clear... IRL Matty just made all of my smut writing 100x easier đ Fictional!Matty just needs to lay there, not even starfished, and do essentially nothing đ¤Ł
Thank you for keeping me in the loop!! I hope you are having a happy Tuesday and a fantastic week!
â¤ď¸Ally
#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#fanfiction#keep it kind#matty fic#gatty#fanfic#Twitter Reporter#Twitter Updates#like sir just have a conversation w your gf about what you need in bed no need to be whimpering and humping the floor for all of us to see#but also if you want to its great inspo for Fictional!Matty in the on a friday universe#he is very needy#and currently whimpering in bed very lonely#because he launched shark plushie across the room#and now regrets it#on a friday#omegaverse#omega verse#thank you again for sending this i cannot tell you how happy seeing your reports makes me!!#if anyone cares dave had miss peaches assist him on his most recent pizza review#it was a big deal#one bite everyone knows the rules
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⥠TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team
⥠fem reader
Itâs been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, youâve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.
Youâve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyesâŚÂ food isnât exactly what they have in mind.Â
The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But heâs also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop.Â
He never listens to you, though â he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders â only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail â smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.
Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails â he canât help but laugh at the way it tickles him.Â
Itâs so painstakingly clear youâre not made to fight back, and itâs so adorable how you donât even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up.Â
It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. Itâs course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until itâs all swollen and throbbing for him â making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite â only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.
But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each otherâŚ
The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other â and you donât know whether itâs unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.
Youâd say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack â always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs donât get along.
The canines are a little scarier, you think. Theyâre rougher with you.
The wolf especially. Heâs older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter.Â
He doesnât take lightly to you talking back to him â acting as though heâs actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if itâs not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, heâll just growl at you â threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar â and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though heâs been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.
He's always extra rough when you reek of cat â as though itâs your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.
Itâs a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.
But the wolf is the worst. One time heâd gone so far as to piss on youâŚÂ
But he was later scolded by the owner â bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else heâd have to go sleep out in the doghouse. Heâd also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.
It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place â that next time you go talking to the owner, heâs going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.
You come to learn that heâs more bark than bite after a while.Â
When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And itâs when youâre burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.
He stops biting and starts sucking instead â laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn heâs a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face.Â
Heâs also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.
He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward.Â
You can only mew as he mounts you next.Â
His tempo is always a bit of a shock â a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when heâs had to wait for so long? Heâs a little younger than you â eager and desperate for it every single time.
Pounding you sharply â hard and fast with howls and heavy panting â even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.
He doesnât growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs â elated and frenzied â eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can â drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.
Itâs a relief he doesnât last as long as his bigger partner.
Heâll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells â lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude â looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that heâd been so feral.
The felines are less spastic.Â
But they also like to lick you â with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until theyâve made sure youâre coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.
But they get flirty, too⌠youâll know when they start kneading your softer parts â blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.
Theyâre the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese â including when they mate with you.Â
Theyâll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you â both so gently.
The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you â his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says itâs one of his favorite things about you â so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.
It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesnât like it when he grooms him.Â
The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.
When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue â whispering all depraved things that come to mind â loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.
Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more â kissing each side of your face, asking whether you wonât allow them both inside you at the same time â their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.
You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together â their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them.Â
They coo at you â telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that â as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And youâre too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.
After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling â sleeping â the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.
The bear is also a lazy fellow â a gentle giant. Something youâre grateful for â you donât think youâd survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.
Heâs the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements â all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.
Heâs satisfied with having you on his lap â cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isnât thinking about eating you.Â
He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut â telling you he likes seeing you eat â that itâs cute how you take such small bites â and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.
Sometimes heâll tell you to hop on his lap â his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly.Â
The size of it makes you pant.
Youâre glad heâs happy having you at the end of the day â after youâve been loosened up by the others. You fear heâd split you in two if otherwise.
The owner collects you before bedtime after everyoneâs had their share â clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom â crawling on all four like an actual animal. Youâll often collapse halfway there, but he doesnât mind scooping you up to carry you instead â always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated youâve become.
Thereâs always a bath waiting for you â a gift for being such a good little pet, he says.Â
It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands â rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.
Heâs always mumbling about human matters under his breath â money, business, estate â ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he wonât trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.
All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief â something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. Itâs communicated through all the other things he says anyway.
Heâs always whispering in your ear before bed â sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are â how youâre the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world â telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that youâre finally settling in â how youâve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.
It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but thereâs a familiarity with them â something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild.Â
With the owner, youâre reminded youâre a pet eating out of his palm â something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.
He doesnât fuck you with the same intent as the others do â thereâs no rut behind his cold movements. Itâs not mating or breeding. Itâs something else you canât put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.
Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat â something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you canât control yourself.
It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.
Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after youâve all but begged him to breed you.
⥠part 1
Owner: ⥠BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ⥠JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ⥠HQ - Ukai Hyena: ⥠BNHA- Shigaraki ⥠JJK- Mahito ⥠HQ - Tendou Wolf: ⥠BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ⥠JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ⥠HQ - Sakusa Fox: ⥠BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ⥠JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ⥠HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ⥠BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ⥠JJK - Geto & Gojo ⥠HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ⥠BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ⥠JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ⥠HQ - Daichi, Ushijima
âĄÂ FEM x M INSERT masterlist âĄÂ GN x M INSERT masterlist
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jjk smut#bnha smut#yandere bnha#mha smut#my hero smut
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Diehard
Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.
Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.
Part of the Waiting Game âverse | Word count: 986
Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.
He didnât think heâd almost kill you in the process.
âJOEL!â you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.
The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after twoâand usually oneâbig O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.
Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourselfâJoel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.
Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.
âJ-Joel,â you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.
âJust a little more, honey,â he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, âWant my pretty girl nice and fullâa me before she leaves, okay?â
Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memoriesâsomething to hold you over until your next visit home. You wouldâve liked to mumble back, âOkay,â but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.
âMy sweet girl,â he grinned, âShe likes that, huh?â
You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasnât indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.
Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.
It was almost like you didnât have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joelâs cock sank deeper.
âO-ow!â you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.
âYou can take it,â Joel grunted.
The double entendre wasnât lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.
But when Joelâs finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you werenât entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.
It wasnât fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.
âI canât.â
âCanât what?â
The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joelâs palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.
Instead of answering, you whimpered.
You didnât want him to stop, but you also werenât sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.
âCanât what?â Joel pressed, a little more sternly.
Another whimper. Inside, Joelâs cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.
âUse your words.â
âTooâ tooââ
Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.
âToo what? Tell me, baby.â
Youâd get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.
âToo much,â you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, âToomuchtoomuchtââ
Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.
âThat sure donât sound like the safe word to me.â
It wasnât. You knew it wasnât. He didnât need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joelâs thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.
And again.
And again.
Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You mightâve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.
Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joelâs grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:
âPlease donât ever take that fucking pill again.â
#SOMETIMES I WRITE THIS MIDDLE-AGED MAN LIKE HEâS 25 AND JUST NEED TO SHUT THE F*CK UP#*brittany broski voice* BE REALISTIC!!!!!!!#BE F*CKING FOR REAL#FOR A SECOND BE FOR REAL#joel miller#joel miller tlou#joel miller smut#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#the last of us fic#joel miller x you#dbf!joel miller#dbf!joel
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oh nothing just some thoughts about finger fucking with ghost and kĂśnig...
kĂśnig pt 2 coming soon
simon prefers to use his middle and ring finger, it gives him the most control and allows him to speed up or go harder upon your request. when your relationship starts off, simon isn't very well versed in being intimate - he sees sex as a challenge to get you off as many times as you'll let him before he even thinks about finishing. because of this, he develops a bad habit of shoving his hand down your soaked panties.
the way you struggle to kiss him back when he teasingly rubs your throbbing clit is addicting. he starts with one, his middle finger slides into you slowly, pushing as deep as he can go before starting to curl it against your spongy walls. your insides twist, trying to pull back to gasp for air but simon holds the back of your head with his other hand, forcing your swollen lips to endure his abuse.
then comes his ring finger, slipping in with ease and giving your insides a delicious stretch. your hand shoves his chest back to break the kiss, breathing heavily through your whimpers as he starts to pick up the pace. the muscles in his arm flex and pulse, adding his elbow strength into the mix to fuck you even harder. hot tears stream down your face, your mind being lost to him. a loud squelch echoes from your leaky pussy, practically coating simon's hand in a layer of your wetness.
his palm brushes your swollen bud just right with each curl of his fingers, tightening that knot in your stomach until it's going to snap. "c'mon..." he growls your name to catch your attention, your hazy eyes locking with his dark brown ones, "want'ya to fucking cum."
your eyes roll back as euphoria clouds your brain, coherent words unable to form on your tongue as you cum. simon doesn't know what turns him on more, your face twisted into pure ecstasy, cheeks flushed red with drool in the corner of your mouth from being finger fucked dumb - or the way he controls your hips, jerking them up and down with each hard thrust of his fingers while you soak your own panties with your squirt. your gummy walls squeeze him impossibly tight, thighs trembling as electric shocks shoot through your entire body.
"fuuuuck baby," he groans, watching your chest rise and fall with rapid breaths, and suddenly he's too aware of the precum dripping into his briefs, cold against his chubbing cock that's aching to be inside of your hot pussy, emptying load after load of his cum into you.
#cod x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost smut#sun's âď¸
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casts, broken arms, & snuggles
alexia putellas x reader - part of the mila verse :)
an accident at the park pulls alexia from training and to the hospital, where she finds both her girls not doing their best. everyone is very overwhelmed with their feelings, and maybe don't handle it the way they should. basically, protective panicked alexia and insecure reader. a bit of angst / injuries / concussions symptoms, mostly fluff.
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You knew Alexia would panic. There wasnât much you could do about that. Especially not when the only way you had to reach her was through the staff. It was somewhat of a bad omen within the team, having a staff member walk outside with a phone call for you. It only happened in an emergency, and unfortunately, this definitely counted as an emergency. When one of the assistant coaches, Xavi, answered the phone, he seemed to be on the same page as you.Â
âTry to act calm, otherwise sheâll just freak out.âÂ
âI am not sure there is much I can do to avoid her having a nervous breakdown.â Xavi stated. You heard him call Alexia over, and tried to shush the very upset almost 3 year old in your arms.Â
âAmor, what is wrong?âAlexia asked, practically tearing the phone out of Xaviâs hand as soon as she heard who was calling.Â
âEverything is fine, okay? There was just a little accident.â You began, speaking in a soothing, calming tone, the same one youâd been using on the baby.Â
âWhat kind of accident?âÂ
âMeels fell at the park-âÂ
âÂĄAY DIOS MIO!â Alexia shouted. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.Â
âAle, breathe. She fell off the slide and I think her arm might be broken. She wonât let me touch it and she hasnât stopped crying.â
âBroken?!â Alexia squeaked.Â
âOw.â Mila whimpered, frowning unhappily at her arm from where she sat in your lap. âHurts, Mama.âÂ
âI know, baby.â You told her. âAle, the ambulance is here to take us to the hospital do you-âÂ
âWhat were you doing? Were you not watching her? Why weren't you watching her, why did she fall?â Alexia snapped.Â
You bit back the retort you had ready, knowing this was just a result of her fear for Mila. You werenât happy with what sheâd said, but that could be dealt with later. âWeâre leaving now for the hospital. Meet us there.â You said coldly, before hanging up the phone without saying anything else. Alright, you were pretty upset, and you let it show. You had already been beating yourself up for what had happened, thinking the things that Alexia had said.Â
As you and Mila got loaded into the ambulance, you realized you hadnât mentioned something important to your wife. No doubt, she was hauling ass to the hospital, so sheâd find out soon enough.
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Alexia burst into the room in a flutter of chaos, throwing the curtain aside and looking around frantically. Mila was sitting in your lap, holding her arm awkwardly away from her body, while you ran your fingers through her wavy brown hair and tried to keep her calm. Both of you looked at Alexia when she walked in, her panic clear on her face. She was sweaty, still in her training kit, and her eyes were only on her daughter.
âMila, mi bebĂŠ,â she said gently, moving closer to the bed.Â
âMami!â Mila cried, a pout on her small face, holding her arm out for Alexia to see. She squirmed in your lap, trying to get closer to your wife, but you both made sure she stayed carefully where she was.Â
âPobrecita,â Alexia murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing repeated kisses to her babyâs head. She stared hard at Milaâs already swollen arm, trying to stifle her own tears. You werenât pleased with Alexia, but you werenât particularly upset that she hadnât even glanced at you, her attention fully on Mila. âWhat happened?âÂ
Milaâs voice wobbled as she began to talk, reaching out with her good hand to grip onto a few of Alexiaâs fingers.. âFell! Off the slide. Mama tried to catch me, but now she has an ouchie too.âÂ
Alexiaâs eyes flew to you, seeing for the first time the towel and large ice pack pressed to the back of your head. Her heart sank. She knew before that she would have to apologize for what she had said, and now she knew sheâd have to do even more groveling. Especially if the hurt look on your face was any indication.Â
âAmor,â she sighed, reaching for your hand. You pulled it away, refusing to make eye contact with her.Â
âIâm fine.â You dismissed. âMilaâs got a basic fracture, just a month or so in a cast to fix it. Theyâll be in to put it on soon.âÂ
âMama needs stitches.â Mila whispered conspiratorially to her Mami.Â
Alexiaâs face grew, somehow, even more upset. âWhat happened, mi amor?âÂ
Still avoiding her eyes, you spoke quietly. âI was going to catch her at the bottom of the slide, but she stood up at the top and fell off the side.âÂ
âAnd your head?â Alexia asked, leaning closer to try and inspect your injury. Mila looked up at you with concern, her expression matching her Mamiâs almost exactly. Where Alexiaâs fingers were gentle as they cradled your head, Milaâs were clumsy and clunky as she tried to run her fingers through your hair. It was something you did to make her feel better, and she thought that maybe it would make your frown go away, too.Â
âI tried to catch her in time, but I slipped and hit my head on the edge of the slide. And I didnât really catch her.â You admitted, slightly embarrassed at that fact. Alexia would have caught Mila, you were sure.Â
âItâs okay, Mama, you tried your best!â Mila said encouragingly, parroting back something you and Alexia must have told her a hundred times. Her arm temporarily forgotten, Mila shifted so she could lean up and press a kiss to your cheek, before she snuggled closer to your chest.Â
Your wifeâs eyes were stuck on your daughter, practically turning into hearts as she took in how sweet and caring her baby was. You couldnât blame her; you felt the same. That you had created such a perfect little person would never cease to amaze you.Â
âThank you, my baby.â You mumbled, wincing slightly as you shifted, trying to keep Milaâs arm in a safe position. Every movement of your upper body sent waves of pain through your head, but you didnât want Mila to know how upset you were.Â
âMi amor, I-â
Whatever Alexia was about to say was cut off completely as the doctor entered the room, introducing herself to your wife, and beginning to talk Mila through the process of getting the cast put on. There were some tears, wiped away quickly by her Mami, as they began to wrap up her arm.Â
Once the nurses had taken over, and began adding the colored plaster to the cast, and Mila was suitably distracted, the doctor regarded you.Â
âAlright, letâs get that head wound taken care of.â She said kindly, motioning you over to a chair in the corner of the room. She stood by your head, beginning to clean the wound and prepare to stitch it up.
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to keep your wincing to a minimum. Alexia watched on worriedly from her spot next to Mila, knowing how much you hated needles. The midfielder so wanted to comfort you through this, but she also didnât want to leave Mila alone if she was still upset. So, she did what youâd spent many years helping her do, and communicated.Â
âMilabear? Can I go hold your Mamaâs hand while she gets her stitches?â She whispered, heart melting at how Mila looked over at you, and nodded enthusiastically.Â
âGo help Mama.â She said bravely, feeling much better now that she had her red cast on her arm, and that the nurse had given her some goldfish. Mila munched away happily, her eyes trained on the TV hanging on the wall, and Alexia had never been more grateful for having such an independent and resilient child than she was in that moment.Â
Your eyes were still shut, a few tears escaping as you tried very hard to act like the adult you were. You startled a bit when Alexia crouched in front of you and took your hand. Opening your eyes, you tried to breathe deeply, feeling the doctor begin to thread the needle through the skin of your scalp. A small, rather pathetic whimper fell from your lips, and Alexia brought your hand to her lips, pressing kisses to the back of it. Her adoring gaze only made more tears fall, and you felt completely ridiculous.Â
âYou are okay, amor. It will be over soon.âÂ
Every tear that fell was gently swiped away by your wife. The doctor worked as carefully as she could, but there were still tugs on your skin that had shivers running down your spine, and your stomach churning. There was only so much Alexia could do to help, but luckily, it wasnât a very large wound, and the doctor was done within a few minutes, cutting the excess thread and reaching for a white bandage. She wrapped that around your head, holding a piece of gauze in place, which really felt like overkill.Â
âOkay, done.â The doctor announced, removing her gloves and stepping away from your chair. Alexiaâs earlier words forgotten, you stood shakily to your feet, allowing yourself to fall into your wifeâs open arms.Â
âYou did so good.â She whispered, smiling despite herself at the bandage wrapped around your head. You looked adorable, frowning up at her with tears in your eyes, looking somewhat like a disgruntled mummy.Â
âMama?â Mila called from her spot on the bed.Â
You wiped at your eyes quickly, plastering a smile on your face as you walked over to your daughter. âHi Meels.âÂ
âAll better, Mama?â She asked, reaching both of her arms out for you to pick her up, which you did easily.
âAll better.â You confirmed, holding her as close as you could.Â
âAlmost all better.â The doctor smiled, turning to your wife. âShe has a mild concussion with the impact on the ground, so sheâs going to need to take it easy for a few days. I am assuming you know concussion protocol, Ms. Putellas?âÂ
âYes, yes of course.â Alexia said, her eyes squinting with concern as she studied you. âI will take good care of her.âÂ
âMe too!â Mila added, squirming in your hold until she could loop her arms around Alexiaâs neck and shift over into her arms.Â
Your wife very hesitantly pulled you into her as the doctor left the room. You tilted your head to make eye contact with her, still with a small frown on your face. It was clear that you were still upset with your wife, but the determination in her eyes told you sheâd do anything to fix it.Â
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Apparently, anything consisted of making you sit on the couch next to Mila, holding an ice pack to your head, and not daring to move. Your wife went from room to room, collecting anything she had determined you or Mila might need. It was endearing, but also somewhat frustrating when sheâd appear to hand you something, and go flitting off before you could just ask her for what you really wanted: for her to sit on the couch with the two of you, and relax.Â
Stressed Alexia made you stressed, but you knew this was just how she was coping with what had happened today. Alexia always held a lot of guilt for the little moments she missed while at work; any milestone that Mila achieved while Alexia wasnât around was downright painful for your wife. She was a protective person, and you knew she was even more bothered because both you and Mila were hurt, and she hadnât been there to help either of you.Â
You and Mila sat side by side, heads moving back and forth like you were watching a tennis match. In fact, you were just watching Alexia disappear and reappear with Milaâs favorite toy, a blanket, your favorite sweatshirt, a snack, some water, more ice, more painkillers and 6 different pillows for Mila to rest her cast on. You were exhausted just watching her.Â
She appeared back in the living room like a ghost the minute you stood up, her hands grabbing onto your shoulders and gently pushing you back down onto the couch.Â
âAle, just let me-â
âNo! Sit.â Alexia insisted, ignoring the small giggle from her daughter.Â
You rolled your eyes, shrugging out from under her grip and standing anyway. âAlexia, I have to go to the bathroom. You canât do that for me.âÂ
Alexia had the decency to blush, at least. âOkay. Iâll walk you there.â She decided, grabbing your hand and beginning to escort you to the bathroom. Honestly.Â
Always her motherâs shadow, Mila got up too, and grabbed your other hand. âMami I can-â
âNo. Sit!â Alexia repeated, though with a small smile as she regarded her daughter. âMila, you stay there. I can take care of everything.âÂ
âBut Mami-â
âNo! I can help Mama, you need to rest.â Your wife said, ignoring the amused look you were giving her, too focused on the attitude suddenly radiating off your daughter.Â
âMami. I have to go potty too.â Mila said exasperatedly. Ale blushed further, nodding as she allowed Mila to accompany you both towards the bathroom. You turned your snort of laughter into a fake cough, knowing that Alexia could be sensitive to being teased about her over protectiveness. And, well⌠it seemed Mila was holding her own in showing her Mami how ridiculous she was being.Â
Once youâd arrived at the bathroom door, which took significantly longer than was necessary due to your wife and her mini-me insisting on walking slowly so as to not aggravate your head wound. You indulged them, only putting your foot down when both of them began to follow you into the bathroom.Â
âNo. Enough. I can do this myself.â You sighed, looking between both Alexia and Milaâs skeptical expressions.Â
âBut what if-â
âMama, I can-â
You interrupted both of them by shutting the door and letting out a deep sigh. If you didnât have a scar across your abdomen that told you that youâd birthed Mila, youâd be sure she was Alexiaâs genetic clone.Â
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The rest of the night consisted of overwhelming amounts of hovering, from your wife and daughter both. Alexia took turns fussing over you, and fussing over Mila, until you were sure you were going to make her sleep on the couch or something, before she suggested waking you up every 20 minutes and performing a cognitive test.Â
Alexia had just barely put Mila down in her toddler bed when she heard you call for her. There was urgency in your voice, but it was still obvious that you were trying to keep your voice down for Milaâs benefit. It had been hard enough to get the toddler to sleep; she had become suddenly very tearful once it was time for bed, because her favorite pajama shirt didnât fit over her cast. It had taken one of Alexiaâs t-shirts, around 45 minutes of cuddles, and 4 different stories, for her to finally settle.Â
âAlexia,â you whisper yelled, shutting your eyes as the dizziness got worse. You heard Alexia rush down the hall towards you and willed yourself to hold on just a moment longer.Â
Alexia ran into the room, seeing you with your head in your hands, sitting up in the bed. âWhat is it, amor?âÂ
âIâm gonna be sick,â you managed, pressing a hand to your mouth as Alexia sprung into action.Â
âOkay, okay, just hold on one second.âÂ
Just in time, Alexia thrust the bedroom trash can in front of you. You were sick, retching into the trash can uncomfortably. Your wife pulled your hair back, being careful to not jostle the skin around your stitches, tying it into a very loose bun. She rubbed your back soothingly, pressing kisses into the side of your head until you were done.Â
âOh, amor, I am so sorry.â She murmured, taking the trash can from you once you were done. She was going to take it out of the room, but then she noticed the tears in your eyes, and decided that could wait until later.Â
You curled into her when she sat by your legs and pulled you into her arms. Within a second, you were sobbing brokenly into her shirt, incapable of resisting how comforted you felt when she held you.Â
Alexia whispered soft reassurances into your hair, beginning to think you were upset about more than just feeling so unwell. âAmor, is it your head? Or something else?âÂ
You shook your head weakly into her chest, sucking in a few breaths before you tried to respond. âMeels broke her arm and itâs all my fault.â You said miserably.Â
âNo no no, do not say that. It was not your fault, you did the best you could.â Alexia rushed to make you feel better, but thatâs all it felt like; something she was saying just to make you feel better.
âYou would have caught her.âÂ
Alexiaâs chest squeezed uncomfortably, knowing that she was partially at fault for how guilty you felt right now. Even if what sheâd said had been in the heat of the moment, and it was just a reflection of how upset she was, of course youâd taken it to heart.Â
âIt was an accident, mi amor. It is no oneâs fault. Sometimes kids fall, sometimes they get hurt. It happens.â
âBut Ale, it wouldnât have happened if you had been with her. Youâre just⌠so much better at this than I am.â You mumbled, refusing to untuck your face from Alexiaâs shirt, even as she tried to get you to.Â
âThat is so not true.â Alexia insisted. âYou cracked your head open trying to make sure Mila didnât get hurt. That is not something a bad mother does.âÂ
You ignored her logic, wiping a tear away with that back of your hand. âYou were right earlier. I should have been watching closer.â
Alexia shook her head again. âNo. I was-â
âYou blamed me then, whatâs changed?â You snapped, not quite sure where all of these negative emotions were coming from, or why your mood was changing at the drop of a hat. Sad and guilty one second, angry the next. It wasnât fair to Alexia, who was just trying to make you feel better, but there wasnât any room for rationality in your jumbled head.Â
Luckily, your wife didnât seem to take your words or your tone personally. Instead, she tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear and softly kissed your forehead, showing more patience than you were sure you deserved.
âI donât blame you. I was terrified earlier, but that is no excuse. This was not your fault and Iâm sorry I made you feel like it was. So sorry, amor.â Her voice was sweet and you could feel how sincere she was, just from the way her hand gently cradled your cheek.Â
Nodding shakily, you took a deep breath, suddenly feeling more than a little exhausted. âIâm sorry, Ale, I just-â
Alexia cut you off, though, placing her index finger over your lips. She looked stern again, like she had before when she was making sure you stayed on the couch and didnât move. âItâs okay. No apologies. You are overwhelmed and hurt and exhausted. You need rest, we can talk about this more tomorrow if we need to.âÂ
You nodded your agreement, shifting uncomfortably as you glared down at your pillows. Your head absolutely throbbed, and you hadnât even tried to rest it on the pillow yet.Â
âI donât know how Iâm gonna sleep.â You mumbled, brow furrowing in confusion when Alexia smiled cheekily at you.
âI do!â She said enthusiastically, quickly tucking herself under the covers and pulling you to lay on her chest. Your head was completely safe from any contact with anything, and you found so much peace in the steady thump of Alexiaâs heartbeat in your ear.Â
She was a miracle worker, Alexia. Just when you thought you were going to explode with the amount of thoughts swirling around in your head, she quieted your brain with a few words and a few kisses.Â
Unfortunately, as comfortable as you were, sleep did not seem to be in the cards for either of you. At least, not yet. No sooner than your eyes had fallen shut, and Alexia had settled comfortably into the pillows did you both hear the creak of Milaâs door opening.Â
You exchanged a glance with your wife, keeping completely silent, knowing that sometimes Mila would come check on you both during the night, before heading back to her room. You heard her little steps padding down the hall, a small gasp, and then a loud thump.Â
Alexia was out of bed before Mila could even cry out. âStay there!â She threw over her shoulder, causing you to sit back down on the bed with a grumble. You were glad Alexia hadnât turned the light off earlier, as she sprinted carelessly out of the room towards your daughter.Â
âMama!â Mila sobbed, her little voice breaking your heart. She wanted you, and it took everything in you to not go to her in that moment, knowing that Alexia would bring her to you.Â
âItâs okay, cariĂąo, Iâm here.â Alexia soothed, Milaâs cries becoming muffled by her Mamiâs shirt.Â
Still, you could make out her next words very clearly. âI want Mama,â Mila demanded.Â
Alexia just shushed her, a few seconds passing before they both appeared in the doorway. Milaâs face was red and stained with tears, her cast cradled to her chest. She reached for you as soon as she saw you, and Alexia wasted no time in bringing her over.Â
âCareful, Milabear,â she reminded softly, handing the toddler over to you. Mila curled up against your chest, and you rubbed her back soothingly, exchanging a worried glance with your wife.Â
Mila was a rough and tumble kid; she fell often, and really only cried if she was actually hurt. Sometimes, not even then. She was like her Mami in that way, so her inconsolable tears now terrified you.Â
âI think she tripped over my shirt.â Alexia murmured, running her hands through her daughterâs hair. Dressed in one of Alexiaâs old warm up shirts, Mila surely had tripped over the hem of it. You could see this information really sinking into your wifeâs head, as she began to gnaw on her bottom lip, worry and guilt clouding her face. Â
âBaby, did you trip?â You asked, easing Mila away from your body so you could get a good look at her face. She nodded, looking between you and your wife, her bottom lip jutting out adorably.Â
âWoke up and my arm hurt, and I wanted to sleep in here but I couldnât see and I fell.â Mila said. âMamaâs shirt is too big.â She continued forlornly, as if just now realizing this piece of information.Â
Alexia looked truly distressed, opening her mouth to apologize for allowing Mila to sleep in her shirt, even though you knew the toddler had cried and cried until Alexia had finally given in to what she wanted, if only so she could sleep. You spoke before Alexia could, though, pushing a lock of hair out of your babyâs face.Â
âDid you bump your arm when you fell?â You asked. Mila nodded, sniffling sadly. âDoes it hurt a lot more or just a little bit more?âÂ
âA lot at first. Just a little bit now.â Mila said bravely, peeking at her Mami out of the corner of her eye. She loved to act tough, your little girl, but she was only three, and broken bones hurt.Â
Alexia still hovered on your side of the bed, looking like she wanted to cry.Â
âAlright, Mami will go get you some ice, and you can sleep in here with us tonight. Deal?âÂ
Mila nodded, flopping forward again to rest on your chest. The fact that her mood didnât even really lift when you told her she could sleep with the two of you told you that she was really hurting.Â
Without a word, only a soft kiss placed on Milaâs forehead, Alexia headed for the freezer. She walked calmly out of the room, but both you and Mila heard the unmistakable sound of her running her way to the kitchen, and running back.Â
âMamiâs running.â Mila said, a small smile adorning her face. You laughed quietly, doing your best to keep your smile in check as Alexia slowed to a walk just before walking through the bedroom door, acting as though sheâd walked the whole way.Â
The blonde had returned with the biggest ice pack you had, the one that sheâd used on her knee. She wrapped it meticulously around Milaâs arm, handed her a small sippy cup [of what looked suspiciously like juice, even though Mila was only supposed to have water this late at night], and some childrenâs pain medicine.Â
It was only when Alexia slipped back into bed that she spoke, addressing her daughter with a deep sadness in her voice. âIâm sorry about your shirt, cariĂąo, I shouldnât have let you wear it.âÂ
Mila gave her a strange look, scooting out of your lap to lay directly on top of your wife. Her little fingers grabbed onto her Mamiâs shirt, even the oneâs restrained by her cast twisting into the fabric. âItâs okay, Mami. Was an accident.âÂ
You smiled at your girls, watching Alexiaâs face melt from guilt into adoration as she leaned down to kiss all over Milaâs face. Your daughter giggled, and your heart soared at the sound, more than happy that she had stopped crying and cheered up.Â
Mila settled back down against her Mami, reaching one hand out to latch onto your shirt and attempt to pull you closer. âMama, closer.â She complained, huffing when you didnât budge.Â
Alexia frowned, worried you would put yourself into an uncomfortable position with your head in order to make Mila happy, but luckily, your daughter seemed to have the same thought.Â
âNot on your back Mama! You gotta lay on your front. Here, lay on Mami.â Mila offered, whacking Alexia in the face with her cast as she struggled to move over. You snorted at the disgruntled look on your wifeâs face, ignoring the fake glare she sent back your way.
It took some maneuvering from everyone involved before Mila was curled up against one side of Alexiaâs chest, and you were resting with your cheek pressed into on the other side. Only once you and Mila were both comfy did Alexia kiss Mila on the forehead, and you chastly on the lips.Â
And it was only when Mila had drifted off, soft puffs of air leaving her as she gripped onto both you and your wife, that you relaxed. Alexia gave you a knowing smile, well aware that your daughter's insistence that you hold her when sheâd gotten hurt, and that you be included in the bedtime snuggles, had put to rest your worries that youâd failed her today.Â
It all evened out, in parenthood. You couldnât forget that. Tomorrow, when Alexia would turn away for a split second too long during breakfast and Mila would end up with syrup in her hair, youâd be even more sure of that. Mistakes didnât change how much you or Alexia loved Mila, or how much she loved both of you.Â
Mila didnât keep score. She just loved you both, and that was that.Â
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this has been in my drafts for genuienly several months so i apologize if it doesn't feel very cohesive. hope you enjoy anyway đđŤśđť thanks for reading đŤĄđĽ°
#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso one shot#woso fanfics#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine
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â I know. I'm ready. Otherwise, I wouldnât be here. â (from @imberincidit, maybe upon the Wayfinder Trio's arrival in the Realm of Darkness in their search for Sora?)
THEY SAID THE LINE || @imberincidit
Ventus was worried.
Of course he was worried! After being filled in on what happened in the ten years he was asleep? Aqua had just gotten out of that place, and now they were going back? It was only natural for Ven to worry.
As ready as he was to pay the price of his existence all those years ago if it meant keeping her and Terra safe...a part of his heart, the young boy, worried about the three of them being torn apart again when it feels like they've only just been reunited.
But Aqua spoke...
I'm ready. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.
Ven went quiet, and a renewed determination gradually brightened his expression again.
â You're right. We'll be fine. â Who was he to ever doubt that they would? Aqua and Terra both were some of the strongest people he knew. Besides, even if misfortune were to befall them...they'd always find their way back to each other. Always.
â Let's do this. Together. â
#AHEEM HEEM......WHIMPER...............#imberincidit#â ic: ventus.#â inbox: ventus.#â verse: ventus ; kh3.
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Poetry Corner
It all depends on the right detective for the job to hand:
Super Snooper and Blabbermouse. Inch High, Private Eye (via the Finkerton Detective Agency). The Clue Club (avec Woofer and Whimper). Undercover Elephant and Loudmouse.
But whomever is selected for the case to hand (more likely by chance as much as appointment), expect the whole case turning out to have some resolution.
Even where the result in the end turns out having come about in hilariously Funtastic manner.
Care to share some Hanna-Barberian poesy you may be stockpiling for consideration in this space?
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(Dark! Dbf! Anakin Skywalker x fem! Reader)
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đđžđ: your parents leave you home alone to tend to the christian faith. Itâs a good thing that your daddyâs friend is there to help you atone !
ŕ¨ŕ§ Content warning . Dubious consent (reader is naive, but consents), blasphemy & strong religious themes, manipulation, baby trapping? age gap (reader is of in her 20s)// innocence kink, god complex, loss of virginity, size kink, oral, pnv, missionary + full nelson position
Disclaimer: I am not religious, though I do know there are people that are. pls block if it bothers you! This is solely fiction and not meant to offend anyone, and I donât condone using religion as a way to manipulate or hurt others. Thanks! âď˝ĄË â
Your parents leaving you alone is honestly a scary experience.
Although itâs fun (having the house to yourself means having the large flat screen tv in the living room), youâve come to find that at night youâre quite afraid of the dark. And of course, your family has left on an adult-only Christian retreat and has left you home alone.
Sure, youâre more than old enough. But you havenât been exactly⌠exposed to the world around you. So the idea of monsters and demons filling the dark corners of your home, it becomes even more prominent.
You try to concentrate on your bible, try to read through the verses where God tells you to fear no evil, but the paranoia is creeping in on your cold spine like a winterâs chill. You try to listen to music, too, to drown out the whispers you hear in the night.
But to no avail.
You decide that you have no choice but to call the only contact thatâs available to you.
Anakin is your godfather, in the sense that heâs your fatherâs best friend. Heâs always been around, and heâs always helped you with your studies. Anakinâ Ani, as you sometimes call him, lives less than a few blocks away. He always tells you that if you need him, heâll be there. So it wouldnât hurt to ring him up, right?
Pressing the dial on your phone, you type in his number with ease. Biting your thumb nail you wait for him to answer. He picks up on the third ring.
âY/N? Is everything okay?â
You smile at his voice, the one that always gives you that tingly feeling in your stomach. You suspect that itâs because heâs your favorite person.
âEverythingâs fine, Ani. Are you at work?â
âItâs a Saturday, isnât it?â
âWell⌠yeah.â
âThen Iâm off work, sweetheart,â he replies softly, and then you get that tingly feeling again. âWhy did you decide to call?â
Itâs not in the sense that heâs annoyedâ heâs genuinely curious. You nervously rock back and forth on the balls of your feet.
âWellââ you start, embarrassed. âMom and dad are out, ânâ itâs dark.â
âDark?â
âItâsââ you can feel tears beginning to form in your eyes as the wind creaks outside. âI donât like it, Ani. I donât wanna be alone in here... Please come.â
Anakinâs cock presses against his zipper at the sound of your whiny, desperate voice. He palms his bulge through his slacks.
âYeah, baby. âCourse Iâll come,â he pauses. âJust gotta do something first, okay? Then Iâll be there as soon as possible.â
You sniffle, the tears beginning to fall now.
âOkay. âM sorry.â
âFor what? Donât apologize to me sweetheart. Just wait there.â
â
A good forty minutes later Anakin is there, and when you open the door for him you latch onto him like a leechâ your hands wrap around his waist, your bury your face into his fit chest, and you whimper against him as he coos gentle reassurances to you.
âItâs okay, baby. Aniâs here.â
âPromise?â
âI promise. Iâm not goinâ anywhere.â
He brings you over to the couch, sitting you on the cushion beside him as he looks down at your pink bible. He notes that you use the wooden cross necklace he had bought you for your nineteenth birthday as a bookmark.
âBeen readinâ?â He notes, looking down at the opened pages. Youâve been highlighting some verses, and next to this book thereâs another: Christianity for Girls.
âMhm.â
Anakin picks it up with idle hands. He flips to the first chapter.
âCâmere. Want me to read to you?â
âYes, sir.â You reply, and with a gentle flick to your hair you begin to climb into his lap. Itâs not uncommon for you to do thisâ heâs so comfy and warm. Even though sometimes the things in his pocket tend to poke against your bottom, you donât mind. Itâs worth it if Ani has his big arms wrapped around you.
He grunts as you settle down on himâ his cock twitches as he feels your panties hit his lap. Your skirt is covered just enough to not expose you, but it still rides up as you sit down. His hand grips your thigh, and with the other he settles the book in his palm.
âChapter 1,â he clears his throat. âRules.â
Well, okay. If you say so.
âGirls should always follow their faith in God.â
Fair enough.
You nod along, as he reads the next.
âGirls should go to church every Sunday.â He smirks, turning to you. âDo you go to church every Sunday?â
âOf course! I love church.â
Anakin chuckles, flipping to the next page and adjusting himself from underneath you.
âRule number three,â he says. His voice hesitates as he reads the next line, then he awkwardly clears his throat. âNo premarital sex.â
Your brows furrow, bottom lip pulling between your teeth. âWhatâs that?â
He sucks in a breath, his cock beginning to become hard for a second time today.
âSex? Itâsââ
âNo, no,â you giggle, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. âI meantâ I know what sex is, Ani. Sort of. But.. what is premarital sex?â
âItâs sex before marriage. Doing it with someone you arenât going to devote yourself to.â
âOh.â You twiddle your fingers, eyes averting down to look at the ink splattered pages. âButâ if you do it with someone youâre going to devote yourself to, without being married anyway, isnât that still non premarital? I mean, in a way, you are marriedâŚsort of.â
Anakin shrugs, resting his head on your shoulder. You try to ignore how the closeness of his breath makes you tingle.
âDunno, honey. I guess so. Never thought of it that way.â
You nod, wiggling around on his lap to get more comfortable. Anakinâs fingers grab your hips with a firm hand.
âHave you ever done it?â You ask. âPremarital sex, I mean.â
He lets out a breathy chuckle. Something in him is breaking apart, all these years of pent up sexual frustration for you beginning to come to a head as his resolve crumbles.
âYes. Many times,â he coincides. âWith a lot of people I didnât care about. I shouldnât of done that. Itâs bad.â
Your face fills to the brim with heat, as the tension in the room grows incredibly thick. Your eyes widen when you feel him hump against your clothed cunt.
âWhat about you, baby?â He whispers against the shell of your ear. âHave you done it?â
You stutter, hesitating, and thatâs when Anakin gets his answer.
âRight. âCourse you havenât,â and then, quietly, as if to himself, âToo precious for those boysâŚâ
You let out a small sound in the back of your throat, that tingly feeling growing evermore prominent. You donât know why youâre feeling this way. Maybe itâs the heat in the room, maybe itâs your claustrophobia.
Or maybe, you think, itâs the devil.
White hot heat coils in your private parts, and you try to get off of Anakin to get rid of feeling. He tsks, grabbing your hips and shoving you back into his lap. You whine, hands gripping is in an attempt to get away.
âAni.. câmonââ
âDo you touch yourself?â He asks darkly. You let out a little gasp. âDo you touch your princess parts, sweetheart?â
You shake your head, almost too quickly, and canât help but press your thighs together. Anakin is having none of it.
âLiar,â he hisses. âYou have. Donât lie to me. I know when youâre lying to me.â
âIâm sorry!â You whimper against his harsh grip. âI-I stopped! I did, I really did, and Iâve been meaning to repent and atone for my sins but I havenât yetâŚplease, Ani.â
Tears of shame begin to fall from your eyes, wet and salty. You let out a little cry. Anakin softens a bit, his grip on you loosening. He wraps his arms around your tummy and quietly shushes you.
âItâs okay. Itâs okay, angel, I know you didnât mean to,â he coos, as your hands move around to rest in the locks of his hair. âSensitive baby. I know itâs hard not to touch yourself down there. âS okay.â
âPromise?â You sniffle, turning your head to look into his eyes. He smiles.
âI promise.â
Your eyes innocently move down to his lips, that feeling growing inside even more.
âAni..â you whisper. âItâs.. I want to.. to touch myself again. I donât know how to control itâŚâ
He strokes your hair out of your face with his fingers, cooing again.
âItâs okay,â and then, after a moment, with his cock pressed flush against your cunt, âI can help. Do you want me to?â
âBut.. isnât that premarital sex?â
He presses a kiss against your earlobe.
âYou love me, donât you? And I know I love you. So isnât that marital sex?â
Your brain has turned into a puddle. Softly, you whisper out, âyes.â
He smiles against your skin, his hands sliding up past the expanse of your thighs.
âThereâs something they donât tell you about sex,â he murmurs. âWhen you let the man you love inside you, itâs a way to celebrate god. You become one with god.â He quirks a brow, watching you listen closely to him. âAnd you atone. Donât you want to atone, baby?â
Your doe eyes look up at him, and you nod. He grins, knowing heâs got you exactly where he wants you. His thumb pulls the flesh of your bottom lip down and he watches it bounce back against your teeth.
âWhy donât you give me a kiss? Hm, pretty?â
And just like that, heâs got you. Your lips, ever so softly, come up to peck his. He smiles.
âAgain.â
And you do kiss him again. Only this time, he presses hard into your mouth and itâs not long before his hands are tangling in your hair and heâs rubbing his tongue against your bottom lip. Itâs all surreal, this man below you, his cock hard. You donât know that, of course. Pulling away from him, you have a confused look on your face.
âWhatâs always in your pocket? âS poking me.â
Anakin doesnât say anything. He just laughs at you, and leans in for more of your kisses. You get too lost in the feeing of his hands massaging your inner thighs to press him for an answer. But you find out soon enough when you feel him push your hand down into the front of his pants. Letting out a small squeak you feel the warm skin of his cock, and something tugs at your lower tummy again.
âOh.â you say softly, understanding. It was never something in his pocketâ it was him.
âFeel what you did to me?â Anakin huffs out, as he guides your hand up and down on his length. âThatâs my cock, baby. Itâs what happens when I get really excited to see you.â
A small smile grazes your features at the thought of Anakin liking your presence. A whole lot, it seems, because his body is physically reacting. He grunts when you squeeze his length out of curiosity.
âDoes it hurt?â You murmur, watching him.
âNot at all,â he coincides, adjusting you on his lap. âFeels good.â
And okay, thatâs even better. Now youâre making Anakin feel good. Pride floods your chest. Watching him, you feel his precum drip down your fist.
âCan I see it?â
Your voice surprises him, and heâs nodding so quickly that it seems like he might break his neck.
ââCourse, pretty girl, can watch it all day if you want toâŚâ looking at you hungrily, he mutters in a soft tone, âCâmere, get on your knees.â
Confusion muddles your brain, but not as much as the ache to please him. You crawl off of his lap, and he takes one of the couch pillows and places it on the floor.
âSit.â He commands, and you rest your knees on the pillow and your small hands on his big thighs.
He unbuttons his fly, then his zipper. His bulge is straining against his briefs, a wet patch on the front from his arousal. Gulping, you watch as he pulls his pants and underwear all the way down and slips them off.
His length springs free, dripping with pre and insanely long. Your eyes widen as you watch it, wondering: where does it go?
Okay. So, you have a vague idea of where itâs supposed to goâ somewhere in you, but you donât know where. But either way, you know for for a fact that wherever that is isnât adjustable enough for such a big thing. Your face floods with embarrassment.
âWhere do IâŚâ you start, quiet. Anakin furrows a brow, grabbing his cock into his palm.
âWhere do you what?â
You avoid his gaze.
âWhere do I.. put it?â
A smile quirks on the manâs lips, stroking himself to the sight of your pretty face peering at his cock.
âYour mouth, sometimes. But especially where you touch yourself, angel. Your cunt.â He tilts his head, not shaming you but trying to explain. âDo you know what your cunt is?â
You shyly nod, knowing that thatâs what some of the boys around town called that spot where you touch yourself. And now, feeling this odd tingle inside you, it all makes perfect sense. It wants Ani inside.
But you frown at him.
âIt wonât fit,â you say sadly. ââS too bigâ
âItâll fit, honey. Just have to stretch you first.â
Stretch you? That sounds painful! Fear courses through you.
âStretch me?â You say worriedly.
Anakin seems amused by your reaction.
âItâll only hurt a little, then itâll feel really good,â he explains. âI promise. Donât you trust me?â
Your head moves up and down, and you know that itâs true. He smiles softly, and then heâs tapping your lip with his finger.
âOpen,â he says.
Your parted mouth falls completely open, pink tongue lolling out as he places the tip of his cock on it. It takes you by surprise, and your lashes flutter as his taste evades your senses. Itâs an odd flavorâ not too bad, but not too good either. Though, the thought of it being from Ani makes it all worth while. He slaps himself against your tongue a few times, the wet muscle making a plopping sound as his stringy precum creates a small puddle in your mouth. He watches, proud, and he praises you in the most gentle tone he can muster.
âGood girl. Such a pretty mouth, canât wait to cum inside itâŚâ
And that makes your eyes shut tight as you let out a loud whine, knowing that his cum is another delicious fluid that you will happily drink up soon. His cock guides itself even more into your mouth, the cockhead disappearing in between your plush lips. You use your mouth gently, treating his cock with care, not wanting to hurt him. He grunts when you swirl your tongue around him.
âMmm,â he breathes. âLick it, baby. Like an ice cream cone⌠yeahhh. Just like that, sweet girl.â
You hollow your cheeks around his mushroomed head, your brain becoming fuzzy at the feeling of his length moving in and out of your mouth. Suckling him, heâs soft and warm on your tongue.
You do this for quite some time. Anakinâs thrusts speed up, and he makes you take more and more and more. When you choke on him for the first time he tells you that itâs okayâ âjust get through it, baby, donât you wanna be good for me?â And of course you do, because itâs Ani, and heâs really handsome and he smells really nice and his hands are so big as they card themselves through your hair. You canât get enough and youâre almost angry he hadnât shown you this sooner. Your vision is dizzy as he uses your mouth.
On a particularly harsh thrust that makes your throat spasm around him, Anakin begins to make some very pretty noises. Drool leaks down your chin and chest, your mascara running, his balls slapping against your chin. He groans loudly.
âGonna cum,â he mutters out. âGonna fill up your throat. Do you want that, sweet girl?â
You canât say anything, but you try your hardest to nod around his cock. He gets the message. And with stuttering hips, salty fluid shoots into the wet canal of your mouth. It fills you up until youâre choking, and as Anakin rides out his high his cock practically coats itself in cum as he moves in and out, in and out. He pulls you off of him after a moment, and with a mouth full of spend you gasp out for air. Anakinâs got this possessive stare in his eyes as he looks at you.
âSwallow it.â
You do. You gulp it down excitedly, and with a small âaaaaaâ you stick out your tongue so he can see that youâve consumed it all. Anakin looks down at you with a grin on his face.
âThatâs my girl.â
â
âI want you to⌠to put it in me.â
Your voice speaks softly in the darkness of your room, rain pattering against your window as Anakin sits on your bed across from you. Itâs been a week since your last⌠encounter. Your parents are out once againâ and as requested, Anakin had shown up on your doorstep to keep you company. After a mug of hot chocolate, your favorite, you had invited the man into your room. A cross is around his neck, shiny with a silver chain. His hair is messy, his fingers clad in silver metal rings. You want to bite them.
Anakin smiles, pretty teeth shining.
âDo you know the story of the Virgin Mary?â He asks, out of context. Your eyes light up. Mary is your favorite biblical figure.
âYes!â You reply to him. âShe got pregnant by God.â
âAnd how did she do that?â
âBy magic!â You say. âShe gave birth to Jesus.â
Anakin chuckles, kissing your forehead softly.
âSuch a smart girl. But sweetheart, magic didnât give her a baby.â At the sight of your confused face, he continues. âSex did. Thatâs how all babies are made.â
Heat creeps up your neck, your face puzzled. âSo youâll give me a baby?â
Anakin should be frightened at the thought of getting his best friendâs daughter pregnant, but he isnât. In fact, he smiles, his touch leaving tingles against your skin.
âIf thatâs what you want. Just imagine, angel..â his lips brush against your ear, smoothing back a strand of your hair. âA beautiful baby. My nose, my lips.. those pretty eyes of yours.â
You bite your lip, your heart fluttering. Having Anakinâs baby would be your dream! Having a house with him, children running around, Anakin coming home from work everydayâŚ
Oh, but daddy would be so mad.
He would never look at you the same again. He would be ashamed, he would damn you to the deepest pit of hell.
You think these things so incredibly, but once Anakinâs lips press against yours all of those things go away. He kisses you slow, sweet, gentle. His stomach presses against your tummy.
âI canât wait to see it. Your little belly, all swollen with my baby..â
And daddy is out of your thoughts and replaced with a new, different daddy: Anakin.
Itâs not long before heâs got you laid down on your ruffled pink sheets, your baby blue nightgown gone (âcmon, let me see that pretty bodyâ), with Anakinâs lips trailing down your neck. Heâs gotten you prepped, used his fingers and tongue in oh so many ways that had made you quiver, used your throbbing cunt for his own meal. When you spread your legs for him this time, itâs so he can rub his incredibly hard length against the lips of your pussy. Delectable and sweet as he remembers, Anakin watches the way your leftover cum and slick coat his length generously.
Heâs never seen a cunt so cute, so fat, so swollen and precious. He taps his cockhead against your clit, listens to the desperate little pleas you let out as you look up at him with doe eyes.
âPlease, Ani, want your baby.â
âPlease, daddy, put it inside me. My cuntâs so tight and wet for you..â
You donât say that last part, Anakinâs imagination runs wild, but he knows youâre probably thinking thatâ thinking that as his mushroomed tip pops inside your entrance, stretching, burning. Thinking that as you cry, your salty tears his most delectable meal besides the thing in between your legs. Thinking that as you grimace, give him that pained look as he fully sheathes himself inside.
And then, he begins to move.
Itâs like a fire in your gut, at first. Hot, burning, grating. But soon it gives way to something elseâ something not even his fingers can create, something thatâs absolutely out of this world. Your nails dig into his back, leaving red welts along the skin, and you should apologize but you canât bring yourself to care. Aniâs whispering something in your ear, something dirty, filthy, and deprived; you enjoy it so much, you really do, as he speaks to you like this.
âGood girl, so tight. Daddyâs so happy when he fucks his little princess.â
âLook at that, how red and swollen your little pussy is. Is my cock too big for it?â
After harsh thrusts, skin slapping against skin, and curled toes, Anakin pulls out of you. You almost sob from the loss, but it isnât long before he lays you on top of him and slips himself back into your sopping hole, pulling your ankles behind your head. This causes your eyes to flutter open again, a small moan leaving you. Anakin brings his hands around to hold your legs and head in a chokehold. He fucks you like that, all twisted and overstimulated.
Looking down, you watch as his length fills you to the brim and moves in and out of you.
âA-Am ââ you sniffle, a pleasured sob racking through your throat. âAm I being good, Ani? Is⌠Is god inside me now?â
Anakin groans, his hips pressing even harder against your raw fucked pussy.
âYeah, baby,â He breathes, his hand pressing against the bulge poking out of your lower tummy. âGodâs in you. Right in this little tummy.â
You mewl, understanding his words, the blasphemy in them. A blush coats your cheeks as you murmur out, âdonât say that.. âs bad. Youâre being bad.â
âBut Iâm making you feel so good. Arenât I, baby?â He taunts, with a hint of malice in his voice. âIsnât this what you wanted? A thick, hard cock to fill up this little pussy?â
You shake your head, trying to deny yourself this pleasure you canât contain. Anakin chuckles.
âYes, it is. I can tell when youâre lying, little girl... oh, look at you. Little legs are shaking. Poor babyâŚâ
You should feel guilty for all the dirty things leaving his sinful mouth. You should hate him and find him icky and push him away. Hes a dirty, filthy man.
But⌠heâs your Ani. The man who protects you, hugs you when youâre sad, buys you your favorite lip gloss and stuffed animals. And that cross is dangling in pressing against your back, cold and heavy like a burden but still turning you on andâ he smells so good, and although you keep trying to move away from his harsh fucking, you know in your mind that you donât want him to stop. Little sounds escape your throat with each thrust, moans and whines that sound like a wounded animal. But you are far from woundedâ unless you count the soreness youâre probably going to feel tomorrow from Anakin pounding your guts.
Grunting, his arms flex on each side of you as he grasps your body with firm hands.
The manâs cock moves against your walls harshly, slick penetrating the skin of your thighs and making you shake. A smirk glazes his lips as he watches your face contorted in pleasure, and your neck is craned so you can see every facial expression he makes.
You thought you had never seen God. But right now, you might not be so sure.
âGood little angel,â he groans gently. âSuch a tight little fuck hole for daddy.â
You want to be disgusted by the name, wanted to be disgusted since the first time he said it, but before you can think too hard the tip of his mushroomed head slams against a certain spot that has you sobbing out, âdaddy, daddy!â against your own accord. He moans himself at the sound of your pleasure.
âGood fucking girl. Hittinâ that princess spot so good, yeah? Pussy feelinâ good?â
Your eyes roll back, your body going limp like a rag doll as you relax against his jackhammering thrusts. It all feels too good. The Bible always talks about heaven and you think that this is truly it: Anakin below you, holding you down, humping into you like an animal, as he spews disgusting phrases into your ears.
Maybe he isnât the devil. Maybe heâs God.
You can feel something building up in your tummy, the familiar butterflies now turning dark like moth wings, scraping against that one spot over and over and over. God grins from below you, and bringing his hand up he forces your mouth open with his big fingers. His spit lands down on your tongue, wet and warm and perfect.
âSwallow.â He commands, and you do it greedily. Your voice moans for more, aches for more, and he does it thrice.
âDo you trust me?â He growls. âDo you trust me, baby?â
âYes! Yes sir.â You whimper, and you know itâs true when it falls from your lips. He forces his fingers to press even harsher around your head. Your ears ring, a pressure beginning to form in your skull.
âGodâs got you,â Anakin growls. âGodâs got you and your life in his hands. And you know what?â
You donât say anything, just shake your head as you try to catch a breath of air.
âHeâs not gonna let it go.â He continues. âYouâre gonna feel this, honey. Youâre gonna get fucked like this all the timeââ your vision is blurring, his words making you spasm. He brings his fingers down to that swollen button on your soaked pussy and rubs in harsh circles. ââ When daddy thinks his precious little girl is asleep, when he thinks sheâs praying to god, sheâs going to be praying to me. Choking on my dick, getting fuckinâ bred. Do you want that? Do you want my cum, you fucking slut?â
You canât really hear him anymore; your body has gone completely limp, your eyes fluttering shut as you ride out wave upon wave of pleasure. Youâre still breathing, you know you are, but you fall unconscious in Anakinâs harsh grasp.
And when he sees you like that, all fucked out and deadweight, he groans and begins to pound you harder.
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