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Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on.
He’ll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until you’re whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. It’s a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, he’s right. And when he's wrong, it’s because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times.
He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until you’re squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; he’ll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so it’s juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, you’ve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him.
When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. You’re moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he won’t let you. “Not yet,” he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. “Be a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.”
And of course you will, because he’s so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.”
So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. It’s just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one he’s been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out.
His watch is soaked in your essence, but that’s alright. In fact, it’s exactly what he wanted.
#mdni banner by @/cafekitsune#nanami smut#nanami drabble#nanami kento smut#kento nanami smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami#HELP#I'm so fucking feral for him#I should be asleep but I'm doing this instead LOL#barely proofread so sorry for any typos or errors
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goddd every time i see his waist and hips and thighs and ass i can't fucking control myself i need to breed him breed him breed him breed him breed him until all of his holes are stuffed and leaking and he's whining and squirming and moaning and and and
#I'm so fucking feral about it#growling and barking#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#ftm dom#ftm top#ftm t4t#trans nsft#t4t mlm#nsft t4t#ftm puppy#ftm pet#t4t breeding#mlm breeding#breeding pet#ftm breeding#submisive and breedable#breeding k1nk#bd/sm breeding#breeding toy#ftm sub#ftm bottom#nsft ftm#ftm ns/fw#mlm t4t#t4t bottom#t4t puppy#t4t sub#t4t ns/fw#t4t yearning
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I'M FUCKING GOING INSANE ACTUALLY!!!!!
#AHHHHHHHHHHHDHDHFHFJDDJDHDHDHDBSBSJXHDHDHDHSHDJFJDUFYBURZHDHDHDHDHDHDKRURGHDGHHDHDHDHDH#NO ONE FUCKING TALK TO ME IM GOING FERAL RN#red white and royal blue#rwrb#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#taylor zakhar perez#nicholas galitzine#firstprince#EDIT: Added Alt Text Finally!#EDIT: should have added it a long time ago but i'm not an avid tumblr user so this is my first time putting it in
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Go you funky little SecUnit! Go!
(One of my favorite scenes from the newest Murderbot novel: System Collapse)
#love when secunit gets a little bit feral#system collapse#murderbot#the murderbot diaries#system collapse spoilers#I'm not good at drawing armor pls go easy on me#I just laughed so hard at this scene it's so fucking funny to me#imagine being the B-E secunit already having a terrible day#your clients are scheming and trying to murder each other#and then here comes the weirdest secunit you've ever seen and you need to neutralize it#you very cleverly disable its projectile weapon with a well-aimed shot oh you're so clever#and just like that it's flinging itself at your head like a fucking feral cat at the vet's office#grace makes art
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“Hey, I need to get married for bullshit Infinite Realms reasons, you two in?”
“Tt, of course.”
“Sure thing! Do we need to get going for that like, right now? Or later?”
“Eh, like in a couple of hours? The Observants are demanding some Royal Ball or something and they pulled out some stupid old laws out of their collective asses that if I’m not married by the time it starts they can assign me spouses of their choosing, can you fucking believe that shit?”
“Woah, what the hell? Can they even do that?”
“I was under the impression they were only permitted to observe.”
“Right? It’s total crap, but apparently there’s like this super old law on the books and they didn’t bring it up until now when there’s like no time left to try and force me to marry someone they pick.”
“They are training to gain influence over you?”
“Eh, more like they’re trying to get control of my Dad by way of me. But still fucked as hell.”
“So why do you need to marry both of us? Or do you just need to marry one of us and we should play rock paper scissor for it?”
“Technically I only need to marry one of you, but I don’t want them pulling out any loopholes or something. So, it’d be great if one of you could be my consort for my role as Queen of Mirrors, and one could be my consort for my role as Crown Princess. You two can figure who’s who on that all that, I’m good with whatever.”
“Oooh, can I be consort for the Mirror Court? I can annoy Kon more that way.”
“I am amenable to that. Grandfather will have a fit when he learns that I can cut his access to the Pits off at my discretion and there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“Awesome, okay are you two good for meeting up at like, three? We can pop over to my Lair and get everything sorted out there.”
“Works for me, my only class til this afternoon is at one and the professor already said we’re cutting out early because she has to go out of town this weekend.”
“Four would be more agreeable if possible, I have to take Titus to the vet for his checkup.”
“Okay let’s aim for four then. It’s just signing some paperwork, making some quick blood-slash-ectoplasm pacts and swearing a couple binding oaths… Should only take like five or ten minutes?”
“They’re not gonna make you have a huge royal wedding or anything?”
“Nah. Dad keeps things pretty chill so as long as the paperwork is all in order we’ll be good. Though once Auntie Dorathea finds out she’s absolutely gonna make us have one. She loves planning weddings. Swear its what she makes her hoard out of somehow.”
“So long as we have a say in some of the proceedings I have no issue with that eventuality.”
“Same, it sounds like it’d be a fun way to annoy the Observants even more.”
“Don’t for get all the weirdos trying to be my suitors and all that bullshit.”
“We have an accord then. We can reconvene at the usual place.”
“Awesome, you two are the best! I gotta jet and let everyone know and get the ball rolling on the paperwork stuff. See you guys at four!”
With that, Nomad - Stella Phantom, Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms, Queen of Mirrors, Core of the Speedforce and ghostly hero of the Titans and the Justice League - tore a rip in the fabric of space and time and darted out of the room the same way she came. Through the mind-bending tear in reality the eerie, eye-searing green of the Infinite Realms glowed in all its unsettling glory, Phantom Keep a glittering expanse of night sky made solid in the distance.
Jon waved at her cheerfully as Damian gave a nod of farewell before both silently turned their attention back to their respective tablets as the portal closed behind their friend and teammate and the glimpse of the Ghost Zone disappeared again. Completely unbothered by the conversation just held or the life changing implications that came with them.
Jon was humming as he tapped away at something on the screen before him, Damian propping his head up on his fist in vague boredom as he frowned down at the information he was reading.
The rest of the room Nomad had left behind was caught in a frozen, stunned silence in the wake of the baffling conversation they’d all just been witness to. All eyes in the room darted between Flamebird and Pheonix seated calmly at the end of the table, then to the space where Nomad had disappeared to, back to the young men, and then towards the head of the table where Superman and Batman sat looking bewildered and a bit on the verge of heart attacks.
The short status update meeting was about to become much, much longer it seemed.
Though a lot more entertaining.
#dpxdc#dani phantom#danielle phantom#elle phantom#jon kent#jon el kent#damian wayne#justice league#super serious chaos#possible platonic super serious chaos it's up to yall#clones are called mirrorborn in the infinite realms#elle is the ancient of the speedforce#Dani Phantom is the Ancient of the Speedforce#I will make this happen if it kills me please someone else write something for this I'm going feral#impulsively marrying your friends to fuck with some of the most powerful entities in existence is a fun pass time everyone should try#their friends and family are exactly as unhinged as these three - sometimes even *More* unhinged - and can't say shit about it#so many justice league members are torn between sobbing because 'This was going to be a short meeting for once!' 😭#and being SO EXCITED because the chaos that is about to break out in this meeting room is going to be SO GOOD#There is so much tea that is going to be spilled at the cafeteria after this
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I'm going absolutely insane over him.
#never would say this#but I think I'm going feral#he's so fucking gorgeous#seriously can't tell if I want to be with him OR be him.#atp#does it matter?#s1ushyz#my chemical romance#mcr#gerard way#frank iero#my chem#mikey way#ray toro
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#hello i'm fucking feral for the murderous tyrants#i didnt get why people were so into gortash x durge but i Get It Now#enver gortash#the dark urge#durgetash#bg3#baldurs gate 3#my art
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I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes
#This is 100% swinging at a hell of a hornet's nest#Do I tag it?#Yeah fuck it we ball#fe3h#fe16#edelgard von hresvelg#claude von riegan#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#rhea fire emblem#I should probably clarify that I love all of these characters quite dearly#Well except Rhea#I think she's a good character but I'm not feral about her like Edelgard or charmed by her like Claude or desperate to save her like Dimitr#discourse#edelgard discourse#Edit: I actually don’t care about 3H discourse either way lol#there’s plenty of interesting shit to talk about in this game#also I get that the people who say “x did war crimes” actually don’t mean “this was bad because it violated the Geneva Convention”#but any time I see something about how many war crimes someone did (usually Edelgard or Dimitri) I just think:#“Hah it’s a war crime to deploy Cyril to rescue Flayn because he’s still 14 then”#also I got into this game because someone told me ‘so there’s a gal with an axe and trauma’ and I booted it up#and I have a friend who likes Rhea despite his moral reservations solely because ‘she’s hot tho’#and that’s also really funny#point is I don’t really wanna participate in most fe3h discourse cuz I have shit to do but this post isn’t meant to be a dunk on anyone#I’m not upset when I see it; it’s either funny or fine or sometimes right#I’m just gay for Edelgard and amused by the idea of applying the Geneva Convention to a world where it Clearly Isn’t A Thing
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Girlfriend Stealer!Bonten!Sanzu x Reader
♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, cheater!reader, hickeys, exhibitionism, unprotected sex + creampie ♡
note: this was partially inspired by the song Girlfriend by Heavyweight, idk why I didn't just turn these into a fic (I'm sick and lazy lol)
note 2: this was way longer than planned, but all of my morals and dignity leave my body when it comes to Bonten Sanzu (and I'm fine with that)
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🌸 You two met at one of Bonten's numerous nightclubs
🌸 You were there with your boyfriend, but that wasn't going to stop Sanzu from approaching you
🌸 He watched you all night and even offered you a ride home when he saw you were about to leave
🌸 Gave you his number even though you told him not to
"Take my number anyway doll, you never know when that little boyfriend of yours will disappoint you~"
🌸 You called him the next day and he immediately asked you out, you agreed but only as friends
🌸 He took you out to dinner and then drove you to a nightclub (not owned by Bonten this time)
🌸 Unfortunately your just friends mentality went out the window when he put his hands on your waist
🌸 He held you tightly and pulled you close to him, tracing the patterns on your dress and giving you a chance to breathe in his intoxicating cologne
🌸 This man had you in your feelings and you barely knew him, but you'd know a lot more than most by the end of the night
🌸 He dragged you off to a secluded spot in the club, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap, the bulge in his pants became much more apparent now that it was pressing against your panties
"Tell me princess, does he fuck you good enough?"
🌸 You didn't even have to respond, he already knew the answer and was willing and ready to please you
🌸 His thumb pressed down on your clit, slowly rubbing it before he pulled your panties to the side
🌸 Your hands fumbled with his belt and you couldn't help but gasp when you finally got a hold of his cock (because there ain't no way that was gonna fit inside you, he's girthy asf)
"You want it, 'cause it's all yours darling~"
🌸 You held his shoulders as you rode him, his calloused hands gripping your hips and setting your pace
"Feels so good darling, wanna stretch you out every night ♡"
🌸 He buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting on the soft flesh, hoping to leave you with some reminders of your night together
🌸 His nails dug into your hips as he felt himself approaching the edge and he begged to cum inside you
"Fuck princess, can I? Can I please fill up your pretty lil cunt?"
🌸 You nodded in agreement and your body trembled as you felt him pump his thick, sticky cum into your pussy, leaving you full and satisfied
🌸 He dragged you off to a bathroom to clean you up and helped you walk back to his car
🌸 He dropped you off back home as if he didn't just wreck your insides
"Lemme know when you're free doll, I'd love to be able to take care of you properly next time ♡"
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#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#sanzu smut#I just wanna apologize in advance for the woman I'll become when bonten sanzu is animated 😭#I think I'm done for the day after this one because 😮💨#why is he so fucking hot#someone tell me where I can get a sanzu RIGHT NOW!!!!#I'm sorry but I'm sick and on my period so I'm extra feral rn 😭
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Sean is really the Candela character of all time because of how fundamentally entangled he is within not only the world but the literal mechanics of the game. He is entrenched in the cycle of violence and he has no capacity to see any escape.
And how could he? Why would he care in the end about monsters living among them, wearing human faces? There's nothing anymore monstrous about the shapeshifters than the men in that room—himself included. The only difference Sean sees between his doppelganger and those men is that the doppelganger is going to give him what he wants.
In fact, this is also the only difference he sees between himself and those men. He doesn't kill them because they did something monstrous. He kills them because in his estimation, with all of them as evidence of this belief, the only things you get in this world are the things you take for yourself. Their deaths won't bring back his brothers, or erase the things he himself did, or even really further his efforts to rescue his mother. He kills them because he wants to—if the world is inherently violent, and it is on a fundamental level, then he's going to take what he wants.
Because the violence of the world is baked into the fabric of reality, both narratively, through the Flare, which can never be defeated, only struggled against, and mechanically, through the significant odds of failure or complication. There is so little success in the world of not only Newfaire but Candela Obscura itself.
It has nothing to do with who is the biggest baddest monster. Sean's approach to violence and later betrayal is beyond the consideration of morality, because the struggles of Candela Obscura leave so little room to split hairs over morals. Survival is at stake. The organization of Candela Obscura is misguided and ineffectual not because of any inherent problems of the organization or corruption of its members, but because they are, in Sean's mind, always only making losing bets.
In Newfaire, the dice are loaded, the house is all-powerful, and humanity is the underdog. Was it any surprise that Sean Finnerty got tired of losing?
#candela obscura#co spoilers#cr meta#sean finnerty#in all ways but physical I am chewing glass oh my fucking god#I have like seven posts to write I'm so feral over this show
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currently Terminally In Love with your fae!Simon au, and it has resulted in some ✨Thoughts✨
so, the bond that’s between Simon and reader — we’ve seen how it functions as a kind of honing beacon that allows Simon to know if reader is being fucked with by any other fae who dare to touch what he’s laid claim to… but from what I could discern the mark reacted so violently and allowed him to come to reader’s rescue solely because it was reacting to foreign fae magic… does it work the same for physical, nonmagical harm?
(and further, asking for the girlies…. what would Simon feel through the bond if the reader were to die 😚)
So glad you asked because it means I get to do some horror stuff. The short answer is Ghost's mark doesn't react the same way to human danger, it just pings Ghost to let him know there's trouble. The long answer is, the mark is stupid and will lash out at anything that is scaring MC, which sometimes includes Simon. Most of the time it just functions as an alarm system, but there's an adjustment period when Simon sort of has to train it on who it's ok to bite.
You've been followed since you got off the train. He's not even being stealthy about it. You make a turn, he turns, you stop, he stops, always a few steps behind you. No one else seems to notice or care. You look over your shoulder and see the same crewneck, the same beady eyes. His lips curve red into a smile when he knows you spot him. Your chest is tight, you try not to look at him. You thought you were past this, always looking over your shoulder isn't a good look. Then again neither is being dead. Better to be paranoid and alive.
It's getting dark. You don't live that far from the station, at least you didn't think you did. Maybe it's fear making the street feel longer, emptier. You pick up the pace, hearing the sentiment echoed behind you. The thud of footsteps getting progressively louder and closer, until you're forced to sprint. The effort is wasted immediately as you're grabbed and dragged into the nearest alley. Your chest squeezes with fear, your heart pounding in your ears as you're thrown against the brick wall. The buzz under your skin expands and contracts with your breaths, trying to do anything but calm you down. You think it might actually be driving your anxiety higher, towards a full blown panic, as the man grips your arms tight and grins down at you.
"Don't you know it's dangerous for little girls to wander alone at night?" He asks, he's close enough you can smell the alcohol on his breath. Your skin hurts where he touches you, bubbling with something you can't put a name to. The buzzing doesn't fit right, it slams against your ribs as you draw in shuddering breaths, there’s nothing for it to latch onto. You glance towards the mouth of the alley, the street was so empty, who would see you? This isn't right, he told you you'd be safe-
Something wet hits your face. The buzzing under your skin is reaching a fever, shaking you to your bones. You look up at the man, at the thick red and black mud falling from between his lips. He gives a wet cough. Your eyes drag to the black talons protruding from his chest, a hole punched through his ribs as if it were paper. The ribs themselves are warped outward and folded back away from the intrusion, more like wire than bone. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight, from the slick clawed hand dragging its way backwards through the viscera as you feel your buzzing start to move.
The silhouette that the collapse of your aggressor reveals is abyssal. Absorbing the shadows of the rest of the alley in a way you've never seen before. The air around it swirls with them. It's holding the man's heart in one clawed hand, tipping it's head back to swallow the organ whole. You are pretty sure you're having a panic attack. The abyss moves towards you like a ghost, and the buzz under your skin takes hold and forces you to MOVE.
The nose your fist collides with is startlingly human.
"You little bitch," Ghost snarls, making a grab for you as you sprint from the alley. Your feet slide against the sidewalk as you round the corner. The buzz under your skin rears back and strikes as his claws just miss you. "Not me you stupid-" he swears, you think he swears, you don't understand it but the buzz cowers.
You don't stop. Not even when you pass the door to your flat. You run because you can hear him running after you, can hear the scratch of his claws on brick and concrete as he tries to grab you. The gouges that he leaves in everything he touches, you don’t need to imagine what he could do to you, you saw it. You catch a glimpse of him as you turn a corner, his teeth are bared, his movements wild and animalistic.
His claws wrap around your throat, and you’re slammed into a wall for the second time tonight. He’s huge when he presses against your back, his chest expanding around his labored breathing in tandem with yours. You try to turn your head to look at him and he yanks your head back to stare at the stars. You both breathe, the night filled with the sound of your desperation. You swing your arm behind you to try and hit him, anything to make yourself more difficult prey. He catches your wrist easily and twists it behind your back, growling in your ear as he leans his weight on you.
“Not Me,” He tells you, it thrums through you like a universal truth, the buzz under your skin going warm and shivery, “You don't run from me. Not unless I tell you.” You nod, desperate to do something to ease your situation. “Good girl.”
His hand slides through your hair, fingers pressing to your forehead, and it all goes black.
You jolt awake shaking like a leaf. You press a hand to your mouth, choking down a sob. You’re terrified, it’s too dark in here, your skin feels like it’s been scrubbed raw, you feel like you’ve run a marathon. It must have been a nightmare, it must have been.
Simon turns on the light by the bed, woken up by your movements. “What’s wrong?” He asks, still half asleep. You shake your head, trying to get the shaking to stop. You feel like your body is trying to rip itself apart. Simon reaches a hand towards you and you jerk away, falling in a heap off the edge of the bed. You scurry away from him, you need distance, you need to get away from him. From the nightmare. Your back hits the wall as Simon stands.
“What did I say?” His eyes tear holes through you, you press against the wall trying to make yourself small as he stalks towards you, “Not. Me.”
#tw stalking#nonconsensual predator/prey dynamic#i guess???#Love's mark fucking BIT him#Fae!Ghost#being absolutely feral and scaring the hell out of Love#He'll tap her good so she forgets don't worry#do we all like the horror? Just me? Well that's fine I'm my own target audience#simon ghost x reader#reader x ghost#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#this is something that will likely get heavy updates in the actual fic#because I worry it is too vague#hmmmmm perhaps I should write some ghost perspective stuff
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Just shook by how good @birmit made Kyuusei look, and so grateful to @maxtartethepoptart for the wonderful gift. Thank you!
#I'm so fucking feral over this I can't believe it#kyuuart#birmit#kyuusei#world of warcraft#night elf#gifts
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was only going to have a little amuse-bouche of speirs being all What at dealing with people peopling but speirs gifs are v moreish
anyway here's two more i don't make the rules
#matthew settle#band of brothers#hbo war#too the way the whats rapidly increase in frequency post-victory#lieutenant WHATEVER#i'm mostly ok but that last bit makes me so fucking feral#literally holds up hope at gunpoint rather than accept that Grant's already dead#the grim reaper fighting tooth and nail to save your life#i mean the hand-patting too: also Good#sometimes i suspect i have a Type#dialogue posts#a short story#about what huh what#also names and hope
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i need izzy hands carnally
i am on my hands and knees sir
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All I've Wanted
Joel Miller x Female Reader
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Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, soft/dom Joel, semi-public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of vaginal fingering, slightly established relationship, some fluffies
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A/N: oh Jesus fucking Christ I just saw the trailer for “The Last of Us” and this is what came of it. Absolutely no regrets, I can’t fucking wait for this.
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It’s everything you can do not to disturb the peace, the quiet and calm air that you so rarely find yourself in. The dead of night; it’s pitch black outside, the color of uncertainty and fear. Inside is warm though, only because of him. Right now, you’re not frightened. Although you should always be on alert, you allow yourself this one single reprieve.
“You have to be quiet for me.” he mumbles to you, smoothing his hand over the back of your head with some force. He turns to the side, pressing his face against you, his thick baritone washing over your cheek. “We can’t wake Ellie.”
“I know.” you immediately whimper in return, clinging to him desperately. You nod. “I know.”
He’s holding you down, not at all letting you move. And although you’re reveling in this, you despise not being able to feel his skin, not being able to truly experience him. But hopes such as that aren’t realistic in this world, not anymore.
“Sh…” he coos to you, much kinder than before. Again, his hand pets at your hair, his nose nuzzling into you.
Small squeaks slip from your mouth here and there, little whimpers when you hear his occasional moans. He grunts beneath you, teeth digging into his lip to keep himself from getting any louder. And whenever your fingernails glide lightly over his neck, clutching the fabric of his collar tightly in your hands, you can feel him throb.
“Ngh,” you clench your teeth, feeling the pressure of him, the firm grind of his hips.
You’d been sleeping next to him, and have been for some time now. Ellie’s noticed, but she hasn’t asked. Joel even decided to kiss you in front of her today. She’s not some dumb kid, you’re sure she knows.
But tonight, this is the first night you’ve done this. He’s never pulled you onto him like this, never kissed you breathless before sliding himself inside. He’d been laying on his back, you on your side while cuddling into him. A few small kisses to his neck made him sigh, his hands daring to roam your covered body. Your small hip movements were hard to ignore, but he didn’t even try.
One of your hands curls around his neck, rising to card your fingers through his hair. And oh, he likes that, Joel really likes the feeling of that.
“Sweetheart,” comes his muffled grunt. His eyes pinch shut, fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck.”
For some reason, this is the position the two of you decided upon when you finally gave into each other. Well, decided upon isn’t necessarily the right way to put it. It was the first thing that happened when he pulled you on top of him.
“God, don’t call me that.” you murmur against him, mouth falling agape when you feel the harsh grind of his hips.
He grunts out a chuckle, something small but it makes you shiver. “Why not?”
Joel’s voice is so rich and thick, it made you want to listen to him for hours. It’s a shame he didn’t speak too often, at least, not as much as you’d like.
“You seem to like it every other time.”
“Baby,” you whine, sucking in a breath. “I love it.”
This makes him grin, that cocky half-smirk that makes your insides stir. You can’t see it though, your face is completely hidden beside him. And even if you did lift yourself enough to be just barely above him, still, you’d see only black. But you can feel him, can feel that glorious smile form right next to you.
It’s a shame really, the way he’s fucking you. It’s to keep everything as quiet as it can be, but still, you’d do anything to have more.
“Joel,” you whisper, tugging on his hair, your fingers scraping across his scalp. This makes him shove his head back, the tendons in his neck flexing, his veins protruding.
With a heavy sigh, you rest your body over his much sturdier one; he loves feeling your weight on him. His hands haven’t left your hips, his fingers lowering every so often to touch your flesh. You’d only been able to slip off your joggers before he got his hands on you, moving your panties to the side before plunging into you. But he isn’t thrusting up into you, and he isn’t pulling you down. He only gives you shallow ruts, grinding up into your pelvis while holding your body in place. He’s seated entirely inside of you, the stretch of him more than you thought you could bear. Joel hadn’t given you proper foreplay before deciding to fuck you, but you didn’t blame him; there wasn’t time for that.
“This is all I’ve wanted.” he mumbles against you, his scruff prickling your skin. But the sting of it goes away when he kisses your cheek sweetly. “For so long.”
“I know…” again, your fingers slide through his graying hair, the point of your nose moving along the column of his neck. “I’ve wanted you.”
“You have me,” his head turns to the side, shoulder lightly nudging you up from the curve of his neck. And when you lift yourself from him, you see nothing but darkness, but you feel every bit of him. Closing the tiniest of gaps, he leans forward, connecting your lips again. Both of your palms lift to either side of his face, allowing yourself to moan softly into him.
“If this is the only time we get,” he tells you breathlessly, “You have me.”
His words make you sad; this truly may be the only time you have. For months you’ve been traveling with them, both him and Ellie. Something about saving whoever you can. You were beyond grateful for that. Something Joel wasn’t interested in doing though, was pursuing any sort of intimacy. Not with you, not with anyone. He thought hell would freeze over before he received the luxury of being able to think about that. But you wiggled your way in, and without even trying to do so, too. He saw how you were, how sweet yet fiery you could be. You weren’t a burden he and Ellie were carrying along; oftentimes, you were the glue to your small team.
“Mm…”
“Fuck me.” through the blackness of night his eyes roll back, lids closing briefly.
He loves when you whine, when the little vibrations send waves through his body. He’s never heard you like this before, and it’s everything he’s fucking dreamed it would be. He thought maybe one day the two of you would be alone long enough for him to kiss you, touch you, maybe even slide a finger inside you. But having this be your first sexual encounter was more than he ever expected.
Every time you wiggle down against him, he bares his teeth, hissing quietly. He throbs intensely under the warm suction of your inner walls, his chest huffing out desperate breaths that are becoming harder and harder to suppress.
“If I can do this again,” he rasps out, feeling your forehead rest against his. “Will you let me, baby?”
It’s not that he’s seen you even semi-naked before, or seen you freshly dressed and done up. Since you met, all three of you have been covered in dirt and sweat, wearing the same clothes nearly every day. But he didn’t need to see you in anything pretty to know how beautiful you were. Your smile made his insides light up, brought him to the brink of feeling emotions he hasn’t let himself feel in some time. You made him happy; not many people do. And for you, you liked his instincts, his natural ability and want to protect. He was willing to do anything for the ones that he loved. And now, you suppose that includes you.
“Yes baby,” it almost comes out as a hiss, a passionate gasp you try to muffle with his chest. Your head falls down, resting on the firmness of his upper torso, in turn shoving yourself down against him. “Of course, yes.”
“Please baby,” he suddenly huffs out, eyelids forcing shut once again. “Please be quiet for me.”
“I can’t help it,” you stifle your cry with the fabric on his chest, pressing your face into the warm fleece.
“Where do you want me?”
“Hm?” your brows are furrowed, teeth digging harshly into your bottom lip.
“I can’t cum inside you.” he shakes his head briefly, allowing his hips to jut up against you.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask me that.” he spits out in response. “You know why.” You can barely take care of yourselves right now; why would you ever want to bring a child here?
“Baby, I -”
“Tell me.” Joel cuts you off, the pulsation rocking through his erection fully taking over him. “Tell me right now.”
“Just pull out, baby,” your hand slides down slightly, fingers rubbing his coarse stubble.
“You want it on your ass?” he asks, raising a brow although you can’t see.
“Yes,” is all you manage to get out before his hands leave, fingertips curling around your underwear and pulling.
“Baby,”
“I told you to be quiet for me.” he hurries out in response, feeling the fabric fall to the side once he’s ripped it off.
When his hands return to your hips he audibly groans, retaliating against his own command. He can feel your skin now, can feel so much of your skin now. Those large, roughly calloused hands fall to your ass, gripping you harshly as he allows himself a few choice, powerful thrusts. Against his better wishes, he pushes you further up on his chest, dropping a hand to grip himself in hand once he pulls out.
“Fuck!” it’s gritted out through his teeth, his lips curling as he releases.
Rapidly, he fucks his hand, feeling the hot rush of it leave him in spurts. And you cling to him tightly, feeling the sticky wetness of it wash your skin. The mere sensation of it hitting your backside makes you shake in his arms, his stuttered breaths hitting your cheek as he turns to press his lips to you. You hold his head while he does it, pressing his mouth to your jaw firmly while combing through his hair again.
“Joel,” you whimper, turning to meet his lips. They’re plush, even through the chapped texture the winter weather has made them.
“Hush, baby.” he returns, cooing softly to you.
When his breaths begin to steady, he speaks again. “I’ll find you a new pair,” swallowing thickly, he ends his sentence with, “I promise.”
Slowly, guilt fills his insides. Clothing is hard to come by. But he’ll search for it for you, he’ll always do his best to make things better for you.
“Okay, baby.” you nod, a small smile now pulling at your lips.
“Please don’t let me go.” it’s sudden, you didn’t expect to say that.
Even though it surprises him too, he responds wholeheartedly with, “I won’t, honey. I’m here.”
“Promise me?”
“Of course.” he says it firmly. He wouldn't lie to you, not about that.
Neither of you can deny that the intimacy in your relationship has grown tenfold; and although this isn’t what you originally desired, it’s all that fills your heads now. You’re important to him, there isn't anything in this world powerful enough to change that.
Thank you for reading <3
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(Ahdhsj I'm sorry if this design is inaccurate to your vision I tried to follow the description as best as i could 😭)
I couldn't resist doodling my beloved malewife, Liu 💖
Screaming, clawing at the walls- when I first saw this I was half asleep and thought I was dreaming because holy shit you got them perfectly and they're so beautiful and ahhhh. Thank you so so much for drawing them 🩶❤️🩶
#yandere#Fanart#Liu my oc#Liu specifically was designed as my dream girl/guy so I'm going fucking feral#Grey haired characters are just cute as hell for some reason
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