#and there's a good chance making my body stronger will fucking help with that??
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thinking about joining a local jiu jitsu class.... i'm SO not athletic and have always had a pretty negative relationship with sports, ambivalent at best, but i WANT TO feel good in my body and maybe even learn how to use it a little better? maybe even get a little stronger?
there's a free "see if it's for you" class i can do tomorrow and the guy was super nice.... so maybe. just maybe an autistic fat queer like myself can go out in the world and get a hobby that involves moving my body. maybe
#i'm excited in the way that comes with things i never follow through on#because fuck what if i don't like it? what if it's hard to integrate into my limited routine even if i do? so i never ever try#but it's a new year and i'm going to be fucking 30 in a month...... and i'm BORED#i'm BORED AS HELL with my life right now!!!#i want to get out and DO THINGS but how the hell do i find things? where do i go? what do i do?#i'm walking distance from this gym (and the bros i've seen leaving are always super nice)#which is a major factor in accessibility for me - i never go to gyms i have to drive to#and it's kinda expensive but.... i can afford it??#i'd been doing electrolysis for months last year and THAT was definitely more per month than this and i always made ends meet anyway#and i'll have my new HSA for the year that can pay for the first few sessions when i pick back up with it in march#fuck#i'm just so tired of not having enough energy to do the things i want#and there's a good chance making my body stronger will fucking help with that??#and if these people are even halfway nice enough and i can get in the groove of a routine.... well. maybe i CAN make a change#fucking hell#i need to remind myself a lot that a big part of unmasking and being authentically me is choosing to live and act by my values#and i VALUE being brave and trying new things- not bc i'm forced to. and now that i'm an adult i'll be allowed to quit if i don't like it#my parents aren't forcing me into this. and i'm old enough to make my own choices and stop running from things that remind me of theirs#my strategy has always been Avoid Things My Parents Would've Made Me Do but they're not fucking here?? and trying a physical activity isn't#saying that they were right to push me like that as a kid. i'm old enough to try it on my own terms now.#and that it's a sport doesn't mean its to punish me for having the body and mind that i have. NO it's to grow them.#and i can try and maybe even enjoy and keep with this new thing and not have it become a jail sentence for daring to express interest in it#i can try something else if i don't like it (not a jail sentence) and i can stick with it if i DO like it (also not a jail sentence!!!)#this is not basketball-softball-swimming-gymnastics-band-choir—all of the things i was curious to try as a kid and was forced to keep at#for years as 'punishment' for having expressed curiousity and then finding out it wasn't for me#(and SO much of it wasn't for me bc i was treated exactly the same as i was everywhere else as a kid: shamed and ignored!#NEVER welcomed and taught!!!) well it's DIFFERENT NOW. bc i'm fucking almost 30 DAMMIT#and i'm not in that shithole town anymore where every single person had a chip on their shoulder. like. there's something WRONG in that town#real people are so much nicer.#narrating my life
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hiii this is for the 2k event, i wanted to ask if u write hybrid!au cause yeonjun dressing up as nick wilde has got me feeling a little delusional. if u don’t completely ignore this but if u do, can i request fox yj and maybe bunny reader?
[2K Masterlist]
"Yeonjun is adamant that you’re a pretty, porcelain doll. You’re more than ready to shatter that idea and show him that you’re stronger than he thinks."
fox hybrid! yeonjun x bunny hybrid! reader // wc: 1.9K // genre: hybrid au, pwp. this is just straight filth im sorry. MDNI.
warnings dom!yeonjun, sub!mc, somnophilia (consensual), oral (f rec.) pet names (bunny, good girl), degrading, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, kitchen sex, manhandling, dacryphilia, begging, scratching, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, aftercare kinda, girl idk i literally just dissociated when i wrote this i forget how exhausting this all is!!
Notes: the healthcare system is fucked even in fanfiction, you can’t escape.
Every decision you’ve made throughout your relationship with Yeonjun has led to where you are now:
Face down, ass up, tears in your eyes and words muddled through the drool that spills through your lips.
You’ve told him countless times that you’re not fragile; that the sweet, docile image he has of bunny hybrids is nothing but a sham, and that you can take anything he offers with a confident stride— and though he simply laughed in endearment and shook his head at your claims, you insisted. You insisted throughout all the sugary sweet times he made love to you, during all the moments where you felt his hands hesitate to hold you, as though he was afraid that putting pressure on your body would be enough to make you shatter.
The words were tiring to both his and your ears at some point: the petulant whines asking for more, your pathetic attempts to try and take control and change the pace entirely— Yeonjun’s sharp, narrowed eyes that flickered at you in warning was the harshest thing you received from him— but judging by the shivers that flowed down your spine like water, your fluffy tail twitching in attention, you knew that your body only craved for more and your brain wouldn’t settle down until you got your way.
You could say that he warned you. He really did, technically, sitting you down for a serious talk about something you two never really discussed in detail. You watched with wide, slightly confused eyes as he explained to you that his heat was approaching, and that you definitely shouldn’t be around for it— when you perked up to interrupt, he merely shook his head to shut you down and continue his explanation.
“I usually take medication, but my insurance no longer covers my usual prescription.” he told you, his ginger ears twitching in annoyance from the mere memory, “I’m taking a leave from work for it, and… I want to spend this time alone.”
“It gets intense… I don’t want to hurt you.”
A bruised ego and terribly confrontational personality was truly a god awful combination. Though you suppose it helped you for the better, considering that after a good argument with your ever-so loving and doting boyfriend, he finally gave up.
You can remember the sight so vividly; his ruffled hair, the fluffy tail that whipped from side to side as he finally slumped back against the couch, out of breath and exhausted— his ears pinned against his head in defeat the moment he took a good look at you, in all your still fired up and energetic glory.
He knew it was a losing battle the moment you cocked a challenging brow at him, as though begging for him to continue.
The word okay has never sounded better from your boyfriend's mouth.
••••
That all leads you back to today. It’s been— oh, you really can’t remember. A day? Maybe two? You don’t think it matters at this point, since the only thing that fills your mind now is the feeling of being full, stuffed, and warm.
Yeonjun gave you a chance to back out the second he opened the door for you. He spoke to you calmly, softly, nervously, watching you hop around his living room and throw your overnight bag on his couch, overjoyed to be taking such a monumental step forward in your relationship. You dismissed every slow, anxious sway of his tail as you ate dinner together, listening intently as he told you about how he’s gotten with his previous partners.
It was too much for many of them. He gets aggressive. He gets insanely needy, it goes on for hours, even throughout the night.
You prayed that he didn’t notice the pathetic clench of your thighs and slight arousal as he told you about his details, nodding sweetly when he asked if you were okay with doing the things he mentioned.
You established a safeword, coddled him the moment you noticed his temperature beginning to rise, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead as you murmured your goodnights.
About six hours passed when you first felt it; you’ve always been a light sleeper, so you were doomed the second your sensitive ears picked up on the sound of restless rustling behind you. You tried your best to ignore it, your drowsy mind eager to go back to sleep, but the white noise of sheets moving around was quickly accompanied by something else— breathy, desperate gasps.
“Bunny…” Yeonjun’s raspy whine was enough to have your ear twitching slightly; more rustling, and suddenly, a scorching heat hovers behind you. “Bunny, need… need you s’bad…”
His hands are heavy on your skin, almost scorching with the way he restlessly makes his way up your shirt, groping at your tits before they slide down your stomach, feeling you up all the way down before they stop at your thighs— without warning, he presses flat against you, a hand snaking beneath your body to wrap around your stomach and pull you flush into him. He was so hard, so needy that the very feeling of your soft ass pressing against him was enough to rip out a broken sob from him.
“Let me fuck you,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, words that slurred together showing that he was also half-awake, probably not too aware of his actions and the way he rutted into you helplessly, “C’mon bunny, lemme use you.”
Your ass that pressed back into him and the sleepy whine that left you was enough for him.
You can only remember drifting in and out of consciousness that night; the sloppy, wet sounds of skin against skin and desperate grunts was nothing but white noise to you at that point— Yeonjun was glued to you for hours on end, fat cock thrusting harshly into your poor, abused cunt, filled with so much cum that it could only smear onto your inner thighs and his balls, leaving a mess you wouldn’t be able to clean anytime soon.
When you woke up, you were on your back— your pussy was sore and a whine bubbled up uncontrollably from your throat, hips canting up and against Yeonjun’s face— your hands were shaky as you fisted the sheets, tears pricking your eyes as you listened to Yeonjun’s sweet nothings against your skin, leaving bites and kisses against your thighs as he promised you that he’d be quick, that he just needed to eat your sweet cunt— you’d get cleaned up nicely after.
Yeonjun was a liar, of course— because none of his sweet promises included his burning desire to fuck you after you came, cleaning you up only to push his cock back in and fuck you right into the mattress; legs pressed against your stomach, wails leaving you as he plunged into you with abandon, frantic hands scratching down his back as you cried from the overstimulation— it only ended with him pressing deeply into you and emptying yet another load into your tired cunt.
The semblance of normalcy that followed after didn’t last very long, either— yeah, getting carried to the shower and having him clean you up and scrub you down was nice, and sitting at the counter as you watched him make a quick breakfast was nice too, a heartwarming glimpse into a domestic future with him— but you were only able to get halfway through your meal before Yeonjun decided that he’d much rather bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there instead— moaning wantonly as he watched your trembling legs fail to keep up, buckling under his pace and forcing him to hold you up with his insane strength— and just when you thought he was getting tired, he simply flipped you on your back and laid you on the counter instead; he always did think you looked really pretty when you were totally fucked out, anyway.
Maybe that’s when hours started blending together— he was sweet and caring when he needed to be, cleaning you up with a feather-like touch and kisses that warmed your heart— only to give you the whiplash of the century when his pupils dilated and the only thing he honed in on was you.
You. You you you.
His ears would press against his head and his tail would flicker dangerously, narrowed, focused eyes meeting your bleary ones with ease; you could only sit there and let him maneuver you however he liked, shivering and falling limp with each time he’d slide his cock into you, as though you finally felt complete.
You looked so breathtaking to him— under him, over him, whatever position he suddenly found himself needing you in— teary eyes and swollen lips calling his name like a mantra, a prayer, a plea for him to use your body until he got his fill.
There was something so addicting about the way you trembled from the overstimulation, sobbing and writhing yet never saying your safe word. It had Yeonjun fascinated, the guilty part of his mind berating him for trying to see how far he could take things— yet, no matter what he did or what he said, you only seemed to beg for more, like you’d been waiting for this moment for ages.
“Take it, T-take it like a good toy,” Yeonjun hissed, fingers digging into your hips as his cock battered into you ruthlessly. You merely cried and moaned, cotton tail wiggling with every drag against your walls, the soft fur coated with dried cum, “said you could handle it, right? Stupid fucking bunny— nothing but a cumdump for me, hmm?”
Your squeals and chants of yes! Yes yes yes! only spur Yeonjun on even more— his body feels as though it’s on fire, bright hair sticking to his sweaty skin as he merely pushes himself further— you can practically feel his back hover over your own, able to tell that he’s close from his faltering pace and shaky breaths that fan across your skin.
“Want me to breed you?” he asks, though there’s no need to ask anymore if the previous loads he’s dumped into you are any indication of your answer. Yet he still does, almost like instinct; it’s much more satisfying to hear you beg for it, anyway.
And you do— your begging is so cute, how could he ever resist? Yeonjun’s nails might break your skin with how tightly he’s holding you, teeth digging into his pouty lip as he pumps himself into you, once, twice, then empties out everything he has to offer— your back arches and your hips move back to try and glue yourself to him, crying out his name in satisfaction as he fills you for the nth time of the night.
The way you keen out, the sight of your ears that are pinned to your head along with your tail that shivers with satisfaction is like drugs to him; he’s hopelessly addicted to you, to all of you, from your stuffed cunt that continues to suck him in to your soft voice that whimpers out at every sensation you offer him.
Such a good girl, Yeonjun thinks to himself, butterfly kisses spanning along your sweaty skin, your barely conscious form curling into him for more, how did he get so lucky?
Even after he’s given you a moment to rest, laying down with you on top of him, you still cling onto him, sighing in content as you allow him to cockwarm you, already bracing yourself for the moment he feels himself needing you again. And as you both drift into a much needed nap, Yeonjun can only find himself thinking one thing.
Thank god for you and your argumentative nature.
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stevie doesn't know
warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), use of petnames, cheating, phone sex (kinda), slight use of "daddy", choking, multiple orgasms, protective eddie with his fuck buddy
pairing: eddie munson x female (afab) reader
summary: your boyfriend steve cheats on you all the time. your vengeance comes in the form of eddie, who you're secretly hooking up with. when the phone rings during one of your sneaky sessions, a three-way call might be the way stevie finally finds out...[6.8k]
—inspired by "scotty doesn't know" by lustra—
a/n: i had this idea while listening to this song and HAD to write it. this is one of my first times writing smut, i'm still practicing! enjoy ♡
Your boyfriend Steve couldn't help but be a douche sometimes. Most times, actually.
You should have known dating Hawkins' most infamous ladies man might be problematic before you even started. His stupidly perfect hair and ability to smooth talk made you believe he might be different with you.
The first time you caught him with another girl, you didn't want to believe it. And because you were naïve and try to see the best in people, you stayed with him.
Unfortunately for you, there was a next girl. And another. And then another one after that. The cheating reached a point where you almost expected it to happen and even grew apathetic to it.
You stayed with Steve out of fear of being alone, and because that's all you knew how to do. That was until you became acquainted with the notoriously odd and intimidating Eddie Munson.
It started one night when you were buying weed from him. He'd told you to come by the trailer he lives in, claiming that he kept his "good stuff" there. You were surprised to find out how funny and kind the older male was.
He was a total flirt, making you smile and laugh in ways that King Steve never even came close to. That's how smoking a joint with him turned into the best sex you ever had, each having an earth-shattering orgasm on his stained mattress.
That one-time thing turned into a routine, squeezing in a quickie any chance you got. His place, yours, his van in the school parking lot, under the bleachers...
You and Eddie were addicted to each other, drawn together like magnets. The connection only got stronger the more time you spent together. He made you feel more than just physical pleasure...he made you comfortable.
After a shitty day, you went by the tattooed male's place hoping to forget your troubles. You ended up crying in his arms and telling him about everything on your mind. Eddie cared, he really cared about you.
That's why his blood was boiling when you told him about Steve. He could never believe that the douchey brunette got to have you, the coolest girl in town; hearing how he was treating you made him want to "rearrange Steve's face".
Slowly, you became more than just fuck buddies. It was a complicated situation, especially with how passionate the sex got at some points. Fingers laced together, longing gazes into each other's eyes, tender kisses, and sweet nothings.
You felt guilty for cheating on Steve even though he had been doing worse to you for about a year. Eddie encouraged you, never letting you feel bad about it. And how could you argue when he was inches deep inside you, calling you pretty and making you feel amazing?
He was doing exactly that now, thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt as he knelt behind you. Your upper body was limp against the bed, back arching as Eddie held your hips up. He gave your ass a firm smack, watching the recoil with a groan.
"Mmn, fuck, Eds," you moaned, face down in your pillows. The laud only spurred him on, encouraged him to pull you back against his fat cock.
"Yeah? You love being fucked like this, baby?" he grunted deep from his chest. The pet name made your walls clench around him like they always do. It drives Eddie crazy.
The slapping of your skin together halts when he pulls your ass flush with his hips, making the bulging tip of his dick push the soft spot inside you. You whimpered and reached back, searching for somewhere to hold on. Your sweaty hand found Eddie's forearm and you squeezed it firmly when he started gyrating.
The rolling motion he's making with his hips allowed him to fuck you insanely deep without ever leaving your pussy. His ringed hand slid down beneath you to your clit, three calloused fingers working it perfectly as he's done thousands of times.
"Oh my god," you pant, feeling a warmth tingle in your lower abdomen. "'M gonna cum. P-please, please."
The sound of you begging even though Eddie always gives you what you want made him chuckle darkly. He pulled out his dick merely a couple of inches, looking down at where you were swallowing him in. A creamy ring surrounded the base of his length, a sight that made him twitch as he pushed all the way back in to continue his motion.
Just as your whining picked up and you were about to cum, your phone rang loudly on the bedside table. Eddie's hand on your clit stopped and he slowed his thrusts as you groaned, annoyed.
"Does that asshole have to ruin everything for me?!" you bitched, already knowing it was your shitty boyfriend. You pushed your ass back, hoping to fuck yourself on Eddie although your climax was already ruined by the shrill ringing. "He can wait."
The curly-haired boy watched the part of your face he could see, laying against the pillow with reddened cheeks. He read the frustration on your face and bent down to kiss your shoulder blade. His hand slithered up your body, pinching at your hardened nipple.
He hummed a pleased noise when you clamped down around his length. When he was about to start back up, the phone sounded again.
"Oh my fucking god," you hissed, reaching to unplug it from the wall.
Eddie took hold of your bicep, stopping you. When you looked back, the expression on his face was one of deviance. He smirked from beneath his dark, fringed bangs and your heart sank.
"Answer it."
"What?" You couldn't believe what he'd said.
"Pick up the phone," he began, and his voice took on a devilish tone. "Have a conversation with your boyfriend."
"That's it?" you questioned. "No catch."
"Only one. I want you to be quiet. Don't give it away."
"Give wha-" Your words were snatched away when Eddie pulled his dick out with a wet schlick, plunging two fingers in as the replacement.
A high-pitched scream tore through your throat as he began to fuck you filthily with his digits. They weren't as thick as his cock, but the ferocity of his movements made you require a moment to recover.
"Pick up the phone and talk, sweetheart," he spoke with a steady voice, a talent of his you were consistently amazed by. He brought his face down to kiss the plush area around your ass and hips. When you didn't grab the telephone fast enough for his liking, he brought his teeth down on the skin.
You squealed, biting your lip and regaining your composure as you lifted the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" You swallowed thickly, hearing your heartbeat thundering in your ears.
"Hey, babe. Sorry I forgot to call yesterday." You rolled your eyes at Steve's lie. "What are you up to?"
"Me? Oh, nothing much, just-"
Eddie began to scissor his fingers inside you. His lips pressed to the unoccupied area of your slick sex, lapping up the juices as quietly as he could. Your free hand slammed onto the mattress on its own accord, grabbing a handful of the floral sheets for purchase.
"Talk, baby," Eddie breathed against your core. He licked a stripe up your fold and blew on it before introducing a third finger in your swollen hole. You pulled the phone away temporarily to whine.
"Just watching some TV and working on homework," you lied, letting the words out a little too quickly.
"Oh, that sounds fun." Steve's totally not listening to you. "I saw that 'Risky Business' is playing at the drive-in this weekend."
"Cool. That's the one with Tom Cruise?"
Eddie chuckled when you squirm as he removed his fingers, creating a sinful noise. He saw the way your thighs were shaking and pushed your hips down to level you flat on the bed. He hovered over you, caging you beneath him as he moved his face to where you could see him.
You met his eyes that were hooded with a teasing hunger you can't stand. He sucked on the fingers that were just inside you, cleaning your slick off as he moaned quietly enough that Steve didn't hear.
"Yeah, that one," Steve's voice sounded, though it's impossible to focus on anything but Eddie.
"I was thinking we could go see it. It'd be like old times."
As Steve started to detail the date, Eddie crawled back down to part your legs with his large hands. You brought your hand from the sheets to your mouth, covering it as his plump lips start to kiss their way up the insides of your thighs.
"We could park in the back, bring some booze..." Steve's voice rambled on as Eddie's lips finally connect where you want him most.
He began to eat you out from behind, sucking and swirling his tongue in combinations that had you grinding yourself on the mattress, desperate for some more friction. Your mind went blank when he flattened his long tongue on your clit.
"Are you listening to me?" Steve snapped.
"Y-yes. I'm listening," you struggled to respond back. "Go ahead."
Hearing this makes Eddie laugh, vibrating against your dripping cunt. The sensation shot you closer to your orgasm and he could tell from the way your hole gaped around nothing.
"Pretty pussy," he spoke against it, though you can barely hear him. "Needy for her daddy, huh? So naughty. Gonna cum on my tongue while she talks to her boyfriend."
You caught the last part and made a fist, biting down as Eddie prodded his long tongue into your slit. And because he's greedy and wants to taste your orgasm, his thumb skillfully circled your clit.
"No one can see us so we don't really need to watch the movie..." Steve chuckled and you would surely roll your eyes if they weren't already back in your skull from Eddie's ruthless assault on your pussy.
"Sounds like you just wanna get in my pants, Stevie," you shot back, voice steadier than it had been because he was really bothering you. This made Eddie growl an animalistic sound.
He knows he shouldn't be jealous, but he is. Especially now when he's buried in your cunt, the one you've told him he owns so many times before. He knows Steve can't make you feel half as good as he does, can't fuck you the way he does, can't love you the way he does.
With a final slurping sound, he abandoned the idea of pulling an orgasm out with his mouth. He lost all self-control; he needed to be as deep as you can take him rightfuckingnow. You barely had time to register the fact that he stopped licking you before he roughly tugged your ass back up in the air.
"I didn't mean it like that, I just...We haven't gone past second base in forever." Steve's ridiculous words were drowned out when Eddie slammed back into your pussy.
It welcomed him, wet and stretched out from everything he'd given you so far. He faced hardly any resistance stuffing his generous length all the way to the end of you. The backs of your thighs smack his pelvis as he started to drill into you with an unforgiving pace.
You screamed, loud and high-pitched into the receiver. Your upper body sank and you attempted to hold yourself up on your elbows. This only added to the pleasure as your blushed nipples rubbed the cotton sheets, tits bouncing with every thrust.
"Babe? What was that?" Steve stopped mid-sentence to question you.
It was a challenge trying to straighten out your thoughts when you could feel Eddie in your throat. He's hitting such a delicious angle, one that prods the spongey end of you so forcefully it's teetering on the edge of pain.
"N-no..." you stuttered, holding out the vowel as you fail to soothe your boyfriend's suspicion. "Nothing. Something f-fell off the shelf and scared me."
The words came out rushed, all weaved together in one single breath. Each time the metalhead thrust in and out, he stole away your oxygen. His large, rough hands squeezed onto the fat of your thighs to pull you against him. His thick cock was splitting you apart, emptying and filling you to bust at the seams at a frantic speed.
A dark chuckle spilled from the plump lips of the male behind you and he could still taste you on his tongue. The realization made him groan, dropping his head back as sweaty tendrils of cocoa hair tickled the backs of his shoulders.
Without warning, he slowed suddenly. You were about to whine at him before Steve's droning voice on the phone reminded you of the secrecy you were beginning to fail at maintaining.
The metal of Eddie's rings bit your skin when he squeezed firmly on your left hip. This was one of his signals for when he wanted to switch positions or have you take over.
He was able to guide you without words, your heated body pliant beneath his dominant touch. His cock never left your pulsating core as he relaxed his position back, kneeling on the mattress.
Your legs bent around his as you sat back against his lap. His chest pressed flush against the curve of your spine as you wriggled, adjusting your seating. The position would allow you to reverse ride him using the strength of your thighs.
The curled cord of the phone was stretched out to reach where you were. The douchey brunette on the other line was telling a story about some party he and Tommy had gone to, laughing at his own words as he recalled the memory and tried to omit the parts about him hooking up with other girls.
Eddie's one hand settled against your hip while the other smoothed its way up your side. It started at the soft pooch of your tummy, up to your heavy tits to tweak the hardened peaks, and finally to a gentle grip on your neck. His long fingertips reached up to tilt your chin forward as he clamped around the thundering veins near your throat.
As you breathed a strangled gasp under his touch, he forced you to look up where the reflection of you two stared back in the mirror atop your dresser. The sight of his hand of rings wrapped around your neck as you were seated on his cock made you moan, a noise that was cut short by the pressure from his choking.
You weren't sure who looked more fucked out, you or him. Usually, Eddie was great at keeping his composure, but the look he had in his eyes when you met them in the mirror was...feral. Rabid, exhausted, lustful, on the brink of losing it.
He took in the sinful sight of you. The way your head was hanging limply on his shoulder, drool glistening at the corner of your lips from the aggressive pounding you'd just taken. Your grip on the telephone was weak, leaving it to slide low on your neck as your sweaty hand could barely stay up.
"Come on, pretty," he rasped hotly in your ear. "Take what you need from me."
With a breath in for preparation, you lifted yourself up slowly. As you hollowed out, your cunt drooled down every inch of him and onto his balls, heavy and wound tight with his impending release. You cried out when you dropped your ass back down, spearing his bulging tip into your guts.
You began a steady pace, bouncing yourself on his dick and swallowing the whimpers that came when he stretched your hole continually. Eddie thrust his hips upward to meet your movement. This only wedged him deeper into your sex, nudging your uterus and launching you toward climax.
Steve was ranting about how much he loved having a pretty girlfriend and that he'd make it up to you for how busy he's been lately. You pulled the phone away, clamping a hand over the lower speaker as you switched to gyrating your hips in circular motions.
"F-fuck, Eddie. So good, so, so..." you babbled.
His rugged hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the pornographic noises you were making. On your neck, his hot mouth sucked and nipped.
"Gotta stay quiet, sweets. Pick up the phone and keep talking," he ordered.
"But, da-"
"Don't be a brat," he barked. A particularly sharp thrust upward punched the air from your lungs. "Don't you wanna be good for me? Want me to let you cum?"
You nodded with such vigor Eddie thought it must've hurt your neck. He removed his hand from your mouth and smacked a wet kiss onto your temple.
"That's my girl."
Your cunt fluttered around him, giving you away. You loved how possessive he could get and he knew it. Maybe it was because he cared and wanted you to be his...that was more than your actual boyfriend ever did.
Taking a deep breath in, you brought the phone back up to your ear to find Steve finishing up his ridiculous ramble.
"How are you gonna make it up to me, big boy?" you uttered, exerting all your effort to sound natural.
The tattooed male grunted beneath you and encased both your hips with his large hands. He used his strength to lift you up and drop you back down on his fat cock. It was a challenge keeping the sound of slapping skin to a minimum, especially when his brain was this fuzzy.
His dark eyes kept darting between the mirror and his lap. One allowed him to watch himself pumping in and out, your cunt stretched wide around his girth and soaking down to the coiled tufts of hair at his base. Your ass jiggled each time and the skin reddened from the roughness.
The mirror was his favorite view: you, coming undone from how incredible he was making you feel. Your body was littered with love bites, places he'd nipped at for hours that evening. The sight of your breasts, full and flushed as they swayed with the motions, was making him lose it.
When he ever looked at your pretty face, Eddie had to tighten the muscles of his abdomen to hold off his orgasm.
Your head was lolled back into the crook of his shoulder. Sweat-damp wisps of hair were glued to the sides of your pink cheeks. Your eyebrows were knit together, creased in the middle as you worked to stay quiet. Saliva glistened where it trailed down from your swollen lips, stuck open with small breathy pants.
He needed to make you cum now because it was growing impossible for him not to.
Steve was spewing some bullshit about flowers and taking you to Enzo's for dinner. You nearly laughed thinking about how the last time he did that, he flirted with the waitress and ogled at her ass right in front of you. It blended into white noise when Eddie increased his efforts.
He leaned back slightly, the sticky skin of his chest leaving your back to allow a needed swath of cool air. Two calloused fingertips pressed to your sensitive nub and begin to play you like his most prized guitar. That alone was pushing your stimulation to the brink of exploding, but he wasn't done yet.
The lanky male returned to thrusting upward into you again with more fervor this time. Rather than just stroke straight up, he used his hips to direct himself in different directions, at multiple angles.
His massive cock pioneered its way into places you'd never felt him before. You could feel the thundering of his veins as he stretched out new channels in your pussy.
"H-hmn," you bit down on moans. "Mmn, hngh."
It didn't take much more for you to lose yourself. The band in your stomach that had been pulled taught since before the phone even rang finally snapped. A pathetic whine rose from your chest as your body quivered, seizing up and then falling limp.
"Oh, fuck," Eddie spat, about to come undone himself. His throat choked up as he continued to ram upward, quickly chasing his own orgasm as you became a rag-doll in his lap.
Your juices trickled down his skin as he pumped into you a few more times. His whimpering blended with your heavy-breathed panting as he came deep inside your cunt.
The sound of his ragged moans and sharp cussing was almost inaudible over the ringing in your ears. When you came back down to earth, he'd already recovered from his climax.
"Shh-shh," Eddie soothed. Your slit throbbed as the milky mess you two made warmed where you remain connected. He pulled your back flush to his inked chest. "Took me so well, honey. I've got you."
The bad boy being that sweet to you though he fucked you so ruthlessly made you melt into his touch. Your eyes drooped and a single tear streamed down. The sensation inside your chest was red-hot, passionate; deeper than something you should be feeling for your fuck buddy...
Coming had caused such a blackout in your mind that you didn't register Steve speaking to you until he shouted through the phone.
"Hello?! Did you hear what I said?"
"S-sorry." You struggled to hide the exhaustion in your voice. "What?"
"What the hell was that noise? Are you watching porn or something?" he pushed, clearly irritated.
You weren't sure what to say...he had definitely heard your keening as you came, probably Eddie too. Would he be dumb enough to believe a lie?
"It's just the TV. Some overdone sex scene, I dunno," you responded.
Eddie wrapped his strong arms around you to help you relax against him, giving your worn-out body a rest. Your abused cunt fluttered upon feeling his warm release spilling out around his softened length.
"Oh. Okay. Well, turn it down," Steve requested. Wow, he is dumb enough to believe it.
Miraculously, your boyfriend went right back to blabbering. He loved to talk when it was about himself; he switched to the topic of how his dad was forcing him to get a job at the mall for not getting into college.
You almost felt bad since he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. He always dumps it on you, and you let him no matter how shitty he is to you.
Your mind doesn't have time to wander that way as the metalhead picked you up, pulling out and admiring the mess you made. The hollow feeling as your gaping hole clenched on nothing made you wince.
Eddie's soft hands laid you down with your back on the mattress. It felt nice to be horizontal again, able to let yourself settle in with limbs that felt like Jell-O. You rolled your head to the left, trapping the phone between your ear and shoulder so you didn't have to hold it up anymore.
With heavy eyelids, you glanced up at where the long-haired boy was. He was standing at the foot of the bed, taking a long drag of the cigarette he'd abandoned in the bedside ashtray. You two held gazes as he blew out a grey cloud.
"Want some?" he mouthed to you. You nodded, eyes blown open with luster. The springs of the mattress creaked beneath his weight as he leaned on a knee, outstretching his tattooed arm.
"What about The Gap? Or Herman's Sporting Goods?" you suggested to Steve's need for a job.
After the words left you, Eddie held the filtered end up to your lips. You laid a gentle hand on his forearm and swept the pad of your thumb over the freckled skin. The deep inhale of tobacco was a welcome indulgence after the body-shaking orgasm you had.
The sight of you was trouble, however.
Eddie could feel the blood rushing back to his crotch again already. As he backed up, you caught sight of his cock, red and hardening. His sex drive never failed to impress you; that's why most times you left his place being unable to walk.
He couldn't handle it. How beautiful and fucked-out you looked laying there. Your body, every curve and dip, was glimmering with a sheen of sex. His marks were all over you: from hickeys to bruising indents of his rings, to his cum dribbling out of your sweet center.
His heart was throbbing, perhaps even more painfully than his dick was.
It stood upright against his toned stomach as his gaze dragged across you. The Harrington boy recounted his failures of the jobs he'd already applied for while you twisted the rubber-coated cord around your finger.
The image of the older male needy for you again had you rubbing your bare thighs together. He was undeniably the most attractive guy you'd ever seen. Never before had you had this level of sexual chemistry and spark with someone. It's like he unlocked something in you, took away your fears, and maximized your pleasure in all things.
"Jesus," he muttered.
You two moved in sync, your hand traveling up your own body as he brought an uneasy hand down to palm himself. His tip glistened with pearlescent pre-cum when your red-painted fingernails cupped your breast. You squeezed down just enough for the fat to spill between your knuckles, putting on a show.
Apparently, your stamina had built up since being involved with Eddie. You beckoned him closer with a curling pointer finger.
"Need you," you let the words ghost out. And because he would do anything you say, the boy crawled atop you so his frizzed curls hung down around your face.
You gripped the midsection of the phone to secure Steve's increasingly-irritating voice against your ear. The lower speaker pressed into your shoulder, hopefully an effective agent for muffling noise.
Two of your nimble fingers hooked around Eddie's dangling necklace to pull him down. His mouth was gentle on yours, a newfound softness to ease back in. It was a nice break from the rushed heat of the past hours and still turned you on an immense amount.
There wasn't much foreplay this time. Eddie's diamond-hard cock sank inside you easily as you made out lazily. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your puffy cunt, a pathetic sound that he swallowed as you passed it onto his skillful tongue.
"Do you think Coach would be one of my references?" Steve's questioning intonation snagged your attention before it got too foggy. You hummed against Eddie's lips and your unspoken language got him to pull away.
"Mm, maybe...who else do you have?" you mumbled. As you turned your head to the receiver, the long-haired male kissed your cheek and temple. He then nuzzled his face into your neck.
It was a momentary break for him, pausing to breathe in your scent and become intoxicated with you. It was something he did when he was feeling clingy, needy for you; a confusion in his mind on why he felt so intimately connected to his friend with benefits.
"Perfect girl. He doesn't deserve you," Eddie slurred with hot fanning breaths. "Gonna make you forget him. Gonna fuck you so good you can't remember his dumb name..."
As he grumbled in one of your ears, Steve was in the other, justifying that he used his mom as a reference. You urged him to think of other people and asked him about places in town that he thought would be fun to work at; you knew this would send him into more verbose blabbing.
Your purposeful inquisition worked and your boyfriend's words became garbled nonsense as you shifted attention back to the pretty boy on top of you.
He had begun to thrust, slow and sloppy. The movement was enough to increase your two's breathing and arousal. He accompanied it with wet kisses along your neck, suckling the tender skin every so often.
"More," you huffed. Your fingers twisted in the roots of Eddie's hair and tugged softly, emitting a groan from his throat.
"More what, sweets? Hm?" he urged, lifting his face up to see you. He was super talkative in the bedroom, so it was killing him trying to tone it down since you were on the phone.
"M-more Eddie."
He puffed air through his nostrils in amusement and forced his cock a tad deeper in you. His hips continually met yours as you felt every veiny detail of him gliding inside. The whine that left you was unintentionally loud, neediness pricking momentary irrationality in you.
Hearing you asking for more him had Eddie's world spinning and cock pulsing.
"'M gonna give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me," he grunted. "Just a little longer."
You gave him agreement by stretching your neck up to meet his lips, kissing him into a wet mess. He adjusted his legs, slightly kneeling to give him better leverage to fuck you. As his hips picked up moving again, a thought struck his fuzzy mind. He broke the kiss.
"Baby, need you to do somethin'," he uttered in that deep bass his voice takes on during sex. "When you cum, be as loud as you want."
"E, he's gonna hear." You emphasized the words quietly, gesturing with your head to the phone you held with a clammy hand.
"I know" was all he said before snapping back and stuffing his cock meanly into your sopping pussy. Your hand was jostled from his hair to the broadness of his back, muscles strong beneath taught pale skin. You had to dig your nails in for grip, trying to hold on and not scream from how incredible he felt.
Missionary was not a position you two used often. It was too romantic, though you blamed it on its "vanilla" reputation; nothing was vanilla when Eddie was as huge and skilled as he was.
In fact, being able to see him up close in the position was launching you toward your orgasm so quickly that you couldn't even think. His eyes were like polished cedar, brown and glossy as he maintained an unbroken gaze.
The curled mess of his hair hung around his broad shoulders and strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. Pink, plump lips that kiss you just how you need him every time were parted to let out throaty breaths. His cheeks, flecked with faint spots and a tiny vertical scar, had flushed the most delectable red hue.
It was impossible to conceal the small uh's and hah's that slipped your lips. Eddie couldn't get enough of them, fueled to fuck you harder so he could hear them louder.
You loved being able to hear him too. He was no doubt the one in charge, but you had the ability to make him fall apart with such ease. There was a longing in your chest to hear him praising you, something he was holding off on since Steve was still a third party to this.
Normally, the older male would be coaxing you to your orgasm. He always hit this point where you were squeezing him so tight that his mind got lost, absolutely drunk on you and how you felt.
Feel so fucking good, babe. Jesus, you're fuckin' tight. Wanna hear those pretty noises when you cum for me. Perfect pussy squeezin' me just right. Gonna fuck you like this forever, beautiful girl.
He was biting his tongue now, only letting flat huffs and the occasional groan fly free. But you knew the things that drove him crazy.
You lifted your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him closer. It made you suck his thick cock even more, pussy suctioning him to its limit. The angle had his tip spearing into your stomach and he could feel it. He hissed through his teeth.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groaned. Your warmth was gripping him like a vice and it had the muscles in his abdomen tightening. His thrusts stuttered only a second before they increased in intensity.
Harder, deeper, faster.
"Fuck! Eddie, Eddie," you gurgled, tongue twisted and mind entirely mush. Reckless abandon took over you, leaving Steve entirely forgotten. "Oh my-hah-ah...Baby, baby please!"
The pitched whininess to your voice was a telltale sign of your climax. Eddie stroked a hand up your side, thumb rubbing your tummy.
"Let me hear your pretty sounds," he purred. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."
You were a goner.
With the sensitivity of your cunt, you came suddenly, harshly. A flash of white light overtook your vision and your head pushed back into the pillow. As Eddie continued grinding himself deep into you, your back arched up off the mattress to press your body against his chest.
The noise that rattled your throat was somewhere between a sob and a moan. As your body seized up, the plastic phone dropped into your shoulder. Your fingernails dug further into the reddened lines they scratched on Eddie's toned back.
Your juices mixing with the cum he was fucking back into you made a wet squelching as he continually rammed in. He thrust through your high as his balls tightened and he couldn't take any more. His rings pinched your skin as he clamped down on your hips for leverage.
"Pretty girl takin' me so good." Eddie began the mindless ramble he often does as he unravels. "Pussy was made for me. Pretty...fuck, 'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside my girl. My sweets-"
Despite your exhaustion and subspace blankness, you gasped at the sensation of the hot flood of his cum coating your walls. His cock throbbed as you squeezed him for every drop. Eddie panted in heavy breaths as he continued to slackly thrust.
He let his sticky body rest on yours gently while his dick softened inside you. Your legs dropped onto the mattress and you relaxed, letting your breathing regulate.
The wordless recovery was one of the best parts of sex with Eddie; both of you making dulcet sounds, bodies pressed together...just you and him in a cloud of euphoria and heat.
That peaceful moment was cut terribly short when Steve's furious voice boomed through the phone speaker. He was loud enough that you both could hear him even as the landline lay in the crook of you.
"Are you having sex right now? You're fucking some other guy?! Answer me, (Y/n). I swear to God..."
Eddie lifted his head up from your chest to clutch the phone, believing you were too out of it. As he was about to scream back at your boyfriend, your small hand encased his large one. You nodded at him and took the phone.
Though you appreciated his protectiveness of you, this was yours to handle. Steve Harrington had screwed you over, treated you like shit too many times.
No more.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is that wrong of me to do?" you began. You didn't know tonight would be the night you duke this out with him, but here you were.
"Are you fucking kidding?!" Steve snapped, obviously fuming. "You're cheating while you're on the phone with me!"
"You wanna talk to me about cheating, Steve? That's hilarious. Really fucking ironic, don't you think? I'm not an idiot. Heather, Tina, Linda, Tracy, god damn Carol!"
The words you spat made him shut up. You took a moment to breathe, the anger toiling inside you mixed with the heat of sex. Eddie collected your tangled hair to lift off your neck, preventing you from overheating.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve deadpanned. "I knew you could be a real bitch, but slut trumps that by a long shot."
The phone was ripped out of your grasp before you could reply. Eddie had heard and he was fucking seething. In the low lamplight of the room, you swore you saw fire in his eyes.
"Talk to her like that again and no girl will ever want to be seen with your reconstructed face," Eddie threatened. His voice was booming, full of venom.
"A cheating, classless, daddy's money douchebag like you could never take care of a girl like her. Don't worry, 'cause I've got it covered. Fuck you."
You flinched at how hard he slammed the phone back onto its holder. His shoulders broadened as he inhaled a deep breath and released it, shaking with anger.
However, when he brought his face back to you it was soft and kind...those eyes cradling you inside their vision like the most precious thing he's ever seen. Without thinking, you used two slim fingers to brush back his hair with a tender touch.
"Are you okay?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned his weight onto his left side, hip meeting the mattress. His soft length remained inside you, plugging up the creamy mess you two made. Your body moved with his, angled just slightly as he used a grip on your waist to keep you ever so close.
"Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes momentarily. You were dazed, worn from going at it for hours with Eddie and exerting the rest of your energy on Steve.
The tattooed boy tipped your hips as he pulled out, making you wince at the sensation. Feeling that empty after being stuffed full all night had you tingling. He kissed your cheek with saliva-shined lips and reached blindly around the bedside. Your eyes blinked open slowly upon the contact of him wiping you clean with his bandana.
Mindlessly you ran your hand up and down his warm bicep. He swiped the cloth delicately over your swollen folds, taking care not to hurt the sensitive area.
As he cleared the wetness, you watched his eyes, glossed and mesmerized that were glued to your sex. You breathed a hum of amusement; he was still shamelessly addicted to your pussy, even when he was showering you with the tender aftercare he did every time.
"Thank you," you expressed. It was an innocent utterance into a room heavy with sweat and lust. Eddie's gaze met yours and you blinked, tiredly.
"I told you before, you don't have to thank me for cleaning up, sweetheart." He scrunched his nose cutely.
"I didn't mean for that."
"You don't have to thank me for making you cum," he remarked with a cocky smirk.
"Not that either, you dork." You poked your red-varnished fingernail into the black ink on his peck. As your round-cheeked smile faded, the eye contact between you two intensified.
For fuck buddies who keep one another secret, you sure do look at one another with a lot of endearment. Maybe it's because of how intimately you know one another from the sex. Deep down you both know it's more than that; you just don't want to admit it and ruin what you have.
"I meant thank you for helping me finally get rid of that jerk," you mumbled. It made him smile genuinely with those dimples that charmed his way into your pants many months ago.
"Fun way to do it, wasn't it?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. He circled you in his arms, one slipping beneath your neck and the other wrapping around your back.
Both your hands rested on his chest when he tugged you closer. Naturally, your legs tangled into a jumble as your bodies were constantly magnetized to be as near as possible. It was a state of calm that you never felt with anyone else.
"I couldn't handle hearing you cry over him anymore," Eddie admitted. His voice rumbled under where your palms were flattened. "He never deserved you and you didn't deserve to feel like that."
The wavering breaths you released tickled his pale skin, still burning. He seemed to always have the right words and the ability to make you feel good. You scooted your face closer to his on the silken pillow.
"I feel a lot better now," you murmured.
"I bet you do," he smirked. "I think that big finale was the loudest you've ever been. 'Oh, Eddie! Oh, baby!'"
His teasing mockery of your moaning made you roll your eyes, but his big dimply smile got you. You burst into giggles as the inches between you closed and his nose bumped yours.
You didn't need Steve; you never did. It was your friends with benefits, your fuck buddy, your dirty little secret who finally made you realize it.
A blissed smile formed on your plumped lips when Eddie kissed your forehead and hugged you against him. Relaxation soothed your sore muscles as you had nothing left to worry about.
Not then, anyway. It was just you and this perfect boy who respected you and made you scream with pleasure.
Cuddling in the afterglow with him, it wasn't long before you were both fast asleep, velvet skin pressed warmly together as you rest your tired bodies.
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— ATTENTION
“let’s just go, my dear. cause the way you put it on, made me wanna take it off you.”
nanami was typically a rather patient man, but tonight he couldn’t help the twitch in his eye or the deep scowl on his face as he watched you make conversation with a group of his colleagues. you weren’t aware of the way they gawked at you in that long, black body con dress you wore—their eyes flickering from the generous amount of cleavage the low v-neck flashed to the way the wind blew the slit of the garment to show more of your legs each time your eyes closed when smiling that same smile that wooed him 5 years ago just as it was doing them now.
it wasn’t intentional, he knew it wasn’t. you just wanted to make a good impression, especially because you knew it could tarnish the way people at his job viewed him, but fuck were you doing too good of a job at pretending to care about what that arrogant, asshole of a boss had to say.
nanami hadn’t wished to go to this work party, ready to lie his way out of it and while you chalked it up to your husband not wishing to socialize, his worried were rooted deeper than that…you. he knew his collages would waste no time surrounding you in disbelief that nanami had a wife and in even more disbelief on just how beautiful you were.
how was it that you were the center of attention everywhere you went? that you turned this party from something everyone felt obligated to attend to wishing that it didn’t have to end at 12am because now it was about to be 2am and nanami was in the corner messing with his now loosened tie, waiting for you to finish your last drink so you could leave as he wanted to take that dress off of you just as much as his boss did.
he himself was surrounded by his female colleagues—each in his ear about how you “left him to flirt with other men right in his face,” their words full of malicious intent that would make any other man question had it not been nanami. he didn’t care for these women—hell, nobody did when you were here, hypnotizing everybody with the way that dress hugged your curves or how contagious your laugh was, the sound blessing their ears, the sway of your hips when you walked, that damn smile luring them in like a moth to a flame.
his resolve was slowly crumbling—checking the time on his expensive watch each time these women opened their mouth to throw another jab at you, staring at you from afar, eyes asking—no, begging you to leave for it was late and he didn’t know how much more patient he could be with you looking like that and them looking at you like that. he’s adjusted himself for the nth time tonight, uncomfortable by the strain in his dress pants. you were driving him insane and he hadn’t even realized he started making his way over to you until he grabbed your wrist.
“you ready to go, my love?” he asked, but something about the way he stared at you—his usual kind, brown eyes now narrowed and dark—that he wasn’t asking you. “ken—” “y/n.” was all he said, voice low and sturn, shutting down any chance of argument, tension so thick it left everyone around you quiet.
he was tired, pissed, and needed you more than anything right now and you couldn’t help but to hook your arms around his stronger one, your smaller frame against his with his bicep pressed up against your breast. “i thought you’d never ask,” you said after smiling and pulling him down to your level by his tie so that your lips brushed against his. yeah, he knew you were all his.
“i see the tension rising…i feel the temperature rising.”
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have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!
A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay?
*Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ￣ ³￣)づ
Warnings: misogyny, sabotage in workplace, nsfw (overstimulation, darcyphilia, cockwarming, throat training, dumbification maybe?)
✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.
✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed.
✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.
✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.
✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.
✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you.
✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings.
✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent.
✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio.
✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.
✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes.
✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.
✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :(
✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3
✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”
✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”
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alright who’s mtl to en- hyung line fucks out their s/o.. bratty attitude (SKKSHSUA i jzt change my mind. sorry for inconvenience heehhe🥲🥲🥲.. you just can do this instead of legal line that I’ve sent..)
Hmm...this is a hard one. (I really liked your last ask too so I will probably answer that as well if you want to hehe) I got carried away with sunghoon I'm sorry...
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ꕤ I think Sunghoon wouldn't waste a single second before shutting you up. He would hate your bratty attitude, because it shows that you think you can act up towards him. As if you had a chance to have the upperhand with Sunghoon. Even though he can feel the anger inside his chest when you act like a brat, he loves to shut you up. You would act bratty for one second, even if it only was a harmless joke, before he would grab your cheek, cover up your mouth, and push you against the nearest wall. His body would press against your back, trapping your body, making you unable to move from his touch. "We both know who's in charge here, don't even try to get an attitude when you're with me". You already knew it would be a long night, and it sure was. Right after he was done with you, your body would be aching, and your legs would be sticky from your juices. Sunghoon wraps his arms around your stomach, lifting you up, helping you walk to the bathroom to clean you up. You looked so pretty like this, right after he fucked the attitude out of you out of anger. "I'm sorry baby, I got carried away. Now let me clean you up"
ꕤ Jay would've let you be a little bit bratty in the beginning, because he just loves you so much. It would be hard though, since he finds the bratty attitude pretty annoying. Maybe it's her way of rebelling? But his dominant self, the urge to be the one in control, would take over him, and after a while of letting you be bratty, he would fuck away your attitude. And he is so good at it, almost making you forget that you were bratty in the first place. He always fucked you the hardest when you were bratty, though otherwise he would be a lot more gentle. He would flip you on all fours, his hand keeping your wrists in place behind your back, pounding into you making you unable to talk. "I hate it when you talk to me like that baby, that gives me no choise but to shut you up."
ꕤ In comparison to the other two, Heeseung would love your bratty attitude. He is well aware of how much stronger he is, and that he can pretty much just shut you up if he wanted to. But he just loves to see the way you are trying to talk back to him, and he finds it quite cute. You would attempt to insult him, only to get back a "Mhm?" and a smirk on his lips while he massages the back of your neck. You try to ignore how his touch makes your back arch, keep making claims that he has no affect on you what so ever. Eventually he would've suddenly been so rough to you, making you realize that he was letting you be bratty on purpose. You try to talk back, but the only sound that you are able to let out are your sweet moans, making Heeseung tease you between his thrusts. “Aw, is my bratty princess suddenly quiet? And here I thought that you would be brave enough to talk back".
ꕤ I just know Jake is a brat tamer, and he probably prefers you being bratty. Therefore, Jake would be the only one that wouldn't shut you up. “I love it when you talk like that, make me want to tame you” He definitely gets turned on by the fact that you act bratty, and would think you are sexy when talking back. Oh, and he himself would not be quiet. Would definitely be mean to you, taking your bratty remarks and hitting them right back at you. A full on argument session while he fucks into you. It's passionate, it's rough, it's hot and he loves it.
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HOW LONG THEY LAST DURING NNN — GENSHIN IMPACT
feat : scaramouche, diluc, childe, al-haitham + kazuha
♱ warnings — f!reader, how long they last during no nut november, teasing, degradation, some grinding, not proofread. / note. this is the last fandom 4 the nnn hcs ! hope u guys enjoy <3
・✶ ｡ﾟ SCARAMOUCHE — NOVEMBER 12TH
it was your idea at first and as much as scaramouche didn’t want to do it, you know you had him when you told him he probably wouldn’t be able to anyway — his pride not letting him back down from a challenge that he was so hellbent on winning. he was stubborn, would never let it known just how much you had an effect on him (even though you could tell) but when you had first proposed the challenge, you never told him it was going to be easy — afterall where’s the fun in that when you could up the difficulty with a little teasing. you’d be going without him too afterall.
scaramouche had done pretty good at avoiding you this far, brushing you off with grumbles under his breath — he wasn’t stupid, he knew that you were trying to get him to give in, so selfish despite the way this was all your idea in the first place. but he’s not as invincible as he may think, he still had his limits and with enough effort you noticed a few cracks were beginning to show.
“pathetic… could barely keep your hands off of me.. are you that eager for my touch?” scaramouche breathes unsteadily from where he’s sat at your side, eyes narrowed over at you as you palm and stroke at his clothed cock — deliberately pressing your hand against it when you’d leaned in to show him something and now he doesn’t want you to fucking stop. the almost smug look on your face makes his blood boil, but he’s much too consumed by the saccharine squeeze of your fingers around him to think up a snarky remark right now. instead you feel him throb before he chokes on a whine and lets you trace your fingers beneath his waistband. “barely two weeks in and you’re getting all worked up, hah—have you always been this weak? hmmfff—“
・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR — NOVEMBER 18TH
kaeya had mentioned it to diluc in passing while he was at the tavern, drunkenly rambling on about how his dear brother is too whipped to stand a chance and your boyfriend is much too stubborn to let the cavalry captain rile him up — so he decides he’ll show him. he warns you in advance, makes sure to fuck you until you can barely walk the night before and it does take his mind off of it for a few days, that’s it though until his cravings for you return with a vengeance.
but diluc knew he was in danger when it comes to you, knows he can’t resist you which is exactly why he’s been taking up more shifts at angels share — coming home late at night with a press of his lips to your temple and leaves before you wake up with the exact same goodbye. he missed you, but he knows he wouldn’t stand a chance if he had you sending him those pretty looks that make him feel so fucking weak.
this is why diluc knows he’s fucked when you visit him at work, his cock already hard as soon as he catches a glimpse of you coming through the tavern door and he has to swallow the groan he feels kick at his chest when you blink at him over the bar. “did.. ugh, did he put you up to this?” he grunts as he presses you against the desk he has hauled up in the back room, his hips flush against yours as his large hands grab and rip at your clothes — so eager to undress you and ease the throb in his cock that only intensifies with every grind of his bulge into you. “it’s true, i can’t deny what you do to me afterall, sweetheart.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ CHILDE / TARTAGLIA — NOVEMBER 21ST
as if he would ever pass up an opportunity to test his limits, plus childe is always looking for an excuse to be able to tease you, and himself considering he’s told himself this’ll help him get stronger. he actually does a lot better than you thought, even goes as far as to make it harder for himself — letting his hands smooth along your body, touching something he knows he can’t have as he bites down on his bottom lip and feels his cock fucking leak against his slacks.
but maybe childe had gotten a little too cocky, worked himself up a little too much until he was wound up tight — particularly ruthless when it came to training new recruits or seeking out fights with whoever looks at him the wrong way. that’s when his facade had slipped, when he’d been particularly riled up after a fight — still high on adrenaline when he sends you a hooded look, one that’s still a little wild as he approaches you quickly, like he’s a wild animal who’s finally caught a glimpse of his pray.
“oh, come on now. aren’t you gonna beg?” childe grunts from where he’s pressing himself up against you — his chest flush against your back as he lets you feel the way his cock is uncomfortably throbbing between you both, begging for the much needed friction that he’s too eager to chase right now. “i’ve been quite formidable, don’t you think?” he’s breathing hard as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, rutting his hips into you while his hands squeeze at your hips. “so then amuse me.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ AL-HAITHAM — 1ST OF DECEMBER
al-haitham lasts the whole month, if you were to ask him how he’d did it he’d probably drone on and on about the preparations he’d taken, the science behind it and how easy it was for him. but you know that he’s lying to some extent, even when he was pretending to be oh so focused on the book he was reading you weren’t blind. one quick look over your shoulder wouldve let you see the way his sharp gaze was only focused on your hips and ass, bulge prominent as he lays back in his seat with a low hum. “tell me now, is that all you’ve got?”
but as much as al-haitham was smart he was still human, and there was a few times he couldn’t help but fight the carnal urges to reach out and grind his cock against you — do anything to feel the tight squeeze of your cunt around him like he yearned. he’d made sure to fuck you a day before the challenge began, getting it out of his system before the inevitable purge but even just being in your presence had him in a constant state of being so fucking needy.
so you almost jump when al-haitham basically slams the door to your bedroom open just as the last day in november ends, his steps are heavy and he can feel the throb of anticipation straight through his cock as he approaches you — fingers gripping around your jaw to tilt your face to his before he’s kissing you fiercely. “well would you look at that, told you i could do it.” he grunts as he looms over you, already pulling at your clothes before his own follows — groaning with the slightest graze of his cock along your thighs. “well now sweetheart, i think i’ve earned a reward.. don’t you?”
・✶ ｡ﾟ KAZUHA KAEDEHARA — NOVEMBER 14TH
kazuha honestly didn’t think he’d be able to do it, he was entirely addicted to you and your cunt but the team were placing bets and he’d been a little tipsy when he’d agreed and didn’t want to be the first one to lose afterall. but it’s just as hard as he imagined it would be, he can barely even look at you without his gaze becoming heavy, cock twitching and begging for him to reach out to touch you, to have you and take you like he desires but he also can’t stand the chuckles from the surrounding crew.
that is until you’re finally both alone for the first time in two weeks, kazuha had went out of his way to make sure this didn’t happen but he couldn’t stand not giving you the attention you deserved, it only taking a particularly pretty look from you to have him crumbling. but he should’ve known this would be the outcome when you decided to take your place pressed up against his side, arms wrapped around his waist so tight he can barely breathe — but that’s probably due to how much he needs to cum right now.
“now would be the best time to rest well.” kazuha breathes, low and ragged as his chest expands with each inhale he takes and he’s sure you must be able to tell the effect you’re having on him right now. but his words only seem to draw you closer, your fingertips resting against his thigh to squeeze at the skin — close enough to have his hips twitching before he whimpers and clenches his jaw. “ah.. i see, you are relentless.” your fingertips only crawl closer and he can’t stop the way his hand rests over yours instinctively to hold you there, letting you palm and stroke at his cock before he cums in his pants with a long and low whine.
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I just did an ab workout and it fucking sucked ass
But as a result… may I raise you, workout out with Peter
It’s a need!
*cleaning out my inbox*
peter’s strength…. so yummy 🤤
you knew exactly what you were doing, but peter didn’t. ‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty.’
he’s insulted to say the least. ‘i’m sorry, trouble. you said what?’ because there’s no way you just told him that.
‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty. you’re strong, but not that strong.’ peter scoffs, ‘i don’t think you realize how light two fifty is.’
you quirk an eyebrow, ‘oh really? i’d take you up on that bet.’ it’ll be the easiest bet of his entire life. ‘deal. i’ll take you to the gym with me next time, then you can see for yourself.’
that’s how you ended up watching peter grunt under the weighted bar, he’s got three twenty and he’s going so smooth he doesn’t need a spot, but you’re still there just in case. it’s not like you’d be any real help if shit went south.
‘is this your max?’ your words make peter laugh, like your question was adorable. ‘not even close.’ okay, maybe you thought he was stronger than what you originally teased. but him barely sweating at over three hundred pounds has you truly questioning his strength.
‘do you even have a max?’ there’s no way he could bench much more, he doesn’t have the muscle mass to back it up. not that he’s lean, but he’s no body builder either.
‘haven’t found one, no.’ the bar slams down, it bends under the force on each side. ‘there’s no way. i may have been exaggerating at first but you’re not mr. strongman.’
peter’s eyebrow raises like you just challenged him, you didn’t, but he took it as one. ‘wanna bet? give me a number.’
‘four fifty.’ an egregious amount but peter just nods and starts collecting more plates. the second his hands wrap around the bar you stop him, you didn’t want him over performing for your sake. if he hurt himself trying to impress you, you’d never forgive yourself for pushing him to that place.
‘you don’t have to. i believe you.’
peter fingers grip the steel, ‘it’s okay, i can do it.’ you slap his hands away, ‘no, really. don’t do it.’ you don’t care what expression he’s looking up at you with, you refuse to allow him.
‘you’re the one that gave me the number, trouble.’
‘because you were supposed to say no! don’t hurt yourself over this, i’m already impressed.’
peter clicks his tongue, disappointed you’d think of him so shallow. ‘i want to make you impressed at every chance, but i’m not gonna be stupid about it. if i couldn’t do it, id tell you.’
it’s not good enough, it’s a clear expression. peter immediately eats his words, he’s about to show off because you don’t believe him. the second the bar raises off the handle your teeth clench, you peer around the room and familiarize yourself with a very muscled man in the corner of the room. just in case.
no need, peter’s doing it with ease. he’s breathing hard, strained grunts pull from the back of his throat. he can bench it, but it’s not as easy as three hundred.
after four presses you can’t handle it, ‘okay, okay, okay! please stop.’ your hand hovers underneath the bar when it slams into the handle.
peter teases you when he rises from the padding. ‘you could never be the girlfriend of an athlete. what would you do if i broke my leg while drag racing?’
‘kill myself, i dunno.’
peter’s sweating across his hairline, his skin tacky under your touch. he shakes it off, ‘i’m hot.’ you wink, ‘yeah, you are.’
‘next time, just tell me you wanna see me workout. you don’t have to make up numbers, trouble.’
you play offended, ‘i did no such thing.’
‘you didn’t touch a single machine here.’
‘i was emotional support.’
‘i was eye candy, that’s it.’
your arms wrap around his waist, his back damp under your palm. ‘and you are so, so, so yummy. can i take you home and eat you?’
a glare from peter, ‘isn’t that my job?’
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Sirius Black was the bane of your existence.
In this world, it was a hunt or be hunted kind of world. Humans always assumed they were at the top of the food chain. They were ignorant and self-assured and always seemed to assume they were the predators everyone else should fear. They were stupidly arrogant with their own worth, and it was what made them the perfect prey for the true monsters at the top of the food chain—the vampires.
But that was where your kind came in, the true predators at the top of the food chain.
You were the hunters. You were the ones who got rid of the fanged pests that roamed the Earth. You were the ones to protect the humans, to rid the world of the monsters that were nothing but parasites.
And you were a good hunter.
You were trained from a young age to be a killer of the killers. You were trained to be ruthless, merciless, unforgiving when it came to vampires. You were trained to evade their manipulations, to outsmart them, to beat them even if they are stronger and faster and older. You were trained to spot these monsters before you could even write your own name.
It was your destiny, your fate, your legacy.
“Gonna poke me with your wee stick, love?”
But for a reason that was beyond your understanding, the one vampire that always seemed to slip away was Sirius Black.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, panting softly as you straddled the boy with your knees pinning his arms to his sides and the stake in your hand just hovering over his chest.
“What if I like the sound of my own voice?” He retorted, a teasing grin on his face as he looked far too relaxed for someone who was potentially seconds away from dying.
It had been like a sick cat-and-mouse game. You would find him and trap him and have him in your grasp, and then he would slip away. He loved it. You hated it. But now you got him when he least expected it. The woods were currently swarming with other hunters that were looking for him, but now you had him.
“I would say sorry to your ears,” you replied bluntly, pushing the tip of the stake deeper into his chest—just enough to make him a little hiss.
“Fucking hell, love,” he breathed out with a laugh. “You really don’t play about it.”
You ignored him, eyes narrowing in focus. “Any last words, Black?”
“I have many words I would like to say to you,” Sirius confessed, the smirk still plastered on his face. “But I have a feeling they will just make you kill me faster.”
“You don’t seem scared,” you noted in annoyance.
“Why would I be scared when you’re on top of me, love?” Sirius remarked, watching in amusement at the way your face faltered a little with his words. “I happen to like attractive women sitting on me.” He paused as his grin widened. “Or on my face.”
“You’re gross,” you commented with a frown.
“But you’re not that disgusted, are you, love?” Sirius snapped back, raising his brows in a teasing manner when you fell quiet. “I can smell you, love. I know exactly how my words make you feel. I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”
“That’s just adrenaline,” you argued weakly.
“You want something that really gets your heart racing?” Sirius questioned, flashing you a glimpse of the sharp teeth poking his bottom lip.
You barely had a chance to react before he had flipped you both over. Your body was pinned to the ground, the stake long gone and Sirius now covering your body with his own. He had your wrists pinned above your head, his other hand slowly tracing down your face despite you trying to jerk away from his touch.
“I could rip your throat out,” he mused as his fingers gently traced over your pulse point. “One move and you could be dead before you could even think about screaming for help.”
You squirmed beneath him. “Then do it.”
He just laughed, shaking his head. “But that’s not fun, sweetheart.”
“Wanker,” you spat out, ready to say so much more until he rolled his hips against yours. An embarrassing noise left your lips, your cheeks burning when Sirius only grinned in response.
“Oh, you like that,” he hummed as he began to rock back and forth, letting out a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you don’t know how badly I wanted to fuck that attitude out of you.”
You tried to pull on your wrists, tried to pull away from him but your attempts were weak, and you both knew that. You closed your eyes, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t enjoy it or that this was a part of Sirius’ sick game before he killed you.
But then his head dipped down to your neck, his fangs scraping over a sensitive spot below your ear and you were arching into him.
In another flash, you were pressed against a tree. Your hands were still pinned above your head, not that you were really fighting his hold now. His dark eyes found yours, something heated and primal shining that had you clenching your thighs together.
“I would have done this ages ago if I knew it shut you up so easily,” he commented jokingly, but your witty retort was lost on your lips when he was slipping his hand beneath the waistband of your training leathers.
It was embarrassing just how quickly he had you crumbling, how quickly you gave into his touch despite the years of training to evade and avoid vampires’ tricks—including seduction. But he knew just where to touch you, knew just what spots tipped you over the edge, knew just how to make you whimper in that pretty, high-pitched way that he always dreamed of.
And before you knew it, both of your clothes were long gone, ripped and abandoned somewhere on the woodland floor as he fucked you against the tree.
“What would your lil’ hunter friends say now?” Sirius teased as he gripped your thighs and guided your legs around his waist. “What would they say if they saw what a slut you were for some vampire cock?”
“Fuck you,” you muttered out between breathless moans as he thrusted into you, your tits bouncing with each move.
“I already am, sweetheart,” Sirius retorted, looking far too smug for your liking but you couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything. “And don’t you look fucking gorgeous when you’re all fucked out. My new lil’ toy, aren’t you, love?”
You whined, shaking your head but your walls clenching around his cock said another story.
“Gonna keep you around, sweetheart,” Sirius groaned, his teeth nipping your skin enough to make you choke on a gasped moan. “My pretty, cock-hungry hunter, hm? Think all my buddies are gonna be jealous.”
“Sirius,” you whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten at his filthy words.
“Gonna fuck that stupid hunter training out of your head, love. You’re gonna be my cock-drunk whore, hm? My pretty slut.”
And he could only take your response as a solid yes as you came on his cock, completely under his seduction and control.
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cw : bleeding n period talk, oral, p-in-v, just my brainrot pretty much hhhhhahehdhsjdj anyways mdni please and thanks <3
sorry (not really) im just going insane over men who aren’t afraid to touch your pussy when you’re bleeding cough cough gojo satoru. he just wants to make you feel good, it doesn’t matter how, you know? you being all shy but needy when you’re on your period and he knows it. he’s helped you through it before :(( he’s soooo down to do it again because you’re a different kind of needy, wet and sloppy in more ways than one and soooo much more sensitive. gojo just really thrives off seeing you clutch onto him as he plays with your clit, enjoys how you’re all ‘pls don’t touch me down there it’s bloody and messy’ to ‘pls pls pls don’t stop i wanna cum’.
you’ve never him fuck you though, mostly out of shame and embarrassment. never let him use his mouth on you either. but this time, he’s determined. gojo loves to make you come undone on his tongue all the time, he’s addicted to the taste of you. he uses his pretty fingers on your clit and waits until you’re distracted.
your hips chase his fingertips as your high approaches it’s then when he trails soft kisses down your body, slowly, slowly, and before you even have the chance to realise what he’s doing and where he’s going, he’s wrapping his lips around your lil nub and humming into you. the taste is metallic and different but it’s just soooo you and he’s melting, getting comfy on the bed as he lets his tongue do the work and you’re lowkey pushing his head away but he just wraps his arms around your thighs and keeps you there. he’s so much stronger anyway, you can struggle all you want but he’s not going to budge. maybe he’ll even give your thighs a lil smack so you stop trying to push him off and he just spends his time down there before he makes you cum.
after he lets you come down from your high he just rubs his cock against your pussy :(( “you’ll let me fuck you, right? lemme make you feel good… pleaaase baby.” and he’s so sweet about it how could you say no? the second he’s in, he’s doing his best not to poke and prod your insides in a bad way so your cramps act up. but he’s just deep enough and fucks you just hard enough to have you clutching onto his biceps and gasping at how good it feels. can’t stop grunting cause you feel so damn good, so damn wet and tight too and when he stops to readjust himself a little, you get all self conscious because duh, you’re bleeding and now he’s covered in it. it’s embarrassing and shameful and you become hyper aware of the mess and the smell. “‘m sorry ‘toru..”
the sudden apology’s got him scrunching his eyebrows a little in confusion. “for what? why’re you apologising?” and when you mutter out a quick ‘for the mess and the smell’ gojo just scoffs. he grabs ahold of your thighs and wraps them around his waist with ease and pushes his cock in just a little bit deeper while going, “don’t fuckin’ care. just wanna make you feel good. you feel good, don’t you? ‘m making you feel good aren’t i?” and of course he is :(( he just places a kiss to the corner of your lips when you answer you feel good cause of him and he’s sooo proud and so smug and makes you cum on his cock and takes care of you afterdjajdjsjzhskkf okay im done that’s all im going crazy <33
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#tw periods#tw blood#ill be honest besties i wrote this with sanji but the brainrot is way too strong i had to change it to gojo to not combust on the spot#(did not work i still combusted on the spot because hhhhngfnhdh gojo 🤕)
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Stop The Pain
Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Even though you weren’t supposed to be on the field, you were. And you weren’t alone. You got a rookie under your wing, and that was fine until you got shot.
Categories: Angst/ Fluff, happy ending
Warnings: Graphic language, blood, wound, military stuff, sexual themes. Also, Medic!Reader.
The reader’s call sign is Pearl. I don’t know why.
A/N: This is my second fic and i’m over the moon with my first one aaaaggggh!! Anyway, happy reading lol, don’t forget to rb to support me :) still waiting for the day when someone’s gonna request something-but no complaining-
“Keep your eyes open, kid!”
You yelled over the storm, one hand pressing on his wound and the other trying to pull him by his arm. He was trying so hard not to close his eyes, but you knew it. You knew he was dying soon.
“C’mon, kid. Just a little, ugh, longer,” You huffed as the storm got stronger.
The mission was the hardest mission you’ve ever been to. And it was the first mission you had to use a knife to kill someone. A fucking knife. You were a medical professional after all, why would you need or use a knife to kill someone?
“I swear to God or whatever is above there-“ Your breath hitched and you stopped talking as a bullet pierced through your thigh. You pulled the rookie with you to somewhere safe, then looked at your thigh. It was bleeding.
Thankfully it wasn’t something fatal, but it still hurt. You looked at the kid, you were still holding him with one hand. You quickly retreated your other hand to his wound.
“Deep breaths, kiddo. You got this, I know you do.”
You checked your comm, but it wasn’t there. You suddenly started to feel helpless, useless.
“Shit, okay- you’re okay. We’re okay-“
He coughed blood, making you feel a lot worse.
“C’mon kid, just a little more, stay with me.”
He nodded his head but his eyes were blurring. You wanted to stop the war. It wasn’t fair.
“Talk to me. How old are you?” You said while trying so hard to stop the bleeding. You ripped your shirt, which was under your vest, and started pressing on his wound with it.
“I’m twenty two- this my first…” You nearly cried. this was his first mission, and he was dying. No, you said to yourself. You weren’t going to let him die, he had to live.
“You’re not going anywhere, buddy.” You tried so hard to reassure him, to let him know that he wasn’t dying soon. But he was.
“What the fuck?! “ You yelled when another bullet landed on the tree behind you. You wanted them dead, all of them. Fuckin’ terorists, you mumbled. Killing and torturing people, that’s what they fuckin’ do.
“Stay here, yeah? I’ll find a comm.” You told the kid. He nodded his head, trying not to drift away. You took his gun.
You stood up carefully, walked around the secure area that you found surprisingly. The area before you was almost empty. The keyword is almost.
You placed the sound suppressor on your gun, the rookie’s gun, and shot the enemy who was kneeling before a dead body. He didn’t even have a chance to look at you.
You quickly scanned the area and carefully kneeled down next to a dead body, which was wearing a balaclava. You figured it was someone on your team. You took the little piece and put it on your ear.
“Hello, is anyone there? It’s Pearl, I need immediate help. Please is anyone there?”
You were shaking now. You gripped your thigh, the pain making you more stressed than ever.
“Is anyone fuckin’ there! God damn it!” You yelled and stood up, going back to the rookie.
“Hey rookie, you good?” You swallowed the shakiness.
“Not- not a rookie. Soldier-“ He flinched and gave a shaky breath.
“Of course, just stay with me a little more, hm? ”
You were on the verge of tears now. No one was there. No one could help the kid. No one. You pressed your com.
“Please, I need help-“
A static voice came suddenly from the other line. You held your breath.
“Pearl, where are you?”
You relaxed a bit after hearing your lieutenant’s voice. He spoke in a cold manner, but you knew him. He was worried.
“S- Ghost, I don’t know I- We- The kid is dying- I-“
Your hands started shaking, your breath was limited. You tried to think about different things, but it was hard to do that in your situation right now.
“Are you hurt?”
“My t-thigh-“
“We’re comin’ , stay where you are ‘kay?“
You nodded your head stupidly. You looked down, the rookie was barely breathing.
“Hey kid, c’mon they’re coming!” You yelled and started tapping his cheek to wake him up.
He groaned but still didn’t open his eyes.
You were fully crying now. You didn’t know why were you crying. You’ve lost many many people in your life, some young some old, but this has never happened. Yes, you’ve shed a few tears but you’ve never felt like this.
“What’s your name, kid?” You wiped your nose on your sleeve.
He didn’t answer. You closed your eyes for a moment and when you looked at him, you checked his pulse with trembling hands.
He was gone.
Your shoulders dropped. Your eyes started producing more tears, if that was possible.
You gripped his dog tags and pulled them out. You looked at his name.
Theodore Moreau
You wipes your eyes then got up. No, you tried to, because there was a sudden pain that made you whimper and fall down again.
You had forgotten about your thigh.
You held your thigh, but your head was pounding. You weren’t sure if that was because of the shot. It was because of your panic attack.
You needed your Simon.
You cried harder at that thought, feeling selfish. But you needed him. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about you like that, but after that night you were sure you would talk to him about your feelings. Because losing someone was so easy at this point.
You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth and holding your wound.
You tried thinking about something else, something that would take you away.
You drifted away.
-
Simon was nauseous.
He was panicking inside, but didn’t show a single emotion on the outside.
Were you shot? Were you wounded? Did you need him?
He was angry.
Angry at Price for making you fight with the enemy. Angry at Soap for leaving your side to fight someone.
Angry at himself because you probably needed him and he wasn’t there.
Gaz looked at Price.
“Where are they? What if they’re both dead-“
“What? No way, yer aff yer heid.”
Simon shuddered at the thought.
“She’s not dead, Kyle.” Simon’s cold voice was heard. He had an authority, making Gaz shut up.
“We’ll look this way, and you’ll look thay way, got it?” Price spoke suddenly. Everyone agreed and went down the paths.
Simon thought about the first time he felt a thing towards you. It was three months ago.
-
You were cleaning Simon’s wound.
He was super close, you were super close. He was looking at your eyes while you were looking at his bicep. It was a sight.
You were a sight.
“You’re staring, Simon.”
His heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. It suited you.
How sweet would his name be if you moaned it. Just for him-
“Simon.”
He cleared his throat.
“Sorry, had a rough day.”
You smiled at him. That sweet innocent smile.
Fuck, he thought.
“It’s okay.” You continued working on him, your touch gentle.
“Am I hurting you?” You asked him with genuine concern.
He gulped.
“No, you’re not.”
You smiled again. He was feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.
“Well, that’s it. Come again if it starts to bleed, Simon.”
He sighed and nodded. You stood up from the medical bed, and washed your hands.
Simon wasn’t sure if he was okay.
“Simon are you sure you’re okay?” You asked him while removing your white uniform, which was something like an apron.
“I’m, yeah. I’m okay. I’ll just leave,” He stood up quickly.
Your face fall. Did you want him to stay?
“Okay, uhm…” You cleared your throat.
“Do you mind me coming to your room tonight?” You asked him innocently. His pants were tightening.
“What?” He found himself asking.
“Y’know, to- to look at your wound. If that’s okay for you?”
He was sweating now, wanting nothing more than taking off his mask.
“Yeah, yeah that would be okay.”
You licked your lips. He sighed. Don’t, he wanted to say. Don’t do that.
Your gaze fell to his pants, making him more uncomfortable. Your breath hitched and you gulped.
Your eyes met again.
“I’ll come tonight.” You said breathlessly. He nodded.
And he couldn’t wait for the night.
He was right to feel that way. Because he felt like he was born again that night.
-
“Ghost?”
He turned to Soap, shaking the images of you from his mind.
“Yes sergeant?”
Soap pressed his lips tighter than before.
“I know you care about her.” Simon felt claustrophobic all of a sudden.
“I-“
Soap held a hand for him to shut up.
“I know. And I know you’re my superior and I have to respect you, but you were super loud, Simon.”
Simon gave a slow breath. Soap cracked a smile.
“And I know she cares about you too. I saw how her breath hitched when she saw you on the treadmill.”
Simon smirked. But his smirk fell when he realized you weren’t with him. You were in God knows where, and he was talking about you and him and your relationship with Soap. He gulped.
“Focus, Soap. We have to find her.”
Soap nodded.
“We will.”
-
“Pearl!”
You immediately opened your eyes and looked around frantically.
“Oh my God! You’re alive.”
Price sighed and looked at your form.
“Price, I’m sorry. Couldn’t save him.” You said while trying so hard not to sob. He gave you a reassuring smile.
“It’s okay, he knew it was going to be a hard mission. He was a real soldier.”
You smiled weakly.
“Let’s get your wound cleaned up, yeah?” You nodded and let them take you to the truck.
“We’ll meet the helicopter in a second, Pearl.”
You nodded and clenched your jaw. The pain was starting to feel unbearable.
“Where is Simon?” You asked Gaz, who was holding you at the back. He scratched his neck.
“I’ll inform them.”
He held his comm.
“We found her, meet us in front of the heli.”
“Roger that.” Came Soap’s voice in a second.
You closed your eyes, finally feeling relaxed. You weren’t sure if you’d be mentally relaxed though.
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You felt like an absolute shit when you woke up. You didn’t wake up because of the beeping or anything, you woke up out of nothing.
“Simon.”
Simon shifted his mask, you assumed, and turned around.
“Y’good?”
You nodded and swallowed.
It was pitch black other than the little lamp near you on the nightstand and it was comforting.
“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been on the field in the first place. It’s our fault, and I’m sorry.”
You furrowed your eyebrows.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, Simon.” You smiled reassuringly at him.
“It’s not gonna happen again, don’t worry.” Simon said while looking at the floor.
You put your hand on his, which was on your side.
“It’s okay, I got shot. Accidents happen.” He clenched his jaw.
“Not to you,” He said your real name in the end. It made you shiver.
“We lost that kid, sadly. What if that was you? I would’ve never forgiven myself.”
Your expression fell after the mention of the kid. You suddenly felt disappointed again, at yourself.
“I want to give his dog tags to his family.”
He reached out for your face, gloves already off. He stroked your cheek and you suddenly felt touch starved.
“Okay,” He mumbled, words vibrating his chest. You blushed.
“Don’t do that.” His hand found your lips, caressing them softly.
“What?” You said, meaning it.
“Don’t blame yourself.” You sighed.
He moved his hand to your chin and caressed there softly too. He was making you forget things, and you weren’t complaining.
“Can I see you?” He stopped caressing your face and took a deep breath.
“You don’t have to!” You suddenly said.
He took his mask off in a second. Your mouth was hung open.
“You’re really pretty, Simon.” You bit your lip, tilted your head. He felt his heart beat faster.
“Knock knock knock!! Pearl!”
A sudden voice was heard and Simon quickly put on his mask.
“How is our little Pearl?” Soap’s sickly sweet voice came in, behind him was Captain Price.
“I’m really good, actually .” You smiled at them softly then made eye contact with Simon.
“I’ll need assisting for a while, though.” You said mischievously. Soap laughed at that.
“Well, you sure need it.” Price said looking at Simon.
“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Simon rolled his eyes then got up.
“I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight?”
“You will.”
Simon got out, smacking Soap’s head on his way out. Gaz came in a second later, making you stop your chit chat.
“Well, that was disgusting. But I guess I won the bet!”
You rolled your eyes while laughing at their antics.
You couldn’t wait for the night.
Just like 3 months ago.
That was so rushed. I hate it tbh but this is my second fic and I’ll improve. I just feel like I can’t sum up my fics? Whatever, please like and rb if you liked it!!
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you know what, fuck it we ball. i gave the dani and cass monsterfucker prompts, lemme cook one up for bela real fast in your ask box while i am yet again sleep deprived.
let’s put bela with a lycan (heh). feel like we’ve seen a couple lycan requests, but i’m gonna put a breeding focus on this one. similar to cass’ i guess. sweet, darling bela is gunna have to carry a litter of lycan pups to full term, though.
she’s thinking about that and all the consequences that come with it the whole time she’s getting railed after having been pounced on, and for some reason being unwilling to push the beast off. pheromones? she’s a little loopy on them, it’s clouding her judgement. not to mention this situation, unfortunately, really turns her on, despite the fact that she’s soo anxious about the fat knot smacking against her cunt getting forced inside, and so anxious about being pumped full of so much werewolf cum that makes her look pregnant alone. starts thinking about how many pups she might be given. will it be a whole litter? how many pups come in a lycan litter? how is that going to affect her body? etc. thinks about lactation too. probably gotta produce a whole lot to feed a litter, ya know?
very big on bela mommy issues dimitrescu being a sucker for this kind of stuff deep in the back of her mind. she wants to be a breeding toy, she just doesn’t quite know it. lycan lover will help her out.
picturing them not being able to really speak while transformed. maybe a couple words here and there, but it’s difficult. they’re really mostly a monster right now. not so much of a monster that they won’t give her some sweet aftercare lovin’ while she cockwarms them due to the inflated knot being unlikely to go down for a good while, though. oh, and they’re Hung. “it won’t fit!” kind of hung, but they make it work 🥴
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Hell yeah!🙌 My much needed reminder that I write smut? Perhaps XD At last, after months, poor Bela is getting some monsterfucking loving too, hm? XD Let’s get into it, everyone!
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In one moment, she feels curiosity. In the next, her body tenses as a loud roar is heard echoing in the dimly lit cave. Bela bites down on her lip harshly, her bright, golden eyes scanning over the stony edges of the walls of the cave.
She feels slightly dizzy, her brain fuzzy, her limbs oddly heavy. A thick scent lingers in the air, one she feels strangely tempted to follow.
She can’t recall why she entered the cave in the first place, not usually one for such curiosity.
And yet..now she can’t seem to leave again. As if in a trance, she keeps on walking, uncaring of her heels scraping against the stone and muddy ground. She feels slightly cold, just enough for her to shiver, yet not quite enough to pose a threat.
She jumps a little when she hears a loud snarl again. What is she doing? She can’t seem to resist the scent clouding her judgement and senses.
Bela’s eyes widen slightly for a moment when- at last- she finds the source of this sound. A creature, curled up, yet monstrous in size. If it were to stand, she is sure it would be towering above her, and only stand slightly shorter than Alcina herself.
She keeps on walking, until she stands, frozen, right in front of the creature. Her eyes widen suddenly, as if only now aware of it. What is she to do?
To slay the beast? Gulping, she gazes around the cave, trying to find anything to use to her advantage. However..nothing. She scans the lycan-like monster again.
Large, muscular, with sharp teeth pointing out from its mouth. She shivers again. No, fighting the beast is not an option.
Still, as she stares the creature down..
Bela’s body tenses again, her eyes flickering over it. She sees the sharp claws, the strong torso…
Her eyes land on the large, still limp cock between the creature’s legs. Suddenly, the scent grows stronger, and without understanding why or standing any chance at resisting it, her body lurches forwards, and suddenly her face is smudged against the warm, oddly comforting thigh.
She sees the massive thing twitch, her eyes wandering over the thick knot wearily.
She can’t quite understand. All she does, is feel.
She feels her body submitting to the monster, her pussy aching and drooling, her heart yearning to be close. She doesn’t understand.
As if in a trance, her hands move across her body. She removes her cape and hood, then her dress. Left only in her underwear, stockings and heels, Bela positions herself along the creature’s large arm.
She doesn’t even notice she has begun rutting her clothed pussy against it.
Then, the creature stirs. Her eyes widen, and for a moment she seems able to rip herself away. She turns halfway to her swarm form fast, making for the way out. She recognizes it, is almost there..
Then, she shrieks, as large paw-like hands push against her back and force her to the ground, and the large creature hovers above her. She’s pinned, struggling against the dirty and wet ground.
Then, she tenses, as a long tongue drags against her neck. She shivers, her nose picking up on the creature’s scent that now sticks to her.
Another lick, and another. She feels dizzy almost, her pussy clenching and aching, yearning for the creature’s large cock. She feels shame; has she always been this easy? Surely not! Have years of neglecting her sexual side and sex with the staff turned her into this? Turned her into a slut easy enough to even get turned on by a lycan of all things?! What would Mother think!
Bela gasps when she is turned roughly, her head throbbing for a moment before she can realise what is happening. She feels and hears her clothing tear, sharp teeth and claws slashing through the skin tight dress and grazing her pale, porcelain skin slightly.
She doesn’t attempt to push the creature off, she can’t, and somehow, doesn’t want to. All she feels is its large cock, limp before and slowly hardening against her thigh. To her horror, the thing grows as it hardens, so the monstrosity turns to an even huger dick. She whimpers momentarily.
How could this fit? What’s going to happen to her? Will it breed her? Somewhere in the back of her mind she realises..summer is breeding season.
She gasps when the sandpaper-like tongue drags down her neck, leaving almost slimy saliva in its path. She shivers underneath the lycan, golden eyes taking in the monster’s form. Then, she jumps, when sharp teeth graze her hip.
Suddenly, her head is filled with the desire to be bitten, to be claimed in the most intimate and primal of ways. She yearns for it, suddenly, her mind foggy, her body yearning, her back arching as though presenting her to her captor.
The lycan snarls and growls, and the blonde yelps when she feels the strong tongue lick across her inner thigh next.
“W-Wait!”, she shrieks as a massive hand wraps around her thick thigh, and gasps when she is spread open. With a single bite her underwear is snatched from her, leaving her shivering as the damp air of the cave hits her privates.
To her embarrassment, she is already soaked, her clit pulsing, her lips glistening with the wetness that drips from her.
The beast straddles her fully, its large clawed hands grabbing onto her petite wrists and pinning them above her head. Bela is a mess of thoughts.
What is happening? How come she is enjoying this so much?!
She feels so wet, she needs this so bad.
Never has she felt this turned on in her life..
She must get back! She must escape! Mother will be furious! Cassandra will never let her live it down! Daniela will never give her a break from the jokes and mockery!
She must feel the massive cock in her..so thick, so strong, already twitching as it is aligned to hang proudly between her legs.
Bela whimpers as she feels the thick, glistening wet tip against her tight pussy. Having neglected her needs in favor of working hard, she’s impossibly tight for the large cock dangling between her thighs. Let alone the huge knot…
The thought strikes fear into her mind. How could she possibly take the massive girth? How could her pussy ever recover from the stretch?
How could she take such a large knot? How could it ever fit into her?! What if..
What if she is bred?
Her eyes widen a little at the thought. So what if she is bred? What if the beast pumps load after load of thick cum into her?
The proud heiress of Alcina Dimitrescu, the noblest of her sisters, reduced to a cum dump, made to become a mate and be bred until she carries a litter of lycans in her womb.
She gasps, then screams and moans, as the thick tip pushes into her. Its soft head goes in easily despite the tightness, and Bela moans when, after years, she finally feels full again.
Yet, upon glancing down, she sees that barely the tip has made it in. There is a lot to go, still, and she already feels it as warm, no- hot, precum drools from the monstrous lycan and right into her.
Her thoughts wander more and more the foggier her brain gets and the higher she seems to get on the pheromones and scent surrounding her.
How many lycans make a litter? Two? Three? Six? Seven? Twelve?! She can’t remember, but by the size of the knot sitting at the base of the cock, she must fear for the worst.
Her hip is grabbed, then a strong arm is wrapped around her. She feels more of the cock push itself inside of her.
Her back arches and she feels the arm around her tighten, then can’t help but giggle when she is lifted off the floor.
“A-AAh! AH! Gnmnn!”
She throws her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels more and more fill her.
At last, she feels the knot pushed up against her stretched pussy.
“Ple-Please!”, she gasps. How on earth could she fit that knot into her?! As the creature’s hips pull back and the cock begins to slip out of her, she feels her pussy grip it tightly. It’s as though every part of her body tries to keep the monstrosity in her, as though despite what fears plague her mind, her body is eager and relentless to be bred.
For a moment, shame has her cheeks burn up and flush bright pink. She moans as she feels the long tongue explore her neck and grunts in pleasure as her captor’s hips slap back against her own.
“N-Ngnnm, yes! Y-yes! O-Oh god!”
They draw back, then snap to her again, making her jolt. She tugs her arms half heartedly, and unsurprisingly, the lycan’s grip only tightens on her.
She moans with every little drop of hot wetness that leaks into her. She gasps as thick and heavy balls slap against her ass, plap! Plap! Plap! With every thrust.
So thick..Bela’s head is thrown back as she merely thinks of how much cum they must hold inside. How much she will be made to cold inside.
“I-Oh..yes! Yes! A-Ah!”, she screams. She feels herself pushed closer and closer to her orgasm already within moments of this treatment.
But really, she can’t be blamed! Not when poor Bela’s pussy and body is unused to such treatment, when she clenches tightly around the cock and feels it stretch her more with every thrust.
And how can she be blamed, when she feels the thick tip push up against the back of her womb when it is fully nestled inside of her, when she feels the wet head rub up against her pink, spongy and wet insides.
She groans and moans, louder and louder and louder.
And the creature seems painfully aware of her state. She is grabbed hard and yanked about, her petite body used to practically jerk her up and down on the massive cock.
When she cums embarrassingly fast, tears begin to run down her cheek. Yet she yearns for more, fear and arousal filling her mind when she feels the heavy knot push up against her.
Even with a stretched pussy, she can’t imagine a single way such a thing could fit into her!
She gasps and moans loudly with every thrust into her wet and tight cunt. Each causes the thick knot to smack against her and nearly has her flinch each time.
Truly, she can’t grasp how such a thing could ever fit into her!
It seems, too, her monstrous captor couldn’t care less that she came. If anything, Bela feels the talons holding her tightening and the cock within her twitch.
Yes, she can imagine she is quite warm, wet and tight around the beast now. And still she gasps and moans high pitched with every little thrust and move into and out of her.
She is yanked and pulled, the rough treatment accompanied by almost sweet licks against her neck. She feels lightheaded already, little sighs escaping her thick lips here and there.
As she is fucked faster and she feels more and more precum drip into her, her attention is pulled to the fact she is being bred yet again.
And again, it feels her with a strange warmth that has her cheeks heat up, her ass clench and her pussy grip the cock stretching her sore tightly.
She wonders, will she bear a round stomach as she carries a litter of Lycans? The thought has her whimper and arch her back as best as she can.
Yes, she is already reeking of the creature, after all!
Will her breasts grow even larger and ache, so full of milk for her little pups? Bela gasps at the thought alone.
“N-A-AAh! AH! Ah! Yes! YES!”
She screams, loud and passionate, when she suddenly feels the teeth that have been rubbing against her neck push inside.
Warmth spreads throughout her body. She’s shaking, trembling and moaning, gasping and shrieking as she cums again. She knows, deep down, the bite has claimed her as the creature’s.
She groans when she suddenly feels cum be shot into her, massive amounts enough to cover her entire face- head even- if it was shot into it.
She squirms helplessly as she is pumped full of it, her arms held tightly, her neck forced still by sharp teeth, her pussy plugged with the cock as more and more cum floods her insides.
Her eyes widen as she looks down and finds her own stomach, growing more and more the more seed is pumped inside. She whines, her legs attempting to cross, her hips trembling in an attempt to move. But the large cock stays inside, and the beast only snarls angrily at her foolishness.
Soon, her stomach is round and full, large enough for poor Bela to let herself lean fully against the ground and the lycan, too weak and sore to carry the unexpected weight of her cum-filled stomach.
Already, it looks as though the monster impregnated her.
For a moment, the creature only pants. Bela catches her breath at last as she moves her hand to her neck, her bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth as she feels two large bite marks on there. Blood smears around it, but below the sweet fluid, she feels the puncture wounds.
Then, however, her excitement is cut short and replaced by terror, arousal and fear.
The knot.
She mewls as it presses against her stretched pussy, harder and harder. She feels it throb and its warmth, its sheer size…
“It won’t fit!”, she pleads. The creature seems to think otherwise, as it snarls and growls, its grip tightening on Bela for a moment. She gasps when she is flipped over, so now her bare breasts are pushed up against the hard rock and muddy ground.
Her round stomach aches as it rests on the floor and poor little Bela whimpers in embarrassment as she feels more cum leak from her pussy again with every single breath.
She feels her leg be pulled to the aside and shivers slightly as the warm air of the cave hits her wet privates.
Then, she feels the knot push against her again. The monstrous lycan mounts her easily, its sheer size alone dominating the blonde.
Then, with a scream and a moan of pleasure, she feels it, finally. The knot, impossibly big, forced into her soaked pussy and sealing it like a plug. She whimpers and moans loudly.
She is grabbed tightly, her stomach a shameful, but arousal reminder of her new status as this monster’s mate and breeding puppet.
She gasps when there is even slight movement. More, and more. The creature can’t thrust into her with the knot in the way, but even the smallest of movements and turns give both insane amount of pleasure.
Bela is panting again quickly, her hands cupping her stomach and breast. She feels the blood pour from her neck, down her collarbone and past her breasts.
She feels her last orgasm of the day rising already within a few moments, her body seemingly automatically responding to the large knot inside.
When the creature bends down to lick her swollen stomach, she nearly cums from it alone. Yes…all this seed in her, the knot..she knows, she will be bred and impregnated.
Her cheeks heat up, her nipples harden, her ass clenches and tightens around nothing. Her pussy milks the cock and knot in her.
Bela whimpers and moans, pants even. She can’t bring her mind to think of anything but being what she is made to be now, a breeding toy. A future mother to a litter of lycans.
She thinks of her round belly, her sore and aching breasts leaking milk, a dozen little wolves running around.
She thinks of possessiveness, the one the creature has already showered her in.
A few more movements, and with a scream, the beautiful blonde cums again. She mewls as her mate does the same, the large, hard knot at least shrinking slightly in her.
She is held close as she whimpers and cries, her stretched pussy pumped full to the brink, so much so her own cum and the creature’s heavy, thick one. She feels the cum drip and smear everywhere, even.
Then, it seems over at last. Her eyes are heavy, her stomach even rounder and fuller. The knot rests in her, as if still acting like a plug that traps the creature’s seed in her.
Exhausted, she allows the large thing to shift her. She feels soft fur against her, and a gentle tongue running along her throat and stomach.
It’s almost..lovingly.
With a smile on her lips, she allows her eyes to slip shut
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One
It started with silence. Husk was never one to speak unless he had something to say. But when Angel came home from one of his many shifts, he always had something to poke at. Something to push and pry. Get a rise out of Angel and make him admit that he needed someone to talk to. That something was wrong.
Truthfully, something was wrong. It was always wrong when he came home from a shift, tired and bruised. Makeup a little heavier than when he left, depending on how the day went.
Today was too different. And then the day bled into night, and Angel felt the pull on his bones to go to a club. To drown himself in alcohol and coke, or something stronger, just to feel the haze start to erase his mind. Find some guy who wanted to fuck him, because most of them did anyway, just so that the last person who touched him wasn’t Valentino.
Maybe then, he would be able to sleep a bit better.
But instead, he went home. His new home where he was trying to be better, trying to change. To be a person that looked in the mirror and didn’t hate what he saw. He went home with a fresh bruise around his eye, already starting to purple, and his limbs so exhausted they might just fall off the bone. But he was still ready for the accusations of the man standing behind the bar.
Except they never came.
Instead, his drink was already poured and placed at his seat at the bar. The condensation just beginning to form on the glass, waiting for him. And he didn’t even have to ask.
Angel sits down, taking a sip. The faint taste of alcohol rests on his tongue before he swallows. He’s tempted to ask for something stronger. Something to wipe his mind off the day he just had. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he looks at Husk and feels everything start to fade away. The man just cleaning glasses, putting them away softly. Waiting for Angel to say the first word between them. Waiting for Angel to choose to speak.
Giving Angel a chance to breathe.
“Not going to say anything, Whiskers?” Angel teases, trying to get under the other’s skin. Still unsure of what is slowly blooming between them.
When Husk turns his face and looks at Angel for the first time since he left this morning, Angel’s breath can’t help but stutter. And his heart stopped like he almost died again.
“What do you want me to say?” Husk replies in his low, uncaring voice. Even though Angel was starting to see right through it.
Angel huffed. “Well, normally you have somethin’ to say whenever I get home.”
“Well,” Husk leans on the bar, “sometimes ‘normally’ changes. And you looked like you didn’t want to talk, so I didn't say anything. But if you want to talk, I’ll listen.”
Angel’s mouth is suddenly dry.
The dynamic between the two of them shifted some time ago, and Angel couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe it was a few months ago when Angel went out and Husk was the one who came looking. Maybe it was the time Cherri brought them out and Angel said no to the pills. Or maybe it was right before the battle when all Angel wanted to do was sit and talk to Husk. And the look that he knew painted his face as soon as Husk looked away.
The same face he felt the want to make now.
But now, he was tired. He felt used. His body was calling for sleep, and Angel knew he needed to go to bed. To his cold, empty bed.
Swallowing the rest of his drink, he stands. Takes a moment to bring the rest of his strength to his legs enough so he can walk up the stairs.
“Thanks for the drink, Husk,” Angel says with a slight yawn. Too tired to talk with his persona, so he just talks. “Night.”
“Have a good night,” Husk says while Angel walks away. Each word pulling him back to his bar seat. Where he could talk to Husk for hours, or just sit there in the other’s safe company.
As he walks towards the stairs, Angel feels the familiar tingle underneath his skin that lets him know he’s being watched. Only this time, he doesn’t mind it. Doesn’t feel pressured to put on a show.
Instead, he turns back and looks, catching Husk’s eyes for just a second before the other man turns away. A smile finds its way to Angel’s face and stays there until he finally falls asleep.
Two
“But I don’t want to marry the boring old duke,” the dead roach in Nifty’s hand says in the high-pitched voice it’s been designated. “He’s too boring.”
“Well that’s too bad,” the other roach with a much deeper voice grumbles. “You have to for the family.”
The roach puppet shows are always something new. Angel was a bit disturbed by it all at first, but when the TV breaks down as much as it does, there’s only so much entertainment. And if he was being honest, Nifty scared him, but he would never admit that.
But it made her happy, and kept him out of the stabbing line, so he watched. Laughed even. Enjoyed himself with people he grew to care about. Was able to let loose for a while.
Husk even joined in for this show on the couch instead of behind the bar. He was grumbling about being forced to care about this shit, but everyone knew it was just a facade.
Deep down, old Husker was a big softie. And Angel liked him for it. Liked the way he got to tease him about it.
Just for a second, Angel shifts his head under the ruse of fixing his hair, looking at Husk to his left. Just sitting with his arms crossed and a smirk resting on his face. At peace. Calm.
It was moments like these that Angel enjoyed the most. Where they could pretend that their lives were normal and the fate of their existence wasn’t constantly up in the air. Where the chain wrapped around Angel’s neck was looser, and Husk’s was too as long as Alastor didn’t need them.
They could be free for a moment. A brief fleeting moment, but it still felt amazing.
Angel ends up staring a bit too long, and Husk turns to catch Angel’s eye before he quickly turns away. Feeling a faint flush bloom in his cheeks, as if he was embarrassed.
Angel Dust doesn’t get embarrassed, not like this. He’s brash and flirtatious. Made every sex joke in the book, and every sex act in the book. Was the first to talk and fast to spit back the next line. He was great at improvising shit. But he didn’t want to improvise this.
Husk shifts beside him. Moving his arms so that one rests on the arm of the couch, holding his head, while the other rests in between his and Angel’s legs. Lightly brushing against Angel’s lower hand, lying open facing upwards.
It’s so soft that Angel would normally brush it off, but can’t. The first brush is an accident, the second is a coincidence, the third is purposeful. Especially with the gentle press against Angel’s finger. Like Husk is telling him that his hand is resting between them for a reason.
Angel looks down, watches as the finger stays still. It did what it needed to do, got Angel’s attention. After that, it was all up to Angel for what happened. Husk wasn’t going to push, not with this.
Gently, Angel slides his hand into Husk’s. Letting their fingers lock into place. With his lower hand, as the upper two are crossed over his chest. He may not be afraid of the spotlight, but sometimes things are best kept a secret. Silent.
Most of the things Husk does are quiet. Silent judging from behind the bar, simple smiles or smirks. He wasn’t one for big shows of affection, or anything really. On the outside, Husk was a man who cared about nothing other than booze and the cards in his hand. But on the inside, Husk cared more than he liked to admit.
And he cared about Angel.
So much so that he didn’t pull his hand away when Angel interlocked their fingers. Instead, he just gave it a squeeze, gently rubbing his thumb against Angel’s. Silent, simple, and sincere.
Nifty’s maniacal laughter brings Angel’s attention back to the roach show he was supposed to be paying attention to.
“And then, because she was forced to marry the very boring duke, she stabbed him in the chest while he was sleeping,” Nifty yells, no longer pretending to play with the roaches and fully just stabbing the duke with a sharp needle.
“Fucking Christ,” Angel mumbles. “That got dark.”
Husk chuckles. “Yeah well, it’s Nifty, what did you expect?”
“I’m not sure.”
Three
“And then I said, ‘If you like him so much, go ask him out on a date,’ and he got so mad his entire screen of a face glitches. Like he actually glitched out like a fuckin’ broken TV,” Angel laughs.
Husk lets out a low chuckle, cleaning up Angel’s latest empty glass. “Overlord’s and their shitty tempers.”
“Literally. And then Val gets all pissy just because I offended his boyfriend. It was worth it though just to see the sick fuck go off on a tirade. The shoot ended early cause Val needed to do damage control or some shit.”
“Ah, that’s why you’re bugging me this early in the day. Normally I get a few hours of peace before you defile the bar with your presence.”
Angel props his head up with his hands. “Aww Husky, and here I thought you were starting to like me.”
“And what if I was,” Husk asks, looking Angel up and down.
Blood rushes to Angel’s cheeks. He’s used to being hit on. Used to being the object of desire. But just that, an object. Angel Dust was who the people wanted. The persona, the whore. All things that Angel usually prided himself on. He did like sex after all.
But this was different. When people hit on him, they wanted something. He knew that, they knew that. It was all just a ruse to get him into bed and sleep with the famous porn star. Didn’t matter if Angel was left broken afterward, or if he was too drugged or high to remember who it was. It was purely physical. That’s all Angel was used to.
This wasn’t physical. Whenever Husk gave it back after one of Angel’s lines, it was real. Husk didn’t bullshit. He gave it straight, not caring what others thought of him. Always said his opinion, not caring if anyone asked to hear it. It wasn’t easy to get on his good side. Until it was.
Until Husk looked at him with those eyes after saying a line that was geared to make Angel pounce. But instead, it just melts everything inside of him to a useless fucking puddle on the ground. Leaving him vulnerable and defenseless. But he didn’t care, because Husk made Angel feel something again. Something real instead of just pure pain.
Part of him was terrified. It’s been so long since he felt like this, and the last time he did left him fucking broken in more ways than he could count. He should be cautious, should run away. Lock himself in the deep confines of his mind and let Angel Dust take over again. Ruin all of his progress just to get high and forget all over again.
But the other part of him wants to reach out. Grab the thing that it’s always wanted, but never got to have. Finally find a way to break free of the chains and live the life that he wanted to. That he chose. Angel was born into a certain life that he couldn’t get out of, and was bound by a contract in his afterlife.
Maybe just this once, Angel would get to choose something that would end up making him happy.
“Well,” Angel says. “That would just mean there’s a big softie behind all that fluff.”
Husk huffs, rolling his eyes, mixing a drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“If you say so.” Angel watched Husk pour the drink into a glass. “That looks like a fruity drink ya got there. Not normally your style.”
“No, it’s not,” Husk laughs. “That’s because it’s not for me.” He places the drink in front of Angel, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pours a drink for himself.
Angel stares at the drink in front of him. “I-. How did you know this is what I wanted? I didn’t ask for it.”
“You went to work so you wanted something strong to begin with to cool down but the day wasn’t terrible and you’re in a good mood right now, so you want to switch to something more flavorful on the tongue,” Husk rattles off as if it’s nothing. “Am I right?”
Angel feels as if he can’t move. Heart pounding in his ears with something that feels like panic. Like his shell was ripped away and he’s left defenseless and raw. Open for anyone to see what hides inside.
And Husk is just waiting for a response as if this wasn’t a whole psychoanalyzed therapist situation. Like he didn’t just read Angel perfectly in a way no one has before. Or in a way that he ever wanted.
The walls threaten to rebuild, the mask already halfway down his face. He has to remind himself that this was Husk. Husk was safe. He wouldn’t play with Angel’s mind, with his emotions. He wasn’t a psychopath freak. He cares.
Husk knowing Angel wasn’t a bad thing, so Angel shouldn’t make it a bad thing.
“Yeah,” Angel whispers, mouth dry. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He takes a sip of the drink, almost tipping it higher to throw it back in one gulp. Get on with it so he can stop feeling so vulnerable. So known. But when the sweet taste of the drink hits his tongue, with the slight tinge of the strong alcohol that can’t quite get covered up, it doesn’t betray him. If anything, it’s better than the hundreds of drinks he’s had like this before. Because someone knew him enough to know exactly what he wanted before he could say it, and it was right.
It wasn’t an assumption that was harmful or wrong. Wasn’t one that put pressure on Angel to say yes to. It was a simple drink with nothing attached. Nothing hidden inside. Nothing in the space between the lines.
Angel takes another sip, reveling in the taste of it. In the experience. Husk continues the conversation, saying something that makes Angel laugh. Really laugh. The kind that makes eyes water and lungs heave.
And for the first time, Angel doesn’t feel afraid of being known. Not if he’s being known like this.
Four
Angel wakes up to Fat Nuggets rubbing gently against his face. A small beam of light came through his open blinds illuminating his room. Soft sheets tangled around his limbs as sleep calls to him again.
Gently shooing away Fat Nuggets, Angel rolls over, Untangling the sheets and pulling them up to his chin. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table before closing his eyes again. Only for the time to register as his eyes fly open.
“Fuck, it’s ten,” he whispers to himself, one of his hands running through his hair. Charlie never lets him sleep this late, not on days when there are seminars and lessons. Picking up his phone, he checks the shared calendar for the hotel. There was definitely supposed to be an activity this morning.
Charlie’s never late. And never misses his absence. If he didn’t wake up himself, she wasn’t far behind to burst into his room along with the harsh light from the hallway. Why was he allowed to sleep this late? Undisturbed?
Not that he’s complaining, really. For the first time in a while, he actually feels refreshed. Looks like it too, without any help from his makeup bag. And if no one has come to get him yet, he might as well make the best of it.
Getting up from his bed, he notices a piece of paper that was slipped under his door. Picking it up, he reads the note.
Convinced Charlie to give the hotel a day off and let you sleep. Take a bath or some shit.
-Husk
Angels smiles to himself, laughing a little. Places the note on his dresser before walking to the bathroom. Bringing a set of comfortable clothes with him.
He washes his face, does his hair. Everything he normally does but slower, more carefree. He has time in the morning for once. He savors it. Gets dressed in a sweatshirt and soft shorts. Puts on less makeup than normal. Relaxes. Because he can.
He spies the note on his dresser again. Picking it up and reading it again. Angel hasn’t felt like this in a long time. Like his heart was lighter in his chest. Like everything felt lighter. Even the corners of his lips rise without him telling them to. A stupid smile forms, he knows. But he lets it stay. Real things deserve to stay.
Walking over to his mirror, he takes a piece of tape and sticks the note to the side among the other pictures. He doesn’t really know why. Just that it needed to be there. And if it happened to be underneath a picture that Angel forced Husk to take with him, that was his business.
When he does go downstairs, there is laughter coming from the living room. Charlie and Vaggie sit on the couch watching a movie. Nifty is running around chasing bugs. Alastor is fuck knows where but that’s not important.
What is important is Husk standing behind the bar like he always is. Cleaning some glasses that are probably already clean just to bide time. He didn’t have to work today, Charlie gave them a day off. Which should include Husk. But there he is waiting behind the bar for Angel. Like he always is.
Husk sees him approaching and smiles at him, even if Angel knows he tried not to. “Thought I wasn’t going to see you till noon,” Husk comments as Angel takes a seat.
“Thought about it, but then I wouldn’t be here talking with you.” Angel rests his head on his hand. “Thank you.”
Husk looks down at the bar, a little sheepish. There might even be a blush behind all that fur. “What for?”
Angel laughs. “If you wanted to stay anonymous, you shouldn’t have left a note.”
“That would be a dead ringer,” Husk snorts. “There’s still some breakfast left if you’re hungry.”
“Only if you come eat some with me. I don’t like to eat alone,” Angel flirts. It wasn’t exactly untrue, he does prefer to eat with other people around. Just doesn’t most of the time. “You said Charlie gave the hotel a day off, that should include you, Whiskers.” He reaches across the bar to poke Husk’s nose.
Husk swats his hand away. “Not exactly how that works. I work here.”
“So,” Angel questions, determined to give him some time off too.
“Just how it is,” Husk shrugs, going back to cleaning glasses.
“For fuck’s sake,” Angel turns, looking toward the living room. “Hey Charlie,” he calls out, “Can Husk have the day off too?”
“Absolutely,” Charlie beams. “We all have the day off today, including the lovely staff.”
“See,” Angel gloats, turning back to Husk. “So unless you really don’t want to have breakfast with me, you are out of excuses, Husky.”
Husk sighs, finishing the glass he was polishing and placing it back on the shelf. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he starts to leave the bar. “Aren’t you coming?”
Angel can’t help the smile that forms on his face. “You can say this is my payback, for this morning.” He walks with Husk to the kitchen.
“Don’t have to pay me back, it was nothing.”
“Oh my fucking god, can’t let me say thank you, can you? You did somethin’ nice for me let me thank you for it.”
Husk smirks. “No.”
Five
Angel isn’t quite sure how he’s still standing. He can’t feel his legs, having become numb halfway through his shift and stayed that way since then. His arms fall limp at his sides, barely able to reach the door handle when he gets to the hotel.
This is a new for him. He is never this sore. Never this tired. Never this used. Today was excruciating, to say the least. Val was pissed about something and took it out on him. Like normal. Like always. But this time was worse. It just keeps getting worse.
There was a time when Angel liked his job. Liked the attention it gave him. The money. The fame. But now all of that is a sick reminder of the permanency of ink-stained paper. And a name that is no longer his.
Now, he comes home bone tired and ready to crash for a millennium. But harsh reality comes in each morning in the form of a wake-up call and breakfast that he can barely stomach. He wants to just sleep. Hoping that when he wakes up he’s able to wash what happened to him away in the shower. Knowing that it’s all just going to happen again. And again. Forever.
Last week’s surprise was a blessing. Getting more than five hours of sleep, feeling refreshed. He hoped the same miracle would come tomorrow. With another note under his door that makes him feel like everything doesn’t suck. That tells him that someone does actually care about him.
Somehow that was possible. Somehow Husk could look at all the ways Angel was fucked up and still decide that he deserved another glance. Angel knows he doesn’t deserve it. There was so much better out there than him. With everything that was broken, not able to be fixed. He was damaged goods and knew what that meant.
The door doesn’t even shut before Angel falls into it, slamming it closed. His legs shake as he tries to stay standing, trying to push himself off the door. Eyes spying the stairs that taunt him. Will take everything out of him. Just one flight between him and his bed. Where the satin sheets can cover up the marks that will be bruises, and the tears can fall where no one sees.
All he has to do is climb the stairs.
He takes a trembling step forward, coming into the light of the hotel. A few more steps and his knees buckle. He starts to fall. But gray flashes before his eyes and suddenly he isn’t falling anymore. Warm arms wrap around his torso, holding him upright.
“Come on,” Husk mumbles, throwing Angel’s right arms over his shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Angel has a line waiting at the tip of his tongue, but doesn’t have the energy to say it. Or to protest the idea of being helped. When he’s fully upright again, he leans all he can on Husk, feeling the slight relief of less weight on his feet.
The stairs prove as difficult as Angel thought they would be, but he doesn’t fall. Husk doesn’t let him. He almost picks Angel up entirely in order to get them both up the stairs. Angel almost lets him.
When they reach Angel’s room, Husk opens the door and carefully walks them through the doorway. Fat Nuggets runs up to them, rubbing at Angel’s leg when he senses that something’s wrong.
Husk leads Angel to the bed, pulling back the sheets before helping Angel lay down. There’s part of Angel’s mind that has a blaring siren. A warning that things are going to turn bad as soon as the door closes. But this is Husk. He hasn’t hurt Angel yet, he wouldn’t start now.
“You need help getting changed?” Husk asks gently, placing a glass of water on Angel’s bedside table.
Angel tries to ignore what that means when other people say it. Just focusing on what it means when Husk does. “Just, just help me get the jacket off. And the boots.”
The room is still dark, so Husk can’t see what lies underneath. The marks, the faint bruises still left on his skin. Part of the job, for most of them. But some of them, they’re damning. But even if the light was on, Angel had a feeling that Husk wouldn’t say anything about them right now. He’d ask later, let Angel decide if he wanted to share or not. He can tell that tonight has already been enough.
Husk helps him sit up, undoing the buttons on the front of his jacket. Gently sliding the fabric off his arms, leaving him bare. Taking off his boots next, leaving him in his socks. Angel points him to the drawer in his dresser that holds the soft shirts he likes to sleep in.
There’s something intimate about this moment. Being taken care of without any pretenses or conditions. By someone who cares more deeply than they’d like to admit. Even being here in this moment is something that wouldn’t have happened a few months ago. The walls each of them built over time started to lower together. And it led to this.
As the fabric gets pulled over his head, and onto his upper pair of arms, Angel feels safe. Safe with another person seeing him like this. Without a camera in sight, or payment in the end. That all stops the second his eyes meet Husks. When he starts to feel love for the first time in a long time. Maybe ever.
It hits Angel like a truck when Husk helps him lay down in his bed. Angel loves him. He didn’t even know if that was possible anymore. After the last time he fell in love went to shit, he swore it off all together. Determined that anyone that would ever spare him a second glance would want one thing and then fuck out of his life forever.
But here Angel is completely defenseless, and Husk doesn’t make him feel like he is. It might be common decency, and his bar for romance might be six feet under, but that face makes his heart pound faster than it ever has. With a singular word, Husk would stop what he’s doing and leave. Angel doesn’t want him to, though. He very much does not want him to.
The sheets are draped over Angel’s shoulders, covering him in warmth. Sleep calls to him, his eyes almost closing when his head finally hits the pillow. He needs to say something before he can sleep.
“Wait,” Angel says, reaching out to grab Husk’s arm when he turns to leave. “Stay, please.”
Angel doesn’t like to be alone on nights like this. Before he moved to the hotel, Cherri would sneak in through the window and stay with him. Lay next to him when he cried after the high wore off and the hurt set in. Now was different, he was sober, for what it was worth. It only made the hurt worse, though.
The only reason why he isn’t crying right now is because he’s too tired for the tears to form. For the anger to bubble and the rage to set in. To want to find a way to go over to Val’s stupid fucking studio and rip the wings off his chest and put a million bullets through his head. He can’t, but he wants to.
But he still wants another person here when he falls asleep. Extra protection. For his body and his mind. If that person was specifically Husk, it shouldn’t matter that much. Yet it did. He was in love for Christ’s sake. Even if it wasn’t reciprocated, he wanted to pretend like it was. To feel safe with someone for just another moment. To go to sleep thinking that hell might be heaven enough for them.
Husk doesn’t say another word, but walks around the bed. Angel rolls over with a wince and holds the covers up for him, letting him know that it was ok. The bed dips when Husk lays down, keeping a small distance between them. Angel wants it gone, but that could be a later issue.
Right now, his eyes finally shut as he finally falls asleep.
+One
Warmth radiates beside Angel when he starts to wake up. Comforting warmth. Such a drastic difference from the cold sheets that greet him each morning. Enough to pull him back to sleep. Comfortable sleep.
Angel moves closer to the warmth. He falls back asleep.
When he wakes up again, his eyes blink open fully this time. Confused at the textured feeling under his hand. Running his fingers through what feels like fur, the events of last night come back to the forefront of his mind. His eyes finally meet Husk’s sleeping face.
It’s so peaceful. So quiet. Other than the heavy breaths and gentle snores. A smile finds Angel’s face as he takes it all in. He feels so safe it’s crazy. And so many other things that he can barely name. Mushy, mostly.
He takes his hand and brings it up to Husk’s face, brushing past his cheek and gently scratching at the side of his neck. Husk makes a sound, scaring Angel into thinking that he woke up. But he just lays his head back down and his heavy breaths resume. This time with a slight purr.
It’s stupid how much this makes Angel feel. How soft he feels. Finally knowing what all of those love songs were talking about. He thought them stupid back when he was alive, even more so when he was dead. It was all fake, too good to be true. But good and true were synonymous now. There’s no mistaking it anymore.
Peaceful, is all Angel can think. He didn’t know love was supposed to be this peaceful. It never seemed like it was. With the screaming matches his parents would have, and the way people treated him. Love never seemed this way.
He’s sure that there will be moments where it won’t feel peaceful. Where he’ll mess up and cause an argument, defenses raised. Knowing how he can be when he’s upset. When he feels broken and unfixable. Husk’s already seen some of it, back when Angel didn’t care about him like this. Husk ever held him against it. Letting that moment be in the past. Even in the moment, Husk didn’t make Angel feel lesser, only equal.
“I love you,” Angel whispers in the dark. Not even realizing that the words slipped out of his mouth. Needing to say the words somewhere other than his head in order to make them feel real.
He doesn’t know what he’s going to do about it. Or if Husk even feels the same. There’s something between them, he can feel it. But this. This is so much more than attraction. So much more than a drunken night or tangled sheets. Angel wants more than the physical this time. Without even knowing what the physical is. They’ve never even kissed, let alone anything else.
Yet, he feels so sure about this. So fucking sure it scares him.
“I love you, too,” Husk whispers back, his eyes opening slightly.
Angel pulls back his hand in shock, fear filling his head. “What?”
Husk’s wings stretch out in a flutter as he lets out a yawn. “I said I love you.”
“I thought you were asleep,” Angel says in disbelief, not registering what Husk had said.
Husk laughs. “I wasn’t really, could still hear you.”
Angel rolls onto his back, burying his face in all four of his hands. “Fucking hell, this is so embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing?” Husk props himself up on his arm.
“Because I only said what I said because I thought you were asleep. Now you’re awake and probably thinking I’m this fucking idiot and whatever friendship we had is now fucking ruined because I opened my stupid fucking mouth. Cause you don’t feel the same. How could you when I’m such a broken fucking mess? I just-. Just don’t hate me, please. I can’t lose you just because I was stupid.”
Angel doesn’t look at Husk until he starts laughing. Full on laughing, dropping down onto the bed and rubbing his hands down his face. A flush finds Angel’s face, and embarrassment fills him as he turns his head away. Making him want to curl up and make himself smaller.
Bearing his soul to another person wasn’t easy, but it was easier when it was Husk. Now he’s shared one of the most vulnerable things anyone can, and Husk is laughing at him.
“I get I was an idiot, but you don’t have to laugh at me like that, asshole.” Angel sits up, pulling his legs close to his chest and resting his chin on his knee.
“No,” Husk gets out between laughs. “No, no, that’s not why I’m laughing. Did you hear what I said at all?”
He knew Husk said something, but didn’t pay attention. Too riddled with shock and embarrassment for anything to register. “No,” he admits, sheepish.
Husk sits up and Angel can feel his gaze. “Angel, could you look at me for a second?”
Angel turns his head, not sure what he’s expecting. But Husk’s face is so soft, so gentle. Looking at Angel with admiration instead of disgust. Like Angel’s something special instead of a piece of broken glass left on the ground. Without trying, his heart starts to beat a little faster and there’s the tight pull of nerves at his stomach. He doesn’t feel like he ruined anything anymore.
“I said that I love you. All of you. Everything that you think is broken and everything that I know isn’t,” Husk says like he means it. Like this isn’t just some big joke.
“You love me?” Angel whispers, waiting for the other shoe to drop and the curtain to come crashing down. No one can say those words and truly mean them. No one has. Even if his heart is telling him that this is true, his brain convinces him that it’s fake.
Husk shifts closer to Angel, gently pulling Angel’s hands away from his legs. Breaking down his defenses. The touch so gentle, so nondemanding. He’s not asking for anything other than Angel to understand. To tell the voice in his head whispering it’s a trap to shut up. There’s no pressure behind the movements. No expectations.
“I love you,” Husk states, like it’s some fact in a history book. Taking his hands and cupping Angel’s face, brushing a stray strand of hair up out of the way. “And I’ll say it as many times as it takes you to believe it.”
Angel forgot what it felt like to have something like this. Where the sparks are so bright they’re almost visible. Tension so thick not even the sharpest blade could cut through it. Both people in it just as much as the other. With nothing else behind the words they said. Just pure truth.
A soft smile forms on Angel’s face. And if a small line of tears formed in his eyes, no one mentioned it. “I love you, too.”
Husk for the first time in what feels like forever, is left speechless. Mouth opening and closing, like he’s trying to say something but nothing comes. Instead, the softest smile forms on his face. Like Angel just did something that was worth the world to Husk.
He doesn’t understand it. With the way Husk was, it was easy to love him. No one ever wanted to see past the persona enough to actually care about Angel. That’s all Husk wanted to do. Everything else paired with that, it was easy to fall. Angel on the other hand, he’s harder to deal with. Loving him is harder.
It doesn’t feel like it anymore. Not with the way Husk holds him like he doesn’t believe it’s real. Expression is rich with disbelief. Maybe he too was scared that this was never going to happen. That someone could never love him for the way he is.
Being honest with himself, Angel knows that Husk isn’t perfect. The same ways that he isn’t perfect either. They both have their vices. Their reasons why they’re here. But despite all of that, they found each other. Someone who can understand better than anyone else in the hotel. Maybe even in Hell.
Angel takes his hand and cups Husk’s face. Revels in the way Husk presses into the touch. Using the others, he pulls Husk closer, letting their foreheads meet. Letting this moment be this moment and not pushing for anything else. Even if he wanted to, they had time.
Husk takes a deep breath, still a part of him not believing this is real. Angel’s feeling the same. Pulling back, Husk looks at Angel studying his face. Eyes drifting down to his lips before jumping back to his eyes. Angel does the same, nodding slowly.
When their lips meet, it’s nothing that Angel’s ever experienced before. He’s kissed a lot of people, but never like this. Never where his love was truly reciprocated. Where there’s no pushing in the motion, using it as a key to something else. The other person wanting only this and nothing else.
It’s refreshing. All of this is.
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❝ 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐁❞ - 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒. 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑. 𝐡𝐜
⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fingering, oral, MANHANDLING, bottom!reader, top!toji, top!gojo, top!sukuna, black!reader
𝐀𝐍. dude. episode two…had my toes curled and backed arched. Mappa is feeding us good with Toji content 😩
- 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱
- 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
Being rivals with Fushiguro wasn't all that fun you would say.
It would always be insults thrown at one another, gun fights, physical fights, arguing and overall a bunch of nonsense. But…you do kinda have to admit this little rivalry you both have does cause some sexual attraction between you both.. you'll be lying if you didn't say he was an attractive guy with that slutty waist of his. Toji can say the same for you, you’re an very attractive women with a nice ass- in all truth be told he might've taken a peek or two whenever you guys were fighting but you don't know that and he's gonna keep it that way.
You and Toji were yet in another fight. Apparently says someone put a bounty on your head worth millions, of course he wasn’t gonna kill you because if he did he wouldn’t have anyone else to fight :( or fuck for that matter…You were first to swing which he of course dodged it by grabbing your wrist flicking it downwards an attempt to break it but you were quick enough to get your kick in kicking him good in his mouth, you scoffed feeling his hand release from your wrist towards his mouth stumbling back to recollect himself, he wiped his thumb across his bottom lip looking down to see faded blood on the skin, he scoffed. "You doing okay over there? It was just a small little kick. It couldn't possibly have made you stumble back like that, yeah?" You teased with a raised brow, he grinned wiping his mouth clean, "Shouldn't have done that.” You scoffed standing back up getting into your fighting position, "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, Fushiguro.”
You shouldn't have said that.
Almost in an instant he struck back, it was so fast you barely had time to react. It was swing after swing you couldn't get any of your attacks in, when he saw an opening he smirked swinging his punch towards your face perfectly hitting you in your mouth making you stumble back cussing under your breath wiping your mouth with your sleeve, before you know it you felt him push you against the old table pinning you against it with your chest laying on the surface hands pinned behind your back. You growled trying to get out of his hold pulling as hard as you can but due to Toji being more bigger and stronger than you it was no use. But that didn’t make you give up you kept trying to get your hands free, even lifting yourself up only to get slammed back onto the table with a grunt freezing in place feeling his clothed member push up against your butt with his chest on top of your back,"What happened?" He teased, you scowled trying to get your hands free again but from the tight hold he has on you, you didn't get anywhere. "Let me go Fushiguro." You struggled to say holding back an obvious moan when you felt his member rub more against your ass, he raised a brow catching the slight struggle of the sentence. "Ha? You sure you want me to let you go?" He said with a low voice, you hated the fact that you clenched around the air feeling butterflies enter your stomach.
Shit are you getting horny during a fight? He smirked upon hearing you stay quiet before he bucked his hips more into you slighting, grinding his dick against you hearing the choked moan leave you, “I think i got my answer don't you think?" He purred as you 're starting to lose focus by how good this feeling was, you 're supposed to be fighting not being horny! But shit you couldn't help it, him having you pinned like this with him behind you made your body hot. "You know, i will admit you look pretty hot like this, being pinned with me behind you practically giving me a chance to do whatever i want with you." He whispered, you groaned at the slight dirty words that was said, you were like a prey that got captured by the predator who was hungry for you..starving for you. Toji looked down at you with a lustful gaze and smirk on his face.
You jerked forward feeling his hand go to your ass, trailing his fingertips down to the hem of your pants, before he moved any further he leaned towards your ear, "You want this?" In an instant you nodded your head, you couldn't take this anymore you wanted him inside you right now. “Yes. please i want you inside now." You whimpered, you didn't care if you took a 180 turn from your mood you wanted to be fucked. Again. When he heard the green for go he roughly tugged down your pants along with your panties exposing your lower half to him, he ran his hands to his pants pulling his pants down along with his boxers taking his dick in his hand slowly stroking himself with small groans leaving his mouth, You started to get impatient from the long wait, you whined from the emptiness and cold as you backed your hips back against him. He chuckled, "So impatient," He groaned, "Finna ruin you baby." Almost immediately when he got done prepping himself you felt his tip enter your hole, you breathed in letting your head relax on the table with moans leaving your mouth feeling him push more lengths into you, gripping your waist pushing you all the way down on his dick moaning loudly in response clenching your hands into fists. He smirked feeling you tighten around him,
"You're gonna wish you kept that mouth shut princess"
- 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
Being Satoru’s rival was extremely annoying.
And you being short tempered with him knowing that was just the extra spice to end it all, everyday he would always test you on your worst days, pushing you pass your limits with the right amount of his bullshit. Sometimes you wished and prayed he wasn't the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer because if he wasn't you would've kicked his shit right about now but unfortunately he is the strongest in the world and if you even tried you would’ve gotten denied instant with his force shield fuck thing that let’s nothing touch him unless he turns it off. Another part of being his rival is that you two have history...you know THAT kind of history, till this day tension is still there between the both of you which obviously pissed you off even more.
maybe because you haven’t been laid in awhile?
You both were training together since you guys had an upcoming mission with the 1st years to collect Sukunas finger.. and the training wasn't going as plan as you thought. You were out of breath as you tried to keep up with Gojo, at this point he didn't even have to train he was literally the strongest fucking sorcerer!.
You growled under your breath as you moved your eyes around the training room to see if you can find the bastard. "Come out Satoru! I don't have the fucking time for this." You snarled feeling your blood start to boil, you again scanned the area to see where he was before abruptly moving your head hearing him chuckle somewhere, "Aww come on (Y/N), getting mad already?" He teased, before you had the chance to respond you felt him push you to the ground pinning your hands above your head looking at you through his white hair with a grin.
You scoffed at the sneak shot trying to move from under him only for him to tighten his grip, "If you calm down i'll let you go." You glared at him with a scowl, "Fuck you.” Satoru raised a brow with a small pout, "Hey now, that was mean." You only continued to glare at him trying to yet get from under him, he had your arms pinned to the mat with him hovering over you staring at you through his bangs with those... beautiful stupid blue eyes. You couldn't help but feel vulnerable under him- to be honest it was kinda hot having him stare down at you like that, you groaned in defeat giving up your fight since you're literally getting nowhere. He hummed spotting the change of mood, "Hmm? You done fighting doll?" Here he goes with the nickname.. that stupid nickname that always made butterflies appear in your stomach, you continued to glare at him but soon widened your eyes feeling his knee push up against you, "Now now...what's with the glare (N/N)?" He questioned pressing his knee more into you, you choked a gasp feeling his free hand trail down to your stomach lifting your tank top to reveal some bits of your stomach placing his fingers against your skin. Revealing the past hickeys he left on you two weeks ago.
He grinned seeing you start to give in to him by the way your body is reacting to him, like always "You look so vulnerable under me..giving me the chance to do whatever to you." He mumbled, you hummed in response clenching and unclenching your fists as his knee moved. You were starting to forget you were supposed to be training and not being horny but honestly you weren't complaining...not one bit. it's been two weeks since you've gotten laid.. even if you two are. "Rivals" it doesn't take away the fact of how fine he is- i mean you say you don't like him but in reality it was a lie. You two may have history but shit..right now you didn't care for anything you were too focused on the pleasure you were receiving, you needed him again- fuck you we’re desperate for him, “You know (Y/N), been wanting to shut you up for past week." He said and you furrowed your eyebrows
"What?" He chuckled lowly, trailing his fingertips down from your stomach to the hem of your pants playing with it, "Every time you would talk shit towards me l've been wanting to shut you up hint to why i haven’t been fucking you. And now.. here we are, all quiet now huh?" You hated how he was right but also pissed that, that was the reason why you haven’t gotten laid. You were dead silent as the pleasure kept coming, your mind wasn't even focus on that it was focus on wanting him to do something, "Satoru please do something.” You quietly groaned trying to get some friction in your lower area, he raised a brow biting the inside of his cheek seeing how desperate you're becoming, “You want me to do something? After how mean you were treating me?" He questioned, you whined in frustration,
"Toru please? I’m sorry just please do something. I miss you." Satoru hummed with a smirk “Aww you miss me?” You nodded squirming under him like a desperate puppy. “You want me to do something?" In an instant you nodded your head again bucking your hips up against his knee, fuck..the faces you’re making is making this more difficult for him. How could he deny you when you look so desperate and cute like this? He smirked, "Okay then.” You watched as he unpinned your arms, digging into his pants pocket to pull out his blindfold. Before you could question him he was already tying the blindfold over your eyes as you were now facing darkness.
You jerked forward feeling his warm hands slide down your stomach to the hem of your pants pulling them off along with your panties exposing yourself to him, you felt a chill go down your spine feeling the cold air hit your pussy. He cussed yo himself feeling his pants tighten at the sight of you, “Such a pretty pussy..” He smirked starting to rub you, you let out a breathy moan feeling his fingers rub against your folds. "You got hot just by my knee being pressed against you?" He teased feeling how wet you already were, you groaned in embarrassment but got choked up with a gasp feeling one of his fingers slide into you pumping it in and out, "You're tight too hm?" You balled up your fists as you felt him pump into you over and over again having nothing to grip on. He watched as his finger slid in and out of you perfectly feeling his dick get hard, fuck he wanted to taste you so fucking bad. He cursed under his breath, taking out his finger replacing it with his tongue flicking against your folds as you jerked up from the sudden surprise, he smirked against you feeling you grip his hair as you moaned out his name bending your knees up. "Fuck Toru.." You squeezed your eyes shut focusing on the rhythm of his tongue tugging his head down more into you, he gripped your thighs groaning at the taste of you coat his tongue.
“I’m gonna ruin you.”
- 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀
"Damn you Ryomen.” You hissed, feeling his sharp black nails dig into your neck as his hands were wrapped around your throat, Sukuna chuckled dangerously low staring into those (E/C) eyes of yours, “You decided to leave a scar on my face. I'm only doing you a favor my Akuma” He smirked, you snarled under your breath feeling his nails dig deeper into your skin prickling some drops of blood from it, "Bastard." Sukuna sighed staring at you with a lazy gaze, "Are you done throwing these pathetic insults?. It's only making you weaker than you already are," He was really testing your mood right now, you're only weak because you had just gotten some bits of your power back and in that process it makes you weak which he obviously took advantage of, "I'm only weak because i got some of my power back, i'm pretty sure if i wasn't right now i would've kicked your ass right about now Sukuna." He tsked, "Tch, watch that mouth of yours." You glared at him, "Or what? Gonna kill me? Well guess what genius i'm as powerful as you..you can't kill me even if you tried." You whispered staring straight into his red eyes as they stared back into yours with a glare,
You were playing a dangerous game with him while being useless right now but you didn't give a damn, he was testing your limits and you were sick of it. You know how Sukuna is..a sadistic demon that gets what he wants all the time, he could only take so much before he actually does something that you wish you would've kept your mouth shut but for you? You were also a curse..you could get away with anything when it came to him. He couldn't kill you or hurt you because you could just regenerate just like him, plus he never has intentions on hurting you. That’s why he barely does anything to you unless you test his limits and that's what you're doing right now. Messing with his patience, you knew when he was gonna explode and the timer was ticking by the second ready to explode.
"You’re playing a very dangerous game while being weak right now.” He mentioned and you scoffed, "Even if i am weak i'll speak my mind if i have to.” He raised a brow, “You just never shut up do you?" He whispered lowly removing his hand from your neck finally freeing you from his hold, now moving his hand to be placed on the side of your head as he leaned forward to the point you felt his breath hit your lips, you continued to maintain that eye contact with him watching him closely, reading to see what he's gonna do. You've been in this position with him before it's nothing new and it'll always..work. Real story short you and him have some tension, sexual tension to the point it causes you both to go at each others throat till you both give in honestly, at this point he should just ask you to be his Queen but of course since it's Sukuna he'll never ask such a thing. Your breath hitched as you felt how close his mouth was to yours, any minute the gap between you both would close.
He smirked seeing your eyes move between his eyes and his mouth, "You gonna keep staring or actually do it?" His voice echoed, you scoffed, "Shut up." You mumbled before closing the gap between you both, sooner or later it was gonna lead up to this again but for now you're just gonna enjoy the moment. The kiss was rough yet nice feeling him instantly slide his tongue in making you moan wrapping your arms around his neck as he smirked into the kiss trailing his hands from your waist to your ass picking you up with no problem wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed your back against the wall. You softly groaned into his mouth feeling him pull back leaning down to attack your neck with his marks, "Just like that kuna..” You let your head fall back against the wall feeling his fangs slightly bite your skin, he chuckled feeling your hands move up to grip his hair,
He moved from your neck kissing down towards your exposed shoulder blade then to your open breast leaving hickeys along them, you arched your back feeling him squeeze your ass. "Stop teasin." You scowled seeing him pull back from your breasts to look up at you with messy hair and a devilish smirk, “You love it when i tease you.” You rolled your eyes, “I admit i do but right now i want you to fuck me..it's been too long Kuna." You teaseling whimpered in his ear soon smirking hearing him growl gripping your thighs, "Now you want me to fuck you?" You nodded with a fake pout looking into his red eyes, "Please?" He stared into your eyes before he scoffed before backing up to bring you to the bed which you secretly celebrated to, "I'm not going easy on you." You rolled your eyes in response trailing your hands to his hair tugging it down harshly leaning in hovering your lips with his.
“Do your worse.”
#{ 🖋️} writings#black reader#anime x black!reader#anime x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x black reader#jjk x reader#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji x black reader#satoru gojo#gojo x reader#gojo x black reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x black reader#:) <3
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❆ POSITIONS ❅ — capitano
❆ ─ KINKMAS DAY TWO: SIZE KINK
❅ ─ PAIRING: capitano x fem!reader
❆ ─ SUMMARY: you and the rest of the knights of favonius weren't used to the cold of snezhnaya, but it's a good thing you found warmth in a fatui harbinger.
❅ ─ WARNINGS: size kink (reader is implied to be smaller than capitano). semi public sex (they're in a tent). implied age gap. unprotected. use of “little one”. cervix fucking. nip play. slight dumbification. creampie. implied after care. unedited. probably not my greatest.
❆ ─ WC: 1.5k
snezhnaya was cold. much colder than the frozen corner of mondstat where only ruins and monsters remained. you weren't used to the weather, even though you'd been here for months. you'd gotten acclimated to the fatui harbinger and his subordinates being nearby far quicker than you had the climate. although, you didn't think you could describe your situation as acclimating.
you didn't think cozying up to a harbinger in the fatui's camp was exactly what a normal person would be doing. at least, not a normal person from your city. afterall, the fatui had always been breathing down the knights’ necks back home, and recent letters from acting grand master jean told you they were getting worse.
but, you now knew better than anyone that the harbinger capitano and his subordinates were not like those of la signora. he was helpful, aiding grand master varka and the expedition team, as you were after the same goal. the fatui left you alone for the most part, yet offered ways to keep warm and help restock. you quickly learned that capitano was a great source of heat.
to be honest, you weren't quite sure how you ended up in his tent several times since arriving in snezhnaya, but you were definitely not against it. he had a certain allure to him, he was guarded and mysterious. a man seemingly made of iron who spoke with a gentle words and led with a fair hand. his voice was soothing yet full of grit, pulling you in even further.
for months you'd snuck around with him, kept him company late at night when mostly everyone was sleeping, save for a few posted guards. it was freeing, yet reckless, but you didn't care because it was fun.
tonight was different than most. two days ago capitano had received orders to head for natlan, and tomorrow morning is when he'd make his departure. it was one last hoorah before you saw him off, or rather watched from a distance as he left. who knows if you'd ever see him again or if there was even a chance that moment came.
sounds of the fatui laughing, drinking, and sharing stories around a fire was the perfect ambience to mask what was happening in capitano’s tent. the warmth of fine pelts underneath you added to the heat radiating off his skin. he had one of your legs pushed back, the head of his thick cock teasing your cunt as precum leaked from the tip.
even though you knew you could handle it, there was always apprehension each time that you couldn't. because there was nothing small about capitano. he was tall, muscular, and he was even stronger than your grand master. strength was something he looked for in others, which is why he took an interest in you. because unlike the youngest, over-ambitious harbinger you first reminded him of, you had strength in sword and mind. it was worthy of his attention, and your beauty was as well.
you squirmed as one of his large hands gripped at your waist, your own flying up to brace his broad shoulders. you looked up at him, unable to see the eyes that hid behind the mask. although, if you could they'd be telling you that you could take it.
“relax, little one,” he told you, your whole body vibrating from just a single word.
he rolled his hips, letting the tip slip in and slowly allowing you to adjust. your eyes nearly rolled back with each thrust that went deeper and deeper. a choked noise escaped your mouth once he sank all the way in, his pelvis pressed flush with yours while his cock bullied your cervix even at a standstill.
he leaned forward as he rocked into you, a strong arm slipping underneath you as your back arched. he easily flipped your positions, rolling you on top of him. you whimpered, feeling as if he somehow reached deeper than before. his hands gripped your waist– firmly, and not too rough– guiding you up and down and splitting you apart on his cock.
you groaned, leaning forward and hooking your finger under the mask he wore. he paused, breath catching in his throat at what you were thinking about doing. you– or anyone else for that matter– had never seen him without it. the reason was simple: underneath was identity, a man he no longer was. he gave that up centuries ago for the tsaritsa, along with his false sense of justice.
a man scorned by his own action, who was battle born and covered in reminders of the journey he was once on. one where he had lost his mind and went to hell to get it back.
it had been a long time since then, since he had let anyone in like that. however, he made no move to stop you as you took the mask off him. he was apprehensive, unsure if he'd meet your expectations as he closed his eyes. you leaned in, gently running your hand through his inky black hair before cupping his cheek. in all honesty, you hadn't known what to expect. but to see he looked as gentle as he loved was comforting.
his gaze finally met yours at your touch, eyes opening slowly to see you studying his features closely. your thumb ghosted across his skin, and you closed the gap between the two of you. your lips met his– softly before you melted into him as he kissed you back. as his mouth moved against yours, you rolled your hips, your pelvis grinding against his.
his fingers briefly dug into your skin, using you as leverage to sit up. you let out a choked noise, his cock rutting harshly against your cervix. he rocked you forward, a whimper leaving your mouth at how deep he was reaching. he smirked against your lips, knowing he was bullying you with his size.
“don’t be shy, little one,” he murmured, pulling away from you. “i want to hear all the pretty noises you can make.”
“they– they’ll hear,” you tried to counter, but a yelp you couldn't hold back fell from your mouth as he bucked his hips.
one of his hands trailed from your hip up to your breast, gently toying with your nipple, “they're all drunk. they won't hear a thing.”
you whimpered, eyes falling shut as he took your nipple in his mouth and used his other hand to move you on his cock. you wound your fingers into his hair, taking the lead from him with ease. you rolled your hips, your walls gliding across his shaft and working through the sensation of being ripped apart by his size.
his teeth grazed you, tongue swirling around your sensitive skin. you moaned, allowing yourself to be louder than you had been. he smirked against you, reveling in your sounds. he didn't care how loud you were, and he didn't care who heard. just as long as no one interrupted.
the tip of his cock brushed up against that sweet spot as you slid down on it, a curse rolling off your tongue as you clamped down around him. you quickened your pace, capitano grunting at the friction you were creating between you two. slowly, then all at once you could feel the building pressure of your oncoming orgasm.
“let it out,” he told you, his hot breath fanning against your skin when he could feel you clamping down around him. “cum for me.”
you groaned, head spinning as that tight bundle of nerves that built up finally releasing as if on his command.
“fuck,” you cried out, riding out the high that washed over your body and had you shaking on top of him and shivers racking your entire body. you panted, wrapping your arms around him and slowing down.
he pulled away, going back to holding your hips as he worked towards his own orgasm. you leaned your head against his, whining out as he bounced you in his lap. you sucked him in each time he lifted you up, his tip roughly pushing up against your cervix each time he pushed you back down.
you were overstimulated, unable to think clearly as he bullied your tight cunt. his fingers dug into your skin, his eyes closing as he grew close. he warned you he was about to cum, but it fell on deaf ears. he had you fucked out and unable to form a coherent thought. you were groaning as he fucked deep into you, his balls tightening right before he came undone. his cock twitched as he pushed his hot seed inside of you, pushing you back down one final time before he moved to rest his forehead against yours.
you tried to calm down, your heart beating wildly in your chest as his arms snaked around your waist. he lied back, taking you with him and letting you lay against his bare chest.
“we should get you cleaned up,” he gently ran his hand down your back.
you hummed in response, “in a minute. wanna enjoy this while i can.”
TAGS: @dottores @dxlucs @myalbedo @mxnjiros @niicevibe @suyacho @alucrds (i feel like i forgot someone but idek)
#capitano x reader#capitano x you#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin smut
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hii idk if u write dark fics but could you do a yandere!emmett where he kidnaps the reader, you don’t have to write it if it makes u uncomfortable!!
hi!! I've never wrote dark fics before but hey! First time for everything right! Also thank you for asking ✨
WARNINGS: kidnapping, fingering, slight breeding kink! Swearing ...
No, it wasn't Emmett's fault. It couldn't have been his fault that you were alone. You were alone in your room at least you had thought. Emmett wasn't really anything to you, just another guy in the village. He was older than you by a good twenty maybe even thirty years, but you can't lie his eyes were a very pretty shade of blue and the scruff wasn't too bad but he's just another guy.
Emmett had wanted you since the day you were found out in the woods. Lee had found you alone and scared but brought you to the village and helped you get on your feet. Emmett watched your every move since then. It wasn't creepy too him because if you didn't know how he watched you when you went to bed or how you'd cook dinner for one, it's not creepy just merely observing his favorite person.
You were laid out on your bed flipping through some magazine about the hottest new Hollywood couple when the sound of foot steps perked you up. You set the magazine down and then the steps stopped. Your fingers wrapped around the bat you had next to your bed before you got up and slowly approached your bedroom door. With a quick open you jumped back and swung the bat only to realize you were swinging at nothing. You rubbed your forehead with your freehand. "For fucks sake!" You whispered yelled to yourself making yourself try to calm down again but because you let your guard down Emmett took his chance. His leather gloved hand wrapped around your mouth and the other around your waist. Your body instantly went into fight mode, your legs trying to kick and arms trying to flee, but they couldn't. Emmett might be older than you but he's sure as hell a lot stronger.
"Shh!" He whispered into your ear before biting down onto the lobe. Emmett used his strength to drag you down the hallway, out the back door and into his old pickup truck. He made sure to keep everything neat as possible just in case anyone decided they'd stop to see you. You should've ran when he had you the truck but you didn't know Emmett like that. He was crazy enough to kidnap you from your own home, he could kill you right there. Emmett got his truck going and drove in silence as you sat there with your hands tied poorly in some old rope.
Your eyes stung from the tears as Emmett pulled into the dark part of the woods. "Oh my god!" You whispered to yourself as he circled the truck, yanked you out by your arm and dragged you through the wet ground until you were shoved inside a little shack. "Please don't kill me!" You blurted out as he pulled the string on the light.
"Kill ya? Why on earth would I kill ya? You've seen too many movies my dear. I'm not gonna kill ya." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before pulling out the pocket knife , cut the rope and tossed it aside before shoving you into the work bench. "I would never kill ya. Ya might be pretty but ya sure are stupid to think I'd hurt ya doll. Ya see, yer ma girl and I'd never let anyone hurt you so that's why I had to bring ya here. Gotta protect ya!" Emmetts beard tickled against your cheek when he leaned in and kissed you. It took you by surprise and as much as you wanted to push him off and run, your legs wouldn't let you. Emmett's hands ran over your hips before yanking down your pajama shorts. A small gasp left your lips as the cool breeze blew across your wet spot on your panties.
Emmett had the pocket knife in his hand as he held it against your throat. "Now I know ya ain't the brightest star baby , but please don't try anything stupid. I'd had for ya to get hurt. Just let me do what I want to ya because yer mine ! And I will play with ya however I please." The blade ran across your pressure point, down between your breasts, over your stomach and finally ripped open your panties.
"So wet already. It shouldn't turn ya on that I've kidnapped ya and am holding your life in my hands and wet yer soaked." He teased you as his index finger toyed over your folds slowly while his lips attached to the pressure points on your neck biting gently until you snapped back into reality when he pulled away and the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you going faster with each second made your knees buckle while your hands gripped the work bench behind you. Emmett licked over the bite as he pumped his fingers harder. "What a freak you are sweetheart! Getting off on my fingers . " He couldn't handle it anymore and yanked his fingers out leaving a you feeling empty but only for a few seconds because once reality washed over you again that you were in fact getting fucked by your kidnapper, Emmett was already thrusting his fat cock into your tight pussy.
"Ya got a tight little pussy baby! It's mine!" He growled into your ear while snapping his hips into yours harder and harder. "Ya wanted this! Ya NEEDED this! Needed me to take care of ya. No one was ever satisfying enough for ya! " tears streamed down your face as Emmett took no mercy on you.
"Don't ya dare cry baby! Yer already so wet and your thighs are shaking! Can't believe yer going to cum because ya getting fucked by yer kidnapper and lover! So fucked up! Ya dirty slut! My! DIRTY! SLUT!" With each snap Emmett got closer to his own orgasm making you cry harder until the own feeling in your belly fired up.
"That's it pretty baby, cum on my cock while I fill you up and knock ya up! Look so good carrying my baby in ya belly!" His eyes rolled back into his head as he filled you to the brim with his cum which made your own orgasm hit you hard. You cried loudly while dragging your nails down his back.
"Aww see baby, ya really were meant to be mine and only mine." Emmett smirked down at you before giving the most loving kiss you've ever felt.
#emmet#a quiet place emmett#a quiet place smut#a quiet place Emmett smut#cillian smut#Cillian Murphy#cillian murphy smut#emsblurbs
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