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THRILLER NIGHT: A CRESCENT CITY KINKTOBER EVENT

Something Evil's Lurking in the Dark

Thriller Night: Part 6 - Declan x Marc

Declan Emmet is a male on a Death Day mission of discovery. One he had entirely resigned himself to alone. Until a storm rolls in, forcing him to face his greatest fear—and revealing wicked things hidden in the dark.

Content Warnings: NSFW, M/M

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Author: @mystical-blaise | Masterlist

This is the sixth installment of Thriller Nights: A Crescent City Kinktober Event. Make sure to check out the rest of the collection and the other amazing authors!

Part 1: Ruhn x Lidia by @hlizr50

Part 2: Hunt x Bryce by @headcanonheadcase

Part 3: Ithan x Wolf Mystic by @headcanonheadcase

Part 4: Hypaxia x Celestina by @damedechance

Part 5: Fury x Juniper by @vikingmagic33

Part 6: Declan x Marc by @mystical-blaise

Part 7: Flynn x Ariadne by @ofduskanddreams

Part 8: Tharion by @damedechance

Thriller Night Masterlist

Declan Emmett hurried the short distance from the parlor to the library, eager to review what, if anything, they'd caught during the seance. Despite suspecting that the entire thing was complete bullshit, excitement prevailed.

Placing the recording devices down, he took a seat at the sturdy mahogany table, his makeshift command center for the overnight stay. The library was the perfect location. Centralized and quiet, with plenty of space for his array of laptops, monitors, and stacks of carefully packed backup equipment. Far enough from the thumping base and partying in the kitchen.

He'd learned the lesson long ago that laptops and parties don't mix. Fun fact; melted jello shots and a keyboard were a terrible combination.

Note to self, Flynn still owed him a computer.

This night at the haunted house was Dec's idea after Lidia had nixed any notion of yet another drunken, rowdy celebration at their shared home with a fuck no. Not that he blamed her one bit. Cleanup was a bitch and a half. So now, at his suggestion, they were here at the "haunted" house on the outskirts of Lunathion.

While the remaining members of Team Fuck-You might have come for spooky Death Day revelry, Dec was there for an entirely different purpose: to document proof. Some evidence that secondlight was now free to roam, free to exist. Perhaps even some vindication for a younger Declan who used to hear things go bump in the night in his childhood home—and the reason he still secretly hated the dark.

Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone other than Ruhn and Flynn. And that was only after they'd witnessed him in a near panic attack. After all, he would have never made it out of those damn Avallen catacombs without their encouragement. Their loyalty.

Muffled laughter traveled through the far wall as the gathering carried on without him—and had carried Marc with it.

Not that he could blame his boyfriend. As of late, the two of them had been like ships passing on the Istros. The entrepreneur, now CFO of his own company, had been stuck late to work almost every day, cutting into every single date night for nearly three weeks.

Three. Weeks. Three very long, frustrating weeks.

It wore on both of them. Stress and exhaustion showed in the circles under the shifter's usually brilliant topaz eyes, in his lumbering stride. So much so, Declan even felt guilty for asking Marc to assist with tonight's setup.

His boyfriend deserved a night to dress down and chill, to have fun.

But perhaps selfishly, the fellow techy had hoped he'd want to chill with him. Find what he was up to interesting to spend some time together staring at the monitors.

Yeah, real fun. Like he said; selfish.

Back to the task at hand, Declan glanced between the two screens; one streaming live while the other allowed him to pull up any previously recorded video. Plugging in the video recorder to transfer the file, he put the stupidly expensive, noise-canceling headphones on his head as he studied the green-hued footage.

Each nightvision camera had been placed strategically in and near the locations that stories claimed were the most haunted. Unfortunately, all Declan was seeing was evidence of other activities.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," he grumbled as he stared at the screen, staring at Ruhn and Lidia emerging from the study, a fine sheen of sweat over their brows and a shit-eating grin on the Crown Prince of the Valbaran fae. Rewinding a little further back and raising the volume, Declan heard exactly the reason for Ruhn's pleased expression.

Gods knew he'd heard those same noises plenty of times coming from his roommates' bedrooms on too many nights.

A deeply masculine groan sounded over the audio.

Declan set his head in his hand. "Ruhn, I swear to Urd. You couldn't keep it in your pants for one godsdamn night?"

And apparently, Ruhn and Lidia weren't the only ones having trouble.

Next, there was a wobbly-legged, disheveled Bryce who blew a kiss at the camera before she and a smug Hunt strolled back into the kitchen. Quinlan gave Athalar's ass a good slap before the door closed behind them.

Then there was Fury glaring up at another camera poised outside the door to the basement. A look that promised death if he followed her to presumably wherever June was. Noted. For his own safety, he promptly turned off the basement camera feed.

Moving to another view, there were Ithan and Willow, walking down the stairwell from the third floor, her pigtails and pants askew. His arm slung over her shoulder, trying to help fix the hair best he could, ultimately resorting to plopping a baseball cap down atop her head. He kissed her blushing cheek, a look of pure masculine pride lining the pup's handsome features.

Rolling his eyes and shifting in his seat, Declan switched over to the live. All six cameras seemed normal—except for one.

The master suite on the second floor.

Stories claimed that a crying woman in white, as pretty as Luna herself, was seen pacing the room and floor. Other stories told of a more devious shadowy figure slinking through the drafty halls. He had Marc mount a camera in the room's upper southwest corner, in perfect view of the entire space and the open doorway. In case the alleged specter was wandering the halls, the stairs—the very same that had caught Ruhn and Lidia.

But although the camera registered a signal in that room, there was nothing but a blank box on the split screen.

He squinted, moving to the other monitor to review the older footage to see if there was anything. There. And just as a tall, shadowed figure. There was an oily sheen to the humanoid form as the silhouette moved incredibly fast across the lower right of the screen—

Lightning and thunder flashed and clapped in unison, plunging the house into utter darkness.

A distant, slurred, hey, who turned off the fucking light, joined the chorus of muttered curses and surprised shrieks sounded through the plaster and lath walls of the old mansion.

Thanks to the portable backup battery, there was still the dim glow of the steadfast monitors and the constant hum of the computers—for now. Even so, the rest of the house was nothing beyond but a void.

Shit.

A foreboding creak resonated in the dark.

"Guys?" Nothing. "Guys, this isn't funny."

Was he… alone?

No. No fucking way. The rest of them were just being dicks. That was all.

The sudden familiar, unjustified panic of his childhood crept up his spine. Like bony fingers reaching out of the past, out of the shadows, reaching for him again. Declan stiffened, swallowing hard as he reminded himself of what his parents used to calm him. The dark wasn't bad. The sounds were just the wind or the house settling. Repeating those same words of reassurance, he reached out for one of the three compact flashlights he'd packed just for this instance.

His thumb pushed on the rubber button. Click—and nothing.

"Come on," he said, shaking it as if that would actually work. With a press of the button again, still nothing. Bringing it closer to the bluish dull glow of the monitors, he removed the batteries. The fresh ones he'd put in just before he'd packed up. How could they be drained already?

Nervously, he picked up the third flashlight—his backup for his backup that Ruhn had made fun of—finding it oddly lightweight. Too light. Unscrewing the back, he found the battery pack empty.

Godsdamn…

Okay. No problem, he just needed more light. Any light. His phone.

He dug into his back pocket and found… nothing. Not even his spare lighter. Fucking Flynn.

Given all the mirthroot his roomies brought, one of those fuckers had to have a light. Hel, maybe Ruhn could use that barely useful sparkle of light he possessed. Or better yet…

Bryce. Or even Athalar—if they would have remembered to keep their godsdamn walkie.

As if any of them would have remembered given the keg Tristan had rolled in earlier.

"Shit. Shit. Okay. Okay." Declan sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Calm the fuck down. You know what you need. You need…" Something to do. To focus on.

His eyes skipped back to the glowing flat-screen monitors, to the battery-fueled cameras still rolling. Straight back to the blank square on the bottom right corner of the six-split screen.

The mission pushed his fear aside, much like it did when he was out in the field with the Aux. Give Dec a task, and he was on it regardless of what was going on around him.

He could find out why the camera wasn't working. Fix it. Totally forget about the weird shadowy figure in that damn room that had something to do with it.

No, just fix the damn thing. You're a problem solver, Declan. Mr. Reliable-as-fuck.

In the darkness, he felt around the floor, finding his smaller duffel bag filled with some equipment and supplies.

Even with his fae eyesight, he could barely see shit. His eyes caught on one device on the table. He grabbed for it, muttering a please work under his breath as he pressed the power button.

The thermal camera's screen flared to life.

"Thank Urd," Declan breathed out as made out the different heat signatures of the shelves and books, the table, and his equipment, giving him a visual of the space in the darkness.

And gave him the boost of confidence to set the strap of the duffel over his shoulder and go in search of the room with the broken camera.

With the space lit up on the screen in shades of violet and blue, cold on the spectrum, there were some fading oranges on the steps from when some guests had walked. Declan took the stairs hurriedly, praying to all the gods that there was no one behind him.

But he just had this feeling.

That prickling on the back of his neck and a niggling of his fae senses.

Finally reaching the landing on the second floor, he relied on the small visual representation of the long hallway, counting the doors until he reached the one on the far left. And he swore as he walked he smelled sweet… smoke.

Cigar? No…

Wait? Wasn't there a story about the original owner?

He shook that thought out of his head. Probably someone with the fucking mirthroot getting blazed.

His hand reached for the doorknob to the master suite and—

Creak.

Not daring to turn around, the genius just called out, "Hello?"

He could hear Flynn in his head—while mock slow clapping—going, Smooth, Dec. Hello? Really, dude? What if it's a killer-stalker, huh? And then Ruhn's voice chimed in with, Yeah, you just gave away your position. You're an Aux member, remember? Use that giant brain of yours.

Yeah, he was an Aux member, trained for combat. He survived the Drop. His Ordeal. The latter barely. And he still couldn't shake the same feeling he'd had that night in that terrible cave—the feeling of being followed.

Fuck this.

He spun around, pointing the camera back down the hall, finding only residual heat from his own treadmarks on the planked floor, all glowing orange and yellow. Even farther back to the landing.

But no weird floating, undiscernible blobs or misty humanoid figures. Just his overactive terrifying imagination mixed with his fear and wanting to actually see something.

Confidence renewed and led by the camera, he took the knob and strolled into the room with the busted equipment.

The room was…

Empty.

Nothing but the sounds of lashing rain and the howl of the wind banging the louvered wooden shutters sealed over the windows. Not even the lightning graced Declan with a bit of illumination in the reportedly most haunted location in the pitch-black house.

Basically, Declan Emmet's nightmare scenario.

On the thermal, he could make out the ethereal, hazy violet silhouette of a large bureau against the far wall covered with a sheet like a shroud. Heavy curtains covered the windows, blocking out the outside world. And then there was an ornately carved, massive four-poster bed.

A low massive blur of orange and yellow zipped passed through the image. Something with glinting, burning eyes.

And then it was simply… gone.

"What the…?"

Panning the room, he tried to follow the direction of the unknown shape.

Something slid around and rubbed against his leg. All he could think of was a hand grabbing for him under the bed out of the shadows of Hel just like in his childhood…

"Boo."

He spun around as a crouching form on all fours rose onto two legs, keeping his camera pointed like a weapon. A towering, muscular male figure rose up in the viewfinder. Declan's heart nearly fucking stopped.

"Burning fucking Solas! You scared the shit out of me!"

Marc's squared, broad shoulders moved with his deep chuckle on the thermal. And if Declan wasn't so pissed off, he might have taken more time to appreciate the entire glorious, naked build delineated by the heat signatures more thoroughly.

"That was you that touched my leg?"

He smirked. "My tail, to be exact."

Cursing under his breath, Declan rolled his neck, his shoulders, and made his way to the wireless camera mount. The camera now oddly twisted to face the corner.

With the battery icon already flashing red, the warning that death was imminent, Dec set the thermal to point upwards to give him some ambient light as he worked, swiveling the equipment around back into position. No need for his tools after all.

"Dec," came that low, familiar voice.

"What?" he snapped back after adjusting everything back in place, assuring the only way the camera was moving again was if someone fucked with it. Which is exactly what he suspected had happened. A prank. Another prank, anyway.

"Hey, Dec, are you mad?"

He didn't reply to that, because what could he say? Yeah, he was pissed and annoyed and—

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Declan! I was just having a little fun. You were the one who wanted to come here. You convinced me it would be fun for Death Day."

"Yeah, and that's what everyone else is doing. But you also know I was taking this seriously, too. But if you'd rather go hang with them…" He blew out a curse, dragging a hand through his dark red waves, tugging at the ends in frustration. "You know what? Forget it."

"Hey," Marc breathed out, the sound ever closer. Dec refused to turn around. Those massive hands gently grasped his shoulders, rubbing up and down over his biceps. "I know out of your housemates you're the most responsible but—"

Declan huffed out a laugh, nearly shrugging off Marc's touch. "And what about you? You're the epitome of responsibility."

"Maybe dating a hot-as-Hel party boy has made me want to have some fun. Live a little."

"You mean I gave you a personality?"

With a chuckle, he gave Declan's shoulders a rub, then another. And Dec could feel the tension melt away with each ministration of those magic hands.

"No, smartass," Marc replied, his fingers kneading harder. "You make me want to cut loose and have a good time. When I'm with you, I don't have to be—"

Declan sighed with gratitude and forgiveness, leaning into Marc's working palms. "Don't have to be the sexy-as-fuck start-up tech company founder?"

Lips trailed the back of the fae male's neck. "Exactly. You make me want to have fun again, Dec. I shouldn't have at your expense, though. I apologize if I scared you."

"I'm sorry I flipped, babe. I'm just a little on edge," Declan admitted in his relaxing haze, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and still seeing nothing. Still, he was grounded by Marc's reassuring touch, his own hand coming up to rest upon the leopard shifter's much larger one.

"Mmm… I can tell."

"I just… I saw something when I was a kid in my room. I mean, this was before all the shit we know now about what the Asteri was doing with the secondlight. Before I really knew about Hel, you know? My parents didn't believe me, but I swear to all that's holy, Marc, there was something in the dark in my room." Something evil lurking in the dark, a demon reaching for him. Despite himself, he still shuddered at the very thought.

Marc's firm grip continued to knead muscle, those full lips placing tender kisses on the back of Dec's bare neck, making him blush in the night. Almost like a fog, the ancient bedchamber became thick with desire. As electric as the sky outside.

"That's why I'm determined to find some evidence, Marc. Maybe just to prove I wasn't crazy. Hel, we have a damn necromancer; if there are spirits here, there should be something… if spirits can now freely roam around." Or if they were indeed stuck here in hiding from the Under King for centuries. "And I know it's Death Day, and I know all my friends want to party. It's supposed to be a night of—"

"Mischief," Marc offered before the briefest touch of his lips to the tip of Declan's delicately arched fae ear. Another soft press of lips. "I love that about you, Dec. How focused you get on a task. How determined you are."

"Well, someone has to be. Everyone else here is so focused on fucking—" His lips pressed together, holding in a grateful moan as those fingers continued to work at the tension.

"You don't say. And how do you know what everyone was doing, I wonder? Declan Emmet, were you watching?" Marc asked with feigned outrage.

Even though he couldn't see a damn thing, Dec still twisted his face to peer over his left shoulder. "You make me sound like a perv. It wasn't on purpose."

Marc's warm breath brushed his lips. "I'm sure. They're a horny bunch. But I bet it still turned you on, just a little."

Declan wasn't going to respond to that accusation—even though the shifter's words were on point. Yes, he was turned on, just a little. Maybe it had started from all the dirty sounds caught on the microphones, but now it only had to do with the beast of a male standing behind him.

The handsome male whose wide palms were now skimming from his shoulders and over his biceps.

"What—" Declan swallowed hard as the heat of the towering shifter pressed into his back, searing him deep as it always did. Maybe it was the residual autumn fae in him, but he was attracted to the depth of his warmth, inside and out. Then a wide hand skimmed over the front of his shirt, down further still. Lower and lower, until he reached the top of his black jeans, that he finally managed to finish his ask. "What are you doing?"

Marc's dark chuckle brushed against the shell of his ear. "Like you, I'm eager for evidence, Declan." Teeth nipped and tugged on his earlobe, on the steel hoop in his ear. Lust shot through him, his body responding to the wicked little nip in the dark. Declan gasped, tipping his head back in a groan as that wandering touch cupped him through the denim, finding his hard length. "There it is."

"Fuck," Declan hissed, unable to hide, unable to feel anything. Unable to think about his goal for the evening. Not when the heel of that palm was rubbing him in rough circles. Not when his hips were pushing against that hand, desperate for more sensation.

"You like that?" Marc crooned.

Declan groaned, his erection uncomfortable in the confines of the denim, the delicate skin digging into the metal zipper.

When his hand reached back to pull Marc to him, he knew what he would find. With his clothes long removed before he shifted, only beautiful bare skin and corded, hard muscles remained. Aside from his shifter genes, his physique was delineated by years of regimented workouts and healthy eating. Marc was thorough, practiced and put together in all things. But if his sexy, put-together, tech executive wanted to cut loose tonight. If he wanted to let loose with Declan, then so be it.

"Dec," Marc hissed as the redheaded male ground back against him to the tempo of the hand working his front, the shifter's hardness already a taunt against his ass.

"What?" he asked teasingly. "You want me to let loose and have a good time tonight, right?"

"Yeah," Marc said, his words ending with a grunt as Declan bumped him backward.

Despite not being able to see Marc, Dec turned around to face him. "Then let's let loose. Get on your knees, babe."

Over the howl of the wind outside, he heard the shifter's knees hitting the wooden floor before him.

Declan whipped off his gray t-shirt, tossing it away to some corner. His hands went to the button of his jeans, popping it open. Then he towed the zipper down, taking his time, the sound of it somehow more arousing in the absence of light, of sight. As he worked his jeans down his thighs, he grabbed hold of his cock.

"Godsdamn," Marc growled.

With the satisfaction that he could bring the mighty leopard shifter to heel, Declan gave himself a pump. Then another, slow and firm, his head falling back and eyes shut with the wringing pleasure. "You and your damn shifter eyes. You can see me, can't you?"

"Fuck yeah. And I love what I'm seeing."

Wrist twisting on the upstroke, his thumb smeared the bead of liquid gathering over the tip. And he swore the enormous leopard shifter whined at that. Good.

Still stroking himself, Declan followed the alluring scent of sandalwood and rain and heady arousal until he could sense the body heat radiating off the other male.

He cursed as his head dropped back, his grip tightened, and the pumping became rougher and faster. "Open."

Heat puffed over throbbing skin, a tempting combination of hot and wet. Marc's tongue slid back and forth as Dec tapped his stiff cock against it. From the base to the tip, that talented tongue laved unprovoked, tormenting and flicking every sensitive inch.

With his mind almost blown with need, he couldn't stop the demand welling up from his lips. "Oh fuck, Marc"—his breath caught—"suck me."

And holy Hel, he did. No hesitation, only a satisfying growl before Marc's mouth closed around him and sucked him down, his hand peeling Dec's away so he could take control. That hand wrapped around his cock while the other clamped onto the fae male's hip, those fingers biting into the flesh of his ass—

Grasping Marc's head, Declan thrust his hips forward.

He wished he could see it. See himself disappear in that sensual mouth, sinking in as topaz eyes blazed into his own. But, burning Solas, the blind feel of him in the darkness… The way Marc's cheeks hollowed out and his tongue swirled around, coating him in the warm sensation of his mouth, his lover's enthusiasm dripping down his length to his sac. His own rapid panting blended with the enthused sloppiness and pleasured hum of the supplicant, sexy male before him.

A wandering finger slipped in between the crevice of his ass, circling the tight hole there. Circling endlessly. An opening, tantalizing tease. Until that thick finger finally pressed in.

Unable to stop himself, Declan bucked forward, forcing himself down Marc's throat until the shifter's nose met his pelvis. "Fuck!"'

Marc merely chuckled darkly, sinking his finger deeper and deeper. Declan wasn't even sure how either of them could breathe. They were frantic, muscles straining and flexing, racing to the edge. With each passing moment, Dec's brow beaded with sweat.

He moaned, scraping his fingernails across Marc's scalp. His hand tightened on the back of that head in plea and warning. His shifter male only loosed a muffled groan, still sucking and fingering him.

Climax came on as suddenly as an autumn storm. Shaking from head to toe, his damn knees nearly gave out as his release spilled over and over. And Marc took it all. Didn't let up, still working him as the last blissful tremors of orgasm ebbed. In a lazy glide, his boyfriend's mouth drew off of him and that digit slipped out, making him shiver.

"Gods…" Declan swallowed hard, trying to regain balance. Marc pressed a sweet kiss to the scar across his stomach. "Babe, that was—"

His words cut off with a rough, demanding kiss. The taste of himself on Marc's tongue went directly to his head, still dizzy with pleasure and desire. They both groaned as the shifter's hard, demanding length pressed against Dec's stomach, spurring his own back to attention.

Marc always did that to him. No matter what, with him, he always seemed ready to go.

"Luna fucking save me," Marc said with a groan, grabbing onto his partner's ass to bring him closer, as they writhed against each other. That finger teased Dec again from behind with just enough pressure to drive him wild. "I want to fuck you so bad. You have no idea how bad. If only—"

"I brought lube."

With an erotic chuckle, Marc slowed the roll of his hips and asked, "What?"

"I-fuck. I brought lube."

Marc snorted. "Why am I not surprised?"

Declan reached down, gripping Marc's thick cock at the base, taking satisfaction at the hitch in the larger male's breath. "Always prepared, seldom disappointed."

"I would expect nothing less from a former Otter Scout. Bet you know how to tie all sorts of knots, too."

His hum practically a purr, Declan answered with, "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Oh, make no mistake, I do. But not this time. Right now, I need to fuck you and in order to do that, I need that lube. So where are you packing such a thing?"

"In my bag. I actually brought it to loosen the stuck screws holding up the cameras. It was all I could find in a pinch." A pinch was an understatement. All of his mechanical lubricants had mysteriously disappeared. Declan didn't want to know the why or the what. "So I just took the first thing I thought of."

"In the duffel you brought with you?" Declan nodded vigorously, his mind solely on the drag. He pushed his hips forward, the friction alone of their dicks against one another nearly enough to make him come again. But before he could, Marc was gone.

There was a brief rustling sound over to the left and then—

Kissing him senseless, breathless, pants still tangled around his thighs, Dec was marched backward, stumbling until his back met something. That something unyielding and rounded against his spine. They kissed and kissed and it only stopped when a deep, rasping voice demanded as he tugged on the open flap of denim, "Off."

He didn't have to be told twice, already shoving them off, removing everything in a blur. Stripping until it was just the two of them, skin to skin, clothed only in darkness.

In a blink, Declan was spun around, his hands finding and clasping around the carved wood pillar now at his front. A bedpost, he realized absently.

"God, have I told you how much I love your back, Dec? These shoulders." Whack! Dec jumped as a splayed palm came down on his rear, then rubbed out the slight hurt. "This perfect ass of yours. It's the prettiest sight."

"Well, at least you can see me. I feel like it's unfair that I can't see—" Declan's scoff turned into a moan as something chilled slid between the seam of his ass.

Pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive spot below Declan's ear, his boyfriend's whisper a silken persuasion. "It's just the two of us here, alone and together. Embrace it, Dec. I'll always lead you out of the darkness if you let me."

And Declan knew at that moment Marc always would.

The wet slide of a tongue down the column of his neck had Declan's hips bucking backward, feeling that massive cock slipping against him.

Marc's cool, coated fingers found their way, pressing, pushing into him, working him just enough. One… Then two… Fuck, three fingers. Even after all this time, after all their bouts together, the leopard shifter still took good care. Something he was eternally grateful for.

Declan was no slouch of a male. As a member of the Aux, he took good care of his body. But the leopard shifter still dwarfed him, made him feel small. Marc was flawless. Chiseled dark-skinned perfection with broad shoulders, perfect for holding onto. And while Dec had seen a variety of fine dicks in his day, had experienced his fair share—nothing and no one compared to Marc Rosarin.

No one ever would.

Not to mention, none of the males before had a pierced cock, either. Not even the draki he'd had an intense, albeit brief, fling with.

Who would have thought that out of all of them, the one pierced there was the put-together tech entrepreneur? And, Solas, what that little barbell of steel through the tip could do…

As fingers slid out, he heard that telltale click and squirt, followed by a hoarse groan in the darkness. Though he couldn't see it, the fae male could picture it clearly. How Marc's forehead furrowed as he stroked the thick liquid over his shaft. The dark, rigid length of him glistening and ready, already weeping with need.

A soft kiss on his shoulder and a settling grip on one hip helped tip the redhead's head back as another jarring drip of cold fell on his skin.

Declan gripped the post, his knees widening as he braced himself. His brows drew together as that broad blunt head started to push in. Slowly easing, gliding in inch by delicious inch. Each gain intensified the pressure, the burning stretch that tensed them both.

After another slow thrust, Dec's body had time to adjust as Marc stilled. All the while, the broad, calloused palm spanning his flank caressed and soothed as if the solid wall of male behind him was the one with the true healing power.

"Fuck, you're still so tight. Have I told you how amazing you feel, Dec? Like you were made for me."

Declan shivered at the gruff possessiveness in his voice. Shaking. He was shaking. Was going to jump out of his skin. Godsdamn. There was more power in everything without sight. Everything was more sensitive. Words. Touch. Already too good. Already too full.

Still, he was greedy tonight. For Marc to be with him. To take everything, to have everything. To swap his earlier fear with this pleasure only this male could give him.

"Marc, it's okay if you don't—" A grunt and groan followed. "Don't be gentle tonight."

Knuckles tilted Declan's chin upward. Marc's words were full of gravel when he asked, "You sure?"

While Declan could not see Marc beyond a hazy silhouette, he knew Marc could clearly read his intentions. "Yes."

"You got it, tiger."

Gripping him by the hips, Marc's mouth slammed on Dec's at the same time his pelvis surged forward, driving all the way in on a single thrust. Holy fucking Hel, Declan had to force himself not to scream, not to lose it all right there.

Ragged breath puffed against his mouth, both of them trembling as Marc held himself still again, both of them trembling and throats bobbing.

And then Marc was moving, pulling out before plunging back in. Each time, Declan could feel the drag of chilled metal, stroking deep to hit that spot that made him see stars.

He rocked back into it, bracing and trying to keep up with the rhythm as every sliding thrust shoved him farther into the solid wooden post, jostling the entire bedframe.

So full…. So deep… So deep inside him…

Declan's desperate whimper had Marc fucking him even deeper, hitting that spot over and over.

Something in the pathetic sound must have begged for more, because a brawny arm came around his torso, bearing his back, his weight, to the shifter's sweaty, muscled front as he continued to pound him into oblivion. Every hammering thrust bounced his erection against his abs. Had Marc's balls slapping off his ass.

Everything was wild and frenzied. Primal. So much that Declan could almost imagine what Marc's sharp claws would feel like gently scraping across his skin. Wanted that lick of pain. Wanted to bruise.

He was climbing higher and higher, his spine tingling with the need to come. Marc reached around, cupping his balls with a squeeze, before he fisted Declan's cock, gripping him tightly.

"Shit!… Marc!" Dec panted through gritted teeth.

"Are you close? Can you do it, tiger? Can you come for me again?"

Declan's response was little more than a yelp as those hips slammed into him.

With that slippery hand jerking his dick, that swollen cock fucking his ass, Declan couldn't hold back.

Too much. It was too good.

Everything went taut and dark, then bright like starlight behind the eyelids Dec didn't even realize he'd closed. He cried out as he came all over Marc's hand, smearing between fingers and over skin as Marc didn't let up.

It went on and on. Those powerful hips behind kept their pace, going and going until—

"Fuck!" Marc shouted, burying himself to the hilt, each pulse kicking deep inside, over and over. With one last shudder, finally spent, the shifter's head fell forward until his forehead rested on Declan's mussed red waves.

The hand on Declan's front shifted until it spread over the center—over his heart.

And then everything went still as the wind whistled outside around the house, rattling the shutters. They didn't move, simply held each other in the dark, relishing in the silence, soaking in their love for one another.

"You okay?" Marc asked, pressing a tender kiss into his hair that shot straight to Dec's heart.

"More than okay."

Slowly, gently, carefully, Marc slid out, caressing along Declan's spine as he did so. "That was…"

"Yeah…" Declan said.

"I'm sorry."

Still wrapped in his arms, he turned around to face him. Declan wound his arms around Marc's neck. "For what? The best sex of my life?"

"Best sex so far," Marc countered, sighing before he continued. "I'm sorry I disappeared earlier. Made you think I didn't care about you. Truth is, I was in the kitchen to grab us some beers—I was on my way back to you when I got sucked into a conversation. You know how that crew can be. But you have to know the only reason I came to this party tonight was to spend time with you, Dec. I've missed you."

Softly and sweetly, he kissed him. "I've missed you too, babe. Now, can you find my bag? And my clothes? I still can't see shit."

After pressing his lips to Dec's forehead, Marc laughed, untangling himself from the fae male's arms. "Sure thing, tiger. Only if you promise to grab my clothes from the other room."

Declan snorted, wishing he could watch Marc walk away. Because, damn. "Didn't think that whole shifting leopard prank through, did you?"

"No, I did not. Here," he said, handing Dec his bag. He set it down, squatting to feel for supplies. "When we get back downstairs, I'll grab those beers I promised and we'll park it in front of those monitors. Maybe make out a little. What do you say?"

Declan couldn't hide the smile in his voice as he said, "Sounds great."

"Good. But first I need to clean up."

Declan was already taking out wipes, water, and hand sanitizer. Things he had brought with greasy hands and malfunctioning equipment in mind originally, but... "Always the Otter Scout," he quipped, blindly tossing his boyfriend the towel.

Marc laughed huskily. "Indeed, and I'm so very—ah, Hel."

"What?"

"I forgot you readjusted it before we…" He cleared his throat. "I don't know how to say this, Dec, but the camera was pointed at us the entire time."

His amber eyes snapping up, his face heated with the realization. "Oh fuck me."

"Already did, but if you want to go again, I'm more than happy to."

Merciful Cthona. Leave it to Declan Emmet, tech genius, to accidentally record a nightvision sex tape after making comments about no one else being able to keep it in their pants.

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meowpupp · 4 months

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does owner!price hand you over to soap while you’re in heat 🥹. you’re just too much to handle for him!! he’s getting old, and giving you 4-5 rounds is exhausting, so why not hand you over to simon’s pet?

price and ghost have a mutually beneficial agreement. both of their pups are at the peak of their fertility, and so when heat comes around, there’s only so much they can do. so, they arrange play dates.

it always starts with fighting. both you and soap are so pent up, so tightly wound with energy that as soon as you get your hands on each other, instincts take over.

it’s a tumble of claws and teeth. soap manhandles you to the ground, one hand shoving your face into the floor while the other pulls your panties down. he’s quick to force apart your thighs and shove his face between them. your scent drive him wild, he can’t help but want to devour your pretty cunt.

it’s only once ghost pulls him off, both him and price sick of hearing you whine and cry for cock, that he finally fucks you. soap is rough, his rut clouding his mind. his hips pound down into yours, making your whole body jolt as you slowly turn cockdrunk.

he fucks you till your slick stains the carpet, the rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ of his hips against yours fills the room. he growls in your ear, too far gone for words. he finally has something soft and warm to rut into, his thick cock filling out every inch of your wet cunt.

you go round after round, soft tummy getting more and more pudgy as he fills you with cum. by now, price and ghost have stopped talking. their eyes fix on the web of slick and cum that connect you and soap each time the bigger pup pulls back. the way you drool into the carpet as you whimper, and how soaps tail whips back and forth as he ruins you.

soap is mean, he fucks you like he hates you, rubs your throbbing clit as he chokes you out. he grins as you whimper and babble, crying for your owner. it’s not his fault your body can’t take a proper cock like his, your poor puppy-cunt is used to human cock. he practically splits you in half as he stuffs you with his knott. your cunt cumming around him for the nth time.

price is less than sympathetic, kneeling down infront of you. he brushes your hair back, smirking as he notices just how fucked out you are. soap doesn’t stop as price gently cups your cheeks. “just a couple more rounds, okay pup? don’t want you humping my leg all night again.” he chuckles lowly as you whine, tears streaming down your face as you sob, “cmon, be a good girl n take it. atta girl.”

#uhhhhh shit it’s been a while #ik this isn’t my best but i tried 😭#mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #price x reader #john price x reader #price x chubby!puppygirl #ghost x reader #price x female reader #price x reader smut #female reader #ghost x reader smut #soap x reader smut #soap ccs reader #soap x reader #ghoap x reader #goap x pricespup

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acidxinxwonderland · 10 months

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corruption has never been so sweet

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader Summary: Ever since you began taking the night shift as a security guard at the Mega Pizzaplex, Freddy always kept you company throughout the night. You were spoiled with his attention to say the very least, but the one time he doesn't show up you are bound and determined to find him. Once you do, it turns into a night the both of you will never forget.

Warnings: Size difference, VERY strong ABO vibes, knotting, rutting, unrealistic sex, breeding briefly mentioned, dom feddy, marking, bonding, a little bit of blood, robot/human

Word Count: 6.5k A/N: This is the most degenerate thing I have EVER written for Freddy, just pure self indulgence to tide me over while I write the longer fic involving him, hope you enjoy! As mentioned in the warnings this has STRONG ABO vibes, it's just written in my own way so be warned of the shameless smut, Freddy is basically an alpha. Also... I’m sorry LMAO. Keep your eyes out for a gender neutral version in the next few weeks for all you NBs out there B) Here is the ao3 link in case that’s more your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48255442

Being a night guard at the Mega Pizzaplex was always something you enjoyed since you began working here seven months back, despite all the walking and the sticky situations you have found yourself in you always felt comfort in a certain animatronic bear you've come to love dearly. This bear always made sure you had company during your nightly rounds, mindless chatter about his day and sharing fun jokes. Every night he would find you to walk along with you, yet tonight you haven’t seen him once.

You thought at first maybe he was in need of repairs and was stuck in parts and services for the night but when you checked to see he wasn’t there. He’s never done this to you before, it fills you with concern so you thought you might as well do a wellness check on your good friend.

You find yourself walking down Rockstar Row halfway into your shift, you weren’t supposed to survey this area yet but you just had to make sure he was okay. You peer into each green room, giving Chica a wave when passing hers while making your way to Freddy’s. While strolling past the large window you see a glimpse of him through a sliver of the red curtain, now that you know he was there you pick up your pace. You go to the door and immediately swipe your badge to slide it open.

Once the door was open you see Freddy was standing in front of the mirror, seemingly staring at his own reflection with his large hands on each side of the desk before snapping his attention towards you. It takes you seconds to realize something was off with him.

“Ah, hey Freddy. Just wanted to check in on you, I noticed you didn’t find me and well… Here I am.” You let out a small nervous chuckle, giving the robotic bear a kind smile.

“Superstar, I am truly sorry but… You must stay away tonight.” Freddy growls out in this deep, animalistic voice you never heard before, it causes the hairs to stand on the back of your neck. He pushes himself off from the mirrors table to take a step away from you. “I... I am not right.”

An expression of concern falls on your features while you notice his disheveled state. You were worried before but now the feeling was tenfold, wanting to help the animatronic you fell in love with.

“Not right? Well… I don’t mind being here if you need the support.” You say in a careful tone, almost as if you were talking to a wild animal. You take a step closer and he immediately goes back, causing a frown to tug at your lips.

“Please, it is not a good idea for you to be here at this moment.” While he talks you notice the way he rumbles each word in this dangerous tone that sends shivers up your spine.

“You could never scare me bud, I’m here for you. What’s going on with you? Do you have a glitch of some sorts?” You get even closer and this time he doesn’t back away, glowing blue optics zoning in on you.

“Do not act coy with me.” He grumbles out in that same deep tone. “Do not pretend like you do not know what is going on.” You’ve never heard him speak to you in such a way, feeling your heart plunging down to your stomach as the alarm bells in your head finally go off.

This time it was his turn to approach you and for you to back away. Although you don’t get very far, in a blink of an eye his immense paw-like hands enclose around your shoulders, continuing forward so he could roughly push you up against a wall.

“You must have done this to me, if not you then who else?” He snarls down at you, baring his fangs.

Your eyes widen, feeling the smallest sense of fear as you scramble to speak. “F-Freddy! I don’t k-know what you’re talking about!” You press your hands up against his chest plate, pushing at him despite knowing full well you would not be able to get him off of you no matter how much you tried.

“You don't?” He speaks sharply, leaning in closer to you with the look of a predator sizing its prey. “Then tell me why your scent alone has been affecting me so heavily? Why do you make me feel this way? You must have done something to me, corrupted me somehow.”

You are completely taken aback by his words, it almost felt like you were talking to an entirely different animatronic yet deep down you knew that this was still the same bear you love so dearly.

“I promise you, whatever is happening to you it has n-nothing to do with me. Please trust me on this.” You are desperate while you talk, giving him a pleading look in hopes of convincing him.

His grip on your shoulder loosens as he registers what you say, closing his eyes tightly to regain his composure. “You… Your voice, your scent.” He whispers, brows furrowing. His massive paw-like hands trail down your arm, seeming to begin to calm down..

His eyes slide open, giving you a look of remorse that brings you a sense of familiarity once again. “You’re right superstar, I am truly sorry for what I’ve just done. This was not appropriate of me at all. Please, you need- no, you have to leave.”

You feel a twinge of annoyance from his demand. “No.” You start sternly, shooting him a glare. “You really think I’m going to up and leave after what just happened? Something is clearly wrong Freddy. You’ve got to tell me bud, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on with you.”

“I-” He looks off to the side, reluctantly taking his hands away from your arms. “I don’t know exactly what I am experiencing but… I have an idea as to what it could be.” Freddy sounded so distraught, it was so strange for you to see him in such a state.

Your eyes soften from his clear confusion, still feeling deep concern for the bear in front of you.

“That’s okay that you don’t know.” You place a hand on his large arm and he appears to stiffen from your touch. “Why don’t you break it down, what are your um… Symptoms?” As soon as you asked this question his expression turned into one of shame.

He lets out a mechanical sigh, forcing himself to speak. “Well… Everything about you has been making me ache in a way I never felt before. This has been an issue since we first met, but recently it has gotten much worse. It’s been… Frustrating to say the least.”

Your eyes widened as he explained what was happening to him. A deep blush settles upon your cheeks as your already racing heart goes into turbo mode. What the hell was he even talking about?! Was he basically admitting he had sexual feelings towards you?

“W-what do you mean I make you ache. I-in what way?” You stutter out the question, convincing yourself that you had it all wrong.

“Do I really need to explain it?” Freddy growls out in this low, husky tone. You shudder out from his voice alone, body going rigid as he places a hand against the wall besides your head. “Although there is something I do know… The only reasonable explanation I have found for these feelings is a similar pattern of certain species of animals who are afflicted heavily when they enter a… mating season.” He cringes at the last words, having to look away from you in embarrassment.

You are in complete shock at his words, feeling your entire body get impossibly warm as your eyes flicker to his muzzle. You try to process what he is saying. Matching patterns of certain species of animals… He’s a robotic bear so that means…

“You’re- you’re experiencing a rut.” You bluntly state. “Because of me..? You don’t feel this way towards anyone else?”

“Yes superstar. You are the only one who is making me feel this way.” He mutters the answer out, groaning lowly. “It is just you. I’ve never experienced this before… I can’t think straight.”

The frustration was clear in his voice and you rub his large arm up and down soothingly. Despite the sympathy you feel towards him you feel like you are in a dream. It was hard to wrap your head around the fact that the animatronic bear made to entertain was basically in heat and it’s all your fault. This whole situation causes your own arousal to stir deep within your core, trying your best to push past it as you give him a reassuring look.

“It’s going to be okay Freddy. Just try your best to relax for me, alright? Tell me, what’s going through your mind right now?” You keep your voice calm despite how you hear your own heart beat pounding wildly in your ears. You’re curious, having the need to know more.

“It’s like… My thoughts are muddled by your scent.” He says in a choked voice, obviously not too pleased to be confessing such things to you. “All I can think of is certain images of you, even before this. I tried my best to edit my own code when things got too confusing, but it got harder and harder every time, reappearing every time I see you. Now no matter what I do I can’t get rid of it.” He growls out the last part, frustrated beyond belief. “What have you done to me, superstar?”

All you can do for a few moments is stare up at him as the weight of his words sink in. He asked a very valid question, what did you do to him? You basically corrupted his programming merely by existing!

“Freddy, I am so sorry. I swear to you I did not mean to cause any of this.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! Do you seriously think I somehow purposefully did this to you?!”

Freddy falls silent for a moment, looking down at the floor between the two of you. “I did think so, yes.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief and he looks back up at you with curious eyes. You let your head fall back against the wall you were still trapped against. “You realize how insane this is right?”

Freddy lets out a huff, leaning in closer. “You’re the one who made me like this superstar, whether you meant to or not.” His eyes flickered to your lips and you felt like you were going to die right then and there. A frustrated groan leaves him, finally pushing himself off of you and taking a step away. “The last measure I can take is to isolate myself completely until these feelings pass.”

You stay leaning up against the wall, eyes trailing up and down his large frame. If he isolates himself he wouldn’t be able to go through with his daily duties, it could get him in trouble, even decommissioned.

“It isn’t the last measure.” You murmur out, catching his attention.

“... What are you implying?” He cautiously asks.

You push yourself off the wall, taking a step towards him as your face feels warmer than ever before. “I’m implying,” You begin, taking his hand into yours. “I-I can help you. Since you’ve been honest with me, I’ll be honest with you. I have had desires for you since the day we met, both romantic and sexual. Since I am the one who caused this mess for you then I will fix it.”

Freddy stares at your linked hands, his brows knitting together. “Superstar… I…” He trails off before letting out a low growl that causes goose bumps to rise. “You do not need to do this. I am worried for your safety.” Despite his words he grabs onto your waist with his free hand and pulls you closer to him. “I do not wish to harm you.”

Warmth rushes to your cheeks as you are brought up against him, mustering a smile of reassurance. “Hey, you warned me, didn’t you? If I end up getting hurt somehow, it’ll be my fault, not yours. I’m coming into this knowing what is in store for me.” You untangle your hand with his to place it against his jaw, watching with interest as he immediately leaned into your touch. “Rut or not, I know you. I don't think you could ever seriously injure me even if you wanted to. Let me help you.”

Freddy’s face softens at your words, the hand on your waist tightens. “Are you sure…?” He asks with hesitation in his tone.

“I’m sure Freddy. But… How are we going to do this, because erm, as far as I know you’re pretty much a ken doll.” You glance down and he tilts his head to the side.

“Ken doll…?” He repeats quizzically.

“Yeah, like, not having a penis.” Your face flushes, looking off to the side as he leans in to you, his muzzle right next to your ear.

“If you must know, superstar. I am very well endowed.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Oh… I um, I see.” You muster out, feeling so taken aback in the moment. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him.

“Does this change anything?” He questions you in a tone dripping with yearning. He brings his hand up to your face, placing a gentle finger underneath your chin and tilting your head up towards him. “You must tell me now, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

You feel your heart skip a beat from the gentle touch, the bear you fell in love with shining through. You stare up at him now, eyes searching his own. It was clear your silence felt like eternity to him, his grip tightening on your waist to the point it almost hurt. You didn’t allow yourself to over think, finally giving him a firm nod.

“Nothing has changed. I want you.”

Freddy’s blue optics darken at your words, it appeared that was all you needed to say. He didn’t say anything else, lifting your body up with his powerful arms to push you back up against the wall.

His muzzle clashes against your lips with greed, It was cold from his alloy but you can feel every ounce of hunger from him through the gesture. Your arms fall around his neck, squeezing your eyes closed as you return the kiss with matched desire. You were already dizzy by the entire thing, feeling the air from your lungs escape you until he finally pulls away to bury his face in your neck while letting out a guttural growl.

“You smell so good my star.” Freddy rumbles, using his mouth to nip at the skin that causes small whimpers to leave your lips due to how sensitive you are. “Gods, and you sound so good too. I have been wanting you for so long.” He presses his hips firmly against your clothed sex, the feeling makes you drip with arousal.

“Freddy.” You whine out, starting to helplessly grind up against him. “M-me too. So, so long. I need you.”

“And you have me.” He murmurs possessively, one of his hands sliding down to your bottom and giving a firm squeeze. He swiftly runs his claw through the buttons of your shirt, popping each one off the material to expose your bare chest.

He leans back to look down at you, a low groan leaving him just from the mere sight of you. “Pretty girl.” Freddy rolls his hips up against yours, squeezing his eyes tight from the feeling it provided.

You take his clear sensitivity to your advantage, rubbing into him hard and fast as moans tumble out past your mouth. “Oh my sweet star.” He groans, keeping you held up with one hand as the other goes in between your legs to press the palm of his hand up against your sex.

You squirm in place as the feelings of pleasure crash down onto you, everything is going so fast and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He pushes up into your wet heat with a low growl, peering down at you with predatory optics.

“I am going to make you mine.” He snarls, bearing his teeth before ripping the front of your leggings and underwear with his claws in one go. You would yell at him for ruining your clothes if it wasn’t for his large knuckle pressing down onto your clit. You let out a sharp gasp as he moves against your engorged nub before plunging a finger deep inside of you with no warning.

Your head hits hard against the wall behind you, his finger was so big, even just that filled you up. He wiggled it back and forth, letting out a small grunt. “You are soaking wet superstar, no wonder your scent affects me so heavily.” He marvels in a gruff tone, beginning to slip his finger in and out of you at a brisk pace.

“Oh, oh fuck Freddy. God, please.” Your mouth was agape, panting out while you flutter around the intrusion, your mind was already going blank and it only gets worse when he shoves a second finger into your hole.

He leans down to bite at the neck as if he was claiming his prize, making you buck up against him as he sets a brutal pace. He pushes you harder up against the wall and you swear you see stars.

“I can’t hold back anymore superstar. I must take you now.” He warns in a low tone.

Your nails dig into the paint of his metal, feeling your thighs tremble from his words. “Take me, please take me.” You babble, scratching at his surface with eyes full of carnal desire. “I need it so badly.”

As soon as you give him full consent he pulls his fingers out, keeping you in place against the wall while he shuffles a little away from you. Your eyes trail down to his pelvic plate with bated breath, feeling eager to see what was underneath. You watch as it slides open and the large, girthy shaft emerges makes you audibly gasp. Never have you seen something such as this, it didn’t even look human, covered in soft silicone skin that looked ever so tantalizing.

“I cannot guarantee you this will not be a bit painful.” His words rumble out of him in a deep guttural pitch.

“I can handle a little pain.” You murmur out, goggling at the exotic cock right in front of you, noticing the knot at the base that makes your heart sink.

“I know you can, my superstar.” Freddy grabs the base, pumping it before lining it up to your dripping hole, he lets out a low groan as he pushes the engorged head inside of you. “My gods.” He squeezed his eyes closed once again, it was clear he was trying his best to take it slow for you as he pushed into you.

Your back arches as the large shaft stretches you out thoroughly, letting out a strangled cry from the burning sensation deep inside of you. “Oh- oh my god, you’re so fucking big.” You look down, the sight of his cock making its way inside of you made you feel like you were going to faint.

“Bear with it.” He grunts, leaning in till your foreheads touch. “You can do it, you can take it.” The hand once on his member went down to your clit, rubbing at it in an attempt to outweigh the pain with pleasure.

You let out whimpers, getting completely lost in the moment. You buck your hips, causing his cock to push in even deeper and making you both let out a gasp. He was all the way inside you now, his pronounced head pushing up against your cervix almost painfully.

Your legs kick up into the air instinctively as he continues to stimulate your sensitive nub, clenching tight around him and making him let out a long sigh of pleasure.

“Y-you can go. Please go, give me your all.” You don’t even recognize yourself as you speak, finally realizing you needed this just as much as he did.

Freddy doesn’t say a word, grabbing onto your waist with a bruising grip while drawing himself out almost all the way before slamming right back into your tight heat. Your hole gives and stretches under the assault, a loud crying ripping through your throat as he begins to pump in and out of you at a barbaric speed.

You feel your body slide up against the wall only to be pulled right back down onto his cock, the intense pounding making your eyes roll to the back of your head, only able to moan out in ecstasy as his animalistic grunts mix in.

“Take it all superstar, offer yourself to me completely. Become mine.” He huffs out in this possessive tone that makes you shiver.

“I’m yours, I’m all yours!” You gasp out, trying to adjust to the cock ramming in and out of you with no remorse. “Oh, oh god, you-you’re going to make me cum!”

“Already?” He growls, letting out a deep chuckle. “Let go for me starlight, let me see you come undone.”

That’s all you needed to hear, your wet walls clamping hard around him as you get thrown into a hard climax, practically screaming as he fucks you through it. He lets out a long groan as you convulse around him, your mind going completely blank as you continue to cry out.

“Good girl.” Freddy praises through grunts, thrusting into you with unrestrained movements that are making you lose your mind. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so tight.”

He completely pulls out of you, leaving you confused before he grabs you with his rough hands and walks over to the plush red couch in his green room. He throws you on it, fisting his cock while giving you a dangerous look.

“Hands and knees.” He orders and with the tone he used it was clear there was no room for hesitation.

You scramble into position, keeping your lower half high in the air as if you were presenting to him. “Please give me more.” You whine, swaying your hips from side to side.

Freddy lets out a deep groan just from the sight of you. You feel the cushion dip as he gets into position, one knee on the couch with his other foot planted on the ground.

“Oh I’m going to give it to you alright.” He gruffs, grabbing a hold of each side of your hips before shoving himself right back into your tight hole. You don’t even get a split second to adjust, continuing that relentless pace he set before. The new angle does wonders for you, shouting out in pleasure and pain from the way he hit your cervix.

Every thrust sends your body lurching forward, his strong grip on you was the only reason you weren’t on the other side of the couch by now. You try to lift your upper half to look back at him but he places a hand on your back and shoves you right down onto the cushions.

“Stay down.” He snarls riotously, digging the claws on your hip into your skin.

You comply, clawing at the couch underneath you as you helplessly cry out. You can can't even really hear yourself, the sound of your heart hammering in your ears as you feel your walls open up for him more and more, the pleasure piling on.

“Who do you belong to, superstar?” You barely hear his question but as soon as it registers you don’t think twice.

“You! I belong to you!” You buck back against him, hungry for more. You feel yourself lost in the sensation, focused on him and how good he was making you feel. The drag of his big textured cock along your walls was driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Let me mark you superstar. I want to claim you as my own. Be mine and only mine.” His hand goes into your hair, tugging it upwards to make your back arch while savagely grunting with each thrust. He leans down, covering your body with his own as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

You were willing to do anything to please him, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as you babble out. “Yes! I’ll be y-yours. Mark me!”

As soon as you give the go ahead his sharp fangs sink into the junction of your neck, making you weep out in both pain and pleasure. You feel him break skin, a small stream of warmth trickling down your neck.

After a few moments he lets go, keeping himself pressed up against your back as he humps into your twitching tunnel. “All mine, my mate.” He nuzzles into your neck and you relish in his affection. “You’re my good girl, do you have any idea how long I have waited to claim my prize?”

You can’t even muster the strength to answer him as lewd noises tumble out of your mouth, letting out a yelp as his cock hits the perfect spot. “Fuck, oh, oh yes Freddy, r-right there!”

Once again you are pushed into a hard climax, squeezing down onto his massive cock as your own juices run down your thighs. “Oh, oh my god!” He lets go of your hair and you fall down onto the cushions, weakly clawing at the fabric as you feel your energy getting zapped from you. He didn’t slow down, ruthlessly slamming into you repeatedly.

“Take it.” He speaks close to your ear, using your slick juices to pave the way for more wild, frenzied thrusts. “You are so beautiful like this.”

You writhe underneath him, not being able to keep up with the massive shaft pumping into your quivering core. Before you know it he pulls out once again to flip you onto your back, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them high into the air towards your body before slamming right back in. The new angle made you scream out in ecstasy, staring up at him with wide, tear filled eyes.

You enjoyed this position, being able to see the giant bear in full view as he violently fucks your tight cunt raw. Your face contorted in pleasure, calling out his name over and over again like a mantra. His paw goes back to your clit, only needing to give the slightest of friction before you cum again, your back arching off the couch as you go through the motions of a hard climax.

“That’s a good girl. Look at you, my sweet little prey. I’m going to breed you so good.”

Something about him saying that to you made you realize the true power he had over you, something you have never let anyone else have.

“Oh, oh fuck, please F-Freddy, please!”

Freddy grunts out savagely, his giant paw enclosing around your neck as he leans in closer, carnal lust evident in his blue eyes. “Please what superstar, what do you want?”

You feel your face flush from his question, panting out harshly as you feel his member twitch inside of you. His thrusts became more shallow, pounding in so deep you feel shock waves pulsing through your much smaller body.

“P-please, please breed me!” You feel embarrassed from your own words, wanting to look away but keeping your hazy eyes full of tears trained on his own. “I-I need it, I need you to cum inside of me.”

Your pleading appeared to only make him more aggressive, his clawed hand tightening around your neck to restrict your breathing.

“Superstar,” He struggled to get out what he needed to say in between each feral grunt that came from deep within. “You belong to me until the end of time. My mate… Mine!” He roars out the last word, shoving himself deep inside of you and pushing his knot into your hole.

You let out a soundless cry, body going limp as you feel thick ropes of his seed coating your insides. Tears slip down your cheek, enjoying the burning pain from the stretch of his knot as you rasp out breaths. “Oh, oh Freddy.” You gasp, trying your best to wrap your head around all that had just happened between the two of you.

“My sweet superstar.” He bellows, looking down at you with pure affection. His large arms wrap around your waist carefully, picking you up into a tight embrace. His hands rub up and down your shaking body, pressing his muzzle against your hair. “You did so wonderfully, took it all so well.”

You keep your head buried in his neck, panting out against metal as you feel a deep sense of comfort from his affectionate words. “F-Freddy,” You manage to murmur out despite how empty your head felt at the moment. “I love you… I love you so much.”

Freddy’s caresses pause for just a moment, making you feel as though you shouldn’t have said that to him. Just as you were about to back track he held you even tighter.

“You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say those words to me. I love you too. If I had a heart, it is yours to possess.”

Tears well up in your eyes from his words, nuzzling into him happily. You stay there for a moment, trying your best to regain your composure but it seems almost impossible.

You finally lean back, wincing from the throbbing knot embedded inside of you. “A-are you um, are you feeling better now?” You ask shyly, looking off to the side.

Freddy lets out a deep hum, his large hand falling onto your cheek and pushing your face back up towards his. “Yes, much better. All thanks to my sweet star.” He leans down to press his mouth against your forehead. “It’ll come back eventually, but I am not worried about it now with you by my side.”

He brings you closer, tucking your head underneath his chin as he rocks back and forth to soothe you. “Are you alright? I am sorry for how rough I was with you, I truly could not hold back.”

“‘M alright.” You murmur, having a hard time stringing words and thoughts together. “It hurt a bit but… I liked it a lot.”

“I’m glad to hear it, I liked it too. Although I did imagine our first time together to be a bit… Sweeter. Yet I am still content knowing you are mine now.” He trails his hand up your shoulder and to your neck, gently pressing down onto the mark he gave you earlier. “You do understand the meaning behind this, right superstar? We are bonded now, never will I do this with another.”

You feel your face get warm, moving back to stare up at him. “Neither will I.” You give him a weak smile, placing your hand over his and letting out a shaky sigh.

He leans in, brushing his muzzle against your lips affectionately, massaging at your neck with his large fingers. “I want you more than any physical pleasure could ever give me… Looks like I’ll have to properly court you now.”

You let out a breathless laugh, looking down at where you are locked together. “I think it’s a little too late for that.”

“Perhaps… But I promise you next time will be a lot more gentle, alright?”

“Gentle or not, I don’t care. I’m just g-glad we have this now. Although it’s hard to believe me of all the people in the world made you feel this way. I’m honored honestly, but I also felt a little bad… You seemed so distressed earlier.”

“There is no need to feel bad my star.” He says affectionately, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind your ear before continuing. “You eased my pain in a way no one else could. It is you who made everything worthwhile.” His voice tapers off into a muffled sigh, glancing away from you with a worried look.

“I’m sorry… If I scared you earlier. I was just so confused, and angry. It was so much more manageable at the start but when you were the only thing on my mind, it was frustrating.”

Now it was your turn to grab his face to have him look back at you. “To tell you the truth, it was a little scary. But it was also pretty hot.” Freddy’s eyes widen from your confession and you let out a laugh. “You’re always so sweet and caring, I never pegged you to be a dominant kinda bear in this way.”

“I have plenty of tricks up my sleeves.” He chuckles deeply, leaning in to pepper kisses along your face. “If I had sleeves of course.” Freddy nuzzles into your hair and you soak up his affection like a cat bathing in the sun. “Now… How sore are you?” He uses his hand to tilt your chin up for your eyes to meet.

You get lost in the glowing blue optics, your walls twitching around the shaft stuffed deep inside of you. “Pretty sore, I can feel some bruises forming and I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk straight but other than that I am very satisfied. I think this will be all that I’m thinking about over the weekend.”

Freddy huffs out a small laugh. “Oh trust me superstar, we will have plenty of more times like this to think about. Soon all you’ll be able to think of is me using this sweet little body of yours.” You let out a squeak from his words, hiding your face in your hands as your cheeks become a bright red. “Awe, I’m sorry, did I make you shy?”

“W-what do you think?” You murmur out into your hands, peeking up at him through your fingers to see the amused look on his face. You feel even more embarrassed, why did he have to be so suave?! You shift in place, letting out a small gasp from the feeling of him still deep inside of you.

“Um… How long do you think this is going to last?” You ask, gesturing towards where the two of you are connected.

“That is a very good question, superstar. I sadly do not know, this is the first time I’ve ever done this with someone.” His eyes lock down to the area, one of his hands running up your thigh. “Although you do look quite beautiful like this, perhaps I should make you stay here forever?”

You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes. “That will get both you and me into some pretty big trouble. But… It does feel really good i-inside of me.” You confess.

“Does it now? Because I swear I am in heaven.” He lets out a low hum, his finger dragging over your hip bone and causing you to shudder. He falls silent for a moment, playing with the hem of the shirt he ripped open. “Your poor clothes, I apologize, I promise once we are free I will find you a fresh pair to change into.”

You shrug your shoulders, looking down at yourself. You looked like a mess yet you didn’t mind it. “It’s alright, I’ve got plenty of these shirts and plenty of leggings. The only thing I want right now is you.”

“Then you shall have me my sweet star, till the end of time.” He leans in, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips that makes you melt. “We’ll get you something proper to eat and drink after this too, you have zapped a lot of your energy.”

All you can do is stare up at him with pure admiration, he was so caring, you can’t help but feel like he was made for you and no one else. You begin to feel a little emotional, tears building up and threatening to spill. He notices this quickly, a look of concern in his eyes but you are quick to express your feelings, wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

“Freddy, I love you, I really do.”

Freddy’s eyes soften, pressing his muzzle up against your forehead as his arms wrap around your waist.

“Oh my sweet star… I truly don’t think I could ever get used to hearing you say such a thing to me. I love you too, more than I could ever express.”

Those three words held such a deep meaning, you agreed with him, you will never get used to this. Just look at you, a human girl now officially in a relationship with a giant animatronic bear. You have so many questions about this whole situation, so much to explore with him, but you can do that later.

“You know…” You begin, letting out a brief chuckle. “This is quite the scandal you got yourself into Mr. Fazbear. We have to be careful, okay? We can’t let anyone find out.”

Freddy nods his head, moving his hand to lightly trace your cheek. “You are right, we will have to be discreet and take many precautions. I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

“To keep me safe?” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. He was so selfless, such a sweet bear. “Don’t forget about yourself. The worst thing for me is going to jail, but I’d stay there a lifetime if that means you can continue on. Just please remember the risk, okay?”

“I am willing to take this risk if it means I can stay by your side.” His claw traces over the curves of your lips, his eyes fixated on them with a fascinated look. “My beautiful girl… I will hold onto every moment of this night.”

He leans in to press his cold muzzle up against your warm lips. A shiver runs down your spine, letting out a happy, tired sigh through the kiss. Once you pull apart he lays his forehead on yours, a hand running up and down your back soothingly.

“As long as we are together, nothing can truly hurt us.” Freddy's voice is confident like everything else about him.

You were more sure than ever going into this. The direction of where this relationship was heading only filled you with a sense of excitement, you still can’t tell whether this is a dream or not. You lean into him, letting your eyes fall closed as you feel completely relaxed for the first time in a long while.

You were his and he was yours, you wouldn't have it any other way.

#glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #cc x reader #fnaf smut #glamrock freddy x y/n #fnaf

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floredaqueen · 28 days

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𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ𝔻𝔸𝕐, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲❤︎

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝! 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨!❦︎

❦︎...❦︎

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @unamused-boss @gri959 @buckysgrace @billys-pretty-babe @voyeurmunson

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frxxxncx · 7 months

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need to know - k. soonyoung

»boyfriend!¡kwon soonyoung x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you just wanted to dance all night long, but the night had other plans for you.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, chocking, exhibitionistm, dirty talk (I suck at this, I’m not joking), degradation…?, sex in public, bulge kink kind of, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, it’s a little nasty at the end ngl, kinda mean dom!soonyoung, sub!reader.

»Words: 1.7k

note: This concept of Kwon Soonyoung makes me scream in my pillow every night. Need to know was my most played song in 2021.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your pink mini-skirt danced gracefully with you, stroking your plump thighs softly, fabric barely covering your ass, chest moving slowly, contrasting with the voluptuous motions of your hips.

You felt aroused, only looking for your boyfriend's gaze from the bar counter, you were the one who proposed to go out to dance, but Soonyoung, even though he liked to dance was not in the mood to do it that day, but you were willing to make his cock raise proud, as if you had telekinesis.

You felt someone behind you, but you were certain that it wasn’t your boyfriend, you were going to get away from him but an evil thought crossed your filthy mind, you decided to use the disrespectful guy whom was gripping grossly tight your waist with his flagrant sticky and sweaty hands, you wanted to provoke your boyfriend, but his reaction was taking long that you expected and you were starting to get utterly disgusted by the stranger.

Still it was thrilling, you knew what was coming after this stunt you just made. The movements of your hips were exaggerated, while your hands were placed over the other guy. Gross.

It was extremely uncomfortable to feel the unfamiliar hands travel your body with that intimacy, but at the same time you shiver at the feel of Soonyoung's strong gaze over you. So he finally saw you.

The foreign hands disappeared, being replace for your boyfriend’s hot and heavy touch, you could hear clearly how Soonyoung shouted with rage “Fuck off”. A chill ran down your back, you knew perfectly what was coming and you were so fucking prepared for the consequences of your actions.

His hands were squeezing your waist so tightly, and you were sure the silhouette of his fingers was going to be engraved in your skin in a purplish color by tomorrow. His warm breath felt delicious over the back of your neck, body’s so close you could feel all of him pressed against you. Soonyoung tongue caressed your ear feeling the cold metal of your piercings.

“Did you like provoking me while grinding against that bastard like a fucking slut in heat?” He whispered, one of his hands getting to the hem of your pinky skirt, thighs clenching together at the familiar feeling striking your cunt, his digits travelled over your soft skin, and under your skirt, fingers stroking the fabric of your lingerie.

The darkness of the place played in your favour, no one seemed like they were able to see a thing, or maybe they were just enjoying the show, perhaps they were doing the same with their partners.

The rough palms of Soonyoung caressed your cunt over the silky fabric of your underwear, making you stutter in his arms, his left hand rested on your neck choking you slightly, enough to make you moan at the pressure, you could feel your slick starting soak the thin fabric of you lingerie, you were dripping like a faucet and you needed a plumber to help you fix the problem, most definitely.

His cold fingers sneaked inside your underwear, digits now dripping wet in your arousal, you shivered thrilled with his fingers now rubbing circles in your swollen and needy clit, your hips wouldn’t stop moving anxious due to the strokes that started to become faster and faster, putting more pressure in the delicate bud of nerves, his middle fingers travelled to your core, making his ways inside of you, your hands gripped his wrist tightly, retaining a guttural moan that was building up in your throat.

His ring finger joined inside, now both digits were playing in your warm embrace, rubbing into all the good spots inside of you, while his palm was fondling your clit, his fingers scissoring you, stretching your velvety walls. Your moans slipped from your mouth uncontrollably, and you were so glad that the music was so loud, otherwise everyone would notice how your boyfriend was finger fucking the life out of you.

“You pussy so cute and so wet for me, I can feel your cunt so deliciously tight around my fingers” he whispered in your ear, curling his fingers and tightening the grip in your neck “Come on, baby, beg me for it and I will give it to you” the kiss below your ear makes you gasp, breathing was starting to become difficult “Beg for me, just like the cockslut you are” a high pitch moan escape from you when his fingers stretched more inside of you, the burning feeling only making you wish for more.

“Please, please, I need you” you whine desperately, head pressed against his chest, arching your back and moving your hips, feeling the hard on in the base of your back.

“It turns you on, huh?” His hoarse voice behind you contrasted with he sensual music that was playing now, hand that was fingering you, now unzipping his pants hurriedly“I’m going to fuck you infront of all these people and you are soaking wet for it”

He lifted your skirt and moved your underwear to the side, you felt the fabric tear in your skin, and sighed at it, his cock was caressing your sticky folds, spreading all your juices on his shaft, sliding easily on your lips.

“God, you’re so ready for me” he purred, and without thinking twice he thrusted inside of you groaning satisfied after bottoming you out, a loud and guttural moan break from you, due to the force and the toughness of the thrust it kind of burned, but it burned so good that the coil that been building in your belly increased enormously.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so perfect, so good for me” Soonyoung’s dancer hips pistoned with an animalistic pace, biting your lips was starting to become a poor attempt to muffle some of your whimpers, even the wet and lewd sound was beginning to echo over the music in your ears.

Your velvety walls were clenching around Soonyoung’s dick, making him groan satisfied, the sound of his voice caressing your ears like honey, almost triggering your desired orgasm.

The pleasure filled your insides and your clit wouldn’t stop pulsating under Soonyoung insisting rubs, left hand gripping firmly your neck taking your breath away, the coil in you belly was so close to bursting, your hips trembling and colliding with his that wouldn’t stop pistoning into you, every thrust tougher than the other.

At some point, both of his hands rested on your belly, pressing not tight but just enough to make you see stars over your head like a pretty halo, his dick jammed inside of you and the pressure of his hands made you feel like your guts were being rearranged, everything was hot and narrow, your lips were bright red and glossy, you thought that tomorrow they would hurt so bad.

Soonyoung kept hammering into you, one hand pressing your stomach and the other taking your breath away once again, while his hips drilled into you fast and messy, your so desired orgasms stroke through you, body jerking forward as you howled in pleasure, while he kept grunting on the damp skin of your nape, and finally he let go of you neck. He plumped himself dry into you, painting your insides white.

And perhaps it was because you were on a public place or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend just was exceptionally good at fucking you, but if he wasn’t holding you tight, you would be in the floor due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I think we need to go home” he said getting out of you slowly, hearing you whine in the process, now he was fixing his pants and holding tight onto you.

The words could get out of your mouth properly, you only remained clinging onto Soonyoung’s arm while his still warm cum travelled in the soft skin between your thighs, your cunt was sore, even then you could feel his dick inside of you, making you shudder, your legs were all wobbly and the sticky load was peeking from the edge of your skirt. Soonyoung felt bad about it and wiped it as much as he could with his hand, and then he fixed your underwear so his cum wouldn’t go anywhere.

You tried to walk while grabbing your boyfriend’s shirt tightly, but your legs just gave up and a mini scream came out when you felt like falling on your face.

“Sonnie, I can’t, my legs” you said, stuttering looking at your boyfriend with shining eyes because of the tears, still moaning quietly trying to stand still.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk, satisfied of having fucked you so well you couldn’t even walk, but still he felt a little -just a little- bad for you, maybe he was to rough, you liked it though.

Chuckling Soonyoung gave you one last look full of joy and breathed out surrendering.

“Come on, pretty, I’ll carry you” he said before lifting you into bridal style, making you feel as light as a feather. “When we get home, I’ll make us a warm bath and I’ll clean you up very well, it’s okay, honey?” He asked in a childish tone, making you laugh and nod at the same time.

Once you were outside the club, Soonyoung made sure to put you in the passenger seat carefully but still a gasp came out of you, he zipped your belt and closed your door, and then he went to his seat.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit tense because of the sticky mess in between your legs, but still the light burn in your core felt quite pleasant making your cunt pulsate.

When you finally where in front of your house, you sighted “Next time instead of fucking in the middle of the dance floor, better drag me to the car and fuck my brains out here” the embarrassment was starting to kick in, the liquid confidence losing its effects.

Soonyoung looked at you with a crooked smile "why next time when I can do it right now?"

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ravenxd · 8 months

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Sub!Karl waking up next to you all horny and bothered, waking you up to help him. Riding him to the point of him whimpering and a sweet sobbing mess?

Contents: sub!karl, gn! reader, creampies, unprotected sex,

Sub! Karl waking up cuddling you.

Sub! Karl who woke up almost in cold sweat

Sub! Karl who looks down, seeing his boner poke your bare ass.

Sub! Karl who wakes you up, begging for help

When you wake up, you feel annoyed, you had promised Sapnap you'd head over to the Dream Team house first thing in the morning for a stream, you knew that now since you're awake, you won't be able to sleep.

But Karl is begging, persistent, pleading and whining. Your annoyance turns into need, you can feel the area between your legs becoming hot..

When you turn around to face him, his face is a deep red, his eyes are half lidded, and he's panting like a dog.

"Gosh, can't even let me sleep.." You whispered, getting on top of him and grinding your hips onto his boner. He moaned and grabbed at your hips.

"Fuck.. please.." He begged, his teary eyes looked into yours, boring into his eyes.

"Needy slut." You whispered, pulling his boxers to the side, you looked down at his cock, noticing the amount of precum on his tip.

The sight made you clench your thighs together. You'd position yourself over his throbbing cock, he watched in anticipation as you lowered yourself onto him, moaning to the top of his lungs as a form of relief overcame his body.

"Fuuckkkk..." He moaned, almost high-pitched.

"I know, sweetheart... but you asked for it.." You had moaned into his ear, before slowly fucking yourself on his cock.

Karl started moaning, his nails sink into the skin of your hips as you kept bouncing up and down his cock.

Karl could feel the way you clenched down on his cock, the feeling of having something in you while your body is slipping into sleep made it all the more pleasurable to you.

"Y/n, please- c- fuck..!" He practically yelled. "More, please..!"

You pushed Karl down onto the bed with your hands, making sure he wouldn't move away, and kept your hands on his shoulders.

His hands remained on your hips, his stomach dipping as he took deeper breaths.

His moans grew louder and you knew it wouldn't take long before he'd cum, you moved faster, burying your face into his neck and kissing his most sensitive places. His hips starting bucking up, trying to push his cock deeper between your pink walls, sucking him further in.

The depths his cock started reaching left your legs trembling, it had knocked the air out of your lungs.

"Shit-.. Karl..!" You moan, walls pulsating and eyes rolled back.

"Baby... I'm gonna.." Karl groaned as he threw his head back onto the pillow. "Fuck..!"

You moaned into Karl's mouth as you leaned down and brought him into a forceful kiss. His tongue immediately set into your mouth, making contact with yours.

With a few more strong thrusts, you felt Karl's cum flood your walls, pushing so deep inside. You dropped onto him as your own orgasm left you spent.

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b00kdiary · 3 months

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A Ballad of Flame & Shadow | Azriel

Alex was falling between worlds- falling through worlds- until she landed with Bryce someplace that was definitely not Hel.

And now there was a male before her, the most beautiful male she had ever seen and something other than fear sparked in her heart.

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CHAPTER ONE:

One moment Bryce and I were running toward the Gate, leaping through the Gate into the chasm of darkness beyond, Rigelus screaming at our backs.

And then the next we were falling.

Not through the worlds but across – as if some God had gripped us by our hair and yanked us sideways, pulling, pulling, pulling, our screams greeting nothing but stars and darkness and emptiness.

There was a pressure in my brain like someone had wrapped their hands around my throat and squeezed, a tightening that felt like fingers pressing down on my eyes to cave them in.

And so much screaming.

And then... grass.

I panted, a burst of pain lancing through my right shoulder as it collided with the ground, as it collided with the green grass below me. Though my head spun so wildly that for a second, I wondered if it was even real.

But I felt it, under my hands, beyond the Harpy's blood coating my palms and fingers, crusting under my nails- grass, dense and damp with condensation.

Hel had grass.

"Hel," I breathed, and it was pure panic that overrode the spinning in my mind, the pain in my body. Pure and undiluted panic as I realised where we had appeared, what likely prowled these lands. "Bryce-Bryce!"

My knees shook as I rose onto them, and I could feel my body begging me to stop- stop moving, stop fighting, just stop. But I didn't, couldn't, not as flashes of Hel's pets passed my mind's eye, those horrific creatures that had attacked Lunathion that day.

Deathstalkers, Kristallos demons- they would rip us to shreds before we even found Aidas.

"Bryce!" I called again- not too loud. I lifted my chin and I saw the Starsword, a few feet in front of me and then I glanced back- to where Bryce lay groaning on the floor. "Shit, shit-"

The air felt different here, thinner, and as I scrambled over to Bryce, half-crawling, half-stumbling, it took all my strength to make it those few feet before I dropped to my knees at her side.

"Alex," Bryce gritted her teeth as I rolled her onto her back, her tan skin ashen her body convulsing. Running from Rigelus's power, opening the Gate with the Horn, getting us both through to Hel- it was all too much for her.

"We need to go," Her amber eyes darted frantically, to and from my face to the darkening sky above. But even her hand clasping mine felt weak, and I knew that she was on the verge of passing out. "Death-deathstalkers, they'll kill us, Alex, we need to go."

"I know, I know," I rasped and something helpless burned behind my eyes as I held her hand, and watched her sneakers dig into the ground for leverage before giving out a second later. "We're not going to make it far with you like this Bryce, we need shelter, we need-"

The mists before us parted and the words died on my tongue as I beheld the land before me- beheld a sight of beauty. A flowing, crystal blue river, a lawn of verdant green grass, kept green grass, and beyond.

"A city," I gasped, and Bryce must not have heard me, not as she tried and failed to bend her knees under her. But I saw it, saw a city of stars and moonlight and prosperity, the kind that Ruhn had shown me pictures of when he had travelled across the Continents.

But there, through the mystified fog and past that winding river- movement. Demons of Hel.

"Bryce, I know you're tired, but you need to get up," I grab her limpening arm, tucking it against me and something twists in my gut at the wet feel of the Harpy's blood on her clothes and mine, the smell that thickened as I grabbed Bryce by the waist to haul her to her feet.

Her amber eyes opened; her head tilted back against my forearm blinking up at my face. And then her eyes widened.

"Alex-"

Too late.

Steel slid against my throat, cold and sharp and I froze.

A male spoke, like death incarnate against the shell of my ear, so close that I felt a tremor ripple across my skin. I didn't recognise the language, but with the hushed tone and the press of that blade against my carotid, I knew not to move.

I didn't even dare breathe.

Bryce grunted as she slipped from my grip and back to the grass, and as her eyes flashed to whatever demon stood behind me, I saw it in her face- her calling to her powers, just as I did now. But it splintered and cracked, shards slipping through my fingers.

I had nothing left to defend with, and if the dull star at Bryce's chest told me anything, it seemed we were out of luck.

That male voice spoke again, demanded something in that foreign tongue and when I still knelt on the ground, palms exposed, begging any who listened for even a flicker of magic to ignite in me, he growled.

Bryce gasped as his large hand clamped down on my shoulder, and I saw her fighting to rise as he hauled me up and twisted me to face him. "Don't fucking touch her."

But I didn't react. Not as I was met with something, unlike any demon I knew existed.

A male- the most beautiful male I had ever seen before. Golden skin, carved bone structure, raven hair. And those eyes were hazel, a sunburst of honey and whiskey, even if they seemed to gleam with violence.

The sight of him surprised me enough that I stumbled back a step and like the warrior he seemed to be, he reacted, his hand falling to my curved waist and gripping me. Something sparked, like a match being lit, at the touch.

And for a second, I think he felt it too, it seemed like those hazel eyes cleared and his tall, muscular form shivered at that spark. Just for a second and then it was gone.

He released my waist, instead wrapping his hand around my wrist, a glint of a blade shining in my peripheral. He spoke again, a quiet voice that seemed to hold no mercy. But I was dumbfounded as I stared at him.

The scale-like obsidian armour, crafted over acres of lean, corded muscle, and so tall I craned my neck to meet his eyes. And those wings, nothing like Hunt's, no, these were vast, black, leathery, tipped with talons that peered over his broad shoulders.

Hunt.

Ruhn.

Something squeezed in my chest and that beautiful face twisted, brows knitting and soft lips tilting down as tears filled my eyes.

"Take us to Aidas," I begged, and I couldn't stop how my body was shaking now. I glanced back at Bryce, braced on her palms and mascara running down her face- as if she too remembered all we had left behind. "Take us to Aidas, Prince Aidas!"

I couldn't stop the tears as they fell and when I jolted forward, curling my hands into the solid, intricate armour he wore, his eyes flashed in warning. But he didn't pull away. I leaned against him, knees near giving out and he seemed to recognise how desperate I was.

He spoke again, softer this time, that rough hand still holding my wrist.

"What the fuck is he saying?" Bryce choked, and I could hear rustling as if she was fighting with everything, she had in her to get up. I could practically hear her screaming in her mind get the fuck up.

"I don't understand, please, just take us to Prince Aidas. We came to Hel; we came for his help-"

"Hel?" He echoed the word sounding jumbled on his lips. I nodded frantically, my nails breaking against his armour, half my body flush against him now and he held my weight up with ease.

"Yes, yes, Hel!" I looked around, gesturing at the misty surroundings, the sky-scrapping trees, the darkening night sky, "What level? What Pit? What Chasm?" But my words seemed to just confuse him even more, dark brows furrowing.

My eyes screwed shut with frustration and I opened my mouth again, to repeat those same words, hoping this time something would click- and then I felt it, felt them.

"Fuck," I gasped, launching back, my fingers untangling from the male before me as I scrambled away. His hand- brutally scarred, I realised- squeezed, but when he saw the fear and panic sullying my eyes, he reluctantly let go.

And I inched back and back and back until I felt Bryce beside me- and she was shaking just as much as I was. Because stood behind that male, were three more... demons? No, no, Fae, two of them were Fae.

We were surrounded now, outnumbered.

"Shit, shit," Bryce hissed and when my eyes met hers, half-risen, legs knocking together as she tried to stand, I saw it on her face- we were fucked, royally fucked. "We can't fucking take them all."

I sucked in a shallow breath and with it, I steeled my spine and forced the alarm to clear from my face. The first male's eyes scrutinised me, observed as I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin, refusing to cower- and I swear his lip tilted at the corner.

"Prince Aidas, we're looking for Prince Aidas," I looked past him, to the two Fae females, beautiful Fae females and another handsome male with wings standing beside them. "Is this Hel?"

One of the females stepped forward, petite in every sense of the word, her dark, cropped hair so at odds with the gleaming silver in her angular eyes- eyes that seemed to look over me, over Bryce, and narrow.

I didn't blame them. We were covered in blood, seeping through our clothes, sticking to our skin, coating our hands and neck, and speckled against our faces. Blood that was not ours.

The other male spoke, just as tall, if not taller than the first with those same hazel eyes and those dark, foreboding wings. He shook his head, long raven hair shifting from his bun, and I watched as the female beside him, pretty and fawn-haired, pursed her lips.

Bryce bared her teeth, red hair swinging in her ponytail as she stepped forward and I fought against my instinct to help, to grab onto her to stop her tumbling over. But we were the prey here, they were the predators and we had to do everything in our power to not become food.

"Is this world Hel?" Bryce asked and something shifted in the air at the sound of the Old Fae Language on her tongue, that petite female flinching at the words. "We need to see Prince Aidas."

The others gaped at the smaller female as if her shock was the most alarming thing about this situation. But I sagged in relief- finally, someone who fucking understood us. But that seemed secondary to her, as that female glanced from the Starsword on the floor at her feet to the first male's dagger at his side.

He slid it free, and it was as if someone had ripped the ground out from under our feet.

"Oh my fucking Gods," It was a twin to the Starsword, a mirror with its dark hilt and engraved blade. And Bryce's hand found mine, tugged me back with her as the Starsword began to glow, vibrating with white magic.

And almost as if in answer the dagger pulsed black.

It fell from the male's hand, alarm breaking through the pure ice hardening his eyes and I would have laughed under different circumstances- laughed at seeing these fully grown, powerful creatures flinching from these weapons.

Except I was fucking terrified too.

"Gwydion," The dark-haired female gasped, red-painted lips parting in shock as she stared down at the Starsword- known by a different name here, a name I had never heard before.

"Please, is this Hel?" I stumbled slightly over the language, unused to the mother tongue of the Old Fae, but still, I locked my intreating gaze onto that female and demanded again, "Is this Hel? We need to find Prince Aidas."

She pursed her lips and Bryce's nails dug into the skin of my palm, her body stiffening under that stare. She looked over us- the mess of make-up smeared across our faces, the clothes and shoes caked in blood, and the bruises and cuts looming over our skin.

So at odds with them, with their outdated attire. For some reason, I thought back to the old fantasy movies Danika used to drag me and Bryce to, just so she could laugh and throw popcorn kernels at the screen.

My heart burned in memory of her.

I saw a blare of blue, bright enough that it had me blinking through the tears that lined my eyes in memory of my friend. As the haze cleared, I locked onto that beautiful male and saw something solemn in his face- like he had felt my grief at that moment.

I didn't have the time to contemplate how.

"No one has spoken that language here in over fifteen thousand years," She spoke, tone clipped and chin high, "I do not know any Aidas here."

"Apollion then," I swallowed, and I felt Bryce sway beside me, hands rubbing at her face, muttering incoherently under her breath. "You must know the Prince of the Pit."

"I do not know of such people," She shook her head, her eyes weary and something in my chest caved, "This is not Hel."

This is not Hel.

Not Hel.

Where the fuck where we?

"Oh Gods," Bryce gasped and this time when she swayed again, I did hold onto her, wrapping her arm over my shoulder and baring her weight. I didn't let the calm mask I donned slip, didn't let them see me as anything other than strong. I couldn't afford to.

"Then where are we?" I asked, voice shaking as I looked between the two females, then the other swaggering male and then finally to the first. And my eyes now noticed the blue jewels embedded into his armour, blazing like sirens.

I locked my gaze on him and for some reason, whatever reason, I felt like he of all of them might take pity on us, have mercy on us. And I let him see that in me, that hope, strong enough that something unreadable whirled through his eyes.

"What world is this?" I breathed, just looking at him and I saw his throat work, that powerful body going unnaturally still. His lips parted as if to speak, but then something happened. I felt it again, that shift in time and space and air.

And then there were two more of them, two more Fae as if they had just appeared- from thin fucking air.

"How fucking many of them are there?" Bryce scoffed, and something like a chuckle rose in me, at how ridiculous this was, how unbelievable. Did the Gods truly hate us so fucking much?

I eyed the female first and watched her wade through the others to the front- lovely, fawn-haired, and her eyes a cloudy blue. They widened slightly at the sight of us, but they held little threat, only weariness.

And then two black, ominous wings erected high behind her, and the breath ripped from my lungs as a third male stepped out- midnight hair, and violet eyes, breathtakingly lovely.

"Ruhn?" My voice broke, and it was Bryce who had to hold me up now, had to keep me from falling to my knees at the sight of that male, so much like the Prince I had left behind on Midgard.

He blinked at me, likely as confused as I was.

And then he turned to the first male, the one with the scarred hands, and they spoke between them. Something almost akin to worry flickering through those hazel eyes as he watched me, the tears now leaking down my face, the haunted expression I wore.

"He-he looks like Ruhn," Bryce gasped, voice barely above a mutter and I heard the emotion clogging her words- for her brother, in the hands of the Asteri, so similar to this male that it physically made us hurt. "Why does he look Ruhn?"

"I don't know, I don't know-" Once the tears started it became hard to stop and Bryce, was beginning to sag in my arms, she was starting to drift in and out of consciousness now and I couldn't hold her for much longer I knew that.

"Please," I looked to the dark-haired female again, and I would be the prey, I would be food, I would chattel if it meant getting them to help us. "My sister is weak, she needs help and-and our world, our home... Midgard, it's in grave danger-"

Hunt, Bryce's mate. My friend.

Ruhn, Bryce's brother. My family and yet so much more.

"Don't- don't tell them anything, Alex," Bryce rasped into my ear, and I was starting to buckle now, teeth gritting as her body got heavier and heavier. "Don't tell-"

"Bryce!" She crumpled to the floor, and I fell with her, knees giving out, slamming into the grass hard enough that I felt the pain through every inch of my body. The Fae before us seemed to startle, but only the first male stepped forward, grass crunching under his boots.

Scarred hands reaching out as if to catch us. Catch me.

"I don't have any magic left, it's-it's depleted, more than depleted," Bryce rested her sweating forehead against my shoulder, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste metal as her eyes fluttered.

"Mine too," I whispered back, and the muttering amongst the others told me they were confused, that us speaking in our native tongue did not sit well with them. They didn't like not knowing what we were saying. "It's going to take a long time for it to come back, we need them to not kill us before then."

"C'mon Alex," Bryce lifted her eyes to mine, dry amusement in them, "Flutter those lashes and throw them a pretty smile, works with the males back home."

Their muttering got louder, and more voices joined in.

"These definitely aren't the males from home," I scoff- only Bryce could make a snarky quip at a time like this. "We don't have this kind of eye candy back home."

"Speak for yourself," Bryce's lip tilted. "Hunt Athalar happens to be my mate."

Her mate. I felt her chest seize in memory of him.

And it's that, that awful hurt in her eyes that makes me exhale with resolve. I draw on every ounce of exhaustion and pain and suffering we had endured these last few days, these last years- and I look back to those Fae with unveiled desperation.

"Please," I say again, and when I picture Ruhn and Hunt, when I picture our parents and our friends, my tears become real, "You have to help us."

The dark-haired female seemed to translate my words to the others, and something almost softened across their faces- kind, these people, they seemed kind. The fawn-haired female, who I noticed had a tapestry of dark whirls tattooed up her right arm, smiled sadly at me and spoke.

"She wants to know your name," the petite one relayed.

I could taste the salt of my tears in my mouth and my throat worked as I searched across all those lovely faces. I stopped at the first male, something tugging at me, an incessant throb that only settled when my eyes found him again.

There was a tense silence as we stared at each other, my arms wrapped around Bryce, holding her weak body to mine, no longer able to open her eyes much less speak. The male saw that, saw that we weren't a threat, at least not right now, and he dipped his head in the barest nod.

As if to say- we won't harm you.

"I'm Alexis Quinlan," I met those violet eyes and tried not to shudder at the thought of Ruhn. I cleared my throat, looking down at Bryce in my embrace, her chest rising and falling- just barely. "This is my sister, Bryce Quinlan."

"Hello, Alexis Quinlan," He stepped forward, a small smile tilting at his gorgeous face and the sound of the Old Language on his tongue was as glorious as night and space itself. "I'm Rhysand."

One moment, Rhysand was smiling and then the next something wholly dark and terrifying eclipsed us.

And then there was nothing but oblivion.

***

Alexis Quinlan- that's what Rhysand said she introduced herself as.

Even the sound of her name made something in my chest spark, a call in answer to her.

I felt as if I knew her somehow, felt as if we had met before- it was that feeling that stopped me from sliding Truth-teller into the junction of her throat when I found her earlier. It was the shiver that ran down me when I grabbed her waist that made me stop.

Made it impossible for me to harm her despite every instinct in me screaming that she was a stranger, a threat against this Court, against my family, against everything I held dear.

Even if another instinct in me whispered that she was anything but.

"Azriel," Rhysand's voice broke through the wall of confusion and intrigue that had erected the moment I laid eyes on her, and it took all my power to slide my gaze to his and look unfazed. "What are you thinking?"

I glanced at where the two females lay, nestled together on the small cot, faces calm as they slumbered. My lips pursed at the first female, Alexis, and the blood that caked her- matted in her long, chocolate hair, crusting against her tawny skin, staining the tight, unusual clothes she wore.

Not a threat and yet she was covered in blood that was not hers.

"They said they came from another world- Midgard- how?" I forced away the incessant thoughts of her, jaw locking as my shadows danced across my form- whispering, whispering, whispering, just about her. "They possess Gwydion but seemed surprised by Truth-Teller."

My hands clenched at my sides; the dagger sheathed at my hip no longer pulsing with that dark, unnatural energy in answer to Gwydion. It was alarming, seeing the blade I had cherished and wielded for so many years suddenly become unfamiliar to me, become other.

"She said their world was in grave danger, that they needed help," Amren mused, her slender arms folding over her chest as she stood beside me and Rhysand, her eyes assessing those females with lethal scrutiny. "Who's to say whatever they fear hasn't followed them straight to us, if the danger even exists."

I thought back to first discovering them- weak, no power left in them, if they had any at all and she had cried- amber eyes welling with tears as she held onto me. I felt it as sure as if it were my own, her grief, her desperation.

It had felt real.

"They did not seem disingenuous," Rhysand's violet eyes moved between Amren and me, the cavernous walls so at odds with the stars in his eyes but seemed to match perfectly with his deep-set frown. "And if they were going to attack, would they not have taken their chances against Azriel, before reinforcements arrived?"

"Whatever they endured has left them defenceless, they couldn't have taken Azriel even if they wanted to," Amren examined her sharp, glistening nails, her tone almost bored, "Wake them Rhysand, all these assumptions are pointless. We need them to tell us the truth."

It seemed unlikely they would tell us anything, not willingly, not if the way Alexis had steeled her spine and raised her chin as my court surrounded her was any indication. And her sister, Bryce, had bared her teeth, enough ire in her eyes to translate the curses that fell from her lips.

These were not weak females, not feeble by any account. My power seemed to rally at that reminder, that they were the enemy until proven otherwise. And as Rhysand let a wave of his magic brush over them, pulling them free from their unconscious- I let my mask slip back into place.

Shadowsinger. Spymaster. Darkness incarnate.

The females stirred, dark lashes fluttering and the three of us braced ourselves as they both sucked in sharp, lungfuls of air and shot up. Bryce, red hair swinging violently, and teeth bared, reached back- for Gwydion- and her painted nails met nothing but air.

But the other female, Alexis, sprung out of the cot and to her feet- but she didn't reach for a weapon. No, my brows rose as her hands curled, palms exposing and- nothing. Nothing came from it.

"She reached for her magic, but there isn't anything left," Rhysand muttered, interest lacing his tone and I nodded gravely in agreement, watching her breath stutter from her in realisation. "They have power, enough that it's her first instinct to call for it."

"And they're trained," I said lowly, watching their eyes flicker over themselves, over each other, and the cavernous walls that surrounded them. "The sister went for Gwydion first, and now they're assessing the space- these are no novices."

Their eyes slid to us as if knowing we spoke about them. And rightfully so fear crept up their faces as they took in the scene, the three of us, the cell they were trapped in and not a weapon or a speck of magic left in them.

The grate behind us hissed and Alexis groaned, muttering something in her language, amusing enough that the female behind her cracked a dry smile. They shifted to stand before the cot, their eyes unflinching upon us.

Rhysand stepped forward and I didn't miss how Alexis stiffened and shifted in front of Bryce- her protector perhaps? Or maybe whatever they were, she thought her sister's life more valuable than her own.

Rhysand spoke in that Old Fae language, translating mind to mind. His hand extended, wreathed in stars and moonlight, two small beans lying in his palm. "Here, swallow this and it will translate our mother tongue to you, allow you to speak it too."

Bryce scoffed, looking at the bean as if it were a vial of poison. My head cocked when Alexis folded her arms across her chest, her dark brow raising at Rhys and she spoke, something sardonic crossing her lovely face.

Rhys laughed- and I glanced at him in surprise. Even Amren's lip quirked at the corner.

"She said," Rhysand's eyes met mine and danced with enough amusement that my shadows hushed, "That she doesn't swallow- no matter how nicely a pretty male may ask."

I chuckled quietly at that, and something akin to approval hummed in my chest as my gaze shifted to hers. And it blared brighter when she tilted her chin in challenge, every inch of her soft body turning still at my attention.

"If we were going to kill you, we wouldn't need to use poison," Amren drawled, Rhysand translating again. The females met each other's eyes and Bryce said something, something that made Alexis flash her a smile- a devastating smile.

Bryce's hand trembled barely as she plucked the beans from Rhysand's palm, careful not to touch him and there was silence as they slipped it between their parted lips, grimacing as they swallowed it dry.

They gasped- in pain I realised, and it became increasingly difficult to stay rooted in place as they bucked, as she writhed, body convulsing, eyes screwed shut. I gritted my teeth as Bryce slumped back onto the bed, reeling, Alexis now bracing her palms against the cave walls to keep herself steady.

"If you were trying to hurt us a fucking knife would have done the job just as well," Alexis scowled, panting as she held the wall. My shadows skittered at the sound of her voice- soft and melodic to my ears.

"Poison might have been better than... whatever the fuck that was," Bryce said, husky voice half-muffled by the hand at her mouth as if she was forcing down bile - an answer to the pain that had thrashed her insides apart moments before.

"My apologies," Rhysand smiled, sounding anything but apologetic and their eyes narrowed as if they knew that. "But the language barrier was growing tedious, wouldn't you say?"

Bryce mumbled something incoherent, and we watched as she rose to her feet again, both their faces tight with discomfort as they steadied themselves, standing side by side as they had before and faced us.

They wanted answers as much as we did it seemed.

"You said your names were Alexis and Bryce Quinlan," Amren took a step forward, and her gaze slid over them, unimpressed. But to their credit they didn't baulk, if anything Alexis mirrored that look, taking in Amren's clothes with veiled humour. "You say you came from another world- if you are to be believed, how did you come here? Why?"

"Where is here?" Bryce swallowed, gaze flickering over the space again, "What world is this?"

"Why do you speak the Old Language?" Amren argued, eyes narrowing.

"Why do you?" Bryce countered, jerking her chin and Alexis rolled her pretty eyes, already tired of the back and forth- it nearly made me smile.

"Why are you covered in blood that is not your own?" Amren's red lips tilted into a cruel smile and- silence. They didn't speak for several moments.

And then something else overtook them. Panic overtook them. They looked down at the blood, covering them and whatever had happened, whatever they endured at home, those memories came back with a vengeance.

Bryce began to hyperventilate, her breath sawing in and out and she looked around the room, eyes wide, as if the walls were beginning to close in.

"Bryce," Alexis grabbed her sister's hand, silver-lined her eyes as she looked at her, "Bryce, don't think about it, don't think about them, please Bryce-"

"We won't harm you," Rhysand frowned, and they seemed to realise the comfort in the words, and the warning too. My throat worked, my head spinning with so many thoughts as she grabbed her sister's hand, anchoring her, and met our eyes again.

"What world is this?" Alexis demanded, and I could see it, as she looked at us one by one, the power she might wield, the magic lying dormant in her veins. She looked to Amren, unafraid. "You said no one has spoken the Old Language here in fifteen thousand years. Why?"

"How did you come to be in possession of the lost sword Gwydion?" Amren countered and this time Alexis bared her teeth, sharp canines exposing with a soft snarl. That sound glided down my spine and over my wings.

"I thought we agreed that we didn't want to have tedious conversations?" She said, and Amren's smile broadened- as if recognising a worthy opponent. "Or should we keep asking each other questions while giving no fucking answers?"

"You mean the Starsword?" Bryce rasped, giving a hint of an answer- but none of us spoke. Her eyes rolled, a mirror to the face her sister had made minutes ago, and she sighed. "It's a family heirloom, It's been in our world since our ancestors brought it over...fifteen thousand years ago."

Alexis met Amren's eyes, and something whirled in them, something sarcastic- as if to say see, that's called answering the fucking question.

My shadows crooned at that look.

"How did you find this world?" Rhysand asked, and rightfully so, they both seemed uneasy in his presence, seemed to recognise that he was in charge.

"We didn't," Alexis sighed, "Like we said: we wanted to go to Hel. We landed here instead."

"How?" Rhysand's voice sharpened and they both grimaced at the sound that came hissing from the grate, as if sensing their High Lord's anger and pleading for a taste.

"How much do you wanna bet they're gonna feed us to whatever the fucks hissing in there?" Bryce mused, wincing at the sound and Alexis nodded, looking at the grate with dread.

"We're not exactly the most palatable females, Bryce," Alexis tucked her long, dark hair behind an arched ear and chuckled wryly, talking as if we weren't even here, "Maybe it'll taste the sarcasm in our blood and be uninterested?"

She quirked a brow, teasing her sister- at a time like this they were teasing each other.

"I can assure you that that they don't discriminate," I flashed my teeth in a wicked smile, and Alexis's eyes locked with mine at the sound of my quiet tone, hands clenching at the cruel amusement in my eyes. "They like the taste of a pretty female, sarcastic or not."

She sucked in a shallow breath at that, her shapely chest rising and falling in waves as she stared at me. There was silence, and I knew the others were looking at us, between us, sensing the battle of wills that raged.

"Look, I just watched my mate and my brother get captured by a group of intergalactic parasites," Bryce snarled, and I straightened at the anger in her voice. "We have no interest in doing anything except finding a way to help them."

Her brother. Not our brother.

I narrowed my eyes and looked between them then- they didn't look remotely alike that much was obvious, nor did they smell alike, their blood completely different. Sisters, but not by blood, sisters in the same way that Rhysand and Cassian were my brothers.

"Explain." That's all Amren said. And they looked at each other, seemed to read the words on each other's faces and then turned back to us and said nothing. Amren sighed, "Just look into their minds already, Rhys."

"Don't even think about it," Alexis hissed, angling herself before her sister again and she glared at Rhysand with true terror in her eyes. A mirror to how Bryce looked at him.

"I do not pry where I am not willingly invited," Rhysand said quietly, his face not yielding even an inch of how he felt. Bryce's eyes narrowed, and Alexis showed another sarcastic smile.

"Gods be good, there are some decent males left in this galaxy," She drawled, utterly unimpressed, "However may we thank you for not invading our minds and rifling through them. Should we bow in the face of such virtue, Bryce?"

"It's definitely something to revere," Bryce looked at her sister, and chuckled, "A male with a code of mind-speaking ethics."

Rhysand paused, entertained if the constellations in his eyes told me anything. And even I fought back my astonishment, my smile, surprised by these females.

"Then we'll have to rely on your words," Rhysand grinned, snapped his fingers, and then settled onto one of the three chairs that appeared behind us, crossing an ankle over a knee.

"I was wrong before Bryce, these males are just like the ones back home," Alexis muttered, rolling her eyes at Rhysand's dramatics, before dropping onto the cot behind her with a sigh. "Beauty and arrogance, nothing new here."

Bryce fought a smile, sitting beside her sister, so close their thighs brushed, as if needing the other for comfort, for support.

"Amren," Rhysand smiled lazily at the frowning female, gesturing to the chair and then to me, "Azriel." I dropped onto the chair, tucking my wings behind me, and bracing my arms on my knees.

Her eyes were on me. As if hearing my name had the same effect as when I had heard hers.

"You say your sword has been in your world for fifteen thousand years?" Rhysand asked, and if I knew Rhys then he was more than pleased that she thought him beautiful, liked that she considered him arrogant.

My stomach lurched at the thought for some reason, her thinking him beautiful. I shoved it down, deep within me, not daring to think of it again. Think of why I even cared.

"Brought by our ancestors- Queen Theia or Prince Pelias, depending on what propaganda you hear." Bryce said a shade hesitantly, but upon seeing Amren stiffen, seeing her react, her brow rose, "You know of them?"

"No one has spoken those names here in a very, very long time," Amren swallowed, and Rhysand had gone still- if Amren was worried, then we all should be. "They once dwelled here."

"So, this is it, this is where we- the Midgard Fae- came from," Alexis was breathless, like the piece of the puzzle they had been missing slid into place. "Our ancestors left this world and went to Midgard, but we forgot where we came from."

Rhysand looked at me and I shook my head, lips pursing, never before heard of such stories involving our people migrating through worlds. But then he looked to Amren- and Cauldron, she looked shaken.

"It's murky, I went in before-" Amren glanced to the girls and didn't continue that sentence, "But when I came out there were rumours- many people vanishing, some said to another world, others said they'd moved to distant lands, rumours that they had been chosen by the Cauldron and spirited away."

Something cold lit through me at her words, getting colder still when Amren lifted her eyes and sharpened them upon the females. "What I want to know is why you came here when you meant to go elsewhere?"

"Join the line, Amren," Alexis said, biting down on her name sharply. She wasn't afraid, stupid, or brave, I couldn't tell but my shadows seemed to enjoy it all the same. "We want to know the same thing- we have no desire to be here."

"You wish to go to Hel," Rhysand said, not a shift in his tone, "To find this Prince Aidas."

At his question, they again glanced at each other and knew just from each other's faces, their eyes, what to do. It was intrinsic, just as I was with my brothers, on killing fields, in council meetings, in situations of peril, I could see exactly what my brothers thought just from something as simple as a blink.

"Allow me to lay out the situation for you, Bryce and Alexis Quinlan," Rhysand leaned forward, and they both met his stare- warriors, fighters, survivors, that's what I saw in them. "We will not torture you or pry into your mind. If you choose to talk or not, is indeed your choice."

"Let me guess," Alexis cocked her head, silken hair sliding over her shoulder as she met those star-flecked eyes, "Just like it's your choice to leave us down here to rot. Until these four walls drive us fucking crazy and we have no choice but to tell you whatever you want."

"That's torture, isn't it, Alex?" Bryce mused sarcastically, her brows furrowing in faux perplexion.

"Yes, it is, Bryce," Alexis drawled, locking her ankles and meeting Rhysand's gaze again, "Chivalrous torture though- because you know, they have a code to follow after all."

Cauldron, under different circumstances these females, I think I would rather like them. Rhys seems to share my sentiment, a rumble of laughter dancing through my mind. Rhys smiled- and snapped his fingers. In an instant, they were clean- of blood, of gore, of whatever else they had been coated in.

Beautiful. That's the word that sprang to me first at the sight of her, just beautiful.

"To incentivise you," Rhys gave a half smile, more menacing than anything else. Another shared glance between the girls and then a defeated sigh.

"The Asteri are ancient, tens of thousands of years old and they arrived in our world fifteen thousand years ago," Bryce said, and something sullen flashed through her eyes, as if in memory.

"What do you mean by arrived?" Rhysand pushed.

"Honestly, we have no idea how they first got to Midgard." Bryce shrugged and Rhysand's face softened at the agony in her eyes, her scent turning cold, as if she could still feel them, whatever they were.

"The history has spun them as liberators, they found Midgard little more than a backwater planet inhabited by humans and animals and they created a perfect empire- a place where creatures and races from other worlds came to through a giant hole called the Northern Rift." Alexis continued, frowning, "It now only opens to Hel, but it used to open to everywhere, anywhere."

"What happened when these creatures arrived from other worlds?" Rhysand asked, his voice tight now.

"The official history is that Hel tried to invade Midgard but the Asteri in all their glory unified these people under one banner and banished the Princes back to Hel. The Northern Rift was fixed, with its destination set on Hel. A massive wall was built to keep out any demons that come through the cracks and the Asteri's indomitable empire lives happily ever after."

"And the unofficial history?" Rhysand asked, a shade more quietly.

Alexis looked at her sister, saw the question in those eyes- and then nodded, solemnly. Bryce turned back to us, bracing herself with a shaky inhale and exhale.

"The Asteri are ancient, immortal beings who harvest off the magic of a world, of its people and then eat it. We call it firstlight, it fuels our world. We're required to hand it over when we reach immortality, we seize our full power through a ritual called the drop and they siphon off pieces of it- like a tax on our magic."

"A tithe," Amren gasps- I've never heard Amren gasp before, even Rhysand looks alarmed by the soft sound. They furrow their brow but when Amren doesn't continue, Alexis swallows, continuing the tale.

"Midgard is one of many in a long line of worlds invaded by the Asteri. They have an entire archive full of planets they've conquered or tried to conquer- we saw it before we came here." Alexis clenched her eyes shut, haunted by the memory, "There were only three planets that managed to kick their asses to the curb- Hel, a planet called Iphraxia, and a world occupied by Fae, the original Starborn Fae."

"My sword- you know it by a different name," Bryce looked to Amren, who nodded slowly, "I think it came from this world- was forged here. It was a part of your history and then vanished, right? Hasn't been seen in fifteen thousand years? It lines up with the timeline of the Starborn Fae arriving in Midgard."

Worry- it bloomed over us, all of us like a phantom touch. And something uneasy furled in my gut, the way these females had appeared, the light and dark call and answer between Gwydion and Truth-teller- it was not right.

"We learned that long before the Asteri found Midgard, they were here- but you kicked them out, you defeated them," Alexis's face turned pleading then, desperate, "How? How did you defeat them?"

"Our history doesn't include any such event like that," Rhysand said- but the look he gave Amren, spoke of something more.

"The Asteri remember you- and they're pissed off," Alexis scoffed, and my shadows lurched at her words, at the threat these Asteri posed. "Rigelus, their leader, basically said it's his personal mission to find this place and fucking destroy it. You're number one on his list."

Alexis trembled as she said his name- Rigelus, and her scent darkened in fear, in repulsion. And something awful rose in me at the smell, at whatever he had done to make her shake that way- something dark and terrible and deadly.

"It is our history, Rhysand," Amren said gravely, and we both went still, "But the Asteri were not known by that name- we called them the Daglan." I jolted, wings rustling, and Rhysand's face turned ashen, golden skin leeching of colour.

Cauldron fucking spare us, the Asteri are the Daglan.

"How did you defeat them?" Alexis tried again, hope beaming in her eyes now, "Do you have any record about how they fell?"

"Nothing beyond old songs of bloody battles and tremendous losses," Amren frowned, and that hope, fuck, it dimmed and dimmed and then completely vanished from her eyes.

"You think that these Asteri want to come back here for revenge?" Rhys asked, shaking his head like he didn't quite believe it. "After fifteen thousand years?"

"These are petty, arrogant bastards, fifteen thousand years is like five minutes when it comes to Rigelus when it comes to his revenge," Alexis said, her face twisting with ice, "He has infinite time and resources to-"

"What resources?" Rhysand cut in, and now, there was not an inch of amusement to be seen on his face. No, his High Lord's instinct had taken over.

"I don't even know where to start explaining it," Alexis shook her head, looked at her sister, frowned and then turned back to us, reaching out a small, shaking hand to Rhys. "I'll show you."

That darkness twisted in my gut again, at the thought of his hand touching hers. I thrust it down with the other ludicrous emotions and thoughts that plagued me.

"One moment," Rhys frowned, knowing better than to fall so easily into a trap. He vanished, and an emotion akin to relief filled me, as she lowered her hand back to her lap with a dazed blink.

"You can teleport here?" Bryce asked, but not really asking.

"We call it winnowing," Amren said, and my lip tilted at their reactions. "Can you two, do it?"

Another short glance- and two heads shaking no. My smirk widened.

"No," Alexis squared her shoulders, meeting my eyes and raising a brow at me, "There are only two Fae who can."

"On your entire planet?" Amren started, "Only two?"

Liar- I let her see that word in my eyes, even as she bared her teeth slightly at me, before turning away, dismissing me.

"Let me guess," Bryce smiled barely, "You have more?"

"Only the most powerful, but yes. Many can here." Amren's words cut off as Rhysand appeared between us again and I lifted a brow at what he held between his hands. "The Veritas Orb?"

"Hold it, think of what you want to show us, and the memories shall be captured within for us to view." Rhysand nodded to the orb at his feet. The girls frowned, muttered something, a word I didn't understand- camera- I think and then nodded in resolve.

Alexis rose on stiff legs, tugging at her clothes almost subconsciously, and no one spoke as she waded forward on silent feet. She paused before it, glanced at Rhysand, then Amren and then me- I tried not to appear like I wanted to kill her.

She bent down, short fingers curling around the orb and my throat worked at the slip of flesh that was revealed as she leaned forward, my eyes averting away from the display of golden skin and full breasts.

She rose, top mercifully slipping back into place and my eyes met hers- they danced with humour, knowing what I had seen, knowing that I had chosen to look away. My shadows flanked me excitedly, even as my face remained a sheet of darkness.

"Here goes nothing," She muttered, stepping back and then she closed her eyes and held that ball. It was a few seconds, if not more, before she fluttered her dark lashes, and then rolled the ball back to Rhysand.

He picked it up, touched the top and everything, all the horrors within began to play out.

Dread, pure fucking dread lined us all.

"Guns," Bryce said pointing to a human man holding some sort of weapon in his hands, hitting a target from miles away. "Brimstone missiles." A furious explosion, a flash of blinding white light and then... everything was in ruin, rubble. "Omega-boats." Some sort of underwater ship, with more of those weapons within.

"Asteri." Alexis breathed and when the male came onto the screen, dark-haired and gangly, she looked away, couldn't face him even in her own memories. And as a white-hot power blasted from him, shattering stone and glass and everything in his way, I could see why.

"You live in such a world?" Rhysand swallowed thickly, and they just nodded. "And they wish to bring all those things here?" Another grim nod.

Her eyes were on me, observing me but I didn't meet them, pushed the feel of them away. I stared at that orb, at the horror shown within and I knew that we were fucked, that against those monstrosities, Prythian would stand little chance.

Guns, missiles, omega-boats, the Asteri- it would be a catastrophe beyond anything that the Hybern war had seen.

"Bryce-" Her voice shook suddenly, panicked and my gaze tore from that orb. To where the other female hunched and groaned- to where her back glowed- "Bryce- Bryce, stop!"

Rhysand's magic pulsed and so did mine- and before they could strike, I lunged.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" Alexis snarled as I stood before them, Truth-teller in my hand, poised to attack. I inched closer- but then that darkness began to leak from the blade again, and I stopped at the sight.

"Put it away," Amren hissed, "It sings for her, and by bringing it close-" It was gone whisked away by my shadows within a blink.

Alexis glowered at me but then she turned and met her sister's pale face and concern softened her expression. But that light still pulsed- bright, shimmering, iridescent- and the panic in both their eyes, told us everything they had tried to hide.

"The glowing letters inked on her back," Amren muttered, Rhys stood by my side now, watching those closely, "They're the same as those in the Book of Breathings."

They seemed to notice the shift in the air, the power rumbling through the stone and the way they stared back, the way she stared back, told me that they wouldn't go down easy.

"Explain or die."

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A/N:

HERE WE HAVE IT, CHAPTER ONE OF MY AZRIEL FANFIC!

This is a little sneak peek into what's to come but if you want to read the rest of this fanfic I am uploading it on Wattpad and AO3 (linked) My Wattpad handle is @itzwhatever and my ao3 handle is @b00kdiary

So excited to continue this story, I've been thinking about it for MONTHS.

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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A Deeper Intimacy

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: just pure fluff taking care of drunk Ruhn

warnings: suggestiveness, non-sexual nudity, mentions of drinking

The sound of the door lock clicking drew your attention from your book as you turned to see the handle turn, a familiar face peeking through the door. Violet eyes twinkled above a lopsided grin, Ruhn sighing as he leaned against the door behind him, sliding the lock shut.

His gaze found yours, grin turning to a full, bright smile as he stumbled towards where you lay on the couch, watching him with amusement. “Hello, beautiful,” Ruhn murmured, clumsily flopping onto the couch as he bracketed his arms around your head, caging you in beneath him.

Ruhn’s head ducked into your shoulder, his warm lips pressing softly against your neck. A giggle escaped you as his long black hair fell like a curtain around you, your hands finding purchase in his waves as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. “You seem like you had a good time tonight,” you hummed, a pleasant smile on your face as Ruhn continued his affections.

Hand sliding up your chest, Ruhn paused, eyes glittering with amusement. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured, hand sliding over your breast through the soft fabric. A hiccup escaped him, your mate’s eyes widening slightly as he hiccuped again.

Giggling, you pulled his hand from your chest, twining your fingers with his as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I am wearing your shirt. Now how about we get you into the bath, Prince Charming?”

Ruhn sighed, his hand tugging on yours as he sat up on the sofa. “Only if you join me,” he purred, winking before a hiccup interrupted him once more. Rolling your eyes, you stood from the couch, leading your mate towards the bathroom, leaning down to turn the tap, warm water pouring into the tub.

“Come on, love,” you murmured, tugging on Ruhn’s shirt as you urged him to raise his arms. “You get in the bath, and I’m going to grab you a water and some toast,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to leave.

His hand caught around your wrist, whirling you back towards him as tattooed arms wrapped around you. A hand threaded through your hair, angling your head back as Ruhn pulled you in for a deep kiss, the sweet taste of whiskey on his tongue. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed against your lips, arms slowly loosening their grip on your frame.

“I love you, Ruhn. I’ll be right back,” you promised, lingering in his warm hold for only a moment before heading towards the kitchen.

Returning with a glass of water and toast in hand, you smiled at the sight of Ruhn, muscular arms draped over the sides of the bathtub, head leaned back with eyes closed in contentment. Padding quietly to the edge of the bath, you set down the plate, reaching to gently rub Ruhn’s arm.

“Hey,” you whispered, grinning at the sleepy eyes that peeked open in your direction. “Drink some of this,” you murmured, passing the water to your mate.

Ruhn’s fingers brushed yours when he took the glass from your hand, his throat working as he took a long sip of the water. “I thought you promised to join me?” he purred, tongue flicking out over his lip ring as he flashed you a feline grin.

“Mm, I believe so,” you replied, pulling Ruhn’s shirt over your head and slipped off your shorts. A low rumble sounded from his chest, violet-blue eyes tracking you with interest as you settled into his lap, the warm bath water soothing on your muscles.

Ruhn’s arms settled around your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you relaxed against him. “What are you thinking about, love?” you murmured, your own hands idly running up and down his arms as you admired his tattoos, his comforting touch.

Ruhn paused his movements, quiet for a moment before he pulled your back closer to his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other brushing your damp hair from your neck as he leaned to press soft kisses down your shoulder. “Tell me how you fell in love with me,” he whispered, a near-pleading tone as your mate buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Silver lined your eyes as you recalled the first moment you met Ruhn, the way the room around you disappeared, an invisible force pulling you towards the beautiful male. He had your heart before you knew his name, and you sent a silent thanks to Urd for blessing you with such a mate.

You turned to look at Ruhn, facing him in his lap as you brushed dark hair from his face while you recounted the story for him. You hadn’t known such tenderness, such depth of intimacy before this, instinctively leaning against Ruhn’s chest, your mate pulling you into him as the two of you sat like that for a long while.

“C’mon, love,” Ruhn murmured after some time, never putting you down as he stepped from the tub, the both of you drying off before tucking into bed, sweet nothings and whispers of “I love you” exchanged with nearly every breath as you fell asleep in each others’ arms.

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justgowithitplease · 3 months

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Hiya! when you get the chance, can you do a charlie slimecicle x reader (they/them) smut were its really domestic and he fucks the reader in the kitchen

Warnings: AFAB body, AFAB reproductive system, Curse words, Graphic

You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Charlie was in his streaming room, reorganizing the layout of his desk and everything. Or so you thought. Arms wrap around you, resting on your hips. A chin lands on your shoulder.

"Hehehe, hi love" Charlie says, holding you from behind.

"Hi charlie" You respond with a smile, stirring the sauce for that night's dinner

He hugs you tighter, snuggling closer. His hips press against your ass, and you can feel his boner rising. After a moment he speaks up.

"Can dinner wait a second love?" He asks softly, pressing into you more

"Just a second or a couple of minutes?" You ask, turning the heat on the stove down

"minutes." He says, his hands starting to rub up and down your sides

You turn the stove off completely and move the food off of the hot part of the stove.

"thank you" he says, kissing the space between your shoulder and neck

He slowly shifts you two over to the counter. He keeps kissing your neck and moving his hands on your body. One of his hands rests on your ass. His fingers curl under your waist band and slowly tug down your lower layers.

"This okay?" He asks softly, kissing the back of your neck

"yes, Charlie" you laugh softly "I wouldn't be let it get this far if I wasn't"

"Okay, okay" he laughs

He undoes his belt and pushes down his sweatpants and boxers. He holds your hips in one hand and lines his cock up with your core in the other. He pushes in slowly, moving his hand back up to your hips.

"Ah..." You softly moan, feeling him inside you

He softly whimpers against you as he softly pushes you down. Your chest presses against the counter. He pushes in all the way before pulling out half way. It continues in a soft, slow pace. In, out, in, and out.

"Fuck..." Charlie says quietly

His hands slide down from your hips to the side of your ass

"I love you" He breaths out, leaning his head back in pleasure as his eyes close

"I love you" you say back, a soft smile playing on your lips

Charlie's hips softly hit against you in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The hot ball that's been forming in your stomach grows more, causing your cunt to tighten around him.

"Mmh" Charlie whines as he feels his high approach fast

He picks up the pace slightly, his hips hitting against you harder as his cock hits your G-spot.

"Ah, uh, uh..." you moan on beat with his hips

Slowly, both of you reach your climaxes. Your come flows out of you as his flows in you. They mix in a lovely pool of love and pleasure.

"Aughnnnn~" Charlie whines as his thrusts become a slow and heavy pace

Your moans fill the house as both of you make it through your highs. At the end of it, charlie grabs a clean kitchen towel and holds it under where your bodies are connected. He pulls out, letting your mixed come fall onto the towel.

Once it's done pouring from your sopping cunt, he wipes off his cock and throws the towel in the wash. He pulls his boxers and sweatpants up before he grabs another towel and wipes you off gently.

"Here you go love" He says

"Thank you" You respond softly, pulling your lower layers up once he finishes wiping you off

He throws that towel in the wash as well then walks over to hug you. His arms wrap around your waist, this time from the front.

"I love you, my beautiful lover" He says as he rests his head on your shoulder "all my friends were asking about you on stream tonight. They said you were so nice when they met you and they asked how I met you."

"Oh?" You respond with a slight giggle, hugging him back

"Mhm. I said that one day I was looking for an editor, and then I saw your profile, thought 'wow they're the hottest person I've ever seen', and bingo bango I ended up with them." He grins, snuggling closer

"heh, I love you." You giggle

"I love you too, M'theydy." He says as he plants a soft kiss on your lips

#slimecicle x reader smut #slimecicle x you #slimecicle smut #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle #smut #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #Chuckle smut #mcyt #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp x reader #Cc!Slimecicle #Charlie dalgleish

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nikaizkool · 9 months

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Feel like wilbur would love back hugs

Omg yes. Him sneaking up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach sometimes lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.

He just loves you so much man, tucking his head in your shoulder kissing it, and mumbling compliments to you while his head is in your shoulder . “I love you so much darling, your so beautiful.”

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot fluff #dsmp wilbur #qsmp wilbur #wilbur dream smp #wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur #wilbur x you

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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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Shadow Play

Commander Fox x senator!reader (fem), Senator Farr, Commander Thorn, and mention of Commander Stone

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: NSFW, this is literally just filth, unprotected sex, exhibition, creampie, fluff, Fox being a tease

Summary: Seeing their favorite senator getting wrecked by their commander was certainly not in the Coruscant Guard’s mission briefing for today.

A/N: I finally had the motivation to write some Fox smut thanks to this art. Huge thanks to @homie-one-kenobi for all the encouragement and help editing ❤️ Writing this has reduced me to a puddle so please enjoy 😂

Lights flashed across the rows of seats, making you squint as another Mon Calamari dancer twirled elegantly. You tried to focus on the choreography, praying it would hold your attention but no matter what, you still couldn’t force yourself to enjoy the ballet. Watching it for a third time wasn’t changing your opinion, yet it wasn’t like you could’ve declined the offer. Your eyes flickered to the balcony opposite you, noting Fox’s absence for the fifth time in less than an hour, borderline glaring at the unfortunate Corrie taking his place.

A small part of you hated the poor sentry, his red armor acting as a constant reminder that for the last 21 rotations and 17 hours since Fox left for an off-world assignment, your bed had been cold and empty. Your eyes finally drifted away from the trooper and just barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at the small group of senators whispering praises. While you agreed that the performers were exceptional, you couldn’t follow the plot, leaving you to count down the seconds until the next intermission. A small part of you wished that Riyo or Padme were there to make the whole experience a little more bearable.

Years of etiquette training was the only thing that stopped you from jumping out of your seat when a booming voice announced the second intermission. Your aid that was standing near the back of the senatorial box shot you a sympathetic look and you appreciated the gesture even if there was nothing they could do to help. Just as the door was within reach, the faint call of your name had you stopping in your tracks, forcing your expression to remain pleasant.

“Senator Farr,” you greeted, managing a small smile. You had nothing against the Rodian senator, you quite liked him, but you really weren’t in the mood for small talk. You expected him to ask for your interpretation of the ballet only to surprise you when he ushered you into the bustling hall.

“How many more acts are there?” he whispered, leaning in to keep the conversation somewhat private. Your mouth twisted to the side in a poor attempt at hiding your amusement.

“Three,” you replied, chewing on your top lip when Senator Farr’s already large eyes seemed to grow bigger. “I plan to feign a stomach bug for the next two.”

“Will it be any less believable if we both do?” he mused, glancing over your shoulder at the cluster of senators still talking about Act 2.

“Probably more believable,” you snickered, scratching the corner of your mouth to cover your persistent grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not feeling well.”

“Hm, now that you mention it,” Farr sighed, his forehead wrinkling in a show of distress that you found quite impressive. He chanced one last look over your shoulder before gently nudging your arm and hurrying toward the bathroom. You allowed yourself a fond laugh before heading in the direction of the lady’s room, making a detour through the nearby door at the last second. The click of your disgustingly uncomfortable shoes was deafening in the silent stairwell, making you pause at the top of the first flight to check no one had followed.

Once you were confident you were in the clear, you took the last flight at a slower pace, contemplating burning the fucking torture devices you called shoes the entire way. You paused one last time at the top of the steps, just to be safe, before slipping through the door at the top. A warm, orangish glow washed over you, melting some of the tension in your neck and shoulders as you stepped into the cupola.

It had been far too long since you’d ventured into the little hideaway, only able to admire the beautiful stained glass windows from afar. Most Coruscant residents had no idea there was even a room atop the opera house, meaning they missed out on one of the most beautiful views. You lazily wandered toward the window, lightly brushing your fingers over the marbled glass, watching the slightly distorted ecumenopolis below. Your original intention had been to find a refuge from the torture of sitting through three more acts but standing there, looking out across the capital world, all you felt was lonely.

The soft whir of the door was lost to your aching heart but there was no mistaking the muted footsteps approaching. Anyone else would’ve felt fear in that moment, yet you only sighed, knowing the taste of solace you found had come to an end. You let your hand linger on the cool glass for another second before dropping it, turning to face the presence lingering off to your left.

For a moment, you were convinced you were hallucinating, that maybe you were sick, when you turned to find a Coruscant Guard member watching you. There was no mistaking the pattern you had sought out in waves of red armor time and time again. He canted his head and it was so painfully familiar, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted, your manners suddenly tumbling to Coruscant’s surface. Not that he minded.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Fox countered. Just hearing his voice, the unique inflection in his words that set him apart had your shoulders slumping like the marionette strings folding your facade up had been cut. Something between a sob and laugh tumbled past your lips, the sound seemed to break through the barrier Fox built around himself. The second his stance lost some of its rigidity you were moving, throwing your arms around his shoulders. The collision punched a grunt out of Fox but he barely even swayed, catching your weight with ease.

“What are you doing here?” you repeated, the words muffled against his shoulder. It had been three long weeks since you saw him before he went dark for a security detail off-world. Fox smelled of blaster fire, caf, and sweat, a mixture that should’ve had your nose wrinkling, but right then, it was so perfectly him you pressed closer.

“Thought I’d pick up a security shift for a few senators spending the night at the opera,” Fox sighed, pressing the hard edge of his helmet against the side of your head. That had you pulling away, staring into his dark visor. How long had he been back? The question must’ve been written all over your face because Fox laughed, a soft, beautiful sound. “Relax, we landed maybe an hour before it started.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” you mumbled, threading your fingers together at the back of his neck.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” Fox snorted, pulling you as close as he dared. The bite of plastoid against your body was uncomfortable but you’d take it over his absence any day.

“Drama queen,” you huffed with a fond eye roll. His helmet tipped down and you assumed he was pinning you with a dark glare, something you had never wanted to see more than you did in that moment. You carefully broke the seal, slowly lifting the bright red helmet off, not realizing you were holding your breath. Fox blinked a few times, gently shaking his head, tousling his longer-than-normal curls. But instead of a scowl, you were greeted with a soft smile that melted your heart.

“Hey,” he breathed, gently tracing the curve of your back.

“Stars, I missed you,” you rasped just before surging forward to capture his lips. Fox let out a soft, breathy laugh against your lips before gently cradling the back of your head, and leaning into the kiss. The bitterness of caf lingered on his lips, a taste you shouldn’t have missed seeing that you drank it just as often as Fox, however, it always seemed to taste better this way.

The kiss had started out sweet, a slow and tender brush of lips that made your heart flutter wildly. You intended to pull away until Fox started to knead the back of your neck, molding you against the curve of his chest. Every ounce of fatigue and anxiety you had been holding onto melted away as you coaxed his mouth open. Fox groaned softly, using his hold on your neck to angle your head back with an urgency you weren’t expecting. The shift had your head spinning to the point that you hadn’t realized you were moving until your back met the cool window.

“Missed you too,” Fox mumbled, dragging his lips away from yours to pant against your cheek. “So fucking much.”

“Mm, playing bodyguard for one of my colleagues wasn’t engaging enough,” you teased, carding through his messy hair. Fox nipped at your ear in retaliation, forcing a half-gasp, half-giggle past your lips. He tugged you tighter against his chest, the unforgiving plastoid of his codpiece pressing into your thigh, tempting you with what waited behind it.

“Like any of them could compare to you,” he breathed, nuzzling into your neck with a shallow roll of his hips. Maybe it was because you weren’t used to him being gone for long stretches of time but you were suddenly aching to feel something beyond GAR blacks and rigid plastoid. Fox yelped at the impatient tug on his codpiece, pulling back to dart his eyes between your hand and your face.

“What - what are you doing?” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder. Yet he didn’t try to move your hand, letting you trace the shape at a torturous pace.

“I’m trying to indulge in what I’ve been daydreaming about for weeks,” you huffed, playfully tugging on the clip holding the armor in place. You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed before his expression shifted, brown eyes somehow growing darker in the low light.

“Right here?” Fox mused, crowding you against the window and pinning your hand in place. Daring you to bow out. “Now what if one of the boys looked up and saw us? How would they feel seeing their favorite senator being ruined by their commander?”

“Fox,” you gasped, closing your fist in his hair, and grinding into the curve of his thigh plate. The idea should’ve scared you, should’ve filled you with a numbing dread at the thought of anyone catching an esteemed senator with a Guard commander. Instead, you clenched around nothing, mouth falling open with your strained pants.

“Oh, you like that, honey,” Fox purred, his gloved hand slipping under the hem of your short skirt. Even through a layer of fabric, his touch left a trail of heat across your skin. The quiet whine that followed the first brush of his fingers over your cunt made him shiver in your grip. “Maker, you sound even sweeter than in my dreams.”

“You - you dream about the s-sounds I make?” you panted, rocking forward in time with the drag of his fingers.

“Oh, I dream about more than that,” he chucked, bumping his nose against yours.

“Care to share?”

“How long do you have?”

“For you?” you whispered, barely brushing your lips against his. “All the time in the galaxy.”

“Is that so?” he mumbled, moving to pepper kisses down the side of your neck. You caught a glimpse of redness high on his cheeks just before a digit sank into you with little resistance. Your cunt clenched around his gloved finger, a strangled moan bursting from your lips as he pumped his finger once. The rough fabric of his gloves never bothered you before but the desperate, clawing need to feel the warmth of his skin had you squirming.

“Take your gloves off,” you all but begged, “please.” You almost wished you hadn’t asked when he slowly, torturously, pulled away. He caught your eye, pinning you in place with a heavy look, never breaking eye contact as he brought his hand toward his face. You had witnessed Fox bring down a mercenary single-handedly after losing his blaster, seen him dissolve a full-fledged riot, and hit what should’ve been an impossible mark without batting an eye. Yet somehow the sight of his tongue curling around the soaked finger of his glove was more electrifying, setting your teeth on edge.

He pinned you in place, closing his lips around his finger; his lashes fluttered, a muffled groan filling the air as he savored your taste. Your lungs suddenly felt too small as you watched the slow drag of his digit over his full bottom lip. Fox was putting on a show, the twinkle in his lust-blown eyes giving him away and you were undoubtedly enjoying every second. A flash of white teeth sinking into the tip of the glove made your breath hitch, your eyes staying glued to the hem of the fabric as Fox tilted his head back, revealing strong, calloused hands.

Fox’s now bare hand came to rest lightly against your chest, following the curve of your body but your focus was zeroed in on the glove dangling from his teeth. He looked far too pleased with himself, a slight smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he paused, letting you admire the view. The feather-light brush of his fingers over your heated skin jerked you back to reality but your eyes still followed the fabric when he turned his head, letting the glove fall to the floor before turning his attention back to you.

“Better?” he rumbled, brushing through your folds before sinking two fingers into you, his smug grin never fading. Your head bobbed in an almost frantic nod as you tried to bite back a moan. Fox’s smug smile wasn’t helping either.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasped, tightening your grip in his hair. Fox hummed in the back of his throat, lazily pumping his fingers like he had all the time in the world. You were suddenly reminded of your hand placement when he shifted his weight. If your brain didn’t feel like it might leak out of your ears, you would’ve been more impressed with the skillful way you unclipped his codpiece in one swift movement.

“You’re getting too good at that,” Fox groaned, rocking into your hand.

“You only have yourself to blame,” you laughed breathlessly, tracing the shape of his hard length. He surged forward, his finger brushing a devastating spot inside you as his lips slammed into yours, muffling your incoherent cry.

“Will–will you let me,” he stammered between kisses, the sloppy roll of his hips growing rougher, “let me fuck you for all of Coruscant to see?”

“If–fuck–if you don’t–” you warned, trying to sound commanding, but your ability to form words was quickly narrowing to nothing more than curses and Fox’s name. That seemed to be all the permission he needed though as he licked into your mouth again, the hand that had been buried in your cunt coming up to grip your jaw. In a flurry of movement, you were suddenly facing the expanses of Coruscant, Fox’s warmth pressing against your back as he hiked your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.

“Put your hands on the window, honey,” he rumbled, brushing his nose against the shell of your ear. You obeyed without a second thought, bracing both your hands against one of the orange panels; your heart fluttered when one of his large hands filled the space beside yours. “I wonder if I’ll be able to see our handprints every time I pass by.”

The thought that you’d leave behind a reminder, something only you and Fox would know about, had you pushing back into him. He seemed to catch on, unceremoniously tugging his pants down just enough to free his weeping cock, slipping it between your thighs. There was a brief moment where he paused, his tip barely pressing into your folds like he was savoring the buildup before he pushed in. The stretch felt endless, your head falling forward as you panted around soft whimpers until he was fully sheathed.

“Stars,” you chuckled, feeling dizzy with how full you were, “almost forgot how big you are.” Fox’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, punching the air from your lungs. His free hands slowly followed the curve of your waist, catching on the flashy fabric of your outfit, pausing briefly to brush a thumb over your covered nipple. A shiver tore through you when his hand gently curled around your throat, never squeezing, only using his grip as a way to hold you in place.

“Guess I’ll have to remind you,” he growled, pausing long enough for the words to sink in before he moved. The first thrust tested your ability to hold yourself up but Fox barely gave you a moment to steady yourself before he picked up a brutal pace. If you weren’t so high above the bustling crowds, you might’ve been worried about how you cried out, throwing your head back against Fox’s shoulder.

“F-Fox,” you moaned, needing him to hear the desperation pumping through your veins. You mindlessly curled your fingers over the smooth window pane, forcing your eyes open when you met warm skin. Fox’s hand was still braced against the window, your hand half covering his after your frantic scrambling. You were so mesmerized by the sheer size difference that you didn't notice right away when Fox shifted his weight, hitting a spot that made your eyes cross. You blindly grabbed onto the back of his hand, fingers interlacing between his. Fox instinctively closed his hand, pressing your fingertips into the rough skin of his palm. He nuzzled against your cheek, his ragged breathing raising goosebumps along the length of your throat.

“Fuck, you - you feel so good, cyar’ika” he whimpered, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your cheek. You were both spiraling out of control, climbing higher and higher with each galaxy-shattering thrust. Fox’s usually composed attitude was long gone, leaving him just as desperate and pleasure-drunk as you were. The heat building under your skin had reached a scalding level but you just couldn’t seem to fall over the edge.

“I– I’m so close,” you whispered, turning your head to try and find his lips. Fox mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch before his hand slid over your chest, coming to rest on your stomach. The pressure of his hand made each punch of his cock somehow more explosive, reminding you both just how deep he was; Fox’s strangled moan overlayed with yours, his hips losing their rhythm.

“Never - fuck - never leaving you behind again,” he panted, leaning heavily against your back to drop his hand lower. Every muscle in your lower half clenched when his fingers brushed your clit, ripping an unusually loud moan from deep in Fox’s chest. The movements of his fingers were sloppy but you were so lost in the blinding pleasure that it didn’t matter. It finally, finally, crested, throwing you over the edge with a cry of Fox’s name as you gushed around him.

It only took three more thrusts before Fox went rigid, burying himself to the hilt with a soft, shaky moan.

Your thoughts cleared slowly, the fog of arousal melting away as you drifted back down to Coruscant. The empty cupola felt oddly quiet without the slap of skin on skin, leaving you to focus on Fox’s slightly labored breathing. Your eyes drifted back to where your hands were still braced against the stained glass, a small smile lifting the corner of your mouth when you noticed that your hand was still wrapped around Fox’s larger one. Flashing speeder lights caught your attention, drawing your gaze to the traffic zipping past the opera house.

“Think anyone saw us?” you wondered absently. Fox laughed, loud and unguarded, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder and the sound alone was enough to make your stomach do a funny little flip.

“We may never know,” Fox snickered, kissing the base of your neck. The deafening chirp of Fox’s comm brought you crashing back to reality, but you did your best to not let your disappointment show when he reached up to tap a button on his vambrace. “Fox.”

“Gotta question for you, Commander,” Thorn said in place of a greeting. Fox propped his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you let your head drop to the side, resting your temple against his.

“Yes, Thorn.” There was a pregnant pause, your brows pulling together when you swore you heard a muffle laugh through the channel.

“You, uh, wouldn’t happen to be in the opera house’s cupola, would you?” Thorn snickered. Your stomach plummeted to your feet while Fox stiffened behind you. There was no denying it since Fox’s cock was still buried inside you. You tilted your head down, searching for a few dots of red in the sea of creatures, easily finding them near the opera house’s entrance.

“No,” Fox replied stiffly, only making the situation worse.

“Oh really?” a slightly different voice huffed. You glanced to the side, arching a brow in question. Fox rolled his eyes but mouthed, Stone, before returning his attention back to the comm.

“Heya, senator!” Thorn shouted. You only knew it was him because just as the greeting came through, you saw one of the dots with more red paint raise an arm, waving it wildly.

“How’d you know?” Fox grumbled, sounding close to pouting in your opinion.

“We can see your shadows, shit for brains,” Thorn wheezed, barely getting his sentence out between fits of laughter.

“Go do your fucking jobs,” Fox snapped, punching the button to end the call a little too hard. You had managed to keep a straight face throughout the call but you were steadily losing the battle against laughter. “I’m glad you find it funny.”

“I’m surprised you don’t,” you giggled, lightly resting your head against his temple. Fox huffed and hid his face against your shoulder, faintly shaking his head.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this,” he groaned, mindlessly squeezing your fingers that were still intertwined with his.

“About getting caught,” you wondered, letting a smirk pull at the corner of your mouth, “or how hot it looked from their perspective?” Fox sounded defeated as he brought your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Both.”

Taglist: @techs-feral-wife (thank you for your help too Max ❤️)

#commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #commander fox #coruscant guard #commander fox smut #cc-1010 #star wars #the clone wars #marshal commander fox

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Not So Childhood Crush

Smutilogue (afab edition) Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.8k a/n: lmfao here's the smut piece y'all asked for. hope it lived up to the hype. i made two of these. they both use gender neutral pronouns, but one is obviously with a vagina and the other with cock n' balls so pick your poison. they are slightly different despite starting off the same. not just body part switching but what happens in general but mostly the same. mo ghràdh and mo leannan are variations of 'my love' in old gaelic. amab version

A couple of months went by. Everyone was back in peak performance and you were finally able to relax. You were currently cleaning up from lunch, enjoying the silence. The lot of you heard about some festival on some island and Eustass decided it was the perfect place to celebrate. To celebrate everyone back in tip-top shape and you being back with the crew at long last.

Though, when everyone left, you opted to stay behind a little longer, wanting a moment of peace. You’d been wrangling everyone on this tiny ship the past couple of months and you just wanted a moment where you didn’t have to babysit. Your brother teased you about it, calling you old, but you didn’t even have the energy to fight. You just wanted them to leave you alone.

And they did. Everyone was off on the island, enjoying the festival and you were able to enjoy some peace and quiet. You were putting away dishes, standing up on the utmost tips of your toes as you tried to put something away. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your hip and a body press into you. You watched as a hand reached out to take the bowl in your hand and put it on the shelf for you.

“I thought you were with everyone else,” you mused, not even needing to turn around to see who it was.

Killer chuckled softly behind you. “When I realized you stayed behind, I doubled back,” he mused. Once the last dish was put away, his hand came down to rest on your other hip. He buried his face in your neck and you chuckled softly. “No helmet?” He definitely had it on earlier. You had smacked it because he did something stupid, after all.

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Mm, can’t kiss you if I have it on,” he crooned, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You let out a content sigh against him, turning around as you kissed him. You slid your arms around his neck and smiled. “That’s true.”

Despite having confessed, neither of you have been able to do much since then. With the ship being as small as it was and the crew being as large, there wasn’t exactly time to be alone. Someone was always bothering one of you. It’s what happened when you were the parents of the crew, you supposed. That, and Killer had been healing this whole time. You didn’t want to end up reopening a wound just because you were too horny for your own good.

His hands took to either sides of your face, cupping it softly as his thumbs ran over his cheeks and he just looked at you. You felt your face warm up as you felt his rough, calloused hands catching on your smooth skin. It sent shivers down your spine.

“I still can’t believe you’ve felt the same this whole time.” You let out a small chuckle at his words, nodding. “I can’t believe it either. We could’ve saved ourselves a whole lot of heart break if one of us just bit the bullet when we were kids.”

He grinned, pulling you into another tender kiss. As much as you loved these soft moments with him, right now you were craving more. You reached up, letting your hand find its way into his hair as you deepened the kiss, pulling hard on his hair. A low growl came from Killer that made your heart race with excitement. “That how it is?” he mumbled against you. You nodded, pressing another kiss to him. “Mhm. I think we’ve waited long enough.”

“Say less.”

You gasped as he picked you up, but you wasted no time in wrapping your legs around him. He set you on the table gently, his lips immediately on your neck. You could feel your body already warming up just from this small bit of action you were getting. You couldn’t imagine how insane you were going to feel when you actually got down to business.

In this moment, you were regretting your punk aesthetic that had made you put tight jeans on this morning, but that ended up not even mattering as Killer had them off of you in one swift movement - well at least you had gone against the decision to wear underwear. A shiver ran down your spine again as you felt the cool air on your skin.

“Wasting no time,” you mused, looking up at him as he just stared at you with a hungry look in his eye. He licked his lips as he stared before looking into your eyes. “You’re so breathtaking.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden compliment, face immediately in flames. Now why the hell would he go and say something like that right now? You tried to push away the more flustered feeling and scoff. “Just kiss me,” you mumbled.

He chuckled, looking at you for a moment more. “I have a better idea.”

You blinked, watching him as he grinned at you before dropping to his knees and your eyes widened. You made a noise of surprise as he pulled you to the very edge of the table and placed one of your legs over his shoulder. “Killer!” you squeaked, covering your face as he was suddenly right next to your core.

“What? I think you look more than excited to see me,” he teased gently as his fingers gently traced over your wet folds. Your eyes widened as your entire body started to tingle, hips twitching. Sure, you imagined him doing all of these things to you, but now officially being in the act, it was completely different.

“I-I mean I am, I just-” You gasped, letting out a small whine as you felt him gently circle your clit. Your hands left your face and moved to the table behind you as you leaned back on them.

“The usual confident and dominant doctor suddenly being a stuttering mess is quite the sight to behold.” A smug smile stretched across his face and you did your best to muster up a glare; only for him to slowly slide one of his thick fingers into you. Your eyes rolled back and you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back the moan. You were being stubborn now since he decided to get all cocky all of a sudden.

“Aw, c’mon now. I want to hear that beautiful sound,” he said as he began to move his finger around inside of you. You looked at him, feeling your eye twitch. You wanted so much to say something but you knew the moment you opened your mouth, it would betray you.

“Don’t be stubborn.” He slid in another one, beginning to scissor them inside of you. The sensation was crazy. Sure, you’ve done it yourself, but it was different when it was someone else. It also wasn’t exactly like you had time to ever sleep around in your life, so this was all a first to you. Not that you were ever going to admit that.

Your entire body was buzzing and you could feel yourself coiling up in the pit of your stomach already. A small whimper escaped from your lips and your hips twitched slightly as he reached deeper inside of you, curling his fingers. You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep it together, but your trembling body was a dead giveaway.

“Y/n!” Your eyes snapped wide open as a voice rang through the air. You immediately sat up and Killer stopped moving. From where you were seated, if someone came in the doorway they’d just see you at the edge of the table, back to them. They wouldn’t be able to see Killer with the way he was positioned - nor the naughty things you were currently doing.

“You better stay quiet, then,” Killer whispered. You looked at him with a mixture of horror and excitement. You looked over your shoulder, keeping an eye out just in case when you suddenly felt a hot breath against you as he took your clit into his mouth. It caught you by surprise that you didn’t have time to stop the loud, strangled moan that came from you.

You slapped your hands over your mouth, feeling your face heat up. Killer just looked up at you with a sly grin as his tongue swirled around the bud. Oh, that was evil.

“There you are!” You tensed, fully sat up now. You look over your shoulder, seeing Heat there in the doorway. “Here I am,” you said, taking your hands from your mouth. Killer stopped his movements so you were able to breathe.

“We were wondering where you were. Everyone’s waiting.”

“I said I’d be down in a-” You nearly choked as you felt Killer start sucking on you slightly. “A bit,” you ground out. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. You could only keep this up so much. You needed Heat gone now.

“Are you not feeling well?” He took a step in the kitchen.

“Don’t come any closer!” You felt Killer start moving his fingers in and out of you slowly as he worked his tongue around the most sensitive part of you. Your head was spinning and you were fighting for your life right now.

Heat stopped, blinking in confusion.

“E-Experimenting. Don’t wanna get blown up now, do-” You took a deep breath, pulling on Killer’s hair slightly as you tried to hold it together while he somehow silently assaulted your nether regions. “Do you?”

Heat held his hands up. “Enough said. I’ll let everyone know you’ll be there eventually.” With that, he left.

You were still, trying not to lose it until you were sure he was out of earshot.

Though, you weren’t able to stay silent much longer as the coil deep within you finally snapped and a loud, guttural moan erupted from you. You heard Killer growl as you tugged on his hair roughly as you rode through your first climax of the night.

You collapsed onto the table, feeling your entire body twitching as you tried to gather yourself. You were already exhausted, but you knew that this wasn’t over yet. You didn’t want it to be over yet. You let out small whimpers as Killer cleaned your mess up with his tongue. You draped your arm over your face as you panted heavily, trying to stop your world from spinning so fast.

You felt your leg be removed from his shoulder and him shifting to stand. He removed your arm from your face and you glared at him. You swatted at his chest. “Why did you do that?” you hissed, still trying to calm your breathing.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Well, you said it yourself. We’ve already waited long enough. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Honestly, it was exhilarating. It brought a new level of pleasure that you never felt before. The anxiety of the possibility of getting caught gave you a different kind of high. If you were caught, it would’ve been the end of you. You would’ve simply passed away on the spot, but you didn’t.

“I know you would’ve stopped me if you really didn’t want me to,” he crooned, moving your hair out of your face, admiring you as you were. All sprawled out on the table below him, post climax high. A view he could definitely get used to.

“You’re right. It was kind of…” You trailed off, your face heating up and he chuckled before he kissed you again. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down to you before you wrapped your legs around him. Once flush with your body, you could feel just how pent up he was.

“Now how about we take care of you now, hm?” you purred against him.

“You sure about that? I’m a pretty big guy.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I think you’re underestimating me right now and I don’t appreciate it.” You stuck your tongue out slightly. He kissed you once more as you hummed in delight against him.

“Maybe you’re underestimating me,” he mused as he pulled up from you. You narrowed your eyes as he tried to turn your own words against you. “Killer, I swear to fuck I will walk straight out of this kitchen.”

He just grinned at you. “Then I guess I better make sure you can’t walk then, huh?”

Your eyes widened at his word choice and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle before you realized what you were doing. You gasped, folding your arms and pouting. Another laugh came from Killer as he watched you with amusement. “C’mon. ‘S cute.” He leaned down, kissing your cheek. Your face only turned more red, but you still weren’t saying anything.

He continued to kiss down your jaw and neck. When he reached the tender spots he had been sucking and nibbling on earlier, you felt yourself gasp softly. You didn’t realize the skin was still so sensitive. You turned to look at him and he just smiled up at you. “There you are.” He hummed as his hands lightly trailed down your sides.

He stood up and you watched him as he took his shirt off. Without much thought, you reached your hands out and immediately grabbed his chest. “Always so nice,” you mumbled. “Unfair.” Your hands traced over his more recent scars, frowning slightly as you did so.

“Careful, they’re sensitive,” he mused, trying to keep you out of that spiral. He knew you were quick to go down that mental path if not taken care of quickly.

You rolled your eyes, snorting. He pulled away from you for a moment as he finally began to remove his own pants. Now you got to see what you were working with.

And holy shit, he wasn’t lying when he said he was big. It was large, veiny, and looked desperate for attention. The amount of precum that was leaking from the head was a dead giveaway on that front.

You blinked, but you didn’t raise no quitter. You were already this far and you could feel yourself throbbing with excitement. “You sure about this? We can always circl-”

“Killer.” The firm tone of your voice along with the look you gave him was enough for him to shut his mouth. He nodded. He’d already stretched you out earlier, this would be fine. As long as he didn’t just slam into you - as much as you wanted him to. That was for another time. You kind of needed to make sure it was actually gonna fit first.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled and you sat up. You took his face in your hands and you kissed him hard. That was all it took to reignite the fire within him. He let out a low rumble, making you grin against him. “Stop thinking so much.”

He nodded, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you towards him. You gasped slightly as you felt all of him against you. A shiver went down your spine and honestly you just needed him inside of you now.

You reached down, taking him in your hand causing him to let out a sharp gasp. “Why don’t you use this thing on me already, yeah?”

He nodded, pushing you down onto the table gently. You leaned back, exposing yourself to him. Once more, he stood there just admiring you. You could see the love and affection in his eyes. It always made you feel so giddy but also flustered.

You opened your mouth to say something when you felt the fat head of his cock press against your folds. Anticipation filled your every being and you trembled with excitement. You licked your lips as you watched him take a small breath before he finally started pushing himself into you.

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself beginning to stretch for him. “Oh fuck,” you groaned loudly, head falling back as your eyes disappeared into your skull. Spreading your legs further apart so he could slide in easier, you started panting already.

You felt him stop and you raised your head to look at him. “Are you-” He started but with the look you gave him, he stopped, nodding. You were fine. As much as you appreciated how much he cared for you, you also weren’t made of glass. But, this was also your first time together, so you figured you’d let it slide this time. You just hoped he wouldn’t keep being this gentle.

As you continued to stretch around him, you felt your own walls twitching and sucking him in further. Quite literally, pulling him into you. For the most part, he slid in rather easily but holy shit did you feel stuffed. It’s like you ate a three course meal.

You were laid down on the table at this point, panting heavily with your eyes closed as you tried to gather yourself. Killer was panting too. Probably from restraining himself. You knew he was fighting urges. You knew he wanted to slam into you just as much as you wanted him to, but both of you knew that would’ve been a dumb idea.

He was bottomed out now. He managed to fit the whole thing inside of you. It felt like it took eternity but it really was only a few moments. “Seems you really were made for me, hm?” That was better. You much rather have cocky Killer than overly cautious Killer. Fit his namesake too.

Before you even had a chance to say anything smart yourself, he started rolling his hips. Immediately, you felt waves of pleasure rolling over your body. This was unlike anything you’d felt before. He was hitting all the right spots and it made you wonder if he was right. Maybe the two of you were made for each other.

Or maybe that was just the horny talking.

It didn’t take him too long to really start hammering himself into you. Your mind was going wild then it was just blank. You couldn’t form a coherent thought. All you knew was the man before you and his giant cock currently pummeling you into oblivion. Skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls of the small kitchen. You had your arms wrapped around him, clawing at his back, making him hiss in pleasure. In turn, he was leaving more and more hickies anywhere he could. You both were marking each other up. Though, his would be easier to hide when it came down to it.

You could feel his movements growing more erratic and your legs slowly growing numb from the sheer amount of pleasure you were experiencing. It seemed he was right, you weren’t going to be able to walk out of here at this rate. He was going to have to carry you to the damn festival.

Once more, that coil snapped and euphoria washed over you as you came hard, shouting your lover’s name. He wasn’t long after, pulling right out of you before making a mess of the both of you. You whined as you suddenly felt empty, twitching at his sudden absence. You were mumbling incoherent sentences as you panted, trying to gather your thoughts.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from his own high. The kitchen fell silent except for your panting. After a moment, you were finally able to come off cloud nine and you let out a breathless chuckle.

Killer looked at you, also finally coming down. “What are ya laughin’ at?” His accent thicker than usual from exhaustion.

“Mm. Fact tha’ our firs’ time’s on the kitchen table,” you mumbled, your own accent just as thick. “Gonna have ta really clean it up.” Killer just looked at you for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I really do love you, mo ghràdh.” You grinned up at him. You really loved it when he spoke in your native tongue. “And I love you, mo leannan.” And you knew he also loved it when you spoke to him in it as well. The both of you didn’t really use it when you were growing up, but found an appreciation for it as you grew older.

After another moment of gathering yourself, he finally picked you up. “I think it’s time we get cleaned up and head to the festival because the entire crew comes looking for us,” he mused. You settled into him with a hum. “Mm, sounds good to me.”

Later at the festival, the two of you found the rest of your crew downtown somewhere. You were currently riding on Killer’s back. When the two of you arrived, there were cheers all around. Eustass looked at you and rolled his eyes. “About time. I was starting to get worried something happened!”

Killer slowly set you down, keeping an arm around your waist as you were a tad bit wobbly. Eustass raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright? You look a little pale.”

If you didn’t already, you definitely did now. You just glared at your brother. Quincy, bless her soul, immediately knew what was happening and came to your aid. “Well, they’ve done nothing but babysit the crew the last couple of months! They’re probably exhausted!”

She looked at you, smiling. There was a look, however, that said that the two of you were going to be talking later. You nodded, silently thanking her as you slowly sat down. You were also currently glad that your brother had a stupid feather coat made for you that looked just like his. You were currently wearing it to hide the marks Killer went a little too overzealous in giving you.

Dive ran at you, jumping into the air. You knew she was going to jump right into your lap and it was going to hurt. Before she could land, Killer caught her midair and set her down. “Y/n isn’t feeling well, you probably should take it easy.” Dive’s eyes widened and she nodded. “Okay! Sorry!”

Then things carried on like normal. Everyone was loud and rambunctious, just like you were used to. Things were finally returning to normal, though a bit better than they used to be.

“Oh, y/n!” Heat chimed. You looked at, yawning a bit. “What’s up?”

“So, what experiment were you working on?”

You blanched and Killer just laughed, leaving everyone confused and Quincy’s eyes shining as she knew she was going to get some of the juiciest gossip she’s ever heard later.

#i am so goddamn wasted i hope this is coherent #i lost count of the shots #anyway #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #am fics #cc #smut

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floredaqueen · 2 months

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Y'all can have this (I was supposed to give this to yall a LONG TIME AGO) because I'm gonna redraw it. I feel like I could do so much better--

#artists on tumblr #original art #stranger things #stranger things art #original character #stangerthingsoc #digital art #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x f!oc #oc x cc #oc x canon #cc x oc #hopeless romance art #hopelessly hopeful

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221bshrlocked · 1 year

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desire for obedience

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 5656

Warnings: Angsty Smut. Semi-Public but Consensual Sex. Some Dirty Talk. Rough Manhandling/Sex. Clothed Male Naked Female. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (Wrap the Shlong before you King Kong my Dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Creampie. Implied Squirting. Indirect Love Confessions. 79′s shenanigans.

Summary: You risk your life to save Wolffe and Boost’s. Wolffe doesn’t appreciate you disobeying his orders. Things escalate at 79′s...

A/N: I was minding my own business writing a oneshot involving a threesome with Crosshair and Mayday when this suddenly happened so here you go. I am not okay after that Bad Batch episode so naturally I am writing smut to make myself feel better. Enjoy my lovely Clone lovers and let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and thank you. You can add yourself to the taglist here if you like.

If it had been any other day, you would have brushed aside the flare of anger heating all around you, chalking it up for the particularly extraneous mission you and your battalion had just returned from. But the last rotation brought about many revelations, one of which involved the Clone Commander currently staring daggers into your very soul. You avoided him as much as you can, and from the looks of it, he noticed your tactics and was getting extremely tired of them.

When you look up at him again through the multitude of white armor surrounding the two of you, you find his eyes narrowed dangerously at you, jaws clenched tightly as he realizes that you were very much aware of why he was fuming at you. A question breaks your attention away from him, and you turn to the trooper beside you, pretending to laugh at whatever anecdote he just said to avoid the tempest threatening to take you over.

You know why he’s behaving this way, and as much as you hate to admit it, he had every right to feel this way. But you couldn’t tell him that, mostly because you didn’t want to hear how disappointed he was with your decision or how right he was that you weren’t ready for your position.

You continue nodding at the trooper, completely oblivious to the slow approach of the man you’ve been avoiding for the better half of the day.

“Good evening Commander,” the words snap you back to reality and you look up in time to see Wolffe’s unwavering gaze threatening to bring you to your knees.

“This next round is on me boys,” you blurt out immediately, avoiding any and all contact with Wolffe’s rather dangerous eyes as you take a step back from the group. “Order anything you want and p-put it on my tab.” You manage to breathe out before you turn around and head towards the refreshers, praying to the maker that 79’s wasn’t seeing too much action in the back tonight.

You barely manage to move past the dancing crowd, keeping your hand firmly placed on your lightsaber in an attempt to calm yourself. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that Wolffe had every intention to shoot you with his blaster the second he walked up to your group. Slamming the door open, you head towards one of the sinks and turn on the cold water, splashing your face several times and dragging the water down your neck in an attempt to calm down.

Not a second later, the door opens quietly, making you sigh heavily as you look for anything to wipe your face. You hope that the occupant behind you doesn’t try to ask you if everything is okay because you aren’t sure how you can manage to respond to that question. It’s eerily quiet as you pat your face down with the edge of your robes, and when you don’t hear any movement towards one of the stalls, you look up into the mirror and feel a wave of cold ice wash over you.

Gulping down the anxiety threatening to make itself apparent in the form of a stream of tears, you turn around slowly and watch as Wolffe tilts his head to the side and continues to stare into your eyes. You say nothing, unsure of what or how you were supposed to get yourself out of this sticky situation.

Then he locks the door and taps on it twice, and you know you’re in for it.

“Wol- um, Commander. H-how may I be of service?” You hate the way your entire body shakes whenever you’re in his presence, even more so now as he slowly approaches you, the look of a predator clear and visible on his features.

You had always wondered why he was named Wolffe, but as his jaw tenses, the veins on his neck straining from how harsh he’s biting down, pronouncing the nearly homicidal look brewing in his eyes, you finally understand how he came about his name.

Maker, he looked positively frightening.

It aroused you to no end.

“I’m only going to ask this once, and you better have a damn good answer.” His voice is menacing, and you swear you hear a growl emit from deep within his chest as he speaks, as if he was embodying the spirit of the animal he was named after.

“Yes Commander?” You pray that your nervousness calms him a little, maybe prove to him that the last thing you intended to do was get on his nerves. When he says nothing and continues to walk towards you, you can’t help but back up, and as soon as your back hits the cold tile wall, you feel your heart skip a beat at the prospect of being at his mercy.

He had finally cornered you, like a prey, and the only thing left for you to do was to follow his lead and ensure that he understood who was in charge here.

Wolffe’s eyes never once leave your own, and you will yourself to continue breathing so you don’t pass out from the intensity of his gaze. He says nothing for what you deem as too long, and only when he’s a foot away from you does he finally break the terrifying silence that has washed over the room.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

You immediately know what his question is in reference to, and you know for a fact that playing dumb would do you no good, especially now that he had you at his mercy. You look back and forth in between his eyes, the scar adorning his right eye appearing much more threatening this up close. You part your lips to try and answer his question, but nothing comes to mind, nothing that would satiate the Force signature completely engulfing you in this instance.

“I- I was just…”

“Disobeying orders?” He cuts you off, taking one more step towards you until you are completely overwhelmed by him. You want to scream at him, push him aside and remind him that you were the General and he was the Commander, that you outranked him and didn’t have to listen to anything he said. But the two of you would know that you’re lying, because up until now, you had seldom made him feel like he was inferior to you. When it came to the battlefield, Commander Wolffe was among the best of the best, with his experience, his tactical intelligence, and his sheer will to ensure the safety of those around him.

Which is how you found yourself in this mess.

You had disobeyed a direct order, went after him and Boost when he told you to leave the two of them and accompany the rest of the battalion. You had never seen someone so furious before, and you ignored everything he spewed at you as you single-handedly fought through hundreds of battle droids to get to the two of them.

Looking into his eyes now, you’re also reminded of the small flicker of hope that broke through the violent rage of his Force signature when he saw you approaching him and Boost. It was that little flame that led you to him and his brother, the same one you could feel slowly heating within his chest now.

You got the sense that it wasn’t just hope for being saved, but something else entirely, something you prayed for every day and night as you accompanied the Wolfpack on every mission that Master Plo Koon couldn’t go on.

“Wolffe, I-” before you can try to come up with a response that wouldn’t get you in more trouble, Wolffe takes the last step towards you, slamming both of his arms on either side of your head and caging you in, until the only thing you could see was him.

“What were you thinking?” He asks once more, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think his question wasn’t about the events of the morning today, but something else entirely.

You swallow down your nerves, knowing that the sentiment about to form on your lips would shift the dynamics between the two of you.

“I was thinking of you.”

The reality of the meaning behind your words hits Wolffe almost as soon as you’ve come to accept them yourself. His eyes widen in shock, and you feel his Force signature simmer down soon after, allowing you to say the next confession with ease.

“I’m- I’m always thinking of you.”

Again, the Clone Commander stands there in a state of surprise and disbelief. You think perhaps that you shouldn’t have revealed to him the reason behind your actions, and before you can apologize for the bold response, you sense a dramatic spike in his Force signature, one that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck.” He breathes the word with such heartache that you don’t registers what’s happening until you feel the wind get knocked out of you.

Wolffe lunges at you with a growl, and you part your lips in surprise as soon as you feel his lips dominate your mouth. You allow a few seconds to pass by, mostly so you can be certain you weren’t imagining this and that the call of your name wouldn’t wake you from your sleep and ruin this moment. When he wraps his hand around your throat and pushes you harder into the wall with his body, you know this wasn’t another dream.

Slowly shutting your eyes, you surrender to the war the Commander was waging on your body, and as you try to wrap your arms around his shoulders, he lets go of your neck and grabs both of your wrists, slamming them harshly against the cold, solid wall above your head before grasping them in one, rather aggressive hold. You sigh into him, melting against the dominance of his touch as his palm returns to your jugular and softly increases the pressure around your neck.

You tilt your head to the side to allow him more access, and it must be what he wants from you because he deepens the kiss instantly, shoving his tongue inside your mouth until the only thing you can taste is the faint flavor of the bitter whiskey he was drinking earlier.

But before you can enjoy him, Wolffe pulls away and stares down at you, looking back and forth between your eyes in search of something, of what you’re unsure. You say nothing, whimpering against him as he chokes you harder and pushes the length of his body into your own.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” His voice is hoarse, engulfing you in a state of unadulterated desire, something you were sure he was unintentionally transferring onto you the longer he kept you in his arms. It’s not that you didn’t feel the same, far from it. It just felt strange to finally sense him so deeply, as if he has kept his emotions bottled up for so long and could no longer hold back now that you voiced your mutual desire for him.

“Wolffe, please.” you moan his name as you throw your head back and enjoy the devastation he was bringing upon your body.

It must be all he needs to hear because in the blink of an eye, Wolffe is dragging you away from the wall towards the sinks again. He turns around roughly, and you tremble at his handling of you, only to look up and see the way he’s staring at you through the mirror. Before you can say anything, ask him what he was planning on doing with you, you hear the loud sound of plastoid armor hitting the ground. You gulp loudly as you feel his palm across your back, pushing you down slowly until you are bent over the sink, both hands holding onto the steel supporting your body.

“I’m going to fuck you, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you hard, and mark you up so everyone can know.” The promise he delivers makes you shake with need, and you don’t dare blink away from him, afraid you’d miss the way his handsome features shift with each strike of pleasure he lands on you. Without missing a beat, Wolffe takes hold of your robes and pulls them off of your body, throwing them on the opposite sink before unclipping your lightsaber from your belt. You’re about to ask him to be careful with handling it but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything, instead hanging it on his own belt carefully to avoid any harm to it.

You’re not sure why, but the sight of your weapon, a tool that you’ve spent your entire life forming a connection to, hanging around his belt makes you wet, and you stare at its reflection as he moves closer to you, watching as it swings back and forth while he undresses you completely.

“Don’t you dare look away from me.” Wolffe warns, the growled command pulling your gaze back to his in the mirror and making you wish you weren’t at 79’s but somewhere more private. You nod instantly, wanting him to know that you didn’t mean to shift your attention elsewhere. When he’s satisfied with your response, he reaches around and unzips your pants, dragging them down quickly before taking hold of the hem of your shirt and tugging it up your body. You help him take the offending object off of your person, and watch with fascination as he throws it above your robes before stepping back to look at you.

You’re nearly naked, and as you look at his reflection, you can’t help the rush of excitement that rakes over your body when you notice the feral, hungry look he was giving you now, as if he’s wanted this for so long and couldn’t believe his eyes. You try to raise yourself a little, but the small movement snaps Wolffe out of his haze, making him return to your space and push you down again. You brace yourself against the mirror, both hands dragging against the shiny, cool surface slowly beginning to fog over from the damp air filling the small room.

“Look at you, waiting for my next order.” He taunts you then, dragging his fingers up and down the side of your body before bringing his still-clothed chest against your back. The armor is harsh and cold against your heated skin, but you don’t care, knowing that whatever he was planning on doing to you would make you forget very quickly the discomfort of the plastoid.

“Wolffe.”

“That’s Commander Wolffe to you, mesh’la.” He leans over and whispers in your ears as he reaches around with one hand and cups your breasts. You shut your eyes to relish in the warm touch of his hand, only to open them in shock when he lands a particularly hard slap to your lower thighs not a second after.

“I thought I told you not to look away from me.” Wolffe growls again, and as you’re about to apologize, he leans over and bites into your neck, chuckling to himself when you moan his name lewdly and arch your back against him. He soothes over the bite with his tongue, kissing along your neck and down to your shoulder as he looks up and sees you staring at him.

“Maybe you can be obedient after all.” There is a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you nod at him, wanting him to know that you would whatever he says, even if it were at your expense.

Thinking he would drag this out, you lean down a little more until you can feel the edge of the sink dig into your hips.

“I’m going to fuck you General, until this whole bar knows who’s making you scream.” He says as he lets go of you and palms his cock through the blacks beneath his armor. You want to look at him, and you get the sense that he is daring you to shift your focus from his eyes to his hands, but you don’t give into the temptation, instead biting into your lower lip and doubling down on the eye contact.

“Please Commander!” You plead for him, no longer caring on whether you sound pathetic or not, and it must please Wolffe greatly, the use of the honorific and the wanton tone of your voice, because he lowers his blacks down far enough to free his cock and spits on his hand before covering himself with the wet palm of his hand.

“You’re going to leave tonight with my cum trailing down your thighs, General. And if you can be an obedient little sweetheart for me, I’ll make sure you cum too.” Wolffe groans against your ears, making you whine his name over and over again as you feel his hand moving behind you. You want to beg him to end your misery, take what he wants from you and mark you up however he wants, but the only thing that manages to escape your throat is a long sigh in the form of a desperate plea.

When you feel his fingers push your panties to the side, you brace yourself for the onslaught he would soon deliver to your body. Then he pushes his cock against your wet folds, and you realize that this may hurt more than you initially thought.

Fuck, you couldn’t wait for that sweet burn.

You part your lips to tell him exactly that, only to watch as Wolffe stares into your eyes while he pushes his dick into your cunt, not bothering to slow down until he is fully sheathed inside you. He’s larger than you imagined, thicker and warmer too, and you nearly close your eyes to commit this feeling to memory, only to feel a hand grab your neck and push down on it until your gaze is wide open.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me. I w-want you to watch me as I fuck you, General.” His voice falters briefly, making your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of having a similar effect on him as he was having on you. He wraps his other arm around your chest, keeping you flush against him with his unwavering hold on your body.

“I want you to watch me as I teach your body how to take me…how to pleasure me…how to make me cum.” He breathes heavily against you, barely pulling out before snapping his hips back against you. You cry out his name into the night air, fogging up the mirror further as he quickly sets a pace that makes you see stars. You have no control over your reaction to him, nor to the way he seems to coax pleasure from your body. With each drag of his thick cock against your tight walls, you remember the sliver of hope he offered you all those hours ago, one that was similar in nature to the look he was giving you now.

“Fuck…I’m going teach you how to be obedient, even- kriff, even if it’s the last thing I do.” His words become less dangerous and more affectionate, and it finally settles in why he’s been so angry with you ever since you saved him and his brother.

He truly thought you were of more value than him.

The idea that Wolffe sees himself this way brings tears to your eyes, and you don’t have time to dwell on anything but this sad sentiment before you’re openly crying in his arms.

Wolffe is too far gone to notice when you start crying, constantly biting into your flesh to prevent himself from dragging you to the ground and mounting you like an animal. He fucks you harder, thrusting his hips against you the more you clench around him and bring him closer to the edge. It’s only when you sob that he realizes you’re practically breaking down in his arms, and he stops instantly, letting go of your neck and almost pulling out of you.

Then your hand snaps to his wrist and pulls it back to your neck, and Wolffe is unsure of what he’s meant to do. You shake your head at him, quickly wiping away the tears with the back of your arm before returning your hands to the mirror in front of you.

“Please, make me yours.” You hope he understands what you’re trying to say because you’re not sure if your mind will manage to come up with another coherent sentence if he asked you to elaborate. He stares at you for a while, gauging your reaction to his touches as he massages your back and your sides, studying you to be certain of your desires for him. When he finds your gaze unwavering, the beautiful pout on your lips begging for his lips, he slowly drags his hand down your body until they reach the back of your thighs.

With immense ease, he takes hold of your thigh and pushes it higher, until you’re resting your knee against the sink as well. Your entire upper body is bent now, nearly pushing against the mirror, and Wolffe clenches his jaw tightly before he leans into your space once more, sending his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt.

“Sir, yes sir.” He whispers his response as he widens his stance and grabs both of your hips, fucking up into you with harsh, deep thrusts until you could no longer keep your voice down.

You somehow manage to keep your eyes on him through the mirror, wanting to give him whatever he wants so he could keep fucking you. There’s a rush of vulnerability that fills your lungs, and you realize it’s a mixture of both of your feelings when you notice the way Wolffe’s features shift from anger to hurt.

If he knows you understand why he’s behaving this way, he mentions nothing of it, instead choosing to shove his cock harder into you until the only thing you can focus on is the perfect way he continues to fill you with his dick. You can feel every twitch and every vein on his cock dragging deliciously across your tight, wet walls and consistently hitting that small spot that makes you scream in sheer agony.

“Mine. You’re fucking mine, mesh’la. You hear that?” Wolffe asks, not really expecting you to respond to his question.

“Yes, ‘m yours…‘m all yours Commander.” You cry in ecstasy as he tightens his hold around your waist, surely leaving bruises there for you to trace in the days to come.

“My perfect fucking Jetii’ika, taking my cock like a good girl.” He manages to return his gaze to you now, knowing that he hasn’t imagined you telling him that you were his.

“Fuck…ahh fuck, are you close? Please cyar’ika, tell me you’re close. Tell me you’re going to cum on my cock.” Gone is the menacing, commanding Clone Commander, and you rest your forehead on the mirror briefly before you pull away and look into his eyes again.

“Not- not until you cum first.” You respond with a whimper, the raw emotion behind your words sending Wolffe into a state of shameless craving, a need to make you belong to him. He leans over you, wincing lightly when you hiss at the cold, plastoid of his armor as it digs into your skin. Wrapping his arm around your body and neck one last time, he turns your head to the side until your lips are near his own, and without wasting another second, he kisses the corner of your lips and whispers one last order for you to follow.

“Cum for me General, cum for your Commander.”

“Yes sir.”

He molds his lips with your own as soon as you respond, swallowing down your moans of pleasure as he pushes his cock one last time into your cunt and fills you with his seed. You shake violently in his arms as you feel the heat of his cum rush into you, painting your walls with hot strings of his pleasure just as he reaches down and flicks your clit with his fingers. You nearly topple over, but Wolffe doesn’t give you a chance to part from him, shifting your neck so he can keep kissing you while he pulls an orgasm out of your abused body. He grunts and bites into your lower lip, grinding his hips against you until you’ve milked him dry, but he doesn’t stop there, continuing to rub your oversensitive clit until you force his cock out of your cunt and fall into blinding pleasure. You break from him then, falling against the mirror as he doesn’t slow down and elongates your climax. Only when you scream and plead for him to stop does he finally remove his hand from your wet folds, resting his entire weight on top of your own as he mirrors your actions and attempts to catch his breath.

Neither of you say anything for a while, and even though Wolffe had just fucked you within an inch of your life, you can’t find it in yourself to look him in the eyes, the previous shyness you’ve held whenever he’s around returning a thousandfold.

Once again, Wolffe mistakes your timidity for fear, and he loosens the hold he has on your neck instantly, rubbing your skin to soothe away whatever he’s done to you. You can feel his Force signature shift once again, and you’d tell him later that, for someone who prided himself in keeping his emotions under check, he wore his heart on his sleeves.

“I’m okay Wolffe, I swear.” You whisper into the silent air between the two of you, waiting until he begins to touch you again with more familiarity before speaking again.

“I didn’t know, but…I’m not sorry for what I did.”

It’s probably not what he expects to hear from you, and the reluctant demeanor turns into fiery irritation once again when you meet his eyes through the mirror and he sees that you meant your words.

“How could you say that?” He asks, not knowing how else he should respond to your confession.

“Because the thought of you dying scares me to death, and…and I will never value my life more important than your own.” You tell him, matter of factly, hoping that he wouldn’t question your feelings any further.

“You can’t think like that, General.” Wolffe frowns, sighing heavily as he takes a few steps back and rests against one of the stalls. You mirror his expression and slowly lower your leg to the floor, wincing slightly when a sharp pain shoots across your body and nearly forces you to the ground.

Wolffe is right behind you in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and turning you around slowly in his arms before pushing you up to sit on the sink. He begins to move away, already regretting everything he’s just done now that he knows how much he hurt you. You don’t let him get too far though, dragging him by his wrist until his arms were framing your body once more.

“You’re not being fair Wolffe. You- you can’t expect me to not fear for your life the way you do mine. I- I can’t think less of you…I won’t. You have to understand that.” You cup his neck until he looks at you, and it takes too long for his Force signature to finally ebb down again. Only then do you feel confident enough to lean into him and take his lips in a chaste kiss, one that doesn’t remain soft for too long because in the blink of an eye, Wolffe is hugging you tightly and bringing you flush against him. You spend the next few minutes stealing each others’ breath away, and when you’re satisfied enough with his recognition of your emotions, you let go of him and fall back to rest against the mirror.

A moment later, Wolffe begins to chuckle and digs his nails into your skin as he explores your body. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and watch as he takes in your nearly nude form. There’s a sentiment forming on your lips, one that you knew would shift your relationship with him further, but you get the sense that it wouldn’t be the right time to say it now, mostly because of what it would entail should he say it in return.

“Looks like we still have to work on your obedience, sweetheart.” You know he’s joking, but the way he looks at you now lets you know that there was some truth behind those words.

“Whatever you say Commander.” You try to shift closer to him but Wolffe distracts you with a rough swipe of his fingers against the mess in between your thighs. Before you can ask him to slow down, Wolffe grips the edge of your panties tightly and rips them from your body, leaving you as shocked and embarrassed as when he first walked into the refresher.

“What- how am I supposed to leave now?” You ask, only to cease to breathe when he brings the ruined material to his nose and takes a long whiff of your mixed scents.

“With all due respect sir, I never promised you’ll be leaving with your dignity tonight.” He laughs as he shoves the fabric into his pocket and puts his slowly hardening cock back into his blacks. You watch as he reaches for the codpiece and latches it onto his armor again, moving to the side to fix his hair and right himself before he hands you your clothes.

He’s as good as new in the span of a few minutes, and you hate how ruined you look when you jump off the sink and turn around to look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your neck is littered with love bites, ones you knew would be visible even when you wore all of your robes.

Pulling your pants back up, you shift uncomfortably when you feel Wolffe’s cum slide down your thighs and make an even bigger mess inside your pants. You shake your head when you glance to the side and watch Wolffe eye you down hungrily, as if he hasn’t just fucked your brains out.

“I’ll have you know, I could write you up for insubordination…Commander.” You tease him as he hands you your shirt with feigned innocence, all the while dragging his eyes across your body until your skin erupts with goosebumps. You fix yourself to the best of your abilities, throwing your outer robes slightly higher around your neck so no one outside knows what you just did.

Assuming they didn’t hear you scream his name a thousand times already.

“That’s a little inaccurate, sir.” Wolffe remarks as he unhooks your lightsaber from around his belt and stands behind you again, not moving a muscle until you rest your head against his shoulder and surrender to the sensation of his lips around your neck again.

“Oh yeah, h-how so?”

Wolffe chuckles, and you can almost feel the smirk on his handsome features as he continues to shower your flushed skin with kisses.

“I wasn’t the insubordinate one here…General.” Whereas you heard the growl before, you can feel it rumble against your back now, and you thank the maker that he was standing behind you because you’re sure you would have fallen to your knees if he wasn’t.

“Hmm.”

“If you really want to write me up for insubordination, sir…perhaps we can take this somewhere else.” Wolffe traces the length of your neck with his tongue, bringing his arms around your body and cupping both of your breasts in his larger hands to pull you closer to him.

“And where- oh Force help me, where do you recommend we g-go?” You arch your back into him, throwing your hands back and tugging on his curly locks while he continues to teach your body how to recognize his touch.

“Well, we can go back to yours…not much privacy though.”

“No…not- not enough privacy.” You repeat his words, shivering with embarrassment when he laughs at how easily he has you wrapped around his fingers.

“Or, we can go back to mine.” Wolffe suggests, sucking another red mark on the skin just below your jaw, not caring for how hard it will be to cover up.

“But…but what if the boys are there?” Your mind is coherent enough to understand the dangers behind getting caught, but your question only makes Wolffe harder, the prospect of his men seeing you beneath him as he fucked you into kingdom come making him wish he didn’t have such nasty thoughts of you.

“I’m a Commander, cyar’ika. I get to have my own quarters…besides, if I tell the boys they saw nothing, then they saw nothing.” He shrugs his shoulders when you open your eyes and look at his reflection in the mirror. This up close, Wolffe looks more relaxed and content, perhaps even a little younger. You can’t believe how different he appears now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, mostly because of how delicious those whispered promises sounded to your ears.

“You’re wrong, Wolffe.” You respond to him and watch as his eyebrows furrow at your words. Before he can misunderstand you, you turn around and throw your arms around his shoulders, leaning up on your tiptoes until the two of you are breathing the same air.

“You’re not just a Commander, you’re my Commander.”

The smile Wolffe graces you with will be etched in your mind until the end of the universe, and he hums at you approvingle before grabbing your neck and sealing the night in another heated kiss.

“Damn right I am.”

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