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tempting-andromeda · 9 months

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More nsfw headcanons because I can

Warning: NSFW, choking?, bondage, pinning, power play, crying, marks?, knife play, temperature play, drunk sex, humiliation, hair pulling, idk what else

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Send in requests if you want to see specific characters or if you want me to add characters to the list !

Arthur Morgan

He has a thing for shoving his fingers on your mouth. It’s like a good way to rile him up. If you kiss his fingers and slowly put one in your mouth he watches you in awe.

Insists he doesn’t want you to go down on him but when you do he lets out the most animalistic moans and says the dirtiest shit ever

Whenever you moan sometimes he’ll respond with “yeah?” In the most seductive voice

He likes when you wear his clothing while you ride. Like wearing his signature blue shirt or his cowboy hat??? Drives him absolutely wild

Sometimes he tries to humor you by being submissive but after a while he takes control and uses your own words against you. He’s a huge tease about it

John Marston

Cannot stay still for the life of him. If you tie his hands down he’s using his hips. He refuses to stay still and it becomes a yoi problem once he’s free

He grabs everything. Thighs, ass, chest, sheets. He always has a handful of something whenever y’all are fucking.

Whenever he’s in control he likes to copy your moans and cries. He’ll be like “yeah? Yeah? What ya screaming my name for?” While he pounds into you

He’s the worst at serious sex. He always says something weird or awkward during it like “you want the marston special?” And if you bring it up he’ll be so bratty about it

Likes to pin you down. Even if he’s not being rough. He’ll hold your hips down or hands down while he kisses your neck.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He draws out everything. Like he’ll sit between your legs running a finger up and down your thighs while you beg and he’ll just whisper dirty things in your ear

kinda likes when you disobey him and he gets to spank you to make you “good” it riles him up so much

Sometimes he doesn’t do any work and he’ll just make you sit on his lap and ride him. Like he touches you but he won’t move his hips because he likes how desperate you get for him to take over.

Eye contact is a must. He’ll place soft bites on your wrist and ankles while making eye contact the whole time.

He likes to make you cry. Not the type of crying from when he’s mean but he likes when you get so overstimulated you cry.

Charles Smith

Loves to be the one to undress you. If you’re taking of your shirt he’s hands are quick to replace it and he insist he does it instead.

He cannot do quickies. He has to have you for over an hour and he makes sure it’s worth it.

Absolutely worships you. He can spend an hour just kissing you. It’s the worst and the best at the same time.

He likes when you leave marks on him. Like scratch marks, indents from your nails, bite marks, hickeys. It makes him feel so proud and he can’t take his mind off you when he sees them.

Likes to indulge in your kinks. he’s probably not the kinkiest but if you ask him to try out something he’s willing to and he usually does his best.

Javier Escuella

He likes to tell you what to do. He’ll tell you to flip over or to spread your legs and every time you obey him he gets even more turned on.

Loves to tease. He’ll tease you for hours, gently rubbing your thighs while you sit by the campfire, letting you sit in his lap while he lets you feel him harden under you, roughly grabs your hips while he slides behind you

Even though he likes to tell you what to do he loves when you tell him where to cum. He gets so eager.

He loves to stay in you after he finishes. Even if you asked him to finish somewhere else he’ll push himself back into you just to feel you.

Idk why I feel like he’s into temperature play. Like letting his knife get warm over a candle and then dragging the flat side over your skin.

Sean MacGuire

If you initiate intimacy he’s crumbling. He has the most active sex drive ever. Seeing you exist is a turn on for him so if you initiate it hes drooling over you.

Once he spilt his drink on you while y’all snuck off to have a quickie at a bar and now he’s addicted to drinking whiskey off of your skin.

He’s either real slow with foreplay, spreading your legs and putting you on full display for him or he’s super eager, bitting and pulling your clothes off.

He whines when y’all fuck but he refuses to admit that. He always says he groans like a man but in the moment he whimpers and whines in your ear.

Sometimes when he’s too excited he cums too fast and continues like it never happened. Like he’ll take a moment to catch his breath and then he’s back at it.

Lenny Summers

It’s rare he’s rough but sometimes he’s asks if he can “let loose” with you and it’s rough. His hands are gripping onto you and he’s just growling and grunting

Constantly pushes your hair out of your face to see you because he likes seeing your reactions. It gives him a huge confidence boost.

He likes for sex to be slow and sensual to make it more intimate but sometimes he gets too into it and he’ll press gentle kisses to the shell of your ear while he says stuff like “I promise next time I’ll be gentle”

His favorite position is missionary. It’s nearly impossible for him to stay in any other for long. Y’all can start with like cowgirl or doggy but as soon as he gets into it he flips you into missionary.

Sometimes he’ll beg but he always begs for something you’re already doing or he’ll just beg for you not to stop.

Kieran Duffy

His chest is so sensitive. If you even place your hands on his chest to brace yourself or just to pat his chest casually he’s holding back a whimper.

Gets so embarrassed when he’s turned on he doesn’t try to initiate it like others do he just slowly grinds himself against you.

He loves to bite the back of your neck when he’s behind you. He’ll slide his arms over your chest or waist and kinda nuzzle himself against your neck and just slowly bite your neck

Sometimes he doesn’t even take his pants off completely he’s so eager to have you. Like he’s able to pull himself out of his pants but they’re barely half way down his thighs (you usually have to take them all the way off)

He can barely make out anything when y’all are intimate. He’s just a whining mess. If he even gets anything out it’s probably him begging for something

Micah Bell

He LOVES embarrassing you. Like he’ll cover you in hickeys or not properly clean you up and make you walk around camp.

He makes you give him head while he’s busy. He likes the idea of you being a personal toy for him.

Doesn’t like when you’re automatically submissive. He thinks it takes all the fun out of it. He likes when you try to act all bratty.

He’s probably the most rough out of everyone but he doesn’t have an occasional gentle streak that he uses as a “treat” for you.

He gets too jealous sometimes so he asks you questions and makes you yell out his name like “so who’s fucking you like this tonight, whore? Me or him?”

Eagle Flies

Loves when his hair is pulled. It drives him crazy. the smallest tug makes him moan so loud.

No matter what position he needs to be close to you. His hands need to be on you and he needs to be able to kiss you, anywhere

He will say the most forward shit out of nowhere. Like he’ll have you in the most obscene position and he’ll say something like “wanna marry you one day.” Out of the blue

He whimpers when he’s about to finish. He’s not ashamed about it either.

Sex is one of his favorite ways to relieve stress but he makes sure you also feel good so he gives the best aftercare afterwards so you know he’s truly grateful

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cowboyfromh3ll · 7 months

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Hi!

After reading your Eagle Flies fic i was wondering if you could do some more😅

Maybe a fic where the reader is in the gang and they see each other for the first time when Eagle Flies comes seeking Dutch’s help with the horses and it’s basically love at first sight so after they finish helping them they meet somewhere and do the deed because the attraction is too much😏

Thank you so much! 🫶🏻

Every Man Gets His Wish

(Eagle Flies x Fem!Reader Smut)

I got midterms this week and I'm somehow finding the time to write

Warnings: just smut

You had not been content in a long time. Being holed up in a cave was not on your bucket list. It felt as though it were an admission of your status as a criminal, as well as the others. Your misery was akin to what you felt like in Colter, though you often wondered if your life had somehow been better back when you were still stuck in the unforgiving cold of the mountains.

Yet something about the damp, cool air of Beaver Hollow was strangely reminiscent of your time then. An ominous vapor seemed to pool on the campgrounds, seeping round corners and fogging your vision. The thick atmosphere of your new ‘home’ felt like malevolent hands circling around your neck and sliding down your collarbone, where the crisp air cut deeper than any knife. You could not remember the last time you enjoyed yourself. You could no longer ask someone to play poker or dominoes with you without feeling strangely guilty for wanting to enjoy yourself. Conversations with the camp girls were hushed in tone, and there was an anxious layer beneath your words, as you all wanted to avoid pointing out the obvious. There was a visible rift in camp that you were too scared to acknowledge out loud, and whenever someone like Pearson would openly speak about the hopelessness of the situation, you felt a strange and unwelcome feeling in your gut.

You could not focus as you stared off into the dense forests surrounding the camp, shotgun in hand. The sound of wind blowing through the trees highlighted the somber tone you felt. A part of you wished you could be anywhere else but here; but you had nowhere to go. You closed your bleary eyes and felt the world continue to move past you, and you felt strangely comforted by this.

“Excuse me, (Name).”

It was Charles, and the firm gentleness of his voice tore down your moment of hazy tranquility. You opened your eyes and blinked away the brightness of sunshine that cast on your face through tree leaves, adjusting your gaze, and beholding the love of your life.

Besides Charles stood a man of dark complexion, his firm and sharp features framed by soft-looking, wispy black hair; a singular braid down his face. You could tell he held himself with pride, and the seriousness in his features suggested he wasn’t here for pleasure, rather business (Much to your dismay).

“Oh, hello there. Who’s this?” You asked Charles, unable to look the other man directly in the eyes.

“This is Eagle Flies, from the Wapiti Tribe. He’s come to ask us for help, regarding some… horses.” There was reluctance in the way Charles mentioned the horses. As if he were in disbelief that that was the reason behind all this.

“Pleasure to meet you, uh, what was it again?”

“(Name). And the pleasure’s all mine.”

Eagle Flies held his hand out towards you to shake, to which you looked at him hesitantly, before taking it. The tension between the two of you was palpable. His grip was warm and languid. You briefly slid your fingers over his rough palm as you let go, letting your fingertips dance as you gauged his reaction to your strangely intimate and decisive gesture. Yet you found yourself shocked to see him do the same to you, if for a moment, by allowing your fingertips to linger together for a second longer as you departed your hand.

“We’re just going to go talk to Dutch, he’s this way.” Charles led Eagle Flies past you, and you tailed them soon after, it was customary to keep an eye on new arrivals in the camp after all. In the few precious seconds there were before you all arrived at Dutch’s tent, both you and Eagle Flies exchanged wanting smiles with one another, and you felt excitement bubble within you like a school girl struck with puppy love. This was perhaps the most roused you had been in a long time.

Dutch had dismissed you as soon as he was introduced to Eagle Flies, and as such, you moved away from the group and kept your distance. But still close enough to where you could listen in on what they were discussing. The sudden change in Eagle Flies’ demeanor was jarring. Your bathetic moment of tension was replaced by his self-gratifying maundering. He spoke of horses and his tribe, of starvation and the military. His passion seeped through his every word.

And at this moment, you found his liveliness to be refreshing. Not just refreshing in the way that he was something new and unwonted.

But he was raw.

How many nights had you laid in your tent, parched beyond belief of any excitement and feverishness, incapable of being quenched by the mundane monotony of your everyday life, dreaming of something or someone as decisive and emotionally rousing as Eagle Flies. And though you had only experienced fleeting relief by him, you were hooked.

Your eyes traced his figure, up and down. He was lean, but he was muscular, and you could tell even through his baggy clothes. His arms were decorated with prominent veins and small scars that you’d love to trace and rub. His stature was tall and proud, and you’d love to see how easily you could make him fold.

As if he felt you staring at him, he looked over at you once again, flashing a coquettish smile. Before you could return an equally suggestive look, he was off with Arthur, Dutch, and Charles. You followed behind them once again, frantically asking where they were off to. Dutch and Eagle Flies were on their horses before the other two, bespeaking of their fervor for whatever they were off to do.

“Dutch insists we help Eagle Flies retrieve his tribe's horses.” Charles explained.

“I don’t understand, we can always just get them more horses.” Arthur whispered harshly. You nodded in understanding, looking far more concerned than you truly should’ve been.

“I told Eagle Flies’ father I would not involve myself in this conflict. Really, we’re just going to make sure they don’t get killed.” Charles added begrudgingly. His exasperation was clear as he shook his head and looked off in Dutch’s direction, disdained.

“You boys, be safe, please.” Part of your statement sounded pleading, desperate. For their safety of course, but also for Eagle Flies’ safety. It’d be a shame to have a fine young man such as him be harmed, killed even.

With that, they departed from camp, and would not be seen for a few hours.

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Eventually, Arthur and Charles made their presence known in camp, and you greeted them with relief and excitement. They explained Dutch and Eagle Flies had gone off to deliver the horses at the reservation, and that he’d return shortly after. As for Eagle Flies whereabouts after the matter, you weren’t sure. And you knew it wasn’t wise to go looking for him. One, because you just met the guy. And second, because you weren’t sure what you’d do if you did find him. There wasn’t much in terms of emotional connection between the two of you, but there was a carnal allurement that was undeniable.

After bidding Arthur and Charles goodbye and goodnight, you returned to your post as watchman. You began staring off into the impenetrable woods once again, unable to focus and keep your bawdy thoughts at bay. You felt a clenching feeling between your legs, and you began shifting and rubbing your thighs together in your standing position to try and alleviate the pressure building.

In your sexually charged stupor, you barely took notice of the dark silhouette approaching through the pitch black greenness. Your thoughts were crudely interrupted by a twig snapping, and as if it were second nature, you raised your shotgun and pointed it at whatever or whoever was standing there. Your finger ghosted the trigger as you awaited for the culprit to make themselves known, and much to your surprise, it was Eagle Flies.

“(Name).”

“What are you doing here?” You asked bluntly, lowering the gun to your side. You looked behind you at camp, wondering if anyone was watching you two. You also looked behind him, squinting your eyes in the darkness.

“I didn’t come with anyone. I’m alone.” He reassured. He smiled at you once again, but this time it was more sincere, and not incited by desire. He approached you swiftly, and you allowed him. His proximity to you now was so close you could feel heat emanating from him, and you stared at his chest before craning your neck to look up at him. The tension was unmistakable once again, and you somehow found yourself drawing impossibly closer to him. Despite the bubbling apprehensiveness in his throat, he still found a way to speak to you.

“I wanted to come see you…” Suddenly, he found himself struggling to put together a sentence. “You’re so beautiful and…” His hands shakily came up to your sides and hovered on the curves of your hips, as if waiting for permission. You looked behind you once again, before turning around and leaning up towards him, connecting your lips and nudging his mouth open. His mouth tasted delicately salty, like tears. You reached over to touch Eagle Flies’ face, and he allowed himself to be touched. The contact felt good. And after a moment of hesitation he began kissing back clumsily, suggesting inexperience and nerves. He’d been quite bold in coming all this way to see you, but now that he was getting what he came for, he was mortified. When you felt his rigidness, you felt terribly compassionate for him. You were both quite young and he was strung up in circumstances that disallowed him to enjoy lives’ more carnal pleasures. You wanted to show him a gesture of benevolence, something that might make him feel as good as he was young.

You pushed away shortly after and studied his face. He looked dumbfounded, completely wrapped around your finger at that point.

"Why did you stop?" He asked with a pout, now a mixture of nerves and insatiable excitement. You found it incredibly cute.

"I just can't believe you came all this way to get your rocks off." You teased, a hand resting on his left pectoral. He looks around in embarrassment, unable to hide his burning face. More confidently this time, he wrapped his arms behind your back and leaned down.

"Couldn't help myself." He closed the distance between your lips, and your tender kiss from before contrasted the primal desperation in this kiss. It was now that the two of you couldn't keep your hands away from each other, body's fitting together perfectly. The two of you resorted to groping each other ineptly, kissing each other with sloppy wet mouths. The swapping of saliva was loud and wanton as tongues slid against one another. His tongue grazed your palate as he took fistfuls of your ass into his hands. He shuddered in unrestrained pleasure when he felt your soft breasts through your chemise in his palms, taking a moment to knead the flesh gently before squeezing. With shaky hands, he took a hold of your chemise, tugging experimentally at the fabric before yanking it fully over your head. He nearly drooled at the sight of your breasts, your nipples becoming hard when the cool air of the camp surrounded them. He slowly moved his hands towards your breasts, pulling and squeezing your pebbled nipples before cupping your breasts and pushing them together.

His excitement was almost juvenile, as if he were a teenager getting his first lay with a girl. You moaned into his mouth, half pain and half pleasured surprise by how rough he was. Without breaking your heated kiss, the two of you backed deeper into the woods against a tree. The sound of clothes rustling and needy mouths panting pierced the silence in the woods. His twitching cock chafed against his dress pants and became uncomfortable. He sucked on your swollen bottom lip before capturing you in another messy wet kiss. He excitedly took your wrist and moved it down his torso (partially so you could feel his abs) and let your hand rest on his erection, waiting expectantly for you to do something.

You giggled in between clumsy kisses, squeezing the bulge and ripping a moan from him. It was amazing to you how little it took to have him this loud. You rubbed him leisurely through his pants, giving the occasional squeeze. Two of his fingers were inside the cotton of your bloomers, resting there with questioning. You gave his cock a particularly hard squeeze that encouraged his hand to traverse further, brushing through thick curls before sliding his finger down your vulva and to your sticky, warm folds. You sobbed in excitement, his tongue already tracing a wet path down your neck and chest. You swore you could hear his rapid heart beat; his shaky breaths that could be described as uneasy.

Your hands were unfastening Eagle Flies’ pants and tugging them open, freeing his weeping cock. He was painfully hard, and it was his turn to sob again at feeling your lithe hands caress him. His hand remained in your bloomers in vain, as he was too engrossed in the feeling of you stroking him (And given his inexperience, he wasn’t too sure what to do).

Your steady rhythm showed skill that was born out of practice. And good practice it was, because he had thrown his head back and was whining. To his surprise, you had gotten down on your knees before him, continuing to stroke him next to your face. He knew what you intended to do, and he was sure as hell going to enjoy it.

“Ever had your cock sucked?” You asked venereally. He shook his head no, and you noticed how his breath hitched everytime you ghosted your lips on his tip.

“Good.” You smiled, before spitting on his cock. You spread the saliva over his tip, mixing it with his pre cum and slathering his cock with wetness. He did not even attempt to stifle his moans, and he went slack jawed when your plump lips enveloped his tip, sucking gently and delicately. Instinctively, his hand raked through your hair and gripped your roots, forcing your head down further. Normally you would’ve scoffed at his inconsiderateness, but you couldn’t blame him. It was his first blowjob after all.

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head, attempting to set your own rhythm against Eagle Flies’ forceful one. Eventually, you simply allowed him to take lead, swallowing around him when you felt the beginning of a gag. The slurps and wet choking sounds were music to his ears, and it only spurred him on. He began cursing under his breath and bunched your hair into a ponytail, tugging and pushing harshly when he felt like it. Feeling your warm wet tongue caress his cock had him weak in the knees. As for your knees, they were sore and uncomfortable. The hard dirt floor of the woods was not kind to your bare skin as twigs and pebbles dug into tender knees. You were also at the point of choking and gagging constantly around Eagle Flies, overproducing an absurd amount of saliva to help your sore mouth. But despite the discomfort of having his cock shoved down your throat, you actually quite enjoyed being handled so roughly.

Without warning, hot thick ropes of cum shot down your throat and flooded your mouth, but the downright adorable whimpers he let out made up for it all tenfold. His body shuddered in pleasure as he deposited himself into your throat, and he sore he could pass out from overstimulation when you slowly pulled your head off of him with a pop.

“Holy shit…” He panted, watching through bleary eyes as you stood up. You wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, cleaning up any remaining cum and saliva, inelegantly wiping it off on your bloomers. He leaned his weight on the tree behind him, unable to support himself fully. He was still in the midst of recovery when you stepped forward and began unbuttoning his shirt, becoming restless half way through the tedious task and yanking open the rest of his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise, too taken aback to react immediately.

“Oh I’m loving what I’m seeing.” You purred, feeling up his abs before tracing your hand down his happy trail. You roughly took a hold of his cock, causing him to yelp. You leaned up to him, speaking in a whisper as you squeezed the base of his cock impossibly tight.

“I’m gonna teach you how to pleasure a lady. Now get down on your knees, boy.”

He kneeled in blind obedience, shuffling to the side to allow you space to lean against the tree. You stroked his hair and cooed at him when he gripped the back of your thighs. Deciding to finally do something for you, he began tracing open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, stopping right before your clothed cunt. Your pussy throbbed painfully at this point, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face in there already.

“Yeah, just like that.” You praised, stroking a hand through his hair. You scratched his scalp and watched the way his eyes slid closed, signifying just how good it felt.

“Now, remove my bloomers.” You commanded, and he quickly followed your orders. The crisp air hit your core, and you whimpered when you felt the cool wetness of your pussy. Eagle Flies saw your thick curls for himself, and you allowed him the luxury of getting a better view by throwing your leg over his shoulder. You jut your hips towards his face, smirking excitedly. He looked from your core to you and back, looking so cute you wanted to make him cry tears of pleasure.

“Take your thumbs and spread my cunt apart.” You commanded. Unlike his shakiness from earlier, he all too enthusiastically parted your folds, revealing a rose of wetness. You used your own hand to find your clit and tapped, guiding one of his hands onto it after. The pad of his calloused finger met your clit and you jerked your hips, nodding your head hurriedly. He began circling his finger slowly, testing to see what pace and rhythm you did and didn’t like. And eventually, much like he had done to you, you took ahold of his hair and shoved his face into your cunt. He knew at once to suck on your clit, almost sucking a little too harshly. He would occasionally flick his tongue out before laying it flat, circling the bud playfully, even giving open mouthed kisses that would transition back into him sucking.

You could not contain your squeals and moans, continuing to shove his face in deeper. His nose brushed against curls, mouth molding fully into you. Yet he absolutely loved the feeling of suffocating on your pussy, unable to suck in a full breath because he was too preoccupied with eating you out. Your slick ran down your inner thighs, which he would collect with his fingers before rubbing your clit with it furiously. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, but you weren’t quite there yet.

At once, you ordered him to stand, and he already knew what came next. You let your bloomers pool at your feet before kicking them off to the side. In a moment of wordless communication, you lifted your leg to his hip and he knew to lift it, before taking a hold of your other knee and picking you up fully. His hands cupped your ass as you wrapped your legs around him, and he couldn’t help but get in a few squeezes. His strength was impressive, and you swore you got wetter at the sight of his biceps flexing.

You wrapped one arm around his neck and moved the other down, grasping his cock and lining it up with your pussy. His chest rumbled when it slid against your entrance, unable to fathom how wet and sloppy everything was. Slowly, he pushed in, choking on a moan in the process. You sighed before burying your head in his shoulder, finding comfort in his cool, damp skin.

His eyes were blown wide with lust, and he dug his fingers into your ass as he prepared to thrust into you. His feet planted firmly into the ground when he began moving your hips, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside your velvety and slick walls. He grit his teeth as he began an unsteady pace, his hips stuttering from the pleasure. He moved your hips in time to meet his thrusts, and his pace could only be described as desperate. He panted and moaned into the open air, while your own screams were muffled by his shoulder.

The burning stretch of having your pussy carved out was breathtaking, especially given how wet you were. Not to mention it was being done by this fine man. The unmistakable plap of your pussy being pounded would be hard to miss by any gang members who were awake, and you were sure to get shit for it the next morning from anyone who did hear. But you couldn’t care less. You were being fucked hard and good by Eagle Flies.

Eagle Flies sucked in ragged breaths next to your ear, adding to your senses being flooded. The salty taste of sweat on his shoulder as you began licking. The scent of earth mixing with the thick scent of sex. The feeling of sweaty skin on sweaty skin. Feeling his damp muscles and flexing abs. And especially the loud wet sounds of the sinful acts you were committing.

You came with a burning white flash, your vision clouding as you cried out in pure bliss. Eagle Flies began to growl and shudder, which you understood as him being close. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out, and you felt his wet cock on your ass. He hurriedly fisted his cock with one hand before shooting his cum onto the earth beneath you.

The two of you came down from your highs, and he set you down gently on the floor (Somewhere where you wouldn’t step on his cum). Despite being exhausted, he still held the same excitement and giddiness from earlier. He was, in a way, proud of himself, for having come all this way and getting what he wanted. Seems it paid off.

He helped you get dressed, even going as far as to gather your chemise from near the camp entrance. The whole time, he had that blissfully dazed smile that you found endearing.

“So uh…” He began, but you already knew the rest of that sentence.

“You did good.” You responded, dusting off your top, to which he nodded happily.

“Guess it really was worth coming all this way huh?" He joked, attempting to button his shirt back up but finding a few of them missing. You humored him with a laugh, but you truly did find it amusing, touching almost.

"I assume you'll be leaving now?" You asked, motioning towards the dark trail that led away from Beaver Hollow. He nodded, pursing his lips in dismay when he saw the darkness that lay ahead.

"Yeah…"

You giggled and crossed your arms, before leaning up to give him a kiss.

"Well, don't be afraid to come back, Mister Eagle Flies." You winked and picked up your weapon, beginning to walk away, but not without slapping his ass first.

And with that, he was off, bruised ego but giddy nonetheless. Paytah was gonna get an earful.

Went a little crazy with this one

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 x reader #van der linde gang x reader #red dead redemption community #writing #red dead fanfiction #eagle flies x reader smut #eagle flies smut #eagle flies #eagle flies x reader

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frozen-waters · 3 months

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eagle flies physical touch / cuddling hcs. just how he would be after a long day and in need of the warmth of physical contact w his lover. 🤍🤍🤍

okkkk bookie

Eagle Flies cuddling hcs

• you probably have to initiate it tbh. like it's easy to tell when hes irritated or just going through it but he won't really reach out.

• when he has a long day he lays face-down so if you're trying to cuddle you need to put your hand on his back first before you lay down next to him. then after that you gotta pry his arm up and bury yourself into his side

• after that you're not getting up. his grip is like a beartrap you're stuck there for the rest of the night

• he doesn't like talking on nights like that, if you try to ask him what's wrong he'll just mumble something and his grip on you will tighten

• he prefers to when you're both facing each other and he's able to bury his face in your neck while you rub his back, but he won't complain if you're sitting and he's able to just like. lean on you

• he prefers silence too (I already said that) but his heart does flutter a little bit if you start humming

• on other nights when you two cuddle he likes spooning and talks more and stays awake longer, but if he's had a long day he falls asleep faster

• always likes if you play with his hair a little bit

• he will also sometimes trace your spine if he has access to it

• stealing (not really stealing bc i asked for permission which you should always do) this one from @mayweneverdie but this is the time he lets you trace his scars. don't tell him you love him during this because he will cry.

• and if you do trace his scars once in a while he'll take your hand and kiss your palm and then rest his head on top of yours and then probably fall asleep

• and if for some reason you can't cuddle he likes if you massage his arms or shoulders

• or if he's already drifting off to sleep he likes if you just put your arm around him

#rdr2 #eagle flies x reader #eagle flies headcanons #eagle flies

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nutluvs · 2 months

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#rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fic #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #charles smith x reader #charles smith x you #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x you #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x you #eagle flies x reader #eagle flies x you #john marston x reader #john marson x you #nut's polls 🪻

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cowboaaaa · 4 months

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Enemies to lovers with eagle flies but it’s that one video of those boxers and the guy on top is trying to rub blood into his opponent eyes but it looks like they r about to kiss. Eagle flies is on top trying to rub it into your eyes

#eagle flies x reader #Eagle flies

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demiesworld · 8 months

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thinking about men overstimulating themselves

☆ — contents: minors dni, nsfw, smut, overstimulation (both m and f), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, dumbification, just the usual filth

☆ — notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns.

like you have both been going at it for hours already. you're in the bedroom he has your legs spread eagle, and your arms are anchored at your sides from him holding you down. his hips, god his strokes are so deep, and fast when they slap right against your skin. this man is abusing your pussy and is trying to make it go over it's limit. though it's not like he doesn't care he's just so fucked out, so drunk and so determined that he doesn't realize it. you look up at him, seeing his face flushed and jaw slack, his pretty eyes are barely even visible as there's nothing but white; he looks so hot. the upper rows of his teeth biting down on his bottom lip at the same time his hips are brutally snapping forward. the claps of his heavy balls accompanied by low grunts is an erotic vision that has your gummy walls tightening on his dick. then that tight knot that you've been chasing after for a while finally pops and your pussy is squirting all over his lower abdomen. spurts of your sweet juice wets his skin and makes a puddle on the bedsheets. "hmm! mm! fuuuck baby!" he grunts and groans out when you cum all over him. you're panting after you're easing down, and you're expecting for him to stop. he doesn't. instead he rocks his hips against yours slowly and he bites back a moan when your walls squeeze around him. "yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah, fuuuck," he lets go of your hands and cup your sweaty face in his hands. you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and let him tenderly grind his dick into your core. you arch your back up from the bed with your toes curling behind his back. your hand flies to the back of his head as you pull him in for a heated kiss. he's whimpering onto your lips, "i'm sorry baby, i can't- ha- i can't- hng- fuc-fucking stop." "it's ok-okay! don't stop, please!" "don't stop? my baby says don't stop?" you're nodding your head and whimper when he slides his cock out of your pussy. he turns you over on your side, then gets in between your thighs, straddling your bottom leg with your top leg laying over on one of his thighs. he holds onto the base of his length and slathers his tip with your wet juices. you toss your head back, a sensual moan pushes past your lips. "put it in daddy- oooh!" he's sliding his dick back into you and angling his hips so he could give you short and quick strokes. you chant his name like a prayer, clutching tightly onto his right shoulder as he pounds into your pussy from above. your back arches from the bed while you release out a squeak. you look into his eyes just as you cum again from him hitting your sweet spot. he slows down and gently grinds his hips into you as you ride out your orgasm this time. his hand gripping onto the flesh of your thigh and stroking the skin. he breathed, "so gooood, hmm, can't get e-fucking-nough!" he lifts your leg up and lets it hang over his shoulder. "fuck, oh shit, shit, what the fuck." he whispers in a ragged tone. his head looks down at where you're connected and the ring of creamy white that's on his shaft, and your puffy clit has him holding his breath. "so hot, oh god baby," he startles you by roughly jackhammering. your bodily mixtures of cum created a wet smacking sound from him thrusting. he tosses his head back and gasps dramatically as he feels his body tensing up and quickens his thrusts if possible. he's blabbering, "fuck, fuck, shit, yes, yes, just l-like t-thAT!" with the final thrust he slams into you hard and leans his weight onto your body. your pussy feels like it's stretched to its limit when he lays above you and shoots his hot seed deep into your womb. he's letting out soft hisses, low grunts, and sweet whimpers as he gingerly fucks his cum into your seeping cunt. "ah, ah, fuck th-that... tha-that felt go-good... how did you feel babe-baby?" "good... but i feel so sore..." "hehe sorry baby."

(jjk) GOJO, CHOSO, geto, (kny) AIZETSU, karaku, haganezuka, DOUMA, akaza (tokyo rev) ran, rindou, KAZUTORA, HANMA, IZANA, baji, SANZU, any of your favs!

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perlelune · 4 months

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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | viii.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

A wretched whimper flies from your mouth as Coriolanus’ hips buck into yours mercilessly. His balls squish into your ass with each of his deep, cruel thrusts. The bed rattles with his frenzied motions, the mattress squeaking beneath your bodies. To your utter despair, every time his cock grazes your sensitive spots, stars twinkle in your vision, your toes flexing and your mind blanking from maddening pleasure. It’s like he’s right at home in your cunt, your warm walls welcoming his thick girth with ease, your body keening in both agony and bliss.

Your head lolls against the soft pillows, your bound arms limp above you. You’re spread-eagled as he ruts into you, the thin, white nightgown bunched around your waist leaving you completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.

Your throat is raw from all the screaming and sobbing. Your body is sore and worn-out from Coriolanus’ rough handling. And your mind is numb with fear and pain, no thoughts wandering through it as you peer up at the ceiling.

His fingers travel to your tender bud, plucking at the sensitive place, drawing relentless patterns until you grow slick and hot, the room growing hazy around you. Your legs tense and tremble, liquid fire spreading through your body. Your eyes roll back, the air faltering in your lungs. The orgasm quakes through you, fast and hard, and your walls cling to Coriolanus’ cock in response. He purrs in delight. A wave of shame and horror sweeps through you.

Your own body will not stop betraying you. Coriolanus knows exactly which chords to strike to make you sing for him, the chill-inspiring symphony of your own voice warping in stolen bliss resonating in your ears.

You almost find yourself wishing he’d just use you and be done with it. Instead, he appears adamant to have you come around him as many times as possible.

If it could simply end…

But you’ve stopped hoping for that hours ago. Every plea spilling from your tongue is just an incentive for him to rain more hurt upon you. Each time you beg, the fingers around your throat squeeze more tightly. Every time you complain, his thrusts grow more animalistic.

It’s like he’s trying to fuck the fight out of you, push out every shred of willpower with his cock.

And perhaps he’s succeeded. Because as you lie beneath him, there is not an ounce of hope remaining inside you.

It’s not like Coriolanus will let you simply walk away after this, after he exerted so much effort to mark every inch of your flesh, after he ruined you for every other man, including your own fiancé.

His hips stutter as his pace slows, his cock dragging out of you sluggishly. The hand around your neck slackens, traveling to your chest to cup your breast.

His head falls into the crook of your neck as he nears his peak. You’ve learnt to recognize the signs now. His flushed cheeks. His hollow breaths. The way his thick lashes flutter right before he comes undone.

He thrusts inside you deeply one last time. Your eyes widen, your back arching as tingles dance through your core.

You and Coriolanus come apart together.

A throaty moan climbs up his throat. He spills inside you, like he’s done all night long. The sticky excess trickles down your thigh.

When he’s done, a heavy breath flows from his lips and tickles your neck. Still nestled in your wet heat, he trails soft kisses alongside your throat. You shudder. For some time, the blonde stays like this, seeming to bask in the feeling of your core fluttering around him, your skin flush against his, your soft breaths mingling with his. Eventually, he rises.

You lie unmoving on the sheets, feeling dead inside. You blink. There’s a lot more light in the room now, you realize.

The morning light illuminates his naked form, dancing over his bare muscles. His blonde locks glow like spun gold in the sunlight. Your stomach lurches.

How can someone this beautiful have such a hollow heart?

The muscles of his back ripple as he stretches his neck. He strolls to the closet and pulls out a crimson silk robe that he tosses on himself.

He circles back to the bed.

You tense when he bends over you, expecting the torment to start anew. Trembling, you close your eyes.

He unleashes a heavy sigh, the click of the handcuffs being unlocked reaching you.

“It’s alright, princess,” he says. You gasp, opening your eyes. He seizes your untied wrists, his thumbs sweeping over the swollen dents on your flesh. You flinch at his touch. His forehead creases. “I’m sorry it came to this. If only you hadn’t been so difficult.”

He leans to drop a tender kiss on your cheek. He strokes the crown of your head. Your hair is a matted mess. You must look a fright.

“I’ll have a bath drawn for you. It’ll make you feel better,” he chimes, your heart bouncing when he suddenly gets to his feet. He ties the silk belt of the robe to cover his nakedness and strides out of the room.

You note that he doesn’t lock it. Should you make a run for it, part of you faintly wonders.

Perhaps, you could try to rush down the stairs and reach the front door. Then what? Too many people stand between you and freedom. Even Tigris, who betrayed you. She’d send you right back to her cousin. Back for more punishment you doubt you’ll be able to withstand.

You bring your knees to your chest and huddle against the headboard.

William crosses your mind. What must he think? You sent him away, you avoided him. He must be so confused. Maybe he even hates you now. And your parents…They have to be wondering where you are by now. The thought of causing them any stress or worry makes your chest ache. They don’t deserve that, especially after what they’ve been through these last few months.

The door opens and several maids carrying pots enter the room. They empty steaming water into the clawfoot tub near the wall. They then scatter rose petals and a few drops of essential oils in the water. You observe them absently. Even from where you sit, the head-spinning smell of flowers and oils reaches you.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you announce to the maid.

She tosses you a skeptical look. “Master Coriolanus said-”

“Would you rather I soil myself like a child?” you snap, your tone more strident than you intended. Wide-eyed, you burst out an exhale. You don’t remember ever sounding this angry. But the emotion had been building for a while inside you. All the hurt, the ire is making your overwrought edges crack at the seams. And now, you’re overflowing.

You doubt you’ll ever be the same. Whoever you were before has forever been altered.

The maid stiffens. “No, miss.”

Your brows twitch when you climb off the bed, pain thrumming through your body.

The sticky sensation between your legs makes your insides clutch in horror.

You stagger through the bedroom, knees threatening to buckle with every shaky step.

The maid trails after you as you go outside. Stepping outside the room feels forbidden. You dread to find him hiding in a corner, ready to chastise you for wandering without his permission.

Even in the toilet, you hardly get any privacy, the maid lingering by the door the entire time. You feel self-conscious as you empty your bladder, the dripping of water awkwardly filling the silence. As soon as you get out, she leads you right back to the room.

Your heart jumps.

Coriolanus is back. He’s casually sitting on the bed, one knee bent, the silk robe barely covering his nakedness. The maid flushes hotly, a string of apology pouring from her mouth before she takes her leave. The door slams shut behind you and you tremble.

He approaches you, his strides smooth and his eyes on you sharp. He gauges your shivering form. Your lips tighten as you stand still, so dizzy with fear you feel as if you might pass out any minute. He tugs on the string of your nightgown. The sheer fabric loosens around your chest. He pulls down the sleeves. The material pools at your feet, leaving you completely exposed. Goosebumps erupt on your flesh, from the cool air or the intensity of his cobalt stare; you can’t say.

He hoists you in his arms. You don’t resist, falling limp in his embrace. He gingerly places you in the bathtub. Ribbons of steam float around you as you sink into the warm water.

The potent smell of the oils has your mind swirling.

He sheds his robe. Your breath is caged inside your lungs, fluttering like a bird struggling to get free, while you gape at him.

He climbs inside the tub. You freeze, stiff as a board when he settles behind you. His large body encases yours. His chest grazes your back. He pulls you against him and despite the warmth surrounding you, a chill travels through you.

His breath flows over your scalp.

“You’re not speaking to me.”

You let out a wry laugh. “What is there to say, Coriolanus?”

“No more Coryo?” His light, teasing inflection causes your hackles to rise. You recoil when his knuckles skim over your cheek.

“I know I said some bad things last night. I didn’t mean them, I was just so angry.” He pauses, placing his thumbs at the base of your neck. Sincerity vibrates in his tone as he continues. “The night of the party. I…I may have done some things, but it was because you confessed how you felt about me all these years. I guess you felt safe enough around me to admit it.”

Doubts creep inside you. That night is a blur, most of it an all too vivid nightmare you could only retrieve distorted glimpses of. Still, you remember doing shots and laughing with Coriolanus and his friends. Liquor made your tongue looser that night. And you may have shared certain secrets with him you wouldn’t have otherwise.

Perhaps there was even talk of a childhood crush many years ago.

Heat sneaks inside your cheeks.

“You’re remembering it now, aren’t you?” he hums, stroking your hair.

“Maybe…I don’t know…”

He chuckles softly. “You are.”

His damp locks brush against your cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist below the water.

“Then we got into that room.” All the hairs on your body stand on end. His voice lowers, whisper-soft. “I wasn’t planning to do anything at first but you looked so tempting and I couldn’t resist. I know it’s not right but I couldn’t stop myself, princess. I realized…I felt something for you too. Something I couldn’t fight or ignore.”

Your lip quakes. Confusion twirls in your mind with his words, a weakness you thought buried long ago unfurling within you. A younger you would have died if Coriolanus said such things before. You remember when you were little, hanging to every word spilling from his tongue, flustered every time his eyes would find yours in school.

Frowning, you’re yanked back to reality by the press of his pillowy lips on your neck.

Right. The picture of the beautiful boy with gilded locks and bright blue eyes slowly chars in your mind, curling and twisting until it’s a pile of smoking ashes.

Coriolanus isn’t a little boy anymore. And you’re not a little girl.

It’s time to grow up.

Your mouth tightens. “You hurt me.”

“Well, you hurt me too,” he instantly replies.

Water and petals ripple around you when you rapidly whirl in the tub.

“What?”

His fingers seize your chin, his heated gaze enthralling yours.

“The things you said about Sejanus. That was cruel.”

"I d-didn’t-” you stammer.

Coriolanus doesn’t let you finish, squeezing your jaw as you wince.

“He really was my friend. The only real one I ever had.” His eyes flicker, his voice trembling ever-so-slightly. “Perhaps not at first, but in the end…If you don’t believe me, believe this at least, princess. I wouldn’t be who I am without your brother. I owe him for that.” His thumb traces your shuddering mouth. “No one but me can understand the depth of your loss, princess. Not even William. I’ve seen how he is with you. He doesn’t see you. He doesn’t understand you, not in the way I do.”

He cups your cheeks, looming over you. “You’ve put on a happy front for him, haven’t you? Even if grief’s been eating you up inside. Every second of every day…right?”

You blink furiously, chest igniting as he speaks. Confused thoughts collide into each other in your head. His words ache, but not because of all the awful things he did…but because they ring somewhat true. You have lied to William. You have smiled, laughed and shoved away your pain in order to not push him away. He was your sunshine and you’ve been afraid your dark clouds would dim his glow. You’ve pretended, with him, and with everyone else.

Coriolanus is the first person you haven’t needed to wear a mask with, your scars and wounds always in full display around him. You could talk to him for hours, sharing stories and anecdotes about your brother without fear of judgment. You could confess how much it still hurt, how you weren’t sure you’d ever manage to stitch back the torn pieces of your heart, that it felt like a piece of you shriveled and died with him.

Your own parents wouldn’t hear any of it, too cloistered in denial.

“Coryo…”

When you try to turn away from him, he lifts your head so you’re forced to drown in a sea of dizzying blue.

“You’d never have to pretend with me,” he promises. You unleash a shaky exhale. You hate that he sounds sincere. Tears rush behind your eyes, hanging precariously beneath your lashes. Coriolanus plucks at them, gentle and meticulous in collecting each one that spills.

His deep voice comes out calm as he says matter-of-factly, “I think, when the time is right and you’ve gathered yourself, we should tell your parents.”

You gasp. “Tell my parents what?”

He smirks.

“About our engagement, of course.”

The blood drains from your body, all of it seeming to plummet to your feet.

“Are you crazy?” you whisper, shock snagging the air from your lungs.

His lips expand to a wolfish grin as he cradles your face.

“Come on, princess. Be reasonable.” His gaze travels along your naked frame. You tremble. “After all, what man will want you now?” He snickers. “Even your beloved William. Do you truly think he’ll want you back when I tell him all the filthy things I’ve done to you, and how you clenched around me every time, desperate for more?” Dread grips your chest, your face set ablaze by his arguments.

He tilts his head, his expression smug.

“I could have any girl I want, but I’ve chosen you. So really…I’m the one doing you a favor.”

Coriolanus studies you for a while before adding, “Besides, half the Capitol already knows about us.”

Shock trickles inside you. “I thought you said…”

He shrugs, smiling. “I know what I said but Clemensia…she could never keep her big mouth shut.” Your chin lowers. He bends over your ear to mumble, “How do you think that would look, princess? Parading around with another man when everyone knows you’ve been in my bed.” Your heart misses a beat. “Appearances are everything in the Capitol. A single word in the right ear can make or break you. You’d disgrace William, and your parents.” Coriolanus gives a long sigh, his finger outlining your shaking jaw. “Is this really what you want? For them to suffer even more after Sejanus?”

“No…” you quaver, heavy breaths bursting from your throat.

He plants a soft kiss in the crook of your neck.

“Exactly. So let me take care of you. Let me protect you. Let me cherish you. Just give yourself to me, princess, and I promise you everything will be easier.”

Your mouth opens and shuts, ache bleeding from your chest. You find it hard to argue with him now, each of his honeyed words chipping at your resolve and confidence.

Perhaps you were mistaken all along. Perhaps you are right where you need to be, away from the people you could hurt, and right besides the one person who gets you the most. And as much as it tears you apart to admit, that person might be Coriolanus.

You’re not sure of anything anymore.

He pulls you in for a kiss, sluggish at first, then deep and hungry. As he explores your mouth, feverish tongue sweeping over yours, you don’t fight back. He hums, licking his swollen lips, as he parts from you.

“I have business in the city so come down for breakfast with Tigris and Grandma’am when you’re ready,” he chimes.

Water splashes when he heaves out of the tub. Droplets drip onto the carpet as he makes his way to the bed to grab his silk robe.

Once dressed, he returns to you and fondles the back of your head, crouching near the tub.

“I’m not closing the door because I want to give you a chance to prove to me what a sweet, obedient girl you can be, just like you’ve been this entire morning. Don’t disappoint me. I don’t want to have to use the handcuffs again.”

He drops a fleeting peck atop your head before rising.

“I know we can move past this, princess,” he says cheerfully as he leaves.

For a span of time that stretches like an eternity, you do not move.

You stare at a random spot on the wall in front of you vacantly. The water turns cold around you. Your skin prunes.

The bathwater is freezing by the time you finally exit the tub.

Numbly, you get dressed and drag your feet downstairs.

You find Tigris in her chair by the window.

As soon as she sees you, a panicked expression overtakes her features. She rushes to you and wraps you in a tight hug.

Dumbfounded, you blink at her when she releases you.

Her amber orbs glisten with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” she says, worry swimming in her eyes as she takes you in.

You shake your head. “What are you talking about, Tigris?”

A quaking breath leaves her as her hand flies to cover her mouth. She wipes a wayward tear and gathers herself. Peering right at you, she reveals, “Last night, I heard…” She blanches, swallowing hard. “I-I’m not sure what I heard. But I know it wasn’t good.”

Your jaw hangs slack. You wonder what thoughts ran through her mind and how bad it must have sounded to make her change her mind. Guilt bleeds in her tone. “I really really had hope for Coriolanus.” She squeezes your hands as her voice breaks. “I thought that’s what you were for him. His hope.”

No response flows from your lips. How ironic. It’s what you thought Coriolanus was to you. A shred of hope you sorely needed after the loss of your brother.

If you weren’t so numb, you might burst out in laughter.

Tigris grabs your hand and ushers you to the front door of the penthouse. You don’t react as she fumbles with the keys and opens it.

The two of you take the elevator down to the lobby.

When the elevator opens, she races to the exit door and you follow quietly behind her.

She pushes the door open.

A cool gust of wind sneaks inside the lobby from outside.

Shivers bloom on your skin.

“I called a car for you. It’ll take you home straight away.”

You look ahead. There is indeed a car parked out front. Tigris tosses concerned glances inside the building.

“You need to be quick before the staff notices I opened the door for you.” She gives you a little shove when she notices you’re not moving. “What are you waiting for?” she whispers urgently.

“I…I don’t know.” You peer down at your wrists. The marks left by the handcuffs are still embedded into your flesh. “I don’t know…” you repeat, stunned to realize how disturbingly true your words ring.

You look at the car again. Your ticket to freedom. It could take you back home. You could be ensconced in the familiar warmth of your own sheets in less than an hour.

There’s just one infinitesimal issue…

You genuinely aren’t sure you even should, or want to go back home.

#dark!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games #tbosas fanfiction #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Golden Hours | Urogi

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warnings ✩° : 18+ smut, fucking from behind, size difference, sex with a demon obvi, cursing, calling reader toy names, creampie, a bit of a breeding kink, cervix kissing, possessiveness, praise praise praise, consensual sex, treating reader like a toy/ragdoll, biting and marking.

pairing ✩° : urogi x fem hashira!reader

premise ✩° : in your chance to flee from hantengu, his most happiest clone ends up finding you. with the ground nor air being safe from his territory, you’re met with the chance to fight him mid air, but quickly realize that your life is nothing but a toy meant to be played with. to him, some toys are meant to break.

word count ✩° : 5.9k (holy shit)

authors note ✩° : 3/4 LETS MAKE IT BACK HOME SOON!!! i realized ive never explicitly said that these clones are taller than the reader, but they are. i figured it out btw and from now on you guys are my succubabes or succubabies depending on which one i feel, so no anon its just...succubabe...yk?

©kaicubus do not steal

part one here!

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Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked no where near as miserable as he did before. Rather than a look of dejection and fear, the demon smiles, his golden eyes glistening with delight. You’re unable to look away from his horns and golden eyes as his smile just grows wider and wider. Was it really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?

Except, only now, this demon had the ability to fly. The ground was no longer safe, and that meant on all levels, you were certainly not. Upon looking closer, the demon’s feathered, burgundy wings weren't the only avian trait he had as his arms were replaced by a talon-like appendage complete with a soft, yellowish, scaly texture. There was only one clone Hantengu was capable of creating that looked like this, and it was Urogi, the demonic representative of joy.

The mere sight of his demonic appearance makes your chest tighten. How could there be such a beast hidden inside a frail, old man? Urogi was tall, boisterous, and smiled so wide, you’d think that was his natural face. He was nothing like Hantengu, which all the more frightened you. With open, golden eyes, his stare is similar to that of an eagle, hyper-focused and tactile.

Urogi also seemed to jingle when he walked, or at least stood still since he appeared to be studying you from afar. With only black pants and a chain of yellowed pearls around his waist, Urogi’s wings flutter, giving you only a second to leave the ground before he wraps his arms around you and flies upwards. You scream out as the wind cuts your face, using a natural force so strong it blows your sword right out of your hand. One glance at the demon wrote your fate, and you could tell he wasn't planning on letting you down at all. His yellow eyes instantly meet your scared, frightful ones.

Seeing the horror on your face, Urogi laughs, showing off his razor sharp fangs, “Oh~! I caught myself a cute one! Aren’t I lucky today~!” He says and tosses you up for a second, “She’s so small! Wow~! No horns, no wings, you’re a human, aren’tcha? What a lucky find!” He can barley contain himself.

You scream in response, clinging onto his exceptionally muscular arm in hopes to pierce his tanned skin with your nails to do any sort of damage, “LET ME GO! LET ME GO! UROGI!” You curl your fists and try delivering several blows to his back, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered. Urogi just continues to laugh.

“What’s that? You want to be let down? But we’re having so much fun! Why stop?” The demon catches you in his arms and squeezes you tightly, “I bet you just want to go higher, right? Then let’s go!” He flies higher and higher, removing the noises of all your screaming and replacing it with thick sounds of ‘fwoomp!’ ‘fwoomp!’ ‘fwoomp!’ of his browned wings, each time getting louder than the next. You try to kick and scream, and fight back most of all, but to Urogi, it only seems like you’re having the time of your life. So he flies higher, higher than the trees, higher than the mountains, and higher than the clouds.

You can feel yourself getting dizzier by the second thanks to his speed and fondness of swirling in circles. Maybe you could somehow cut off his wings? Boil him in a hot pot of water and cook him? No, it was impossible to even get a look on this guy. He’s too fast.

“Wahaha~! How delightful! I haven’t felt the air like that in so long. I almost forgot how fun that was!” His grip tightens around your hand, taking the opportunity to lock his talons between the spaces of your soft, now sweating hand. The slightest bit of strength could send streams of blood running down the creases of your palms, that’s the part that makes your blood run cold. Urogi keeps you in his hold, similar to that of a death grip, gripping onto its prey.

“L-Look!” You shriek, managing to catch your breath, “Urogi, right?”

The demon slows down and looks at you now hovering in the air, his eyes glowing in the night sky, “That’s me!” He chirps, “How do you know my name, human? Oh, could it be? You’re one of those hashiras? Demon slayers?” Urogi asks and suddenly tosses you in the air, adjusting his hold on you when he catches you again. Now, you're directly against his chest, up close and personal with the demon who you’re sure is about to kill you.

“That’s right! B-But, you want to live right? Fly around some more? I can make that happen. My name is Y/n and—”

“You’re a human! But you’re so...small. I’ve never seen someone like you around, did you come all this way to find me?” Urogi swoons and twirls around again, making you scream, “For some reason, I really like that. I like how you scream like I’m going to kill you! It makes me so happy.”

You hold onto the demon, clinging onto his shoulders and staring at him in shock. Only now do you realize how, pretty? he looks.

“I’m not going to drop you! I’m nice with my toys, don’t you trust me?” For your sake, you had to trust him, so you nod, “That’s good, I’m glad you do. But you see, Y/n, the thing about me is that...you shouldn’t really go doing that. But it’s so fun to make humans think they can trust me! But, you are different. You’re my favorite. You stayed this long, right?” You nod again and look up at the demon, who’s still holding onto you with his talons biting at your flesh.

Happy with your answer, and blind trust, a grin spreads across his face and his golden eyes widen owlishly, letting his tongue fall loose and hang off his bottom lip, offering you the sight of his branded kanji before he says, “Kidding.”

Then, he lets go. Just like that, the demon watches you slip from his grasp, black pupils constricting into a much smaller size just to focus on the image of your body quickly falling through the misted clouds, out of his vision. Up until this moment, you’ve never been this close to dying. Your heart pounds inside your chest, which feels to be concaving due to the newfound pressure slamming down on you.

There was no right way to fall from this height. Back, front, side, would all result in some sort of injury to your human body, but you had to choose one. If you manage to get lucky, you’d ideally fall on a bush or patch of leaves to cushion your fall. Better yet, the trees could catch you. However, you’ve lost sight of the laughing, winged demon, which only meant one thing. Ground was soon approaching.

With only a second to spare, your eyes widen and you manage to spin yourself around to see what you could possibly land on, but at that time, it was too late. Before you knew it, your body had completely landed on cold, hard dirt, rocks and smooth pebbles hitting directly into your skin, thankfully being protected by the thick fabric of your hashira uniform. Your arms and legs were now sprawled out away from your body, face well planted into the ground for only a little before you gasped out for air.

Even if it were any other hashira higher or lower than you, no one could’ve survived that fall. But for some reason, you did. Still, the pain was unbearable and it feels as though several of your bones had broken upon impact, but none actually were. Only a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises blooming around your otherwise perfectly normal skin. Now wasn’t the time to appreciate life, or writhe in pain, but to pay attention and turn around before Urogi returned to bat you around like his next meal.

But your speed is no match for his. Suddenly, a force lands directly on top of your back, causing you to choke out once more. Only this time, you knew exactly what the force was.

“Wow~! You survived from that high up? I knew you wouldn’t break. That’s why I want to play with you even more!” Urogi laughs and places his knees on either side of you, caging you down. With your back facing his chest, you can’t see anything. Which is just another disadvantage, the main one being your position right now. Instead of leaning down to talk to you on the ground, Urogi picks you up so that you’re on your knees, bending your back to be extra close to his newfound toy. “You smell so sweet, Y/n, I could just eat you up~! I haven’t eaten a human in so long...I really miss the taste...do you think I could try? I’ll be gentle~”

Before you could say anything, the sharpness of Urogi’s ivory fangs sink into your shoulder, sending a full body jolt of electricity down every single nerve you have. But it doesn’t feel bad at all. It’s too much to process, that you don’t even realize that a small noise escapes from your throat. Neither does Urogi, until,

“Mmfgh!” the muffled noise returns, louder when he suckles on the sensitive area. Only then does Urogi stop entirely, leaving you both in silence.

Your face flushes a bright shade of red full of embarrassment. If you could crawl into a deep, dark hole and die, you would without zero hesitation. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Urogi spirals into a fit of laughter and lets his head fall back, black hair falling onto his bare shoulder, “Hah? Did I catch that right? Was that...no, it can’t be.” The demon returns right back to your ear, pressing his grinning face against your heated one, “Did you like that? You liked it when I bit right here?” His tongue greets your shoulder once more, flicking the tip of it over the bite wound, causing you to yelp out again. Now, Urogi was certain, you liked this, and better yet, you liked him.

“I-I—” You struggle to form words. The thought of coming up with a lie on the spot only made the growing heat surging in your stomach swell, there was no way you could muster out anything but a low breath of indecisiveness.

”I thought it was just the thrill of being up in the air! But your heart speaks other wise. It went, bump, bump, bump!” Urogi laughs and presses his lips against the side of your face, planting a quick peck to catalyze your reaction harder. With each ‘bump’, he laughs more.

Now more than ever you wanted to kill him. It was bad enough having him laugh at your capabilities to fight, but now laughing at your body’s betrayal and inability to hold back when you’re turned on? He had to be the most annoying clone you could’ve gotten when you sliced off that sad excuse of a demon’s head. Urogi was so close to you though, it was impossible to think of anything other than his pounding chest, thick scent of sweat and musk, and firm arms hugging either side of you. Let alone the fact his hakama pants lack any structure or lining, making it very easy to tell that he’s very happy with you right now.

You bite your lip, too shy to admit the truth that you could possibly feeling something other than immense hatred towards a demon, but Urogi knew. Deep down, it made him beam, which reflected in his obvious, signature toothy grin. He always knew what you wanted.

Much to your shock, you don’t resist when Urogi’s chin fits ontop of your shoulder, rolling back your skin and hair to watch your expression when his hands travel inside your uniform. Sharp, claw-like finger nails trace send shivers up your body, feeling the spongy texture of your flesh accepting his cold touch. You suck in a short breath, not getting used to how bright his eyes are, but when you least expect it, he lets his excitement get the best of him and ends up tearing your white shirt to shreds and buttons flying.

“Urogi.” His name leaves your mouth as a hushed warning, prompting the eager demon to look up at you, “Please be more gentle with my things!”

From now on, you keep watchful eyes on the overly excited demon, not daring to look away in hopes of catching him if he does something violent. But, to your surprise, he doesn't. Urogi watches how your body involuntarily inches back into him as he massages circles into the smoothness of your chest, swirling the tip of his nail in light, thin strokes.

He looks strong, but he knows as a human, he’s supposed to be gentle with you. With all his experience with fighting, he’s well aware of the limits he’s allowed to push before he breaks someone. That’s why he’s so eager to play with you. No one has ever wanted to be played with by him before or even survived from a height that great before.

“I can’t wait...” He giggles to himself and tears your shirt further, exposing your breasts to the open sky, and more importantly, to him. “You're so beautiful I’m so excited to get started with you!”

Urogi eagerly leans forward and hugs you tightly, the softness of your chest easily falling into the palm of his claw-like hand. It’s cold for a bit, but quickly heats up when your body does.

His claws begin to knead your supple skin, feeling your tender breasts move in the same circular motion of the palms of his claws. It’s so cold, yet the feeling itself makes your body surge with heat. Not to mention that it doesn’t take long before Urogi discovers your nipples, appearing just as small buttons to him to press, squeeze and tug at, which would in turn give him the same sweet, high-pitched whimper he was already growing so fond of.

Urogi chirps happily and kisses the side of your neck again, licking his branded tongue just below your ear lobe, “More…I like it when you do that.” He rolls your nub between his claws again, causing you to jerk forward and cry out just a little louder, “It’s so cute~ I could listen to it all day~ Such a cute noise from such a cute human~” His voice is soft, yet still energetic and bouncy like normal, “Hehe...poke poke! Does it feel good here? Or here?” Urogi’s wings thrust him forward into the curve of your ass, making you fall forward a little bit before he cups your breast again, holding you closer to his chest.

He was toying with you, pushing your buttons just to make you squirm. Sure, it embarrassed the hell out of you, but it also made you incredibly horny. There was no way out of it. With his hands invading all sorts of personal space, your mind starts to wander into depths you’ve never thought you’d discover, like what it would be like to be fucked by a demon? Surely his strength would kill you, but Urogi’s smarter than that. He knows not to break his things, especially things he calls ‘precious.’

You flush hotly at the attention on your chest, and Urogi using you as a ragdoll didn’t help. But before you could get too used to his soft mumbling, pinching and squeezing at your nipples, and his palm rolling over your chest, Urogi stops and stands up, leaving you missing his strangely, warm touch. As if he knew what you were thinking, Urogi smiles and kisses your lips for just a second before pulling away. Now, you can’t see him. What kind of cruel game of hide and go seek is this?

“Might as well try something else while I’m here.” Urogi’s voice is low, sultry, and drastically different than before, just for a second. You turn around, currently in a warm embrace with Urogi’s arms locking you in place, and flash him a teary expression which only made him more excited to throw you forward onto the ground. Moving forward, Urogi places his hand on the small of your back and presses his open palm on your shirt, grasping the thin fabric in a tight bundle before ripping it right off you, along with your skirt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, arching your brows in an expression that screams ‘stop ripping my fucking clothes apart!’ but you couldn’t exactly see Urogi. Instead, you arch your back as little, delicate touches scrape along your curves and thighs, making you instantly calm down.

“D-Damn.” The demon says, holding his wrist to his mouth, “I wish I got a hold of you sooner~ You didn’t tell me you’re wet down here~!” Urogi could hardly contain his excitement. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle for you, my precious hashira~”

Your face reddens at his tone. With his knees locked on either side of you, you squirm a little, letting the worst get the better of you, only dreaming of him being inside you. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this turned on. In fact, there wasn’t a time. It was only now. Under such a sadistic looking demon who practically feeds off of your embarrassment and worse, laughs at you. Urogi was so close to you now, you could feel his presence, giggling while he worked the waist band of his pants down, pulling it down to expose his what you could only guess was his cock. True to your suspicion, a simple glance from between your spread open thighs told you that what you were seeing was exactly what made your stomach knot.

Except, what you hadn’t expected was that Urogi was much bigger than you thought. His member was thick, had to be at least 8 inches, maybe more, but the mere sight of it made your mouth salivate, and your knees weak. His member was already hard, twitching in anticipation at the sight of your drooling, puffy pussy like it knew exactly where to go.

But Urogi waits for a bit with his cock in a tightly curled fist, grinning down with an open smile and arched brows, watching your hips bump back into him involuntarily and just so soft your ass looks.

“U-Urogi...” You mumble silently, looking over your shoulder back to him, “What are you waiting for?” Already, his newfound silence was making you nervous. Especially because you knew he was staring. Never in your life have you felt so exposed, with your ass high up in the air, slightly arched upwards with the help of Urogi’s hand, where there was no room to hide anything and everything was put on display to his hungry eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” The demon grins, placing the head of his sticky cock between your folds, earning a small gasp from your end. That was enough for Urogi to chirp with delight and pull your body forward.

“A-AHN!” You throw your head forward and grab onto anything, dirt, rocks, leaves, your own skin just to accommodate for his length. Drawing in a rattling breath, you open your eyes only for them to fall shut again whenever you try. Urogi’s member was practically splitting you open, thick veins pumping inside of your sticky walls without him even moving.

His cock sinks into you, filling your tight walls until you begin to whimper in protest. Even when you think he’s finally in, you look over your shoulder to see that there were still a few inches left of his blushed member still waiting to be buried inside your sweet pussy. Urogi can’t help but relish in how good you feel, his dick twitching inside you with a fascinated looking on his face, shocked and eager to see how much more you can take.

“I had no idea that a precious human like you could take this much!” Urogi pants, “You’re so small, i-it feels like you’re sucking me all in! What other surprises do you have for me?”

“Hol-ly shit. I-It’s just...so much bigger than I expected, Urogi...” You tell him simply, batting your dark lashes up at him, your fists curling into the cold ground below you.

“What~? Were you expecting me to be smaller? No way~! No way~! It’s not my fault you’re so small to begin with.” Urogi snickers, “Maybe you just can’t handle my cock, hm? Big, scary demon cock too much for a precious human like you?” He leans forward and pushes more of his length inside of you, grunting at the tight fit. You cry out, sweat forming instantly on your brow, and your heart threatening to leap out of your chest any minute now.

Within seconds, your body turned into flame. Your thighs almost instantly start to burn with desperation simply because of the way he moves with such passion and excitement. His burly arms twitch closer to your sides, using one of them to cup your breast again and squeeze it firmly, admiring how soft your skin is while burying his face deeper into your hair. Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t see him in this moment, because his reddened face, eyes squeezed shut, happily inhaling your scent would only turn you on more.

When did you start feeling this way? Especially towards your opponent? Especially towards a blood thirsty demon? Bloodlust was what you were taught back home, to be weary of a demon with extreme bloodlust. But no one told you how much more difficult it would be to deal with a demon with intense lust, period. Urogi caught you off guard many times, and even now, with his legs straddling yours, your face stuffed into your arms and your hips in the air, and his cock gradually making way into your insides, deeper and deeper by the second.

“S’too much! I-I can’t handle it-” You try to pull away but he keeps you still, not letting up on his robust grip and instead forcing every last inch of his hard on into your already throbbing cunt. Inch by inch, he buries himself deeper into you, using his thumb to hoist your waist up higher, just enough to slide your body onto his length better.

“It’s so warm inside you.” Urogi chirps, already panting with pure love and happiness in his mind. His talons dig into your waist, leaving pointed indents into your skin, the pain quickly becoming too much to bear. “I’m so happy~! I could stay here forever~ Holding you just like this, it really feels good to fuck you like this.”

His words make you realize that you have no sense of rational thinking left, your body isn’t even your own at this point. Overcome with the overwhelming feeling of his happiness crashing into you, your needy cunt squeezes down hard around the base of his pulsing cock, feeling how eager he is to fill you up the second his head kisses your sopping entrance. He was showing no mercy towards you, bucking his hips in different directions, experimentally testing to see which one you liked best, but didn’t pay attention to anything he liked because he liked them all. Hearing your voice and feeling you overstimulate him was enough for his satisfaction, he just wanted to enjoy the ride.

There was an unspoken agreement that Urogi had finally managed to squeeze his cock inside your pussy, stuffing every last inch of himself into your fluttering entrance. But what neither of you knew was that Urogi’s excitement would push his cock even further inside you, ramming past your velvety walls and right into the most tender spot he could manage to find.

“Urogi-nGH! FUCK! T-That’s too deep! S-Slow down, ah! Ah!” You can feel Urogi fuck his cock deeper into your abused cunt, despite your breathless concerns, but he fucked harder and more persistently, reminding you that that’s all they are. Concerns.

Urogi grabs hold of your chin and turns your face towards his, smiling at your fucked our expression. You had taken it for granted when you didn’t have to see the face that made you so vulnerably turned on, but now that you’re so close to him, you can’t avoid it. His name falls from your lips in a whisper before Urogi matches your glistening lips with his upturned ones, giddily initiating a sweet and tender kiss. There was no correlation between what his mouth was capable of and what his body was capable of, as his mouth was probably the sweetest thing about him, and his body the complete opposite.

The words, “Beautiful,” and, “Pretty,” come from under his breath, what would only be mindless praise and yet it ignites sparks within the depths of your core, that are enough for you to curiously grind your hips back between the lips of your soaked cunt, willingly taking more of him now more comfortably. You roll your bottom lip in between your teeth and exhale sharply, beads of sticky sweat gathering on your brow and forehead. How could anyone blame you for getting excited?

Urogi already treated you like a fuck doll, a toy only to be played with over and over again, with no concern of breaking it. But he also kissed you like he meant it, soon curling his branded tongue on top of your own, lovingly gulping down the saliva in your mouth, making polite slurping noises. All while pounding into you, his claws running up and down your stomach and chest.

“You taste so sweet,” Urogi coos and pecks your cheek, “So sweet my precious hashira. I’m going to fill you up so good you won’t even have to think about fighting anyone else anymore~ No one’s better than me, say it~?”

At that moment, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

A moan tears from your throat when you feel his length push past what you thought could never be reached, yet was so easily discovered by a demon by complete accident. Simply because he’s just too happy to realize it. You gasp out in shock and only continue to do so when Urogi’s hips quicken, now repeatedly prodding at the sensitive area, the head of his cock nearly splitting you open.

“Urogi! Ngh! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! U-Urogi~!” Hearing his name only makes him more happy, almost like adding wood to a burning flame, his smile grows wider and wider until he finally can’t handle it anymore and a pair of fangs bite right back into you, a place higher than before on the same shoulder. “MM!” You cover your mouth, and feel the brutal, raw strength of a demon abuse your pussy.

There’s a perfect mixture of pain from his cock wrecking your insides and hitting all of your sweet spots that leaves you speechless. You begin to sound almost strained as you choke back on your own breath from how you bite down on your wrist to hold back.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s like your body was made for me. That makes me so unbelievably happy~!”

Now it was clear. You adored being used. Being worshiped and loved, by Urogi and Urogi alone. Because he did so with such enthusiasm, in his strange yet exciting way, his cock now nudging the small, tender spot of your cervix in harsh movements, your sensitive walls spasm around his girth, causing you to cry out his name in multiple chants. Through teary eyes, you realize that your arms are now well decorated with deep, red layers of crescent marks, making your face hotter at the sight.

You love the feeling of shame and guilt swirling inside your head, and maybe it’s the confusion of if you should even be allowing something like this to even happen in the first place, but you absolutely love it. The feeling of having such a shameless demon fuck you senseless, or the feeling of finally getting the chance to be wild and free and partially in control. But the shame was overshadowed by the sheer feeling of love buzzing off of the demon, only thinking of what’s happening in the moment and how wet you are, dripping arousal from your oozing pussy and drooling saliva from your hung open lips. Urogi just can’t stop smiling.

“You're perfect,” You can barley hear what he’s mumbling, “So fuckin’ perfect! I’m so lucky!” His large hand places itself over your spasming abdomen, applying just the right amount of pressure onto the moving, aching bulge of his cock inside you. Now more than ever, his cock was heavy inside of you. Hot to the touch and so are you, which could only mean one thing.

You try to notice as many details as you could. His long hair, the way his wings flapped every now and then, and the way his pupils dilated in the pool of his golden eyes. You wanted to remember everything, especially the sound of his voice which had grown louder and more boisterous than before. If that was even possible.

Urogi can very well see the tears prick your delicate eyes, gathering globs of his overwhelming pleasure on the corners of your lashes threatening to spill onto your cheeks. Fully focused on the painful look of you struggling to not break, Urogi’s breath fans across your ear, nibbling on the shell of it, returning the same feeling you had gotten that started all this in the first place. “Look at you, taking me so well! It really is fun playing with a human~ but it looks like you’re so close to breaking, can’t hold on any longer, hhmmhm~?” He bites again.

“Nngh! S-So good-Urogi! M-MHMM! I-I’m not gon—fuck! U-Urog-hi!” You can’t even bring yourself to respond, hypnotized by the way his hips are drilling into you and how forcibly he’s moving. You can only scream out, anything goes, and hold out as best as you can. “Ngh! Hmm!” Suddenly, your body tenses up, freezing momentarily and squeezing his cock harder than ever. That’s what makes Urogi stop laughing and gasp out.

You can’t even bring yourself to say the words that would surely make his ego skyrocket, so you bite down on your arm and let his name fall out from clenched teeth. Urogi tightens his grip on your waist and chokes out, hips still thrusting into you sloppily, and hugs you tighter.

“So soon~? Ah, my precious hashira can’t take me anymore? Do you want me to fill your pretty pussy up? Poor poor human, I won’t even mind if you wanna go a second round? Or third?” Urogi laughs and stuffs his cock deeper into your fluttering hole, “Fourth? If we go five times I’ll surely be happy! Happier than anyone else in the world!”

His hair flops to the side, catching against his horns and throws his head back, turning into a rabid animal to which your body gladly accepts. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, the warmth of your insides wrapping around him and refusing to let go just like he is. With an open mouth, Urogi groans your name, letting a thin string of drool fall down his chin, laughing when he looks back at you.

“You’re getting all tense, Y/n,” His golden eyes trail onto your back, slapping his hand over your ass, “You gonna break? I wouldn’t mind, promise!”

And break, you do. Under his hold, you feel a sharp force tighten low in your core, one final thrust of the head of his aching cock tears that knot in two and you finally scream out. With your perfect song piercing his ears, his hips buck up with ease, and he lets himself go. Warmth surges through your body as the demon’s hot liquid shoots inside of you, filling your sore, velvety walls up to the brim with cum. As you cry out louder, Urogi continues thrusting deeper, not even thinking to stop until he sees the mixture of the white, creamy fluid burst from out of your pussy and form a ring around his cock does he slow down.

With a chuckle, his eyes focus in and he settles, admiring the feeling of your sweet whimpers and even sweeter pussy clench onto him, twitching and oozing along with his cock spilling warm cum into you.

“Yes~! That’s it, fuck...mhm~” Urogi exhales, sticking his tongue out sloppily, “You’re amazing, just like that! My precious hashira’s so cute when she cums all for me~” You can’t bear it anymore. You stuff your face into your folded arms and whine out, tired of his constant praise and happiness, he finally reached a limit and now you were to embarrassed to even hear him. Urogi laughs at your response and pulls out entirely, watching the way his cock springs out inside of you, unintentionally slapping its weight against the curve of your ass just enough for you to twitch in surprise.

You bathe in his after glow, his golden hour, feeling the warm fluid gushing past your sore pussy lips and running down the inside of your thigh, some dribbling down the middle of your legs entirely. The sweet smell of sex and hot air panting from both of your mouths mixes into the cold, bitter night, making the scene weirdly comfortable, like you can stay there for longer if asked too. Just then, Urogi pulls your body to the side, flipping you over on your back, since he’s well aware you can’t do it yourself, and smiles down at you.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed seeing his face in it’s entirety. What was once smiling out of pure joy from seeing looks of terror and horror on your face, had turned soft and delighted, glowing with a dim light emitting from his squinted eyes and bright smile. You swallow nervously and look up at him through your lashes. His horns seem to be at their highest given your position, and he seems to be growing taller by the second. Urogi’s face isn’t at all calm though, he’s beaming with stray hairs scattering all over his head and sweating like he just got back from running miles, and his wings are fluttering as if they’re on edge from any small noise around him.

He’s panting breathlessly, and there’s a slight glisten to the tops of his thighs which you quickly look away from. He made such a mess out of you, yet he’s smiling about it?

“Wow~ That was fun.” Urogi exhales and pushes his raven colored hair up from his damp forehead, “Felt good, huh?” You nod your head and exhale in relief, “Well, my precious hashira, I guess that’s it then, right?” The demon pouts, smiling afterwards with a shit eating grin. You look up at him and part your lips to say something, but he cuts you off before you can. “You're free to go if you want. But I have a feeling you'd rather stay and have fun with me. Isn’t that right?”

He wasn’t wrong at all. How could you refuse?

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I've read and wacthed a video if a study that crows are monogamous and they fly in sync to signify their bond ect, how would the avian boys react to a crow avian reader that sync her way of flying to theirs in a way to show she has strong love and trust for her mate!

Sans is really happy with this. He's already syncing up his flight patterns to fit with yours because, as a crow avian himself, it's a natural instinct. Doing this will earn you many cuddles and kisses out of happiness.

Red is amused and endeared, but keeping up with his flight pattern could very well be the reason you fall out of the sky. He barely ever needs to actually flap his wings unless he wants to go super fast. He's aware that crow avians generally need to flap their wings a lot more, so he might start slowing down to adapt to a middle ground so that you can copy each other.

Killer's flight pattern changes to fit whatever area he's in, so it's quite difficult to constantly adapt to it. Once he notices what you're doing he'll try to match yours, too- always offering you a dopey, goofy lil' grin whenever he manages to do it.

Axe is similar to Red. As a Harpy Eagle, he doesn't really flap that often, so he'll adapt a bit more to yours. It's not much of a problem to him- he's pretty good at following your body language as much as you follow his. He thinks it's super sweet though.

Nightmare is another one that'll have to change his flight patterns a bit so you don't lose altitude too fast. He flaps maybe once and keeps gliding soundlessly for a long while before flapping again, which a crow would not easily be able to manage, so he'll find a middle-ground with you.

Dust's flight pattern is kinda funky. To take off he flaps rapidly before vanishing into the sky and very fast speeds, to which he'll then simply just leave his wings outstretched and soar. Keeping up with him is one hell of a task, so he'll probably slow down to help you keep up. While matching his flight pattern is positively adorable, he's aware you won't be able to keep up with his stamina or speed- or even the way he flies- so he'll gently discourage you or maybe attempt to shift his flight pattern to become more like yours (though flapping would simply make him go faster.) He finds it super endearing, but he doesn't want you to push yourself.

Error, a black falcon, flies very similarly to Dust, though slower. He'll smile at your antics before attempting to slow down and match your flight pattern, even if he can't quite do it due to the level of energy he'd expend doing so. He'll try to teach you to glide better, but he can't really do much, even if he finds it super adorable and endearing.

#undertale fandom #arian's asks #Amono strikes again!#Avians #Aviantale #Sans x reader #Dust sans x reader #Nightmare Sans x reader #Horrortale Sans x reader #Killer Sans x reader #Underfell Sans x Reader #Error Sans x Reader #Classic Sans x reader

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SWF/NSFW Poly Relationship HCs 🔥🧸

(John Marston/Fem!Reader/Abigail Marston)

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tempting-andromeda · 8 months

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NSFW HEADCANONS 3

Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Arthur Morgan

Bites your lip while you kiss. He’ll suck on it but he thinks biting it is even more attractive.

Has a biiig thing for eye contact. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time but if you look at him it sends him

He tries not to be too rough but he’s caught himself a few times applying too much force into shifting positions or grabbing the back of your thighs

Occasionally teases you but it’s mostly full of praise. Like “look at you” with a slight chuckle.

John Marston

Has once broken his cot and didn’t stop. It boosted the fuck out of his ego

Does not shut up. It’s physically impossible for him to stay silent and not make a sound.

Sometimes when he’s a little drunk and needy he’ll stand behind you and slowly grind himself into you

If you rub his thighs or his arms he gets turned on. He acts like you’re practically throwing yourself onto him and he’s holding himself back if you just squeeze his bicep.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He likes to lead you into intimacy. Like helping you change or helping you unwind knowing he’s a lil heated

Likes to be the mastermind of the situation. He asked you to put on that outfit because he knew he’d be taking it off

Likes to take his time to admire you no matter how flustered you get. He runs his cold rings along your stomach and smirks

Coaxes you into things by kissing your ankles or neck while he leads you into positions.

Charles Smith

If you have your period I think he’d be great at it. Like he’d know exactly what to do.

Cannot set a constant pace to save his life. He can start slow and steady but if he finishing like that? Absolutely not

He isn’t used to someone taking care of him but when you do? He’s barely able to stay still. He’s forcing his hips from bucking and he’s biting his bottom lip.

He likes of you hold his hair back while he goes down on you. He fuels something within him.

Javier Escuella

Always presses his face into your neck

Ik we say John is whiny and shit but Javier?! I bet he’d throw his head back and let out a breathy whine

Sometimes he “edges” himself by pulling out or stops moving his hips so he doesn’t finish and can last longer

Stays quiet sometimes but just grunts and mumbles into your ear

Sean MacGuire

Doesn’t even bother to get either of you completely undressed. He complains when it gets in his way but he finds it a bit attractive.

He’d get off humping your leg if you wanted. He’s so bad it’s nearly pathetic (in a hot way)

Horrendous at pillow talk or aftercare. But he tries. He usually comes down by like chuckling softly and being like “yer legs were over my shoulders”

Loses his mind is you tease him. Grab his thigh, accident caress his bulge? He’s about to break into tears if you keep it up.

Lenny Summers

He likes to hold your hand in missionary. He’ll grip onto it and sometimes he’ll accidentally pin your hands above your head because he wants to hold both of your hands

He’s into feedback when he goes down on you. He’s not the most experienced but he knows how to follow directions.

He gets dizzy and flustered from kisses so he likes when you cover him in kisses. He won’t complain if you’re wearing lipstick either

Holds the back of your head for nearly anything. While you’re going down on him, while he’s fucking you, while your kissing?

Kieran Duffy

Likes being behind you to hold you close and grab onto your chest and stomach. He gets so needy with it.

He gets embarrassed if you see his face so he tries to keep it hidden like he hides it in your hair, his arm, etc

Will knead your thighs if he’s between them. He’s grippin onto those bad boys like his life depends on it.

If you’re between his legs he’s bucking up into you and holding your head. He feels bad about it but he can’t help himself.

Micah Bell

He thinks messy sex that kinda makes you feel embarrassed afterwards is the best kind

Likes when your surprised by his actions. Like he’ll slap you and then kiss you and watch your confused and flustered reaction

Ruins clothes and he’s proud about it. He asks you to wear your favorite blouse just to rip all the buttons off

Loves to choke you. He thinks you look pretty with your face all red knowing that you’re letting him do this to you

Eagle Flies

He likes marks. Hickeys on either one of you, scratches, etc. he gets a rise seeing a mark he left the day before or he feels a little cocky when someone mentions the scratches on his back.

He pants and groans at anything when he’s in the mood. He physically can’t hold back. Run your fingers through his hair or gently touch his waist.

His hair down in missionary. That’s it.

He confident enough to beg. Like if you want him to be more desperate he is desperate. He’ll get on his knees and follow you to the bed.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 6 months

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Last time u did a sex hcs for the vanderlinde gang but u forgot our sassy pookie bear eagle flies(which is understandable considering her isn't part of the gang), so i think we should get him some smutty hcs just for him. Stuff like his fav positions, his fav place to do it, is he vanilla or not, if he's kinky what kind of kinks he has. Just stuff like that :3

Eagle Flies NSFW HC

My babygirl eagle flies, my beloved. Of course I'll write this for you.

Loves positions where he can see your ass so doggy, reverse cowgirl, your ass hanging off the bed, anything like that

I feel like he puts on a condom at first but half way through he takes it off and goes raw instead

I've said it before, but he loves car sex

His car windows r always foggy anytime you two are in there

Sometimes y'all will be parked up and he'll feign a sigh and stretch before reeling his chair back and looking at you suggestively

His back seats probably have several generations worth of children on em

Even though it's cramped he puts you in the same crazy positions

And yes he gets em deep cleaned don't worry

Also likes risk factor so he'll want to fuck no matter who's home or in the next room or outside the tent, it's honestly just more incentive for him to do it

I said before he'd want to try edging. When he has the patience, one of his favorite things to do will be to masturbate in front of eachother and keep edging until he can cum all over your face

I do think he'd be kinky but after a while of experimenting and figuring out what he likes, it's just based more on what you two feel like doing for the day

Into hair pulling, yank as hard as you can to see how loud he moans

Gets really into it and grips you real hard, like sometimes it gets uncomfortable

Would like it if you bit him or gave him hickeys. Would proudly wear them out in the open around camp or the general public. Just to show off that yes, he has a girlfriend. And yes, he gets some

Likes taking pictures of your face after he's cum on it or your pussy after he's finished inside. Saves em for when you're not around

That or you guys are making movies ifykwim

Likes it when you ride so he can grip your ass and guide you

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frozen-waters · 3 months

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rewritten ask!! 🪻 eagle flies with a super kind, gentle, and patient gf. [maybe she's a doctor too, but that's up to you. 🤍] she's super easygoing and softspoken, not often saying much but her words radiate wisdom. she and eagle flies likely met through arthur ((who i'd like to imagine went to her and asked for help with tuberculosis due to her wisdom, but then again, she can't even do anything about it 'cause that's just not her thing)). the two hung out more often as she was quite eager to help the wapiti people get their land back. but peacefully. eagle flies liked this about her, and he confessed, now they're dating. woohoo! the thing is, even though she's usually good at convincing people out of dumb ideas, she couldn't convince eagle flies out of war with the united states army. when he gets injured ((killed? nope. that never happened)) after the battle, she's quick to aid him and she's apologizing a whole bunch, "i'm sorry i wasn't here to help you before," "i'm sorry you had to go through this pain," "i'm so sorry it took me so long to get here," etc. she takes care of him until full recovery ((whether doctor or not)). the end. everyone's happy. yippee!

thank u snookums 🤍

ofc ofc love you for this. also i haven't written an x reader in a bit so idk. I’m also not too sure that I wrote this the way you wanted but I tried and I’m also sorry that this took forever 💀

tw : some light gore, needles (mentioned), light angst (not really a tw but I figured I'd put it in), and definitely medical inaccuracies

Always Here (Eagle Flies x F!Reader)

Night set in on the Wapiti Reservation long ago. Some of the warriors who went off to fight at the oil fields had come back, others weren't so lucky. There still hasn't been any sign of Eagle Flies or Paytah yet, making the worry worse in everyone's stomachs. You and the other women have been helping the wounded men as best as any of you could, but with the sobbing of other people around the Reservation and the smell of metallic blood filling the air, it brought time to a crawl. There wasn't much on your mind as you dug bullets out of men, or stitched up their wounds, but when you'd leave them to rest with their wives, you feared for the state Eagle Flies would be found in.

You loved him dearly, you were afraid of him getting himself killed by going to fight the army. Of course you knew how important this was to him and you'd urge him to be as safe as he could but sometimes all you could do was hope he didn't get shot. You tended to his wounds when Charles had returned him from Fort Wallace, he hadn't spoken much, you understood why.

There was commotion outside the tent you were in as you sewed the gash on a man’s bicep back together, people had muttered things about Eagle Flies and your heart sank to your stomach, worry washing over you. You tied off the stitches and patted the man on the shoulder, offering him a smile before you wiped off your hands on your skirts and stood up, exiting the tent. There's a small gathering of people outside of Rains Fall's tent, you stand towards the back and wait for whoever was in their to come out and shed some light on what was happening.

It's another moment or two before Arthur and Charles come out of the tent, they turn and speak to each other for another minute before they hug, Arthur turns to leave. You glance at Charles before you follow Arthur.

"Arthur," You call to him. He stops in front of his horse and turns to face you. "What happened? Is Eagle Flies- is he-?"

"He's alive, don't worry." He takes a step closer to you and your shoulders relax. "Looks like you've been busy." He gestures loosely to your bloodied clothes, you hum in response and clasp your hands together in front of you, looking back at Rains Fall's tent, everyone had dispersed and began to pack the little belongings they had. "Charles says it's best if the Wapiti get outta here."

"What about you?" You turn to him again.

"Guess I'll just go back to doin' what I've always done."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, go help Eagle Flies." He waves towards the tent and turns to mount his horse. You had known since Arthur first came to you that there'd be no way for his tuberculosis to die down, but it hurt seeing him get sicker, even if you hadn't known him before he had gotten so bad.

"Goodbye, Arthur." You take a few steps back as he maneuvers his horse back onto the path.

"So long, miss." Arthur tips his hat to you and rides out of the Reservation. You turn and head to Rains Fall's tent, Eagle Flies is laying on a bedroll inside, his father kneeling next to him. You sit next to Rains Fall, Eagle Flies eyes are closed, but his chest moves up and down as he breathes, his breathing slightly labored. You place your hand on the nape of his neck and run it down his shoulder. Rains Fall doesn't speak to you, he only looks at his son as he waits for him to say something. You look at the bullet wound on his abdomen and sigh.

"I will stay." Rains Fall says to you, his voice hoarse.

"I wasn't going to ask you to leave." He looks at you for a moment before he slides over a little, you move into the spot he was in previously. Eagle Flies eyes open slightly when you place a hand on his stomach, he sits up a tiny bit only for his father to place his hand on his shoulder and push him back down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier to help you." You say to Eagle Flies, your voice breaking slightly. He looks at you, slightly confused, but still with that tiredness and hurt in his eyes.

"Do not apologize," He mutters as he watches you grab for the tweezers you had tied around your hip.

"I... this will hurt." You tell both him and Rains Fall. Another woman had let herself into the tent with whiskey and bandages, you watch her as she sets them on the ground next to you and mutter a small, "Thank you" to her, she looks to you for a second and nods before she leaves. Eagle Flies clenches his jaw as you start digging around in his wound for the bullet, his grunts are muffled by his mouth, tears prick at your eyes as you watch more blood spill from the wound. There’s a horrible squelching sound that you’ve heard before, Eagle Flies lifts his hand and grabs your wrist as you finally find the bullet and begin to pull it out.

“I know, I know.” You tried to soothe him, he hisses through his teeth, his grip only tightening. “I’m almost done, okay? You’ll be alright, just- I just…” You trailed off, blinking away the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. You looked to Rains Fall, you’d never seen him so pined without being the one who’s hurt. You ripped your hand away from Eagle Flies, he winced as you tore the bullet out of his body, you covered his open wound with your hands and pressed down on it. He groaned and gripped at the fabric of your shirt, trying to push you off of him.

You take the bottle of whiskey and move your hands away from him as you pour the liquid into his wound, he squirms as it bubbles up and stings at the bullet hole.

"I'm almost done, it wont hurt too much more in a few seconds." You un-tuck your shirt and wipe away the blood and spilt whiskey. You poke at his wound slightly, trying to feel how deep it went, if the bullet had been any deeper, he would've needed stitches. "Can you sit up?"

Eagle Flies nods slightly in response, Rains Fall helps his son sit up and you move to sit behind Eagle Flies. Rains Fall watches you as you wrap the bandages tightly around his son's abdomen.

"The worst parts over." You tell them both. Eagle Flies leans back against your chest and sighs. "You were very lucky."

"I know. Thank you." Eagle Flies knocks his head against yours gently and you smile.

"I'm sorry about the pain."

"I can handle it."

"I know." It's silent between the three of you for a few moments as you and Rains Fall listen to Eagle Flies breathe.

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The sun will rise in a few hours. Everyone left the Reservation not too long ago, now traveling in wagons and on horseback as you head south to avoid Fort Wallace and the oil fields.

Eagle Flies has been in-and-out of sleep since he got loaded into one of the wagons with you, whereas you've gotten no sleep at all, too keen on watching him and waiting for anymore signs of discomfort. But as Eagle Flies lies awake now, on his back and looking up at the stars, he shifts his body to face you slightly.

"I'm happy you were here tonight." He whispers, voice a little gruff. You lay on your side and tuck your hands under your head.

"Me too," Eagle Flies scans over your face before he takes one of your still bloody hands into his own, you squeeze his hand slightly and scoot closer to him. "You should be better in a few months."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"Well, you should be."

"I have no reason not to believe you when you tell me I'm going to be alright." You smile at him.

"Just don't get yourself hurt again somehow while you're still healing."

"I won't."

"Good." You and Eagle Flies stare at each other for a few more seconds before you move so that you're fully next to him, you wrap your arm under his ribs and around his back, careful not to hit his bullet wound, he chuckles softly and rests his head against your shoulder, wrapping a hand around your waist. The wood of the wagon is uncomfortable to sleep on even with a bedroll, but neither of you complain as you wrap yourselves around each other.

#rdr2 #eagle flies #eagle flies x reader #eagle flies rdr2 #arthur morgan

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elliesflwrgirl · 1 year

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Okay hear me out: Leather!abby takes reader home from the bar on her motorcycle and rails them on a hillside. Like yeah okay the view from the cliff is pretty but so is the view of her eyes looking up at you when she’s between your legs 🫣🫡 I need to be put down like a dog.

cw, biker!abby, top!abby, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), public sex kinda?, petnames (sweet girl, etc)

summary: you meet abby at a bar, leave together but don’t quiet make it home andddd you fuck on a hillside!!

also abby totally gets off on eating u out, duh.

if u enjoy this pls like and reblog!! i love u.

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you had felt her eyes on you all night, she was with two friends so you thought she’d never make a move but sure enough she throws on her leather jacket as she makes her way over to you.

as she leans her arms on the bar her two friends pass, “good luck, abigail.” they tease and you furrow your brows, taking a sip from your beer. “hi, i’m abby.” she introduces herself and you give her a small grin. “so i gathered,” you shoot back and she smiles. “can i get you a drink?” she offers and you shake your head.

“i was actually about to head out,” you stand from your chair and she nods her head. “can i drive you? im as sober as a judge.” she grins softly and you smile back at her. “can you walk in a straight line?” you joke and she laughs, spreading her arms out like an eagle and walking in a straight line, she stumbles a bit which makes you giggle.

“look, my balance is just shit, but, i’m sober.” she smiles at you and you nod, “fine.” you walk out together and she leads you to a vintage black motorcycle. you pause briefly, “you drive a motorcycle…” you grin up at her as you look between her and the motorcycle.

“yeah, is that alright?” you nod your head quickly, “yeah, i’ve just never been on one.” you smile as she walks over to you with a small black helmet. she puts it on your head and buckles it beneath your chin, giving you a soft grin. “you look cute,” she compliments before putting her own helmet on and climb onto the bike.

you climb on behind her, grabbing her hips. “wrap your arms around me,” she tells you and you do. the engine revs before she pulls out onto the street. the dark city looked mesmerizing driving through with no barrier just you and the city. you rest your head on her back as she flies through the traffic.

“wanna show you something, can i?” she huffs and you nod softly. she pulls off the main road and on to a dirt road. she drives up the mountain and your arms grip her tighter. “i’ve got you, you’re not gonna fall off.” she hums comfortingly.

she pulls up to a cliffside, turning the engine off and taps your thigh. you hop off and take your helmet off. she does the same. “oh my god,” you smile as you take a look at the big city from this height. you run to the edge of the cliff, begging to see the whole city. “this is fucking awesome.” you beam and turn around to abby, who still stands by the motorcycle.

“cmere,” you wave her over and she widens her eyes. “oh hell no, i’m good right here.” she tells you with a soft laugh and you walk back over to her with a big grin. “what are you a chicken?” you tease and she gasps. “excuse me?” she laughs and you grab her hand, slowly pulling her towards the edge.

“cmon, i’ve got you.” you repeat her words back to her from earlier. she hesitantly follows you to the edge. once you reach a decent amount to the cliff, she stops in her tracks. “that’s good.” she sighs and you smile softly. “you’re really scared of heights, huh?” she nods quickly. “like deathly, but i figured why not take the pretty girl up here,” she jokes and you tilt your head to the side. “oh yeah? you take lots of girls up here, abigail?” you tease and she smiles softly.

“no…just you.” she answers honestly, grabbing your wrist. “cmon, if we climb up this hill the view is even better.” she says excitedly and you follow her up.

after running up she collapses onto the ground, leaning back on her elbows, looking up at you. you plop down beside her, both out of breath from the climb.

you stare at the view with a soft smile on your lips and abby watches. “you might just be the prettiest girl i’ve ever met.” she mumbles and you slowly turn your head to face her. blushing like crazy, you smile widely “oh shut up.” you roll your eyes and she shakes her head. moving closer, you turn your head to feel her lips inches away from yours.

your breathing stops for a moment, as she inches closer. looking down at you, “can i kiss you?” too clouded with the tension of the moment, you press your lips to hers. a soft sigh leaving her lips as you do, she grabs your hip, pulling you closer.

she slides her hands up your thigh, her fingertips dipping just below your dress. she pulled herself between your legs, gently nipping at your lip. you hum in response as she does. she kisses your jaw, kissing down your neck. your hands find her hair, weaving your fingers into her hair.

she leaves sloppy kisses down your neck, and nips at your collar bones, leaving soft pink marks. you whine quietly and she looks up at you with a grin. “what was that?” she teases and you roll your eyes. “shut up,” you blush out of embarrassment. “why don’t you shut me up?” she tosses back and your cheeks heat for a different reason.

your hands grip her honey blonde hair and pull her face to yours, clashing your lips together in a heated kiss. she groans into the kiss as her hands slip up your dress, feeling the black lace beneath her fingertips.

she runs her fingers over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp patch and smiling against your lips. you moan softly into her lips, whining as she pulls away. she plants kisses down your neck, tugging the top of your dress down. planting kisses on your chest, running her tongue over your nipple before kissing down your stomach.

she pushes your dress up past your hips, leaving your dress wrapped around your stomach. she moves herself between your lips, lifting your thighs up over shoulders. she grips your thighs tightly as she kisses down them teasingly, placing slow torturous kisses. slowly getting to the place you need her most.

she grabs at the lace of your underwear, ripping it off. “abby-“ you scoff, leaning up on your elbows. she tosses them to the side with a grin, looking up at you. “hm?” she kisses back up your thighs, seeing no problem with what she just did.

you go to tell her that’s your favorite pair but before the words can come out she gently flicks her tongue against your slit. a soft moan slips from your lips and you collapse back onto the hill, “what were you saying?” she hums and you shake your head, burying your hands into her hair. “nothing.”

she smirks against your cunt, gently circling her tongue over your clit. “mhm” she mumbles. your back arches slightly but she slams your hips back down onto the ground, pulling you closer as she slips her tongue into you. a loud moan leaves your lips and you look down at abby, her staring right back up at you. she wanted to watch what she was doing to you.

you whimper and grind your hips against her face, “good girl, ride my face” she murmurs. you whine loudly, “fuck—“ you toss your head back and she pulls away slightly. “keep your eyes on me or i’ll stop. i want you to watch.” she tells you and you nod, needing her tongue on you again.

your eyes connect with hers as she gently sucks on your clit, a while leaving your lips. “oh my god,” you whimper and she softly moans against your cunt. she was getting off on eating you out and that somehow made all of this ten times more sexy.

she pushes her tongue back into you as the tip of her nose pushes up against your clit. a loud moan falls from your lips and she grips your thighs tighter. you knew her grip would leave bruises but that just made this all the more enjoyable. “shit—“ you toss your head back and a loud smack hits your thigh.

jolting your attention back to abby, her eyes almost filled with an anger mixed with lust. you nod your head in understanding and you grind yourself against her nose as her tongue pumps in and out of you.

“god, abby, i’m so close,” you moan and she hums against your cunt. “want you to tell the whole city how good i’m making you feel, okay sweet girl?” she tells you and you nod your head, curling your fingers into her hair.

“fuck- oh my god-“ you moan loudly as she pushes two fingers into you, gently sucking on your clit. “mhm, that’s good baby.” she praises. she moans against your cunt, “fuck, you taste so good”

a strangled whimper leaves your lips as you hear her moaning against you, throwing you over the edge. moans and whimpers and mumbles of abby’s name leaves your mouth as you cum.

abby only slowing her pace, not completely stopping until your body completely relaxes under her. you lean up on your elbows, looking down at her. her chin dripping with your cum, fingers glistening too. you grab the neck of her shirt and tug her up to you, kissing her hard.

“you’re fucking amazing,” you compliment into her lips and she chuckles. you whimper softly as you taste yourself on her tongue. your hands trail down to her waistband, slipping your hand under her boxers and giving her exactly what she deserves.

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#tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic

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