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izanakore · 3 days ago

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A Glimpse In- The Beginning

Izzy notes : sorry this took so long, i was fighting my inner demons to NOT add too much and rewatching kpop demon hunters for the 6th time sooo…yeah, also just a heads up there’s a bit of plot before the steamy scenes so enjoy if you’re into that.

CW : Yandere!phainon, infantalizing behavior, pseudo-incest, watersports, unsafe sx, cnc, somno, foreshadowing, like…a LOT of foreshadowing, parent neglect, behavioral issues, multiple orgasms, large wand(lol), reader’s first time, basically disturbing behavior you dont want from a normal brother, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Phainon has never wanted for much in life.

Quiet, behaved, Too calm A well-dressed, well-mannered young lad raised by their loving parents. Mr. And Mrs. Goldenweaver. Ha has never wanted nor need for much, after all, being well fed and clothed with a roof over your head was enough no?

He listens as kids would fight over colored pencils and nap time blankets, all the screaming and yelling sometimes hurts his tiny ears, the daycare workers would always look at him with gratitude, as though thanking him for not being a difficult child, like his brothers.

He was only six when he would watch his friends complain over christmas presents after winter break was over, listening to them say how much they hated their parents for not telling Santa to get exactly what they wanted, instead of appreciating whatever parents could get their children by scrounging up whatever remained of their savings after paying their bills, and keeping food on the table. They werent as wealthy like his family and he knew theyenvied him when he tells them what his parents bought him for christmas.

Yet he couldnt help but feel as though they were the lucky ones, when family days rolls around all of his friends had their parents with them…except for them three,their teacher would akwardly wait beside until there was no more time to wait forthe vent to start. On their graduation from elementary all they got was visit from their dad’s secretary telling them how proud they were.

And cake. Don’t forget the cake.

A three-tier cake, one flavor for each sibling , made by the pastry chefs their mom hired. He thought their mom put in the request but no. it seems the cook just happened to remember their birthdays and favorite flavors.

So it was just them. This huge cake. And no one to share it with. In a big empty house.

Then again he wasn't like other children, he already knew that there was no Santa, no easter bunny and no tooth fairy. Just their parents trying to make it up to them, sneaking in to replace broken teeth with bills, surprising them with the latest toys, enrolling them to prestigious academies, providing them with all the luxuries and comforts money can and will buy when their supposed loving hearts were too empty and gentle hands stone cold. But He didn't need the latest car model his parents get him for aceing an exam, the kind he saw his friends always begging, bargaining, sometimes throwing embarrassing tantrums to get their parents to buy it for them, no urges to eat at the fanciest restaurants in all of Amphoreus, neither did he have the need to go to the biggest parties, downing alcohol like no tomorrow and hoping to get lucky with a pretty girl in his arms to get lucky with, like his many gaggle of friends hope to find.

But he will accept it, if thats all they’ll give them, he’ll take it.

All of it. He was the quiet sibling, the good sibling. Soft-spoken and helpful, the one eager to help you with your troubles, satisfied with anything and everything their parents had given them, grateful for every materialistic item, food, shelter they provided them with yet their eyes grow colder still. His brother in question, the one always mistaken for his twin; Khaslana jokes he may be the forgotten middle child between them with how empty and unwanting he felt. He wondered just how true that joke was. He remembers back when they were kids, short, pudgy, not hitting their growth spurt yet. Having a conversation topic that doesnt normally happen between 10 year-olds, a conversation that changed the trajectory of their lives…

You.

“you're like a doll you know that?” Khaslana told him one day, the whirring sound of the dishwasher keeps the room noisy, clanging with the dishes they just ate with. “Whatever do you mean?” Khaslana scoffs “sometimes i wonder if you're ever capable of anything besides being satisfied with the minimal that you’re given”.

Phainon looks up at him, “but…i am satisfied..brother”,

“You know that’s not what i meant” khaslana walks towards him, leaning his head onto phainon’s shoulder “sometimes….you act so weird..it’s like you’re pretending to be human and i wonder if you even love us…can you…even feel love?” He turns his head to face phainon. He just smiles, hands coming around to hug his brother close “of course i feel love, i love you,” he leaves a quick peck on khaslana’s forehead,

“And i love Reaver too” he beams. “You guys are all i need and i’m okay with that”

”Then…” khaslana purses his lips, “what do you think?” His arms tighten around phainon, “about?”

“That.”

“Mom adopting that kid?”

“Mhmm”

“What about it?”

“Do you think…” khaslana tries to find the words, “ that..mom will…love her more?”

Phainon hums, facing the sterile white ceiling of the chilling, clean kitchen, “ Are you wondering if she’s trying to replace us?” Khaslana hums, “honestly…does it really matter?”. He looks into Khaslana’s eyes, “ As long as we have eachother, i dont think it matters, besides it will be good for them, they could have the family they’ve always wanted…”.

Well, the daughter they’ve always wanted.

Not three ungodly accidents,

Boys that don’t know how to act like normal children.

Not them.

“But…what about you?”

There was silence right after, just two brothers comforting each other in their tight hold “if thats the case…..” Khaslana starts “ then she wont need us..yeah?” Phainon tilts his head as if to say ‘continue’ “ i don't think she’ll need our love at all, after all Father and Mother seem quite excited for her arrival.”

“So?…”

So we won’t need her either!, let’s keep our distance from the new kid!”

……

Phainon suddenly lets out a giggle “I never expected you to be this selfish”, his brothers just glares at him “ well there’s a first time for everything!” After a few laughs Phainon rests his forehead against his “Alright, we’ll go with your wishes yeah?” He strokes his brother’s cheeks “ it’s just us three okay?”

Khaslana nods back, “ just us three, always has been and always will be”

But of course life doesn't always turn out the way they had thought it would. When you were brought home, adoption papers signed with a neat flourish and your things(what little you had) packed into a little rucksack, face still dirty and eyes crusty from being yanked out of your bed to greet the couple that graciously decided you were a perfect addition for their family of five, you were mad….then plesantly surprised, and finally happy.

You were getting adopted!

And so soon too, your new parents seemed nice. and rich…like-reaaaally rich, you think you’ve seen them on T.V once or twice, they mentioned having sons and you couldn’t be more excited to have brothers!, you only hope they’re nice, you’ve heard stories of kids getting adopted into families with big broithers and they were really mean and stinky, you pray your new brothers aren’t like that.

However on the day you arrived, they had to be forced--dragged even (courtesy of khaslana) to greet you on your first day home. They didn't expect anything special, just a crying, sniffling, scared little girl who was only 6 and couldnt even protect herself (she probably couldn't even roughhouse or play swords with them!) and just happened to be that one special kid to be chosen by the great Goldenweaver family as their personal charity case. Yet when they looked down upon you from the top of the golden, gleaming staircase, dressed in your favorite pink dress, with flowers in your hair that you picked from the sidewalk of their home, and a bright, sweet smile on your face and eyes full of wonder as you took in the entirety of their mansion-like house. A face that looked like Aphrodite has molded and kissed to perfection.

Ah…

It was too late, they had fallen in love.

It was easy, introducing themselves to your tiny from when you hid behind their father, but it was easy to gain your trust when khaslana said his favorite color was pink, you instantly thought he was cool and quickly started chatting off their ears with your stories, he didnt mind, you were cute…like a little bird. Chirping and singing all your pretty tunes, hooking them to your song.

It wasn’t hard to love you, you radiated sunlight and sweet dreams, a being who was created to be loved and cared for. Bouncing around in the cutest dresses money can buy, you became the apple of their eye, for them to pour their love into you non-stop til you choked. From then on, your brothers had made it their life goals to coddle and baby you your whole life, they never let you do anything yourself, your parents were never really around, maybe they had noticed how attentive your brothers were to your every need and your brothers have made it their mission to take care of you unlike the way they had grown up. From feeding you, bathing you, cooking your favorites and remembering all your achievements and birthdays with a celebration to prepare, you've never felt like you were lacking, in love, care or shelter.

They've taken such good care of you.

You were always a good little sister, never disobeyed them and followed everything they did and everything they said, even if it became slightly weird…. I mean-bathing with your brother at 19 when he's already past twenty??

isn't that strange? your friends whisper, your brother would say that it wasn't wrong, everyone bathes with their loved ones, but isn't that when you're really young and only with parents?? He shushes you and shifts behind to grab another bath bomb, lemon raspberry, he drops it into the bathtub the colors popping yellow, pink and red, distracting you from the topic.

“Understand that your brothers love you so much,” he says behind you, his hands work the conditioner, vanilla, into your hair.

“We would do anything for you. Those people don't understand our bond, they don't even love each other the way we do” your mind recalls back to the time one of your friends had a huge fight with her sister in the cafeteria that resulted in them being suspended, the reason?

She stole her clothes.

A pink sweater and a black mini skirt to be precise.

Your mind flutters at his words, remembering the amount of times you had taken their clothes without permission, yet they never scolded to you, despite the ever growing collection of clothes in your huge walk in closet, you'd instead steal one of khaslana's shirt, his scent the most comfiest to sleep in, the smell comforting you with he wasn't around. They never tried to ask for it back either, you'd sometimes come home to have a shirt you've worn missing from your room, only to see phainon return later that evening with fresh, clean and folded laundry, the missing shirt right on top. You have become the light of their lives, an angel meant to save him, his reason for living. The only thing that makes him get up early in the morning to work. For your sake. For your future. In his fucked up head. He believes you are their messiah, someone who could do no wrong, his sweet girl. He cant live without you.

He understands your clinginess, you've never-truly known anyone else but them, since they made sure of it, you have abandonment issues, the fear of being left alone and forgotten, the boys knew this and exploited it to make sure they are all you thought about.

A week of their absence has resulted in nightmares, and terrible insomnia, that they would placate by coddling you the moment they returned but they can see how their lacking presence creates a you that’s full of fear and anxiety, they reveled in it.

Phainon checks on you late at night because of this, slight guilt hitting him. sometimes you're twisting and turning because of the nightmares, muttering and begging them to not leave you, a result he still regrets despite you acting the way they've wanted,

The glass of milk he brought with him heating up his palm, a splash of condensed milk, dusted with chocomalt powder on top, just the way you like it. Seeing you sound asleep, he almost turned to leave, when he noticed something, rather- he smelt something there was a wet patch in the bed, made noticable by the nightlight in your room, a gift from reaver.

His first thought was that ‘you started your period’ , a little early and his brain cycles through information to prepare for it, but then he finds that it wasn't...blood, He moves closer and the smell hits him even stronger. You….you—had pissed the bed, his mind short-circuits and recalibrates the information again and again like a broken record.

This was dangerous. ‘i should leave’, he thinks but then like a sign, you kick the blanket that was on your thighs before slightly spreading your legs, letting him see everything, your wet panties soaked in piss, cooling down rapidly now that its exposed to the night air, no doubt making you feel slightly uncomfortable.

His mouth waters, he can see the peaks of your hardened nipples through the white-almost teasingly translucent shirt you've stolen from him.

You had nothing else on.

He walks closer, the only thing repeating in his head was to change you yes, he was going to change you, just reach forward and pull off your cute panties—his favorite with the bunny print, that he often steals to jerk himself off to everything you did and said to him on those days--he should probably do the laundry—yes, yes it was time to do laundry. He was just going to remove it and wipe down your sensitive lips, he won't taste you, he swears! just wipe you down and replace it with another fresh pair-

Lick

Sluuurp—!

What was he doing again?

He mind blurs, ah- his mouth was now on you, devouring your little cunny with his terrible mouth, licking up the piss and slick that's pouring out so nicely for him.

His eyes gazed up at your enticing body from his position, you grew up so beautifully, the glow of the nightlight washes over your delectable body to create an ethereal glow. Tongue still licking up the sweet liquid pouring out of you nonstop, moving up and down, saliva dripping, sliding and adding to your juicy mess. his tongue pushes in your twitching hole, his body tingling at the feeling of resistance, ‘so tight’ he groans burying his face closer. He eats you out with vigor, a gusto he hasn’t shown even to his favorite meal, then again you are quickly climbing that number one spot for his most delectable meal.

You squirmed in your sleep, a pleasurable ache unfamiliar to you making you twist and turn, his calloused hands reach underneath your sleeping shirt to grope your breasts, holding each globe in his massive rough hands, easily finding your perky nipples, fingers playfully pinching and twisting them til they hardened prettily for him.

His mouth leaves your cunt momentarily to latch it onto an awaiting nipple, he swirls his tongue around it, sucking hard enough his cheeks hollow, he almost expects milk to burst out from how hard he was going, he swtiches it up and goes to abuse your left one this time.

Sticky saliva leaving a trail of his gluttony all over your sleepy, pliant body.

He nibbles around your areola, playfully grazing his teeth, before leaving it with a wet pop!, his thumbs flick your nipples, mesmerized by the intoxicated jiggle of your gorgeous bosom.

He can’t wait for these to fill up with milk.

Starving lips kisses down your sleeping self. Not careful. Not caring that you would wake up, feverish hands roam your alluring body with a ravenous hunger that licked and teased at his single strand of constraint.

Your breath hitches, moans spilling out of your plush lips, glossy with the lip mask you added on before you had gone to bed, the last step to your skin care routine. Yet you lay still sleeping, unaware of the dirty, deplorable things your brother was doing to you.

His body was hot, feverish already, fingers tingling with the desire to squeeze and mold you to his liking, hands brusing your body to the shape of his fingertips, to fill you up til you overflowed, his cock was twitching, precum making a mess in his clean, ironed slacks.

He didnt change out of his uniform yet.

Your soft perfumed hands, grasps at the sheets beneath you, phainon spreads your thighs to take in the sight of your messy pussy, all wet and eager, lips quivering around nothing, waititng for something hot and heavy to fill it, squeezing deliciously.

That sloppy cunt of yours easily taking in two of his thick fingers, they roughly push into your gummy walls, the pads of his fingers scraping against your sensitive insides. By now your eyes were opening, light seeping into your tired eyes, body adjusting to the feeling of whatever the fuck was fingering you right now.

you blink away the sleepiness, zeroing in on..phainon? You were confused, what was your brother doing? “Phainon?” You called, soft hands reaching for his face, flushed and heaving, his fingers do not stop thrusting, getting faster and faster til he adds a third finger and they hit a spot that makes you see stars. “Ah!’ you arch your back, hand pausing, he reaches for it, pressing your soft hand to his face, lips peppering kisses on your wrist, sucking on the pressure point there, before moving onto the palm of your hand, then your fingers, sucking on the digits like candy while he holds his gaze with your own hazy ones. “Nnhgnn…brother…haahh” you panted, he leans over to kiss you and you eagerly obey, lips mesh together messily, fighting for dominance til he wins unanimously, slippery tongue entering your mouth to taste you like so many times before.

You feel something coming, the feeling similar to wanting to pee and you jolt up to push phainon away, “ i..need to-!” You fruitlessy try to move away, wriggling backwards, only for him to use it to his advantage, his hands leave your soaking hole to spread your thighs wider, exposing you to anyone who was watching, his streght enough to keep you immobile. He lifts your lower half to his mouth, he licks up up from your crack to your clit, making you scream.

“Brother-!..please…im going to pee-…stopppp!!” He continues slurping up your juicy cunt, two fingers shove back in to abuse your tiny hole. He sucks your clit harshly, making you feel the slight graze of his teeth “ let go, darling..it will feel soo good~” he coos, a free hand coming to squeeze your boobs, a flick of your sensitive nipple and your gone, white noise filling your ears, as something hot and heavy spurts out of you nonstop, your brother’s mouth there to catch it all, mouth closing in around your delicate, sopping hole, slurping it alll up til theres not a drop left.

He puts you down slowly, hands coming to unbutton and release himself from the tight confines of his pants, pushing it down enough to let his hard, cum-covered cock out, bobbing freely, twitching an angry red, veins pulsing all over. He pulls you closer to him, rubbing his large shaft along your sloppy pussy lips, teasingly dragging it over your aching clit with his own desperate cockhead, the glands so sensitive hes sure he’ll bust the moment he enters you, “will you let brother make you feel good?” He leans over once more, arms coming to cage you in with no way out, “let big brother satisfy you okay? Will you let me?” You pant, chest heaving from the mind-blowing orgasm you just experienced. “ what—are you doing phainon?” Now, you were no stranger to sex, school has provided that education and your brothers have as well, but they glossed over the fact the siblings shouldnt be doing this, and you never thought it’d feel this good. But phainon said it should only be done when two people love each other very very much. Did he love you this much? like mom and dad do?

“I’m making you feel so nice, aren’t i?, arent i such a good brother?” He purrs, sliding his cock against your soaking cunt, catching your clit along the way and making both of you groan. His breath hitches as he tries to hold back the urge to just slam inside and fuck you like no tomorrow, to turn you over on all fours and slam into you so deep he reaches your wombs, your walls will grip him so deliciously before he busts all up inside you nonstop, his cum will spill through the sides creating a nice ring of cream all over his greedy dick, creampieing you til the next morning when he can clean you up with a good morning cunnilingus before he fill you up one more time for good luck.

But he can’t.

He should be patient, ask your permission to cross the bridge they havent before.

Then again, they’ve always been the first to test your boundaries, to see how much will you let them take til you bite back, let them get away with til you’ve had enough, How they made it seem so normal as your big brothers for them to touch you like this, playing with your body and making you feel things you’ve never felt til you’re a dripping mess all over your favorite silk sheets.

And how no one else but them should touch you like this, they had no right, they weren’t your brothers and shouldn’t even think nor breathe of you—unworthy of being glanced by your pretty eyes and radiant smile.

“So can i? Huh?…i promise ill make you feel sososoooo good, and you’ll your big brother sooo happy. you want me to be happy dont you?” He almost growls that last sentence out, and the sound of it makes vyour skin crawl with the fear that they will leave you again, all by your lonesome, no friends, no one to talk to, nothing to do if you say no. “ make me feel good phainon” you purr, hips going up to match him in tandem, you pulled him downflush against you to pepper kisses against his neck, the back of it most sensitive and you take advantage of that by blowing over it and leaving soft wet kisses.

Your mouth latches on his ears, another sensitive place, licking up the many piercings he has. “I love you y/n” he gasps, delirious with lust, the scent of your combined arousal drowning his senses, he lines his weeping slit against your “i love you i love you i love you bigbrotherloveslovesloveeess-youuu..-!’ With one deep thrust, he bottoms out completely, stronng toned thighs clenching against your soft ass, heavy balls full of cum pressed closed to you and ready to spill.

“Ahn-!” He gasps out, as if he were in agony, painfully still, the feeling of your luscious walls tantalizingly groping and squeezing around him so heavenly, it was euphoric, his whole body tenses up to stave off his impending orgasm. hands planting themselves by the sides of your voluptuous body. his breathing pants were desperate, he forces himself to relax, sweat pouring down his temples fighting the urge to just lean down and kiss you, he was sure would be the end of him and he would bust his loaded nuts all over inside you like an inexperienced virgin.

Puppy-like whimpers leave his clenched mouth when you squeeze him again, it was maddening, he thoguht he was ready but it felt like the she-devil lilith was within you, just begging him to let loose and pound you like there’s no tomorrow, fill you up til theres no way you were not pregnant as he fucks within an inch of your life.

You were no better, the throbbing object inside you was huge, phainon was definiely made to be a stud, his cock was fit and snug inside you, you stare at the bulge in your gut, your lower half felt like molten lave dipped in flames, it was too much and not enough at the same time, it felt like the falmes of completion were licking at your feet when you wanted nothing more than for it to engulf you completely. Your pussy swallowed him up so easily, you almost wondered if you were ever a virgin, after all how did your tiny cunt, take something as big as that in.

You shivered in anticipation, phainon’s face was contorted inpain, you wanted to reach over and smooth out the lines and wrinkles and kiss him better but your mind was spinningwith all the sensations happening. Ten he started moving, slowly at first like he was introducing himself to your shy cunt, basically just rutting againt you.

shlup! Shlup! Shlup! The sounds of his meaty cock slamming again and again inside your sloppy hole was so embarrassingly loud it made your whole body flush, he makes you hold your legs to your chest, in a mating press now to angle his cock even deeper inside you.

He almost instantly increases his pace, his cock jackhammering into you fast, you bounce slightly due to the force of his thrusts, hands once more going to fondle your breasts, shoving one into his mouth while he pounds away uncaringly rough, your body doing nothing but taking it so obediently.

He suddenly pulls back, then turns you over til you are now on your side before thrusting back in. The new angle reaches deeper and you throw your head back in pleasure, silent screming in your mind when his bulbous tip rubs against your g-spot. He notices and focuses his rapid strokes inside your pulsating walls, making sure to slam into that one spot. You screamed into the pillow, no longer holding back your sounds, nails digging into the material uselessly for something to ground you as you feel another orgasm coming up.

“Brother-!..ah… nnaggah. .im…im gonna-!” You sobbed, the pleasure hitting you all at once, rough fingers find your clit slick with your juices, he rubs it with fervously and the sensation finally, finally sends you over the edge, white blinds you for a moment, toes curling at the hot feeling of your fluids gushing all over his still pistoning cock, soaking him with your release.

“Ah!…ngh.. ah!” He doesn't stop, overstimulation taking over you, you desperate try to escape but he pulls you back “ I’m not done yet” he snarls, eyes wide and crazy with lust at the thought of you leaving him high and dry, incomplete with his cock all chubbed up and angry. He won’t let you.

You find yourself on all fours now, like in his many fantasies, breathless chuckles leave him, you look so small and vulnerable like this. He quickly mounts you, he could already hear his brothers calling him nothing but a dog in a rut but he doesn't care. He fucks you at an inhumanly fast pace, hips slamming into your ass nonstop. The fat jiggles seductively and he notes to himself to mark it up later. Hands leaving their fingertips all over your waist, digging into the softness of your body.

It’s coming! It’s coming-! his eyes roll to the back of his head as his orgasm approaching like a freight train. ”Fuck, fuck fu—ahnn…!” He moves even faster, harder, battering into your abused cunt like he was gonna die if he didn’t cum inside you this moment, his hips were practically plastered to your ass, chest pressed down to your back, basically rutting against you, til his movements stutter and you fill a hot—almost burning burst of liquid quickly fill you up, he still didn’t stop, he pushes and pushes as if trying to shove his his dick deeper than it could go. “Ah….ahnnn….!” He moans into your hair, glops of thick cum escaping the sides of your stuffed pussy and dripping onto the sheets, a nice creamy ring decorating his still pulsating cock.

It was silent for a while, just heavy breathing echoing in sync as you both catch yourselves, after a while phainon spoke, “how was your first time?”, at his question you crack aneye open to stare at him through your peripheral. “You’re heavy…get off” he sheepishly laughs before slowly moving and then quickly hugging you side by side, tucking your head into his chest, “well?” He questions again, leaving sweet kisses on the crown of your head. You hummed, replaying the events in your still surprisingly sleepy mind “it wasn't bad…” you start, he beams down at you if he had a tail and ears it would be wagging and twitching non-stop.

“But it wasn’t that good either”

Cue imaginary ears and tail drooping.

His eyes were bubbly, tears at the edges like he actually couldnt believe you would rate him that way “ why was it not the best?!” He almost whines, a huge pout on his face. “First off, no romantic dinner, you didn’t give me a full body massage’ you start listing off, comically putting out a finger for everything he didn’t do ”NOR did you prepare me a champagne bubble bath, with roses” you narrow your eyes at him for this “ you didnt even cook me my favorites tonight! And i KNOW Khaslana would’ve done all that and more!’ You turn away and ‘harumped’

“Wha-“ he starts before he composes himself “i’m sorry but i didnt even mean for this to happen… i-i-i just saw you and you were wearing my shirt, and those panties and then i just couldn’t help myself!” He defends ‘i dont think i should mentioned how she pissed the bed’ he grimaces at the thought of you kicking him out for that. ‘Yeah definitely not’

“Alright then” he smiles “ i’ll make it even better next time okay? With your fav dinner, full body massage, rose bath and all that okay?”

“Don’t forget the champagne!” You remind him. He chuckles “of course, of course” it’s like as soon as you turned legal you became an alcoholic fiend like Reaver, he hopes your livers are okay after thirty.

“but ummm..now that thats done..” he wonders “ could we..do it again?” You turn around surprised, just to look down and that his dick is in fact, still as hard as a fucking rock “did you not soften that entire time we were talking?” You shake your head in disbelief “ actually, just your presence alone is enough to give us a raging boner so i don’t know how this is going to soften me” he presses his face into your hair, breathing in your sweet scent. “Please…please please? I’ll be gentle i promise”

He pleads, hips rutting against you like the dog he was, cock rubbing between your plush thighs, he could cum from this.

You yawn “alright..but try not to wake me up alright?” You scoot over a bit, “i’m actually really tired and i wish to have my beauty sleep”.

He wait stil you’re actually asleep before he moves to continue what he planned to do.

His mouth made it's way back to your cunt, hungry mouth swallowing up your juices like a man in a desert, his lips sucking your sensitive plump lips, pulling it back to expose your pretty hole which he fucks with his tongue, tasting the flavors of you both mixed together.

He fucks you in multiple positions before he decides by the fifth? maybe sixth? Round that he was done abusing your pussy for the night, his cock was driving itself in and out of your sloppy cunt-nevermind he meant the seventh round, he groans into your boobs his handssquishing them harsh to his head to suffocate him. His balls felt tight and he knew his last one was coming, he picks up the pace, there was so much cum it flooded beneath you both.

His mind getting delirious with the thought of you dropping out, and just being with them forever. They can take care of you. You don't need a career. You just need to love them, take care of them like a wife would, need them, crave them like they crave you….and maybe pop out a babies for them (phainon suggests 2 for each brother).

With a final thrust, he pours the last of his strength to stuff his cock deep inside your womb he was sure his tip entered your womb, his dick pulsed and twitched, letting out thick ropes of cum nonstop like a broken faucet.

He sighs in relief, getting comfortable in your boobs wwhich he decides to use as pillows, he cockwarms you until next morning when his brothers come in to see the mess you both made.

END

More izzy notes: bruh sorry this took so long, i ended up adding more plot then neccesary lol,

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 1 day ago

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Stan needs to make his brother (not sure what to put here) or he will turn to stars and be set in the sky

Yes I'm making him the little mermaid, Sue Me I just realized that since this one doesn't want to go through the other asks could have not reached you

Hmmm. Hmmmmmm.

I'm gonna make this one somewhat sad to start off with.

Stan dies, full on is not alive, but he did it in a pretty heroic way cosmically and so gets a favor of his choosing. Well, he'd like to not die, if that's on the table? That's somewhat difficult, but! He has a twin. All he has to do is get his twin to embrace him and Stan can have a second chance. If not Stan's time on earth is done, and because he tried for life his soul won't be able to pass on or reincarnate, he'll get put into the sky instead.

No pressure or anything.

Time to reconnect with his brother so he doesn't die then! Just gonna drive up to his house, knock on the door and spread his arms wide, grinning and ready to get a second chance at life!

Or a door to the face in this instance. That's fine. It's fine! He's got one month to get Ford to hug him or he'll disintegrate into stars and become a constellation forever! That's plenty of time to get one (1) hug!

Cue shenanigans as Stan's trying to speed run a reconciliation but Ford doesn't really want to hear it not only because Stan didn't apologize and is acting like nothings wrong, Fiddleford and Bill are telling him stan just wants something. Fiddleford thought it was sincere but the way Stan's sleazy nature and desperation are coming across scream scam and from Fords own muttering about criminal activities he's now pretty sure Stan wants money for drugs or to pay of debts or something. Bill actually knows what's going on, but he's also telling Ford that Stan only wants money.

Times moving on, Stan's setting up crazy meet ups in town and im the woods, its actually starting to work, Fords warming up to him, and it feels so natural to hang out with his bro and do fun stuff in the woods and funky pranks!

Until Ford realizes he's weeks behind schedule, Stan messes up one of his exhibitions to the crash site to get supplies, and he still hasn't said sorry. Stan, not knowing about the portal, brushes the timeline and misadventure off, it's no big deal! Ford can get more stuff later, and he's an adult, he makes his own timeline (not like Stan, who's got a very real deadline to meet in a more permanent sense).

Ford explodes, finally let's loose his feelings about Stan's nonchalant attitude towards his wants, about only caring about Ford when Ford can give him something, about how Ford has a life now, and Stan can't just walk back like nothing happened. It's like everytime Fords about to achieve something Stan deliberately comes to ruin it, and why can't Stan just take a hint! Fords not some mark for a two bit con man criminal like Stan to cozy up to!

(Ford loves Stan, but he's been acting just like a desperate teen, hasn't matured, and he's under so much pressure to put up with whatever scheme Stan's trying to rope him into).

Alrighty then! Ford wants Stan gone! He's gone! Have fun with your nerd stuff and see you never! Stan was just trying to be brothers again but Fords too stuck on his high horse, thinking he's better than everyone because he has his own house and job and a purpose in life! Sorry Stan was trying so hard for no reason! Shoulda known this was pointless from the start!

Stomps off before Ford can retaliate or realize exactly what Stan said. He's got like a day or two left, and he's gonna spend it living life as he always wanted, causing chaos and not caring about the consequences.

Ford fumes, stomping off and frustrated that Stan hasn't realized Ford can't just drop everything to have fun in the woods, and that some people have work they need to do! Mopes back at home, feeling worse than before, angry and sad and lonely, tries to get work done and can't focus on anything.

Falls asleep, rants at Bill, and Bill being Bill and shooting himself in the foot tells Ford good riddance, at least that eyesore will finally get out of the picture and stop distracting Ford. Sure it'll be a pain to have the guy looming over them the whole time, but that's easily ignorable!

Ford: what?

Cue haha no big deal confession that Stan's got less than 24 hours before his times up. Too bad Bill doesn't know how to keep him here and Fords gone. Time to be awake and find Stan because even if he was angry he didn't want his brother to die, to not ever see him again, and he was having fun the last few weeks, was just too stubborn to admit it without an apology and looking back Stan's actions really do fit a man with limited time left on the clock. Eager to hang out all the time, jumping in on whatever Ford was doing, trying to rekindle an old relationship like nothing happened, because the faster they could have fun the more happy memories Stan would have before the end.

Runs around town, ropes Fiddleford into helping (oh god I can see it, had an uncle with cancer was the same way before he passed. You're not helping Fiddleford), frantically interrogating townsfolk and getting yelled at for Stan's crime spree, and to Fords horror its some list of crime Stan made as a kid as things to do before he died, like pantsing police, vandalizing in broad daylight, locking bikes together, etc. Childish goofs that horrify him as he hears each one.

Finally finds Stan at the lake, bottles of beers around him, car nicely cleaned up with a note on the dash, staring at the water.

His edges are kinda blurry already, tiny bits of him flaking away as the sun sets and his time on earth comes to a close.

Fords so relieved he made it, grabs Stan and yells about how if Stan was dying why didn't he say anything! Why was he gonna let himself drop off the face of the earth without even trying to fix it! Why waste his time with all the childish games and goofing around!

Well it wasn't games and goofing to Stan. He did try to stop it, but it was made pretty clear that what he needed, Ford wasn't going to give. Shrugs Fords hands off, downs his last bottle, stumbles away and turns, setting sun shining through him as he does a last speech, how he was a good for nothing nobody who only ever tried his best and got it wrong every time, how he was sorry he screwed up Fords life, sorry he tried butting in one last time, how the last few weeks have been the happiest he's ever had in ten years, and he's sorry they were so miserable for Ford. How now Ford doesn't have to worry about Stan messing up his life anymore, he's gonna go be some kind of star guy? Not sure on the details but he's kinds fading into tiny stars and going up? And not that Ford cares, but Stan's always gonna be rooting for him up there, put in a good word with the other stars or something. And this is kinds scary, and he's crying, but it's fine because no one's gonna miss some two bit con man criminal like Stan.

And then the sun sets, and Stan's about to explode into stars and be gone forever, when Ford grabs him into a hug, also crying about how he does care, and please don't go, he's also had a lot of fun, but was just so frustrated with Stan and how he acted like nothing happened or said sorry, but he never wanted Stan gone forever. Clings to Stan for like five minutes before Fiddleford coughs and Ford looks up to see Stan fully solid and also clutching Ford and crying.

Then he gets yelled at because really? A hug? Stan almost died for a hug? Why didn't he say anything?

Stan, lying: I couldn't. For magic reasons.

Ford, a sucker: that makes sense 🥺

Fiddleford, also a sucker but somewhat less of one: 😑

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #stan pines #ford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #stan the curse man

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lycanlure · 3 days ago

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A Painful Lesson

Giselle (g!p) x Male Reader

TW : Dom!Giselle, Sub!Reader(m), g!p, non-con, forced-s3x, painful s3x, drunk(reader), alchoh0l, d3epthr0at, gagging, reader being a former bully of hers, and a lot.

As my head bobbed on Giselle's cock, her hand kept forcing me to go deeper.

"Gguk- Nghh, Ggak!" Spit and drool dropped on the floor, as her cock kept driving inside my throat.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so-" She came deep inside my throat, coating them in white.

Hot sticky cum filled your throat, deep and inescapable.

I can only stare blanky on her pelvic tattoo, swallowing her cum.

Inch by inch, she slowly pulled put her cock, every inch of it had white stains.

She held my jaw, weak and hanging...

"Wasn't that good?" She said as my head was spinning.

I drank too much, and she took advantage of it.

"Nggh, p-please... s-stop" Flopping on the floor, chin grounded.

She bit her lip, her eyes wandered on me...

Before that, she pulled down her pants completely and walked towards me.

"You know, sluts like you should be fucked till your guts are hanging out" She giggled and smacked my clothed behind.

"Nice, ass you got here." She grabbed my ass, hard and firm.

She then ripped my shorts off, she then lifted me.

My knees supported my whole lower body, whilst she spat on my hole.

Her cock was already pointing at my hole, ready to pry me open like shut tight clam.

"N-Nggh, no..." I screamed, I tried, I can only produce whispers now.

My throat was battered by her cock.

My ass is now fully lubricated. She started to forcefully thrust inside me, slowly.

It felt like I was being opened, ripping my body apart.

"How do you like it, huh?" She spat on my face.

Her large cock, drove inside me, painfully slow, gaping me.

"I-I'm so sorry, plea-" I wanted to finish, but she grabbed my neck, drove it deeper into the ground, choking me.

"Shut. The. FUCK. UP!" Her words screeched.

Her cock stopped on my prostate, slowly probing it.

"Feels so good to violate my bully like this," She crushed the back of my neck, I slowly began to lose air but she soften her grip as she felt my breathing began to get fast.

Her hips soon began to thrust faster, and my ass slowly made sounds, sounds that soon I'll stop hearing.

Our skin smacked at eachother violently as her pace began to get faster and faster.

"AHH! P-PLEASE M-MY-" I cried, her cock rammed my insides violently, I can only feel the slipping of her cock inside of me and the painful grip she has on my hips.

My hips started bleeding because of her nails, and her pace turned animalistic as she felt her climax nearing.

"FUCK! I'M COMING!!!" She gripped my waist, tighter this time, I bite my lip in pain, as it bled too.

She kept pulling me in, deeper and deeper, every thrust explored my insides, exploring parts that I never knew a cock can explore.

She then flipped me over. Now, I'm faced to face with her.

Her eyes locked onto mine, her tongue out, and breath hot.

"FUCKING FEEL IT, SLUT!" She choked my neck with her other hand.

Her nails were bleeding because of my hips.

She smothered my blood onto my neck, as her climax neared.

She tightened her grip, and let out a growl.

A growl so animalistic that your stomach churned.

She exploded inside of you, her hot sticky cum splurted inside.

"You took it like a good slut" She said as my beaten body layed in the ground, cold, bruised.

After that, she punched my face until my nose bled, cheeks bruised, lips and mouth bleeding.

"Anything you wanna say, slut?"

"I-Im sorry, p-please, s-stop..."

"AGGH!! N-NO MORE, PLEASE!"

My voice shrieked. Every time I tried to scream, my voice would break, and each time I did, I was slowly losing the very thing that could save me, my voice.

"sorry"

Slam!

"P-Please, I can't t-take it anymore..."

Smack!

...

"Shit, for a beaten face, you still look like you need more"

She grabbed my face and threw a punch that landed on the chin, it shook my brain, it felt even worst as I landed on the concrete

I wasn't drunk anymore, I was sober as ever, and she continued to beat me, grab my hair, and use me again.

Maybe I do deserve this...

She then left me, battered and bruised...

But then, she came back with more... people?

#giselle smut #g!p #g!p giselle #femdxm #smut #fantasy #aespa smut #male sub #followers #kpop smut #kpop gg smut

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strangesthirdeye · 2 days ago

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Story 3: The Last of Her (Joel Miller x wife! Reader)

Summary: can't let you go

Warning: dark, possession, obsession, denial, infected, bite, a horde of infected. Blood, grief, insane.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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You and Joel Miller had always been survivors.

Even before the world collapsed, life had been hard—grief, loss, blood on your hands. But through it all, you had Joel, and he had you. Years passed, scars faded, and somehow, the two of you found something close to peace in Jackson.

Married. Stable. Alive.

You went on patrols together. Cooked together. Slept under warm blankets while the wind howled beyond the walls. Even Ellie said it once, half-annoyed, half-admiring:

"You two are gross. But, like… the cute kind of gross."

You had built a life. A fragile, precious life.

Until the day it shattered.

You'd volunteered for a simple sweep. Just you and Joel—familiar terrain, near an abandoned ski lodge. You were laughing when it started, teasing him about his graying beard.

Then the horde hit.

Infected. Fast ones. Runners, clickers, stalkers—everything all at once.

You fought like hell. Back to back. Always limit each other's six.

Until you didn't.

Until you felt teeth.

Until the searing heat of pain made your knees buckle.

Joel turned just in time to see it.

Your sleeve soaked red. The bite is already swelling. You pushed him back.

"Joel. Go."

"No."

"Joel, I'm bit!"

"I ain't leavin' you!"

He screamed as he shot the last runner. Wild eyes. Chest heaving. He dropped to his knees beside you, cradling your face.

You tried to stay strong.

"Please. Please don't watch me become that."

He kissed you. Bloody, desperate. His hands shook.

"You ain't gonna become nothin'. I'll fix it."

But you both knew there was no fixing this.

Still, he didn't go. He stayed until your breathing stopped.

Only... you didn't stay dead.

Three days later. You came back.

Not fully. Not you. But the thing that used to be you wandered the outskirts of the woods—dull-eyed, twitching, snarling softly.

And Joel found you.

He raised his gun. Shaking. Crying.

You took a step towards him, mouth half open, a hiss curling in your throat.

But he couldn't do it.

He couldn't shoot you.

Instead, he brought you to an abandoned farmhouse. Tied your arms—gently. Reinforced the windows. Covered the mirrors.

And for weeks... he took care of you.

He brought you raw meat. Sometimes infected deer, sometimes scraps from patrols.

He changed your clothes. Wipe your face.

He talked to you like you were still there.

"Remember that beach in Galveston? You hated the sand. Said it got everywhere."

You'd twitch. Groan. Saliva dripping from your lips.

But to him, it was you.

He didn't tell Tommy. Or Maria. Or Ellie.

He made up excuses. Said he needed time alone. He went on patrols, but never for long. Always back by dusk. Back to you.

To the creature that still looked like the woman he married.

Until one day, someone followed him.

A scavenger from Jackson. A kid. Curious.

They saw everything.

You. The monster. The makeshift bed. The chain around your ankle.

They ran back to Jackson, wide-eyed and panicked.

The next night, Tommy, Ellie, and two armed guards showed up at the house.

Joel answered the door, shotgun in hand.

"She's in there, Joel. We know."

"Back off."

"She's one of them. You know what we have to do."

"You touch her, and I'll put you in the goddamn ground."

There was a standoff. Joel stood like a wall—aging, grief-stricken, mad.

Then, behind them, they heard your groan. That low, inhuman rasp. Nails dragging against the floorboards.

Ellie's voice cracked. "Joel... she's gone."

But Joel only looked back inside, eyes softening.

He walked to you. Sat beside you.

You snapped weakly at the water. Joel stroked your matted hair like nothing was wrong.

"You feelin' any better today, baby?"

"I brought you somethin' sweet. Remember how you used to love peaches?"

Outside, they watched him whisper, smile, laugh softly at nothing.

Tommy murmured, "He's lost his damn mind."

But no one could bring themselves to kill her. Or stop him.

So they left. Quiet. Unsettled.

Back in town, rumors spread. Some said Joel had snapped. Others said he was protecting a secret horror. A few, the quiet ones who knew Joel well, said it was grief. That he couldn't let go.

And in that rotting farmhouse, Joel sat beside you every night.

Telling stories. Holding your cold hand.

Loving you through the decay.

Because to him, you were still his wife.

And he wasn't about to leave you.

Not again.

#horror fictional characters stories series #horror #joel miller x reader #joel miller angst #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller #the last of us x reader #the last of us #tlou #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

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therapyandprozac · 4 hours ago

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Rating: E! 18+ ONLY

Words: 1.9k

Summery: Reader get panic attacks in thunderstorms, reader has a chronic illness. Bucky comforts them and more ;)

Warnings: Oral r and m receiving, storm description to set the scene

an: summer storms are killing my spouse’s astrophobia, so I wrote this for them.

snippet: You can’t help but moan around him, as he sees that you are actually okay with this he lets the pleasure guide him and fucks into your mouth with nearly reckless abandon. “So close fuck gonna cu-oh can I cum down your throat, darling?”

“Bucky gets home at 9. I just have to hold out until he gets here. I’m okay, it’s going to be okay.” You say to yourself, before an ear-shattering crack of thunder shakes your house and you scream. Running to your bedroom you grab your headphones and start playing your loudest 40’s playlist. Reminding you of Bucky and blending the loud crashes and bangs with the trumpets and other brassy instruments that fills that style of music. You find a spot on the floor in a closet where you feel safe to wait. Boom after crack, shake after shake. Your breathing is stuttering and your body is vibrating with fear.

The door opens wide with a blinding light and your Bucky comes running in to kneel next to you. He is soaking wet and slightly out of breath from running through the house trying to find you.

“Doll I tried to text you!” His voice is soft but concerned, his touch is despratly eager.

“I don’t know where my phone IS!” You shout the last word as the thunder shakes the house again, this time the lights flicker and you cover your hands over your eyes. “S-sorry Bucky.” You stutter out.

“Take a deep breath for me baby.” He says just above a whisper, gently guiding you through a favorite breathing technique of yours. He’s so kind as you hyperventilating slowly evolves into a steady and consistent breath pattern. “Good, good girl, that’s it.” His words repeat from last night, but this time to help soothe you instead of praise you.

“Put these in your ears baby, they’re the ones I use at work when Walker opens his mouth.” You giggle and do as he asks, the silence is all you hear. Bucky pulls out his phone and puts on one of only three playlists on Spotify, the same horns and brass instruments from earlier erupts into your ears. ‘You’ve got to get a pair of these,’ you think to yourself before you feel the house shaking.

“I can still hear it.” You say apparently too loud as Bucky jumps back slightly you laugh and whisper. “Sor-” he cuts you off with a gentle kiss.

”No more sorry, Doll.” He kisses your forehead and waits for you to finish what you were saying, thankfully you held onto your thoughts despite how breathless you feel right now.

“It’s still so loud.” You whisper nearly panting.

“Sweet girl, keep breathing love.” He says loud enough for you to hear, you assume he's heard endless examples of just how loud you need to be to get the attention of the wearer of these.

“I can make them stronger but you won't be able to hear me.”

“Do it! We’re great at charades.” You chuckle and he taps one of the buds twice.

“ANC on.” The little voice in the headphones says and you can hear your heartbeat, you can’t hear him. You just hear Bucky’s playlist.

“I only feel th- the shake.” You say clutching the carpet as the house shakes with the ferocity of another crack of thunder.

“I’ll make you feel a shake.” You don’t hear Bucky's dirty joke but if you had, what followed would make more sense. He smirks when you don’t respond, verifying that you can’t hear him. “I love you peaches.” He whispers though you can’t hear him either way, a new nickname you’ve never heard and still haven’t.

“I see your lips moving but I can’t hear you.” You try to whisper not to be too loud. He smiles and drops his hands to his sides and suddenly he lifts two fingers to his lips and spreads them, flicking his tongue between them. You laugh at him and as you lean forward he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“I love you Bucky, thank you.” You say, hoping you’re not yelling.

“I love you so much, now let me eat you out.” You can’t hear him but you take his inviting hand as he stands up and guides you over to your shared bed. You’d been together for a few years, you’ve shared this house for a lot longer though. The music blocked out any sound, but you can tell from Bucky’s reaction that some loud thunder just crashed.

“Couldn’t hear it Bu-” He kisses you to shut you up and pushes you onto the bed with a soft smile and nod. He runs his fingers up your thighs and removes your panties from under your dress. He grabs your hips aggressively and pulls you up to his lips.

Diving in like his life depended on it, must have been a rough day at work you think to yourself as he devours your cunt. Your left hand reaches for the bed sheet and grips as hard as you can as he gently bites your clit, rapidly licking at your clit like he’s got one mission tonight.

“Fuck Buck!” You moan and run your free hand through his hair pulling it taut and he groans moving his right hand between your legs and feeling how wet you’ve gotten for him.

“Mmm, my doll.” He gruffly moans as he plunges two fingers deep inside you, you feel him curl and extend his fingers as you send the other hand into his hair as well. Pulling hard, to make him give you more? You don’t know you just need him and as he adds another finger his tongue flattens against your clit, fluttering in such a tantalizing way. He moans as you pull another tug from his hair, cumming around his large fingers.

“Fuck Bucky!” You shout as another crash of thunder hardens Bucky’s muscles but you miss it entirely swept up in your post orgasam haze. He doesn’t stop fucking his fingers into you, his pace on your clit remains the same and the fires of over stimulation stir in your cunt as you build quickly toward another one. “Buck,” your voice is different, almost begging for something you can’t decipher but Bucky does. He adds another finger and pushes as deep as he can, you scream “Shit, shit, Bucky,” and cum on him again. Pulling his fingers out he sucks them into his mouth and groans like he wasn’t just tasting you moments ago. You cover your face with your hands as the embarrassment creeps up your shoulders.

“You taste too good to let go to waste.” You don’t hear Bucky say as he strips and you shuffle eagerly to the edge of the bed laying on your back with your head hanging off the bed.

“Saw it today!” You yelled forgetting he can hear you perfectly fine. “Whoops,” you whisper. “Buck will you fuck my throat please, look it’s perfect!” You open your mouth and he walks up to you slowly, sure enough it’s the perfect height for him to take you in this way.

“Are you sure?” Bucky takes a deep breath and asks you the same question in sign language, you sign yes over and over. He leans over and kisses your beautiful lips before lining himself up, he nods to you and you nod back telling him to continue. You find yourself locked in eye contact with him, he still seems hesitant. You stretch your tongue out and lick what little of his cock you can reach. “Bucky please, it’ll feel good baby.” You groan, eyes transfixed on his cock taunting you just out of reach.

“Don’t want to hurt you, doll.” You can’t hear him but you see his lips move and just reach your arms to his hips and pull him in closer. Before he can move away he’s in your mouth and he can’t resist now that your warm, wet mouth is so eagerly awaiting him. He groans and steps all the way forward so he's just a little closer. You moan around him and lick what he’s given you so far, licking the tip over and over special attention to the slit when he wouldn’t give you more.

“Bucky, I can still talk!” You say shouting on purpose this time, careful not to bite him. He doesn’t say anything you just see his chest rise in a deep breath before test thrusting, you can’t help the groan that spills out of you as he shallowly fuck into your mouth again and again. “Mmmgmore.” You can still talk and are annoyed with him when he gives in and gives you what you’ve been begging for. He takes a step and closes the gap between you two.

“Fuck this is- doll I,” he gasps out though you can only hear the music in your ears. He can’t help himself now, you knew he’d get here if he’d stop standing in his own way. You feel him fill up your mouth with his perfect size and weight you hum around him driving him too go deeper. “Shit I can see it in your throat, you okay sweet girl?” He asks forgetting that you cant hear him or respond clearly barely holding onto his thoughts. He lets himself go slowly at first, testing the waters as he finds his pacing and thrusts into your mouth. You cant help but moan around him, as he sees that you are actually okay with this he lets the pleasure guide him and fucks into your mouth with nearly reckless abandon.

“So close fuck gonna cu-oh can I cum down your throat, darling?” The first words you actually hear him say since the earbuds went in, as he stands there cock in your mouth and an ear bud between his fingers. You groan and don’t say anything, you just reach your arms over your head and grab his ass pulling him as far in as you could and swallowing deliberately around his shaft.

With a gasp and the sound of the ear bud hitting the floor Bucky stuffs your throat with all of him, no holding back now blinded by a need to cum he rips his hips with ferocity. With a strained moan he cums so far down your throat that you can't taste him until he pulls out. He kneels and kisses you, wiping the spit and a little bit of cum from your lips and cheeks.

“Mmm no more thunder?” You ask realizing you’ve been listening to the outside world for a little while now. He chuckles and you say “What?” You run your fingers through his long hair.

“S-stopped while I was eatin’ you out.” He slurs in his post orgasmic haze, still cocky enough to chuckle again though.

“You fucked me through the storm,” Your eyes are wide as they meet his heavily hooded ones. “Bucky that might be the hottest and kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He smiles that crooked smile and kisses you again.

“Doll, anytime.” He whispers in your ear and bites it gently, feeling more like a threat than a promise, you couldn’t be happier.

- beautiful banners by @novathellama

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mrs-johnson · 20 hours ago

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“She’s Not a Child”

Tangerine x Autistic!Female Reader

Warnings: Comfort, Domestic | Light Drama | Found Family | Protective Tangerine | Neurodivergent Representation

Summary: Reader, who has autism, picks up her daughter from daycare and starts stimming happily when she hears her child had a good day. Another parent makes a rude comment, calling her a “child,” and the next day, Tangerine confronts them.

The bell over the daycare door gave a cheerful chime as you stepped in.

The room smelled faintly of crayons, juice, and overly disinfected plastic. You knew the layout by heart—five steps to the sign-in sheet, six more to the circle rug, and then the part that always made your hands flutter gently at your sides:

The moment she saw you.

“Mummy!” your daughter squealed, barreling toward you with her chubby arms open and her little boots thudding across the floor.

Your stimming kicked in before you even had a chance to think—your hands flapped gently, your fingers bouncing against your palms as you dropped to your knees. “Hi, sweetheart! Hi-hi-hi!” you laughed, feeling your heart soar as she threw herself into your arms.

“She was so good today,” one of the teachers said warmly. “She helped clean up snack time, and she told another child that her mummy makes the best lasagna.”

You beamed, rocking side to side slightly with your daughter in your lap, your excitement humming under your skin. “That’s my girl,” you whispered, pressing kisses to her soft hair. “She’s like me.”

“She really is,” the teacher said with a smile. “Same quiet focus. Same sharp eyes.”

You didn’t notice the woman by the counter until you were halfway through a soft, echoing hum—one you’d been using all morning to help regulate the leftover anxiety from the train ride here. It was quiet, tuneful. Harmless.

But the woman was watching.

And frowning.

⸻

Later that day, it happened.

Tangerine was home early. He’d gotten back from a job the night before and refused to even blink in the direction of another mission. Not with his girls waiting for him.

He was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, watching your daughter try to stack bananas like building blocks when the phone rang.

It was the daycare director.

Apparently… a parent had complained. Claimed that your “behavior” during pickup made you look “unstable”—too childlike to be a parent. That maybe, just maybe, your daughter would be safer being picked up by someone else.

Tangerine stared at the phone in silence for a long, dangerous moment.

Then hung up.

Then put his coat on.

⸻

You were sitting on the floor with your daughter when the door opened sharply an hour later. Your stimming had returned again—gentle tapping against your knees as you softly repeated one of her favorite rhymes. “Five little ducks went out one day…”

Tangerine stepped in, brow tight.

You looked up at him, concerned. “Tange…?”

He dropped to his haunches in front of you and kissed your forehead. Then your daughter’s.

Then looked you straight in the eye and said, “Handled it.”

“What happened?”

“Just a parent whose own kid probably screams bloody murder if the cheese on their sandwich ain’t straight.” He gave a small smile, but it was edged. “Told ‘em if they’ve got a problem with my wife, they’ve got a problem with me. And trust me, they don’t want that.”

You blinked. Then slowly, one hand reached up and started tapping your necklace rhythmically—your happy stim.

“They thought I was a child,” you whispered, more to yourself.

“Well, then they’re f—bloody blind,” he said. “You’re not a child. You’re the mother of our daughter. You’re brilliant. And soft. And you always pack extra juice boxes in case another kid forgets theirs. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for how your brain works, love.”

Your lip trembled.

He leaned in close, resting his forehead against yours. “You hear me? I’ve been around killers, cons, and cowards, and you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

A tiny hand tugged on your sleeve.

“Mummy?” your daughter whispered. “Did you know I flap my hands like you?”

You smiled, blinking through a couple of tears.

Tangerine smiled too. “She’s just like her mum.”

#female reader #atj character #atj character x reader #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #tangerine x reader

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stemmmm · 8 months ago

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the scene people keep screaming about from chapter 5 of theseus' guide

#gravity falls #gf theseus' guide #billford #stanford pines #bill cipher #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #m.png #THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO TAKE ALL WEEK AAGH #cool thing i did where i took these characters who i cant draw from any angle but the front and then have them turning around CONSTANTLY #not just views from different angles either! active turning! im a genius!#i feel like you can tell which shots were drawn on different days sadkfhlgljaskg this killed me. i was gonna clean up the bgs but fuck that #theyre functional on a basic level and that is all we need #anyways can you believe the notorious line is only in the fic because an eagle eyed editor (not myself) caught it just before it was delete #and started screaming until it got put back #also the way stump came over while i was making this and was like 'oh right. i ship them' at the way i made bill flirt lmao #it hits different in the visual!#alright now i gotta fucking haul ass on the chapter 8 one

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millidew · 3 months ago

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i love you tdi 2023 reboot cast i always knew you were based. season 1 thoughts in tags

#emma was so funny like ''hehe that's the sound of chase screaming and fainting in terror <3'' i love youuuuu emma #emma seeing rajbow being all cute and shit and then wondering '...i wonder if i'll ever have that again...chase wasn't All bad...' AUGHGHE #me and bowie are handshaking every time like GIRL GET OUT OF THEREEEEEEEE YOU CAN DO BETTER #ik they drop the emma and bowie friendship in s2. no one liked that. shakes the writers around. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING THEY WERE THE BEST #even chase was unexpectedly funny. i was giggling ive gotta admit #julia has kind of been flopping manipulating anyone so far like that is Not her forte. no one listens to her. flopping her way to victory #i think the only one thats worked out for her is bowie but like she would've been going home anyway if the hockey bros didnt Die #speaking of bowie. best character dont even ask but he's also been flopping a bit.... i know he comes back swinging tho #rajbow is so cute....they got me yall.... rajbow and the guy who is also in the relationship but only as a bro... i love it #bowie covering his ears + raj covering his eyes = they do not want to be here #they give me cuteness aggression. i cant help it.#bowie: i am totally cutthroat. (befriends emma for an alliance (doesn't use her until ep9) + tries to stop her from getting back w her ex)#(falls for a cute hockey jock w/ one braincell) (also gets wayne as part of the deal) (tries not have things get personal if he can)#millie's (twin) hilarious. i think her being a 'i shouldve been born in the wrong generation' kid is so funny #i think she and priya are at their best when priya is like 'im so excited to have a bestie:) my parents put me in solitary confinement camp #and millie is like 'uh yeahhhh' and starts writing. she's being judgmental to everyone but to priya's parents specifically? get their asses #also ripper was funny too the way no one gaf. alfalfa male got me #zee was good....damien...mk (even tho she was ROBBED) (lol) and everyone. so peak... caleb comes back so ill have to see #my post #total drama #tdi 2023 #td 2023

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crossbackpoke-check · 29 days ago

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philadelphia where love goes to…..be reborn?? crazy stuff happening here!!

yeah you know what, that narrative makes sense, continue 🤝 philly

#danny b said by GOD i’m breaking all the curses.#and the hits keep coming and they don’t stop coming and they don’t stop coming and they don’t stop—#very nearly just sent this with two pictures of flat fuck tk and flat fuck pat and said #imagine that like the slamming noise at the start of hollaback girl okay. this is how your message reaches me.#the woman was too stunned to speak. a second reunion has hit the towers mr. president. yeah THIS one will break the time loop.#LIKE WHEN YOUR EDITOR GIVES IT BACK TO YOU AND SAYS THAT’S A LITTLE HEAVY HANDED DON’T YOU THINK BUT IT’S NOT IT’S REAL LIFEEE #anybody else got a meme i can throw at the situation. i am genuinely speechless i don’t know what to say #liv in the replies #i also love that you came to tell me i love y’all. were you here for the danny b gm discovery. i have the best anons in the world 🥰😭#please check back in about three to five business days. i have had that Trevor rich tennis boy post percolating for like weeks now and !???#there’s too many threads!!! the narrative is all tangled!!! i don’t even know where to pull!!!! am i finally gonna have to read all #the post jdtz trade fic i was like no too tender about!!! probably after all the tender nopat trade fic!!! and then read the makeit_takeit #tknopat realizations BECAUSE of the jdtz trade fic!! AND hyggles’ jeff/mike jdtz fic!!!! rpf summer indeed. what are we doing.#also someone somewhere has done SO much better on all the wordplay with the philly city of brotherly love thing & i wish i could find it 😭#it’s very witty and has to do with all the ships and the fact that philly has generational ships. widely acknowledged.#if we don’t get so much fic out of this… the jeff curse narrative. danny b is in timeloop hell but it’s moving for everyone else and he has #to fix their narratives and put them all back together again and in love. every possible variation of came back wrong and starcrossed jdtz #how do i know where to begin!! the curse of the x8s!! wailing throwing up etc etc. putting my face in a pillow & screaming till i pass out.#do you think everybody is looking at philly and danny b and saying @god i see what you’ve done for others. LIKE WE HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN TO #THE CATACLYSMIC DUCKS MELTDOWN I WAS *GONNA* HAVE ABOUT CHRIS KREIDER YET because the rangers are imploding but i was like well. i guess #jacob trouba is there. and in the process of writing that tag i went haha z and kreids are friends bc of shoulder check but Z’S NOT THERE!!#if i think about ej i’d come play as part of the ice crew for too long i’ll cry just let him raise horses in montana with jokic it’s fine #like somewhere here there is an absolutely (incomprehensible arm waving and shrieking) narrative with like. reincarnation or perhaps time #loops or some kind of sentient city of philly trying over and over again with different people like an omniscient second narrator until #they get it right and maybe at the end you find out that the omniscient deity WAS GRITTY (that was not what i was going to say at all)#(jamie drysdale is afraid of gritty though) i was going to say like. you could do the danny getting everyone together in a row with the #final key being getting claude back OR a jeff/mike start OR where I was originally trying to go is that your omniscient second that is the #‘voice of the city’ slash and or the voice of the reader as the observer eventually switches to limited third bc the narrator is revealed #to actually be in the story (which is where i was like one of the love stories? original thought was claude. involve gritty somehow?)#love is stored in the greased up lamp posts or whatever they say. go birds

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jedi-bird · 16 days ago

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The good news from the garden today is that we're getting the first lime of the year.

The bad news is that Chava might in fact have root rot to go along with her sun damage and I'm not sure I can save her.

She is currently out of her pot. Her damaged roots have been cut away and she been set aside to dry out a bit. I'll treat her next with a fungus and pest treatment and see if that helps. If not, it looks like one of her little offshoots is still healthy so I'll try to remove them just in case (need to go get fresh soil for this and it's turning into a fight to do so).

#adventures in gardening #i check maul as well but his roots are still holding on #he's been placed in shade and on a water restriction though until i know more #i can't unpot him because i have go cactus soil to put him back in if there is something wrong #I'm starting to get annoyed about it but I'm trying to let it go #i just had two things i needed to finish before summer got bad and didn't get either done #apparently I'm overreacting when i say I'm bored and sick of sitting in bed all day because i 'don't do that'#feeding the cats and watering twice a week apparently counts as being busy all the time #I'm in a very foul mood right now and partner is making it so much worse today #i love them more than anything but I'm going to start screaming at some point because I'm getting frustrated and they barely speak to me

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dearwalker · 9 days ago

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Sex pollen - Clark Kent x reader

Word count: 3.2k

Description: When Clark gets poisoned with sex pollen, he tries everything in his power to stay away from you. Until he ends up crashing into your living room, and you have a god on his knees, with your name in his mouth and your body at his will.

Tags/warnings: smut, established relationship, clark is sorry, he gets freaky with his powers, consent kink, breaks you and worships you at the same time, begging, praising, hovering (yes hovering👀), so much dirty talk (he’s feral but sweet), overstimulation.

Note: Guess who watched superman today and got a new man to obsess about🙂‍↕️ honestly I don’t even know what took over me when I wrote this but all I can say is go ahead, live your best life and enjoy the sweet filth 🫶🏼

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You wake up with a loud crash coming from your living room. You jolt upright from your bed as you hear glass shatter, sprinting toward the noise. You curse as your body, only covered by Clark’s giant shirt, gets hit with the crisp midnight air as wind gushed through your apartment like a hurricane just passed by.

A figure stood where your glass door used to be, leaning weakly on what was left of the frame. You turned on the lamp next to you, illuminating your boyfriend’s stumbling body.

“Clark!?” you exclaim, confused by his abrupt arrival.

He doesn’t look up, just stands there against the frame, chest heaving, fists clenched. Like he is barely holding himself together.

Worry washes your features, something must be really wrong. You start making way over to him, but as soon as you take a step forward he puts a warning hand in front of him.

“Stop! Don’t move,” his deep voice comes out strangled, like he’s been screaming for hours. “Don’t come closer… please. Just–just stay there.”

He keeps his hand up to stop you, panting heavily as he swallowed to try to soothe his dry throat. He slowly looks up, and groans when he meets your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, dry lips parted, his breath ragged like he’s been flying across the globe. His usually perfect wavy hair is now flat, messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“I didn’t want to come here,” he whines. “I–I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“What happened to you?” You ask from your spot, fighting the urge to run to his aid.

“I’ve been infected,” he chokes out, and your brows furrow more. “Some kind of … alien pollen. It hit me out there. I flew straight into it and fuck ... It’s messing with my head, my body, I…”

He suddenly turns away, pacing in small frantic circles on your balcony like he’s trying to shake something off. His hands tremble as he fights to not make eye contact, like just looking at you hurts.

“What do you need? D-do you have the antidote?” You ask, scared as hell. He never acts like this.

He just shakes his head first with a bitter laugh, only to nod frantically afterwards.

God, if only you knew.

“I tried to wait it out,” he groans, fists now in his hair. “I swear I did, my love, I locked myself away for hours … tried to fly as far as I could but I kept turning back because I could smell you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, somehow understanding what this was about.

“I can smell you, sweetheart. Even from across the city … I can hear you breathing … your heartbeat. I didn’t want to hurt you but right now I have you in front of me and I can see–dammit … I’m sorry–“

He stumbles backward like he’s ashamed of himself, like he can’t even look at you.

“You know can’t turn it off,” he whispers. “I never mean to look, I swear, but I can see you now. Everything.”

Of course you know what he means. You know he can see right past his giant shirt covering your body. And the guilt on his face is gutting. He looks like he’s trying to claw his own powers out of his skin.

“Clark… it’s okay. You don’t have to explain, ”you step forward, slowly, gently. “It’s not like we haven’t–“

“No you don’t get it!” He snaps, his voice booming through your walls so loud you were sure everyone on the block heard him. He instantly feels worse with the way you flinched to his volume. “S-sorry darling … you just don’t get it … you have no idea what it’s like to smell you and know how soft you are, how warm. My instincts are going crazy. I just need to be inside you … I need to touch you, mark you, fill you up until I can’t think straight,” he just rambles, eyes raking through your body.

You take a deep breath, his words making you clench your thighs together and he noticed. Of course you’ve had sex before. You know what he sounds like when he’s needy. But this? This is feral. You’ve never seen him like this.

But you’re willing to do anything to help him. Always.

“Clark… you don’t even have to ask,” you speak softly, your own eyes darkening with desire.

He shakes his head. You don’t even understand the amount of restraint he’s having right now.

“I do … I always do. Especially now. Because I’m not going to touch you like I should. I’m not going to make it about you. I’m going to use you. Because you’re the only one who can fix me … you are the antidote and I hate it. I hate that I can’t even think straight unless I’m inside you … I need you so bad, darling, I’m shaking–“ He cries, an actual tear comes out his desperate eyes.

You’re watching a god fall apart in front of you.

Because of you.

You finally cross the space left, and he doesn’t stop you this time. You grab his face between your hands, and kiss him without hesitation. His arms immediately cling to your frame, cold hands slipping under your shirt to roam every inch of your warm skin.

You moan into his lips, when you taste the salty tears on his face. His hands land on your ass, and he squeezes hard, bruising, making you squeal. He immediately pulls back, apologizing. Like he still can’t let himself go.

“I love you, I’m sorry–” he blurts out immediately, hands soothing the skin he pinched while he fought the urge to do it again, harder. “God I love you … and I would never hurt you. Never. I swore I’d never touch you like this. Unless you asked me to. Unless you wanted me to. So please … tell me you want this too. Say yes, or I’ll leave. I swear I will.”

He nods, frantically, like he’s trying to convince himself more than he’s trying to convince you.

“I’ll leave if you tell me to,” he breathes. “I’ll fly through a mountain. I’ll bury myself in the ocean. Just don’t say yes unless you want this. I’m barely holding on– if you say it, I won’t be able to stop.”

You want him. God you always want him.

The way he keeps asking makes you want him even more. Even if he’s not your Clark now. Even if he won’t take care of you like he always does. Even if you can’t breathe or move after. Because you love him too.

“I want it,” you whisper against his lips, nodding. “I want you. You need me? Use me. Take all you want … I can take it.”

It’s over.

The moment you say yes there’s no going back. He lunges forward, tightening his grip on you as he lifts you off the ground to fly you towards the wall, knocking the lamp when your back hit the wall, leaving you both in complete darkness. Only the moonlight left to shine over his hungry eyes.

His massive hand cradles the back of your head to protect it from the hit, while the other tears off your shirt like he needs your skin on his or he’ll die. Your panties don’t even last two seconds before they fly away too.

His lips hit yours. Tongue desperate, hands everywhere, so large, so shaky, everywhere at once. He groans into your mouth like a man dying of thirst finally tasting water.

“Thank you,” he gasps between kisses. “Thank you sweetheart … I’m so sorry I can’t help you first … but I need you … I need to feel you inside, please just let me…��

He knows it hurts you when he doesn’t prepare you properly, when he doesn’t make you cum at least twice on his fingers before he fucks you …but he can’t right now. Not when he can smell how soaked you are already, not when he swears it’s dripping on the carpet.

“Do it,” you pant, hungry for him. “Clark just do it … please.”

He doubts only for a second, and then without thinking he rips the suit. Literally tears it at the waist, tugging it to get rid of it completely. He’ll care about that later.

Right now he is just muscle in front of you.

His painful cock springs up, and he presses himself to you with a wet slap, your back hitting the wall again. Your pussy throbs at how impossibly huge he is over your stomach.

You’ve had him before. You’ve barely made it. You still want him to rearrange your guts.

“Feel that?” he groans. “That’s what you do to me, that’s what’s been driving me insane all day, darling.”

He’s not even pretending anymore, his cock is throbbing, massive, already leaking. He aligns himself between your soaked folds, rutting the tip against your pussy a few times like he’s lost control of his body entirely. You moan at the friction. Every nerve ending screaming.

You know he’s gonna wreck you. You weren’t ready. But at the same time you’ve never been more ready.

He grabs your thigh and lifts it against the wall, before whispering against your lips. “I’m sorry…”

He pushes his hips forward, and when he finally slides home with a snap … raw, hard, you let out a strangled scream.

One long, broken sound, high pitched and helpless, because he stretches you brutally, all at once, bottoming out with a growl. An actual growl. Like he finally felt some type of relief since he got hit with the pollen.

You fight back a cry, lunging forward to bite his shoulder. He starts fucking you into the wall as he whispers ‘I love you’ ‘thank you’ ‘sorry’ like some sort of chant. Like it’s the only thing keeping him rooted to the version of him that is still careful with you when you have sex.

Your breath leaves you in a gasp, your bare back against the cold plaster, legs around his waist, and arms clinging to his biceps for dear life. All you can do is moan as you get adjusted to his unfairly thick cock slamming in and out of you.

“Just like that … you’re taking me so well,” he pants. “You can do it, sweetheart … you’re doing so good … fuck, you were made for this … made for me.”

His hands grip your thighs. He fucks you like he’s possessed, no rhythm, no thought into it, just deep, hard thrusts that hit something devastating every time, shaking the wall with every slam of his hips.

And the whole time, he keeps whimpering into your neck.

“I love you … I’m sorry … I love you …I’m gonna ruin you …I need it…”

You think you’re about to white out when the room starts moving, but you quickly realize what’s happening.

He’s lifting your bodies off the ground.

Still fucking you.

Going up as much as your ceiling allowed him too. He pins you high on the wall when his head touches the roof, like gravity doesn’t apply anymore. It never does, not to you, not to him.

So now you’re fucking hovering. Literally. Unable to do anything but take it.

And you feel him like never before. A complete moaning mess. Nails dragging down his back, mouth open in shock as you look down to the floor. Your whole body is a live wire, and he’s fucking you like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

His cock twitches inside you. He’s already close. Has been since he walked through that window. But he’s holding it, fighting it, because he needs to stay inside. Needs to keep taking. You can’t.

“Fuck Clark … I’m gonna–“

“Yes? do it … darling please, you’re doing so well. I’ve got you … cum all over this cock baby I got you.”

Your body breaks before you can breathe. Your first climax of the night hits hard, clenching down on him, while you pant into his chest. Your whole body goes limp and he feels it.

He fucks you through it. Rough thrusts with his hand stroking your back and the other wrapped under your thighs. He keeps thanking you as his cock splits you open over and over.

“I wanna give you everything,” he groans, voice cracking. “Fill you up, stuff you full of me … Can I? Please? Let me finish inside you …. let me have you–“

“Yes, yes, fill me up,” you blurt out, still seeing stars.

He slams in once more and chokes, hips locked, whole body shuddering as he comes with a moan so broken it feels like it came from his soul. He shakes as he fills you, mouth pressed to your neck.

He doesn’t pull out yet. He holds you there, trembling, pressed against the wall like he knows you’ll fall if he loosens his grip.

Even after the first wave passes, after the groans, the shaking, the desperate I love you’s, he holds you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this planet.

“…Are you okay?”

You just nod, breathless, a blissed out smile in your face. He smiles too. And then, slowly, he lowers you back down to the floor.

But he’s not soft for long. He doesn’t even give you a minute to recover. He can’t. The second round starts before the first one even finishes sinking in.

You’re still trembling in his arms, leaking down your thighs, whimpering his name into the crook of his neck. And he’s still inside you. Still painfully hard.

Still needing you.

“One more, please. Just–just one more,” he begs. “Let me have you again. Please, darling I need it.”

“Take it Clark, take all you need,” you nod, absolutely wrecked.

But what’s a few more rounds with your unearthly strong boyfriend?

He melts.

You usually go multiple rounds, but he’s softer, he gives you downtime, even brings you water in between orgasms. But right now he can’t believe the way he fucked you and you still let him have more. But he needs more. The pollen is fogging his brain.

He finally pulls out, just to set you down on the floor. The second your back hits the rug, he’s on top of you again. And god he’s heavy. Solid. He doesn’t even hold his weight like he usually does because all he’s thinking about is fucking you senseless.

He buries himself deep again, groaning, cursing under his breath. You close your eyes, nails digging the carpet, back arching when you feel him deeper from this angle. You pant small whines from the feeling.

“Shhh … don’t–“ he coos, he wants to be slow, but he can’t. His hips snap hard without even thinking. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart … so good for me… just need one more.”

You know it’s not just one more. And he fucking knows that too.

None of you cares.

“You’re so wet … so perfect” he groans, the filthy sound gushing loudly every time he thrusted. “I didn’t even give you time to come down … didn’t even let you breathe and you still take me so well”

He praises. Worships. He looks down to where your bodies meet, and he sees right through your skin. He can see his huge cock filling you with every thrust. He can see your walls clenching around him. And he looses it.

You’re suddenly running out of air when he presses his chest to yours, pining you tighter to the floor with his body as he pushes harder. And you feel all of him. The broadness of his chest against your ribs. The strain of his thighs bracketing yours. His cock still buried deep, rock hard.

You hit his bicep with your hand first, but he’s not paying attention, he’s too caught up on the way your pussy takes him to notice.

It’s not smooth. Not rhythmic. Just sharp, ragged thrusts that hit you so hard your body jerks on impact, tits bouncing, nails clawing at his back as he crushes you into the floor with every rut of his hips.

Your head starts spinning.

“Clark,” you choke out, hitting his bicep again. “I can’t–can’t breathe…”

His head finally snaps at you, eyes going wide. He lifts up a bit, but he doesn’t pull out, he just … can’t.

You finally gasp for air as he shushes you softly, tucking away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry … I can’t … can’t stop. I tried, I swear I tried,” his forehead presses to yours, without crushing you alive this time.

His hips don’t stop moving. You pant between moans. You’re close again, you can feel it.

“It’s okay, you’re just … you’re so big …so heavy.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I’m sorry, I know. I just … I don’t want to let you go–”

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t let me go.”

His expression breaks. Because he knows. And you know. He’s not really letting you go. Not all the way. He’s still pressing his weight into you, even as he tries not to. Because he needs to. Because letting go means losing you, even just for a second.

He doesn’t know what takes over him, he grabs your hands and pins them above your head. Watching you sob, moan, eyes rolling back, skin already bruising in multiple places by his grip. He’s not like this. He should be apologizing. Begging. But you just feel so damn good.

And you like it, god you love it.

“I–I love it when you fuck me like this,” you confess, voice barely above a whisper, dumb smile on your face as he hits that spot repeatedly. “I just- I can’t…”

“I know darling, I know … just a little more,” he groans. “One more please. You can take it …you’re doing so good.” He soothes, but he can’t slow down, not when you’re clenching him like that.

He picks up the pace.

“C-Clark … please, I’m gonna-“

“I’ve got you, darling …I’ve got you, let yourself go for me.”

You see white this time. You’re not even moaning anymore. Just gasping. Twitching. Letting him take what he needs because you want to. Because this is Clark, your Clark, and you’d give him your whole body a thousand times if he needed it.

And he does.

He fucks you like you’re his last breath.

Even after you’re wrecked, limp, twitching … he keeps going.

You don’t even remember the next time he finishes. Or the time after that. Or where it happened. Your body is a mess, trembling and raw and wet and full. Marked. Praised.

All while he keeps saying, “Just one more … just let me stay inside you a little longer… please sweetheart, I’m still hard I know you can take it … this is the last time I promise…”

Again and again. You’ve never heard him lie so much before.

Yet still, with your hair splayed, legs shaking, literal tears leaking from the corners of your eyes from the pleasure, the pain, the strain, the goddamn pollen he pumps into your body every time he comes…

You are having the time of your life being drunk on his cock.

“Fuck me harder.”

You beg, even when you can’t feel it anymore. Maybe that’s why you need it harder … deeper.

And because you knew that once he came back to normal he wouldn’t fuck you like this again. And he makes sure to let you know.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m hurting you. I just need you so fucking much … I love you I love you I love you—”

You just nod, because it hurts embarrassingly good.

You lose count of how many times he comes in total. How many times you come. You only know time’s passed when the sky starts to lighten outside your broken window, and Clark is rocking into you so slowly it’s more like he’s just holding you in place, his mouth pressed to your shoulder, whispering thank you with every lazy thrust.

By the time he finally slows down, finally wears the substance out of his body after dumping it all inside you … you can’t move. You’re limp in his arms, boneless and dripping and his.

Your bed feels incredibly soft in contrast to all the spots he fucked you on last night.

You’re draped across his chest, tracing the muscles under his bare skin. His fingers are in your hair. Barely moving, just tracing small patterns. Soothing you like he didn’t cause all the pain in your body.

You’re still trembling a little. Just from… after. Your body’s still echoing with everything he gave you. Everything he took.

Worth it.

Clark kisses your temple. He hasn’t stopped kissing you every few minutes. It’s like he’s trying to apologize without saying it. Like he’s trying to prove that he’s still the man you love, the man who flinches when he bumps your head by accident, who picks you flowers and gets flustered when you kiss him in public. The one who always put you first in bed.

Not the one who just broke the sound barrier flying to your apartment because his cock told him to.

“…I broke your window,” he finally breaks the silence, a chuckle makes his chest vibrate against your ear.

“Clark … you broke a lot more than my window.”

You both start giggling … glowing. Your throat hurts, you’re sore, probably can’t even walk today or the whole week, and somehow, it feels like the safest place on Earth.

“I love you,” he whispers. “So much.”

“I know,” you whisper back. “You said it like 87 times while destroying me.”

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xplicitviewz · 3 months ago

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“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

*edited but not proofread*

Pussywhipped!Choso | part 2

Married!Eren x Maid!Reader

Ex-husband!Eren

Sylus mini

Nerd!Armin x reader x boyfriend!eren

Best friend!jean x reader

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yanderedrabbles · 5 months ago

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Yandere Wild West Gang - Noncon

Your life is all planned out for you. Marriage. Children. Settling down in your little town and growing old. But a gang of outlaws and their wicked desires change everything.

Tags: (6) yandere males x fem reader, noncon, loss of virginity, choking, spitroast (hell yeah), oral fixation, 12.3k words

I blame the ridiculously talented @fangdokja and The Red Ledger for inspiring this btw.

They came for you in the middle of the day.

Shameless. Better men would at least wait for nightfall, would at least try and hide their intentions behind the cloak of darkness. Not them though.

They kicked the door in when your family was just about ready to eat lunch, the food still steaming and your ma still in her apron.

You didn't even have time to scream.

One outlaw smashed his rifle butt into your pa's temple and the old man was out like a light, still clutching the knife he'd grabbed to defend you. Two others grabbed your mother and shoved her into the pantry, blocked the door with a tipped over cupboard.

You ran. Or tried to at least. They were crowded into your kitchen, laughing as you turned from one to the other.

"No way out, beauty."

"Too late to run now, darlin'. Shoulda started before we even got here if you wanted to get away."

"Look at her all scared. Ain't it just adorable?"

With near identical duster coats and bandanas tied across their faces, you couldn't tell them apart.

They were closing in on you, a little at a time. You tried to fight, to pull away when one of them grabbed you. But they were dust bitten outlaws and you were just a rancher's daughter. It wasn't even a struggle.

The tallest one slammed you down on the kitchen table, his fingers digging into your shoulders and his belt buckle grinding against your ass.

Your mama's good milk jug tumbled off and shattered on the floor. That was what you focused on as they tied your hands behind your back and gagged you. The shards of blue and white ceramic in the puddle of milk.

Not their hands running over your hips, not their laughter. Just the milk and your ma's favourite jug all in pieces.

You could still hear your mother screaming for you when they pulled you outside. That was what hurt the most about that entire awful day. Your mama, pleading and begging and panicking and unable to save you.

Their horses were waiting, another outlaw standing guard with his rifle out.

"Boss, let her ride with me."

"With you? Ain't no way in hell my girl is riding with you."

"Your girl? She ain't yours. Boss, tell 'em she ain't his."

"Runnin' to the boss again? Yellow belly."

It was the tall one who settled the argument. His voice wasn't as rough as the others, but that didn't put you at ease in the slightest.

"She's riding with me."

He still had one hand curled around your upper arm and he pulled you towards his mustang. You dug your heels in as hard as you could, pulled back with all your weight. It just made him sigh.

"Ain't even started yet, and she's already being difficult?"

The outlaw that spoke was already on his stallion. All you could see of his face above the bandana was a pair of blue eyes, lined at the corners. The boss maybe?

"Just some...growing pains. She'll settle down soon enough."

The tall one leaned down and hoisted you over his shoulder. You squirmed and tried to kick your way free, but he kept one arm tight around your knees.

You thought all your panicking would frighten the horses, but no such luck. He tossed you across his saddle and climbed up behind you. The saddle horn dug into your belly until he pulled you into a proper seat, one arm curling around your waist. You could feel his chest against your back, every inch of it firm, hard earned muscle.

He dropped his head and spoke directly into your ear.

"No trying to jump off the horse. No trying to run away. I'm in charge of you until we get back and I won't have you hurt on my watch."

Your only response was to try and smash your head back into his nose. He straightened up just in time and all you managed to do was hurt your own neck.

He sighed again, and spurred his horse forward.

"Well, I suppose it this was easy, it wouldn't be nearly as fun."

The outlaws formed a loose ring around you as you rode. You tried to twist and look back, but your captor was holding you too tight. You didn't even get to see your home shrink into the horizon. Didn't even get that one small goodbye.

They rode for at least two hours, the sun climbing down from its zenith as they took you across rivers and down secret little paths. You knew your ranch and the area around it like the back of your hand, but even you were well and truly lost when you finally arrived.

It was a ranch, but there weren't any cows in the fields or corn growing in neat rows. The house was a big, whitewashed thing. Pretty once, but fallen into disrepair. Just a hideout. Not a place they stayed at for more than a few months.

The blue eyed one pulled you off the horse without breaking a sweat.

You could feel their eyes on you again. God, how many were there? Five? Six?

"You goin' first boss?"

The man looked down at you. He had a hand around your upper arm, but his grip was more firm than rough.

"I reckon I should. Can't trust you lot to be gentle or slow enough."

That made some of them jeer and complain.

"I'll be real sweet, boss. I promise!"

"We can be nice too. Really."

The man snorted. "Nice? I ain't never seen you dogs be nice 'bout nothing. I'll break our filly in. You lot just be patient and don't bother us none."

What were they talking about? You didn't have time to puzzle it out before the boss started pulling you toward the house. Seeing that building looming closer made you start fighting all over again, biting down on your gag and pulling back as much as you could. Like a mustang digging it's feet in.

It didn't last long. The boss leveled a look at you, met your eyes straight on.

"You really gonna be difficult with me, girl?"

Oh, what frightening eyes he had. Bright and clever, a blue so striking you could feel it right through your soul. A mountain lion would have eyes softer than his.

You stopped resisting him. Let him pull you along besides him. What else could you do? He had a gun on his back and a knife in his boot and years of experience wrangling stubborn animals. And you were just a girl out of her depth and far from home.

You didn't see it, but the outlaws looked at each other, impressed. Only the boss could tame a filly with a single look.

The house was much cooler than outside, but the boss didn't give you any time to examine it. Just guided you up the stairs and into a large bedroom. White curtains stirred in the breeze, the bedding neat and clean.

He locked the door behind you. A quiet click that made your heart race.

You jumped when his hands came to rest on your shoulders. You could hear the other outlaws outside, the clink of harnesses and buckles as they let the horses out to pasture.

His hands moved from your shoulders to your upper arms, squeezed.

"Do you know why we took you?"

You shook your head. Ransom, maybe? But your pa was just a run of the mill rancher. Surely there were better targets for quick cash than you.

The outlaw laughed quietly, just a soft breath of amusement.

"Not the faintest clue, huh?"

He let go of you and you heard the soft rustle of material as he shrugged out of his duster.

He turned you around and you finally got to see his face. He'd taken off his Stetson and bandana too, and the man looking back at you was a hardened outlaw in every way. He was a lot older than you, with thick blonde hair going to grey at the edges. Handsome, with a strong jaw covered in light stubble. Grizzled, but muscular and lean for his age.

There was a small, amused smile on his lips.

He kept his hands on your arms and guided you backwards, until your back hit the wall.

"You wanna take a guess? Why'd we ride all the way out to town to steal you?"

Whatever you said was muffled by your gag. He clicked his tongue.

"You're gonna have to use your worlds, darlin'."

He ran his thumb across your cheek, across the gag. "Or maybe not. I like you just like this too."

He was close. Closer than any man had ever been. It was terrifying. Tears spilled down your cheeks, running across your gag and soaking in.

He sighed, caught one on his thumb.

"None of that now girl. I ain't gonna be rough with you. And in time, I reckon you'll come to like it."

Your dress was buttoned at the front, all the way to your neck. He grabbed both sides of your collar and ripped.

You tried to jerk away from him, but he was too close and the only way out was blocked by the wall. Buttons scattered across the room with little plinks.

The only thing keeping your dress on was the fact that your hands were tied behind your back. But the outlaw didn't let that stop him for long.

He leaned down and pulled a knife from his boot.

"Don't squirm 'round and I won't cut you, alright?"

Sound advice, but not something you were about to listen to. You thrashed in his grip, twisting as much as you could. You didn't want that thing anywhere near you.

He grabbed your hair, and yanked your head backwards. You screamed into your gag, your whole scalp aching.

You might have continued fighting, but that's when you felt the cool metal of his knife at your throat. Not the sharp edge, but still enough of a reminder to keep you still.

"Good. Not so hard, is it?"

The knife moved away from your neck and to your sleeve. He slipped the blade between your skin and the fabric and yanked upwards.

Your sleeve tore with an ugly ripping sound, all the way down to the wrist. You whined into your gag, but he ignored you and repeated it on the other side.

He was breathing heavier now, even though the work of keeping you still couldn't have been much of a challenge for a man as strong as him. He put the handle of his knife in his mouth and used both hands to pull your dress off you. It pooled at your ankles, ruined.

You still had your chemise, but the thin white fabric was almost as bad as being naked. Your nipples poked through and he narrowed in on them, one hand coming up to cup your breast. His teeth were biting into the handle of his knife, hard enough to leave indents in the wood. Like a man struggling to control himself. He breathed out slowly, just feeling the weight of your tits in his palms.

You were crying so hard you almost couldn't see his face. A mixture of pity and want.

He kneeled down to put his knife away and stayed on his knees, hands coming to your hips. He looked up at you, blue eyes bright with something you didn't yet know how to recognise. Lust. Want.

His thumbs stroked circles into your skin, your chemise the only barrier between you and him.

"If I was a better man, I'd almost be sorry about this."

He grabbed your leg and hooked your thigh over his shoulder. You almost stumbled, forced to keep your back against the wall if you didn't want to loose your balance.

His fingers gathered your chemise from the hem up, pinning it at your waist with his palms. You were wearing stockings, simple white ones that reached your mid thigh, and plain lace garters.

All in all, it was a damn nice framing for your bare cunt.

God, he could practically feel his mouth watering.

He didn't give you any warning. Just slipped his tongue between your lips. Hot, wet, like nothing you'd ever felt. You tried to squirm away, practically tried to climb up the wall to get away from him. But he had you trapped, one massive palm on your hip and the other on your thigh.

He found your hole real easy. Slipped his tongue all the way in, the bridge of his nose grinding into your clit. You whined at him to stop it, to please just let you go, but with the gag, all he heard was a pretty little sound that made him keep going.

He sucked on your clit, his jawline standing out in sharp relief. His stubble scraped your thighs. So masculine, so unbearably, overwhelmingly manly.

With the way he held you still, you couldn't do anything except take it. Feel even inch of his tongue, feel his hot breath on your skin, feel his nails scraping your thigh. You wanted to hate it. You wanted to be disgusted by it.

But oh, it felt good.

Sometimes, when the neighbour's handsome son came over, you'd feel a little throbbing ache between your legs. This was exactly like that, cranked up to a thousand.

You whined again, and he must have been the Devil's own son, because he just doubled down. Swirled the flat of his tongue across your whole clit and then ran it down all the way to you ass.

You thighs were shaking, and the pit of your stomach felt tight with something your couldn't explain.

"That's my girl." He sounded pleased, smug. Practically cooing at you in his rough baritone. "Feels real good, don't it?"

If he didn't break soon, you felt like your whole body would. Something inside you was building, getting closer to the edge. And you were terrified of it. You breath was coming hard and fast.

Mercifully, he pulled away. Kissed the triangle of your pussy and then your inner thigh. You could feel his teeth against your skin when he smiled.

"Not yet. I ain't nearly close to done with you."

He stood and you weren't sure whether to be thankful or upset. You felt woozy, hot. Like heat stroke, or like getting drunk.

His mouth and chin glistened. He rubbed it dry on his palm, smirking all the while.

"I bet you feel real empty inside, huh sweetheart?"

You nodded your head, not sure where he was going with this. You did feel empty. There was a hot, throbbing itch in your stomach that you had no idea how to scratch.

"Aww, poor thing. I can take care of that for you."

His hands moved to his belt, blue eyes pinning you to the wall. When he smiled, there were lines around his eyes. They should have been comforting, a mark of someone who laughed often and laughed easy. They weren't.

You shook your head, pleading with your eyes. The tears were starting to come again, thick and fast. For a second or two, with his tongue deep in your core, you'd forgotten that he'd want something in exchange.

His eyes hardened, his smile not moving an inch.

"I will take care of it, girl. You can cry if you want, but we've come too far to stop now."

He grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up, forced you back against the wall. Your whole cunt was wet and glistening with his spit.

Something hot and hard rubbed between your pussy lips. You shuddered, tried to move away. His other arm came around your waist and he pulled you against his chest. The smell of him was overwhelming - gunpowder and leather and whiskey. He smelled like a man. He smelled like your ruin.

Your forehead fell against his collarbone, and his chin came to rest on the crown of your head. The same way a father might hold his daughter after a nightmare.

But there was nothing fatherly about the cock nudging at your entrance.

"Shhh, you're okay. It ain't gonna hurt."

Liar. Terrible, heartless liar.

He pushed in and it felt like your whole body was splitting apart. It burned.

You sobbed into his chest, not entirely sure what was happening to you. This was the sort of thing that was only whispered about. The sort of thing that was kept vague for good, obedient girls until their wedding nights. The only thing you knew for a fact was that it hurt and you wanted it to stop.

He groaned, pressed a kiss against your hair.

"Sweet little thing, ain't ya? Gonna be good 'fer me? Gonna take it nice and deep?"

You couldn't answer. There was only the stretch of his cock inside you and the oppressive tightness of his arms.

He set a slow, drawn out pace. Cock pulling all the way out to the tip and then sliding right back in. You could feel every inch.

Not gentle, but not needlessly mean either. You were shivering in his arms, pussy fluttering like a heartbeat around him.

No one but him knew how fucking difficult it was to keep so slow. Tight, tiny little thing bleeding and crying all over him. Any red blooded man would want to rut into you like a stallion. See just how many tears he could wring out of you.

It was only experience and determination that held him back. If he was a younger man...

It was the right decision to have you first. Not even his second in command - that tall bastard with all the self control in the world - could have managed this.

He huffed out a laugh.

"You're little too young for me, doll. Reckon I could be your father."

He slid back inside you, grinding against your clit in a way that made you whimper.

"Shitty fucking father though. To be doing this to my little girl."

He let go of waist and cupped your jaw in his palm. Tilted your head back, his nose and lips skimming up your neck. You smelled so fucking good. Nothing in this world was as sweet as a needy, crying girl.

"You gonna call me daddy, little girl? Gonna beg me to be nice and let you go?"

You whimpered, a pathetic little sound through the gag. It only made him smile against your neck.

"Thaaat's it. Just take it. Let me break you in. Gonna be all stretched out and sweet when I'm done with you, yeah?"

He sucked at your neck, at the delicate spot where your shoulder started to slope away. A little immature maybe, to want to mark you up like an animal, but wasn't he being plenty mature already? Wasn't he being just saintly in his patience?

"Fuck, you're getting close, ain'tcha? Can feel you gettin' all tight."

He pulled back to look into your eyes, overflowing with tears and just so damn scared.

"You ain't got no idea what's 'bout to happen, do ya?"

He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in, hard. Your tits jumped and your eyes fluttered shut.

"Just relax and let it happen. It's gonna feel reeaal good."

You tilted your head back and he followed you, lips right back at your throat.

He picked up the pace, trying not to be too rough and slowly failing. The closer he got to his own end, the less important kindness seemed. It wasn't long 'fore he was slamming into you so hard he could feel your tits bouncing. His breath was coming fast, each exhale almost a growl.

"Take it, just like that. C'mon doll, just let me fuck you. Just let me make you mine."

You bit down on your gag and came. Your whole body shook, your nails digging into your palms. You didn't now what he'd done to you, but you couldn't stop it. Your pussy was a clenching, sensitive mess. You felt light headed enough to faint. And the only sound and thought in your head was his voice, right in your ear and rough with barely held back want.

"That's my girl. My good fucking girl."

A good man might have slowed down then. Might have realised just how sensitive you were. He didn't. He kept pistoning his cock into you, fucked you through your orgasm.

You writhed on his dick, in pain and overwhelmed and more scared than you'd ever been. And all of it just served to make him harder, to bring him closer. Even he had to admit he was a bastard for enjoying it so much. He didn't deserve something so sweet. All he deserved in life was a short dance with a noose. But who gave a fuck about that? He'd taken you, he'd stolen you, and like any good thief, he was going to enjoy you.

You felt it when he came. His cock pulsed and twitched inside you, and something hot dripped down your thigh.

He pressed his forehead against yours, hands so tight on you that you felt bruised.

He came down slowly. Kept you plugged up with his cock while he softened. The only sound in the room was his harsh breathing. You couldn't even cry anymore. All you wanted was to close your eyes and sleep and make the pain disappear.

He pulled back and tilted your chin up.

"Look at me."

You opened your eyes, tears still caught in your lashes.

"There she is. Ain't so bad, is it?"

All you could do was sniffle and hope he was bored of you.

He let you down carefully. You weren't steady on your feet at all.

"I've had a lot of blood on my cock over the years, darlin', but I reckon yours is the finest."

He kissed you. You were still gagged, so it was less a kiss and more so his lips pressing against yours.

When he finally stepped away from you, you almost wanted him back. You sank down to your knees, too dizzy to stand.

"Poor thing. Too much to handle, doll?"

He ran his fingers through your hair.

"You did so good, princess. Now just stay so sweet, and the rest of this day will go a hell of a lot easier for you."

You were too out of it to figure out what he meant. You closed your eyes and heard his spurs jingling as he walked away. The door creaked open and then he was gone.

You might have tried to run for it, but you ached so bad that even the thought of it was painful. Your hands were still tied as tight as they were before.

You didn't notice the footsteps or the voices until they were right outside the door.

"So much for bein' nice. Boss left her a right mess."

"Better than you woulda done. Least she's still in one piece."

They came to stand in front of you, two men with their bandanas pulled down around their throats.

You recognised their voices. These two were the most quarrelsome of the bunch. They still had their gun belts on, both of them carrying revolvers. Gunslingers then. Every gang had them.

"Look at her already on her knees 'fer us."

"Why you cryin' pretty girl? Was the boss too mean with ya?"

You looked up slowly. Boots first - silver spurs, well worn leather. Then their belts. And finally, their faces.

One was dark skinned, a crescent scar on his cheek and his hair cropped short. He rubbed his jaw as he looked at you, a half smile showing pearly white teeth.

"Oh, would ya look at those eyes? A man could drown in 'em."

The other was tanned golden with the sun, his eyes a pale green. He was still wearing his Stetson, and his dark hair was long enough to brush his shoulders.

"Boss must be getting old. He left some of her clothes on."

That made the dark one laugh. "Nah, I reckon it's meant to be a treat just 'fer us. Like unwrapping a present on Christmas mornin'."

The green eyed one squated down in front on you and grabbed your jaw. His hands were rough from labour, and his callouses scraped your skin. Whatever he saw in your eyes made him smile, but it didn't have a lick of kindness in it.

"Look at that...Boss really did break you in, didn't he filly?"

He stood and pulled you up with him, hand still clutching your jaw.

"I reckon she's gonna be real sweet to us. Gonna be all nice and obedient."

The other one came to stand behind you, his fingertips brushing the nape of your neck as he moved your hair out of the way.

"That right, filly? You gonna be all sweet?"

The green eyed one nodded your head for you. His eyes had a certain cruelty to them that made you want to step away. He seemed the type to use spurs and whips both, and to use them often.

He let go of your jaw and focused on the rest of you. And oh, what a lovely sight you were. All tied up and crying, your tits just visible through your chemise. A little virgin about to loose the rest of your innocence to his teeth. A fucking vision, a fucking dream.

He pinched one of your nipples and rolled it between his fingers. Your thin chemise wasn't any protection at all.

"Sensitive, ain'tcha?"

You whined. Not sure whether to pull away or step closer.

The gunslinger behind you wasn't in the mood to be left out. As his partner tugged and played with your nipples, his hands came to rest on your waist. And what huge hands they were. You could feel the heat of him even through your clothes.

He dropped his head to the nape of your neck and inhaled, his nose buried in your hair.

When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble.

"What do you want?"

The green eyed one looked you up and down, weighing his options. Finally, he smiled.

"I'll take her mouth."

Your whole body went cold. He couldn't mean...

"Hmm. That's fine with me." His hands dropped from your waist to your ass, squeezing. "I want to have her from the back anyway."

They must have been in perfect sync with each other. The one in front of you stood aside and the one behind you pushed you towards the bed. You stumbled, landed on the duvet chin first, your teeth slamming together despite the gag.

You didn't have time to push yourself up before they were tearing your chemise off. The thin straps ripped and your last bit of modesty floated to the floor in a tattered white heap. You were left in just your stockings.

The dark one pulled you up by your hips, one hand grabbing the rope around your wrists to keep you steady.

Smack.

Your whole body jerked forward, your ass cheek stinging.

One of them laughed, mocking. "Bet that'll leave a mark."

The dark one ran his palm over the welt, smiling though you couldn't see it.

"We promised the boss we would be nice, remember?"

The green eyed one circled the bed. You could feel his eyes on you, drinking in your naked skin, your stockings, the tears soaking your gag.

His hands were on his belt. Not undoing it yet, just watching you.

"Y'know, I give that tall bastard a lot of shit, but even I gotta say he was right this time. She's a real cute thing."

The man behind you was still stroking your ass, squeezing and watching your flesh give under his fingers. So soft, so fucking pliable.

He hummed quietly, more concerned with you than with his partner. He slipped his thumb down between your cheeks, catching on your asshole for a second. That sent a jolt of panic through you. They wouldn't...

He must have felt you moving, because he sighed and let his fingers continue downwards. Smearing cum and blood across your pussy lips.

"Not today," he said, soft enough for just you to hear. "Boss wouldn't like that."

That wasn't reassuring to hear. It meant that he still wanted it. Wanted to fuck your virgin ass without any care for the pain, for the hurt. The thing stopping him wasn't empathy, but obedience.

He rubbed tight, harsh circles into your clit. You were still sensitive and you pleaded into your gag, asking him to be just a bit more gentle. Either he couldn't understand you or didn't bother to even hear you, because he carried on, fingerpads rough as sandpaper.

The green eyed one noticed though. He seemed to notice just about everything.

"Want me to take that gag off sweetheart?"

You nodded your head frantically. The sides of your lips felt raw and you couldn't stand the taste of it.

He kneeled with one leg on the bed and undid the material. When he pulled it away, thin lines of spit followed.

You sucked in a lungful of air, coughing. He gathered your hair out of your face, held it all in a loose fist at the back of your head.

"All better?"

Maybe you were wrong about him. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"...yes." You swallowed, your voice still hoarse. "Thank you."

He tilted his head, smirking.

"So polite. Boss really did a number on ya, huh? Or are ya just a well bred little lady?"

You didn't get a chance to answer, because the other gunslinger ground his palm against your cunt. You yelped and jerked forward on instinct.

The green eyed one tightened his hold on your hair.

"None of that. You can take it."

"I can't! It hurts."

His free hand tugged at his belt, pulling it free of the belt loops. You blanched. What the hell did he need that for?

"Ain't even been a minute and you're already whining? C'mon pretty, there's better things to do with your mouth than that."

He let go of your hair long enough to loop the belt around your neck, the leather wrapped around his fist. He tugged and it tightened, metal buckle pressing icy cold against your skin.

He pulled upwards, forced you to look at him. His cat eyes were mean, amused at seeing you leashed.

"You even think 'bout usin' your teeth and I'll pull this so tight you won't even be able to think 'bout breathing. Got it?"

What was he talking about? Your teeth?

Your answer came soon enough. With his belt off, it was real easy for him to take his cock out. He sighed, relieved to have it free.

The only thing keeping you in place was the belt around your neck. Even still, you pulled backwards until you couldn't go any further.

It was huge.

Thick, with veins running all the way to the tip. That was supposed to fit inside of you? You'd never seen a man's cock before. Even when the boss fucked you, you'd only felt it. No fucking wonder it hurt so bad, if they were all this size.

It was horrifying, and still you couldn't look away.

"Ain't it a sight?"

He grabbed it with his free hand and yanked your head down with the belt, until the tip brushed your lips.

"Come have a closer look."

Maybe if your hands were free, you'd be able to pull away. But as it was, you were staying balanced only because of his grip on the belt and his partner's grip on your arms.

He rubbed the tip across your lips, leaving behind a sticky coating of precum.

"Don't be shy," he purred, "Give it a little kiss."

The belt tightened until you listened. You pecked the side of it, where it wasn't so gross and sticky.

"Atta girl. Now open wide."

You desperately didn't want to. He tasted of salt, and his cock was so hard that you couldn't even imagine how it would fit.

You didn't want to, but what choice did you have?

You opened your mouth and he pushed himself past your lips with a groan. The tip scraped against your tongue, soft as velvet and tasting like the sea.

He let go of his dick and tangled his hand in your hair, pushing your head lower. Until the tip brushed the back of your throat. You gagged, shivering all around him.

"God, your mouth is fucking heaven sent."

He pulled out slowly, until it was just the tip sitting in your mouth.

"Are you gonna join me or what?"

The other gunslinger snorted.

"Fucking impatient. You gotta treat a lady gentle on her first time."

You heard the rustle of clothing behind you, and the hand that was playing with your cunt came to rest on your hip, fingers digging into the flesh for a good grip.

Your cunt felt cold without his touch, but his fingers were quickly replaced with his cock. The head nudged at your entrance, hot enough that you could practically feel it radiating. The leaking pre mixed with the sticky come already on your lips, thin strands of white pulling and breaking as he settled himself against you.

You wanted to say something, anything, to make them stop, but the gunslinger still had his dick in your mouth.

"Hmmm. Nice and warm and I ain't even pushed inside yet."

"Ain't she? Like she was made for us."

His hand slid from your hair to you jaw, thumb tracing your cheek. He could see the bulge of his cock against your cheek - it made you look a little chipmunk getting all cozy and ready for winter. Your tears were caught on your lashes, silver dew drops like you just took a swim.

"You heard me, baby? You're made for us. Made to fuck us and keep us happy. Our little lady."

They both pushed into you at the same time.

Thick cock bullying into you, trapping you between them with nowhere to go. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't. You couldn't even think. Couldn't even breathe.

The green eyed cowboy pulled on your leash and forced you to tilt your head back, bare your throat to him. He pushed deeper into you, until his dick was down your throat and your nose was brushing the hard muscles of his stomach.

He held you there, cock down your throat and tears collecting in your eyes, while his partner started thrusting.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't pull away, couldn't fight him. You could just look up at him, eyes all wide and scared. Your panic was thick in your blood and he drank it in.

Smirking, keeping you at his mercy. He knew you couldn't breathe, and he still held you on his cock.

Your heart was racing and you felt light headed before he finally pulled out. You gasped, thick strings of spit connecting you. He only gave you enough time to catch a few deep breaths before he was back in your mouth, thrusting. Going just as deep but thankfully pulling out.

You gagged and choked and felt like you were drowning on his cock. And all the while, his partner yanked you back and slammed balls deep into you.

It was too much. You couldn't focus on anything. You were limp in their hands, letting them fuck you and just trying to survive it.

You weren't sure how long it took. Your whole world was narrowed down to just them - their hands on you, getting tighter and meaner the closer they got to coming.

The one fucking you from the back let go of your hip and curled his whole arm around your waist, leaning over you until his lips were on your neck. Fucking you hunched over like a dog in heat.

He bit your shoulder, sunk his teeth in with a snarl.

They didn't talk much anymore. There weren't any words left. Just the need to fuck and claim and come.

The sounds were the worst. The slick squelching of a cock in your cunt, the slap of skin on skin, the heavy snarls for you to take it like a good girl. And their raspy breathing, like stallions after a gallop.

The gunslinger pulled harder on your leash, keeping you still while he fucked your face. He's teeth were gritted tight, his eyes narrowed and focused entirely on you.

The dark one must have hit something deep inside you, because you made a whining, moaning sort of noise that vibrated all through his cock.

That was what did it. He forced his cock all the way down your throat, held you in place while he came.

When he pulled out, you were coughing so hard your whole chest ached.

That's when you felt it - hot spunk splattering all over your asshole. Your whole body shuddered at the feeling.

The man behind you kissed your back between your shoulder blades and slowly moved down. When he came to your ass cheeks, he sunk his teeth in with a playful growl.

He flipped you onto your back, and you sunk bonelessly down onto the covers. Your nipples were tender and your neck was a patchwork of marks.

The dark skinned one flopped down next to you and threw a possessive arm around your waist. He hummed, pleased as a bear before winter.

"Best fuck I've had in ages."

His partner was silent, his fingers toying with the belt still around your neck. You tilted your head back to look at him.

He was smiling, not soft exactly but about as close as a cruel bastard like him could get. He was so handsome, when he wasn't trying to choke you.

He sighed and let his fingers drift up your cheeks.

"I wish we could stay, pretty. But the day ain't done just yet."

The other one grumbled. "Can't we just lay here for a bit? I've got my girl all nice and snug. Why should I let her go?"

"Boss's orders, that's why. We gotta play nice and share."

"Why? Those bastards don't deserve her."

"And we do?"

He didn't bother to answer, just pushed himself to his elbows and looked down at you. His eyes were a deep brown. Sweet, almost.

"No," he said quietly, "We don't."

He leaned down and kissed your cheek. Soft, like a husband would. He stood and only looked back at you when he was at the door. Hard man, killer and gunslinger that he was, you thought you saw just a little guilt in his eyes.

When he was gone, the green eyed gunslinger ran his hands through your hair.

"He's right, y'know. We don't deserve a girl like you."

There wasn't any guilt in his voice, just a deep sense of satisfaction.

"But we've got you anyway. If the world gave folk what they deserved, you'd never have been so unlucky to catch our eye in the first place."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your other cheek, and then nipped at your jaw. A coyote savouring a bone.

"You'll learn to take it, sweetheart. And when I'm done, you'll learn to like it."

He left his belt around your neck and let the door slam shut behind him.

You could hear when they joined the others out in the yard. Their laughter drifted up to you, sharp as a wild dog's bark.

You closed your eyes. On your back in nothing but your stockings and a leash. It wasn't the sort of thing you'd ever imagined as a possibility. Hell, a lot of today was filled with things you'd never even thought about.

You hurt in just about every place. But parts of you throbbed with a pain that wasn't entirely unwanted.

Traitorous body, traitorous mind.

You couldn't possibly like this. You were being used by criminals, killers. Your virginity was just another prize for them to steal. You were a good girl, raised in a good home with upright, moral parents. You weren't some lady of the night, some harlot, to enjoy their roughness.

Right?

When the door sighed open, you didn't even bother to open your eyes.

"These young ones don't know any gentleness, eh beauty?"

His voice was calm. The sort of soft tone you'd use with a filly still nervous 'bout the bit.

You could hear his footsteps. Heavy boots but no spurs.

You flinched when he touched the belt around your neck, but he didn't do much more than run his fingers across the leather.

"Let's get this off you. Idiots. You don't harness a creature so fine."

He pulled it off your neck carefully and then touched the bruises it left behind.

"Open your eyes for me, beauty. Let me see you."

You almost didn't. What more was there to see? Another man with too tight hands and a hunger that wouldn't end?

It was his voice that did it. So kind. No growl behind the words, no clenched teeth snarl.

The first thing you saw were his eyes. A dark hazel, like an eagle's.

"Ah, just as pretty as I thought. Do you want to sit up for me? Those ropes must be hurting something awful by now."

He was older than you, but not by too much. Older than the gunslingers, but not nearly as old as the boss. His hair was tied in braid that fell almost all the way down his back. Lakota, if you had to guess, or maybe Crow.

There was a pair of workman's gloves shoved in the pocket of his jeans, but he didn't carry a pistol. The wrangler most likely.

You sat up slowly, wary. He didn't seem awfully worked up about a naked woman sprawled on the bed in front of him. Maybe he wasn't so bad...

He untied your hands without letting his own wander.

You flexed your fingers and carefully brought your hands to your lap. Your shoulders ached from being stuck in one position for so long.

"Will you let me go?"

"Oh, beauty." He touched his knuckles to your cheek. "That's what you want, isn't it? To go back home?"

"Yes." Your throat felt tight with tears. "More than anything."

He closed his eyes.

"It hurts to see you cry, beauty. It hurts to see these marks on you. But even if I was the only one holding you back, even if it was entirely up to me... I wouldn't."

"Are you going to do the same thing as the rest of them?"

He held your face in his palms, thumbs tracing your cheekbones. He smiled, but it was awfully sad.

"It's been real long time since I've had a woman, beauty. And never one so fine. I'm still just a man."

You were crying again, though you didn't realise it. Tears washing hot over his fingers.

"Shhh." He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you."

He undid his belt slowly, eyes on you the entire time. You were on your knees again, your stockings making you look oh so innocent and oh so filthy all at once.

He grabbed your hand before he took his cock out. You pulled away, but his grip was too strong. Not rough, not hurting you. Just too firm to escape.

He brought you hand to his crotch, pressed your palm against his cock. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, you could feel how hard it was.

"All your doing, beauty. That's all your fault."

He undid the last button and his dick pushed it's way free. Big and no less intimidating for being the second one today. His fingers were knotted between yours and he dragged your hand up his shaft. He sighed, a man finally getting release.

"Here, this will go faster if you use your mouth."

His other hand came to rest on the nape of your neck. Not forcing you down exactly, but heavy, inexorable. Trying to refuse him was like fighting the pull of the moon.

He didn't force himself into you like the gunslinger did. Just kept using your hand - still dry - to stroke himself.

"Come now beauty. Just a little lick and it will all be over. You want that, don't you?"

You did. You wanted this day to end.

You cautiously licked the head of his cock, your tongue almost blistering hot. He groaned and for just a second, the hand on your nape tightened. Like he really did just want to pull you onto him and have his own way.

"There you go. Not so terrible, is it?"

It wasn't. He tasted salty, but not in an unpleasant way. And hearing him groan like that made some part of your gut flutter.

You felt just a little braver. When he pulled you closer, you let him. He rubbed the tip against your lips, smearing pre-cum all over them.

You didn't want his cock down your throat. Didn't want to feel like you were choking. But everything he'd done to you so far had been miles different to the gunslingers. Maybe he'd be different in this too.

Slowly, you opened your mouth. You expected him to shove himself inside you, betray the tiny bit of trust he'd built.

He didn't. Instead, he stood perfectly still. He even stopped using your hand, though he kept it wrapped around the base. Just letting you get comfortable. Letting you explore.

It was what your daddy did when he was working to tame a colt. He'd let them get used to him a little at a time, until they didn't mind his touch at all.

You were too nervous to take him in much deeper than the tip. But he didn't complain at all, just watched you with those golden eyes.

You sucked on him. Just the tip, but you wrapped your lips around him and treated it like it was candy. You flicked your tongue across the underside of his head, eyes locked on his to see if he liked it.

And from the way his breathing was picking up, you reckoned he liked it plenty.

Hadn't the gunslinger wanted you to kiss his? Maybe that's what men wanted. You pulled off his cock with a wet little pop and turned your attention to his shaft. You kissed him - small, shy little pecks all the way down to his hand and then back up again.

He was smiling, head tilted. He almost seemed amused.

"So that's how you like it, huh?"

You hummed, not sure how to respond. Both the gunslingers and the boss kept getting faster the closer they were to finishing. Maybe if you used your hand...

He seemed surprised when you moved your palm, but it didn't last long. When he was sure of what you were doing, he let go of your hand and let you do it all by yourself.

There was a lot of friction and you couldn't go as fast as you wanted without yanking on him. You needed some kind of lube, something to make him all slick...

Oh.

Of course.

You licked him, all the way from balls to tip, trying to drool on his cock as much as possible. He shivered, voice getting just a bit tighter.

"Careful girl. You're playing with fire."

You didn't know what he meant. All you wanted was to finish this. Be able to rest and dream sweet dreams, dreams without men's hands on your body.

His cock was wet with your spit and when you started using your hand, it squelched lewdly.

He groaned, his hand coming to your jaw and his thumb tracing your lips.

"Open your mouth for me, beauty."

You did. You couldn't look away from his eyes. That burnished gold like dead man's treasure.

He pressed his thumb against your tongue, ran it over your teeth. He seemed just as captivated by you as you were by him. The men outside were laughing again, voices raised and vulgar. But he didn't for a second look away from you.

He smiled and said something to you in a language you didn't understand.

Your hand was moving a lot faster now that you'd found your stride, your thumb brushing over his slit on every third stroke. The only sign that he was getting closer was his breathing.

At the last second, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and rested his tip against your lips.

Hot spunk shot at you, some of it dribbling down your chin and some of it coating your tongue. He groaned, jaw clenched tight. He was panting like a dog on a hot day, still looking at you like you were the finest thing he'd ever seen.

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with his thumb, smearing his load between your lips and across your teeth. He spoke in his language again, words just a little more forceful than before.

You thought he was done with you. Thought he'd be satisfied with leaving.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed you. One hand was still on your nape and you had no room to pull away.

It was your first proper kiss. He was hungry, his tongue scraping across your teeth. One hand came to rest behind you on the bed, and he slowly forced you down, still caught between his lips and his hand.

He ended up between your legs, still not letting you go even though you were both almost out of breath.

"Beauty," he muttered, lips pressing against on yours.

When he finally broke away, he didn't go far. He rested his forehead to yours, breathing hard. You were sharing the same air, in that tight little space. And somehow that felt more intimate than anything else the outlaws had done to you.

He was practically lying on top of you, the hand that held your neck now tangled in your hair, and his other at your waist. He held you like a lover would.

A lover. Would you ever have one, if they let you go? Who would want you after your virgin's blood was spilled?

He kissed your cheek, slow and lingering.

"Oh beauty, how can I be so lucky?"

He didn't let you go. Just held you underneath him and laid his head on the side of your neck.

You were tense, muscles all coiled and ready to be hurt. But in his arms, you relaxed a little at a time without even realising it. This man wouldn't hurt you, whatever his reasons were.

His dark hair had come loose from it's braid and you absentmindedly brushed it off his brow. That made him smile just a little.

It had grown quiet outside and the only sound was of the breeze rustling the curtains and his soft breathing.

"How did such a kind man become an outlaw?"

You didn't really mean to ask that. And kind couldn't be applied to him without qualifiers. But in the face of everything that had happened to you, his softness was saintly.

He hummed against your neck.

"Bad luck. Bad people. Having nowhere to go back to. It changes you."

You swallowed, sad though you weren't sure why.

"I'm sorry."

He pushed himself up and looked into your eyes.

"Don't be. You're my reward, my reparation."

He brushed his knuckles across your cheek again. "I've waited my whole life for you."

You wanted to ask why. What made you so special? Why did he want to keep you?

The door opened with a bang.

"Are ya really still busy? That ain't fuckin' fair."

The gunslingers were standing in the door, both of them looking irritated. Your whole body tensed. They couldn't be back so soon, could they?

The wrangler pushed himself to his knees. The way he was sitting, your hips ended up on his lap with your legs on either side of him. He put a hand on your thigh absent-mindedly.

When he looked back at them, any softness in him drained away. He was just another outlaw with hard eyes.

"Is it the boy? Boss is really letting you go through with it?"

"It's 'bout time he became a man. And you're the one who was goin' on 'bout playing nice."

The wrangler sighed and looked back at you. When he spoke, it was just for you to hear.

"I don't want to leave you, beauty. But boss's orders."

He leaned down and kissed you, ignoring the gunslingers' cat calls.

When he stood up, you had half a mind to ask him to stay. You almost reached for him. But the gunslingers were watching you and something in you whispered that showing him favour was a terrible idea. You kept your hands knotted in the sheets. For both your sakes.

When he was gone, you sat up and pushed yourself all the way back to the headboard. Hugged your knees to your chest. You hadn't noticed him earlier, but the gunslingers had a boy with them.

They were half dragging him into the room, one with his hand on the boy's nape and the other with a fist in his shirt.

He was young, barely past eighteen. Slightly built, with pale eyes and bronze curls. He wasn't looking at you. Or more accurately, he was doing everything possible to avoid looking at you.

The gunslingers gave him a rough shove and he landed on the bed, bouncing a little before he pushed himself up.

"Gonna get your first taste of a woman boy, and she's a real fine one."

The green eyed gunslinger leaned over and grabbed your ankle. With one brutal yank, he dragged you away from the headboard and all the way to the foot of the bed.

"Missed me, sweetheart? 'Cause I sure missed you."

He caught one of your wrists and tutted.

"Just like him to let you loose. Fuckin' hell, don't he realise how much easier you are when you're all tied up?"

He knelt with one boot on the mattress and pulled you up, twisting your arm behind your back so you ended up with your head tucked under his chin.

"We was feelin' real bad 'bout hurting you, pretty. So we thought we'd make it up to you. Brought you somethin' you'll really enjoy."

You were skeptical of anything he did. He wasn't the charitable kind.

The boy finally looked at you. His eyes were round, nervous.

"Do... do you want this?"

The gunslinger slapped a palm over your mouth before you could answer him, dragging you closer to him at the same time.

" 'Course she wants it. She'd be fighting a whole lot harder if she didn't. Ain't that right?"

"Would be clawing our eyes out if she really didn't want it," the other gunslinger agreed.

The boy looked rightly skeptical. You were crying an awful lot for someone who "wanted it."

"But..."

The dark skinned gunslinger sighed and grabbed the boy's neck.

"Look at her. You're tellin' me you ain't getting just a little hard seeing her like that?"

"Yes but -"

"But what? You want her. And she's right there for the taking. It ain't complicated."

The man holding you was obviously getting impatient.

"You wanna be a man? Wanna come on jobs with us? Than fucking earn it."

That seemed to decide him. He crawled towards you, just as scared to touch you as you were to be touched.

"What do I do?"

"Open her legs and start eating."

He touched your knee. He gulped, focused entirely on the feel of you. He slowly let his hands drift up your thighs.

When he reached your mid thighs, he tried to pull them apart just a little. You kept your legs as tightly closed as you could. Whatever you tried to say was muffled by the gunslinger's hand, but it was enough to make the boy look up at your face.

You could see it in his eyes. The desire to have you and the horror at knowing this was all forced. In the end, guilt won.

"I can't."

He pulled away from you, his fingers shaking.

"She doesn't want this. How can you hold her down and make her take it?"

The dark skinned gunslinger clicked his teeth in annoyance.

"God, could you be any more pathetic? It don't matter what she wants. All that matters is that you're strong enough to take what you want."

The boy was almost off the bed when the gunslinger grabbed his hair and yanked him back.

"It's a lesson you gotta learn boy. Or you ain't gonna live long in this business."

The boy yelped, hands coming up to try and pull himself loose. You could have told him it was useless - you couldn't escape their hold no matter how hard you fought.

He dragged the boy across the bed and back to you.

The gunslinger holding you could see where this was going and he laughed, mean and mocking.

"Gonna be the hard way, eh?"

His hand dropped from your mouth and curled around your throat. He squeezed, just hard enough to remind you of his strength.

"Be a good little pet and open your legs."

You didn't. Hadn't they done enough already? They'd ruined you. Why not just leave the boy alone?

The gunslinger growled. "Ain't listening so well without my belt around your throat, is that it?"

He twisted your arm further up your back, until your whole shoulder was throbbing. You squirmed, arching against him to get the pressure off.

"Do I gotta teach you a whole new lesson in obedience? I promise I'm a much harder master than the boss."

He let go of you throat and grabbed your thigh, his fingers digging into the meat. His partner was quick to do the same on your other leg. It wasn't any good fighting them. They weren't scared of hurting you and they didn't care if they left bruises.

They wrenched your thighs apart and the gunslinger shoved the boys head between your legs.

"You ain't scared of a lil' blood, are ya? Clean her up nice and good."

The boy looked up at you with tears brimming in his waterline.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't have the boss's skill. His tongue was soft, hesitant. Probing, but totally unsure what to do.

You shivered at the feeling of his lips on your clit, his warm breath tickling your thighs.

The gunslinger growled and pushed him further down, until his nose was grinding into your folds.

"She ain't gonna get away. Use your whole tongue, suck on her, bite. Fuck's sake, do we gotta do everything for you?"

The one at your back laughed and nipped your cheek.

"She wants it though. Just look at those pretty tears."

The boy whimpered but did as he was told, dragging his tongue all the way up. His hands came to rest on your thighs, skin so much softer than the other men's.

His teeth brushed your clit and you gasped. The boy froze.

And then, he did it again.

You shuddered, thighs shaking just a little. He didn't seem to notice it, but his grip on your legs was getting tighter. He focused on the sensitive spot he'd found, raking his tongue across it.

You made another small, involuntary sound.

The man at your back purred. "There. Ain't that sweet to hear?"

The boy started to suck on your clit, tongue hot and wet. He pushed himself deeper, his nose and chin both buried in your cunt. He didn't even notice when the gunslinger let go of his hair.

He curled his arm around your lower back and pulled you closer to him, almost lifting you off the bed. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the room.

The gunslinger let go of you thigh, satisfied that the boy had a good grip on you. He kissed the corner of your lips, his hand coming up to play with your tits.

"Y'know, we never did get to make you come. Can't help wonderin' what you sound like."

You kept your jaw clenched tight. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction.

He must have read your mind, because he chuckled. Pinched your nipple hard enough that you bucked in his grip.

"Oh, you're going to come for us. Ain't that right boy?"

The boy muttered something and went right back to eating you out. You could feel the same heat in your belly as when the boss had you. Like a band about to snap. Every little move was too much, every flick of his tongue on your clit was somehow more intense.

You squirmed, trying everything you could to get him off. The boy ignored you. Just held on a little tighter and pinned you thigh to the bed.

"Please," you whined. "It's too much."

The gunslingers snickered at that.

"Poor darlin'. Does it hurt real good?"

"Don't fight it. Just let it happen. No one will know except us."

"And we're real good at keeping secrets."

The extra mean gunslinger pressed his cheek against yours and looked down at the boy between your legs.

"Don't tell me you're shy. We're real well acquainted by now, ain't we?"

You hated when he spoke to you like that. All sweetly condescending.

The boy wasn't letting up. Just kept sucking your clit and dipping his flexed tongue into your hole, switching from one to the other like he couldn't get enough. Like you were water in the desert and he'd drop dead without you in his mouth.

You fisted the duvet in your free hand, trying to distract yourself. No good. Your body had wants and needs of its own.

You could feel it building and there wasn't anything you could do to stop it.

You threw your head back and bit your lip, but it still wasn't enough. Small whines and gasps slipped through.

Your cunt was clenching, your whole belly a warm knot finally coming undone. It felt better than good.

It felt fucking incredible.

The boy didn't seem to notice. He just kept at it, even though your clit was swollen and aching and bright with blood.

The gunslinger noticed though. You could feel him smiling against your neck.

He tugged at your earlobe with his teeth and then kissed all the way down to your shoulder.

"Maybe we ought to be nicer, if that's what you sound like."

"Like a fox in a trap. Whinin' so nice 'fer us."

Your whole body felt like you touched lightening. And the boy's tongue was the worst if it.

"Please, enough. I...can't..."

The dark skinned gunslinger leaned closer to you, smiling in a way that wasn't nice at all.

"You're so sweet when you beg, filly. Ask politely and I'll get him off you."

You swallowed your pride. What was left of it after today anyway? They'd seen far too much of you for you to hold onto false modesty.

"Please. It's too much. Just make it stop."

Maybe it was your voice or maybe it was your tears or maybe he was just feeling merciful after emptying his balls inside you. He grabbed the boy's hair and hauled him up.

The kid's lips were red and swollen, his whole jaw slick with spit and spunk. He looked dazed, eyes still on the spot between your thighs.

"I'm not done yet. Can't I just..."

"Ain't complaining now, are ya? You see why we went through all that trouble for her?"

He was still holding onto you and he made a half hearted tug to get you closer to him.

"Five more minutes. Please."

The gunslinger scoffed. "You think just 'cause you had a taste you can make demands?"

He pulled the boy's hair and dragged him off the bed. His jeans were bulging at the crotch and his eyes never left you.

"But you said -"

"We said that you'd get a taste. Nothin' more."

The gunslinger holding you spoke up, his lips still pressed against your shoulder.

"You gotta earn it boy. Our girl ain't gonna be wasted on some greenhorn."

"Gonna have to make do with your fist, like the rest of us had to."

When the boy was off the bed, the gunslinger let go of your arm and shoved you forward. You landed on your forearms, your body sprawled in front of him.

He planted a hard smack on your ass and leaned over you, lips brushing your hair.

"You'd better dream about me sweetheart. Better feel me in your mouth when you close your eyes."

His fingers swiped across your cunt, rough and probing. You winced at the feel of him.

"Or else I'll just have to fuck you so hard the memory is burned into your mind."

You looked over your shoulder, eyes catching his for just a second. Long enough to realise he meant every word of his threat. He smirked, satisfied.

He stood and grabbed the boy by his upper arm. Together with his partner, they bundled him out the door. Business all finished, eh?

You sagged into the bed and watched them leave, your cunt still pulsing when you moved. You were exhausted and you looked it, too tired to push yourself up.

A hand caught the door before it closed.

Another one? How much more were you supposed to take?

The newcomer nudged the door back open and stood there for a minute, watching you. He had a bowl of water in his hand, a wash rag thrown over the side.

You hadn't seen his face before, but you recognised him. The tall, well spoken one who made you ride on his horse.

He was dressed better than most of the others. A black, silk waist coat and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. A silver cross dangled on a chain around his neck.

It made you want to laugh. What God could he worship, when he was a sinner so black?

"Hello dove."

You didn't answer. Just watched him with your cunt fluttering and your lips bruised.

He was the palest out of them all, skin more like a scholar's than a cowboy's. He had black hair, as long as the gunslinger's, but tied back. He was probably Chinese, but born on this side of the Pacific. His accent was almost the same as yours.

He walked towards you slowly. Not nervous, but more like he was worried about spooking you.

He put the bowl of water down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, half facing you.

"It must hurt."

You stayed quiet. What did he know of hurt? He wasn't the one being held down and fucked.

He nodded at the bowl. You hadn't noticed it, but the water was a milky white.

"That's to clean you up. I reckon they left a few more cuts and scrapes than they intended."

You found your voice. Smaller, meeker than you remembered.

"Why do you care?"

"You think we don't care?"

You blinked. Of course you thought that. What else was there to think? They were outlaws who took you to satisfy themselves for an afternoon or two. What more could there be?

He laughed, but it was a bitter thing.

"Oh, qīn’ài de. If we didn't care, you'd still be a free woman."

You didn't understand what he was getting at. He sighed and reached for your ankle.

You jerked away. You didn't want to be touched ever again. Not by a man, not by anyone.

He sighed again.

"Don't be difficult. I want to help you."

"Why?"

He was quiet. Just watching you with his dark eyes. There was something familiar about him, though you couldn't tell what.

Finally, "You don't remember me."

You were in no frame of mind to care about his feelings.

"No."

He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his forehead resting on his knuckles. Like a man at prayer. He turned his head a little to speak to you.

"It's been a long time, but you saved my life once."

You frowned, totally blank.

"You were still just a girl. Thirteen or fourteen maybe. I'd just turned twenty, part of a gang for the first time and too damn cocky."

He rubbed the skin just above his thumb. There was an ugly scar there, the skin still raised and puckered after all these years.

"Our heist went wrong. Sherrif and his deputies were waiting for us. I got shot. Not so bad that it would kill me, but bad enough that I couldn't make it home."

You couldn't see where this was going.

"Ended up in a barn, bleeding everywhere. I heard footsteps and I thought for sure I was done for. That the rancher was going to blow my brains all over the wall. But it wasn't him that found me."

You sat up slowly and ended up on your knees, your back to him. You thought you understood now, but you let him keep speaking.

"Wasn't him, but his daughter. Dropped the milk when she saw me but she didn't scream. Just came over and asked how she could help me. Me. A wanted man who'd just killed six deputies."

You didn't know that part of the story. All you remembered was the hot summer sun slanting through the cracks in the barn, and the young man bleeding out in the hay. You remembered him digging the bullet out and asking you to stitch him up, his face going all pale.

You closed you eyes and it was like you were right back there, hiding him in the hayloft and telling your pa the blood on your dress was from killing a chicken.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

"Because you looked scared. And because I was a little in love with you."

That probably wasn't the answer he was expecting. You pulled in a shuddering breath.

"You were older than me, but still so young. The most handsome man I'd ever met. You told me you got shot by mistake, and not to tell anyone because it would get your little brother in trouble."

You could hear a smile in his voice.

"And you believed me?"

"Yes. Why would you lie to me? Outlaws were just a thing from stories. And I suppose I wanted to believe you. You told me I was going to be really pretty someday, that you'd have to come back and marry me. No one had ever said anything like that to me."

He hummed. "You really thought I was handsome?"

"Yes."

He still was, but he had none of the sweet, boyish softness you remembered. He was handsome in a hard, dangerous way. Diamond rough. You could cut your skin on the sharpness of him.

"But what does that have to do with anything? Why...why do this to me, if you owe me your life?"

He sighed and reached for you. He hooked his arm around your waist and dragged you onto his lap.

"I kept checking in on you over the years, do you know that? Every time I was near your ranch I'd ride out and look for you. Always watching."

"Why?"

"I felt like I owed you. I wanted to make sure you were fine. And when you got older...well, I just liked looking at you."

You shivered. There was something in his voice, a longing far deeper than anyone of the other cowboys'.

"Will you let me go when you're done?"

He sighed and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Maybe that would be the merciful option. But we aren't merciful men."

He pulled your head onto his shoulder when you started crying.

"You're going to stay with us, qīn’ài de. For a very, very long time."

"Why now? Why..."

His hand was soft in your hair, his voice even softer.

"You're young, lovely, a rancher's only child. How much longer 'til your pa started to consider marriage? And who would come knocking on his door? No, I couldn't loose you to them."

"You're the one..." you tried pulling away but he kept you still, head against his shoulder.

"Me," he agreed, "I'm the one to blame for this. And even knowing that, I wouldn't take it back."

"The others..."

"Brutes, aren't they? But they're my brothers. And once they saw you, they wanted you too."

He said he couldn't loose you to another man, but that didn't make any sense.

"If that's true, why did you let the others..." You swallowed, not sure how to go on.

"Why did I let the others have you first?"

You nodded. He played with the cross on his necklace. Finally, he spoke.

"Because I want the most time with you."

He pulled away to look at you and you realised how wrong you were. It wasn't that he didn't feel any lust for you, it was just that he hid it far better than the rest of them.

But now... oh, his was the worst you'd seen. Boiling hot, on the end of its tether. This was a man who wanted you. Who'd spent years wanting you.

He laid a palm on your thigh.

"They got you for an hour each maybe. But I'm going to have you all night."

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