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[littlemiss-sakura]

To Prepare His Bed

Note: I've been so distracted while wrapping this up, sorry if it's a mess.

Warnings: 18+! a bit of angst, a bit of smut, and a bit of fluff. mention of bullying.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Being Sihtric's maid came with unexpected pleasures.

wordcount: 3,7k

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The air was thick and warm, your bodies coated with sweat and glistening in the dim flames of lit torches and candles in Sihtric's room. Your hands were tangled in his loose locks while your tongues nearly intertwined as you kissed vigorously. Sihtric was tender, with soft loving touches and deep passionate kisses, cherishing every part of you and wanting to please you as much as he needed the pleasure himself. His moans were low and heavy, in sync with his slow and rhythmic thrusts into you while you felt every inch of him deep inside you.

This had been bound to happen; you, underneath him in his bed, both unclothed, with your lips and tongues locked in a passionate kiss while hands were tangled in each other's hair and digging into each other's skin. Sihtric was a widow. The widowed Lord of Dunholm, and he had been a secretive and solitary man for years. But Sihtric was also a man of status and wealth, while you were merely one of the several maids under his employment. You were tasked with washing his clothes and sweeping the floor in his bedroom, as well as preparing the bed for him every night. And you had been chosen by the man himself to wash, comb and braid his hair every few days. The latter was a task you thoroughly enjoyed as it was an intimate and pleasantly time consuming process. You loved being close to his soothing energy, and you had caught feelings for your Lord ever since the very first time you were in his slightly intimidating presence. And evidently, you hadn't gone unnoticed by him either.

You had just washed his hair one late evening before it happened. A long, silent and lustful tension had lingered before it was acted upon. Sihtric sat at the desk in his royal bedroom, his eyes scanning a map on which the surrounding lands of Dunholm were drawn, his damp hair recently combed by you and tucked behind his ears. In the dull mirror that hung above his desk, which was simply a large silver plate, you noticed his eyes followed you occasionally as you prepared his bed.

You felt his gaze upon you as you fluffed up his pillows and straightened the sheets once more. He quietly kept his eyes on you as you took his silky robe out of the dark oaken closet. You went over to him, like every night, with means of hanging the robe next to his desk, where he would undress once you had left the room, and slip into the robe before he'd stare out of his window for a moment, after which he would go to sleep. It was a routine, like a dance, it had been the same for months and you both knew what to expect each night. But Sihtric suddenly broke that routine when you neared his desk that evening.

'On the bed, please,' he said, his voice calm and gentle.

You stopped in your tracks, just behind him and you locked eyes in the dull mirror. Your expression confused, and a soft, nervous chuckle sounded before you spoke.

'... Lord?'

'I said on the bed,' Sihtric repeated as he turned to look up at you, never raising his voice or changing his considerate tone.

'Of course, my Lord.'

You bowed your head to the Earl and turned in an attempt to place his robe on the bed, but stopped when Sihtric suddenly got up from his chair before you could do so.

'Not the robe,' he said with equal tenderness as he closed in on you.

You turned to face him and he took the clothing out of your hands. He then threw his robe carelessly on the floor and backed you further towards his bed, slowly and all but threateningly. You looked up at him with big eyes. Sihtric towered over you and you wouldn't stand a chance against him, but you also knew after months of working for him that there was hardly any evil inside of him, and his movements along with his expression reassured you he did not mean any harm.

'I… I don't understand, my Lord,' you whispered while his hands gently took your face.

'You,' Sihtric murmured as he looked you up and down, 'on the bed.'

'L-Lord?'

You felt your cheeks heat up. He couldn't possibly mean what you took away from his words. But if not, then why was your face cupped by his warm and rough hands? And then why did he look at you as if he desired you, as if you had lit a fire inside of him which he could not contain anymore.

'I want you on my bed,' he said softly and paused for a second, 'or on my desk, I'm not that picky,' he shrugged and gave you a playful wink.

And that was how you had ended up in his bed, making deep and passionate love until dawn showed. He did everything to make sure you reached your high along with him, and the tenderness with how he touched and kissed you made it all seem as if it was only a dream. A dream you've had many times before it finally happened in reality. And you fell asleep in his arms afterwards. His strong arms, a place that granted you warmth, safety and comfort. But regardless of all that, you still snuck out of his embrace before he woke, and left quietly to your own room.

You were just a maid who was easy on the eye, and Sihtric was a Lord with needs and cravings like any man, and those you would happily soothe for him. But you also knew the other maids and servants would judge you for it, and you were convinced that Sihtric didn't possibly want to be seen sleeping with a maid, when he could have any lady he longed for. You assumed you were just an easy and meaningless hump to him, but now that you knew what an attentive lover he was, it only made your feelings for him stronger.

The day after your sudden pleasurable night, you avoided Sihtric, knowing you would have to face him eventually as you were tasked with your daily duties, but you tried to escape his presence wherever possible. You were terrified that it had been a mistake on his end, or perhaps a trap of sorts to see how easy to persuade you were, and that it would eventually cost you your job because maybe he hadn't been quite satisfied, even though his deep and heavy moans had told you something else the night before.

When you met Sihtric in the great hall later that day, amidst the other maids, you kept your head down as you crossed paths. But Sihtric still acknowledged you in passing, greeting you with respect and dignity, like he always did. A relief washed over you when it became evident that he simply acted as if nothing had happened around everyone else. And so you acted the same when you were to prepare his bed that evening, like every other evening before.

You tried to be oblivious to the somewhat uncomfortable silence in the room while you did your duties. You felt a strange pressure to mention the events of the night before, but you thought it was best to try and forget about it. You noticed Sihtric didn't follow you with his eyes anymore while he sat at his desk, and when you brought him his robe he thanked you politely, but without looking at you like he usually did. You respectfully bowed your head and slightly bended through your knees as you did, then turned to leave his room.

'Good night, my Lord.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric replied without looking away from the same map he was staring at last night.

'Lord?'

He took a deep breath, then only half turned, allowing you to see his sharp and near perfect side profile while he spoke to you while still avoiding eye contact.

'I'm sorry,' he said softly, 'if I have made you do things you did not want to last night.'

'No,' you protested, 'no, Lord, you have not done anything against my will. It was… it was a pleasure,' you confessed with a shy smile.

'But,' Sihtric scoffed lightly, then finally looked at you as you stood in the door, 'you wouldn't look at me all day.'

'I was ashamed, Lord,' you said quickly, 'I was worried that you felt it had been a mistake, and that you perhaps felt shame.'

'I don't think it was a mistake. I have no regrets, my lady. And I would not hesitate to do it again, if you would allow me.'

'I would allow you,' you giggled, your entire body becoming warmer upon hearing his words, 'but I… I'm afraid I will need an evening to recover, Lord.'

'Recover?' Sihtric furrowed his brow.

'Lord,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'if I may be so honest, you are, and I mean this with the utmost respect, very blessed with your,' you swallowed hard, 'your, well, your s-size and, eh, skills.'

'Oh,' Sihtric breathed with a whisper, and his cheeks turned a shade of red, 'I- I thank you, my lady. And I see. Well then, please, go and rest now.'

You thanked him and left, your heart beating out of your chest while you felt droplets of sweat running down your back. Your mouth was dry and your hands were clammy, but knowing that you had evidently pleased the man you had been in love with for months now, even as much so that he wanted to have you once again tonight, made you giggle in your bed as you tried to get a good night's rest and recover from the soreness which taunted your legs and hips.

The next evening you landed in bed with Sihtric once again, making love for hours and afterwards falling asleep in his arms once more. You had intended to sneak out of his room again that following morning, figuring your nightly adventures were still meant to be kept secret, but to your surprise you discovered that Sihtric had already left the room himself and so you found yourself alone in his large bed. You noticed you had slept longer than usual, as the night before had required quite the energy from you, and you jumped out of bed to start your day's routine.

As the weeks progressed, you and Sihtric began to spend many nights together in his room, after your duties had been done. The first few times after that first night were just as tender and sweet, but you gradually began to learn that as tender as he could be, his rugged warrior side had never left him after the last battle he ever fought. He slowly became rougher with you over time. Instead of carefully picking you and carrying you to his bed to lay you down gently, he started to throw you over his shoulder while you were still preparing his bed, after which he would toss you onto the soft sheets before climbing on top of you and pinning you down. And whenever you weren't making love in the late evenings, you were simply talking for hours while you sat snuggled up in his large windowsill, gazing at the Moon and her stars while you spoke of the past and dreams for the future.

Sihtric was a man with secrets and desires that were new to you, and no one could possibly make you feel as loved and safe as he did while he utterly ravaged you at the same time. It was a mystery, the way he was so rough and still gentle, and it only made you want him more. You began to taunt him during the day while you were working, giving him playful winks or running your hand down his bare chest as you stood behind him and washed his hair. And sometimes you lightly tugged his hair while braiding his locks, his low grunt sending a pleasant shiver down your spine and causing you to press your thighs together as you could only anticipate how he would retaliate later that night, and he never disappointed.

Where you had first tried to be discreet and quiet, he began to take you in ways that made it impossible for you to keep your volume down. And Sihtric didn't care, for the louder you were for him, the more he loved it. He enjoyed the idea of having others know how good he treated you, and how good he was treated in return as well. Your escapades continued and you fell asleep in his arms almost every night, only to wake up alone in his bed again the next morning. It had become a new routine, and it was one you both equally enjoyed.

But soon, your nights spent together gained a dark side to it. Naturally, the remaining maids had heard the lewd noises coming from their Lord's bedroom. And more than once one of them had noticed you were dressed in yesterday's gown, as you were spotted leaving his room in the morning after you had tidied it, as was your duty. And after days of wondering, the maids all gathered one late evening and peeked through the tiny gaps in the wooden walls, as sinful sounds and words were heard once again. Your secret was discovered, and jealousy began to spread along with rumours.

They whispered that you were degraded from being a respected maid to a filthy whore. They believed that you slept with Sihtric in the hopes to inherit his lands one day. Some even believed you had been his mistress when his wife was still alive, while you weren't even in Dunholm when he was still married. And others believed you had worked in the town's whorehouse before humping your way into the Lord's home, continuing your job as a whore not just with Sihtric, but according to them also inviting other men to your own private room on nights that Sihtric wasn't present in the town.

None of these stories were true and the lies that were made up, by those who simply wished to have one night with the man you had fallen in love with, began to hurt and affect you. Sihtric noticed you gradually started to shy away from his teasing, to the point of even politely turning him down when he made an advance in private. You eventually started to sleep in your own room again and wouldn't even respond to his tender touches anymore while you did your duties, to which Sihtric felt rejected and confused. And you again began to feel that, as Sihtric still snuck out every morning when you shared the bed with him, he was ashamed of being with you.

It all led up to one late evening which would change everything. You had been pulling away from Sihtric, which had kept him up at night as he wondered what he had done wrong while tears pricked in his eyes. He had fallen in love with you during the nights you were intimate, not just due to the intercourse, but even more by the long and deep conversations you had as he held you in his arms. 

And Sihtric became truly concerned when you suddenly didn't show up one evening, at the usual time, to do your tasks of preparing his bed and untangling his braided hair. He got up from his desk and grabbed his robe, and then as you suddenly entered his room, his heart dropped and broke, for your face told him you had been crying.

'You're pulling away from me,' he spoke first, his voice trembling, 'why? What have I done wrong? Have I hurt y-'

'I wish to be freed from my tasks and leave,' you said quietly.

Sihtric stared at you, and the silence seemed endless before he finally spoke.

'I beg your pardon, my lady?' he said, barely above a whisper, 'leave?'

'I… I am not a pleasure maid,' you sniffled, 'I know you do not wish to be seen with me as you always sneak away in the morning, but the others, all the maids already know about us. They have spied on us, through the walls, and now they are talking ill of me and spreading false truths. I do not mind to please you, Lord, but it is not my duty, and if you are ashamed of me-'

'Ashamed?' Sihtric interrupted, 'why would I be ashamed of you? My first wife was a whore, by the gods,' he scoffed, 'you are my maid, yes, but your job is not to sleep with me, and you're not just a maid to me either. I have no shame in humping you. In fact, I take great pride in it and it was never meant to be seen as… as a duty. I am terribly sorry if you thought it was your job to spend nights with me. And I only sneak away because you snuck away after that first night. And I thought you did not want to be seen with me, so I only did what I thought was right. I thought that's how you wanted it, to keep it a secret, so I tried too.'

'What?' you could only ask after another long silence.

'I… I thought you didn't want to be seen with me,' Sihtric shrugged, bewildered at the entire situation, just like you.

'What? No. Oh, Sihtric,' you sighed, 'you foolish man- Lord, I mean.'

'I… I don't understand.'

'I thought you wanted to keep us a secret,' you said, 'for I am not a lady of status. I believed I was only good for your pleasure, which I enjoyed myself too, but I… I have feelings for you. Real feelings. I know we can never be, and I enjoyed our nights together, but all these… these lies that are being told about me now, that I am deceiving you and that I am merely a whore who lets every man hump her… I can't bear it anymore. You don't know what it's like to be banished by your friends, by the other maids, because they are jealous and suddenly think less of me and they believe I only want your riches. But I don't. I don't care about any of that, I swear it. I only care about you. I've only ever cared about you, because I… I love you.'

You had said it. There was no reverse to the words you had spoken out loud, and Sihtric seemed clearly surprised and taken aback. He paced around his room for a moment while he compulsively scratched his goatee, and then cleared his throat as he looked at you.

'You love me?'

'I do, Lord.'

Sihtric hummed as he continued to pace around, and he stopped once he stood in front of you.

'Very well,' he said, 'there is only one thing I can do to make these lies stop, and that is to make you my wife.'

'W-what?'

'Will you be my wife?'

You stared at Sihtric while you slowly processed his words.

'Your… wife?'

'My wife,' he suddenly smiled proudly.

'I… y-yes?' you let out a sudden nervous laughter, 'I mean, yes. Yes, of course I want to be your wife!'

You both laughed as relief settled, and Sihtric was quick to grab your face as gently as always, and he kissed your lips eagerly after having been deprived of your taste and touch for days now. You were as needy as he was, and soon you began to rake your fingers through his loose hair, dishevelling it further as you did.

'Now that you'll be my wife,' he murmured in between kisses while he lifted you up in his arms, 'I should make it clear for everyone,' he said while you enveloped your legs around his waist, 'that I hump my wife whenever,' he kicked his bedroom door open and walked over to the large table in the great hall, 'and wherever I want.'

He sat you down on the table, where everyone could see you as the great hall was the heart of his residence, and he pushed your skirt up. His warm hands squeezed your thighs, very aware that several maids were around and had stopped what they were doing after hearing his door slam open. They watched with their mouths agape as their Lord untied his robe and wrapped his hands under your knees to pull you flush against him. You were dazed but fully present and aware of what was happening, and you made no attempt to stop him, as you knew this was his way of silencing the slander that had been made up and spread about you.

You slid your hands up to tangle your fingers into his hair while he kissed you as greedily as he had done that first night. Sihtric swiftly removed your undergarments and lined himself up, his robe barely covering up both your privates, but neither of you cared. A gasp left you both once he sheathed inside you, and the room was dead silent at that moment, apart from the clattering of a cup that one maid dropped as she stared with big eyes at the events that unfolded upon the table she had just prepared for the next morning.

Sihtric rutted against you, having missed you and that way you made him feel while you had pulled away from him, and he was desperate to make up for the precious time that was lost. And so were you. You moaned against his lips as he took with a steady and ravaging pace, proudly claiming you in front of everyone present in the hall. And you enjoyed him entirely, with his lips on your neck, your hands in his hair, and his hands gripping your waist while his cock was buried deep inside you. You couldn't get enough of him, knowing that every pair of eyes on you belonged to those who had polluted your name and reputation, and they were watching from the darkened corridors and corners with maddening jealousy. They watched how Sihtric grunted your name as the table creaked underneath you and the setted plates and cutlery rattled with each hard thrust, while the silver and golden cups fell over and rolled off the table as you came with a loud moan.

'My wife,' Sihtric growled as came inside you, 'tomorrow, I'm making you my wife.'

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[littlemiss-sakura]

Wrio with a cute bunny girl who goes into heat that actually makes him go at it like bunnies! >.< so much so that he couldn’t even get hard anymore and reader just whines and pokes it telling his cock to get hard again for more breeding!

i luv this idea eeeek. big domineering man + docile horny bunny girl will always be delish .

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི bunny fem reader ᕱ⑅ᕱ daddy kink. minor breeding / wc ꒱ 550 ~ / 18+

wriothesley knows that for others they believe rules are made to be broken.

he didn’t necessarily follow that same philosophy. he preferred to run on the straight lines, rarely ever straying, but he knows that many wouldn’t do the same. 

luckily he’s more than capable of adapting and making sure that those who sought to play out of bounds would be dragged back in by his bare hands.

rules are there for a reason, and he couldn’t understand how they slipped from him this time.

he regrets giving in to your every request. he admits it’s because his heart softened at the sight of a creature so precious.

wriothesley is wasting away on the bed with his clothes disheveled and stained while the bunny he loves so dearly, ravaged him.

“you’re so handsome daddy . . .”

there it is again.

the dulcet sound of your soft voice feathered by a petulant whine.

your finger poked his spent cock. it laid wet and heavy on his taut stomach, with some of his cum damp on his chest. he can’t remember how many times he’s fucked you. he was warned about your heat, and nothing could prepare him for this.

he’s fought tough battles, taking on men thrice his size, skirting on the edge of death. they were brutal fights that nearly cost him his life, and somehow that seemed like a much easier hill to climb.

he’s exhausted and drained of every drop of cum he could pump out, and you still weren’t done. you continued to kiss his cock, lapping at it with long and rough strokes. the skin of his leaking shaft was raw from your sucks and the heat from your inner walls.

he could barely muster the strength to speak. his voice is hoarse from commands that fell on your deaf ears and all the groans escaping his lips.

“baby . . . daddy is tired . g-give-give me a second.”

he pulls at your floppy ears to halt your movement, but you only nose at his balls in response. your tongue darts out to taste his sweaty skin and he curses at himself when his body betrays him.

his dick twitches to life from your incessant nipping, and hearts take shape in your eyes.

you drag your soft body on top of his once more to straddle him yet again. your fat bunny cunt gaping and dripping cum hovers over his pudgy tip before swallowing his entire member.

“fuckkkkkk . . bunny, you’re gonna kill me. . .how much fuckin’ nut does that little pussy need ?”

you make a sound, halfway from a moan and a giggle. like a good bunny, you hop up and down until his head kisses your womb filling it with hot seed.

your tits bounce with every jerk of your hips and his hand on your plump ass encourages more of your of passion.

“daddy daddy daddy , I need all of it ♡ love y’r cum so much, hnn~”

there was never a battle wriothesley couldn’t win, not yet at least, but this time, wriothesley forfeits.

he’s accepted that he’s finally lost, and that his sweet bunny girl was the cause of his demise.

[littlemiss-sakura]

I know Choso whines when he’s fucking. Mans cannot hold himself back.

He ruts into you, gripping the sheets by your head so hard his knuckles turn white. His eyes roll back and and his tongue hangs out.

He’s panting and moaning and whining. Pleases and need its spilling from his lips. Hes rutting himself into you, tears falling from his eyes.

And when on your on top, lord. He thrust his cock into you like it’s the last time he’ll get to feel you. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he paws at your hips. He begs you to go faster, to milk his dick.

And when Choso cums he cums a lot. His thighs twitch as bucks up into you. He shoves himself so far deep, toes curling, legs spread wide.

He couldn’t stop if he tried, cum continuously bursting out of his tip.

He lays there content and satisfied, tugging you closer so he could fall asleep.

[littlemiss-sakura]

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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VI

Why hello there! I am finally back with an Eepy Boi update!! Sorry it took me so long to get around to posting this, between the holidays and my work schedule being all over the place and a heap of other junk it took me a bit, lol. We're taking a little jump back? Forward? In time this chapter, the Fall Festival is finally upon us... Maybe a little bit of tension starts to occur? This is going to be a very fun chapter hehe. Thank all of you so so much for your continued support during my hiatus, I see every single note, reblog, and kudos on this fic, I read every single comment I get, all of you are absolutely wonderful, again, thank you. If you would like to be added to my tag list for this fic, please let me know! If you ever want to come be crazy over the Sleep Token boys with me, shoot me an ask or a message! Now onto the good stuff, I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: None, fluff, not proofread

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Part V - Part VI (TBA)

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“Absolutely not.” Vessel responds blankly as he flips through one of the magazines by the register.

“Ves, come on.” You groan. “It's one night.”

“Yeah, one night with a whole group of people that want to run us out of town.” He retaliates in the same bored tone as he turns another page.

“Everyone's going to be wearing costumes, no one will know it's you.” You offer as you start bagging his purchase.

“They've seen pictures of us, love.”

“What? Those blurry, grainy sasquatch looking photos from the paper?” You sigh, handing him the bags. “Listen, I know you're worried. I know you just want to keep everyone safe, but you hiding yourselves away is only going to make people more suspicious.” You could feel his eyes studying your face.

“I get the slightest feeling that something is wrong we leave, do we have a deal?” He sticks out his hand to you, you clap your own into his without hesitation, giving it a firm shake. “I agree that people might be more comfortable with us being in town if we can exist in the same space without an issue… I just hope you're right about this.” 

“I'll be right by your side the whole time.” You exchange a soft smile.

“Are you closing early that day?” He asks.

“Of course, I have to get into costume myself.” You giggle. “I'll be closing at noon that day, but I can always reopen if you guys want to stock up afterwards.” You offer.

“It’s not that, I wouldn't want to trouble you.” He chuckles. “I was thinking maybe we could meet here before the festival.” 

“I'd like that.” 

“Then it's a date.” He bows his head slightly in dismissal before pushing out the door.

The next day the store was abuzz with excited children picking out glow sticks, mother's buying ingredients for their bake sale items, and last minute costume necessities for all the town's residents. “Miss (Y/N)!” You can't help but smile as a young boy with messy brown hair and a gapped tooth smile rushes up to the counter.

“Daclan, she's busy-” his mother starts, a bubbly school teacher you had gotten to know quite well since she had moved to town.

“Don't worry about it, Siobhan.” You chuckle, pulling the bucket of candy out from behind the counter and discreetly offering it to him. You lean down slightly, “if you don't tell the other kids I'll let you take two.” You whisper with a wink. He shoves his hand into the bucket before quickly and triumphantly retrieving his candy.

“Miss (Y/N), are you coming to the Fall festival?” He asks excitedly.

“Of course I am, I wouldn't miss it for the world.” You smile. “What's your costume going to be this year?” He starts rambling on about his skeleton costume as you ring the two of them up.

“Woah! Mom, look at him!” Your attention flashes over to the door to see Vessel frozen in place as every pair of eyes in the store land on him. As quickly as he caught their attention it was gone, the bustling energy returning once more as everyone continued their shopping. You motion him closer with a wave of your hand. Declan stared up at the large masked man in amazement. “What are you supposed to be?”

Vessel gives you the briefest of looks, not exactly sure how to respond at first. But, seeing the boy's bright smile and lack of fear, it warmed his heart. He leans down, resting his elbows on the counter to bring himself closer to eye level. “The Grim Reaper, pretty scary, right?” He says with a grin.

“Awesome!” Declan exclaims in response. “Mom, can we make a costume like his next year?” Vessel chuckles at the young boy’s excitement.

“Sure thing, honey.” She ruffles Declan’s hair. “Come on, let’s let Miss (Y/N) close up so she can get ready.” You exchange goodbye’s with her, Declan telling you that he hopes you get to see his costume before hurrying out the door.

“So far so good.” You remark as you lean against the counter, you and Vessel shifting to more easily face each other. “I promise tonight will be fun.” You reach out, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Well, if you talk so highly about this festival, I can't see any harm in giving it a shot.” You wait for your last few customers to file out of the store before locking up.

“Where's everyone else?” You ask, looking out in the empty lot for their truck.

“They're in back, I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all.” You click off your open sign with a smile, motioning with a nod for Vessel to follow you out the front door. Your keys jingled in your hand as you struggled with the lock. “You'd think after all this time I wouldn't mess this up.” You sigh. The front door had a tendency to not shut fully unless things were maneuvered a certain way; the keys had to be slid into the lock a certain way, you had to push the door fully shut with your shoulder, you felt your cheeks start to burn as you struggled with something so simple in Vessel’s presence.

“Mind if I give it a try?” He offers quietly. You shuffle out of his way, the heat of his body noticeable against yours as he slid a little too close behind you. He jiggles the key slightly, slamming his shoulder into the glass pane’s metal frame, managing to slide the deadbolt into place. He pulls on the handle a couple times, making sure it's fully secure, before turning to you with a proud smile. “There, that should do it. He follows you out back, the other three members of the usual group lounging in the cab of the truck. IV was the first to notice you, perking up in his seat when his eyes landed on your approaching form. He nudges II, who looks up immediately from the book he was reading at the mention of your name.

“Where's your costume?” III asks in mock annoyance. He hops down from his place situated in the bed of the truck, his long strides allowing him to approach you quickly and pull you into his arms. He pulls back slightly, his blue eyes finding yours and making you freeze under their warm gaze. “Promise me I'll get you to myself for at least a little while tonight.” You could hear the smile he was wearing under his mask lace it's way through his words. Before you had a chance to respond the passenger door of the truck was kicked open, IV practically falling to the ground as he scrambled out. Your eyes darted up to three, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gazed down at you. He gives you a quick wink before he steps back, satisfied with your flustered state. 

IV bounds up to you, excitedly taking your hands in his. “I can't wait to see your costume.” You jump slightly as a warm hand if placed against your lower back, you caught the sight of II in your peripheral.

“Well we have to let her go get changed into it first.” He chuckles. “It's good to see you, love.”

“Come on guys.” You chuckle, motioning for the four of them to follow you. “You can hang out upstairs while I get ready.”

It always made your heart swell every time they were all together in one place. The warm, me jovial energy that filled your apartment had you practically skipping to your room to get changed. You could hear the four of them continue to talk in the living room, just quiet enough to make it so you couldn't hear. You opened your closet, pulling out the neatly packaged bag that contained your costume. You shimmied into the tight dress, the stretchy fabric hugging all of your curves just right. Was this the most original costume in the world? Absolutely not. But, considering you were hoping to catch the attention of some masked men in particular this evening, you figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little cliche. You did your makeup as quickly as you could, a dark smokey eye that was finished off by you drawing a little black nose at the tip of your own with eyeliner. You grabbed the headband from your vanity, adjusting it perfectly atop your head before giving yourself one final once over in the mirror and heading back out to your waiting guests. The room fell silent the second you stepped through your door, four pairs of eyes locked on your small form. All of the sudden attention made you feel self conscious about your costume choice, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You wrapped your arms around your torso, your cheeks warming as you looked between the four. “Does it look ba-”

You didn't have a chance to finish your question before they were all scrambling out of their various seats towards you. All of them reassuring you that you looked fantastic and apologizing for staring. Your small group prepared to head out, III hung back to wait for you, his monstrous form taking up most of the doorway. You smile up at him as you straighten up from pulling on your shoes. “You look beautiful.” He compliments you softly, making your cheeks warm.

“Thank you.” He slips his hands into yours, his lips warm through his mask as he places a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Ready to get going?” You nod, letting your hand reluctantly fall from his.

You piled into their truck, you were currently squished in between Vessel and II, III and IV curled up in the bed. “So, you're all excited about this festival, what are we even going to be doing?” Vessel asks suddenly, breaking the silence in the truck.

“Well,” you start, “there's going to be a lot of food, hay rides, a costume contest, lots of vendors from around the town, a few rides, a haunted house. It's nothing spectacular, but I’m hoping it will make you guys feel more at home here.” You noticed him and II exchange a look over your head. It wasn't long before you pulled into the bumpy dirt parking lot of the fair grounds. III vaulted out of the truck, his heavy boots landing on the ground with a loud thud. You notice II shove him back slightly as he holds out his hand to help you out of the truck. He gives your hand a soft squeeze before dropping it, you were quickly surrounded by the four men, all of you chatting happily as you made your way up to the festival. The four froze, taking in the chaotic sight before then. IV reached out, slipping his hand into yours.

“There's a lot of people, huh?” He asks, startling back slightly as a child rushes past his legs.

“The whole town’s probably going to show up.” You explain. You lean on closer to him, “you alright big guy? We can always turn around and go back to my place if this is too much.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“I think I can handle it if you're by my side.” You noticed his features soften as he smiles under his mask. Your cheeks warm, your eyes darting to the ground in an attempt to try and hide your flustered expression.

“Where should we start?” III slips an arm around your shoulder, you instinctually lean into his side.

“You're the expert, love, lead the way.” Vessel shoots you a sharp grin. The group stayed close to your side, forming a buffer between you and the rest of the crowd. You wandered from booth to booth, letting the boy's childlike wonder take over as they excitedly showed you small trinkets and hand made gifts they stumbled across. The booth of old ladies selling goat milk soap cooed over how adorable all your costumes were, slipping sweets into all your hands as you made your way out. You paused in front of a vendor selling handmade jewelry, you jumped slightly as a hand came to rest on your waist.

“That would look very pretty on you.” II’s gentle voice meets your ears.

“You think so?” You ask through a flustered giggle. II asked to see the necklace in question, the beautifully wire wrapped crystal sparkling in the gradually setting sun. “It is really pretty.”

“How much?” He asks without hesitation. The young woman running the stand told him the price, to which II shocked you by immediately purchasing the necklace. He steps behind you, your hand raising to the unfamiliar weight as it falls around your neck. “A beautiful necklace for the most beautiful woman in the world.” His warm breath bounces off your cheek as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. You glance over your shoulder, your eyes immediately finding his bright blue ones.

“You know you didn't have to buy me anything.” You see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

“What if I wanted to?” You didn't miss the teasing tone that had laced its way into his words. You traced a finger along the cool metal wire, fully turning yourself to face him. You glance up at him through your lashes, struggling to find the right words to say to thank him. You pushed yourself up onto your toes, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I think that’s very sweet. Thank you, II.” You perk up at the sound of one of the others calling your name, III appearing at your side and slipping his hand into yours.

“Mind if I steal her from you?” He quickly asks II.

“Not at all.” He holds up his hands with a soft chuckle. “I'm sure I'll manage to snag her back later.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.

“What a shame,” III leans down to murmur quietly in your ear, “looks like I'm going to have to beat them off with a stick to get you to myself.”

“Careful, you're all going to make me think you have a crush on me or something.” You tease in response, shooting him a playful smile of your own.

“Only a pretty little thing like you could handle something like that.” He winks. “I want to make sure you eat before IV gets over excited and drags you off to the rides.” He jokes with a smile. He tucks you safely into his side, helping you avoid the bustling crowd that surrounded you.

“Are you having a good time?” You ask him softly. He glances down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

“Yeah, I’m spending time with you, of course I’m having a good time.” You let out a bashful giggle, quickly turning away as you feel your cheeks grow warm. 

As the evening carried on you couldn't help but notice II grow more fidgety with every passing hour, occasionally leaning into Vessel to whisper something only for the taller man to clap him on the shoulder and give him a reassuring grin. You were currently sat in a circle on the ground, finding a nice place in the open field to settle down and have some good together. You laughed as IV expertly stole a bite of your corn dog faster than you could comprehend what had happened. “What's your favorite ride?” II suddenly chimes in from his position sitting across from you.

“I'm personally a big fan of the haunted house, I think all the cheap jump scares are fun.” You respond with a laugh.

IV makes an intrigued noise. “We should all go on!”

“Only two people can ride together, unfortunately.”

“Well, how about you ride with me then?” II winks at you, making you blush.

“If you think you can handle it.” You tease in response. II stands, offering you his hand which you eagerly accept. He hoists you from the ground, pulling you into his side and slinging his arm across your shoulders. Vessel tagged along with IV, knowing it would be the only way to stop him from complaining about how he wanted to go too, III elected to stay back to save your spot. You all chatted happily as you stood in line, the slow creeping pace allowing them to see a little of what the ride had in store for them.

Brown metal buggies horribly painted to look like wood creaked along the track, bat shaped hood ornaments were barely recognizable after years of dings and chipped paint.A repeating track of over dramatic screams and ghoulish moaning looped from the speakers. “Next in line, please!” The ticket collector barked, IV and Vessel stepped up first, IV practically vibrating with excitement as he waited for the all clear to get on. II’s arm slid around your waist as you stepped forward, waiting patiently for the next cart to wheel itself into place. “Y’all have fun.” He waves you on. II helps you step into the cart, your body thudding against the thin, leather covered padding on the seat.

“You’re not going to get all scared on me now, are you?” You ask in a playful tone.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be right here to protect you.” He returns with a smirk. Your body lurched slightly as the buggy started to move. You were hit with a blast of cold air as you crept into the dark space, II’s arm wrapping around your shoulders, you found yourself instinctually snuggling into his side. You jumped slightly, giggling over being startled by the second air cannon you had rolled past.

You rolled past a growling werewolf, “Look, you can see the wires.” You nudge him slightly, pointing upwards.

“I personally think it adds to the experience.” He chuckles, you can’t help but laugh yourself. “You’re so beautiful.” You feel your breath freeze in your lungs at his compliment. You clung to him as something shot out of the darkness at you, it took you a moment to recognize the plastic skeleton’s limbs rattling at you. Your eyes are drawn back to him as you feel a warm hand slip over your cheek. “And you thought I was going to be the one getting scared.” He chuckles, his eyes flashing briefly to your lips. “Cute.” He fidgets with the edge of his mask for a moment, stretching the black fabric away from his neck. “Can- can I, um…” He swallows thickly, his confidence immediately crumbling as you continue to cling to him for comfort. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, your wide eyes glimmering in the dim light. Without hesitation II lifts his mask, his lips slotting perfectly against your own. Your hand slides over his chest, you could feel his heart pounding under your palm. As quickly as the kiss had started it was over, II’s mask already neatly back in place by the time your eyes fluttered open. You hide your face against his neck, hoping he hadn’t noticed your flustered appearance. “That was nice.” He suddenly chimes in, making you giggle. You both reluctantly shuffle away from each other as the exit opens in front of you, squinting under the bright lights. II offers you his hand to help you from the cart, your eyes meeting his as he smiles. Your pinky wraps around his as he lets his hand slip out of your grasp. You hear him laugh softly at your actions, allowing your fingers to stay linked.

“That wasn’t even scary.” IV groans as you approach.

“I never said it was scary, I just said I liked it.” You respond. Vessel smiles down at you.

“How was riding with II?” He asks with a chuckle. Your cheeks immediately warm at the question.

“We had fun.” You get out through a nervous giggle. 

“Well, look who’s back.” You can’t help but smile at III’s cheerful tone. He hoists himself up from his position on the ground with a soft groan. “How was it beautiful?” Your eyes trailed after the people that were starting to gather in the open field.

“It was fun.” You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you thought about kissing II. “See anything interesting while we were gone?”

“There’s a pretty good band playing over there.” He nods somewhere behind you. “Want to go check it out?”

“Sure.” You can’t help but smile as you feel the warmth of III’s hand brush against yours. The two of you lazily strolled in the direction of the music that floated through the air. A local folk group was currently performing under a gazebo, a small dance floor set up in front of the stage. You laughed as III took your hand and spun you around in time with the music, pulling you to him and swaying you in his arms.

“Do you know how to dance?” He asks with a grin.

“Not very well,” you giggle in response, “but I feel like with you that won’t matter too much.” You found yourself easily falling into a rhythm with him, every small misstep and teasing comment from him made you both crumble into fits of laughter. You both paused, looking up at the sky with the rest of the crowd as fireworks started going off overhead. III continues to hold you close, your arms sliding over his shoulders as the two of you watch the display. He fully encircles your waist with one arm, his hand sliding over your cheek, turning your face in order for his warm lips to find yours. Unlike the kiss with II, III took his time letting the sensation of kissing you sink in. You felt so small in his arms, the gentle dominance he had over the kiss allowing your body to fully relax into his embrace as your eyes fluttered shut. He traces a thumb along your jaw before hesitantly pulling away.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He rushes to apologize, his body relaxing at the sight of the soft smile that had laced its way across your lips. Your eyes meet his, bright blue irises scanned your features with an adoration you had never seen. “I really like you.”

“III-”

“There you guys are!” He jolts back from you, the sudden lack of warmth making you shiver. “We’ve been looking all over the place for you!” It was IV, he jogged up to you. “Vessel wants to get going.”

You found yourself in the cab of the truck between Vessel and IV, II and III electing to sit in the bed for the ride back to your place. Your mind raced as you played over both men kissing you over and over again in your head. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand there was II, his silent charm and the undeniable intimacy the two of you have has drawn you in from the beginning. But then there was III, who made your heart race and dominated every aspect of your senses whenever you were with him. Who, despite his monstrous size, was always so gentle with you. You were absolutely torn. You rumbled into the store’s parking lot, Vessel parking the truck around back. You stood at the bottom of your stairs in a small circle. “Well, I hate to admit it, but that was pretty fun.” Vessel grins at you, there were murmurs of agreement amongst the group.

“Do you guys want to come up for a bit? There’s, um, there’s kind of something I need to talk to you about.” You fidget with your hands as you nervously put the statement out there. You were going to deal with feeling conflicted the only way you knew how, by facing the problem head on.

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[littlemiss-sakura]

Can you please write Chris Redfield with a size kink pls

mmmmmboy i love me some chris redfield!

18+ minors dni!!!

so there's no way in hell this man doesn't have a size kink, i think yall know!! when i think of chris i usually think of re8 chris, and i think he has the biggest size kink EVER

sfw? his favourite thing is to lie with you on the couch. he knows how much he weighs, you weigh, and how easy it would be to crush you so he's a little reluctant to lean his full weight on you, but he adores getting you to lay back on the sofa, make yourself comfy, and then leaning down on top of you and bracketing you with his arms. he loves sprawling between your legs, burying his face in your neck and completely swamping your torso with his, often making you too hot and sweaty and pushing on him to try and make him get up for a minute despite his grumbling. after he does that and lets you cool down, he'll double down and lay back on you but slip his arms underneath you this time to fully pull you up into him, flexing his fingers where they encompass your waist and sighing contentedly as he nuzzles his nose into your neck and hair

nsfw...? well well well!

his favourite positions are all ones where he absolutely dwarfs you, feels so much bigger and stronger and protective over you. the one he favours most often is very very specific, it's when he lifts you up onto the counter in the corner of your kitchen, swiping a couple of appliances out of the way to crowd you into the small space, walls caging you in and met by his broad body at every turn. he loves holding your thighs up and pulling you into him as he fucks you, yanking your thighs up a little too high just because he can, because you grab HIM for stability, because he's strong enough to keep you like this for however long he wants. he loves pushing your legs together in front of him in this position as well, capturing your ankles in one hand and practically folding you in half as he pumps his cock into you, loving how tight and small you feel, how you almost choke his shaft and it's sometimes actually difficult to thrust properly, he can't get enough of the way his grip on your ankles and his other hand on your waist tugging you back and forth on his cock is so so goddamn easy, the way it barely tires him out, because he's so much bigger, he's strong enough for you, heavy and forceful and able to manoeuvre you wherever he likes-

[littlemiss-sakura]

nothing's complicated if we pretend

chris redfield x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dbf chris, age gap, p in v, creampie, size kink, staying quiet ;) um... idk he walks reader through it, praise

a/n: chris!!! finally omg... if its bad, just know its because i cannot function around this man... it was meant to be a drabble but i got a bit carried away, so... no plot, just smut, enjoy :) title is from 11:11 by waterparks

word count: 1k words

“Your dad will kick my ass if you don't behave yourself.”

"If I don't behave myself?" You repeat with a breathy laugh, a smile coming to your face. You raise a brow at him, tilting your head. "Who's to say I'm the one not behaving?"

“As soon as he started cooking dinner, you parked your pretty ass on my lap.” He replies, the corner of his lip tugging up slightly.

"What do you think he'd do if he caught us kissing?” You ask with a grin, leaning a little closer to him.

Chris' face manages to keep it's usual, stoic expression, but you can hear the audible gulp he makes as he processes your words, the crease between his brows deepening slightly. You can tell he's thinking about the fact that your dad is only one room over - that he could come back into the living room at any moment.

“Your dad would have a meltdown of epic proportions, and I'd definitely get my ass kicked.” He responds, his gaze flicking down to your lips. “Lucky for you, I happen to be great at covert operations.”

"You are… so corny.” You say with a huff of laughter, your smile widening. You lean forward, your eyes fluttering shut as you press your lips to his. Your hands slide up to cup his jaw as you kiss him, feeling his stubble against your palms.

The sensation of your body pressed against him sends a jolt of desire through his body. He bites down on your bottom lip before prodding at it with his tongue, trying to get you to part your lips for him. His tongue slides into your mouth, deepening the kiss as he tugs your body even closer.

He slides his hands down your sides before grabbing your hips, making you shiver. Slowly, you start to grind against him, feeling his cock harden underneath you. He groans into the kiss, guiding your movements with his hands on your hips.

You manage to pull his cock free and tug your panties down enough to sink down on his cock without ever climbing off his lap, your skirt hitched up slightly. The stretch is unlike anything you've ever felt before without prep. It feels like it's hard to breathe, tears stinging your eyes as you sink down inch by inch.

Chris’ breath catches in his throat as you slowly settle yourself on his cock. His muscles quiver when you do, his body feeling tense. He swallows hard as he feels your warmth surrounding him, you taking control of the situation. No matter how many times you fuck him, you never get used to it.

"Deep breath," he whispers slowly, his voice low and raspy. "Just relax… you're doing well, just take it slow.”

He coaches you through it, his hands in your hips making sure he can keep you steady, preventing you from taking too much at once. It takes all of his strength not to thrust up into you, and his hands shake slightly with the effort it takes to stay still.

"You can take it," Chris whispers, his voice soft and encouraging. He leans in and kisses your neck, rubbing his stubbled cheek against your skin. "You're doing great."

The sensation of him stretching you out isn't something you can ignore, and he knows it. You're doing your best to take all of him, but he can see the way your brows pinch together as you struggle to accommodate his size. “Just a little more. Almost there.”

You moan softly as you finally take the final inch, doing your best to be quiet. The tip of his cock presses against your cervix almost painfully. One of his hands moves to stroke your back, waiting until you relax before he slowly starts to rock his hips upwards.

You cling to his shoulders, your nails digging in slightly. It feels like he's knocking the air out of you with every thrust. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from making too much noise as he starts to guide you up and down on his length.

His hands slide under your shirt, untucking it from your skirt so he can dig his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist, his large hands easily lifting you to move with every drag of his cock inside of you. He groans your name, gritting his teeth to try and hold back the moans building up in his throat.

You're finally getting into it, the burn of his fat cock easing as you begin to shift your hips on your own. Chris clumsily reaches for the remote to turn up the TV slightly to drown out the slick sounds of your cunt as you start to coat his dick in your arousal.

You lift yourself up until only the tip is left in you before dropping back down so his tip kisses your cervix. It has you gasping, and it forces a choked noise deep from Chris’ throat, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his fingers dig almost painfully into your skin.

“Fuck… I'm close.” You breathe out, leaning forward so your forehead is pressed against his. You grind down against him, keeping him pressed deep inside of you as you rock your hips gently.

“Mhm.. I can tell, princess.” He says hoarsely, bucking his hips up as he chases his own release, the look on his face looking slightly pained as he struggles to hold back. He's almost willing to get caught so he can fuck you properly - let your dad watch, for all he cares. “She's squeezing me so… ah, tight.”

You bury your face in his neck to muffle your moan as you cum. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock has him spilling deep inside of you, throwing his head back against the couch.

He kisses your forehead and pets your back as you come down from your orgasm. After a minute, he carefully lifts you off of him, fingering his cum back into your drippy hole before pulling your panties back up securely. He grins, running his hand through his cropped hair as he leans down to press another kiss to the crown of your head.

“Gotta keep it there, baby. Can't make a mess and have your dad catching us.”

[littlemiss-sakura]

now playing: <sitting on my step-uncle's lap!> 00:00/07:00

starring: vendetta!Leon x niece!reader

tw: NSFW, step-cest, p in v, shameless smut, dead dove content, dub-con/non-con, bleeding, guilt, mild exhibitionism, gaslighting, age-gap, alcoholism, creampie, creep Leon, reader is 18+, MDNI

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It had been ages since you last saw him and now he turns up at your family house doorstep smelling like a drunk. It was in the way he was slurring his words too, eyes glazed and appearance haphazard. Not that it makes him look bad, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Maybe you shouldn't be thinking about whether or not your sort of estranged step-uncle is hot.

"Uncle Leon?"

You asked awkwardly, tilting your head to observe the man at your doorstep. His hair was dark now, no longer the soft wheat colour you were so used to. He was scruffy and his skin was flushed from what was probably alcohol. The man reeked of it. You stood there awkwardly as he stared at you blankly for a moment before his eyes swept you from head to toe, lingering at your legs where your skirt ended. It wasn't your fault that you were not dressed for guests, he came unannounced. It took him a solid few minutes to register who you were.

"Uncle? Come on sweetheart, don't be silly. You’re the new babysitter, huh?"

He asks after a bit, taking a few bold steps forward and leaning close as if to examine you. You moved back instinctively, chiding yourself as you staggered a little. Babysitter? It’s been ages! Does he really think you were still a little girl who needed to be babysat? He was definitely not sober. 

"It's me, Uncle Leon. You don't remember?"

You say a little quietly, looking up into his slightly unfocused and very blue gaze. His eyes widened in surprise and he blinked a few times to process it but he made no effort to move back from his close stance. Did his eyes get a little darker? You moved back another step. The way he looked at you felt exposing.

"You wanna come in?"

You ask him awkwardly. He finally stood upright, drumming his fingers on the rough of his black jeans. He looked almost sheepish but that dark look stagnated in his light gaze.

"Sure. My bad, sweetheart."

He drawls, hand raising and opting for a more family friendly ruffle of the hair atop your head. What the hell was that about?

That was how you ended up sitting opposite him in the living room. The television was on and he was watching it with a mild focus. How long has it been, anyway? 8 years? 10 years? The sound of the television mixed with the cheery voices of your parents in the kitchen as they prepared dinner. 

Your eyes remain glued on the device in your hands as your fingers swiped. It was mindless but it kept you busy and from staring at your weird uncle. Well, not entirely considering how you were still observing him from your peripherals. If it was any other family, he would have been shooed away but your parents have a welcoming trait that rivals naive children being offered candy. Step brother who went off the grid for years turning up drunk on the family house porch is apparently the best person to invite in for dinner. 

You found out today that he did sort of keep in touch. A thumbs up response to seasonal greeting stickers that facebook users like your parents liked to use. So a thumbs up was enough to absolve someone of ghosting their family-ish? Your parents are strange. Or maybe you had missed large chunks of the conversation since you were eavesdropping from afar when he first greeted them.

You sneaked glances as he sipped from this hip flask that was worse for wear. You could smell it. More liquour. You wrinkled your nose a little. Suddenly, his gaze was on you and you jumped, blowing your carefully orchestrated cover of being nonchalant about his presence in the living room with you. So much for being orchestrated-ly discreet. But then again, his gaze was piercing straight into your soul.

"Come sit on my lap, sweetheart."

His raspy deep voice called out to you, that signature lazy smile tugging at his lips. It was exactly like how he used to do it when you were younger. The whole patting his thigh like it was some sort of seat, the nicknames, everything. It felt as if you were still his little sweetheart darling that wanted nothing more than to be close to her favourite Uncle Leon. 

However you're unsure if it was the hint of something in his eyes or the fact that you're way too old to be sitting on an old man's lap that made you shift awkwardly in the current seat you were occupying. Your face felt warm.

"Too old for that, Uncle Leon."

You tell him almost quietly, feeling hot in the tips of your ears. He laughed dryly.

"Come on, sweetheart. You're never too old to be sitting on my lap."

The way he says it makes it sound so normal, as if you were the one at fault for having such vile thoughts about your step-uncle. Your family. An unknown force pulled you to your feet and four steps later, you were lowering your ass onto his lap. His larger arms snaked around your waist almost immediately. Almost like a snake that finally snared its prey after using the 'favourite uncle' card. 

"So, how's your graduation break treating you?"

He asks in a hushed tone, warm hand rubbing circles onto your clothed stomach. you hated how it made you feel. It was weird. Weird in a way that made your toes curl and your head giddy. Getting wet over your favourite uncle's innocent touches was a new low. 

"You have graduated, right?"

He prompts after a little bit of your stunned silence. You blink and swallow almost audibly, mouth running dry.

"Yeah. It's uhm...it's been fine."

You say a little awkwardly, body tense to the touch. He noticed this and pulled you closer, resting your back against him. His chest was firm against the softness of your back and he was so warm. He felt almost like a furnace against the thin cloth of shirt on your back. This was wrong. It didn't matter if he was your favourite uncle or not. This isn't normal.

Your parents are still busy in the kitchen, chatting and laughing as they prepare dinner for your dad's step-brother who's been away for way too long. The same brother who was currently sort of groping his own step-brother's kid. 

"Are you okay? You're being so awkward, sweetheart."

When you were younger, he would do this comforting thing where he just pats your little thighs absentmindedly as you rattled away incessantly about your latest fixations. But now it feels so different. No, it was different. His hands were rubbing up and down your thighs, moving from where your skirt started to where it dipped into bare skin. The heat of his hands against the cold of your exposed skin raised goosebumps.

"Yeah I am I just-"

Before you could continue speaking, he began bouncing his legs. The sudden rhythmic movement against your soaked pussy made you unintentionally let out a gasp. He never stopped, letting out a chuckle at your reaction.

"You're just?"

He asked as if he even cared about the response you were going to give. He was definitely taunting you. He had to be with the way his leg's bounces kept a steady almost painful pace despite how you had probably soaked through his pant legs. He kept rubbing it against your probably translucent pink panties over and over. You squirmed but his arms around your waist held you down in place.

"Uncle Leon, stop! What if my parents see us?"

You whisper frantically, clamping your teeth into the plush of your bottom lip. Your hand pushed at his knee to stop him, and your body squirmed as you tried to move off of him. His hands snaked around you tighter, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. He pinched your nipples hard, earning a gasp that almost went above the volume of the tv. He laughs softly, free hand grabbing the remote and increasing the volume.

"Sorry bro, my hearing ain't what it used to be. I'm increasing the TV volume a little."

He called out to your parents who didn't even bat an eye. You were holding onto his knee for dear life. After what felt like forever, a familiar sensation began to overwhelm you. Your toes curled and it felt like tunnel vision. You must have been pretty loud for him to clamp his hand over your mouth. You were practically ensnared.

And that's when your favourite uncle decided to stop. You almost groaned aloud from the sudden loss. He gave your inner thighs a few pats and he shifted behind you 

"Sorry, sweetheart. Your ass rubbing against uncle's cock is making it hard."

He says through gritted teeth as he struggles with something. It can't be...?

zip

You couldn't see a thing from how you were sitting on his lap but you felt something spring against your spine. This cannot be happening. You begin to panic, reality shattering through your lustful haze.

"Uncle Leon, is that...?"

He laughed darkly in that cursedly attractive raspy laugh of his. His fingers deftly lifted your skirt up and slipped your soaked panties to the side.

"My turn to be bounced on, sweetheart."

If you heard this at any other time, you would have snorted at how stupid it sounds but at the moment your heart was thundering in the deep of your throat. He lifted you by the waist, lining his dripping tip against your slit.

"Uncle Leon, please stop!"

You were panicking and squirming even more as you saw how huge he was. Your panic was drowned by the sound of the television and the roar of the blood rushing in your ears. It was hot at first but this was too real and way too much.

"Relax, you're so wet it'll slide right in. Your cute little panties were practically drenched."

He says through gritted teeth before sinking balls deep into your barely prepped pussy in one swift motion. He hissed at how tight it clung onto him and your eyes burned with tears, lips parted in a silent scream at the burn that was sitting between your thighs. Your breathing grew ragged and your fingers gripped against his thighs bruisingly. Your vision blurred.

You must have been making too much noise as he grabs your chin and pulls you into a searing kiss. You could feel his every move spearing and splitting you down the middle. Drool dribbled down your mouth and tears kept falling as he kept his harsh pace of thrusting so deep into you. The sound of slapping skin reverberated through you, in sync with your incoherent cries.

"Quiet down, sweetheart. You don't want mommy and daddy to find out what a whore their sweet little girl is for her Uncle Leon, right?"

His warm liquor breath fanned against your ear, words groaned through his gritted teeth. He was right, in a way. You did, soak through his pants, and you did think about how attractive he was. So you must have wanted this, right? And that's not something you want your parents to find out about ever. Coherence ceased in your pain and pleasure-addled brain. The rough jolting as he thrusted up into you mixed with the lewd squelching noises were all you could register.

You were barely thinking, tethering between succumbing to the pain or focusing on the lewd squelching sounds as he pistoned into you over and over, letting out soft breathy grunts and almost whimpers with each thrust. It was slowly but surely starting to feel better but holy shit were you sore. 

"Hey hey, don't blank out on me now, sweetheart. You're not dry so it shouldn't be that painful. Besides, look at how you’re sucking me in.”

He grunts in your ear as he realises how you looked like you were gonna pass out, slowly lifting you by the waist again to pump you on his fat cock. He sounded as if he was reassuring himself more than he was reassuring you to absolve himself of guilt. His warm calloused fingers were squeezing your waist the more he thrusted.

He began to go faster. Groans muffled as he bit down on your shoulder. His thrusts stuttered a little and you felt hot ropes of his release begin to fill you up. He hissed and let out a gritted sound. Your eyes widened and you tried to roll off of him but he pushed you down onto the hilt of his cock.

“Take it, sweetheart.”

He whispered heavily against the shell of your ear, fingers continuously rubbing quick and pressured circles onto your clit before harshly smacking it. Your pent up climax released painfully, your body jerking. The combined release formed a ring on the base of his thick cock, dribbling down his balls from your sore hole. You were panting hard, barely lucid.

"Guys, dinner's ready!"

Your parents' cheery voice floated from the kitchen and the clanging of plates and utensils against the table could be heard as they began to set it. He pulled you off of him and slipped your panties back in place, ignoring the tinges of red that streaked the gush of release from your sore pussy that coated his now softened cock. He wiped away your tears and there was something akin to guilt in his eyes.

"Go to the toilet and clean up, sweetheart. I'll tell them that you're coming in a bit."

He says, ruffling your hair gently before tucking his softened cock back in his pants and buckling his belt. You watched as he started towards the kitchen without looking back. You groaned as you stood up and waddled to the toilet to clean yourself up.

There were bruises where he lifted you by your hips and your nether regions were throbbing. You washed the tears off of your face and cleaned your nose of the snot. In the majorly silent toilet, aside from the soft sounds of water from the tap, many difficult and scary thoughts filled your head. You felt empty. But it felt good at the end and at the beginning, which should count for something right? You tied your hair up, wiped the leaks on your inner thighs, and smiled at your reflection. You pushed away the confusing feelings that crept at the edge of your mind. They don't matter because you love uncle Leon. You always have, and you always will.

[littlemiss-sakura]

Signed , Sealed , Delivered

ft. real dad! leon x fem! reader x dad’s best friend! Chris

WARNINGS !! very dead dove. ddlg kink, real incest, age gap, pacifier usage, porn and masturbation, loss of virginity, praise kink, filming, eventual threesome, face fucking, tinge of jealous behavior from Leon, bit of aftercare 𓃹

wc. 3.1k

note. Finished faster than anticipated- i did change a few details.. hope you don’t mind!! Also i will be making up for the lack of chris action very soon. :) and let me know if i made any mistakes please!! too scared to re-read this.

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“Baby?” Leon calls out through the house. “Got somethin’ for you.” He stops at your doorway, realizing you’re not home and probably at work.

In his hand is a package, labelled with your name. He has a strong urge to open it but he knows it’s none of his business. Whatever may be in it, it would be inconsiderate of him to open your mail. Instead, he decides to leave it in your room for you for when you get off of work.

He walks through to your bedroom but halts as he eyes at the assortment of knick knacks you’ve collected. He hadn’t been in your bedroom since forever ago, yet it was like you never changed. Only difference was the mass quantity of plushies, and overwhelming amounts of pink. It was like a Toys R Us in there.

It partly made him happy to see. Especially all the stuff he had paid for. Not to mention, it meant you probably wouldn’t be bringing any boys over to his house.

One can only hope.

But as he places your box down atop of your dresser, his heart almost stops. A pacifier, clearly designed by choice. ‘Daddy’s little girl.’

What the hell was that supposed to mean? That his little girl was expecting? No way in hell that was happening. You were innocent. Never even mentioned a guys name to him once after graduating. You didn’t have time for a boyfriend anyway. You worked pretty much seven days a week to chip in on his rent.

Even though your room wasn’t adult like, you were. You knew better. So your father can’t at all wrap his head around what this could mean.

He wasn’t that old. Not old enough to be a grandfather yet at least.

The possibility of your pregnancy worries him sick. Even if the probability is low it’s still there. Or maybe he just can’t think of any other reason for you to have something like this in your possession.

He wasn’t about to wait until you come home to confront you about it.

He respected your privacy. You’re an adult. You can make your own choices and he can’t change that. But still, you’re under his roof which means he has a right to look through your belongings. It was your room, but your room was in his house.

That package had his address on it.

That gave him the authority to open it. He holds his breath as he does. He doesn’t even know what he’s expecting to find.

He doesn’t bother to open it neatly. His hands tear apart the plastic wrap, shakily pulling out the contents.

Simple skirt and thigh highs. And of course a suitable crop top. Not baby clothes or anything baby related.

They were in your size. But he still couldn’t make sense of it. You didn’t wear stuff like this usually. Unless you’re just trying to change up your style?

No. He had seen this somewhere before. The pacifier, the new set. It was in something he’d watched recently. A porn video that he shamefully got off to.

The post nut clarity from it hit him like a freight train. He felt like a complete sicko. Especially because the woman in the video looked a whole lot like you.

But surely this wasn’t related, right?

He rummages through the rest of your room to be sure, looking for anything out of sorts. His daughter wasn’t into things that that.

Wrong.

He remembers the login to your computer that just so happens to have a high resolution webcam attached. His suspicions were confirmed. You have several videos recorded of yourself. Solo, with that pacifier in your mouth in most of them. Your hand teases between your thighs, playing with your tits with the other.

Where you post these or what you’re planning on doing with them was beyond him. But he was less concerned about that and more concerned by the hardening of his cock as he watched your videos.

He was horrified by his own actions but he had never been this aroused in all his 40 some years. He pumps his fist rapidly over his tip, back arching off of your comfy little desk chair.

It almost hurt to touch he was so turned on. But he couldn’t risk leaving it alone. He needed that release.

He hated himself, felt so terrible for shooting his load all over your cute setup.

Maybe this was his fault. Maybe there was something fucked up in his genes and he passed it onto you.

You can’t really help what you’re into, can you?

But he was just looking for an excuse to make it feel okay. It wasn’t at all. You’re his daughter by blood. You’re just like him.

☽

He stuffs his dick back into his pants in a hurry, cleaning up the mess he made on your desk. He closes all the tabs, averting his eyes so he doesn’t make this mistake again.

He puts everything back the way it was before he barged in selfishly. But now that he opened your package, he knows you’re going to be upset with him.

The guilt hangs over him for the rest of the day. He sits and waits on the living room couch, staring into oblivion for hours, waiting on you.

What he was going to say to you, he didn’t know yet. Couldn’t think of anything to make up for his nosy habit.

The real panic sets in when you finally turn that knob, walking through the front door.

You immediately notice something is off with the atmosphere. Mainly because your father is waiting for you so late which he only does if something serious happened. And it’s clearly written all over his face. The man was terrible at hiding his emotions.

It doesn’t take long for you to piece it all together as you set your stuff down in your room. He thought he shut off the desktop, but he didn’t. Stupid old man didn’t understand technology and only put it to sleep. You knew for certain you shut it down fully the night prior.

“Why the fuck were you in my room?” you snap. Leon’s visibly thrown off by your tone.

“Don’t you raise your voice at me young lady,” he snaps back. But what right did he have to berate you for that when he did what he did.

He pinches the bridge of his nose with a stressed sigh, not at all wanting to have this discussion. “Listen, sweetheart. I just got a little concerned when I saw that pacifier. I thought-“

“It’s none of your business, dad.” you cut him off, tears flooding your vision. To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. You were painfully humiliated.

You wanted nothing more than to run and hide away forever. So that’s exactly with you did.

Before he gets another word in, you’re holed up in your bedroom and crying into your pillow.

It was always difficult, being on bad terms with your dad. He was your go to for everything. He was more like a best friend who you gossip with. So when the two of you fight, you don’t have anyone else to express yourself to — other than the mass quantity of stuffed animals inhabiting your bed. Even if you did, the reasoning behind it is something you wouldn’t dare tell anyone.

This was something you’d take to the grave.

Your stomach churns for most of the night. The fact that your dad found out about your little secret ruins your mind. How were you ever going to look him in the eyes again?

You weren’t able to sleep. Didn’t know if you’d ever be able to again. Your bedroom didn’t feel as comforting as it did before today happened.

There was only one other way you knew of that could help you.

You weren’t in the mood for it in the slightest, but you open your bedside door and get out your vibrator anyway. You fumble to take off your shorts and you drop it in the process.

Your heart leaps to your throat as it thuds on your floor, buzzing its way across. Should’ve waited to turn the damn thing on.

You just hoped your dad didn’t hear, or if he did that he wouldn’t pester you with his concern.

But that’s just Leon.

He rushes in as you’re half naked and half hanging off your bed, attempting to reach for the cause of disturbance. You pause mid reach, meeting his gaze.

He doesn’t even look away. Doesn’t attempt to avert his eyes or hide the way they linger over your exposed skin.

Only when you abruptly cover up with your blankets does he look into your eyes.

The room goes silent, other than the buzzing of your floorboards. You’re holding you breath, waiting for him to say something even though you didn’t really want him to.

He slowly approaches, bending over to pick up the toy. He looks it over, a smile creeping up on his expressionless face.

“What are you using this for, baby?” he asks, sitting beside you and turning it off. “You know daddy’s always here to take care of you no matter what.”

You look at him, puzzled. What was he suggesting? Your mind circles possibilities. You didn’t think he meant that.

“C’mere,” he beckons with his hand.

You don’t budge. You just stare at him, dumbfounded and unable to speak.

He makes up for it by scooting closer to you instead. He reaches to cup your face, making sure you don’t look away. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I wanna make things right with you.”

The look in his eyes for some reason makes you feel weak, something you shouldn’t feel while looking at your father.

Your lips part as you attempt to form words and you’re cut off by his own. He pulls you in from the back of your head, tangling his fingers through the underside of your hair.

The reasonable response would be to pull away, but you don’t. You let his tongue invade your mouth, and you don’t shy away as his hands wander down. You don’t even mind the prickle of his stubble despite it irritating your skin.

It ignites something in you.

You start to give back what he’s giving you and he guides you down onto your back. His body presses into yours as he hovers over top of you, his kisses growing sloppier by the second.

Moans spill out from you as his touch ventures beneath your cover. His thumb and forefinger find your clit, teasingly squeezing and pulling. Just enough to make you dizzy and needy for more.

“Why don’t we get you changed into that cute little outfit you bought?” he separates his lips from yours and his breath heats your face. “Daddy wants to see you all dressed up n’ pretty for him like in your videos.”

“But dad we shouldn’t-“

“Shhh…Just wanna make things up to you.” he leans back, giving you room. “Arms up, sweetheart. Daddy’ll help.”

You don’t fight on it. You raise your arms above your head allowing him to lift your shirt off.

He proceeds to dress you himself, helping you into your skirt, thigh highs and cropped shirt. Picture perfect, he thinks.

“Such a pretty little girl,” he looks you over, completely mesmerized. It was different from watching through a screen. You just simply looked better in person. And he was the lucky winner who actually got to have you.

From the way your face scrunches when he starts to push into you, he seemed to be the first. That made him all the more eager to take you. He bunches your skirt up past your waist and watches as he goes in.

As much as he hated seeing you hurting, the idea of taking his little girl for himself was overpowering.

“C’mon princess,” he groans, sinking his cock further into you. The stretch would be worth it in the end. “Halfway there. You’re being such a good girl, taking me so pretty.”

He moves slowly in attempt to make it easier on you. It hurt but it also didn’t. It wasn’t like any toy. Your dad’s dick was sturdy, warm. It was real and much larger than you imagined it to be, at least from the feel of it inside you it seemed to be. Even as wet as you were, it was a tight fit.

Eventually he bottomed out after what felt like forever. He stayed put, letting you take it all in. But you could feel him throbbing, see the way his eyes go half lidded every time you squeeze involuntarily.

You lift your hips, moving against him as a way of granting him permission to take things further.

At the green light, he starts to rut into you with no further concern for your discomfort. Even if he wanted to stop he couldn’t.

The head of his cock jabs into your cervix harshly, so much so that you’re worried about your bed frame falling apart.

“Feels funny daddy…” you sob out and his face turns ugly. Only took him a couple of minutes to finish. Your voice sounded too beautiful in that moment.

“I’m sorry, baby…” his entire body shudders, length pulsing as he bursts inside of you. He’s practically wheezing trying to catch his breath.

The weight of his body almost crushes you. He’s too worn out to hold himself up anymore or to be bothered with pulling out of you.

You’re a bit disappointed at how quickly things ended. The first time wasn’t as life changing as people made it out to be, but you were happy it was with someone you trusted. He wouldn’t leave you in the morning and never call you again. He was your father. You knew for a fact that he loved you. You didn’t have to doubt anything with him.

And this was only the first of many escapades.

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From then on, you established a routine.

Part of it was filming.

Leon started spoiling you, treating you more like his girlfriend than his daughter. He paid for all of your outfits for your videos. So long as he got to be a part of it.

He plays the caregiving ‘role’ so well for all of it, making it known to your viewers who you belong to. No part of it was fake. All of your expressions, and cute little sounds were real, he made sure of that.

People seemed to love the shit. The whole paci deal, holding the stuffed animal he bought you for comfort as he bullies his cock into you. And your skirts and striped socks always stayed on.

You were perfect. Daddy’s little girl through and through.

Only nobody would guess he’s your blood relative. The title ‘daddy’ can mean a lot of different things.

Well regardless, Leon wasn’t ashamed of screwing his own daughter. More like he was proud of the whole ordeal. So much so that he had to ‘introduce’ you to a close friend.

Chris, the man you’ve interacted with countless times in the past at your father’s drinking getaways. That was only small talk, however.

There was no room for small talk now. Not with his fat cock stuffing your poor throat.

Your dad fucks into you from behind, jolting your body forward with each thrust and making you gag on Chris’ cock until you can’t breathe well enough.

It was for content, he insisted. He didn’t think he’d mind sharing.

Chris was his right hand man.

But the way he held your hand, talked all sweet to you, it made him sick. Pissed him off next level.

He didn’t even acknowledge how rough he was being to you and your sore cunt. You didn’t deserve to have his frustrations taken out on you. You did nothing wrong. Just did was daddy said like always.

Seeing you like this felt good for him too though. You tried your hardest to relax your throat, let it make that slushy sound you hear in those rough face fuck videos.

You were the star of this one.

“Make him cum, baby,” leon urges. His hands keep tight hold on your hips, fucking you back on his girth so hard you couldn’t keep your beady eyes open for more than a second at a time. “Dirty fuckin’ girl…playin’ with two cocks at once.”

A rough palm smacks across your ass, making you yelp. Your throat tightens even more as you do.

“Fuck- take it easy,” Chris groans. He didn’t want to finish too quick. And Leon warned him of what would happen if he didn’t pull out of your mouth in time.

Tasted gross, he recalls you telling him. The only cum you’d swallow was your dads’. That was that.

With Leon’s hips continuing to forcefully slam into you, there was no way for you to pull away. You were forced forward, nose slamming into Chris’ mound.

It came leaking down your throat with no warning signs. At least this way, you didn’t have to taste it.

He pulls out, still fully hard but the man was only due for one turn. He replaces his cock with your trademark paci and you suck like crazy. You were too dumb to think about anything but sucking.

That’s what daddy said.

“Good job, baby…” his breath picks up but his hips slow. “So proud of you for following orders. We’ll have some special time later since you’re being so good for me.”

You only muffle out moans as your mouth is occupied, but he can tell how excited the pitch of special time got you.

Chris watches as Leon empties into you, stuffing in every drop. Made him wonder if he even cared if you got knocked up.

He wouldn’t be that surprised if that was what he was going for. Hell, there was probably nothing that could surprise him after all of this.

To watch his longtime friend fuck his own daughter wasn’t how he planned to spend his weekend. It wasn’t something he could bring himself to think about when your pretty lips were wrapped around him.

☽

“You sore, baby?” Leon asks and you lazily nod, curling up into his lap.

He takes a warm rag, cleaning the crusted liquids off from your puffy face. “I’ll make it all go away, alright? Just close your eyes and let dad make you feel better.”

“love you daddy,” you say, voice all broken and husky.

“Love you too babydoll,” he tucks you in closer to him. “Just get some rest now.”

[littlemiss-sakura]

i need the fucking size difference. i need him to be bigger than me. i need him to be stronger than me. i need him to throw me around and manhandle me. i need him to fuck me so hard that i break. and i wouldn’t be able to fight him even if i wanted to.

[littlemiss-sakura]

Agape

Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: III x Female reader Summary: Your fwb invites you out for New Year's Eve. Length: Med Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with a little plot, dirty talking, voyeurism (fooling around in a room that's not your own), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, L-bomb, cum eating, detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint @marmalademary ENJOY!!! p.s. HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIENDS!

The first time III dicked you down he was completely overwhelmed, you'd never been with someone that excited about sleeping with you, to the point the massive man was shaking.

The second time you made love he had his shit together (for the most part) and even stayed awake long enough this time to pet your head and nuzzle his face into your neck as he recalled his favorite bits.

When you arched into his touch, grabbing at the back of his head as he fucked you from behind. Or when you yelped as his teeth broke the skin on your shoulder. How you toyed with the sheer black mask, just the threat of exposing his face as you rode him hand his large hands framing your hips as he gasped. Or how good you looked when begged him to go faster, to go harder. Deeper.

His last words as he hung around, well ducked around your the front door of your apartment, stayed with you for days. The way he said with such promise and prose left you in a daze, as if he'd fucked you right then and there within an inch of your life.

III had knocked his knuckles under your chin, before grabbing it with a grin. "Now next time honey, I'm going to hollow you out so good you'll feel me for days. Beg me to fill you back up. Make you useless without me. Just you be patient, muffin and I'll make it worth your while."

That was two weeks ago.

Two weeks, fourteen whole days of wondering and waiting to know exactly what he intended to do. Every so often III would wiggled his eyebrows or make a suggestive joke, a lewd hand gesture or just grab your waist while moving around your frame. The others either weren't aware or weren't surprised that your banter and sexual tension had turned into something more intimate.

III left you wanting. Waiting. On the edge of your seat.

He was funny like that. ….

When III finally did call he didn't exactly ask you to a New Year's Eve party, he more so implied that you would of course be his one and only date.

"Wear that sexy little number with the high slits, you know how much that one turns me on."

"I thought you said everything I wear turns you on."

"Clothing optional, you're a stunner honey. I'll text you the address."

And that was that.

It was a little chilly but that was to be expected this time of year.

Couples in matching metal toned outfits, some in masquerade masks, hair coifed and finessed, drinks a-plenty, hors d'oeuvres of all shapes, sizes and smells filled the rather fancy house. Not that you knew of III's other friends but this sort of place was upscale and posh. Far from the cozy bachelors pad he had in the city. There were no Papasan chairs, no macramé hanging plants. Just glitz and glamour and--

You heard the clicking of teeth as if one were trying to get a horses attention. When you turned III was standing behind you in the foyer, looking mysterious and confident in his fancy red and black suit. His pocket square neatly folded and the color of a ripe pomegranate.

"I could spot you a mile away." He crooned and took your hand, making you spin in your dress, the hem long and ghosted against your shins.

"I could say the same for you," you laughed when he pulled you in close, pressing a masked kiss to the top of your head. "Not to sound rude but… whose house is this?"

III shrugged. "I don' know."

"What do you mean you don't know? How'd you get the invite?"

"I didn't."

You looked up at him, easy breezy was III as he looked over your head. "Are we--"

"We're party crashin' mama!" He half whispered and made the shush sign with his fingers. "Now come with me, I saw some little goat cheese thingies and I need to try them asap."

"I--"

"You wha'?"

You paused for a moment and instead of answering him and telling him what you wanted to say you kept your painted mouth shut and took his hand, feeling how excited and heated III was, letting him whisk you away into the stunning home. ….

"Come on, this one." III pushed open a bedroom door, full of adrenaline and champagne, he pushed you inside and shut the door. The room was barely even lit, just glittering waves from passing cars and street lights, the brightly lit downtown shone through the open bay windows.

You chucked your clutch purse to the fluffy ottoman and looked out at the busy city. Your hands left imprints on the cold glass as you watched from above.

"Look at that view." You beamed, watching another masked couple down in the courtyard spin and dance around before running back inside the open French doors below.

"Oh I am." When you looked at III he wasn't looking outside. No, he was looking at you.

III crossed his arms over his chest when you walked up to him, even in heels you were marginally shorter. Then again average people aren't strutting around at his generous height.

You touched his elbow. "Don't be cute."

"Can't help it baby, I was born that way."

You both laughed as he dragged you against him once more, the passing headlights made you both light and glow like fireflies when he turned you towards the expensive looking vanity and full body length mirror attached to the closet door.

"Look at you. You are a vision honey, seriously. You are so sexy in this dress." He said with his face leaning down, resting his pointed chin on your bare shoulder.

"You clean up pretty nicely yourself."

III chuckled breathlessly and held you tighter, his blue eyes even brighter as he looked at the two of you in the mirror. "Thank you, my love. Told you; I was born with it."

"Okay, Maybelline."

III was quick to turn things more intimate, skirting his hands over your shoulder, down your arms before lifting one to rest up and around his neck. "This dress is my favorite. Easy on the eyes and easy for me to do this."

His large hand quickly slipped in the top of your dress, cupping and holding your breast as you gasped in his arms.

"III!"

"Wha'?" He almost sounded sheepish, wounded when you shouted his name.

"What if we get caught?"

"Whose cares, mama? Harder for them lot downstairs to know we crashed their little shin-dig if we're not even down there, right?" III mused and peppered your neck with more kisses. "And if we do, so what? We'll bring in the new year with a literal bang!"

III made a growling sound that left you a giggling mess, even more when he pinched your nipple.

"Hard already, ay? Naughty thing, you."

"This is all your fault."

"Oh sure, right, blame the big guy. Real scape goat shit, oughta' put me out of my misery already."

"Has anyone ever told you you're dramatic?"

III laughed against you with his entire body. "Maybe once or twice." He quickly pecked the side of your temple and squeezed your waist and tit and the same time.

"Love that sound, honey. Why don't you make some more for me, yeah? For us. Get us ready." ….

III is incredible with his hands, he plays you like another instrument. Knows the movements that get you keyed up, the way the pad of his thumb pushes down on your swollen clit while he gently fingers you. Strums it. Chuckling into the side of your neck, mouth over your ear how good you feel, how warm and wet you're getting, taking your panties and shoving them into his back pocket.

He scolds you from looking away from the mirror, holding your jaw forward. "What did I tell you, huh? Keep your eyes on mine in the fuckin' mirror, yeah? Are you trying to be a little brat, or what? Should we bring in the new year with you getting spanked? That my dear girl can be arranged."

You shivered and clenched around his fingers, III sped up, moving his thick fingers deeper, curling them in a way that made you yelp. You knocked your head back against III's shoulder.

"I'm gonna' cum."

"I know," you could see the glint and desire in his eyes, knew he was smiling as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, admired your glossy juice before making you get down on the floor. The jingling of his belt sent goosebumps over your skin, licking at your spine.

"I was so close."

"Don't whine pretty girl, let's get down to business. The only was you're gonna' cum is on my cock so head down, ass up… a little higher, there we go. There we fuckin' go!" III made sure you still had a good view of his above you, moving your dress out of the way, humming lowly. "Such cute little holes begging to be played with, to be fucked. Is that what you want honey? Want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! You know I do," you whined and wiggled your hips tauntingly, watching III run his hands down his mask before giving your hip a pinch. "Fuck me. Please baby I need you to fuck me."

"Are you not worried about getting caught anymore?"

"Fuck no. I need you please. I need it, I need-- aha fuck!" III didn't waste any more time and slammed his cock into you, splitting you open, grabbing at the thankfully plush carpet.

"That is so much better. Nothing better than that first fuck into you. You're so wet."

You sobbed as you watched him take you, your eyes glassy, rolling around in your head. III moved closer, practically molding his chest to your back as he humped you. One of his long arms eventually circled around your middle, keeping you still as he panted and grunted against your back. Another flood of wetness engulfed his cock, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the look in his eyes as he watched himself slip in and out of your cunt. Mesmerized.

"I love you." You breathed, not expecting him to stop completely. Or that slap to your rear.

"You wha'? You wanna' say that again love, I couldn't hear you properly over you getting dicked." III panted, bringing your head up by the scruff of your neck.

"I said… I love you."

III merely chuckled and pulled all the way out. "I love you so fuckin' much."

And then he disappeared from view, moving your legs even further apart, you heard some shuffling behind you, you were tempted to look over your shoulder but there wasn't much time. III had his tongue slipping and sliding around your folds. The noise you made was so pathetic you had to hang your head as he nosily made out and tongue fucked your hole.

When III spat on your cunt then proceeded to slurp it back up, you sobbed out in absolute pleasure. More feral noises and moans left your throat and for the briefest of moments you had forgotten where you were.

That is until you both paused in fear as a set of voices sounded just outside the door.

You covered your mouth with both hands.

The party go-ers moved on to another room finally, another halt to your orgasm.

"Aww poor baby can't catch a break, ay?" III chuckled, pulling his mask back down before mounting you once more, squelching his cock into you, fucking you stupid.

You opened your mouth to tell him not to be so loud but all of a sudden a raucous cheer rose up from the party downstairs to your ears.

The countdown was on its way which spurred on III behind you to rise up to one knee and shove your chest down flat, holding you down with his hands, pounding harder and faster.

"Just in time pretty girl," III huffed, bunching up the hem of your dress," Gotta' count that orgasm down. Are you ready, honey? Here it comes… ten, nine, eight fuck-- seven, gonna' make you cum so fuckin' hard."

You squealed and snuck a hand between your legs, feeling just where he was splitting you in half with promise and purpose. You gathered your mixed slick and rubbed your clit in pace with his thrusts.

"Gonna' core you out baby, need to make some fucking room. Come here." III dragged you like a rag doll, praising you as he pulled you back and forth on his throbbing cock.

"I'm gonna' cum. Cum with me!" You sobbed into the carpet, your climax just there on the edge of your busy fingers.

"Damn right you are! Give it to me. "Four, three, two…"

The crowd below cheered out "Happy New Year" in unison as you came with a shout of his name, grinding your teeth as III fucked you through it, chasing his own high.

"I fuckin' love you baby, turn around and take my load. Remember now honey," III praised and pet your head as he jerked himself off above you, hunched over and ready to bust by the look of his leaking cock. "Gotta' hold it in first, show me where I belong."

You opened your mouth per his request, lolling out your tongue as he came with a grunt of your name, moaning about how pretty you looked, how much he loved you, how he longed to see his seed coating your mouth and tongue. You him his spend before swallowing it down, only for III to grab your shoulder and haul you up against him, titling his head and moving his mask in quick succession to fuck his tongue into your mouth.

"Mmm we taste so fuckin' good together. I love--"

"Hey! Who the hell are you two? And what are you doing in my room?!" A slurring blonde woman in a mini skirt stumbled into the room that now doubt reeked of rough sex.

You and III exchanged matching shrugs, taking his hand in yours you two bolted out of the room, down the stairs, snagging one more goat cheese bite and a glass of champagne before running out, laughing hand in hand onto the lawn into the new year's night.

[littlemiss-sakura]

Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

 IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards. 

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together. 

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going. 

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.” 

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again. 

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips. 

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence. 

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators. 

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you. 

“Damn your long legs.” 

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush. 

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light. 

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom. 

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside. 

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening? 

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you. 

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it. 

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts. 

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this? 

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm. 

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck. 

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake. 

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath. 

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts. 

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve. 

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly. 

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again. 

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time. 

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference. 

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning. 

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you. 

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch. 

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him. 

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips. 

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation. 

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back. 

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust. 

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy. 

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!” 

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?” 

“Either?” 

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both. 

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.” 

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away. 

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.

[littlemiss-sakura]

Kinktober Day 10: Sensory Deprivation (III x Fem! Reader SMUT)

My first Sleep Token fic AAAAAAHHHH!!! I have been absolutely infatuated with III recently. This little smut piece has inspired a full length, multi chapter Sleep Token fic, so keep an eye out for that soon!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, blindfolding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, some scratching if you squint, aftercare, established relationship, I think that's everything if I missed any let me know!

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"You're sure about this?" You could hear the smile in his voice as he asked you. You nod in response, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you could meet his striking blue eyes. "With your words, love." His deep voice rumbles from his chest.

"I'm sure." You reply softly, searching what little you could see of his features for some sort of confirmation. Over your time of knowing III he had always remained a bit of an enigma to you, but you would be lying if you said he didn't make you a bit curious. You had been working in a close proximity to the small group for a while now, being one of the few operating businesses this deep into the wilderness they would often wander into your store for their weekly supplies run. At first it was only their leader, Vessel, that would enter the store. After a while, where you believed he was testing you to make sure you were safe, the other three began to join him. It was at that time you had met III.

"Good girl." He praises softly. Your breathing was shaky as you waited in anxious anticipation. You let out a long, slow breath as he laid the black satin sash over your eyes, carefully tying it in a snug knot. He places a warm hand on your shoulder, "remember we can stop if any of this is too much." You nod in response only for him to let out a soft chuckle. "Words, lovey."

"Okay." You stutter out. You place your hand on top of his, his fingers intertwined with yours as he brings your knuckles to his now unmasked lips. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his movements slow and deliberate as he allowed you time to adjust to the total darkness. You jolt slightly as his lips find your neck, he gives the hand he was still holding a gentle squeeze of reassurance, trying to ease your nervous state. You found yourself leaning into him, your body craving his soft touch. His free hand slides across your lower back until it wraps around your waist, a gentle nudge guiding you into his lap. The robe you had changed into slowly began to fall away, freeing up the expanse of your shoulders and top of your chest. You gasp softly at the feeling of his sharp teeth grazing your collarbone, his nose trailing up your neck until his lips landed on your pulse.

"How are you feeling?" You shiver as his breath fans over your exposed skin.

"Amazing." You respond quickly. With your sight taken away it gave you the opportunity to fully focus on what III had in store for you.

"Think you could straddle me, love?" He asks with a kiss to your cheek. After some careful maneuvering you sat facing III. He takes you gently by the wrists, guiding your hands up to the sides of his face. Stubble tickles your fingertips as they press into his warm face. You had never seen what III looks like without his mask, not completely anyways. Him baring himself to you like this, even if you couldn't see him, was the ultimate display of trust. He allowed you a moment to feel his features; your fingers trailed along his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose, your thumb gently ran over his bottom lip. His large hands sat comfortably on your waist as he waited patiently for you to be satisfied with your examination. You grab his collar, pulling him in so your lips could find his. As you kissed him he worked off your robe a little more, the fabric now pooling around your waist. Goosebumps littered your skin at the feeling of cool night air drifting in from the open window. You let out a startled squeak at the feeling of III's hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples, a sultry groan rumbling from his chest. His hand comes up to massage your breast, the supple flesh squishing in between his fingers as he expertly flicks his tongue over your sensitive chest. Your fingers tangle into his hair, holding him close to you as you struggle to keep yourself quiet. He releases you with a loud pop before effortlessly standing with you in his arms and laying you back on the bed. His lips land on your stomach, taking his time to explore every bit of exposed skin as he allows you a moment to settle into your new position. He eased your legs open, his fingers ghosting over the inside of one of your thighs caused you to shiver. Your hands fist into the bedsheets, a loud cry escaping you as he grazed over your already sensitive clit. He chuckles softly, "you're already soaked and we've barely gotten started."

"Kind of hard to not get worked up when I can only focus on you touching me." You giggle in response, your cheeks immediately growing warm at his observation. Your back arches off the bed as III decides to return to his assault on your senses. His hand dipped back between your legs, rubbing slow, languid circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His free hand caresses the side of your face, his thumb pushing past your lips and into the warm cavern of your mouth. You eagerly swirled your tongue around the digit, eager to please, and even more eager for III to grant you the release you were so desperately seeking. You whine as he pulls his hand away from your clit, your frustration not lasting very long as you immediately felt the weight of his body lay on top of yours. His lips trail along your jaw as he lines himself up with your entrance. You can't stop yourself from crying out as he pushes himself inside of you, the pleasurable sting of him filling you so completely causing tears to prick at your eyes. You wrap your arms around him, wanting to feel every shift of his muscles as he lazily fucks into you, moans falling from your mouth like a prayer with every sharp thrust.

"You're so fucking pretty." He growls as he gradually begins to increase his pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, dragging deep red scratches down his back as you found yourself unable to hold on any longer. You screamed his name as your orgasm tore through you, his relentless thrusts never slowing until he reached his own climax. He cursed as he pressed himself as deeply inside you as he could manage, you whimpered at the feeling of his hot load pooling inside you. You both lay in silence for a moment as you struggled to regain control of your breathing. One of III's warm hands trails over your side, giving it a gentle squeeze as he eases himself out of you as carefully as he can. "You lay right there love, I'm gonna take good care of you." You whined at the loss of warmth as he pulled off of you, you heard the soft shuffling of cloth as he pulled his mask back into place before removing your blindfold. Warm, loving blue eyes met yours as you squinted against the light in the room. You blinked a few times to allow your eyes to adjust, III carefully watching your expression for any sort of unease or discomfort. "Hey there, beautiful." The corners of his eyes crinkle into a smile. "Let's get cleaned up and we'll head to bed, yeah?" You nod, sleepily reaching out for him. III scoops you up in his arms, carrying you into the bathroom to take a hot bath. You weren't allowed to lift a finger the entire time, III insisted on taking care of you. You found yourself wrapped tightly in his warm embrace, the two of you exchanging slow, sleepy kisses as you basqued in the crickets song from the woods.

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Tag List: @spookyghostjelly @herripinkle @mustluvecho @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @jumpcauseimfroggy (I don't know who would like to be tagged for Sleep Token stuff, if you do let me know!)

[littlemiss-sakura]

Intense

Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: Vessel x Female reader x III Length: Long Summary: Your eepy roommates suggest they can help you out. Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, LISTEN UP PUNK I know what I’m about ok and I shouldn’t even have to to explain this but for ffs this is for funsies, fictional purposes only. I don’t know these British men and I don’t claim to! But am I having an absolute ball listening to them everyday day since I heard Dark Signs??? Absolutely. I have not and will not know peace on Earth ever again so with that being said… my lizard brain wants to shoot my shot and get sandwiched between Vessel and III (purely based off their on stage personas) and I’m pretty sure all us worshippers would enjoy kneeling and begging for forgiveness for all the eepy guys. DON’T LIE TO ME; I’ll know. ;) One late night thot lead us down this path so here ya’ go, we’ve got: strong language, explicit content, MFM relations, polyamorous activities, kissing, oral (m receiving), p in v, protected sex, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), double vaginal, dirty talking, creampie III is a mess, Vessel is along for the ride and you’re indulging in the spoils of detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint my ride or die

ENJOY!!!

You stare at the red numbers on the clock next to your bed. You blink.

Unfortunately unfazed by the hum-drum pace and the position you’ve found yourself in.

Ugh, how did this happen again?

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[littlemiss-sakura]

Preacher

Note:  requested by @neonhairspray! Was I inspired by Jesse Custer? Well, duh ;)

Warnings: 18+!!! smut.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: When a new priest showed up at your grandma's local church, even you thanked God.

wordcount: 3,3k

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'Ain't that skirt a little short for church?'

Church. You hated it. Well, maybe not really hated, but it bored you. Your grandma, however; a big fan. And being the good granddaughter that you are, you always joined her on Sundays.

The problem was just that you didn't share her beliefs, you weren't quite sure about what you believed actually, but it surely wasn't the nailed God your grandma believed in. And those sermons seemed to last for years too, as you sat there trying to suppress yawn after yawn. More than once you were given glares, by Father Beocca, the only priest you had ever seen in that church, during his endless preaching. But as you were never a bother or disturbed anything, he never fully told you off, he just thought it was a shame you didn't know any of the religious songs that everyone would belt out throughout the service. Your grandma thought that Father Beocca was a 'fine young man, one you should marry,' but then your grandma was old, half blind and half deaf too.

And when you arrived at the church, on another fine Sunday morning, you noticed immediately that something was different. You parked as close as you could to the church entrance, and when you got out of the car you noticed how the faithful church goers murmured and looked confused, almost even panicked. And then you saw Sister Hild at the doors, and you heard her explain how Father Beocca was needed elsewhere, and that there was a new priest in town now. As your grandma was not the fastest around these days, almost everyone was inside the church already when you finally managed to get her out of your car.

'There's a new priest, grandma,' you said as you walked to the entrance.

'What?' she asked.

'There's a new priest!' you shouted, and you were startled by a sudden chuckle.

And when you snapped your head in its direction, your eyes landed on the new priest. He was tall, lean and dressed in all black, the regular priest outfit. Unlike Father Beocca, he didn't wear a large crucifix around his neck and, unlike Father Beocca, he was young and incredibly handsome, dare you say even dangerously arousing, and he actually had hair on his head. Not just a sexy goatee, no, he also had a rather wild looking haircut; dark, long and loose hair reached his shoulders. He reminded you a little of that singer, Hozier, and you couldn't help but think how this priest could absolutely take you to church, or in the church.

Your mouth had fallen slightly open as you stared at him, while he was leaning back against the church wall, smoking a cigarette, which he flicked away before he flashed you a sly smile.

'That new priest would be me,' he said with a warm, low voice, as he exhaled the last smoke before he walked inside the church, leaving you speechless.

'He looks a bit old, doesn't he?' your grandma then said, 'probably because he smokes,' she muttered.

And suddenly you were actually looking forward to the sermon, and you found yourself sitting close to the front, whereas you usually tried to sit as far back as possible. The church was still filled with shocked murmurs and faces, but everyone became silent when the new priest appeared at the altar.

'Good morning,' his smooth voice echoed, 'I see a lot of shocked and confused faces here today, so I want to start today's service by introducing myself. I will be taking over from Father Beocca, as he has been called to serve elsewhere,' he said and looked around the church, 'my name is Sihtric, which you may address me by. But if you're more comfortable calling me Father,' his eyes landed on you, 'you may call me Father Sihtric.'

You swallowed hard as your eyes remained locked for a few seconds. Your mouth had gone dry, your breath hitched in your throat and without realising it, you squeezed your thighs together as you looked up into the priest's duo coloured eyes. He must be of the Devil as well as partly on the side of the Angels too, you thought.

'So,' Sihtric then said with a half smile, and looked back at the crowd, 'shall we begin?'

He gave a curt nod to Sister Hild, who quickly pressed the button on an old cd player, and some religious song blasted through the church while everyone stood up. As per usual, you helped your grandma up, and looked down at your feet while everyone belted out the, to you still unfamiliar, religious lyrics and you suppressed a few yawns as the song seemed to last forever.

The rest of the sermon you were just eyeing up the new priest, who had his eyes on you each time you had averted your gaze for a second, before you redirected it back to him again, which caused you to feel your cheeks heat up each time. You had a lot of time to study him as he preached, and you came to the conclusion that you'd actually fuck this priest, if possible. And with that thought, you probably just reserved a cosy spot in Hell for your soul.

And as you did every Sunday, when the service was more or less over and your grandma needed another half hour to pray, you went outside to sit on the church stairs, catching some sun. And that's where the priest caught your eye again, as he was leaning back in the same spot as where you first saw him, smoking another cigarette.

'I thought priests weren't allowed to smoke,' you commented.

Sihtric turned his face towards you and grinned, before he took another drag.

'It's not forbidden,' he said, 'but it's not encouraged either.'

'Aha,' you smiled, 'I see. I also thought priests aren't allowed to have tattoos,' you said, after you had noticed the tattoo in his neck, and those on his fingers.

Sihtric chuckled and took another drag of his cigarette, then dropped it and stomped it out with his leather booth. He adjusted his black cassock and made way back inside the church, but stopped as he passed you and leaned in.

'And I thought,' Sihtric spoke softly and wetted his lips with his tongue, 'that good Christian ladies didn't press their thighs together as they eyed up their priest,' he winked, and then disappeared behind the large, wooden church doors.

The following Sunday you accompanied your grandmother to church again, and this time you wore your nicest dress and had made a little effort to look nice. All because of the new, hot priest.

And hot he looked once again when he greeted everyone who entered the church, as he stood at the entrance.

'Father Sihtric,' you said with a cheeky smile as you passed him, slowly, as you walked your grandma inside the church.

'Lady,' Sihtric gave a curt nod, 'ain't that skirt a little short for church?' he playfully raised an eyebrow as he looked at your exposed knees.

'You sound like my grandmother,' you scowled.

'Do I look like her too?' he jested.

You chuckled and shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up as the priest's taunting.

'Sounds like your grandmother is a wise woman,' he said, then leaned in, 'not that I'm complaining about the length of your skirt though.'

You looked back over your shoulder as your grandma shuffled through the doors, and you saw Sihtric's cheeky smile as his eyes trailed up from your behind to your own eyes. 

'Aren't priests supposed to be good holy men?' you teased, 'who abstain from any form of pleasure?'

Sihtric chuckled, 'Sure, I abstain. But don't think I'm a good holy man.'

And not much later after you had found a seat, the Sunday service started. Whatever Sihtric preached was still boring to you, but at least it gave you enough time to fantasise about him. However, as Easter was approaching, it seemed like each week the sermon became longer and longer. 

Several yawns and religious songs later, the service was finally over and you went outside again as your grandmother prayed. You sat on the stairs, leaving enough space for other church goers to leave, whom Sihtric was wishing a good day a few paces away from you. 

Once everybody had left, except for a few devotees who were still praying, like your grandma, Sihtric sat down near you on the stairs, and he lit a cigarette. He offered you one too, but you declined.

'I don't smoke, thanks,' you smiled politely.

'Who would've thought,' Sihtric grinned, 'what a good girl.'

'Aren't you a little too cheeky to be a priest, Father?'

'Perhaps,' he shrugged and took a drag from his cigarette, 'but then I'm not really a believer, you know?'

'What?' you scoffed, amused, 'you're a priest with no faith?'

'I personally practise a different religion,' he looked at you, 'and I hope you will keep this to yourself, to not stir anything up here.'

'Of course,' you said, seriously this time, 'so… why are you a priest then?'

'When I was young I was taken in by a family after I had serious issues with my father, and the people who raised me during my teens were very Christian,' Sihtric said, 'to please them, and to thank them I suppose, I became a priest. That was really what they hoped I'd become, so I did.'

'Damn,' you said, 'that's… quite the dedication.'

'It's not always fun, but you get used to this life and what comes with it. But,' Sihtric grinned again, 'that doesn't mean I follow all the rules.'

'Oh?' you pretended to be shocked, 'so you're not celibate?'

'That I am,' he said, and his eyes trailed down to your exposed legs again, 'although lately I'm questioning that choice,' he smiled, then looked away and continued his cigarette, 'but I do drink and smoke, and I don't pray.'

You laughed at his last words, and Sihtric gave you an amused look.

'Now you know my reason, but why are you not praying right now, lady?'

'I'm only here to accompany my grandmother. She needs someone to drive her, and it's just me and her, so you know…'

'That's kind of you,' Sihtric said and finished his cigarette, then got up, 'I'd almost say you're a saint,' he smiled, 'I guess I'll see you next week then?'

'You will,' you said, and you saw your grandma shuffling towards you.

'Oh, and,' Sihtric leaned in as he stood on a step above you, 'I better not see you yawn as I preach next time.'

The next week Sihtric found you outside again, after the service. And as you hadn't seen him before you got inside the church, like the previous weeks, you were delighted to see he smiled at you and seemed to enjoy your brief company.

'Again not praying?' Sihtric joked as he sat down next to you on the stairs, 'you should try it sometime.'

'Neither are you,' you shrugged, 'maybe you should try it.'

'Maybe I should.'

'Oh, really?' you grinned, 'and why is that?'

You both leaned in a little closer as you looked at each other.

'Because,' Sihtric sighed, 'when everyone is busy singing those little church tunes as I sit back, I can't help but fantasise about the way I'd like to bend you over that altar, and fuck you in front of every single soul present,' he smiled and brought his face closer to yours, 'and that's not very good of me, is it?' he asked and brushed his lips lightly against yours, then flicked his tongue against your lips with a soft chuckle, and got up on his feet.

Without saying another word, he opened the church doors and disappeared inside, leaving you breathless on the stairs, aroused, waiting for your grandmother to finish her prayers. 

Naturally, you hadn't mentioned your interest in the hot priest to your grandmother, and you still behaved the same as always on your way to church, but secretly you were more than happy to join her now each Sunday. And this Sunday, it was Easter.

'Lady,' Sihtric greeted you at the entrance with his cheeky smile.

'Father,' you feigned ignorance as you passed him.

But Sihtric knew you loved the tension, just like he did. And he'd get back at you for playing around like that. To taunt him more, you'd yawn every time Sihtric would look at you, his eyes becoming more intense with each glare he gave you. And when you playfully held your rosary between your fingers, and slowly licked the cross pendant as he looked at yo, Sihtric swallowed hard and had to start over his verse, as he lost his focus for a brief moment.

And not much later, Sihtric stepped down towards the church benches, and Sister Hild approached with a basket and a chalice. You soon found out the basket held sacramental bread and the chalice was filled with wine.

Sihtric then looked at the crowd and said, 'Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation, for through your goodness we have received the bread we offer you, the fruit of the earth and work of human hands, it will become for us the bread of life.'

You tried to keep a serious face as Sihtric approached, followed by Hild, who was a few steps behind as people took their time with the wine after the Father had given them a piece of bread. And then Sihtric held the sacramental bread out to you as he looked down into your eyes, repeating the verse he had said to everyone else.

'Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood,' he spoke with a low voice, 'remains in me and I in them.'

A sly smile appeared on his face as he made a cross sign on your forehead, and then trailed his fingers down your cheek, to your chin.

'Open,' Sihtric whispered.

Luckily your grandma was deaf, and mainly blind, and Sister Hild was still busy with the people in front of you, because this wasn't part of his sermon, but you gladly obeyed as your cheeks burned up.

Sihtric placed the piece of bread on your tongue as he lightly held your chin, 'Swallow,' he whispered the command.

And after you swallowed the bread and looked up at him, batting your eyelashes, he let go of your chin.

'Good girl,' Sihtric winked, and went on to the next person, just before Hild came over to you with the wine.

And where you usually would go outside as your grandmother prayed, you now found yourself stuck in the church. The Easter service would last longer than a usual service, and your grandma wanted to celebrate the day with the others after Sihtric was done handing out the bread. And while everyone gathered in little groups, scattered throughout the church, you decided to get back at Sihtric after what he just did.

'Father?' you played innocent as he turned to you, 'I think I need to confess.'

'I see,' Sihtric said and crossed his arms, looking around the church, 'I'm sure no one would miss me here for a moment.'

He beckoned you to follow him, to the private room that was only for priests to enter, where they'd get ready before the service. It was dimly lit, as there was no lightswitch and only a small window allowed in some daylight. 

'So,' Sihtric said, as he leaned back on a small altar table, 'what would you like to confess?'

'Well, you see,' you smiled sweetly, 'Father, I have to confess that I met a handsome man, who is in a committed relationship with his God.'

'Is he?' Sihtric frowned, with a smile. 

'Yes. But I can't stop myself from fantasising about him...'

'Mhm,' the priest hummed, amused, 'and what happens in those fantasies?' he asked and puckered his lips.

'Well, I find myself fantasising about riding him, or having his head between my thighs, doing the most unholy things,' you confessed.

'Those are some serious sins, young lady,' Sihtric teased.

'I know, Father,' you said, 'what do you think I should do?'

'Well,' Sihtric said, and rolled up his black sleeves, 'I think you should get on your knees and ask for forgiveness.'

'Yes, Father,' you agreed, and kneeled in front of him.

You watched his tattooed fingers unbuckle his black leather belt, slowly, and then he took your hands to guide them, making you take off his belt.

'Good girl,' Sihtric breathed, and grabbed your chin, 'will you continue to be a good girl?'

'Yes, Father.'

Sihtric hummed and smiled, then unbuttoned his black trousers and pulled them slightly down.

'Then be a good girl for me,' he said.

And as you lowered his boxers, freeing his hard cock, he took your face in his hands.

'Open,' he whispered, just like earlier, and guided his length inside your mouth.

The priest started slowly, easing you into the way of forgiveness, and with each slow thrust into your mouth, you felt his cock twitch pleasantly on your tongue. But soon, his big hands moved up into your hair, grabbing a fistful of your locks, and he started thrusting into you faster and deeper, until he was fucking your mouth as if you were his toy. You moaned as you sucked him off, and your eyes watered while you tried not to gag occasionally, and you loved it all.

'That's a good girl,' Sihtric groaned, and stilled inside you for a moment, 'fuck,' he hissed, then chuckled as you gagged slightly and he slapped your cheek.

'No,' he said sternly, 'you will be a good girl and take me, will you not?'

'Mhm,' was all you could hum as your mouth was stuffed with his leaking cock.

Sihtric slapped your cheek again and pulled out, causing a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum to run down your chin and stain your fancy dress.

'I asked you a question,' he said and grabbed your chin, 'will you be a good girl and take me?'

'Yes, Father,' you breathed, and opened your mouth to him again.

Your hands moved up to his thighs, holding onto him as he fucked your mouth. Each moan and grunt was silent to everyone celebrating Easter right outside that room, as they still sang their songs and chatted loudly with one another. All while you nearly choked on the hot priest's cock, on that holy Sunday.

'Gods, you feel so fucking good,' Sihtric moaned and threw his head back, 'ah, fuck, it's been so long,' he laughed mischievously, 'you should confess your sins to me every week, lady,' he husked and looked down in your eyes, 'and I promise you'll be forgiven each time.'

You moaned and bobbed your head, while his hands still had a firm grip on you, and you enjoyed the way he twitched in your mouth and how his hands tightened in your hair. Sihtric's breathing became heavier and his thrust sloppier while he moaned hard. 

'Swallow,' he then said, moments before he came on your tongue, and you didn't waste a single drop.

'Good girl,' Sihtric breathed, as he pulled out, messing up your dress even worse than before, and he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he held your face, 'such a good girl,' he purred, and leaned in to peck your lips.

He used an altar cloth to clean you up as best as he could, and cupped your cheeks when you got up from your knees.

'I'd like to see you on other days too,' Sihtric whispered, smiling, 'not just on Sundays, and not just in church,' he pulled you closer and kissed your lips gently.

'I'd like that too,' you smiled, tiredly but satisfied, 'Father.'

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Anyone But You - Dwight Request

AN: This was so much fun to write and so unlike anything I’ve ever written before! (I’ll look for any reason to write Dwight smut though lmao) I hope you like the way it came out anon! <3 

“I didn’t want you coming with me.” Dwight snapped, stomping his way through the woods.

“Will you stop whining already? I didn’t ask to come.” The girl following behind him countered, just as unhappy about having to be out with him as he was about being out with her. The two had despised each other from the start, though neither knew exactly why. There had just been this weird tension between them from the get-go and it kept going downhill from there, and now, they were out in the middle of nowhere having yet another shouting match. They’d been assigned the task of scavenging together for the third time this month, and each time just got worse than the last.

“I wouldn’t be complaining if I didn’t keep getting stuck having to drag you around.” The man responded over his shoulder, quickly stabbing a walker that had shambled up to him through the skull. (Y/N) clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on her hatchet. She wanted to hit him with it so bad. She wanted to punch him. She wanted to kick him. In a weird way she wanted to kiss him. But mostly she just wanted to punch him.

“Can’t you just grow up for one goddamn day?” She hissed, walking past him as they headed back to the road.

“Me? Grow up? Princess, I think you’ve got this backwards.”

“Princess?!” The girl turned on her heel and looked at him. “Princess?!” She repeated.

“You heard me! I would be so much better off being stuck with anyone but you!” Dwight yelled.

“Alright listen here asshole,” (Y/N) began, securing her hatchet back onto her belt and stepping towards him. “I don’t know what your problem is, or why everything I do pisses you off, but I don’t want to be here just as much as you do! We only have to do this for a few hours because Negan said so, you can get over yourself.” She snapped. Dwight looked absolutely livid.

“Get over myself? You’re the one who walks around like a god damned princess thinking everyone likes you so much! They only tolerate you to stare at your ass, no one likes you!” Dwight told her, pointing at her. He knew that wasn’t true, lots of the Saviors liked her for her. But god, he hated that girl. She just got under his skin and being around her made his blood boil.

“No one likes me!?” She cried out dramatically. “Oh no, whatever will I do with myself?!” The girl held up her arms and gave him an ‘I don’t care look.’ She turned around and headed back to the highway.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” Dwight yelled, storming after her. She turned around and glared at him.

“What!? Why!? Why shouldn’t I? So you can bitch at me some more? You feel so threatened by me, all you want to do is argue and complain. I have better things to do than stand around and argue with you all day.” She snapped.

“Maybe I wouldn’t complain so much if you weren’t so fucking frustrating all the time!” Frustrating was the perfect word to describe her in Dwight’s mind. When he wasn’t so busy hating her, he found his mind wandering to him forcing her up against a wall and fucking her like crazy. He would always push these thoughts away, assuring himself he would probably rather enjoy throwing her to the walkers more. She moved to turn away from him but was stopped when he grabbed her by the arm.

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