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Causerie

Summary: You send Arthur a letter. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word Count: 2,185 Tags: Male Masturbation, solo handjob, mentions of oral and unprotected p in v, dirty talk, long distance relationship, high honor Warnings: 18+ MDNI

an: So this came out of nowhere LMAO It's a bit different from what I'm used to, but I ran with it. The mentioned photo was heavily inspired by @sir-walton-goggins's under-the-cut sketch of their OC, Kris Blake. 😍😍😍 I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Causerie: an informal conversation

Channeling the self-control of a brigade of soldiers, Arthur willed his unruly cock flaccid as he left the post office. An envelope addressed to Tacitus Kilgore in familiar dainty cursive teased him from inside his satchel. The nagging twinge in his gut could only be satiated by his fist wrapped tight around himself in the solitude of his tent. 

He didn’t know how he’d make it through the rest of the day without losing his sanity. Once you’d unknowingly planted the seeds, his thoughts of you grew wild and untamed like the weeds at your feet. He’d never seen something so ridiculous—a woman in her day dress, the lacy hem stained with dirt, trying to repair a loose fence post on her own.

“No man ’round here?” he had asked, holding his hand out for the hammer.

“There is now.”

You beamed, your smile stunning him like a camera flash. Unbeknownst to him, that grin was a brand, marking him as yours for a long time to come. 

Every time he passed by the quiet homestead, he found himself lightly pulling on Boadicea’s reins and scoping out something to fix. Your ways of showing gratitude, like a hug or kiss on the cheek, turned his neck to shades of crimson, yet he’d still come knocking again some time later. On his last visit, you were dragging him to your room by cotton suspenders, mouth attached to his before he could get a word in.

An innocent lamb you were not—he was sure of it now in a half-daze, hypnotized by your breasts as you bounced on top of him. Matter of fact, you must’ve been a witch or a succubus; he’d never felt so used, drained, and perfectly satisfied.

And guilty, too. He couldn’t even look at you as he confessed to his life of criminality, finally admitting what he’d come to tell you in the first place. After this job, he was leaving for good.

To his surprise, you didn’t put up a fight—just wished him well—and dammit, that made him want you even more. You didn’t follow him outside—only watched from under the blanket as he said his last goodbye and promise.

“I’ll write t’you.”

Receiving your letters kept his heart ticking and dick aching. What started as a pile of polite notes quickly transformed into a library of erotica. His hands trembled in anticipation as he opened the latest letter. 

Dear Arthur, 

Are you still alive? I hope you haven’t gone and gotten yourself killed. I’m sorry if I kept you waiting. A new photographer opened up in town, and I stopped by the studio one evening just before he closed. I may have batted my lashes and stood a little too close when I asked for his help. A special photo of me would be the perfect gift for my dear husband, who was about to be shipped away to war in the Philippines. You should’ve seen how red he got when I dropped my blouse. I tried to sit pretty. Did it work?

A photo? Arthur checked the discarded envelope, searching for the supposed gift. A small photo was still tucked away in the envelope. He took it out and held it up to the lantern to get a good look.

Christ.

You were directly in the center of the camera with a lazy smile on your face. Pearls adorned your neck, and velvet cloth draped over your shoulders, just barely covering those twin humps on your chest. Fuck, he wanted to rip that photographer’s head clean off his shoulders for capturing you like that, but goddamn, he wanted to shake the man’s hand too. This slip of paper was a slice of heaven on Earth.

And for what he was about to do with it, he was going straight to hell. Setting the letter aside, the gunslinger undressed down to his union suit with the ardor of his twenty-year-old self. As he settled back onto the cot, he locked on to your sultry eyes and sighed contently.

I had a dream about you. Do you ever dream about me?  

The bulge in his pants begged for attention, and he appeased it, palming himself idly while his eyes stayed trained on the photograph. He’s too old and weathered for this—pining over some girl and touching himself like he’d gotten a second wind of puberty. 

But he couldn’t help it. Even after deafening gun fights and vicious animal attacks, he’d find a letter to re-read, and now he had this picture to accompany his fantasies. His gaze shifted from the photo back to your words on the page. 

We were in this beautiful room in a palace or someplace like that, swimming under blankets. It was far from my humble bed, but it felt like paradise. 

If only you knew, that little bed was his paradise.

Dream you tasted like whiskey and ash and smelled like leather and gunpowder. I don’t think it was too far off from the real thing. We weren’t wearing any clothes, of course, and your head was tucked between my thighs. 

Breath shaking, his hips shifted upward, the memory of your thighs on either side of him overwhelming his senses. Arthur sucked in his bottom lip and didn’t waste any more time undoing the bottom two buttons of his union suit. His cock sprung free, twitching and yearning. Flicking his eyes to your photo once more, his right hand moved on its own, kneading his leaking tip. He peeked over the edge of the paper, watching precum drizzle down his shaft, imagining it was you leaking around him. 

Oh, Arthur, I could feel your lips on every part of me at once, kissing up my stomach, bosom, arms, thighs, legs, all over. But when you found my lips again, I don’t know how my pounding heart didn’t suck me out of the dream. Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are or how heavenly your hands feel? And your back, Mister Morgan, is like a brick wall. How I wish I could’ve dug my nails into it.

Arthur’s fisted pace quickened as he stifled a groan, trying his very best to keep the sounds of his sin quiet. He urged himself downward into the cot, hoping the friction could mimic the sting of your nails dragging down his spine, but it was no use. Tightening his grip in frustration, he turned his attention back to the photograph of you. He wanted to study your hands, to imprint them in his mind’s eye so he could imagine them scratching his back and pleasuring his cock.

But the photo was too close up, only your face and a peak of your breasts captured at that moment in time. Would he be too brazen to ask for another? To request a pose? Hell—he’d stuff the money in an envelope with a list of the depraved positions he’d like to see you in. Your hands on your bust, legs spread open, on all fours, one with your pretty fingers in your mouth, and a full body shot with just the pearls. Dammit—he’d kill for it. 

But then, at the very end of the list, he’d ask for a respectable one. One of you with your hair pinned up under a fancy hat, dressed in your finest, wearing a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet with your hands folded politely over your lap. One that was sweet and proper. One that he could tuck in his journal, frame, or pin up on the wagon. One that he could take out in broad daylight and pretend, just for a moment, that he really was that war vet admiring a photo of his loving spouse.

His hips moved involuntarily again, jutting up into his fist—the placeholder for the pussy of the woman he’d one day make his wife.

I didn’t plan to get you in bed that night, as unbelievable as that may sound. You were just so damn handsome and so so kind. I couldn’t help it. I needed to know how you’d feel inside me. I hope you don’t see me as just some Jezebel.

“No,” he gasped out. Wet sounds of his strokes accompanied his declaration.

I really did and still do have feelings for you, Arthur. It’s quite scary, actually. Maybe that’s why my dreams about you are so vivid? I realized just how much I cared that night, looking down into your eyes. I don’t take you as the type of man to just give yourself away on a normal day like that, so I hope you feel the same way as me. Did I ever say thank you? Thank you for being such a giver. I have a tendency to take, take, take when I’m on top, but you got payback in my dream. You had me pinned under all of your weight, damn near suffocating me. It was the good type, though. When you pushed into me, I forgot all about it. I never took you for an eager man either, but you were drilling me into those blankets with the fervor of a threshing machine. Are you an eager man, Mister Morgan?

He answered in shallow pants, twisting his fist around his length and rocking his hips. 

I have a curse of waking up right when I’m on the edge, so as you can imagine, I had a wet problem to take care of. My fingers just don’t quite do it like you. I wish we could’ve had more time together. I get the feeling that you do a lot of taking care of other folks and don’t get that in return. Am I right? I’d take care of you, Arthur. I’d keep your belly full and drain your balls all in a night.

They tightened at the thought, and his hips were a piston now, going up and down on their own accord.

I know you’d never ask because you’re too nice, but I’d get on my knees for you and take care of you in that way. I’m sad we never got to try it, that I never got to taste you. The thought gave me the silliest idea. Are you looking at my picture? Imagine that pearl necklace is your spend on my chest.

Jesus—the perverted imagery hit him like a train. He looked at the pretty pearls atop your chest. Goddamn, minx. 

Don’t think me too crass, but do you touch yourself to my letters like I touch myself to yours? Yours are more well-mannered than mine. But still, I wonder, is your fist wrapped around your cock?

“Yes, darlin.” 

Goddamnit, he was talking to himself now, arm cramping as he pumped feverishly at his engorged dick, his orgasm waiting to explode behind his eyes.

Do you imagine it’s me instead? I wish it was me. I wish I was on top of you again, milking you for everything you’ve got. Would you give it to me this time, Arthur? Would you spill inside of me?

And spill he did, teeth gritted and grunting, as hot ropes of lust spurted out over his hand. Once again, he’d made a mess of himself on account of you.

Shame crept in as he floated back to reality and stared up at the canvas of his tent. He brought the letter back to his face to read the last paragraph. The least he should do was finish it—dirty old bastard. But when he landed on your words and processed them, he was left with a numb, longing ache in his chest.

If we were together, I’d help clean you up, then maybe we could spend the rest of the night all tangled up in each other. I’m sorry I’m not there to touch you for real, but I hope these letters bring a little light to that hard, lonely life of yours. If I can make you feel good, even from far away, that’s enough for me. I miss you. Any chance you could come see me soon? 

Yours.

Arthur sighed and folded your letter back up neatly, tucking it away in his now hollowed-out copy of Rambles Through Woods and Plains. Though your photo and letter were out of sight, his mind refused to wander from the subject of you.

An assortment of motion pictures flickered in his memory: the way your head tipped in laughter at his dry sarcasm, how you so graciously welcomed him to that sitdown meal, the way you worried about him just as much as he worried about you, and how your words, even from afar, brought him unmeasurable comfort. Making it back across the Upper Montana could be a brutal fight, but he’d outrun the law and take a few bullets if he had to. He’d bare it all to bring you back with him. 

As he relaxed into the cot, another thought drifted by, small and almost weightless like a dandelion seed in the wind: maybe he wouldn’t have to bring you back at all. Perhaps he could stay right there with you.

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regulus fucking sirius’ fiancé (featuring… sirius black !)

death eater!regulus + forced oral

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THE WARMTH OF BOTH BODIES

masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

✧Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

✧Rating: +18 mdni explicit

✧word count: 3.1k

✧gif credit: aegon ✧ aemond

-ˋˏsummary: Dragons are greedy, and both of your brothers have perverted desires that you take no issue on entertaining. ✧Warnings: : MDNI 18+, mummy kink, lactation kink, breastfeeding, threesome (f/m/m), aegond, targcest, polyamory, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation (f and m receiving), aegon is the most submissive to exist, switch!aemond. ✧ this is a part from @targaryen-dynasty 's 3k celebration ! check all the other works too, and as always a pleasure to participate with my silly things and congrats to her ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ✧ note: i added my own spice. it didn't say anything about aegond but i am... weak... #i tried

By no means had you known what being alone was like.

After Aemond, you were the fifth child of king Viserys to survive childhood. Daeron was your youngest by two years, and like your sister, you were dotted and cared for by your mother and father… unlike your brothers. 

Your mother had a weird way to demonstrate affection to them, you always thought. With Aegon was non-existent, and Aemond had this burden to be the reliable sibling amongst them all. 

When Aegon had to marry Helaena; you married Aemond. It was how the tradition dictates, and it was under your father’s wish, much to your mother’s dislike.

And just like Helaena, you recently had a daughter with Aemond, Rhaelle, who was the apple of his father’s eye. Yet, the only difference between your duty and Helaena’s is that she wasn’t the one who had to take care of Aegon. Instead, you took care of Aegon’s whims, alongside your husband’s.  

Aegon was greedy, whiny and clingy. He searched you whenever he wanted, following you around like a puppy for your attention. Whereas Aemond was quiet, reserved and embarrassed, but not less greedy. He often wanted comfort, praise for his action and the reassurance that he was doing no wrong in his desires. 

Both of them accepted the other, in a quiet agreement. You were a petulant person, and if you wanted, they knew this, all of it, would be over. So they shut up their differences for the sake of it.

Aegon was curled by your right side, lying on the bed of your chambers. Post coital bliss at its finest, as he was slightly sleepy, and even a bit grumpy when bothered. It had been some cold days, but the fire made it more bearable, and it gave some sense of cosiness to both. He was just resting, a bit sleepy, his head on your stomach as you read some silly book about Valyrian fashion, as his legs were pressed against your shoulder, as you slowly caressed his leg, soothing him like that.

You hear his soft yawn, as the laziness of the evening consumes you both as you are cuddled against the other for the warm. As Aegon draws slowly patterns upon the lower part of your chest, you feel the door of the chambers opening knowing it was your husband 

You lower your book, caressing Aegon’s heel and calf, as you look at Aemond, walking closer to the bed as he makes a slight face at seeing Aegon here, as if he wanted you all for himself. He takes his boots quickly, moving to take off his leather jerkin.

“Hi” You say, softly, and he hums. You can see it in the slight frown on his face. 

Aegon stirs a hit, not greeting Aemond as he sits on the bed, closer to you. Like a lazy cat, he yawns, and you feel his muscles stretching a bit. 

“Did you tuck Rhaelle?” Aemond asks, his shoulders tensed up as he takes off his eye patch and loses up his hair. He was tired, you could see.

“Yes, she is sleeping in the nursery…” You say softly, looking at him. “What is it?” You ask, seeing how Aemond wants something, yet he doesn’t know how to say it, looking at you a bit unsure. 

“Mummy” He whines softly, frowning as his tone was a bit sheepishly, sitting closer to you, by your left side. 

You press your lips together, looking at him as he seems so vulnerable, and tired, for whatever reason he probably will tell you later. Aegon nuzzles your stomach, his interest piqued on Aemond’s word, because if it involves Aemond, it will involve him as well. 

The unspoken words between you and Aemond are no obstacle to knowing what he wants. You know your brothers, surely, but Aemond was different. Aemond was your husband, and you knew him like the palm of your hand. 

Aemond nods shyly, as if agreeing with the thought on your mind, and he scoots closer once you sit better on the bed, leaning back properly on the pillows. Your nightgown is easy to untie at the front, more so when you are lactating and need an easy way to open the dress. Rhaelle would fuss and wail her little lungs out, so your clothes were always easy to undo. 

Now, if Rhaelle’s father and uncle enjoy the same, is another thing. 

You undo the laces in the front of your dress, and you know how Aegon reincorporates to sit, suddenly all woken up and interested in this. The dress is pure cotton, and it is comfortable to wear. You pull the fabric out of the way, and with their gazes following your each movement, you know it is a matter of time for them to hungrily latch onto you.

Aegon curls up to your right side, whereas Aemond does the same on your left. He always preferred your left, since the blind spot faces Aegon, so he doesn’t have to bear seeing him too. Aegon is much more shameless, clinging to you and moving his hips softly against your right side.

You feel both men getting closer, and their breaths hit your nipples as they nuzzle your blossom, in hopes of sucking hungrily.

 “Aegon…” you say softly as he was growing impatient, moving a bit as he pressed his face closer to your breast, restless and eager.

Aemond is never restless; he stayed still as he loved, caring. He always pressed faint kisses, around your tits, before suckling calmly. His left arm always found its way to wrap your waist, keeping you close to him as he delighted himself with soothing milk.

Instead, Aegon immediately latched onto your breast, suckling and trying to get all the milk he could, eagerly as he always seemed relentless, always craving more and more. He’d watch you with bright, purple eyes as he craved for your attention.

You comb their hair with your fingers, kiss the top of their heads and rub their back. They were your older brothers, but behaved like hungry little kittens that needed their milk.

Always was a bit strange, as they weren’t always amicable. It took a long time, for Aemond, at least, to join in. It was mainly due to the fact that Aegon rarely left you alone, even if you were Aemond’s wife. Little by little, they learned how to warm up to each other, and sometimes to your request, they’ll kiss.

The suckling sounds are loud, almost obscene, as you feel both swallow each drop from your leaking milk. Aemond had probably been tasting it since the end of your pregnancy, yet it didn’t tire him at all. And Aegon? He was always hungry, and he suckled and his tongue lapped your breast, milking more and more. 

You can feel how they swallow the milk, both eager. Aemond has a hand around your waist, as Aegon has his hand around your breast and squeezes it slightly as if to have more.

“Mummy” Aegon murmurs, pulling back as he looks at you, and he has wide purple eyes “are we being good?”

The reassurance is a must, you realise with time. “Yes, baby. You both are my good boys” you murmur, caressing the top of their head “Both of you, my best boys…”

They delight themselves in the praise; you hear Aemond’s faint moans, as you feel his body at ease. You caress the back of his head, feeling the loose hairs on your fingers. 

It always made you feel the arousal settle in the lower part of your belly, and feeling so turned on you had to press your thighs together a bit. Aemond loved when your breast grew larger, and full of milk. Aegon was not behind that feeling, as he was the one to propose the idea to ‘help you with the heaviness of them’.

Aegon gulps on the milk like a glutton, and his eyes are closed in the delight of nursing. You feel his cock hardening little by little by your side. Aemond instead, looks at you. His eye is deep and intense, watching your face as his mouth is still working on your nipple, his tongue pressing against the nub getting more milk. His hand on your waist loosens up slightly, slowly moving down all the way to your stomach, and little by little, makes its way to your centre. 

Aegon is oblivious to that, as he suckles and slurps loudly, with not a care for the world, nipping and licking all of the sweet milk that your breast can produce. He whines a bit, scooping closer and closer as he tries to get more and more. 

“Doing such a good job for mummy, darlings…” You say to both, as you feel Aemond’s hand almost innocently brushing against your womanhood. “So good…” You murmur dreamily, sighing as Aegon nuzzles his face closer to your right breast, his nose brushing the skin as his mouth slightly presses a bit harder, eager for more.

They could feel you moving under their touch, almost possessive as they fed from you, keeping you right there at their mercy. The sound of your praise stirred something in both of them, yearning more of your affections, more of mummy’s affections. 

Aemond is the first one to pull away from your breast, beginning to shift as his body moves higher, his mouth kissing all the way up to kiss you in the lips. You hum, feeling the taste of your own milk on his lips. 

“Mummy” Aegon protests, not wanting to be left out as always, as he pulls away from your breast, an obscene sound from it as he moves his head to nuzzle your cheek, kissing lazily to keep on worshipping your body. 

Aware of how his hand was still between your legs, Aemond pressed it harder against your core, rubbing more firmly. As if wanting to draw more sounds from you, Aegon moves his hand to grope softly, carefully your breast, not wanting to leave a part from you unattended. 

“You are such good boys for me, always wanting to please me, hm?” You say, panting a bit from how good your husband's hands on your pussy feels.

“Yes mummy” Aemond murmurs, and Aegon nods in agreement. 

It’s as if Aemond knows your thoughts, because he turns to watch Aegon, moving slightly his other hand to place it on the back of his neck, pulling Aegon closer to share a slow, yet passionate kiss between both of them.

They could feel the milky taste in the other’s mouth, and you could see how their tongues crashed against each other, making it as sloppy as possible as they made out for quite some time, as Aemond’s fingers tried to pry into your clit and pussy. 

You know that at the beginning it was more to put on a show for you, for your delight that they agreed to do as well. If they enjoyed it, you could never know. But now it’s different, watching how they hungrily seek each other’s mouth, and if one tries to pull away, the other is quick to lean, following their mouth to keep on kissing. 

It’s hot, to say the least, and it makes wonders for your arousal to see both of them kiss like this. You think, for a moment, if you could maybe propose the idea for them to follow this lust for each other further. Maybe for another occasion. 

As Aemond’s lips move to kiss Aegon’s neck, you see how your baby seems so aroused, you could always see it clearly with Aegon, how his cheeks turned pinker and he had that blissful expression. You feel Aemond’s hand moving away from your core, and before you could ask anything, they both pulled away from each other. 

Aemond probably murmured something in Aegon's ear, because they shared a look before the eldest slowly turned to you. 

 “Mummy, can we please you…? We wanna taste your pussy… please…” he asked, and you see how Aemond looks at you, awaiting your answer, as his hand caresses your thigh softly.

You caress Aegon’s thigh softly, as they both almost look at you with puppy eyes. 

“Yes, my darlings. Please mummy with your mouths” 

It does not take them long to accommodate between your legs, Aemond presses one hand to your left leg, keeping it still. Aegon does not bother to do the same for your left thigh, as he has other priorities. 

You feel Aegon’s mouth first, his tongue tracing along her slit. Aemond moves his hand to the back of Aegon’s head, pushing his mouth further into your cunt, as the eldest savours your wetness. And at the sound of your moans, he doubles his efforts.

Then it’s Aegon who pulls your husband’s face down to join his mouth, both of them licking and sucking your wet cunt. You can see both of them, their cheeks pressed together as they pleasure you with their mouths at the same time, licking and slurping in unison.

“Fuck, f-fuck, gods…” you moan, your hips moving closer, grinding against his tongues, grabbing Aegon’s hair, short and easy to grab (unlike Aemond’s)

Aegon seems delighted at that, and you feel his tongue darting out to suck your clit eagerly, and you feel your jaw moving at the motion, and he whimpers with need. Aemond is, as always, focused as he slurps and sucks on her entrance, obscene sounds fill the room as his expert mouth works on you. 

They both clearly relish both the taste and the privilege of having their faces buried between your thighs, moving to please you, and their tongues crashing together as they do so. 

“Mummy, you taste so good” you don’t even recognise the sound, the sound muffled by the little space between his mouth and your folds. 

“Fuck, so good…” the other agrees, and your legs tremble, as your hips try to get more and more of their wicked tongues.

Aegon is the one whining, you know that. As you pull his hair, you see his needy eyes looking at you. You press your heel on his back, as if pushing him closer to your cunt. He moans, closing his eyes as he goes back to feasting on your pussy.

Aemond moved to your clit now, and you can see how the sapphire glints on the dim lights. You imagine that both of their cocks are rock hard, throbbing impatiently. 

Maybe it’s Aegon or Aemond (maybe both) the one who drools, while the muffled moans still come and go. You, on your side, are a mess, as you try to keep both of them close to you, feeling Aemond’s hand caressing your breast. Your pussy can’t take longer, and your hips grind against both of their faces, as you roll your eyes back and lean your head back in the pillows, as you feel your orgasm so close.

 “Fuck, babies, so good for mummy, fuck…” you mean it, moaning loudly as you feel them whimper.

“Wanna make you cum so hard, mummy…” Aegon’s raspy voice is a bit clearer, as you clench on his hair.

“Hmmmm” Aemond hums, not separating one bit from your cunt.

As you start cumming, both of them press their mouth against your pussy, wanting to taste your cum as they try to be the one to get more. You are cumming hard, and their greedy tongues only fuel your orgasm even more. 

Feeling your pussy quivering and pulsing around their tongues it's probably one of their favourite things, along with the rest of you. The feeling of your creamy juices made them greedy, and they share it all

Their faces are shiny with your arousal, and even when you retreat, they lick their lips as if wanting more. You can’t exactly see in the faces of your brother’s what they are thinking, but you feel tired to think about anything but the great orgasm you just had. 

You are not exactly sure who started the kiss, but it's messy and sloppy, as you see their tongues sharing the last tastes of your cum, as their hands clenched to the other to keep him close, and keep on the passionate kiss.

It’s Aemond who groans, Aegon pressing his body to his, almost humping his cock to any part of your husband’s skin, who holds him close, one hand on his jaw and the other moving down to the eldest hips.

You move a bit, sitting better on the bed, yet your back still leans on the pillows, body relaxed as you accommodate to watch them devour each other as one does sit to watch men fighting in a tourney. But both of them were involved in different practices, which was a show for you to see and most importantly- enjoy. 

You can see their tongues pressing together, their heads moving to not break the sloppy kiss, messy and passionate. They surely are doing this out of passion and lust, rather than rational thought, but you are not complaining.

Aegon’s hand comes to caress the firm abdomen of Aemond, like you enjoy doing. Your husband is a creature of many sides, and he can be as submissive as he can be dominant. He moves the hand on Aegon’s hip to grip his short hair, and keeps him in place to keep on kissing him. 

“Aem… mummy” Aegon’s little whines come in a low tone, and a bit slurred, as Aemond does not give his mouth a break. 

It takes you a while to notice that Aegon is using his hand to stroke Aemond’s cock, using the side of his thigh to hump and grind his own cock. He was needy, but he was too much of a needy baby to fight for dominance. Aegon relished on being submissive, either with you, or Aemond. 

Aemond breaks their kiss, his head falling back to pant, groaning slightly as Aegon uses his hand on his cock. You know Aegon is the most lustful creature since he discovered pleasure, and he was always good with his hands. 

“Mummy…” Aegon whines, wanting you to help him with his cock, and you move on your knees closer to where they were having this exchange of pleasure, because both of them wanted to cum very badly. 

Your hands on Aegon’s cock make him go weak, whimpering as he leans closer to Aemond, moving his lips down on his body, his abdomen and the tip of his cock.

“Good boys, hm? You both are such good boys for mummy, pleasuring yourselves…” You say, that sweet tone of yours makes Aemond’s arousal explode. 

“Fuck-” Aemond mutters, groaning and whimpering as he cums one of his hands moving to grip your shoulder, and as your hands stroke the eldest’s cock, your hand over stimulating movements on his cockhead, as if trying to replicate his tongue movements on Aemond’s tip. 

Aegon is greedy, and he whimpers, still pleasuring Aemond, his hips bucking on your hand, as his own orgasm hits hard. Aemond is the one holding him, as your baby’s orgasm hits him hard, trying not to fall on the bed, panting loudly and whimpering. 

He makes a little sound when you kiss him, wanting to taste Aemond’s cum on his tongue. It was delightful, and you feel his body melting on your touch. You feel how your other brother moves to caress the back of your head, nuzzling your shoulder and kissing it tenderly.

You could get used to this new dynamic, surely.

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WHY NOT?

Step brother!Joel Miller x f!reader, step brother!Tommy Miller

Summary: when your vibe dies on you at the worst possible moment, you decide to ask your hot step brother for help.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, modern AU, reader is 19, Joel and Tommy are in their 20s, incest-play, unprotected piv, creampies, degradation, exhibitionism, f!masturbation, pervy!Joel, bratty!reader, dub con due to alcohol consumption but everyone’s into it, manhandling, pussy/ass spanking, squirting, swearing, sex toy usage, rough-ish!sex, fingering, f!oral, praise kink.

Word count: 3,4k

A/n: Yes, I’m at it again. What can I say? Stepcest is hot to me;) If it’s not your thing, it’s fine, just scroll down. And if it is, I hope you’ll enjoy the story<3 Hugs and kisses to my love @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and helping me. Ily baby!<3 Dividers by @/huraxy

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Now

A gentle breeze is flowing through your open bedroom window, it caresses your heated skin, licks at your wet pussy, making you shiver with pleasure.

You’re on your bed, legs spread wide, your pink vibe pressed to your lubed up clit. The sun is high up but you don’t decide when to get horny. Your pussy does.

Your eyelids flutter close and a set of moans are falling from your parted lips, mixing with the low buzzing of the toy and the chirping of the birds outside.

You can let yourself be louder — your mom and her husband Javier aren’t home. Only your step brother is in, but you don’t care if he hears you. Actually, you’d love him to.

”Joel,” you whisper involuntarily, when your step brother’s image pops into your mind, and a heat wave starts rising deep on your belly, steady and fast, the upcoming orgasm sweet like honey on your tongue. It’s about to wash over you, and you hold your breath, squeeze your eyes tighter and form an ‘o’ with your lips to let the sounds of your ecstasy fill the room freely and… and … you toy dies.

FUCK!!

Instead of a satisfied moan, a loud growl rings in your now silent room, scaring the birds outside away. You’ve been so close! If only it worked for one more minute!

You throw the stupid thing on the bed and consider your options. You can do it yourself. Yes, you can! Your fingers know your spots better than anyone.

So you close your eyes again and start rubbing your poor clit. The warmth reignites in your belly but it’s not even close to the fire that was coursing through you a minute ago. You open your eyes and glare at the ceiling, your lips in a pout.

Suddenly your face softens when you get an idea. “Joel!!!” you shout as loudly as you can.

No answer.

“JOEL!!”

Nothing.

Ughhh!!

Your step brother is probably in the basement and can’t hear you, so you jump off the bed, put your shorts on and head downstairs.

Then

Your mother married Tommy and Joel’s dad, Javier Miller, a few months ago. Getting two older step brothers in your late teens was never on your bingo card, so when your mom announced that they were buying a house together, your heart sank - the prospect of sharing a new living space with them made you sick. Luckily, the younger Miller, Tommy, was away in college, so he annoyed you only from time to time, when he came to visit his dad and brother. Unfortunately, the older one, Joel, who worked as a contractor, moved into the basement of the new house, so he could save up and eventually get his own place.

Joel had been getting on your nerves from day one - he teased you any chance he got, mocked your friends, your hobbies, your music taste, left a mess after himself everywhere and threw loud parties for his stupid friends whenever your mom and step dad were away at the lake house.

The other problem was that he was hot. Really hot. Numerous times you found yourself staring at his perky ass, his muscular arms, his broad back. His always disheveled curls were asking to be grabbed, his plush lips looked so soft and inviting. But his best feature was his beautiful brown eyes. Your heart sped up every time they were focused on you. Your confusing feelings made you hate his guts even more until one house party changed everything.

That night you were hanging out with your friends in the backyard, avoiding Joel and his loud crowd. After a couple of beers, a little tipsy, you went to the bathroom, and as you were leaving the room, Joel appeared out of nowhere in the hall.

“Let's chat,” he said and pushed you back inside.

You were so surprised that you barely protested when he closed the door behind you two and locked it.

“What the…?” was all you mustered to say.

Joel’s dark eyes were glinting with mischief and probably alcohol as he leaned against the counter in the dimly lit room. He flashed you his usual lopsided smile and said,

“Wanna talk to you, babygirl.”

His firm pecks were straining a black tee, tight jeans he had on were making your pussy ache, but his low husky voice together with the pet name was the final nail in the coffin of your restraint. You got wet immediately.

“I’m not your babygirl, asshole,” you bit back despite your body’s reaction to the man. Your brain was slowly catching up with the situation - you were alone in the bathroom with your hot step brother.

Joel tutted, shaking his head and taking a step closer.

“Hey, that’s not nice.”

You scoffed and turned around to unlock the door. Suddenly you felt Joel’s warm hand wrap around your arm, stopping you. You roughly threw it off and hissed,

“The fuck?!”

“Please.”

When you turned back to glare at the man, a pair of sad puppy eyes were staring at you. His brows were pulled together, his expression soft and pleading.

‘Maybe he needs something’, your naive heart whispered.

‘I need him inside,’ your pussy purred and you gushed more into your panties. You were waiting for your brain to speak but unfortunately it was silent, mesmerized by Joel’s handsome face, cute expression and hot body.

“What do you want?” you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest.

Joel stepped up really close, mere inches between your faces, and gave you a sweet smile.

“I want us to be friends.”

He sounded so genuine, you almost believed it.

“Yeah, right!”

You averted your eyes burning with desire at his proximity, but still trying to keep cool.

“Well, maybe more than friends.”

Your gaze darted up to him, your brows furrowed.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?”

Joel smirked and slowly planted his hands against the door on both sides of your head and his face darkened when he whispered,

“I see how you stare at me, little sister. Can’t keep your eyes off my dick when I wear my sweats.”

You scoffed again but mentally scolded yourself for checking him out so carelessly.

“Or after I take a shower… only a towel on. Bet you wanna see what’s underneath.”

“No, I don’t,” you lied, throwing daggers at him with your eyes but Joel didn’t seem to care. He leaned even closer and whispered in your ear.

“I can show you, baby sis.”

You tried to push him away but his voice, his scent, his words hypnotized you. Your panties were completely soaked by now and you could only mewl when he gently took your hand, brought it to his crotch and pressed your palm to his bulge.

“See what you’re doing to me?”

His voice was strained with arousal and he was semi hard and big, so big that your heart skipped a beat and another surge of wetness seeped into your panties.

Joel’s lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“The house full of hot chicks and I’m hard for my little sister.”

“Step sister,” you mumbled through heavy breathing, heart pounding in your ears.

“Exactly. We’re not related… just two hot people living under the same roof.” He pulled back a little and squeezed your hand making you palm his cock bulge. “So…Let’s fuck.”

You were standing so close to each other, alone in the bathroom, your eyes locked - his were black as the night outside, and surely yours were echoing his lust.

“It’s fucked up.” A voice of reason made you whisper but Joel’s lips curved into a smile before he said something that was hard to deny,

“That’s why it’s so damn hot.”

You tried. You really tried not to be seduced by your sexy step brother, but ten minutes later you two were alone again, but now in your bedroom, both completely naked. The door was locked and you were lying on the bed with Joel’s face between your spread thighs.

You didn’t turn the lights on, wishing for the darkness of the night to cover your twisted act, the music booming downstairs to hide Joel’s dirty talk and your moans.

“You have the sweetest pussy, baby sis.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t lie, you love it. You’re just as pervy as I am, babygirl.”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon. Need to open you up for me first… to make you come.”

He did. Twice. First time he was fucking you with his hot tongue and rubbing your clit when you exploded with a pathetic cry and squirted right into his mouth. Not giving you a respite he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud and began sucking on it, parting from your pussy from time to time to shower you with his depraved praise,

“Such a good girl squirting for me. Happy to be your brother, baby.”

“Ahh, Joel…”

“Louder, baby, don’t be shy. Wanna hear my beautiful sister moan my name.”

You couldn’t deny what his words were doing to you - you’d never been more turned on in your life, never known how easily you could come until Joel Miller, your step brother for fuck’s sake, ate you out.

Soon you came the second time, wriggling on the wet sheets in ecstasy, scratching Joel’s big hands keeping your hips in place.

Then he climbed on top of you and entered you slowly and gently, mumbling obscenities into your ear.

“Fuck she’s tight. You’ve been waiting for your big bro to come and stretch you, huh?”

“You’re fucked up”, you moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist. He was thrusting into you with a steady pace, leisurely, letting you feel every rim and vein of his thick cock.

You didn’t kiss that night, but when he was inside you, his big heavy body on top of you, your lips were brushing his neck, your tongue was tracing his veins, until in a lustful delirium you sucked a hickey into his honey skin.

Joel hummed, pumping his length in and out of your cunt,

“Marking your territory, babygirl? Want everyone to know my cock belongs to my sister, uh?”

To your surprise you moaned at the idea of the other girls at the party seeing the bruise on his neck. You gave him a couple more and he didn’t protest.

He was a great fuck and soon you came with a loud cry when Joel was licking your tits and rutting into you with feral intensity. Quickly after he emptied his balls into your fluttering core, growling into the crease of your neck.

Still dripping his cum you quickly got dressed, nervous about your long absence from the party, and made Joel promise that the one time thing would stay between the two of you.

“Sure, sis,” he promised with a wink.

Now

“We’re just two hot people living together,” Joel’s words emerge in your mind, as you’re walking to the basement, still fuming after your ruined orgasm.

You find Joel chilling on the couch in his man cave, no shirt, just his grey sweats on, playing a shooter on TV. Someone is emotionally shouting in his speakers, so you come up to him and pull the gaming headset off his ears.

“I need your help.”

“What the fuck?! I’m playing!”

“Do I give a shit?”

You cross your arms and frown at him.

His eyes return to the screen and you slap his naked shoulder, getting his attention back.

“Wait a sec, guys.“ He hits the mute button, frees one ear and barks,

“What?!”

“I need to… you get to make me come.”

Joel’s brows shoot up and a lopsided smile curves his lips.

“Last time you said it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” you explain, lying down on the couch and placing your feet on his lap. “But my vibe died and I’m horny.”

Joel huffs a laugh, staring at you, then shrugs and pushes your feet away.

“I’m playing. Later.”

He turns the mic on again and announces that he’s back.

Motherfucker!

The frustration burns your belly, so you sit up and slap the controller out of his hands, sending it flying across the room.

“I said. Now.”

“Fucking bitch,” Joel hisses and pounces on you. You scream and then giggle as he grabs your arms and manhandles you to lie on your stomach. He pushes you into the sofa with his whole body flush with yours and growls in your ear.

“You wanna get fucked? Ya getting fucked, sis.”

You moan when he sits on the back of your thighs and slaps your ass, not hard but enough to sting.

“Joel,” you whimper and turn your head to the side to show him your excited smile.

Your step brother pulls your shorts down to your mid thigh and squeezes your asscheeks as he growls into the microphone,

“Guys, I’m off. My step sis is being a bitch.”

Then he laughs. “What? Fuck her? Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

You wiggle your ass in the air when he lifts your hips with his strong hands and slides his thick fingers between your wet folds.

“Fuck she’s wet already. Wish y’all could see.”

“Oh my God, Joel, are you crazy?!” you screech squirming under him, when you realize that he’s talking to his teammates.

“Chill, baby. They don’t know me. We just play together.”

You can’t chill, terrified that someone will know that you’ve been fucking your step brother, but your pussy aches so much, you throw your caution to the wind and arch your back with a needy whine, presenting your holes to Joel.

“Good girl,” he coos at you and then talks to the people in his speakers, “What? Want me to describe her? She’s hot and dripping, ‘s all you need to know.” He laughs and adds, “and that I'm gonna stuff her full of my cock in a second.”

He follows his words and pushes his warm hard dick inside your pussy with one slow thrust. You whimper and the possibility that someone else can hear you make your walls clench around Joel’s length.

“They’re saying your sounds are hot, baby. And that you’re a slut. Don’t be shy. Louder.”

Joel spanks your ass again and you give them the neediest moan you’ve ever produced.

“That’s my girl,” Joel smirks, “Yeah, gonna give it to her good.”

Joel starts rutting his cock into your drenched cunt, your folds slick with your juices, your hole hungry for him, but the stretch still makes you wince.

“They want to hear you come, baby.”

Joel leans down, wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you up. With your back pressed to his chest, he grabs your pussy in his warm palm and then his index finger starts drawing circles over your puffy clit.

The other hand slides under your top and begins playing with your tits. The sensation of your pussy, clit and nipples being stimulated sends you up into the sky, and you rest the back of your head on his shoulder, high on pleasure already. In this new position you can clearly hear the voices in his speakers and your head spins with want as you listen to his teammates encouraging Joel.

“Fuck her hard, dude.”

“What a slut!”

“Wish I was there, bro.”

“You’re the luckiest.”

“Can we come over and fuck her, too?”

Joel chuckles through heavy breathing and slaps your folds, spread wide around his cock.

”Hear that? Ya popular. Wanna get gang banged, baby sis?”

You whimper loudly and the men cheer.

“She’s mine, guys. One day maybe.” Joel slows down the pace of his hips and turns your face to the side to give you a kiss. You happily part your lips and your tongues tangle, as the others are listening to the sloppy sounds of you two making out.

“Fuck yeah!”

“You’re the man!”

“Slutty step sis?! You hit the jackpot!”

They keep degrading you and praising Joel, and you’re melting in his strong arms. His hips pick up the pace, he’s pounding hard into your sloppy pussy, until a shuddering orgasm hits you, making you pulsate around your step brother’s cock.

“She’s choking me…. Ahhh..,” Joel’s grunts, and, holding you tightly in his arms, starts squirting his cum into your hot core.

“Yes!! Fill her up, dude.”

“Cum-thirsty whore.”

”Fuck, wanna see her drip.”

Their comments are prolonging your climax better than any toy ever could, their modified voices ringing loudly in your mind and going straight to your stuffed pussy. They’re sending waves of pleasure through your body which is still shaking against Joel’s strong frame.

Being full to the brim, your thighs sticky with Joel’s cum and your slick, you slide off his cock and plop back on the couch.

You turn to lie on your back and shut your eyes. Your brain’s a mush, your limbs are tingling, you can harldy lift a finger, that’s how fucked out you are.

Joel’s and your heavy breathing is interrupted by his strained voice.

“She’s in a cock coma… oh yeah, yeah I'm looking at her hole right now. Stuffed her good. What? Fuck, ‘k, wait.”

Joel leans down and gently slaps your pussy. You clench your hole with a whine, fluttering your eyes open.

“Yeah… It’s dripping out of her. Damn, so much. Her little hole’s full.”

Joel hisses ‘shit’ and adds ‘yeah, good idea’.

With hazy eyes you watch him slide his fingers up between your folds and then push them into your stretched entrance, returning the runaway cum into your cunt.

You give the strangers a new set of needy moans when your step brother is playing with your creamed up pussy - pumps his fingers in and out, rubs your oversensitive clit, while his big wet cock is softening on his hairy thigh.

“Hey, sis.”

“Yeah?”

“Tommy’s asking if he can join us next time?”

The fog in your mind clears up and turns into a thundercloud as you hear Joel’s words.

“WHAT?!!” You push his hand off your pussy and sit up on the couch. ”You said you don’t know them!“

“Yeah, I don’t. Except Tommy,” Joel shrugs, tucking his cock back in his sweats. “We often play together, you shoulda known.”

You pull your shorts back on, glaring at your step brother, huffing with anger.

“Chill, sis. Imagine having two cocks at your disposal. What if you get extra horny?”

You’ve known Tommy less than Joel but he’s just as handsome and hot as his older brother, with a charming smile and warm eyes. Suddenly an image of both step brothers fucking you flashes in your mind and you bite your lip, daydreaming about the delicious scenario for a few moments.

“Gimme,” you say with a naughty smile and pull Joel’s headset off. Then you place it on your head and talk into the mic.

“Tommy, are you here?”

The other men cheer, making you wince at their loud cat calling, and Joel laughs hearing his teammates’ reaction to you.

”Pigs,” you mumble and call again,

“Tommy?”

“I’m here, beautiful.” Now you recognize his velvety voice from before, when Joel was fucking you, and scold yourself for not realizing that he was in the audience right away.

“Two questions.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you have a big dick?”

The question draws another deafening outburst from the men and then Tommy chuckles,

“Yeah, I do, sweetheart.”

“Great. And are you good at using it?”

You hear “baby, you’re slut”, “fuck yeah” and “damnnnn” before Tommy replies, confidence loud in his voice.

”Yes, I am, baby.”

“‘k, I’ll be the judge of that,” you purr and take the headset off.

You get up clumsily, ready to head upstairs, when Joel grabs your hand, looking up at you.

“He’s coming home for the spring break.”

You’re watching his lips turn into a dark smile as he adds,

“Are you really gonna let us both fuck you?”

Your pussy clenches at Joel’s question, more cum escaping your hole, and while your body is screaming ‘Yes!’, you only nod with a mischievous smile.

Joel curses under his breath and pulls you onto his lap. His lips crush against yours and you moan into his mouth as your clothed leaky pussy rubs against his bulge.

“You’re so fucking hot, babygirl. Wanna fuck my cum deeper.”

“Yes, please,” you mewl, your head dizzy with want, and add, “But only you and me now”.

“Sure, sis,” Joel replies, picking you up and carrying you to his bed for round two.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic! If you have thots for pt 2, let me know!💋

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[looselyglacialoblivion]

𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | joel miller x reader

MDNI | <1k

⋆˙⟡♡ pairing: jackson!joel miller x gn!reader ⋆˙⟡♡ synopsis: the joel jerkin it fic, heavily anticipated by many (a few of my mutuals) ⋆˙⟡♡ author's note: this is inspired by/dedicated to @whoredyceps <3 kiss kiss ⋆˙⟡♡ content: masturbation (joel crankin his hog thinkin bout u) | reader is not described but can lift heavy things | jackson!era | sub joel vibes <3 | zero plot whatsoever | joel feeling vaguely guilty for his horny actions div | more fics

One thing nobody will tell you about living in the end times is that it really doesn’t leave one a lot of time to jerk off. 

This isn’t something Joel has been particularly affected by, historically speaking. He gets urges from time to time, sure, but they’re easily dispelled by thinking about whatever the universe might send to take advantage of his distraction while his hand is down his pants. 

Though lately they’ve been harder to ignore. Settling into what’s now his life in Jackson had taken a lot of adjusting, and one of the most noticeable changes had been the fact that he no longer needs to be looking over his shoulder for threats constantly. This leaves a lot of time for his mind to wander, for him to dedicate real time to things he’s spent the past two decades repressing more often than not. 

That’s how he finds himself lying flat on his neatly made bed on a Saturday afternoon, one hand limp at his side while the other rests hesitantly on the buckle of his belt. There’s no reason for his hesitation other than force of habit; he has no other obligations today, and Ellie is at her friend’s house until after dinner. He has the time, the privacy, and he most certainly has the urge. He lets his hand trail lower, fingers brushing over the bulge in his jeans. He exhales heavily as he cups the outline of his cock, the heel of his palm pressing down, before moving back to his belt and unbuckling it decisively. 

Fly hastily undone, he reaches beneath his waistband, biting his lip to smother the groan that bubbles up out of his chest at the bare contact. He twitches at his own touch, already half hard. He sits up, figuring he’d might as well go all in, and strips his t-shirt, dropping them over the edge of the bed without a care. His jeans and boxers follow, leaving every inch of his skin exposed to the warm summer air filtering in through the cracked window across the room. 

His thoughts drift. Without conscious permission, his mind conjures an image of you. He doesn’t even know your name; you’re new to Jackson, and he’s only seen you a few times in passing, but his eyes are always drawn to you in a way he can’t explain. You’ll glance at him sometimes, a polite smile, a nod, but he’s never had a real reason to talk to you. He thinks of walking by the stables while you’re on shift, watching you lift bales of hay almost effortlessly, sweat shining on your forehead and shoulders. He imagines you applying that strength to him, how easy it would be for you to pin him to the bed. 

His hand finds his cock again, fingers curling around himself, slow and deliberate, as he lets the thoughts take root. The idea of you above him, pressing him into the mattress, tethering him, holding him still. The roughness of your hands, the weight of your body – it’s almost too easy to picture. Joel gives in quickly. 

He strokes himself with measured movements, squeezing at the base before dragging his hand up, thumb sweeping over the head, slick with the first drops of precome. His breath catches. Christ. It’s been too long.

His mind supplies more fragments of you. The way your lips part when you laugh, the way your hands flex when you work. He imagines those hands trailing down his chest, nails raking lightly over his stomach, teasing, exploring. He wonders how you’d touch him – if you’d make him wait for it, if you’d take your time, make him beg for it.

A shiver runs through him at the thought.

He’s never been the type to surrender, not in any part of his life. Control has kept him alive all these years, has kept him moving forward when nothing else could. It’s what’s familiar, safe. But something about you – something about the way you move, the way you hold yourself – self-assured, in control – makes him wonder what it would be like to let go. To let you take. 

His hand moves faster now, chasing the ghost of a touch he’s never felt. His free hand grips the sheets, knuckles paling as his hips stutter up into his fist. His breathing turns ragged, uneven, the slick sounds of his hand on his cock filling the room. He imagines your weight pressing him down, your breath ghosting over his jaw and your voice in his ear, telling him to stay still, be good. He groans, barely stifled, his head pressing back against the pillows.

Guilt flickers at the edges of his thoughts, briefly. He doesn’t even know your name. What would you think if you knew he was doing this, getting off to thoughts of you? But then he remembers the way your eyes met his the last time you crossed paths, the way your gaze lingered, like maybe you’d noticed him too. Maybe you’ve even thought about this too.

That thought undoes him. His stomach tenses, heat coiling low and tight before snapping, the dam breaking. His breath punches out of him, a low, wrecked sound inordinately loud in the otherwise quiet room. His hips jerk, his release spilling hot over his fingers, and he works himself through it, drawing out every last second until he’s shaking, spent.

The comedown is slow, his heart hammering against his ribcage, his skin flushed and damp. His palm drags over his face as he exhales, long and unsteady.

He should feel ashamed, he thinks. And maybe he does, a little. But as he stares at the ceiling, catching his breath, all he can think about is the next time he’ll see you, and whether or not you’ll look at him like that again.

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Trapped

Written together with @aurorawritestoescape

3k6 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller | ao3 Summary: you run out of gas in the middle of nowhere at night. A stranger comes to help Warnings: 18+ mdni. DDDNE, NONCON, DARK Drugging, somnophilia, dacryphilia, kidnapping, hunter/prey,  allusions to past victims, shifting pov Oral (f/m), overstimulation, dry humping, piv, creampies

a/n: @aurorawritestoescape and I wrote this fic for @pedgito 's Spring fever writing challenge and we asked for Backwoods Horror #2 (gas station). Thank you so much for this horror film challenge Ali! 👻 Kate, sweetheart, as always, I loved writing with you 🥹💕🫶 dividers @/saradika-graphics 🙏

Heed the warnings! If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. We are not responsible for the content you consume. This is not for everyone and that's okay. We don't condone the actions of the characters. 

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You were trying not to panic, even though you checked the remaining fuel on your car display far too often. It all could have been avoided, if you hadn't taken the wrong exit, if you hadn't ended up in that godforsaken corner in the middle of the woods, if you hadn't lost your GPS signal. But the last half hour had been nothing but a pile of shit.

Your headlights could barely allow you to see what was around, and you were on the verge of crying when you checked the gas gauge again, the low fuel warning lit for far too long. You swallowed back the tears, when you saw the sign of a gas station, just a few miles ahead.

The station was then in sight, dimly illuminating the surrounding trees, when your car began to hiccup, before it finally stopped once the last drop of gas had been swallowed.

“Fucking hell,” you said out loud but then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it could have been worse.

You looked around, the trees were making the night even darker, and you wondered what animals might be in the shadows. Bears? Someone worse?

You took the key out of the ignition and turned off your headlights to observe your surroundings. You hoped that the station employee had seen your car and would come out to help you. But it didn’t happen.

You grabbed the door handle, your hand shaking uncontrollably. “Come on, girl. Count to 5, take a deep breath, and get out.”

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

You inhaled and opened the door, walking as confidently as you could, watching your surroundings, listening for the slightest noise, until you reached the gas station.

“Closed,” said the sign on the door. 

Fuck.

You pressed your hand against the glass and peered inside. Maybe the employee was in the storage room? Or gone for a few minutes? But you shook your head. Gone where? There was absolutely nothing around.

You turned toward the pumps and then approached them.

“Out of gas”

The sign was handwritten in red.

There it was, your last hope being crushed. You took out your phone and checked the signal. Nothing.

Fear overtook you, its cold hand gripping your ankles before creeping up inch by inch, freezing your entire body, giving way to terror. You ran to your car, mind blank except for the images worthy of a horror movie.

You slammed the door once seated and activated the central locking. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, and you tried to rationalize your situation. You were safe in your car, you had to hold on to that thought.

It could have been worse.

Minutes passed. You kept checking your phone signal, which, of course, couldn't magically change. You looked at it for maybe the tenth time, when you saw headlights in your rearview mirror. Your instinct was to curl up in your seat, to hide in a rather stupid way.

The car slowed down, approaching you, and you saw that it was a truck. When it drove by, it was hard to say if you were more scared that the driver would keep going or would stop.

 A red brake light came on, then a reverse one, and the truck backed up until it was parked in front of you. Your heart was pounding so loudly that the beating seemed to fill the cabin of your car. A few long moments passed before the driver's door opened and a man got out. You were relieved that he seemed to be alone, you’d probably die of fear if two or three men had been there, in the night, in those woods. He walked slowly to your car, your eyes set on him. He was tall, dark-haired, middle-aged, but you couldn’t read the expression on his face.

“You need help, m’am?”

At least, that's what you read on his lips, since you couldn’t hear him through the closed windows. His gaze softened when he saw your worried expression, and with his index finger he signaled for you to lower your window. He maintained the same distance, didn’t try to approach your car, so you opened it a little. Just to hear him.

“You need help, m’am?” he said, confirming your guess.

“I uh… no, I’m ok. Thank you.”

“Sure,” he said, smiling at you, and started to go back to his car. You rolled up your window and thought about your situation. There might not be anyone else coming for several hours. Or you could find yourself in danger. 

Or you could be in danger with him, too.

“Shit,” you mumbled. “What should I do?”

You looked at your phone again — still no signal. Suddenly a low battery notification popped up. The fear of being alone there, with your phone dead, overshadowed everything else.

“Sir!” you shouted as you opened your door, making him stop and turn towards you.

“Yeah?”

“Could you help me, please? I’m… I'm out of gas and the station is closed."

"Of course," he replied calmly. "I have gas cans on my property. We can make a round trip, and you'll be back on the road with your car in no time."

Your last uncertainty vanished with his reassuring smile. You grabbed your bag, locked your car, and got into his, when he opened the door for you.

“Thank you, that's very kind of you,” you said once he started driving.

“Sure, m’am. I ain’t gonna leave you here alone until morning. My house’s near, so it doesn't bother me at all.”

You smiled at him, your bag on your lap, noticing the music. Probably some 50s or 60s rock tune.

“I bought a coffee on my way home from work, about fifteen minutes ago. I haven't touched it, if you want it.”

You hesitated and your stomach churned. You didn't know this man, you couldn't drink anything he offered. 

But when you looked at him, his eyes were still as soft, his smile still as sweet. A dimple creased his cheek. All he‘d been doing since you’d met him was helping you. You brushed off your worries and thanked him, before bringing the Starbucks cup to your mouth. The coffee was warm and delicious.

“There’s a Starbucks nearby? Seems like there's nothing for miles around!”

He chuckled, then replied “we ain’t that far from a town. A few miles, at most. Did you get lost on your way?”

“Yeah, took the wrong road, and then there was no signal, no GPS. And no gas,” you added, laughing at your own bad luck.

“Well, looks like you've had a bad evening so far.”

“Yeah. Good thing you came by.”

“It would have been a long night otherwise, right?”

You nodded and started humming the song. It was one of your favorites. 

You kept sipping the coffee until all of a sudden sleepiness took over you. You glanced at the man with droopy eyes and saw him looking at you. His lips curled into a smirk as his stare went dark.

You passed out before you had time to think that you should have trusted your gut.

******

Joel was at home when he got a text from Tommy. 

It was a single photo from a security camera at the gas station. Joel zoomed in on the pic and narrowed his eyes. 

It was a photo of you. 

You were alone. Probably scared. Perfect. 

His lips twisted into a wolfish smile. He took in your body and adjusted his bulge. Before getting up he texted back, 

“On my way.”

********

“You’ve been so naive. Getting into a car with a stranger like that…Ugh, baby. Do you have anything in your pretty head?” 

Joel was talking to you but you didn’t answer. 

You were still out, the drug was working perfectly, keeping you asleep in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, vulnerable and pliant for him. Restraining you wasn’t necessary which was a good thing— he didn’t like leaving marks on his girls. Your skin was too beautiful to ruin. At least for now. 

You were naked on an old iron bed, legs spread, thighs resting on Joel’s broad shoulders. He was looking up at your sleeping face from between your legs, his lips over your glistening cunt. 

“It’s good that I took you, you know. I'm not a monster… gonna take good care of you…,” he looked down at your sopping pussy “..of her. Gonna make her wet and ready for me.”

He carefully traced the edge of your entrance with a pad of his index finger, then slid it up to your clit and drew a few tight circles over it. You softly whimpered, making Joel smile. 

“That’s my girl. Giving me these pretty sounds even in your sleep. Sing for me, baby.”

Joel kept swirling your hardening bud with his thumb, drawing soft moans from your parted lips, but soon desire overtook him, and he latched onto your crying pussy. He was licking your arousal off, slurping and growling against your folds, swallowing your juices with loud gulps. His hard cock was straining his jeans, but Joel didn’t want to let him out just yet. Instead he was lazily humping the bed, his strokes short and languid.

“Not gonna cum like that, beautiful, don’t worry,” he cooed, fanning your pussy with his hot breath. “Ya getting all my milk.” 

Your face was twisting with pleasure as you were lying there, your mind deep in the darkness. 

Suddenly Joel heard a noise downstairs. 

His hand darted to the gun in his holster, his eyes fixed on the door. 

Knock, knock - pause- knock. 

Joel breathed out with relief and returned his hand to your thigh when his younger brother entered the room. 

“Fuck, ya scared me. Text me next time you’re close.“

Tommy came up to Joel, taking his jacket off. 

”‘k, next time. Was too busy getting rid of the car.”

Joel looked at him intently. 

“Done?”

“Done,” Tommy nodded but his eyes were glued to your naked body, splayed on the bed. 

“Damn,” he smirked and palmed himself over his jeans. 

“Right? Good catch, Tommy.”

The younger brother gave Joel a wide smile, his chest expanding at the praise. 

“Thanks. But it’s all her. When I saw her at my station …,” he shook his head, “couldn’t believe our luck. She’s perfect. Did you get her with the Starbucks trick?”

“Yeah, works every time,” Joel chuckled.

Tommy’s gaze was dark as he was eating you alive with his eyes, and his hands started unbuckling his belt. 

“Hold your horses,” Joel groaned. ”Ain’t fucked her yet.”

Tommy scoffed.  

“Were ya sucking on her pussy all this damn time?”

“I do to her what I please,” Joel bit back, glaring at his brother. “Made her come a few times. You’ll thank me later.”

Tommy cursed and plopped into a squeaky chair near the bed. 

Joel echoed his brother’s scowl with his own and then returned his eyes to your cunt. He kissed it gently and Tommy scoffed. Your skin was cold and not minding his brother’s mpatience, Joel breathed on your folds to warm your pussy up. “Ahhh…,” you moaned and Tommy squirmed in the chair. 

“‘s ok.” Joel raised his hand, his lips brushing your cunt. “She’s out. Jus’ enjoyin’ herself.”

Joel mumbled “one more, baby,” and pushed his tongue between your folds. He lapped at your pussy, then focused on your clit— began flicking it with the tip, swirling it around, his palms on your hips. 

Your chest was rising and falling fast again, your skin erupted in goosebumps, your face contorted with ecstasy and you came with a little cry. 

You kept mewling like a wounded animal, when Tommy got up and bent over to collect a tear beading in the corner of your eye with his thumb. 

He brought it to his lips and licked it off. Then his eyes returned to Joel  and he grunted,

“Enough. Let’s fuck her.”

Joel would gladly spend another hour drinking from your dripping hole, your juices were headier than any whisky, more delicious than anything he’d ever tasted. If only Tommy had come a bit later. 

Fuck it, Joel thought. His cock was soaking through his jeans, the constant ache of need was buzzing in his balls harder with every second, so when Tommy pushed, Joel parted from your juicy cunt and nodded.  

“Yeah, ‘s time.”

Joel stood up and kneeled on the bed, unbuckling his jeans with one hand, the other wiping his slicked up chin. Tommy licked his lips, excited to start on you, but stayed standing by the bed, waiting.  

Joel set that rule a long time ago—  

”I do the dirty work so I’m always the first.” 

He pulled his jeans down, finally letting his dick spring free, clear drops of precum landing on your naked thighs and mound. He couldn’t wait to pierce you with his cock, but there was something special about you, something that made him lean down and glide his palm between your puffy folds. Your pussy had been generously leaking all the time he’d been eating you out, and Joel gathered some of your wetness to lube up his member with your slick. 

Tommy chuckled,

“Jeez, you’re not in love, are ya?”

Joel didn’t even look at his brother. The only thing on his mind and in his eyes was you — wet, hot and ready for him to devour. 

Holding his girthy cock at the base, Joel settled between your legs and nudged your hole with his fat tip. Your eyelids fluttered but you were sleeping. 

The warmth of your soft pussy sent a shiver through his body and Joel slid his head up and down between your folds, grazing your clit, making you whimper from overstimulation. He could listen to you forever. 

He sensed Tommy’s impatience as well as his eyes on himself but didn’t care. Taking his time, Joel slowly pushed his tip inside you and his head dropped, his grunt ringing loudly in the small room. 

“Fuck… she’s tight.”

“She still better be, when you're done with ‘er,” Tommy grumbled, shifting on his feet. 

“Not a chance,” Joel smirked but immediately choked on a moan when his cock began pushing your walls aside, deeper and deeper, until he bottomed out in your perfect cunt. 

The feeling of you wrapped around his shaft was too strong, and Joel gripped the sheets, sparing your pretty skin once again. With his chest rumbling, he began carefully pumping his length in and out of you, his blown out eyes set on your face, tense with pleasure or pain, or both, he couldn’t know. Then his gaze moved down your sweaty body to your spread pussy, that was swallowing his fat cock again and again.  

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Tommy growled, unbuckling his belt, and pulled out his cock, hard since the moment he’d seen you naked on the bed.

“No,” Joel barked, not slowing down his pace. “You’ll let me finish. Wait for your turn.” 

“I know, I know, god damn it,” Tommy growled, stroking himself quickly. “Gonna fuck her mouth.” He knelt on the bed and turned your face towards him, forcing your jaw open, spat on his cock and pushed the tip into your mouth, holding it open for his wide girth. A bump formed against your cheek when he pushed in.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, one hand on the back of your head, the other around your throat, to keep you in the position he needed. He pushed in slowly at first, enjoying watching you take it, then deeper and deeper with each thrust, and chuckled when you gagged on his shaft. 

“Shit, ya such a freak. Don’t hurt her,” Joel warned, still fucking into your cunt, your thighs spread wide open around his.

“And what d’you think you’re doing?” Tommy scoffed.

“Making her come. Again,” thrusting in, “and again. Taking care of her, making her feel good. Fuck, this pussy, man…” he added, as if he already forgot about his brother fucking your throat.

“I wish she was awake. Wish I could see her eyes begging me to stop, while I force my cock down her throat.”

“She’s gonna be out for several hours, won’t happen. Fuck, gonna make her come on my cock soon,” he said, placing his thumb against your swollen, overstimulated clit. “Pull out, I wanna hear her,” he ordered his younger brother.

“Ugh, hurry. Fill her up. Need to drain my balls in this bitch.”

“Won’t take long. Fuckkkkk, she’s gonna come, look at that. Look at her face… She can’t take it anymore, but she can’t do shit about it. Right, baby? This cock’s too much for you, uh? Come on, beautiful, come on it. Choke me with your sweet cunt.”

His hand on your hip tightened as he sped up, finger still rubbing your clit, and you moaned again, face twisted with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Look at her! Yeah, giving it to her good, yeah, just like that!”

“Oh fuck, fuck, she’s coming, oh fuck… squeezing me so fucking hard…” Joel groaned, freezing inside you as you climaxed, and he began  shooting his cum deep into your pussy that was milking him. Tommy leaned down and licked a tear that was trickling down your cheek, then he grabbed your hand to jerk himself off with it. 

Holding your hips, Joel started thrusting in again, as deep and hard as ever with each stroke, groaning, head thrown back in pleasure.

He stopped once his balls were fully empty, and looked at your body spread out for him. “You did great, baby,” he said, patting your belly, and pulled out.

“My turn… fucking finally,” Tommy mumbled, taking his place between your thighs. He lay down on your limp body, pushing you into the mattress with his whole weight, and bottomed out in one go. 

“Fuck, you ruined her, motherfucker,” he growled. Joel snickered as he tucked his cock into his jeans and sat in the chair to watch his brother use you.

“Gonna fuck you all night, baby. Gonna fill this whore snatch,” he said, licking at your lips then your neck. “That’s what you wanted, uh? Going in the woods at night, all alone? Fucking bitch. Got what you wanted.”

He quickly chased his orgasm. He always loved to fuck them quickly the first time, knowing that he’d rail them all night long. That he'd come several times, already wondering which hole he would use next. He groaned, rutting into your cunt, squeezing one of your breasts with a hand. He didn't make you come, didn’t want to. Not that time anyway. He had a whole night. 

After he came, he pulled out, not looking at you.

“Shit, she’s good. Even though you already opened her up too much like every damn time.” 

“I love to eat their cunts, you know it. And I didn’t want ya to split her in two. Look at how you fucked her… just pushed your dick in one go. Don’t know why you’re complaining, you love them sloppy.”

“Shit, yeah,” Tommy laughed. “Can’t wait to be hard again.”

“Yeah, me too. You’ll go first this time.”

They fucked you all night, like he said. Taking turns between your thighs. Your body was probably sore but they didn’t care. 

They fell asleep, their cocks red and sensitive, once they were unable to fuck you again. Once Joel’s tongue was numb from eating you out. 

They were so tired that they forgot to tie you up to the bed, when they left the room.

You woke up early in the morning, the sun's rays heating your face. You winced. First at the bright light, then at the pain in your body. You sat up, wondering where you were, and looked around. A dusty room, undecorated, only an iron bed and a chair. 

You quickly glanced over your legs, your stomach, your whole naked body. You felt the pain in your lower abdomen and panicked as the memories from last night emerged in your mind. That man and his truck. The coffee. You stifled a cry, your hand over your mouth. Your body was sticky, and the smell of cum made you nauseous. 

You looked for your clothes but they weren't there. You had to get out of there, quickly. 

You stood up and walked to the door, staggering. Your legs were weak, and the pain was unbearable, but you couldn't focus on it. First, you had to leave. You opened the door as quietly as possible and slowly walked downstairs, preventing the aged wooden steps from creaking.

You stepped out of the house and looked around. There was nothing but trees as far as you could see. 

You started to walk, naked, unable to run, trying to push away the pain twisting your stomach.

I can do it, I have to survive, you thought. 

You didn't hear anything, but suddenly a hand grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground.

You screamed but still heard the attacker clearly. 

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” a man asked, excitement thick in his voice. You felt his hard-on against your naked ass before he turned you over, as if you weighed nothing, and lay down between your legs. He looked like the man from last night, but had longer hair.

You tried to push him off you but it took him only a second to restrain you with his big hand around your wrists. To your horror, he began unbuckling his belt and sneered,

“Was damn good to fuck you all night. We love that, using bitches like you. But I like it even more when you whores fight back.”

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