#I just can’t imagine that he’d have a heart to heart with husk

[notherpuppet]

Husk and Alastor have a battle of wits, drinking, and jazz. AKA how I think Husk found out about Al’s situation.

Music: JK Sax’s cover of Tones and I “Dance Monkey”

I’m not a talented enough musician so I couldn’t make the music that was in my head lol but dance monkey fits pretty well.

Alastor: Husker, is that all you got? Hahaha, take another shot!

Husk: You ain’t on a sadist’s leash, you can’t know-it-all. Can’t know what I been through, if you ain’t at a beck and call!

Alastor: Ha! I win this spat with ease, looks like you’ve hit the wall. Cuz Jokes on you, I know that too, I know it all!

Husk: You…what?

Al: Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink this time. Do yourself a favor, banish this night from your mind.

Husk: U-understood.

Al: Hm, good.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

The One where Soap finds Himself in an ✨ Awkward ✨Situation. [ Ghost x Reader ]

Warnings: Suggestive Content, Soap Being Confused, Occasional Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except for ‘You’.

Summary: Hiding out at your house, the 141 are settling in for the evening. Soap ends up hearing something he’s pretty sure he shouldn’t have on his way to the bathroom. But why can’t he seem to stop listening ?

“Gah! Fuck–”

The voice splintering through the door made Soap jump – near caused him to soil his favourite pair of jeans as it rumbled through the wood, practically taking it off its hinges with how the nails shuddered in their slots. The voice was baritone, deep. Grizzled. A carnality slumbered in its tone, rearing its waking head.

Ghost.

“Shh, Simon ! You’re going to get us caught !”

Yours followed soon after, a reprimand Johnny would never dream of dishing to the most lethal man he���s ever known. And yet here you were, doing God-knows-what, speaking to him as if you were in control.

When all went quiet again, just for a moment, Soap stopped and wondered if it had all been a hallucination. One second, then two. A low moan slipped beneath the door. Johnny jumped.

He was just going to walk away. Truly, he was ! He – and the rest of the 141 – saw how much chemistry – history – you and Ghost shared. Although, he’d just never imagined you’d be sharing it with the rest of the house, too. 

Well, if Simon’s volume was anything to go by.

Johnny’s eyes drifted from the end of the hallway – where the beloved bathroom was – to the door beside him. He bit his lip, heart beating, still recovering from the fright. His curiosity was far from piqued – it shot through the bloody roof and left an impromptu skylight in its wake. And as imaginary sunlight filtered in through the hole, Johnny begged that divine intervention would tear him away from the scene unfolding beside him so he wouldn’t have to.

“God, don’t stop,” came Simon’s pleading tone, any harshness that was custom to it having melted away. Soap, against all better judgement and higher power, inched closer to the door. He cast a glance over his shoulder, once, twice. Nobody lurked behind. His ear was almost pressed to the wood. He could hear Simon panting, hear you humming as you did…something.

“I won’t – not until you’re finished.” There was little to be heard in the way of shame in your voice, especially in your gentle whisper: “I promise.” Soap swallowed thickly, then, blinking, began rubbing his ears. He couldn’t be hearing this right. He just couldn’t !

Only, when he had thoroughly cleared the imaginary poison from his ears, the issue remained.

“Shit–! That’s it, right there–”

“God, you’re so stiff, Simon. What have you been doing while you were away ?” There was almost a purr to your voice. Ghost only let out a moan as his response, muffled by what Johnny could only guess were pillows.

Why am I still here?! he all but screamed, remembering that he was no Pinocchio, trapped on this stage, bound by strings. He could have been a free man if he so wished. And trust, he did. So why was it that, when he went to walk away, to scour his ears with bleach, to finally embark upon his uninterrupted journey to the bathroom, that he found himself glued in place ?

Perhaps it was the primal instinct to know all that there is to know, to discern danger wherever it lay. Or, perhaps, he was so eneamoured with the idea of whatever could be happening on the other side of this door – Ghost being human for a change – that he couldn’t bring himself to pass up the opportunity to see him so…vulnerable.

That sounded about right.

“(Y/N),” Ghost’s voice husked, no longer dampened, restricted, by an unknown force. He groaned, long and unfiltered. The way he spoke your name was almost in the tone of love, its softest and most carnal form, as if tasting the gradient of your syllables, vowels and consonants upon his tongue. He all but growled. You gasped.

“(Y/N), you’re so close–”

“You want it there, Simon ?” You didn’t miss a beat. Soap’s breath caught in his throat. He looked over his shoulder to the imaginary camera filming his ordeal.

“Yes, yes, God – yes–”

“Doing so well for me, Si,” you said, soft and encouraging. Ghost’s breathing was at its heaviest now, heaving breaths as if they were bricks, building a tower from which he may never come down. A high he will never beat.

“We’re almost there,” you told him, to which he only let out a thick, strangled noise, bulging beneath invisible chains as he tried to conceal it. His moans only grew longer and more frequent, his jaw presumably dropping open to let them pass when he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

Soap began to wring his hands, thankful for the lack of a keyhole in the door so to spare him the intrusive desire to spy on the situation visually, too. Trapped in his own daze, his hurried, sweating, anxious contemplation was torn open by a sound so sharp and brilliant he never wanted to hear it again.

Ghost moaned.

Straight-up howled, roared, as he came to an end. 

Soap’s soul clung to his body as the sheer calamity Ghost’s booming voice brought with it shook the very ground he stood on. Johnny’s hands flew to his racing heart, trying to catch it as it jumped up his throat.

Simon’s voice tapered, muffled after most likely burying his face into a pillow. With every exhale, a sliver of euphoria would follow, eventually baying out like the tide, his breathing returning to a shallow rhythm. And all the while, you paid him words of comfort.

“Well done,” you said, the smile in your voice evident. “Took it so well, Simon,” Your voice was feather-light, belied the illicit nature of all Soap had heard you do.

Though, even in this dazed, mortified state, he couldn’t fathom how you sounded so…normal. As if you’d exerted no energy.

Perhaps (Y/N)’s just…strong…? Johnny’s reasoning left much to be desired, that much he knew. Even Ghost was winded, and he was by far the fittest of the 141.

In amongst his rampant thoughts, the idea to flee the scene came too late as, upon hearing you dismount Ghost, your footsteps fast approaching the door, Johnny’s eyes widened, the state he’d be in if either you or Ghost found him unintentionally spying flashing before his eyes as his life no doubt would later.

He couldn’t scramble away in time. He ran on the spot, a cartoon, his impending doom facing him head-on as you swung the door open. His eyes all but watered as he caught sight of you wiping your hands on a towel. You smiled.

“Oh, hey, Jo-Jo !” You said, his nickname rolling off your tongue as if Simon’s hadn’t been just minutes ago. You gave him a brief nod before walking past him, a spectre. A harbinger of death. Johnny stood, body reeling, mind freezing, as nothing became clearer to him except your blase manner. He released a short, puffed breath.

He saw the inside of your bedroom, your bed just out of sight, hidden by the door.

Breath quivering, Body shaking, Soap knew this was his chance.

His last chance.

He turned. Didn’t even make the floorboards creak as he did so.

“Fuck’re you lookin’ at, Johnny ?”

Ghost’s voice rolled across Soap’s mind like thunder clouds, despite the laxity of it, the slowness. He froze, ice rain slipping down the back of his shirt and making him stand up straight. Rigid.

“Uh…I–” He winced, his voice cracking, showing the uncertainty that lay below his usually obsidian tone.

“N-Nothing, Sir !”

Sir ? We’re not at base now, you daft fool–

“Somethin’s obviously botherin’ you,” came Ghost again. He let out a breath. “So come on.” His voice was free from the cotton-mouth effect of the pillows.

“Say it.”

Johnny swallowed, his voice prickling either with dehydration, tears, or an unsolvable mixture of both. When he said nothing – did nothing – Ghost sighed.

“Come on, Johnny,” he said, stark as ever. “Haven’t got all day.”

“W…Well–”

“And come out from ‘round that door. S’impolite not to face the person you’re talking to.”

Johnny’s heart stopped.

No, he couldn’t have heard him properly.

“Are…you…sure…?”

Better safe than sorry.

“What’d’you– course I’m bloody sure. Now stop messin’ about and get in ‘ere.”

Taking a deep breath, and a leap of faith, Johnny rounded the door, the corner. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping and praying.

He heard Simon sigh.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake – at least open you eyes, you daft prick.”

Begrudgingly, hesitantly, Soap cracked one eye open, then the other.

His brain almost couldn’t fathom the dissonance between all that was there, all that wasn’t, and all that he’d expected there to be.

Simon was chest-down on your bed, arms surrounding a bundle of pillows, holding them as if they were collected sticks, his head resting atop one. He watched Johnny from the corner of his half-lidded eye. He was dressed from the waist down, and his back, wet with what Soap had initially come to the horrifying conclusion was sweat, was actually bronzed with what permeated the air: a soothing oil.

Lavender.

Soap’s gaze jumped from point to point, trying to find something – anything – of the reality that had played out behind the door.

“Well ?” Ghost said. “I’m listening.”

Johnny, for the last time, swallowed, rubbed the back of his neck. His frying nerves cooled, though electricity still ran through them.

“I thought–” he gave the room another once-over.

“I thought you and… (Y/N)... were…”

Simon huffed.

“Were…?”

Johnny let out a breath, an almost-laugh. He gave a feeble smile.

“Nothin’ Sir–”

“No, go on,” Ghost prodded, getting up onto his elbows and turning over, now facing Johnny. “I’m curious now.”

John bit his lip, trying to quell the incessant itch there. He could taste the sweat collecting on his top lip.

“I just thought that…” He couldn’t look SImon in the eyes, his gaze bouncing around the room. He could feel Simon’s eyes narrowing, his patience waning.

He sighed. The jig was up.

“I…thought– that you and (Y/N) were…” He looked to Ghost, who gave no indication of understanding what Johnny was getting at, his disposition monotone as ever. Even without the mask, he was no less imposing.

Johnny made a gesture with his fists, bumping them together.

Simon’s eyes widened by a fraction of a fraction.

He said nothing. Soap’s fight-or-flight instinct re-activated. He glanced at the door. The hallway. His narrow chance of escape.

“How–” Ghost’s voice drew Johnny back to the land of the living.

“How loud were we ?”

Johnny grimaced.

“Not really (Y/N), Sir,” he said. “Just…” his hand grew into the shape of what he was trying to say. “You.”

Upon seeing Simon’s eyes widen even more, Johnny’s gaze dropped. And found another, damning detail.

Quick, use your natural humour and charm !

“Though,” he smiled, crooked, sided and small. A start. “I can see something’s made you somewhat excited,”

Simon’s eyebrow raised, and following Soap’s gaze, his shoulders went rigid.

Oh no.

A tent had been pitched in his sweatpants, plain as day for all who looked to see. Johnny’s top set of teeth grappled with his bottom lip, trying to purse his lips shut.

A snort sneaked past, and he slapped a hand over his mouth immediately, as if trying to scoop it back in.

Ghost’s gaze hardened. His eyes concrete.

“Tell (Y/N), you die tonight.”

Soap, smiling widely, simply turned in the beginnings of his departure.

“Course, Lieutenant,” he said. “Aaanything you say.”

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Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Group Introductions

Alastor x Shy!Reader (QP)

(ft. BFF Charlie)

(A/N: I tried with this one, guys. No promises :') Also damn, I am on a roll)

It wasn’t very often that someone caught Alastor’s eye, but for some reason, you kept popping up. You often showed up at the hotel to help your close friend, Charlie, with whatever needed to be done, but you usually kept to yourself. In fact, Alastor could probably count on one hand the amount of times he’d seen you talk to anyone besides Charlie. 

So imagine his surprise when you nervously approached him, fidgeting with your hands behind your back politely. “Excuse me, Mr. Alastor, b-but Charlie is wondering where you put the gold-inlaid tea set from Asmodeus. Sh-she says she can’t find it.” 

You kept your eyes downward, careful not to look directly at the Radio Demon. Your heart was doing flips in your chest, anxious that you’d say something wrong and that he’d get mad at you, or worse.

“Oh!” Alastor grinned down at you, amused. “Hello there, my dear. The tea set is in the back of the tallest cabinet. I found the designs quite off-putting. Might I ask why Charlie is looking for it?”

“I don’t know,” you replied quietly. “Thank you.” With that, you scurried off, Alastor watching you curiously.

Whenever you were at the hotel, you noticed how Alastor was always around. You wouldn’t say he was watching you per say, but he was just always… there. If you needed something and Charlie wasn’t around, he’d approach you and try to help. You never took him up on his offers, preferring to do things on your own, but it was appreciated nonetheless. 

“Hey,” Charlie was saying one day. The two of you were carrying boxes down to storage. “Have you ever met the other hotel staff? Or our residents? You’re here often enough.”

Hesitating, you shook your head. “No. I talked to Alastor once, though. But it’s okay, I don’t need to meet them.” You added that last part hurriedly. The last thing you wanted to happen was for Charlie to go around introducing you to everyone one at a time. Not only would that be extremely embarrassing, but you just… didn’t feel comfortable talking to people.

Surprise, surprise, that was exactly what Charlie did. 

You’d been dragged along to a group session against your will, causing you to sit in a corner, hoping no one would acknowledge you. That technique didn’t seem to work, however, since everyone kept looking towards you anyway. 

“Alright, everyone! Before we start today’s session, I want to introduce someone to you all!” Motioning towards you, Charlie urged you out of your corner. She looked so happy and excited, you just couldn’t say no to her. Despite the anxiety making your hands shake, you stood and awkwardly shuffled over to Charlie’s side. “This is one of my best friends!” Then, one by one, she started pointing everyone out. 

“That’s Vaggie, you’ve met her before!” Vaggie waved at you, giving you a reassuring smile, or as reassuring as she could manage.

“That’s Angel! He was our first resident, and has been staying here the longest!” The white spider demon, who you’d seen around but never interacted with before, glanced up from his phone to wave at you. He seemed wholly disinterested in the exchange, which didn’t help the pounding in your chest. 

“Next to him is Sir Pentious!” 

The snake demon waved exuberantly, smiling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!” You only nodded in reply in an attempt to be polite, trying to keep your eyes down. 

“And then there’s Niffty.” The small cyclops demon was much too preoccupied trying to stab a bug that was around beneath the furniture to bother acknowledging you or Charlie. You’d worked with Niffty before, helping make some of the beds, but you’d never spoken a word to her. You were okay with that. 

“Husk.” Upon hearing his name, the bartender only glanced up, before shrugging and going back to reorganizing his liquor cabinet. Like Niffty, you’d also helped him out before at Charlie’s request, but a word had never been spoken between the two of you. He didn’t seem very friendly anyway. 

A shadow grew behind you before Alastor’s tall figure appeared beside you. “And you’ve already met me before. A pleasure, my dear.” Dramatically, he gently took your hand and brought it to his lips. Your face went beet red (or whatever color your blood was) as you took your hand back quickly, nearly hitting Alastor as you did so. 

“It’s nice to meet you all,” you mustered, voice barely audible to yourself, let alone to those further away. “Excuse me.” You ran out the room before Charlie could even think of stopping you, finding a spare closet to hide in. 

Recounting the interaction in your head, you groaned as you placed your head in your hands. Maybe if you never came back to the hotel, you wouldn’t have to deal with any more embarrassing interactions? Why did Charlie have to single you out like that? She knew you weren’t a very social person! 

Not returning to the hotel wasn’t an option, you decided, hiding in that closet. You cared for Charlie too much to let her down like that. She’d told you so many times how much she valued your help. So maybe… just not interact with anyone else ever again? That could work, right?

Your mind kept going back to how Alastor kissed your hand. How are you supposed to tell someone you’re not the romantic type? This sort of thing had never happened before. And you did like Alastor, but not like that! 

“Hey, are you okay?” It was Charlie. How she’d found you, you had no idea, but that didn’t matter. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I just… really think you’d like them. And I thought, since you’re basically part of the staff already, it only made sense to, you know, introduce you?”

Taking a deep breath, you shifted so your back was against the closed closet door. “It… It’s okay. I get it. I just…” Sighing, you let your head fall against the door. “Does Alastor always act like that? B-because if he doesn’t, I have to tell him I’m not… you know… A-and I don’t really want to talk about that.”

“Oh, no, no, no, don’t worry about that!” Charlie let out a little awkward chuckle. “He’s like you, even if he doesn’t know it. He was just being polite.”

Relief filled your chest. “Oh thank Satan.”

[colourstreakgryffin]

If we saw how Charlie and Alastor reacted to Rarity like!reader and Pinkie Pie like!reader,maybe a Fluttershy like!reader x Husk??

Idk I think they would be cute together

Haha. Awww, I can just imagine Husk carrying us away whilst we’re crying in fear over Charlie borrowing our little animal friends for the Hotel briefly! Needless to say, this is actually the cutest and one of my favourite MLP-Hazbin mix-couples/duos so far! And again, kinda short!

Husk- Glass Barfly

As I stated previously, Husk is a sweetheart of a lover and his patience is quite high so trust me. He can handle his precious timid helpless little girlfriend better than anybody else. Somebody who is so shy yet kind that she hides behind him for support, he is quite good

Of course, Husk can’t help but instinctively treat you like glass. The most beautiful glass figure he’s ever found. He knows what to do with you

Husk is emotionally intelligent and able to recognise problems very well. So, he can recognise your antisociality and your fear over coming off as a fool, for that, he’ll slowly and carefully push you into pushing your own boundaries for your own good

Husk is getting better and better with your animal friends. He isn’t perfect but he doesn’t ever harm them… well, not on purpose. He’s growing to handle how many they are and how often you carry around your hot-tempered bratty bunny, Devil

Husk finds you precious and he’d beat the shit out of Alastor with the bar itself to protect you. You’re a little fragile butterfly, a charming doll of kindness that loves her animals. It’s natural that he adores every fibre of your being. Others may get annoyed with your shyness, he doesn’t

You can fly like Husk and have wings like him. He is lazy and dislikes flying but he will fly to encourage you to use your wings more. They are soft and beautiful, you deserve to be able to rely on them. He wants you feel comfortable so he will make it that you are. Luckily, he always succeeds

Husk is quite proud everytime you stand up for yourself or you do something you’d never normally do without his push. You’re learning, you’re growing! He can’t help but feel his heart swell at it and he showers you with praise and pride as soon as he can

Husk is learning to be a good person whilst you’re learning to be more confident. You’re helping each other and for that, you’re both quite dedicated to each other. Husk is your armour but you’re his heart

Husk knows you like the functions of a roulette game. He knows when your patience has been pushed too far and when you’re willing to be firm, if not cruel and harsh, and when that happens. He doesn’t even try sway you, he steps back and waits for you to cool down before calming you even more

Husk is always covered in your animal friends. And always means always! He has birds, squirrels, bunnies, butterflies, all kinds of Hell animals following him about the Hotel and he knows that they like him as much as they like you

Husk enjoys snuggling you in bed after work hours. Wings perked overs yours and laid over your back. You’re warm, you’re safe and you’re covered in soft fur. Both you and him like this so every night. You hop into the bed you share with Husk and he hops on top of you

Husk is the only one who can and will hear you in your whole singing glory. You’re way too insecure to sing around anybody else and it took some time for you to be comfortable with him but now that you are, you feel confident and safe singing around him

Yep. Husk got you a cute ring with a pink butterfly-shaped gemstone in the middle. It’s, to you, a sign that he is your safe spot and always is your safe spot. The one you can not be so frightened of embarrassing yourself with, somebody you can lean on and feel supported with

Husk knows about your crippling fear of social situations and how easy it is to embarrass you so you two regularly just spend time together and not ever go out, not until you actually feel okay with it. But of course, you’ll always do stuff for him too. You both give and take from one another

If it is my choice, y’all are engaged

“Leitora, butterfly. Don’t worry, the little buds will be okay. Do you want to go back to our bedroom, we don’t have to watch anything Charlie does with ‘em”

[irkimatsu]

requesting a little husk giving sweet tender aftercare after wrecking your shit in his bestial form, as a treat <33 - love con (+ jeronimo lol)

Con! Jer! <3 Is this a treat for you guys, or for me?! Either way, I think we'll both enjoy feasting on this one!

Set with Overlord Husk because it's my blog and I do what I want. GN!Reader has just been fucked out by Husk in his bestial form, and then he helps wash them off. Lots of cuddling and nuzzling and compliments and god it's so sweet my teeth hurt. But I'm still calling 18+ because this sweetness is obviously taking place right after rough sex.

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By the time he’s done with you, you can barely breathe. You’re left sprawled out on your stomach on his giant bed, over his luxurious silk sheets, as you try to remember how to move your limbs… or find a reason why you should move from this spot in the first place.

Overlord Husk still looms over you, his hot breath hitting your skin. His large paws rest on either side of your head, his right paw tightened around the golden chain affixed to the jeweled collar around your neck. You admire the long claws at the tips, thinking about how they dug into your hips earlier… no way could he do that now. They were so much smaller before he transformed; he’d rip you to pieces at this size.

“You okay, doll?” asks a rough, gravelly voice that’s still struggling for breath.

“Mmm…” You’re not sure yourself if that’s a yes or a no. You’re too exhausted to think. All you want to do is sink into sleep in these soft sheets, never moving again…

A light moan escapes your mouth as a large, rough tongue starts lapping at your shoulder blades, slowly working its way down your spine. When your relationship first started, it took you a while to get used to the barbs on his tongue (among other places), but now the gesture only feels comforting. You know he doesn’t mean to hurt you; you know he couldn’t even imagine it. It’s what allows you to let his abrasive tongue drag its way across your skin, without ever wondering what would happen if he licked too roughly.

He wouldn’t do anything too roughly with you, so it wasn’t worth thinking about.

“Can ya turn over?” he asks. All you can do is groan again; moving on your own is definitely not happening for a while. Thankfully, you have him to help. Moving carefully so as to not injure you with his claws, he turns you over using the paw that isn’t still holding your chain. He takes a moment to look you over, remaining still and silent. His face is so much more animalistic than normal now, with a more pronounced snout and two long, prominent fangs.

You use what little energy you have to lift your arm and cup his muzzle. He nuzzles into your palm in response.

After you let your arm collapse back onto the bed, he resumes grooming you. He starts under your chest, avoiding the most sensitive areas, and laps his way down your stomach.

As his head moves downward, you can’t help but think of where he was not too long ago, holding your legs wide open in his paws as his huge tongue lapped so lovingly between them…

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself as you remember how much he made you shudder.

You feel him slowly shrinking above you, his presence becoming much less looming but still no less comforting. Now that he’s back to regular size, his tongue has much better control over where it grooms you. He licks his way back up your body, still moving carefully over your chest so he doesn’t overstimulate you. He soon reaches the side of your neck and focuses his attention there, purring and nuzzling against your collar.

“You did so good, baby…” he says, and your heart swells at the praise.

“So did you, sir…” You wrap your arms around him and hug him tight as he laughs.

“Sir… still sounds as good as the first time,” he says. “So, everything was okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

“You were perfect,” you assure him as you lightly scratch his neck. You’ve always heard warnings about making deals with Overlords, especially a greedy, demanding beast like the Gambling Demon…

But as he lays over you like this, you can’t imagine any other role in this world than that of his loyal pet. He always takes such good care of you in exchange for your loyalty, after all.

“What would make you comfortable now?” he asks.

It takes you a moment to decide. “Mmm… a bath? I could use a cooldown…”

“Of course.” You hate that he has to get off of you for even an instant, but soon after he stands, he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, supporting under your back and knees and pulling you close to his still-pounding chest. Before he moves again, he can’t help but lick your cheek, purring again as he does so. The chain around your neck dissolves as he carries you into his master bathroom and gently sets you on the bench of his large tub. He turns on the tap, but doesn’t close the drain. He fiddles with the knobs as he holds a single finger underneath the running water, frowning and grumbling about the water on his fur, but he eventually finds the right temperature. He shakes his finger dry as best as he can, then retrieves a cloth from a nearby shelf and runs it beneath the water.

You love soaking in this large tub by yourself, filled with hot water and the various calming scents Husk keeps the bathroom stocked with, but you also know that’s a luxury Husk could stand to live without. Still, his idea of bathing with you is just as relaxing in its own way.

After the cloth is properly soaked, he turns off the tap. He then dabs a bit of honey-scented oil onto the cloth, then takes his spot next to you on the bench. The cloth is cool against your skin as he massages your neck with it; not the usual temperature you prefer for a bath, but after the exertion you just went through, your heated skin could use it.

“Lean against me,” he says, and you follow the command without even thinking. He holds you in one arm as he continues wiping you down with the cloth, knowing by now exactly where you like to be rubbed, with which patterns and pressure. You snuggle against his shoulder and sigh at the cloth gently rubbing up and down your spine, lulling you halfway into sleep. His gentle kisses to the top of your head only relax you further.

“God, you’re beautiful…” he murmurs as he wipes your hip, trying his hardest not to tickle you too much. “I love having such a beautiful treasure…” He pushes up on your shoulder slightly to make you sit up, then starts massaging your chest, showing it much more tender care than he had earlier.

You only hiss a little as the cloth runs over a fresh bite mark, one of the many reminders on your body that the Gambling Demon has decided you belong to only him.

“Sir…” you whisper.

“It’s Husk now,” he reminds you, gently running a paw down your cheek. “When we’re like this, it’s Husk.”

“Husk…” you repeat.

Perhaps as a reward, he kisses your lips as he continues cleaning you off. His kisses are so much less hungry now, but he can still show so much passion with such a gentle touch of his lips against yours.

“Feeling better?” he asks after the kiss. He’s gazing at you with deep compassion and concern, an expression you never could have imagined from him when you first met him at his casino all those months ago.

You wonder how many others have seen him with that expression, and you can’t help but enjoy the idea that you’re one of the lucky few.

“Much better,” you say before returning to cuddling him and nuzzling under his chin. He holds you tightly for a brief minute or two, silently rocking you and enjoying your presence.

It’s so cold when he lets you go and steps away for a moment, but he soon returns with a plush, wine-red robe. He helps you into the robe and ties the sash shut, and after one more kiss, he picks you up again. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you back to bed, in no hurry for him to put you back down. You’re once again forced to lose his touch as he lays you down on his mattress, but he’s quick to join your side. Once he’s laying on his back, he grabs your sides and pulls you on top of him.

“Let me know when you’re settled in,” he says.

You rest your head on his chest, your senses basking in his soft fur and warm skin, his steadily beating heart and the faint traces of that day’s cologne. “Okay… settled.”

He doesn’t pull the blanket up over you. He doesn’t need to. His arms and wings wrapped firmly enough around you to keep you warm and protected as you sleep.

“I love you, my jewel…”

[heeseungsnewwhore]

Despite being a soulless husk right now that can’t seemed to be filled with anything but Jake, today I got a new affliction. I just saw Jungwon’s dance cover a while ago and man.

Man.

Imagine.

He’s in the practice room. You are too. Maybe you two are working on a choreography or just playing around, but he ends up bringing up a routine he noticed you working on the other day. He’s interested and wants to offer you some good old tips and advice.

So you change the music.

He realizes your style is a bit of a mix of modern dance and he wants to give it a try and he’s really good at it. He doesn’t know what story you intend to tell with your body, but there’s a point where his hands would be on your waist. He’s telling you to relax your core more on a particular move and that’s nearly impossible to even attempt with his hands on you.

He doesn’t notice you tense.

At first.

Or does he?

It’s from there you can’t seem to stay focused at all. He’s monitoring you like crazy and you can hardly breathe with how hard he’s watching you. But he’ll end up noticing your lack of focus compared to his own learning of the dance himself- And his hands are on you a lot more now.

A lot more.

Guiding touches of course. Right? Right. They had to be, but they weren’t. As the minutes passed the two of you were obviously just using the dance as an excuse to touch each other more and more.

Just imagine.

You’d been dancing for what feels like forever. His hands having traced a pretty wealthy amount of your body, and you would probably be pressed closer than necessary.

“Maybe you should try it as a couple dance?”

He’ll suggest with the most innocent look on his face, the smile, the look in his eyes- It’s all genuine and doesn’t seem to suggest anything at all…But when you agree to his suggestion there’s something in his expression that changes and it’s that slight shift that has your heart jumping out of your chest.

He’s not even trying to be discrete anymore, if he ever was. His hands are traveling on your body in ways that has you craving more of his touch. You’re falling into the new routine, but fuck- When he opens his mouth again.

There’s a dangerous chuckle against your neck. He’s behind you again, hands gripping your hips as he’s pressed flushed against your backside. “You like this better, don’t you?”

Of course you did, and your hands are falling over his as they find their way from your hips to your waist.

But they’re traveling again.

“And this?” He inquires as they travel up to your breast and he’s taking in your reaction from the large mirror you had been practicing in front of for hours.

You give him breathless confirmation and he’s shameless. You never exactly expected this kind of behavior from Jungwon but you weren’t mad at it.

He’d love watching you in that mirror. Watching the way your body arch’s and begs for his touch. Groping your breasts. Squeezing your waist. Even coming around to squeeze your ass.

You were melting under every move and it wasn’t long after that he was peeling you out of your clothes and your already sweaty, now naked bodies, were on the floor.

You’re on your knees, just like him. Except your sitting back on his cock. A sort of reverse cowgirl on the floor, his front pressed to your back not letting you put any space between the two of you.

And you’re facing that mirror.

Stealing shy glances at the reflection but everytime, you see his clouded and determined eyes staring right at you.

“It’s okay~ Look. You’re sexy, so why not look~?” He pants as he grinds up into you.

A whimper escapes your lips and it just entertains him.

“Look, baby~. I want you to see…I love the view too.”

Just the way he’s talking to you has your body getting even weaker and you end up bracing your palms on the floor. Your ass still on his lap as you’re rocking your hips back onto his length.

He’s groaning.

Cursing.

Moaning.

Calling your name.

Arms locking around your waist as he begins rocking your body forward with harsh thrusts. Face buried agaisnt your neck as he moans his words out. But he can’t keep his eyes off that mirror to watch everything. Your gazes catching again.

“Keep looking…Keep watching…Wanna see you when you cum…”

You can tell by the way he’s straining his words he’s right there with you. Yet for you, his embarrassing and vulgar little words of encouragement are what did you in.

With trembling thighs and a wordless string of cries you flood his thighs, making a wet mess that’s echoing through the room now as it just makes the snap of his hips into you more able to be heard.

“Ungh~ F-Fu…F-fuck~…”

His pace quickens suddenly, sloppy and messy as his release chases right after your juices. Stilling inside of you as he slowly buried himself one more time, burying his face into your neck again with a soft hum. Pressing lazy kisses against your skin. Being the cutest thing with the way he asks if you’re okay and ends up pressing more kisses along your back and shoulders.

Not exactly what you expected to use the practice room for, but he promised next time, there’ll be a bed.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

dang that puppet idea you had and okami's bit gave me shivers! What do you think the chain's individual reactions would be?

These have admittedly been sitting here for a while…. Sorry! Based on this, and this. Hope you enjoy!

TW: mentions Kidnapping, hallucinations and malnourishment, murder, does this qualify as yandere? Putting it here just in case

Also i’m trying out a new format so yeah

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Time

At first he blames the shadow. It’s convenient. It’s easy. He knows that your kidnapping was logically not his fault. There was nothing he could’ve done. He kills without remorse until he finds you. The blood dripping from his blade is the last thing he’s aware of when he finally sees you. He’s more keenly aware of the gnawing guilt as he sees how badly you’ve been treated, clothes ragged and that apathetic thousand yard stare. His heart was ripped from him, leaving him to bleed out slowly, to wither away without you.

Twilight

I mean when I say that he goes feral. Just a smidge if we’re sticking with the not yandere Twi, but hoo boy if he is that is a feral man. He has no care for the bodies he leaves in his wake to finally get back to you and is beyond pissed to see that you’ve been not only harmed, but taunted with the image of you. But that rage falters when you don’t notice them and when you grow sorrowful… he can’t imagine what they’ve done to you so that your very mind is different. But when he gets a hold of that shadow he swears his death will be merciless.

Wild

He’s absolutely beside himself after you first disappeared, and perhaps they all were. But He couldn’t snap back so readily, no matter what it takes. The others give him a hard time, their stress getting the better of them, but all he remembers is 100 years ago and the constant pressure to be good enough. Twice now he’s been a disappointment. He spirals in on himself when he sees hollowed cheeks and dull eyes that hold no warmth of remembrance. The you in front of him is not enough to ease his worries.

Warriors

One of the most level headed after you first disappeared, making good enough plans until they could find you. But he places all of the blame on himself. He’s supposed to be better than letting comrades be stolen and taken to their deaths. He’s supposed to be a better leader than that. And the consequences bear on him when you do little more than stare at the wall and him to yourself. He’s seen soldiers walk out of war less haunted than how you looked. And to think he was supposed to shield you from the violence.

Hyrule

He lost himself a little in the beginning. He’d become so used to the company, to having you there, that he’s acutely aware of the missing spot. He tries to fool himself into believing you’re there, setting out your bedroll and leaving a spot where you’d usually sit at dinner, but it only serves to make him feel worse. It takes everything in him to restrain himself when he sees you. The barrier shocked him when he tried to reach you and his magic couldn’t get through. He wouldn’t last much longer without you there.

Sky

He’s incredibly quick to resort to isolation. He caves in on himself at the fact that another he’s loved so dearly has been so violently taken away from him and lot to suffer. But the first time around the surface was safe enough, and Zelda had Impa… but you were not given the luxuries of safety and protection. He was going to rescue you if it took everything from him. Because you were his everything. If killing another god is what must be done to get you back then his sword is in hand.

Legend

Yeah he didn’t take this well. He isolates himself out of pure frustration, with both himself, the others and the shadow. And to whatever poor soul gets in his way, I truly am sorry. He downs more bodies than probably reasonable, but it’s methodical. It keeps his focus off of you, what they’ve rendered you down to, the husk you’ve become. He takes so many lives so that yours may be returned to you.

Wind

He tries not to stress, to stay laid back and to glue the group together. He tries to pretend like nothings wrong, because he knows that it’s what you’d want. He knows you wouldn’t want him to worry. But he has half a mind to go off and find you on his own. He already found and saves Aryll, so what’s another Sibling to save? But that determination wilts at how hollow and broken you look, unwilling to acknowledge them as anything more than hallucinations. But he knows you’ll get better soon. You’re tougher than this… right?

Four

He finds a hard time keeping himself together, physically and literally. There’s so many conflicting orders in his mind that it’s difficult to breathe. You used to calm him, to ease his nerves and soothe his mind. But to see how mistreated you were, to see how his carelessness harmed you, that only served to make his already scattered mind shattered.

[rockingrobin69]

Insistently, Stickily Sweet

It started raining outside, a constant patter hitting the window, tap-tap-tapping away merrily. Inside, cocooned under a thick blanket, only a smattering of blond hair and the tip of a nose visible: “Is it finished,” a husk of a voice. He’d fallen asleep sometime during the second episode. Harry didn’t have the heart to wake him.

“Yes, sweetheart. Shall we call it a night?”

“No,” grumbling, fighting tooth and nail to free an arm, then another: emerging from the fuzzy material all mussed-up and bright, and lovely. “No, we said we’d watch them all.”

“Darling,” laughing, “you can’t even keep your eyes open.”

Draco stuck his nose up, the gesture slightly ruined for the pink of his cheeks. “I don’t need to see it to follow. Quiz me, on any part. I’ll tell you exactly what happened.”

“Oh no, I believe you,” Harry said quickly, half an excuse to wrap his arms around him, to press a mollifying kiss to his cheek. Pulling closer: “Come on, baby. This is stupid, and it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.”

“No,” Draco still insisted, although he burrowed into him, leaned his head back. “Come on, press the button-thing. I have to know what, ah, Monica said to—Jerome.”

“Not even close,” Harry chuckled. “Did you catch any of it?”

“Of course. I caught it all. Come on, Harry, we’re not getting any younger, and I will not be the one to let our friends know we haven’t—argh!” when Harry grabbed him, “stop, stop, you goon, ah, the—fuck, Harry, with the tickling, have you no shame, a man comes to you vulnerable in half-sleep and you torture him, ah, ha, stop, stop!”

The words becoming shriekier and shriekier, delivered directly in his ear, and Draco was squirming in his arms, was too—an exhale, slightly shaky on how much, on how terribly much… buried his head in Draco’s neck, in the tacky warmth and the smell of the blanket and Draco’s shampoo.

“You’re impossible,” Harry said, muffled into his skin.

“I know,” with a smile so thick in his voice it was honey, it was gold. “So, what do you say. Another episode, no? Come on. Be a good boy for me, we both know you want to.”

“God, shut up,” just as it occurred to him: I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this man. The rest of his life. It felt bigger than a Wednesday-night, past eleven, Chinese takeout still sitting on dirty plates and re-runs of a silly 90’s comedy series on the telly. This, his Draco, with fluff from the blanket in his wild hair: it was so much bigger than anything he could have imagined.

“Fine,” helplessly, “one more. But just the one, Draco, I mean it. And then we go to bed.”

“Deal,” he smiled easily. Too easily: they’ll have the exact same argument when the episode’s over. Draco was a menace and Harry couldn’t wait.

Smugly, “Pansy will not be able to say she’s more well-versed in Muggle culture than I am.” Draco tucked himself under his arm, grumbled until he had the other one wrapped around him. Then the blanket, to cover them both, then his feet on the table, right in front of Harry’s face, obscuring half the screen. “All right?”

Breathing in deep: “Yeah, all right.” Pressed the remote control, and the sound of canned-laughter filled the living room.

Outside, the rain was still pouring, a continuous happy song Harry’s heart echoed. Inside, it was Wednesday, they both were so tired, and over-warmed, and massively, stickly, stupidly happy.

(Flufftober day 2. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[xbruised-peachx]

Sowa Team

(crawling out of my cave as a husk) Finally... some Gromsko x Fem Reader content... from yours truly...

Summary: Sent on a scouting mission for Specgru, you're kept company by Gromsko, among Poland's finest soldiers. Bold, light-hearted, and deep down, very caring and passionate, he makes not only a great partner but great entertainment. As the sunsets though and you have to call it a day, an injury let's him show his skills from JW GROM to you while you two settle down for the night... and maybe settle down for a little more... Word Count: 13,397 Tags: Slight medical play, slight size kink, language kink, praise kink, heavy petting, marking, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slightly possessive, creampie A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO TO EVE, @ave661​, FOR PROOF READING THE POLISH AS I KNOW ZERO POLISH! I can’t thank you enough, dziękuję bardzo, I love you bestie 🥹💙 🔞+ STORY

Also avaliable on AO3! Translation at the end of the chapter!

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The day was finally coming to an end, the sun starting to set over the mountains, casting warm shadows over your location. You were sent on a scouting mission, looking out on a base of a possible HVT. You were Specgru’s regular choice for scout, being small and easy to miss, light on your feet to the point you regularly snuck up on your own teammates without them noticing or you really meaning to. Obviously though, you couldn’t be sent in alone. You appreciated any company on these sorts of missions. Sure you enjoyed the nice quiet times, exploring and attempting to map a location from hundreds of meters away, but if you did it all the time, you’d definitely go crazy.

“I think it’s about time we call into HQ,” his voice boomed as he came up behind you. The orange of the setting sun lit the small bits of camo fabric that draped his helmet, practically his signature piece. Sobiesław Kościuszko, or as everyone else called him, Gromsko. “We at least know there’s gotta be someone in there that needs these guards around. It can’t be just some regular guy, right?”

You smiled softly, holding back a laugh from him being so light-hearted. You admit, you don’t really know much about Gromsko. Not that you avoided him or anything but... most interactions you had with him were from the battlefield. You know the amount of adrenaline and action brought out a new side in most people. On the field, he was loud, boisterous, a lil bit cocky but his confidence was not without merit. He was good at what he did. Though sometimes, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. With his thick accent and baritone voice, you could make out the fact that he slipped into Polish quite a bit. You’d hear passing conversations in the Specgru halls, how even when calm, he’d slip bits of Polish in there too. You yourself knew very little Polish, but you could tell he was just as vulgar in any language he spoke, often able to make out him yelling “Kurwa” when he was hurt or frustrated. From his tone, gruff and ranging from annoyance to anger, you could tell he probably wasn’t saying the nicest things to the enemy... or teammates for that matter.

“HQ, this is Sowa team, information on target, how copy?” You asked into your radio. Sowa, the Polish word for owl. Gromsko himself suggested it, which gave you a hint this was probably going to be an overnight thing as well. You didn’t mind but you knew you’d have to find a clearing near enough to this cabin in the Alps, and also you two would have to find some way to keep warm as the fall night air cooled.

“Copy, Sowa. What’s the information?” A rough, heavy British accent spoke in your earpiece. Despite his gruff tone, you knew he was calm.

“Can not confirm that target is in the location. There are a lot of guards outside though, I can imagine there’s more indoors.”

“Any rough estimate on a count?”

“19,” Gromsko cut in. “I counted 20 but someone caught me counting...”

“Any chance they’ll catch someone missing, Gromsko?” The lieutenant’s voice sounded a little bit more annoyed, with a hint of anxiety just barely creaking through. 

“Nie, he was just on a smoke break at the wrong time. He got lost in the woods and chickened out.”

“Alright, if you say so, Gromsko...” His voice didn’t bleed any less annoyance hearing this. You had seen it across the mountain, you were actually helping him count with binoculars from a blind spot on the mountain, and he was right, it was just a smoke break at the wrong time. You saw as he got spotted and proceeded to take down the man a few inches shorter than him with ease. Shoving him in a bush many meters away from the location, you had overheard other guards talking about the flight risk of some others, so you figured it wasn’t that bad.

“Are we allowed to return?” You asked, even though you knew the answer was probably going to be...

“No.” Yeah... “We need absolute confirmation the target is in that cabin. You two will need to shelter in overnight. If you still have no signs of the target by tomorrow evening, we’ll bring you back. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you both said in unison. You looked over at him, his face full of determination as he looked at the ground through his yellow tinted glasses. You had to admit that you admired him. Clearly he knew when to be serious and he knew how to hold his own, but still he had a bit of light-heartedness to him, bringing warmth to an otherwise gloomy situation.

“Good. Ghost, out.”

He caught you looking at him as he took his thumb off the radio. You heard him take a deep breath out. “I think we should try and find a flat spot now, before it gets too dark. Agreed?”

You nodded. “Do you happen to have a tarp? I feel like the wind is gonna pick up, but I know I forgot mine...”

He let out a scoff laugh as he started heading north, heading for the more wooded area, you following close behind. “Afraid of getting cold? It’s quite nice to me, but I do happen to have a covering for you, maleńka.”

You looked at him a bit offended, implying you were weaker for thinking you would be cold and at least wanted some shelter for tonight. And whatever he called you... his joking tone made you think it was condescending, maybe a backhanded compliment but in a lighthearted way. You knew if you asked him though, he’d sugar coat it or translate it completely wrong.

“I suppose you’re fine then with being on watch first then, if you can deal with the cold better?” You returned the lighthearted spite, taking his own words and spinning them back on him.

He turned around to look at you, but kept walking, walking backwards. “Hey now, I didn’t say that. I think you should be on first watch, it will be much colder later at night. You can cuddle up nice and warm in a blanket, late at night. Wish I could do that.”

You could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice from the last sentence. His mask hid most of his lower face, but you saw the way his cheek rose, showing his slight smirk. You crossed your arms, showing your disapproval to him non-verbally, but couldn’t hold a straight face. Especially while his back was turned, watching you, he didn’t see the upcoming rock wall.

He crashed against it, his backpack saving him from most of the brunt of the force, but not saving him from feeling the sudden stop. His arms came out in front of him, eyes widening in surprise. “CHOLERA!” He let out in a shocked breath, sucking it back through his teeth as his body reset to the sudden stop. “Ej dupku, why didn’t you warn me?!”

You let your laugh out, his mad face making you laugh more as you couldn’t take him seriously. “You should pay attention to what’s ahead of you, dummy. We’re on a mission here.”

He shook his head, his face relaxed more and you could almost see him start to smile. He took a deep breath, turning around and looking up the wall. It was a decent bit taller than him, taller than he could reach, but the forest surrounded every other direction, no other way forward. He made it look easy, especially due to his height, just having to put his foot on one rock and push himself off from the ground, reaching up and holding the top. He pulled his own weight up with ease, sitting on the top and looking down at you. You slowly approached, making you realize the height difference between the two of you as you had to arch your back to meet his gaze. With that gaze though, he held his hand out, offering help with the looming wall. You smiled, hoping this would finally be the end of the little games you two were playing. You got your footing on one rock, able to reach his hand and grasp it. You could tell he had a quick wicked smile and let go, dropping you but a few feet, but still threw you off and almost had you falling down on your ass.

“Okay, you prick,” you spoke through gritted teeth, getting tired from everything between you two now. You caught your footing, hearing his deep, rumbling laugh above you.

“Oko za oko!” His voice remained just as boisterous, able to hear the shit-eating grin under that mask.

You shook your head, glaring up at him, watching for him to finally meet your eyes again so you could speak, letting him know you were serious. You took a deep breath out, “Can we call a truce? We have to at least deal with each other for a night, not to mention tomorrow.”

His eyes went to the side, you hoped just joking, playing overdramatically that he was actually considering not agreeing. “Dobra. I can agree to that.” He held out his hand again. You looked up at him, trying to hide some suspicion on your face as you reached up reluctantly, hoping he wouldn’t break the trust you had to have for him for the night. He noticed it, his expression softening a moment, showing a bit of guilt. “I promise, I won’t do it again.”

You put your foot on the rock and pushed off the ground, able to reach his forearm. He twisted, providing more support and allowing him to lift you up easier, with you helping as much as you could by pushing off with whatever rock you could get your foot on. He pulled you over the ledge, grunting as he did, his breath getting slightly heavier. You both sat on the ground a moment, catching your breath as the light from the sky slowly got darker. Looking up, you could even start to see Venus twinkle in the sky. You both looked at each other again, knowing it was time to hurry up, lest you lose the daylight you had.

He helped you back on your feet and you both continued, unfortunately struggling to find a good clearing that would provide a good shelter but still hide you both for the night. He started picking up rocks, leaving them to the right of whatever path you two were on, and putting a specific dot of mud on them. As you got deeper in the forest, anxiety took over, and you hoped his rock idea would actually help you two find your path back. As you went deeper too, the foliage increased in more than just trees. You both were covered enough but still, you watched the floor for anything with thorns, or possibly anything poisonous, though you hadn’t heard of too many poisonous plants in the Alps. It spiked your anxiety even more, having to try to level your breathing while keeping up with Gromsko.

Just as you thought you were about to finally catch your breath, he called out, “Hey, over here. I think there’s a spot.” He picked up his pace, his longer strides helping him out but leaving you lagging behind. You had to break into a decent jog to keep up, unable to watch where you were stepping, praying you wouldn’t step into some thorns and hurt yourself more. You were stuck focused on him, trying to see where he was going, but also keep an eye on the floor for anything suspicious, you didn’t even notice when you stumbled a bit to keep yourself out of an incoming bush to your left that you went into a fallen branch to your right, the jog you had causing it to scrap against your side. You quickly held where it had hit, just at the side of your stomach, slicing a good 3 inches down to your hip. You sucked a breath through your teeth, seeing Gromsko hadn’t even noticed and was continuing on his trek. You sucked it up, taking a quick breath and pulling your vest down slightly, hoping that would help compress it for the moment and not make him worry.

He finally stopped after turning to his right, a few feet ahead of you. He stood there, hands on his hips as he observed his surroundings. You finally caught up and joined him, looking at the very small clearing. It was at least something, not so open that it’d be easy to see you guys, but enough of a patch to home you two for a night. He sighed and looked back at you.

“What do you think? Those trees over there I can tie my tarp to, making a nice tent for you.” He smiled again, clearly unaware that you had even injured yourself. You were sure it was nothing, just a branch, you could walk it off. You nodded in agreement, trying to hide a wince as you pulled your backpack off, setting it down in the dirt nearby said trees. You rummaged through, pulling out your lantern, letting the little warm light fill the small clearing. He had the same idea, setting his bag down and pulling out the tarp, unfolding it gently. Once he did he unclasped his helmet, taking off both the helmet and ghillie attachment and set it beside his backpack. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing a full balaclava under there, just thinking it was a mouth and neck covering, but he soon pulled that off too, putting it in his helmet for safe keeping. He rolled his neck and let out a big deep breath. “I know I wouldn’t be able to set this thing up with that shit on. Hurts your neck after a while.”

You chuckled softly, looking up at him as he stood up, still looking in your bag for the blanket you brought. “I imagine... why don’t you just go for the full ghillie suit at this point?”

He shrugged, grabbing one end of the tarp as well as some rope. “I don’t have all the components. Plus at this point I think it looks cooler, that’s how people know it’s me.” He let out a laugh of his own, cutting one end of the rope with his combat knife. He squinted as he struggled to tie the knot though, eventually relenting to the dark and pulling his glasses up to rest on his short brown hair, letting you see his grey-ish blue eyes focus more. He finished his knot, taking a moment to look back at his work, but the weight of the rest of the tarp plus a small gust of wind sent it down the bottom of the tree. “Cholera... Ej, maleńka, can you grab the other end and tie it to that tree there.”

You stood up slowly from rummaging in your bag, making sure your back was to him so he didn’t see as you instinctively winced. It was just a scratch from a tree branch, it shouldn’t be affecting you that much. “You’ve said ‘maleńka’ twice now, what does that mean?” You asked, hoping it would distract you from the stinging pain and him from noticing.

“Maleńka? It just means ‘little’. It’s nothing to worry about.” You could see his smile now clearly, a bit more of a smirk now as you caught his gaze.

“You know, you saying there’s nothing to worry about makes me think you’re not telling the whole truth.”

“Now, are you calling me a liar? I thought we had a truce?” His cocky smirk increased as he finished up his bowline knot and you did the same. “Come on, let’s tie the other corners down here.” He walked to the corner of the tarp that was facing the clearing, starting to fold it under the shelter. He crouched under the little bit you had set up, leading it under and rolling out the other side to meet the third tree, making it a nice triangle. You crouched as well, you both standing on either side of the tree, tying the final corners down.

“It’s not me saying you’re a liar just... I know how vulgar you tend to be when you speak Polish so forgive me if I don’t think you’re saying the nicest things about me.” He raised an eyebrow at you, the smile not fading from his face. “...I know what kurwa means at least.”

He let out a hearty laugh, and admittedly his deep, rumbling laugh made you smile a bit more too. “O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.” His laugh continued, and you did a little over dramatic pout, trying to show your disappointment at him. “You just sound so cute saying it... I should teach you some Polish.”

“Again, I feel like you’d just sabotage me, tell me the wrong meanings of things.”

He tutted. “You think so lowly of me, just because I curse. We have to be together a night and you are already so mean to me.” He did a joking pout back at you, but couldn’t hold it without smiling. As you both tied the knots, your rope had a bit of kink in it, making you pull harder to get it through. As your body twisted though, you felt your muscle pull right on the side of your abdomen, stretching your injury. You couldn’t help but groan slightly, letting go of the rope and letting out your own curse under your breath. He obviously heard it, his face dropping from his joking demeanor to serious in half a second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, speaking through your teeth. It stung like no other, but now you couldn’t hide it, though you tried your best to not worry him anymore. It was clear though he didn’t care and saw you objectively.

“Come on, get under the tarp. I’ll grab my first aid.” He had stood up, holding his hand out for you to help you up. You took it, slowly walking to sit under the tarp. Maybe it was worse but still... it was just a tree branch, it really couldn’t be that bad. You scooted over to your bag, pulling out the blanket and laying it out, just so you wouldn’t be sitting on the cold ground. He came back over, holding his first aid bag, setting it down in his lap as he sat in front of you. “Alright, where is it?”

You lifted your vest slightly, the makeshift compression clearly not working as a little bit of blood seeped through even onto your combat shirt. “I-It really shouldn’t be that bad... it was just a branch.”

“Yeah? A branch out here with dirt and moss and god knows what else on it? Ja pierdolę, you're bleeding through your shirt and I can see your undershirt is soaked already!” He grunted, scolding you harshingly and making you feel slightly embarrassed. He opened his kit, pulling out a bandage, thread and needle, and isopropyl alcohol. He also had his hydration pack nearby, a small cloth he soaked in said water. He took a small, travel sized hand sanitizer, squeezing it and rubbing his hands together. “Alright, go ahead, lift up your shirt.”

Your face fully went red, his low voice telling you that, even if it was in such a serious tone, lit something inside you. You weren’t sure if it was just some strange instinct or if maybe... You were hesitating and despite the low light, he read your expression clearly. “D-don’t look at me like that. Come on, we’re both adults.” The silence hung for a moment, still hesitant to lift your shirt for a man like him. His voice went softer, more caring, and did not help the spark that ran down your spine, “You only have to lift it a bit. I promise, I won’t go any further than we need to.”

You took a breath, hoping to calm your own thoughts and unconscious feelings, undoing your vest and throwing it aside, then rolled up your combat shirt, bringing your camisole underneath with it. He came closer, lowering himself to look closer, running his large, cold fingers along the exterior. He took another breath, you were able to feel it slightly hit the edge of your wound, but also drag across your exposed abdomen. “Sorry, maleńka, I can't quite see and I have to...” His finger ran down, barely resting them at the top of your pants. He looked up at you, his eyes full of embarrassment and pity as he nonverbally asked you if this was okay.

More heat crawled up to your face, you avoided eye contact with him, but nodded. “W-whatever you have to do...” Still avoiding his gaze, you felt as he brought them down a few inches. The silence hung a moment, wincing as you felt him stretch it open a bit. “...How bad is it?”

He took a deep breath, twisting his body to grab the soaked towel. He shifted from sitting on his knees to having his legs straight out in front of him, letting him see it without having to crane his back as much, as he started dabbing the outside gently. “I can see the dirt, even in this shit lighting... And it’s really deep...” He sighed again as he set the towel aside, looking up at you again with pity. “They don’t give me any damn soap in this thing either, so... even though it's better to disinfect with soap and water, I have to use alcohol.” You always thought it was better to use alcohol but you remembered how he was trained. The JW GROM in Poland were known as “the surgeons” not just for tactical precision, but for their thorough medical training. And even among those in GROM, Gromsko was considered among the best. You knew you were in good hands but still, the way his saddened expression looked at you really made you realize he didn’t want to go about this method. But with a very dirty but fresh wound, there had to be some way to clean it while you two were by yourselves in the forest.

You knew how much this was going to sting and mentally you were preparing yourself. One of his hands held the side of your waist, pulling the skin taught gently while the other wet a small cloth with the isopropyl.

“I’ll count off.. at three...” You held your breath in anticipation.

“One...”

“Two...”

He didn’t wait for the three, instead holding the towelette there, not letting you brace yourself fully so you didn’t have any resistance. You cried out as it stung harshly, your abdomen instinctively crunching and pulling you forward as you attempted to protect yourself from the new found pain. Your hands went down, gripping hard as you continued suck a harsh breath through your teeth, occasionally letting out a pained moan, unable to hold back.

Your eyes were sewed shut the whole time, in pure anguish. You slowly caught your breath, cracking your eyes open and able to focus. You looked down, seeing you had not flung yourself and grabbed your own knees in instinct, instead landing forward onto his thighs. You quickly retreated your grip from him, the full embarrassment showing on your face, but his as well. You could tell a flush went to his cheeks that matched your bright one. “I-I’m so sorry! I-”

He cut off your fumbling apology before you could embarrass yourself any further. “It’s...” he cleared his throat, clearly a bit more affected by this than he wanted to admit. “It’s fine. I should’ve given you something to grip but...” His gaze averted as he looked down at the slightly blood stained towelette. He held his other arm up, offering it to you as the alternative. “...I still have to clean up a little more.”

Regrettably, you were left gripping hard at his sleeve and forearm, at points wondering if he’d have to give himself some care from just how hard your nails were digging into him. Occasionally you’d rest your head into him as well, just groaning in pain as the stinging did not get any better. Once he lifted away though, you knew this was only the beginning as you slowly opened your eyes and looked at the shining metal that sat by his side next to the thin thread. “You... don’t have any numbing anything in there, do you?”

He shook his head, holding up the needle to the light and attempting to put the thread through the eye. “Sorry, if I did I would... I want to make this as easy on you as I can but...” He looked away sadly, then looked back up at you. He was just barely at your height again as he wasn’t leaning over, still just barely taller than you even when his ass was fully to the floor while you were on your knees. He got the needle threaded, then looked over at you, examining you again as he held the needle up. Instinctively, your stomach flinched away from him. You knew he was just trying to judge what was the best angle to come at it from, but you couldn’t help but suck your stomach back in an attempt to get away from the sharp object. He took a deep breath again, closing his eyes as he thought about the next words he was going to say. “...I know it’s going to sound bad again but... can you please sit up on your knees?”

You knew what he meant and even though he premented it, you still blushed again. You did as he said, assuming he knew what he was doing. He slowly scooted forward, letting his legs spread open as he straddled yours, getting close to your stomach again. At this height, though he still slightly had to slouch, it was easier to meet it, and he was but inches away from how closely he had to look. One hand held your wound steady, no doubt you were unconsciously trembling under him, while the other just barely hovered above with the needle. He looked up at you, those blue eyes big with sympathy and causing another spark to shoot down from the unintentionally somewhat sensual position you two were in. “You can grip my shoulder if you need to, but try not to move my arms.”

You nodded at the obvious direction he had to give you, taking him up on his offer and putting your hands on them preemptively. Your breath shook as you spoke, “Are you... going to give me a countdown?” 

“Nope,” he said, unceremoniously forcing the needle down to make his first stitch. You cried out, instantly gripping on his shoulders and crashing your head down as you shut your eyes. You felt his hair against your nose, confirming your suspicion that you slightly lost control while giving into instinct, but didn’t lift up, no matter how embarrassed and hot your cheeks felt because you knew you’d come crashing back down either way. “If I did you’d flinch away... but you’re doing great with this first stitch.”

You knew he was lying, but still you smiled, taking his praise anyway. You sucked a breath through your teeth as you felt the needle graze you again. With the hand that was holding you still, he gently rubbed circles with his thumb, comforting you as you felt the prick again. You felt his breath hot on your stomach as you let another cry of anguish. You knew you had to be stronger than this but... damn, this hurt.

You felt his hair get slightly wet as tears instinctively fell from you, tightening your grip on him as you lifted up, looking back down on him. He was so focused on his next stitch, he didn’t even notice the weight lifting from his head. The way he was looking at you though, so determined, his brows furrowed, breath steady just tracing your abdomen. It felt so odd and you didn’t want to admit but seeing him like this seemed to be starting to turn you on.

He held his breath as he went for another stitch, shutting your eyes and moaning in agony, your grip tightening on his shoulders tightly as you hoped the pain would erase these strange feelings you were starting to have. As he breathed out, he glanced up, finally noticing you weren’t resting on him. He saw even though your face showed your pain, the moan clearly a response to it, looking up at you with your eyes shut and mouth slightly open, the moan almost being indecipherable from a different kind of moan, he felt a heat run up to his cheeks as well, trying to shake the feeling by shaking his head. He couldn’t help it though when he felt you clawing at his shoulders. He had to keep telling himself this was basically his patient... he couldn’t let what he was feeling get the better of him.

Rubbing his thumb again in an attempt to comfort, he refocused, putting another stitch in and almost immediately watching your reaction. “Kurwa...” he cursed softly under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t hear. “Dlaczego uważam to za...” he let his voice trail off as he saw you slowly open your eyes, looking at him half lidded as you were dazed slightly from the pain of it all. He chuckled and smirked, “You’re looking at me funny.”

You thought you had blushed all you could but were proven wrong as you felt more, being called out for your feelings you were trying to repress. “H-hey! You’re looking at me funny, too...”

His smirk did not fade as he remained looking into your eyes. "Yeah? How so?"

You stayed silent a moment, trying to figure out a way to word it. His eyes slowly looked back down, pulling another stitch through. You sucked a breath through your teeth, gasping as you felt him slowly pull it out, and his gaze met yours again. “...I think you should focus on the task at hand.”

He hummed softly, comforting you again with the slight touch of his fingers on your waist. “I can focus on two things at once, kochanie.”

The way his voice came out more husky... it made your already growing feelings hard to fight as well you wondered what he actually just said. “W-what does ‘kochanie’ mean?”

“That’s not important right now...” He knew you were avoiding the question. As if a perfectly timed punishment, he pulled another stitch through. The pain was getting more bearable, just barely though as you still gasped feeling it, no doubt igniting another spark in him. “I just want an answer... How am I looking at you funny?”

Once you caught your breath, you looked down at him, trying again to gather your thoughts and throw a cohesive description at him. “Your pupils are so dilated and I can tell you’re blushing... Your sly little smile too? You’re taking way too much joy in this...”

He hummed again, slowly turning into a low laugh, his eyes boring into yours, seeming to return the favor by trying to find a way to describe your current expression. “Mhmm... I can say the same about you. You’re not smiling but, the way you're looking at me... something about me looking up at you has you going, huh?” The corner of his lip turned up and before you could respond, he put another stitch in. You cried out again, gripping hard. The pain did sting but you thought it almost didn’t warrant that reaction from you. You wondered just why then did you react in such a way. You slowly opened your eyes, looking at him as he still had that cocky smirk on him. “It’s like you’re begging me with your eyes alone to just kiss your little injury away once I put these last two stitches through...”

His voice trailed off, low and smooth, giving you another stitch. He had just one more stitch now, and it was clear now your assumption was right. He was enjoying this  more than he should... but also he was trying to hurry this along now. You still couldn’t admit to yourself that you like this. I mean, you definitely hated the pain of the needle but the way his calloused fingers softly caressed your side, enveloping you with ease, his hot breath getting even warmer on your stomach, trailing down to a high spot on your pelvis.

He pulled the final stitch through, letting out your little moan of pain as your grip just barely tightened. You were able to not shut your eyes fully, instead looking at him through dazed, half lidded eyes. He was focused on tying the end off, so you were able to just watch him. That handsome square face, eyebrows furrowed as they focused intently. He cut the string, putting it gently back in his kit so as to not lose his needle. You were able to see his face even more clearly now, the little bits of stubble that poked through as he was attempting to grow his facial hair, a little bit of a wider nose with a slight hook. As he turned around, holding the bandage gently, he caught your gaze. You saw the way his pupils dilated again, unconsciously showing his desire for you, causing more fire to light up in you. He gently held the side of your waist, letting his hand drag as he smoothed the bandage over, not taking his eyes off you the whole time.

“Well, kochanie... tell me, do you want me to make you feel better?”

His voice was so deep, rumbling your core but still holding such confidence you couldn’t help but stop and just take it all in. Just lost in thought of what he said, what he meant when he said make you feel better.

He noticed your pause and backed away slightly, still leaving his hot breath lingering on your stomach. “I need an answer, kotku... I’m not going to go further ‘til I hear a yes from you.” You stayed still, pausing as your mind raced. “...It’s only you and me out here. And this will stay between us, as long as you want that.”

He was so cocky but still respectful of you. You absolutely admired it, and it was making your admiration of him grow stronger, as well as the growing attraction you had of him. “P-please...” was all you could muster out under your breath as you waited in anticipation.

He brought his mouth centimeters from your stomach, insanely hot breath ghosting over you as he gripped both sides of your waist, one side even sliding slightly lower to your hips. “Please...? Please what, kochanie?”

You choked out breathily, sounding insanely desperate. “Yes, please... please make me feel good, Gromsko.”

He wasted no time, immediately closing the gap and kissing where his breath stained. Your hands instantly went to the back of his head, encouraging him to stay where he was at and continue. He did as such, kissing from the center out, lingering and trailing his tongue on spots, particularly right along your abdominals. His hands grip increased, though his left hand remained careful, avoiding the area which he had just worked so hard on. You felt the way he hummed to himself in the kisses, the vibrations almost like he was purring, purely content just from this.

He lifted after leaving what had to be more than 50 kisses on you alone, getting on his knees and towering above you. It was your turn to look up at him now, eyes pleading as you wanted more. Clearly, he enjoyed the sight of you looking up as much as you did when he was. He smiled that lopsided smile, unclicking his vest and tossing it aside, along with his glasses. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t say yes. I guess I would’ve had to just dream of the way your soft skin tempted me but...” He leaned close, letting his lips gently reach yours, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers curled in his short hair, and you felt him smile in the kiss.

He pulled away, staying an inch way, you both exchanging hot, heavy breaths. “I’m going to say now...” He let his left hand slide down your right side, softly caressing every dip and curve you had until he reached to top your thigh. “...Be careful with this leg. You stretch it too far and well...” He leaned over to your ear, his nose nuzzling against the side of your hair and breath dancing on the shell of it. “I’m going to have to fix some stitches. And I don’t want to put you through that again.”

Just as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, he let his hand squeeze your thigh. You gasped softly and he instantly lifted himself, chuckling darkly. “You like that, baby?” He gave you another harsh squeeze, his hand easily able to wrap around your thigh, squishing the soft flesh and rubbing his thumb over to comfort again. “Mmm... you don’t even have to tell me... twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.” He slipped into Polish, though the way he was purring it, you didn’t even mind that you couldn’t understand him. It even made more of a fire spark in you, leaving what he was saying a mystery to you but you knew he was saying nice things to himself.

You gasped as he squeezed again, he leaned back, watching the way your face showed its pleasure, its desire for him. “Taka dobra dziewczynka... such a good, good girl...” He quickly kissed you, his lips feeling just as soft but he kissed you harsher, like he wanted to take you all in. He wasted no time, licking at your bottom lip. His right hand started to dip, caressing around your hip to harshly grip your ass. You let out a gasp again, but in the middle of the kiss he took his opportunity, letting his tongue lull into your mouth and wrap around yours. You instantly deepened the kiss, accepting him as lust took you over. You wanted him right now, badly. Gripping at the back of his hair, you pulled yourself as close as could. As you hummed in the kiss, slowly turning into a soft moan, you felt his lips curl up into a smile. He pulled away, laughing softly at your blushing, needy face. “Hahah... you are so cute, you know that?”

The blush grew on your cheeks, you quickly turned away, shifting your gaze as you felt flustered. When you glanced back, you saw his face had a pang of worry. Was he worried about you taking it the wrong way? “Heh... and just how long have you thought that?” You tried keeping your gaze on him to match your confident remark, but the second those slate eyes switched from worry to desire, you found yourself struggling to maintain composure around him. You just wanted to melt back into his large arms, into those hands that still traced circles on you. 

“Mmm... hard to say. I think from the day I first saw you, I was surprised they let such a beautiful girl in. I figured though, someone like you must have someone at home. Someone to enjoy those little laughs you make, the way your cheeks light up when you smile, the way you’re so passionate, dedicated on the field.” He let out an elongated sigh, his expression softening as he just gazed at your features. You noticed the way his lightly freckled cheeks blushed as you looked back, trying to not crumble as he looked at you so lovingly. “I just admired from afar... thinking how lucky the person at home must be.”

You chuckled a little bit, looking at him with a bit of pity. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He looked to the side as he thought, remaining silent for a good moment. It seemed even he hadn’t even thought of it. The normally confident, boisterous man who was not afraid to scream his lungs out on the field, yell all sorts of profanities at enemies and teammates alike, was struggling to ask a girl he liked if she was single? “I guess... I thought it was better to just believe you had one than ask and have it confirmed.”

You smiled again, nodding your head. You understood where he was coming from. Having it confirmed would almost be like its own form of rejection... and it seemed he never wanted to face that. “Well... I don’t have one. At least... not right now.” You smiled confidently, twirling your fingers in the little bits of hair around his neck. He smiled at you, the red of his cheeks growing brighter as you flirted with him. “...Do you wanna change that?”

He laughed deeply, a solid rumble in his chest, gripping hard at your hips and pulling him close to his own. He grinned as he brought his lips right next to yours. “Chętnie...” was all he said huskily before closing the gap, letting his tongue slip as soon as he could. You didn't mind his impatience, smiling and letting yours meet his. He gave gentle little licks, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing hard, causing you to melt more, moaning into his mouth. He smiled, but you felt the way he hummed in the kiss. You weren’t sure if it was a moan of his own or some low, animalistic growl.

He broke the kiss, still smiling, not wasting a moment to softly kiss your jawline, trailing down to kiss your neck. He let one hand roam up, gently running his hands through your hair before grabbing a handful. He was going slow though, careful not to hurt you as he pulled your head to the side. You chuckled, helping him out by leaning with him. He laughed as well, but stopped once he saw your exposed neck. Instantly he placed hot, passionate kisses on it, remaining there longer as he took deep breaths through his nose. He gave your pert ass a squeeze again, and you bit your lip, suppressing yourself to a gasp as he placed another long kiss on your neck. You definitely heard him growl this time, low and almost hard to catch with the sounds of crickets taking up most of the noise. “No dalej... Where are those pretty noises? Heheh... I wanna hear you, kotku.”

You took a moment to catch your breath, your breathing heavy as you looked at his inquisitive face. The sound of the crickets barely drowned out the noise of the wind that whistled through the branches of the trees. It was the only other noise you heard other than you two’s bated breaths, and that worried you. “What if someone hears us? And... they catch us...”

He cut you off before your mind could wander more, laughing softly. “Oh, darling... if someone interrupts me right now? Heh... they’ll be wishing I’d give them the release of death...” His voice got lower, a threatening growl taking over as he thought of it more. He kissed your neck, growling as he did, his grip on your hair getting tighter, causing a breathy gasp to come from you. “No one’s gonna catch us... we’re too far away from the cabin. It’s just you and me... Jesteś moja na cała noc...”

He continued trailing his kisses down, enjoying as you let loose, letting yourself gasp as he continued to caress and grip your body, trusting him that you wouldn’t be heard by anyone other than him. Your collarbones teased him as your shirt covered them, but just slipped out an inch. Once he kissed his way down, he pulled it to the side, starting by kissing softly but contrasted it quickly, biting hard at the sensitive bone. “A-ah~! G-Gromsko!” You gasped, surprised by the sudden pain, but not complaining as it started to feel good, especially when his hot breath traced over it, placing gentle kisses again to soothe it.

“Mmm... sorry, kochanie. Your perfect skin... Kurwa... I just have to make sure once we go back to base, all of them know you had a good time, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow playfully while looking up at you, making you giggle and blush. “Heheh... make sure they know you have someone... let them know your mine without me having to say a word.” His lips trailed up to where your shoulder met your neck, giving a kiss before latching on, sucking and letting his tongue lick around your soft flesh. You gasped again, your hand gripping on the back of his head, encouraging him to stay. He moaned softly as you pulled on his short hair, your fingers locking around him.

He gently rolled his hips forward, almost out of instinct as he wanted some release for the tension he was feeling. You felt it grind against you, hard and clearly straining the fabric of his pants. You gasped softly, heat rising both to your cheeks and your own sex. You smiled, thinking of something and acting on it without a second thought. You let your other hand trail down from his neck, tracing gently down his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with his heavy breaths, past his abdomen, below his belt, placing your hand over and gently rubbing his hard bulge. He broke the kiss on you, bucking his hips and groaning softly, “Kurwa~...” His breathing increased as you continued, smiling cheekily as you had him panting. You were able to feel just how thick he was, his length above average. More fire lit up in you as he grinded into your delicate touch, the kissing on your neck becoming more sloppy and desperate. “Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...” he said breathily into your neck, groaning as he rocked his hips against you. He looked up to you, eyes craving and begging, another spark making you feel desperate as well. “Can you say that to me, kochanie? Potrzebuję cię...”

He slowed down the way he said it, but even then you had to take a moment to wrap your head around it. He repeated it again, even slower, letting you watch the way his mouth formed around the words, almost getting lost in his soft lips as you did. You tried your best to remember each syllable as you slowly repeated back to him. “Po-trze-bu-ję cię...?”

He smiled widely as he stood up straight, looking down at you as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “You got it, now just say it a little faster.” He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you looked up at him.

“Potrzebuję cię,” you tried to say with more confidence, though it was hard to as Polish was such a different language. You were sure he was just encouraging you, no matter if it was good or bad. He closed his eyes, rolling his hips forward into your touch again as he took in your words, humming in delight. “W-what does that mean?”

He leaned down, a smirk growing on him as he leaned to your ear. “It means ‘I need you...’” Before you could respond, he hungrily kissed you again, letting his hand trail around your hip, gently rolling his fingers as he did. He let his hand dip to your front, teasing as he held his hand in place, not letting it dip further down. You felt the way he smirked in the kiss, his thumb rubbing circles as he let his hand roam to caress your inner thighs. You whined softly, every time you tried to roll your hips into his touch, his hand followed you, dodging as he wanted to tease you mercilessly. You were frustrated and started rubbing on him harder, but this only encouraged him more, as he gave your thighs a tight squeeze as he moaned in your mouth. You racked your brain, thinking back to the Polish he had said before. Potrzebuję cię meant I need you, so when he said proszę, baby...

“Proszę, Gromsko,” you hoped to god that you said it right and that it actually meant what you thought it did, please. He immediately stopped, pulling away slightly, his pupils blown out in pure desire, but his expression showed that he was stunned.

“...S-say again?” He stuttered on his words for once, in pure disbelief that you not only remembered a word and said it right, but that you even took the context and knew what it meant. You were a little nervous that you had messed up, since he didn’t verbalize that you were right, but did as he said.

“Proszę, Grom-”

“Please,” he cut you off with an airy breath before you could finish, cupping your face gently and rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring deeply in your eyes. “Do you know how to say my name?”

You thought again, thinking back to when you’ve seen it written, Sobiesław. That l with the line through it, if you recalled right, it made the w sound. And then the w would be pronounced like v, like how it is in kurwa. Swav, that’s at least how the last part was pronounced. “Sobiesław...” You weren’t too sure, and your lack of confidence showed as you spoke it quietly.

He chuckled softly, his smile warming your heart and reassuring you. “Close, kotku... Sobiesław...” He said, placing emphasis on the ie sound. You had pronounced it like ee, like how it is most times in English, but the way he said it, it had that ee sound for a split second, then dropped to an eh sound. You tried to keep it in mind as you repeated it back.

“Sobiesław...?”

His smile grew as his lids fell, leaning close to you again. “You got it...”

You smiled as well, happy you got it right, giggling softly as you looked him in the eyes, “Proszę, Sobiesław~...”

“Well... since you asked so nicely...” His smile didn’t drop as he leaned in to kiss you, throwing his gloves off before raising his hand to undo your belt, making quick work of your button too. Your breathing increased in anticipation. He lifted up from the kiss, letting you two exchange hot breaths. He dipped his hand down past the waistband of your panties, wasting no time as he let his calloused finger slip between your folds, your gasp quickly turning to a moan as he rubbed at your clit. His eyes bored into you, his smile increasing as his pupils dilated even more. His mouth hung open slightly as he chuckled lowly. “Fuck... you’re so wet already?”

He hummed as he let his finger continue to tease you, going up and down, just barely grazing your entrance. As your breath got heavier, you continued to paw at his own pants desperately, grinding instinctively against his hand as you felt him twitch, begging to come out, begging for more. He groaned as he gave you what you wanted, letting his finger slip in. You cried out softly, his much bigger finger stretching you slightly, but slipping in easily from how wet you were. Your grip on him tightened, his hips bucking harshly into your hand as you did, clearly enjoying it. He looked down at you with heavy lids, watching as your mouth hung open from everytime you moaned, his fingers making you melt into his touch, every thrust making it hard to keep your eyes open.

“Kurwa...” he said in a low growl under his breath. He slipped his finger out, making you whine as you were longing for more of it. He backed away, even getting out of reach of your touch, making you worried something was wrong. His face still showed his craving, letting his finger slip into his mouth. His eyes shut as he took it all in, only opening as he pulled it out, his tongue barely grazing on it as he did. You saw it in his eyes, a type of fervor you hadn’t seen up until now. He placed both his hands on your pants, pulling down as much as he could. You gasped, happy you hadn’t messed up and helped him out with taking your pants off. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Cholernie cię potrzebuję...”

He let one his hands hold you by the small of your back, the other holding and gripping at the soft, exposed flesh of your ass. You gasped and chuckled, rolling your body into his touch, making him smile too. He leaned in, giving you small pecks of kisses before he started to lean back, bringing you with him. He lifted from your lips, his face longing for you as you had a bit of a confused expression, wondering where he was going with this. “Please, baby... sit on my face...”

Immediately your expression turned stunned, blush creeping onto your cheeks again. You appreciated him being direct with what he wanted, but just hearing it out loud... and then your brain imagining it. You spoke just as breathlessly as he did, “Y-you want me to sit on your face?”

“Yes~...” he said, his words almost starting to slur, like he was losing himself completely to pleasure, getting drunk off the sexual tension. “I want to taste you, I want your thighs around me, I want you grinding on me, pleeeaaase...” He whined as he started to kiss your neck again, begging for what he wanted. You giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You felt him smile against your neck as he pulled up. He started leaning back again, his eyes looking deeply into yours until he had to fall back fully. You stepped yourself over his shoulders, currently on your knees on top of him. He had a big smile on his face, pulling his arms up so he could wrap his hands around the front of your thighs, his fingers resting on your inner thigh. You still felt the blush on your cheeks, feeling so exposed to him, but he quickly alleviated that anxiety, pulling you down slowly. He took a deep breath in just as you met him, the warm breath as he breathed out traced your clit, already igniting a fire in you. He gave a small, tentative lick to test the waters, you gasped in response. It seemed he wanted to just test it, see what you would like, but as soon as he tasted you, he lost any control he had. You felt him growl again, the vibrations making you jolt as his tongue immediately went faster, up and down. He gripped harder on your thighs, pulling you closer, your thighs spilling to the sides of his face, the little scraps of stubble and facial hair tickling at your inner thighs. It was a lot of sensations all at once, making you cry out his name, “S-Sobiesław~!”

He chuckled under you, sending more vibrations to your core as they traveled through his tongue. He pulled away slightly, looking up at you through lust struck eyes, “Lubisz to, kochanie?” He was slipping into Polish the more he slipped into his own pleasure. You weren’t even sure if it was because he didn’t want to translate, or if it was because he couldn’t anymore. Though he asked you a question, he didn’t wait for a response, immediately bringing you back to his mouth and licking up to your clit. He gave lots of little licks, little laps before latching on and kissing, sucking at it softly. You moaned more, running out of breath as he continued. Your hand went down to his hair, tightly bawling in his hair. You didn’t want to hurt him but it was hard when you were losing yourself to pleasure as well. He didn’t mind at all though, humming a moan in response directly into you. You cried out his name again as you cursed, moaning uncontrollably under his touch. He started to laugh, and it seemed like any noise he made set off a spark inside you. Your hips started to buck against him instinctively, especially as he let his tongue drift lower and lap at your ever growing wet entrance. It would even occasionally slip inside, and he would purposely hum to set you off. You could feel the way he smiled everytime you reacted, enjoying every bit of torturous teasing. His hands squeezed at your thighs, loving the way the plump flesh surrounded him and how it spilled on his fingers. You wondered how on earth he was breathing under there as he pulled you even closer to him, the warm breath from his nose answered your question. Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt the way it danced on your clit.

He finally released himself from your pussy, drenched with his own saliva and your juices. He looked up at you, barely being able to see the blue of them just due to how dilated they were. He scooted himself up so he could see your panting, longing face look back at him, confused why he stopped. “Poł-... L-lay back.”

You were in such a lust-addled state that you did what he said with no hesitation, scooting your legs back to meet his hips, as he started to scoot himself out from under you. “D-don’t you want anything done for you, baby?” You asked, desperately wanting to repay him for the pleasure he’s already made you feel.

He shook his head as he sat up, “I’m fine... I just want to make you feel good...” As you continued to lay down, he ran his hand down your abdomen, reaching where your bandage was. He pressed lightly, running his hands over where the stitching was, no doubt checking to make sure none had popped. His eyes met yours again as his hands trailed down your thighs. “You’ve been through a lot today, not to mention your good work... I think it deserves a reward, no?”

He let his hands drift under your thighs, his arm trailing as he pulled you up onto his shoulders, barely lifting you from the ground as he was laying down himself. His hand slid to your wet cunt, running up and down on your lips, he glanced at you again, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip softly, gasping as you wanted to respond to him. “A-ah~! Y-you did good today, too... you deserve stuff too...”

Your breathing was getting in the way of you trying to talk, struggling to not moan between your words as he continued to tease you. He looked up at you inquisitively, cocking a brow as you spoke. “Yeah? How so?”

You caught whatever whimper you were about to let out in your throat, instead just answering him breathily, “I-... If that guy had... mmm~... had come up, I probably would have... been screwed... A-Ah~!” You cried out at the end of your sentence as he slipped two fingers in you with ease. Your head fell back as you closed your eyes, but you could hear the snickering under you.

“Mhmm~...” He laughed as he hummed to himself, pumping into you ever so slowly. “That is true... but you were the one who called out that he was there, yeah?” He looked up at you expecting a response, but you still were just moaning from his fingers. This was what he was taking pleasure in right now, seeing you struggle to form an answer while he was finger fucking you, losing yourself on him. “You watched while I choked him out, hmm? You know I know how to control a choke... I wonder if you thought about me doing that to you... fucking you with my hard cock while I choke you, already struggling to breath due to how breathless I leave you?”

You cried out as you thought of it, him giving you a harsh thrust and curling up his fingers, almost like a reward in itself for thinking that way. “Y-Yes~! God... fuck, I do, Sobie~...” You were whining out his name, your hips bouncing back on him as you were getting off to the thought of it.

He laughed darkly, quickening his pace and making you moan wantonly. “Heheh... maybe some other time... Do you know what I want right now, kochanie?”

You tried to catch your breath, becoming a mess under him, able to choke out a “W-What?” under your breath.

You looked down at him, seeing him smile just as deviously as his laugh, pulling his left arm out from under your leg to be by side, leaning up to your ear. Consequently, it pulled your good leg up more, letting his right hand that was harshly thrusting in reach even deeper. He spoke through gritted teeth, his breath hot on your ear as he did, “I want to fuck you and make you cum over and over again, until we’re both messes that can’t even think straight... until we forget the world and just focus on how good we feel... aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...” With every pause, he thrust deeply into you, making you cry out. He’d curl his fingers up just to torture you more, and you could hear the way his lips curled up into a smile with every reaction you had. You bucked your hips into him, wanting more and more, loving the idea he had.

He lowered himself back down, quickly wrapping his arm back around your leg to lift you up. He brought his mouth to your clit as soon as he could, latching on and suckling, not letting up on his barrage to your pussy. You cried out another curse, surprised you were screaming out of instinct, especially as his lust filled eyes locked with you again. You felt him smile, lifting up slightly. “Mmm~... I liked feeling your thighs on my face but... I think I like watching that pretty face moan my name more~...” Just as he finished his statement, he started lapping at your clit, able to see the way he was bouncing his tongue on it. And you did as he said, moaned out his name, making him chuckle on you. “That’s it... dobra dziewczynka~...” He cooed on you as he continued to lap at you, never seeming to stop getting wetter under his touch.

As he curled his fingers again you felt it. The world starting to slow as you bounced yourself against him, losing your breath as your closed eyes started seeing flashes. You felt your pussy clench on his fingers, but he quickly pulled them out. You whined, you were just about at your release, and he had stopped. You quickly opened your eyes, in your pure pleasure you hadn’t even felt that he let go of your thighs, stood on his knees in front of you, looking down as he undid his own belt. It made another pang of excitement hit you, almost cumming in anticipation of him. You wondered what your lustful face looked like as he started smiling and chuckling as he looked at you, pulling down his pants and boxers in one go. It sprung up immediately, him growling as the cool night air hit him. It was just as you felt even when it was confined, thick and clearly rigid as a rock as he wrapped his hand around it. He leaned down, both arms to the sides of you as he slowly pumped himself, just inches away from you. “Sorry, darling... I wanted to make sure you were nice and ready for me... So I could just...”

He quickly brushed his head just against your entrance, making sure he was lined up and thrusted his whole length in, in one go. You cried out, gripping hard onto his back as the knot in your stomach released, cumming as soon as you felt his head hit deep inside you. He growled right in your ear as he felt you tighten around him, gasping himself as he cooed praise in your ear, “There you go~... Taaaak, dobra dziewczynka~... Good girl~... Keep cumming for me... Kurwa~, kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...” It helped you as you came down from your high, though you were sure his back was going to look wartorn by the time you were done. You slowly caught your breath, opening your eyes and seeing him completely still inside you, him also breathing heavily as he looked at you. “T-tell me when you’re ready for me to move, kochan-”

You cut him off before he could finish, kissing him out of pure passion as his hips bucked slightly into yours, making you moan as your tongue slipped to meet his. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, but still showed just how much passion you were having. You broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes. “...How do you say ‘fuck me’ in Polish?”

You saw the way his eyes instantly dilated, just from hearing you say it in English. “...Pieprz mnie.” He was hesitant, though his breath remained heavy in his voice, he was wondering what you were plotting.

“Proszę, pieprz mnie, Sobiesław.”

He shut his eyes in pleasure, rolling them back as he rolled his hips back. “Oh mój jebany Boże~...” He thrust into you deeply, making you cry out again. You were still hypersensitive from the orgasm, you could feel the way you were still tight around him as he stretched you out. The thing was though that since you were so dazed, so love drunk already, you didn't even feel a single twinge of pain as he kept thrusting his thick cock in you. Maybe that was his plan, to get you to orgasm so you didn’t have to feel anything other than pure ecstasy as he entered... or maybe he just wanted you to cum on his dick first thing... both seemed valid.

He thrust into you evenly, his pace constant as his hips rolled perfectly, going deep inside of your tightening walls. You smiled as you lifted your hips up slightly, bring your feet under your knees, allowing him to hit you at an even more nirvanic angle as he followed. You were moaning constantly, unable to help yourself but you heard the way your pitch spiked once his hard head hit that one spot in you. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, watching your face intently when his eyes weren’t shut, taking in his own pleasure, mouth hung agape as he was breathing heavily, occasionally moaning himself. His mouth turned to a devilish smile though when your head flew back after hitting that spot, his hands holding your hips as he sat up on his knees.

“Right, there? You want to be fucked right there?” He growled his words as his stare intensified, solidifying his point by showing an example, thrusting harshly against your g-spot.

You cried out again, back arching as the grip on your hips tightened, making sure you wouldn’t roll yourself off him. “Ahh~! Y-yes, like that! Fuck, Sobie... please, don’t fucking stop~” You words came out dazed and desperate, almost starting to slur like you were getting drunk of his cock thrusting so deeply into you. Though you heard it too in his voice, words starting to slur when he had ate your pussy.

“Wasn’t planning on it...” He chuckled, though it was hard to keep up a joking demeanor when he felt so good. “Kurwa~... Boże, jak ciasno~...” You started bouncing yourself back against him, fucking yourself on him to take in as much pleasure as you could. It was hard though as your legs started shaking, losing focus as you felt your muscles tightening around him, heightening your senses again to only the sheer ecstasy of his cock slamming into you relentlessly. You heard him laugh darkly above you, grabbing your hips tighter and fucking you even harder. “You gonna cum again, kotku? Ahahaha~... Don’t hold yourself back... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...”

Even though you had no clue what he was saying, you immediately gave in, coming undone on his cock. You were left a spasming mess again, only held up by his strong hands wrapping around you and his praise showering you. “Good girl, mmm~... Kurwa, you feel like heaven~...” His thrusts slowed, letting you calm down from your orgasm, but still letting himself enjoy every little twitch, every contraction, every bit of extra sensitivity you had. You slowly came to, still feeling his slower, much more shallow thrust as he lets his hands drift to your thighs. Your orgasms seemed to leave you hypersensitive everywhere, feeling the fiery tingle even just as he dragged his fingertips over your soft flesh. He noticed the way you were looking at him, almost looking light-headed, looking up through heavy lids and gorgeous lashes, lust making your pupils take over your entire eye color. Just the way he wanted you... cock drunk beyond all imagination, so sensitive from orgasm after orgasm that you forgot even about the pain from your gash.

He let his hands slip just under your lower thigh, lifting up your left leg easily, but being more gentle with your right. Your left leg rested easily on his shoulder as he placed it there, letting his right hand reach over and trail along your stomach, pressing on your bandage as he kept lifting up your right leg slowly, watching you seriously to see your reaction. He was able to lift straight up, unable to feel any pain especially as his dick was still buried deep inside you. He let out a sigh of relief, returning his right hand to hold your other leg. “Good... you are holding up... thank fucking god because I know you only got one more left in you and I want to make sure I’m nice and deep when I cum with you~...”

His voice trailed off as he smiled wickedly, almost purring his statement as he made good on his word, immediately thrusting deeper than he did before. You screamed out, not caring anymore about your volume, or perhaps not even realizing as you just gave into the pleasure. Your hands were gripping hard at the blanket under you, glad you had laid it out as it helped ground you as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, trying to focus on him and watching as his cock disappeared into you. He seemed to be enjoying that sight too, but much more, he loved watching your face screw into pure bliss, crying out his name in choked breaths, moans becoming more hoarse as he never stopped pounding into you. He loved just how much you were enjoying this... that he was making you feel this way. He felt on top of the world.

His pace quickened as he felt you tighten again, the stars creeping at you faster from all the previous orgasms. Your throat felt tight, dehydrated from moaning and whining from him, your hand flew up from the blanket up to your own leg, desperately clawing at his hand to help you out, give you some sort of grounding. He quickly took it, squeezing as he leaned even closer to you. “Kurwa... Nie mogę... I can’t hold back~... Come on, kochanie~... so fucking good for me... taking me so well... Proszę... dojdź ze mną... Cum with me...”

His voice was airy, his thrust going even faster as he desperately chased his own ending, finally letting himself go. It took nothing for you, but the fast and deep thrust helped tip you over the edge as you finished on him for a third time, fingers interlacing with his and gripping hard. He gripped just as hard back as you tightened around him, almost as if your body was begging for you wordlessly for him to stay just as deep, to stay all the way in as he...

He growled as both his grip on your thigh and hand tightened exponentially, making you cry out even more as you spasmed under him. “Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...” He growled directly in your ear as he leaned over, doing one finally thrust as his growl transitioned to a moan. You felt it, his hot, thick load cum into your hypersensitive walls, able to feel every drop drip down you as he made sure your legs stayed up right. He did small, shallow thrusts to keep himself stimulated but for the most part, his hips stayed completely flush with yours. He made sure you were not going to miss a single drop from him.

You both slowly opened your eyes, meeting each other with hands still interlocked, exchanging heavy pants as he remained leaning over you. It was almost like you were both in complete disbelief, the world frozen as you two took in the lingering feeling, and the new feeling arising post coitus. Instantly, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you more passionately than ever, the only way to relieve this feeling, to express how he felt. Your other hand rose from the blanket to wrap around his neck, the little bits of his hair pouring over and tangling with your fingers. He was still holding your leg, but let go, letting them fall off his shoulders as they laid down more comfortably. He broke the kiss, looking deeply into your eyes, his head lightly shaking in disbelief. “Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...”

You giggled softly, looking at him with light hearted confusion. “And that means...?”

He looked taken aback a moment, before clearing his throat. “You were fucking amazing...”

Your laugh continued, though you kept it quiet, trying not to offend him by thinking you were laughing at him. Part of you thought though maybe had completely forgotten he needed to translate. “Mmm... I can say the same... holy shit, how many times did I...?”

Your voice trailed off, not needing to finish before he could answer you. “Three...” His smile was wide, proud of himself. “Heheh... I think I can go for more next time... maybe even a couple from me too...” Still as cocky and overzealous as usual, but you had to admit, it attracted you even more to him. Not to mention the prospect of it was enticing... maybe you would have to remember to stop by his dorm more often.

He slowly pulled himself out, you hadn’t even realized he was still inside until you felt it, making you gasp slightly out of instinct. He leaned up and reached over, grabbing the towel he threw aside early and putting it right under you. You helped him out, lifting your legs and not letting them down until you were sure it was under you. You also didn’t want to ruin your blanket, though you were sure it was slightly stained forever from you two tonight. He sat back as he watched you set your legs down, watching his seed slowly spill out of you in awe. He bit his lip, his cock twitching at the sight. Almost by instinct, he let his hand drift down, sliding past your folds and letting two fingers in. You gasped at the feeling, starting to sit up as you locked eyes with him. “S-Sobie... I can’t-”

He cut you off, giving you a small kiss to gently silence you. “I know you can’t take anymore tonight, kotku. Mmm... I just can’t help it when you feel so good...” He smiled softly, leaning over to your ear as he whispered, “I want to make sure every bit stays in... Kurwa, you just look so beautiful dripping with my cum...”

You blushed at the comment, smiling back as you turned to look at him. You locked your lips with his again, with lazy but strong love drunk passion. True to his word, his fingers stayed completely still, even as you adjusted and, out of instinct, grinded against him, he remained them as stable as could be.

The kiss broke after a few moments, letting his fingers slip out at the same time. He looked at the way they shined in the dim lighting, your own wet juices mixed with his cum. He locked eyes with you as he took his middle finger into his mouth, letting it come out trailing on his tongue. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw a blush return to your cheeks, biting your lip as you watched him. He held his hand up to your mouth, offering you his ring finger that was still wet. You smiled, coyly wrapping your tongue around the tip before taking him in. The way it tasted... you made a mental note for next time to make sure he got some head of his own. But the way he was watching you, mouth agape as he felt the way you sucked his finger clean, something told you he would desperately want that.

He hastily pulled his finger out, clearing his throat as he broke eye contact, looking at the ground. “Cholera... Nope... Can’t be doing this again, I’ll get myself too excited.” He pulled his boxers up, sitting on his knees as he pulled his pants up. He reached over while pulling his fly up, tossing your pants to you. As you put your panties back on, you knew tomorrow was gonna be... somewhat uncomfortable to you. Most certainly they would be ruined, especially if he tried teasing you on comms. Maybe that would be his next mission.

Once you had your pants back on, you laid back, crashing onto the ground with the blanket breaking your fall. You didn’t even care, didn’t even feel anything as you were still in pure bliss from him. He quickly looked over to you, hearing your body softly fall, genuine concern in his eyes. “You okay, kochanie?”

You smiled and nodded. “Mhmm... you just wore me out, that’s all...”

The concern immediately dropped, smiling and softly laughing to himself. “Is that so? Hmm... maybe I’ll have to go more gentle next time?” He slowly lowered himself behind you, his broad chest against your back as his warm arm acted as a blanket.

“No, no,” you said quickly, earning another laugh from him. “I can take it just... fuck, that was so good.”

You felt him smile a big grin as he pressed his lips on the crown of your head, softly kissing it. “I’m glad you like it, because you were... God, words can’t even describe you...”

You smiled softly, happy that you were both mutually pleased. The way you both had the best time... wanting more but now just enjoying this moment you had. You held tightly onto his arm, snuggling yourself into him and shutting your eyes, taking in everything about him; the soft smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, the sound of his heart softly thumping in his chest, the feeling as he breathed deeply with you against him. With your eyes closed and feeling so relaxed, worn out from everything still, you found it hard not to doze off. “Mmm... you’re gonna be on first watch then, right?”

You heard him laugh softly, his other hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t worry about that... I’m not going anywhere right now...” He pressed another kiss to your head, taking longer as he took a deep breath in. “If I die tonight, I’ll die happily with you in my arms...”

You didn’t even care because you absolutely agreed. You two were too far out, no one would find you. You would much rather enjoy the presence of his warm, cuddly body as you fell asleep.

Translations! Kurwa- Fuck/Fucking. Multiple Polish ppl told me this is like the most universal curse and it is basically used like how we say fuck/fucking in English. Nie- No Maleńka- little. Literally just translates to little but is a diminutive generally used toward smaller girls. Cholera- Shit/Fuck/Damn. This one doesn't have a direct translation but again, is more of an exclamation you say Ej dupku- Hey asshole Oko za oko!- An eye for an eye Dobra- Alright O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.- Oh, so she knows what 'kurwa' means? What a smart girl. Ja pierdolę- Fuck me/Fuck's sake Kurwa... Dlaczego uważam to za...- Fuck... why do I find this... (he cuts himself off before he says 'why do I find this hot') Kochanie- darling/dear/baby, pet name Kotku- kitty/kitten Twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.- Your body is talking for you. Taka dobra dziewczynka...- Such a good girl... Chętnie...- Gladly... No dalej...- Come on... Jesteś moja na cała noc...- And you are all mine tonight... Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...- Please, baby... I need you... Cholernie cię potrzebuję...- I fucking need you... Lubisz to, kochanie?- You like it, baby? Poł-- he cuts himself off before he says 'Połóż się' which is lay back Aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...- Until I can't even translate myself anymore. Taaaak...- Yessss Kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...- Keep cumming for me... Oh mój jebany Boże~...- Oh my fucking God~... Boże, jak ciasno~...- God, so tight~... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...- Come on, darling, cum for me~... Nie mogę...- he cuts himself off before he says 'Nie mogę się powstrzymać' which is I can't hold myself back Proszę... dojdź ze mną...- Please... cum with me... Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...- Mine... you're all fucking mine... Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...- Shit, you were fucking amazing...

[kingkatsuki]

Okay but Bakugou being stuck is so funny to me cause I imagine it's a very quick, stubborn and a little stupid decision he makes.

He's fast on a villain's heels that he's chasing they are quick to jump through a hole in the wall of the abandoned warehouse they're in. Now WHY Bakugou doesn't just blast the wall in the first place , who's to say, but NOW he's stuck. Palms by his side as his broad chest and shoulders are wedged into the thick concrete and hes lucky no rebar is jutting out of the hole his dumb ass thought he could fit through.

And you know its funny he gets stuck like this, ass out and cheeks slightly rounded from the angle.

Almost the exact position you were stuck in just last month and instead of catching the villain he stoped to help you. Mostly by ripping your uniform, berating you before eating and finger fucking your cunt until you cried.

And you intend to return the favor before husking at the angry blonde that

"Karma's a bitch."

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It’s embarrassing as the number two hero when he gets stuck, the awkward angle makes it difficult for him to aim his explosions towards the hole to get himself out.

“Careful, Dynamight.” The satisfaction oozing through your tone has him thrashing irritably, trying to back out of the tight space— but it’s futile, “You might hurt yourself.”

“Just get me out,” He snarls, “Now.”

And of course you’re going to help him, the villain now long gone but it doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun with him first.

“What’re ya doin’?” He rasps when your hands begin squeezing the swell of his ass, feeling him stiffen under your touch before trying to wriggle away from your grip. 

“Remember when I got stuck like this that time?” You hum, reaching around his hips to unbuckle his utility belt, the clank of his grenades dropping down to the stone floor has Bakugou’s throat going dry and his heart hammering against his chest, “And you told me that it ain’t so bad.”

He can feel the cool chill of the warehouse when you pull his pants down his thighs, his tight underwear following as he snarls in frustration. He can’t see you, but he can feel every slight touch of your hands as you lay your palms flat against both cheeks of his ass, spreading them apart before landing a harsh smack against one of them. Causing him to jolt forward as he hisses out a sharp ‘fuck’.

“Stop messin’ about and get me outta here. The villain could still be here—”

You knew there was no chance. There wasn’t a villain in the city that would stick around with Dynamight hot on his heels, especially when he’d been so close to being detained.

“You’re so so silly, Dynamight.” You smile, letting your thumb press against his taint as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, “Letting yourself get stuck in such a precarious position.”

You’re leaning over him now, your warm breath fanning against his fluttering hole as he tries to choke back the groan that threatens to spill from his lips when he feels your tongue swipe at his entrance, cheeks flushed pink as you see his cock begin to harden between his thighs.

“You never know who could find you like this.”

[unofficial-sean]

On Scorn (Spoilers)

Now that I’ve covered the non-spoiler reflection, its time to get into the details. Fellow scorn players: whaaaat the actual fuck?!!?!

Okay, first off, that first puzzle room was brilliant and unsettling, but when you you finally retrieve that. . . pod creature. . . it was heart wrenching. You spent how ever much time, before, looking at these machines and inferring their function. What is this area for? Some sort of flesh processing facility? Are husks made here? Was I made here? Who operates and runs this facility? Aliens? Why are the controls humanoid, then? Are we on another planet?

In the buzzsaw roof, you find shriveled bodies with deep cuts in their skull. I thought to myself, “whatever I must do, I’m gonna have to take another person and run them through this horrible factory.” I thought I was prepared. I was not.

The pod creature cries out to you with not mouth. It looks at you with human eyes. It reaches for you. It pleads. But you have to keep pushing the cart. The first process, attaching some for of machinery to the pod. It screams in pain. Is it. . . part of the pod? It keeps reaching out. Keep looking at you with two eyes and no mouth. It squeals. I was so distressed and disturbed. It’d be weird if I wasn’t. Next, I take it to the scoop-like machine. I’m guessing I have to remove the creature--no, person--from the pod, and then take him to the buzz saw. Fuck, I have to take him to the saw. A crane carries him to the scoops cradle. I activate the scoop. . .

He lifts his arms up in a useless attempt to prevent the scoop from gouging him out. He screams with not mouth. The scoop cuts off one of his arms, lifts his mangled body from the pod, and drops his bloody corpse into the hole. and-

Wait, what?! I thought I had to take him to the saw after this. Now he’s just gone?! Yep. All I’m left with is an arm. I realized, then, that I could have taken him to the saw, first. He’d probably have tried to stop it with his arm, too, and it would be cut off all the same. I can’t imagine what that must have looked like. I don’t want to.

I then figured out what the solution was and was on my way. 

Last thing I wanted to air was the first creature you encounter after the, uh. . whit goop explosion-spill? You black out and wake up in some pod with an umbilical cord in your chest. You walk across the wasteland, taking everything in, enter the facility, and you’re back where you started. It was a brilliant full-circle.

Anyways, the creature. it eventually jumps on you and I thought either I was gonna kill it, or it was gonna leave me mangled or throw me into a new area. Nope! It climbs on my back and shoves its hands into my chest cavity and give me my weapon back. So this creature is a friend! In a fucked up kinda way. Nothing to fear. You continue on as normal. . . until you are stopped when it removes its hands and shoves them back in again. If you whip out the jack hammer after this happens, you can see that you lose a health bar. Oh, so it’s killing me. Like a parasite.

So, the new goal is to remove it from me at some point. Awesome.

The first hostile creatures you can kill in this new flesh infested area left me worse for wear. I’m in the area with the cages and cranes, and I learned that you can actually hide from the acid creature at the bottom of that corridor (that you have to go through). Just stand around the corner. It will walk (very fucking slowly) all the way up, and then de-spawn. I couldn’t believe it. So that’s an option. I’ve died twice in this section, and after considering having to go through this are for the third time in one sitting, I called it quits.

Let me know your thoughts! Share your insights or tricks! Up to where I’m at, obviously. Don’t spoil it haha.

Footnote: Look at my shadow. See anything wrong? (other than the fact that my jack hammer in not in my hands)

I’ll tell ya the answer: WHERE’S THE BIG PARASITE THAT IS CURRENTLY CLINGING TO ME AND HAS ITS HANDS IN MY CHEST?! I had hoped this would provide a subtle horror moment where, if you noticed, you could see the parasite on you, since you can’t see it otherwise. It’s be a nice garnish. But nope!

[agentqv]

“We Will Speak Again After”

A Binx/Andhera Fanfic

Part IV: Void and Hope

The forest freezed and billowed, a harsh hurricane of winter and shadow had seemingly come early to the woods in autumn.

A sense of despair had overtaken Andhera, who found themselves staring into the eye of the storm… at his mother who cruelly caressed his freezing face, draped in moonlight.  

Her robes and tendrilled hair waved wildly with the howling wind. Her shark-like eyes glowed like starlit rubies. Her shadowy dark skin remained unfettered by this overwhelming display.

The pain Andhera felt from her touch was much, but the sheer despair and desolation was where his mother truly thrived. It’s what the Queen lived for, the joy of watching light be extinguished… she didn’t feel much else he imagined. It was all a self-fulfilling prophecy to her, and this was a lesson in hubris.

The Queen was quiet as a whisper as looming shadows flickered past their dark faces.

“My throne was forged with steel and shadow. You will find your sentiment to be no substitute. That’s why you and your unworthy Crafter shall not live to sit my throne. You will be consumed by the cold night, and you will be left behind, a forgotten lifeless freezing husk… The only story that will survive you, will serve as a lesson to those who come next.” Her voice amplified into his very core. “And may they learn your story and know true gratitude within their hearts.”

She mourned and eulogized her son in the only way she was able to. Hey ecstasy was reaching its end.

“And all memory of the Court of Craft will die with your Dear Binx.”

Andhera’s eye contact wavered as he shivered. A slim fearful tear iced down his cheek. The tear slid into the Queen’s grasp, and she paused, pulling her hand from his face to inspect it.

An odd unknowable look took over her face. Perhaps she saw how pathetic he was. How disappointing this was, that he can’t at least face death with dignity.

Maybe she should have just gotten it over with.

“Answer me… Prince Andhera of the Unseelie. What last words do you have? What would you have me tell your Crafter when the cold night at last comes for her?”

And they were at last words, Andhera heaved, staring into this soulless void of an archfey.

He heaved, about to devise a final insult, and then… something felt off.

In that moment, Andhera felt strange. It was as if something was reaching out to him, embracing him. A warmth, a hope, a fire.

This is a fire.

And he thought about Binx… and how there was so much he wanted to tell her.

In that moment, a calm came upon the prince. Like he could see clearer than he ever saw before. He realized how very wrong his mother was about him, and about Binx.

He was a Knight of the Court of Craft

And Andhera understood how far he’d go for Binx. He remembered their promise.

Nothing can happen to you.

Nothing can happen to you.

It gave them strength, a sense of connection that could sustain him.

So with a slim ember of confidence, Andhera spoke the only truth he knew.

“I am a Knight of the Court of Craft, and I would do it all again. For her. For the world they want. For the world they’ve given me… I’ll do anything.”

There is a pause, as pairs of red eyes peer to each other in the darkness. The storm flickering, as their mother stares, somehow frustrated. The contemplation is palpable in her glare. In her distraction the Queen is caught off guard, with a sudden whizzing sound nearly obfuscated by the storm.

The Queen of Air and Darkness is pushed forward into their son, impaled in the back with a thickly oversized crossbow bolt tinged in magic. In the impromptu embrace, Andhera recognizes she was struck in the same place on himself that Suntar had planted her spike long ago. And the “spike” was still there, plunged deeply. As he holds her in this manner, he feels her body shake, she feels frail after suffering such a sudden and sharp attack.

A fire grows within him as he realized something…

There was a reason his mother never debased herself with corporeality. It was when she was least omniscient, and most vulnerable.

The Queen hisses and the storm fractures. A black tar like substance sizzles from her wound and an animalistic fury takes over her crimson eyes. The monarch’s façade had fractured and she was controlled by pure instinct.

In the next six seconds, Andhera’s mother holds a hand out and tendrils of shadowy ashen darkness reave out in the direction of the attack. They hear trees shatter behind the dark veil.

A second bolt comes from an opposite direction and into the Shadow Monarch’s side. It was as if the storm had obfuscated the intruder’s visage and footsteps, the Queen became a prisoner of her own hubris. In her efforts to overwhelm and overpower, she got greedy.

The bolt pierces her, but slides out just as easily, covered in simmering black tar. It’s a hard hit, but the shock of the first hit has hardened her.

A third bolt erupts, but the Queen instinctively predicted it would, and unleashes the storm in a burst that shatters the bolt and blasts the surrounding area in a sharp freezing gust. A whirlwind of leaves and shadow dance in the air as the Queen’s storm was no more. Andhera uses what little strength he has to suppress it.

He is too dazed to move when the Queen releases them. Andhera slid down and saw at the clearing’s edge was a frazzled individual with messy short chestnut hair, sun-kissed skin and moth wings. Andhera’s heart skipped a beat.

Binx, stood there covered in dirt, grime and leaves; brandishing a crossbow shaped like a wishbone. Despite their fear and weakened state, the prince can’t help but feel an inkling of pride for their Dear Binx.

Their mother bled more tar as Binx loaded another bolt. She whispers words, and with an ashy flash,  Binx casts magic on her position, a cloud of autumn fog surrounds and obfuscates her.

A frustrated Queen of Air and Darkness turns her form to fire another tendril of shadow into the fog. The mist clears but Binx isn’t there anymore, only more trees torn asunder.

Andhera finds strength to stand up. With the Queen’s back to him, Andhera recognizes there’s only one thing he can do to help Binx in this fight. He pounds his fist onto the spike still engulfed in his mother’s back.

They drive it deeper into her form. Her slick tar burns his skin, but her feral scream is worse. A spine tingling wail erupts and could be heard for miles, storm clouds that weren’t there before erupt in lightning. Andhera tries to hit it again, but she knew he would.

The Queen of Air and Darkness shifts, her body briefly becomes shadow and allows his hand to pass through her form. It then contorts and twists and she turns to ferociously grab her son by the throat with one hand, shakily holding him up. More of his dark blood drips in her bone chilling grip, but he doesn’t pay that any mind.

Andhera sees that animalistic fury in her eyes as whatever look of recognition between mother and son is overwhelmed by pure instinct. But the prince sees something else…

Andhera recognizes it as a look of fear, desperate fear.

His mother was afraid.

The prince wanted to relish in that, but he couldn’t. It would have been much easier if he could. Instead, all he saw was something all too familiar, he couldn’t help but see it.

Looking into her terrified gaze, Andhera thought he was looking at himself, and he was looking at Binx. He saw someone so alone and so afraid, that they became the worst version of themself, if only to survive. Because to let other people in, to love someone, only for them to hurt you, to leave you, to abandon you… It was the worst feeling in the world.

It was easier to let your heart become a void, then to let yourself feel that way ever again.

His mother built a throne of steel and shadow so she could hide behind it.

Because in a heartless world like that, where love was weakness and vulnerability, of course magic was scarce. Nothing could survive in that world beyond instinct, not even hope.

And he pitied her. For the first time in his life, Andhera pitied the Queen of Air and Darkness.

So Andhera did the only thing they could do. Their hand tensely fell to their mother’s back, and instead of pushing it in further, he breathed heavily… and pulled out the spike.

The Queen froze as the bolt fell from Andhera’s grasp to the inky laden grass below. As he dropped it, Andhera cast a spell, a new one he had learned just after the Bloom.

He cast Beacon of Hope.

And like Binx once did for him, Andhera gave hope to his mother.

Nothing is said as a wave of warm calmness swells over the Queen’s form. This energy flows between them, it helps her overcome the furor ridden state that overtook her. The lioness’s fury is dissipated, and Andhera watches for the first time as his mother experiences something that isn’t malice. She’s not sure what it is. She only knows that her son did it for her.

And for the first time, since she could remember a time, the Queen of Air and Darkness finally sees her child. Her confused softening eyes stare into their warm gentle gaze, a calm serene look covers the Unseelie Prince, satisfied with his choice.

The Queen’s dark lip is quivering. Why did he do this?

She was his enemy, trying to murder the one he loved… and yet he couldn’t help but be kind to her.

And why was he still alive?

This should be the moment of his death! So deeply, she wants to bury her fist into his abdomen and expel shadow. To conclude this overwhelming melee in the proper way. So very deeply she wants to keep her word.

But the fight fades from her scarlet eyes, and the storm is gone.

In that moment, Andhera watches a confused tear slide down her face. It wasn’t of black ichor. It was very much like his own tears. And for that moment, Andhera felt her grip on their neck was waning, and her touch upon his skin wasn’t so chilling. 

Relatively speaking, her touch was almost warm.

As she holds them still, his feet now touching the ground, a wishbone shaped crossbow is held up behind the Queen from six feet away.

“LET HIM GO YOU BITCH!” The last Weaver of Fate roared, tapping into a strength she didn’t know was there, feral in her own right. The Queen’s gaze drifts to Binx.

A fourth crossbow bolt is fired, but the Shadow Monarch catches it with a swift breeze propelled by her free hand. The bolt tumbles in the wind’s grasp before harmlessly dropping onto a bed of ruined inky flowers, next to the spike.

And she notices the spike, and in her gaze is forced to dwell on it.

The Queen finally drops her son, he‘s too weak to stand and plumets to the ground.

Binx stares down the shadowy figure, hands trembling but steady. The Queen’s fury is no more, and with a hand to her pierced side she studies her wounds… and even more swiftly studies the main perpetrator.

To Binx, the Queen had an unknowable gaze, eyes of gleaming crimson stared into their very soul.

The wind rustles between them in a tense breeze. Leaves flow and finally settle upon the moonlit clearing.

Andhera’s act of kindness made no sense to the Queen… but this? This she could grasp. This drifting shadow of a woman sees something in Binx. Something her son didn’t have.

The rogue thought they saw the beginnings of an incredulous smirk, turning to a grin showcasing her razor teeth. She regards her son, forcefully and abrasively ignoring the kindness he performed, composure restored, and sentiment vanquished. A momentary lapse in judgement averted.

“I like her.” She whispers. “Your Weaver has spirit. And nerves of steel befitting…”

She trails off, unable to complete that thought.

“Keep her close, my little cub.”

Binx watched in a confused terror as the Queen of Air and Darkness laughs, a cruel black ichor streams from her eyes and wounds. Her dark tears cover the decaying flowers in tar. She laughs, like she just heard the funniest joke in the world.

Andhera’s mother unravels, her long hair became tar, sliding down her slick skin. She drips into shadowy darkness, and covered the ground. To someone watching from above, they’d see a massive inkblot staining the moon drenched field.

The prince feels a serenity wash over them as the Queen has finally left, no doubt to return home to make their people miserable. So he finds solace in Binx’s arms.

“Thanks for finding me.” He whispered, vision blurring.

“Always.” Binx tears up as Andhera passes out. Safe at last.

                                                  Author’s Notes:

This is... interesting for me. This was supposed to be the last part, but because of a change in this chapter, I needed to pull back the ending to be our part V.

In the original draft, this was just going to be a scene where Binx fought the Queen, and it was impressive and she would impress Andhera’s mom and inspire her to view Binx as a potential successor as Andhera’s partner. But then I realized Andhera probably needed to help, and I had already set up Binx shooting the spike in the queen’s back, so it became obvious as a way for Andhera to thematically hurt his mom. So in the moment he did that.

And then that stuck with me... because Andhera doesn’t want to hurt his mom, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He never hurt Suntar (though he did inconvenience her). And like in a game of DND, my understanding of the situation suddenly and violently changed.

Andhera’s whole entire arc in the show is about the importance of sentiment and empathy. It linked him to Binx and the others PCs, and it gave him a connection to something greater than he was. But the arc as wonderful as it is, isn’t finished. It dawned on me, that Andhera would see himself in his mother. He would see someone so afraid of her own feelings and getting hurt, that she built an entire facade to contain them and ruthlessly lashes out at anyone who overcomes it. In the prior chapter she literally had a defense mechanism that preyed on the subject’s trauma, and that felt tragically thematic. It felt like a “Hurt people hurt people” kind of deal.

And with that understanding (and potentially as the ultimate “Fuck you, sentiment is good”) Andhera would do for his mother what Binx did for him, and take out the spike and stop the abuse. Even if it got him killed, he wasn’t going to become his mother. That is the completion of his arc in my eyes, and I think it’s beautiful. 

This isn’t me saying “forgive your abusers.” Not at all. But dimension 20 is a show built around Brennan Lee Mulligan’s great and incredible empathy, it’s an empathy that Aabria shares . And it felt right to use that empathy in this story in this way. It felt like an insane choice for me to suddenly make, but it also felt like the right choice. In that way, Parts 3 and 4 have unexpectedly become the climax to both Binx and Andhera’s character arcs, and hopefully as good a thematic continuation of ACOFAF that someone like me could possible write. it feels really cool.

Anyways, Part V will come out soon, and it’ll conclude this tale with Binx and Andhera having an important conversation about what just transpired. I hope you liked this.

[oldflyingraven]

Day 6: Proof of life

Theme: Proof of Life

Joe waits for a sign of life. Any sign of life. (Continuation of chapter 4)

Read it here or on AO3!

@whumptober-archive

The only thing giving away that Cleo was still alive was the way her eyes were moving under their eyelids. He hadn’t heard her speak since she’d said his name a couple of days ago. There had been no time for him to even respond to her call before she’d slipped away again. The fever had left her body, leaving it sickly cold. There was no pulse. She wasn’t breathing. Joe let out a shaky breath and ran his thumb over Cleo’s knuckles. Void, he hated seeing her like this. The skin and flesh covering her right ribcage had started to rot away. His first attempt at helping her with bandages soaked in healing potion had ended up eating away at her body more. Now it was wrapped with fresh bandages soaked in potions of harming. It healed normal zombies, but he had no clue if it would heal Cleo. But her eyes were still moving. That’s the one thing he could clutch onto. Her eyes were still moving. Her code barely revealing anything. All he could get from it was that something in her was still… alive? Fighting? It gave him a headache to look at. Touching it made him feel sick to his stomach. He wanted to do more but he had no idea where to start. Besides that, he was scared that if he touched her very being it would be the final push. If she hadn’t crossed that line already.

“Come on kid. Don’t leave just yet. There’s still so many things for us here.” he muttered.

Kid. Cleo truly was a kid compared to him. He’d been walking the worlds since the primes were still around. Honestly, he’d lost count of how old he was. And then you had Cleo. Sweet Cleo. His best friend. Who he’d known for years now. Who was just in her mid twenties. Old enough to be somewhat wise but still so young to him.

This was all his fault in the first place. He should have never brought her to that forsaken world. She’d begged him, but he shouldn’t have listened. Because now she was laying on a bed in his guestroom, as good as dead. A shaky sob worked it’s way out of him. “I need my adventure buddy Cleo. You can’t just die because of some stupid virus.” his chest tightened and he couldn’t stop himself from smacking his fist down roughly onto the bedside table. “This is unfair!” he cried. Seeing Cleo so vulnerable, so weak, it reminded him of the first time he’d lost someone to this virus. This glitch. Whatever this was. He remembered how his friend had writhed in pain. How the light had slowly left his eyes. How his skin had turned to a deep, rotting green. And how he’d finally slipped away begging Joe for help. He’d buried his friend deep in the ground before leaving that world. Sealing it to prevent the spread of the glitch. He didn’t want to do that again. He couldn’t do that again. He’d lost so many people. He couldn’t bear to lose another one.

Joe was clutching on to any hope left. Cleo’s skin hadn’t turned the deep ugly green of a normal zombie. Nor had it taken on the sickly yellow of a husk. It sat between those, a pale green. Her code seemed to be stabilising marginally. New wounds were not appearing.

Void. He was desperate wasn’t he.

The tears finally fully broke through. He hated this. Hated being so powerless. Sobs wracked his body as he clutched Cleo’s hand tighter. “Come back.” his voice was thinner than he’d heard it be in a long, long time. “Please come back.”

He felt a slight pressure around his hand. Was he imagining it? Was Cleo really-

His eyes flew back up to his friend. Bloodshot and grey eyes were staring at him. Thin fingers enveloped his wrist.

Icy fear took hold of his heart. What if she had succumbed? What if she was going to lunge at him? He couldn’t bear to kill her.

All at once his fears were dispelled.

“Hi Joe.”

[infinitesuckuyome]

Sugar Daddy Obito

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact:

❥ Obito would definitely have you be a live-in sugar baby, so he could protect & look after you + he’s very clingy & wants to have you as close to him as possible.

❥ Obviously he’d take care of any and all monetary issues, but in return he wants to have someone around who genuinely cares for his well-being. 

Doing things like: cheering him up when he’s feeling down (since he can be very self-critical, having you be there for him will help get rid of those self-depreciating habits), listening when he needs to vent about work/personal issues, making him laugh when he gets too tense, and generally being there to turn his residence into a place of happiness/warmth/love - a home that he’s actually happy to come back to at the end of the day.

❥ He’s a bit of a workaholic, has always put his career first and that hasn’t given him much time to actually go out and meet people, let alone explore the things he’s into. This man is wound up so tight & is touch deprived as hell- he didn’t even realized how bad it was until he met you...then everything just hit him all at once. 

❥ Obito is very shy when it comes to women - always feeling like he’s saying the wrong things or being too awkward. The boldest thing he’s ever done is asking you to enter into this arrangement. How he was able to fumble his way through that?... he’ll never know.

❥ At the beginning of your arrangement, he was super vanilla and extremely nervous - Obito didn’t have much experience outside of a couple one night stands here & there, so he had no idea how to ask for what he wanted / was afraid to scare you off. He just can’t help but get flustered around you, but luckily for him, you knew exactly how to coax things out of your sweet sugar daddy.

“Welcome home!” you chirp, pulling him into the foyer by his tie, guiding him to take a seat at the luxurious leather couch that sat in the middle of his living room. 

He looked so mesmerized, letting out an involuntary moan as you sat on his lap. His hands came up to your hips, kneading at the plush flesh. He never imagined what it would be like to have someone to come home to- he certainly never imagined he’d be coming home to someone so...stimulating. Obito felt like every cell and fiber of his being was buzzing. He felt almost overwhelmed, heart racing as his cock twitched insistently, causing a deep blush to appear on his cheeks.

“How was your day?” you asked, draping your arms loosely around his neck. 

“M-my day?” he repeated, confused about why you’d be interested in such a trivial matter. 

“Mhm, I wanna know” you husked, rolling your hips against him. 

“I- ahh just don’t want to bore you, Angel. It’s nngh- not important.” Obito’s head dipped back, barely able to string words together- all he could focus on was the way you were rubbing up against him. 

“Okay then, let’s talk about something else, hm?” You suggest, hopping off his lap. Obito whined at the loss of contact, giving you a disappointed pout. 

A giggle left your lips at the face he made as you slide your panties down your legs, throwing them aside. “Why don’t you take these off so I can sit on your cock and we can talk about all the things you want to do to me...” you trailed off, tugging at his belt. 

“Okay, ye-yeah let’s do that!” he rasped, eagerly complying. 

You pumped him a few times before straddling his lap, slowly sinking down on his length. “Fuck” Obito groaned, dark eyes gazing into yours. 

“You like that daddy?” you asked, taking his hand and placing your cheek in his palm, nuzzling against it. 

“Uh-huh” he moaned, nodding dumbly.

You smiled at his response. “What else do you like? Tell your Angel how to make you feel good.” 

❥ Obito isn’t used to receiving such intimate affection, so he gets worked up pretty easily. Deep slow kisses, tracing the curve of his lip with your tongue, lightly nipping at his jaw - it all gets him so aroused that he just whimpers & moans against you.  

❥ He absolutely adores when you shower him with attention as soon as he gets home, claims it helps him “re-charge”. You’re literally his favorite person in the world & he lives for the warmth you give him. 

“Daddy, you’re back!” you squeal, launching yourself into his arms. 

“Hnng- fuck yes!” Obito sighs dreamily. “Daddy’s home baby, come here! he hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. ~ This makes his whole day of toiling away at work worth every minute, knowing that he’d be coming home to someone so excited to see him. 

❥ Obito Uchiha: The ultimate slut for domesticity 

❥ He can get stressed fairly easily, though he’ll never complain about it & has the tendency to overwork himself- this man was just a ball of stress before you came into his life. Now though, he’s got you to remind him when he needs to take a break and show him how to relax for once in his life.

Sure, he’s daddy, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to be looked after; reassure Obito that you’re there to look after him too, not just the other way around. 

❥ Whenever Obito works from home and it looks like he needs to chill out for a bit, just come up behind him to rest you chin on his shoulder. Nibble at his earlobe while raking your nails down his chest~

“Daddy, how much longer?” you complain. 

“I’m almost done baby, I promise.” he assures you. 

“You work too hard, has anyone ever told you that?” you sighed. 

“I may have heard that before” he says sheepishly. 

“Then take a break...please, please just a little one.” you whine against his jaw. ~and just like that he’s dragging you off to bed.

❥ Obito loves bubble baths, especially after a long day when he just wants to relax and have you close to him. Massage his scalp or shoulders and he’ll make the cutest whines & groans. Kick it up a notch by pressing your soapy boobs against his back to make him instantly hard.

Ask him tedious little questions like what he wants for breakfast the next day or if there’s anywhere he wants to go during the weekend- he’ll do his best to respond coherently but just ends up stuttering through it all because, how can he give you a straight answer when everything you’re doing feels so fucking fantastic?

Slowly trail your hands down to pump his shaft, his head will fall back against you as he shallowly rocks his hips against your hand. ~ he’s in heaven

❥ Clingy Daddy Obito who’s cuddles always turn into him humping you because he can’t help himself- he’s touch starved and stressed af & you’re so beautiful, you feel so damn good, you smell so nice...fuck it makes him lightheaded. Good luck getting him to let you get out of bed on the weekends, it’s just going to be a non-stop cuddly fuck-fest! Stay hydrated.

❥ He’s so damn thorough, total body worship king - will kiss/grope/lick anything he can get his big grabby hands on!

❥ When it comes to you, Obito fells like he can’t ever get enough. No matter how long he holds you, no matter how much he cuddles you, no matter how often he touches you- he needs more.

❥ Often stutters when he’s fucking you because you feel so tight/warm all around him, lots of grunts and broken moans of “thank you” & “love you” in your ear- he just can’t believe he gets to be inside of you whenever he wants.

❥ Is literally too shy to buy you lingerie or bedroom costumes on his own, so when you bring up something that catches your eye or that you want to try out- he so soo thrilled. Really appreciates that you take initiative & surprise him with something new you ordered. All the tension drains from his body and he can just get lost in the moment with you.

❥ During sex, if you coo about how handsome he is or how much you want him to fill you up- it’ll make his eyebrows crease & heart flutter while he pants out that he’s not gonna last long. Blushes so pretty when you give him praise and always has a look of surprise like he’s thinking “Is she really talking about me??”

❥ Run your fingers through his hair and he’ll melt for you... after work, first thing in the morning, while you’re making out, when his head is between your thighs- it’s always a good time to play with his hair.

❥Obito gets so turned on when you talk dirty to him, especially if it comes out of nowhere. 

“You’re so cute, Angel.” Obito sighs, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“If you think I'm so cute then why am I not choking on your cock rn? You ask with a pout.

*Obito.exe has stopped working”

❥ He has so much fun shopping with you; whether it’s at the grocery store where he lets you dictate what should be on the menu that week, or if you two are out shopping for clothes where he happily watches as you model outfit after outfit for him ~ more than anything, he enjoys being able to spoil someone he adores. 

❥ You wear the prettiest outfits when he takes you out, Obito loves anything you wear, but will get super territorial when he catches others staring. Will death glare or straight up knock someone out if he catches them gawking at you for too long. “Anything more than 3 seconds is a challenge.”

Always fucks you roughly when you get back home because he’s still annoyed about earlier & needs to remind himself that your his. “Look at this cute little pussy, who does it belong to, Y/N? Tell me” he growls into your ear, possessiveness raging within him. 

“Yours, it’s all yours daddy!” you mewl, wrapping your legs around him. 

❥You bought a body chain once & Obito lost his damn mind. He’d only ever used chains in combat, so there was something incredibly erotic about seeing them on your body. The delicate metal wrapped around your neck, trailing down to nestle between your cleavage while temptingly framing the curve of your hips. Makes his mouth water~

❥ Buys you a custom anklet with his initials, thinking about how cute it’ll look when your legs are shaking in the air. Anytime he’s rutting into you and hears the soft jingle of the charms clinking together, it brings a smile to his face. Now he’s obsessed with buying you all kinds of jewelry. 

❥ His Sharingan activates when he gets extra worked up, but that ends up working out really well for him, he can replay all the moments he spends with you.

❥ Physical touch is Obito’s love language. You have no idea how much he needs you and your affection; it really does keep him grounded and sane. All your love and adoration are compensating for the years he felt alone & undeserving of having someone by his side. 

❥ He lives for your touch, even simple touches like resting your hand on his thigh, reaching for his hand when you’re out in public, leaning your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat while he gazes down at your lovely face- it all makes him fall even harder for you. 

❥ Always whines for more kisses and cuddles, he’s such a sweet needy daddy, letting all the rougher parts of his persona fade away when he’s with you because you’re his sanctuary where nothing else matters- just you & him. Obito feels like you’re what holds his life together & without you, he’s afraid he’d retreat back into the darkness. You’re the light of his life and he’s going to treat you as such. 

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Petplay, Daddy Kink, Kink Exploration, Light Degradation, Unprotected Sex

Helping Obito figure out his kinks had been more fun than you expected. You bit your lower lip, thinking about how adorable he always looked when he found something new he was into- the way his eyes lit up, cheeks flushed deeply and how he’d cum so hard that his whole body shook. The one-year anniversary of you arrangement was coming up and you wanted to do something special that would help Obito step into the more dominant role he’d been working up to. Even after all this time he was still a bit shy, so you decided to step it up and give him the little push he needed. 

The first time you asked him to be rougher with you, he was so nervous and confused because you’re his precious Angel & he didn’t want to hurt you. After a bit of coaxing and encouragement though, he slowly learned that he liked it too- he liked the way you squirmed beneath him, the face you made when he choked you, and how you screamed out in pleasure when he railed you hard enough to make the air leave your lungs.

You checked the clock, Obito would be home any minute now and you were excited to see how he’d react to your new outfit, particularly the accessories. You adjusted the fuzzy cat ear headpiece so that it sat perfectly centered, turning in the mirror to admire your reflection. The open cup bra & panty set you’d ordered fit wonderfully, its strappy bust detailing and pretty pink satin bow accents were adorably alluring. You straightened the sheer thigh high stocking so that they were both even, the dainty lace trim at the top seemed to tie the whole look together. “Perfect” you said aloud, buzzing with excitement.

“I’m home!” Obito announced, slipping his shoes off as he locked the front door. “Y/N?” he called into the silent, empty room, frowning when you didn’t come to greet him. He peeked his head into the kitchen, library & even the patio to no avail- just as panic was about to set in, he heard soft music playing from down the hall. Breathing a sigh of relief, he made a beeline for your shared bedroom. He knocked before entering, not wanting to startle you incase you happened to be napping. 

“Come in” you chimed, posing yourself suggestively on the bed. Upon opening the door, Obito dropped the bouquet of flowers he’d been holding. “Happy Anniversary, daddy!” you husked, smiling at his reaction. 

“H-happy Anniversary” he repeated, eyes widening as he took in his surroundings. Rose petals were scattered on & around the bed, dozens of flickering candles had been placed around the room, bathing you in an ethereal glow. Obito’s knees felt weak as he walked towards you, jaw dropping when he saw what you were wearing. 

“Do you like it?” you asked leaning forward so your cleavage was on full display. 

He stood there unmoving for a second as your words registered in his mind. “I love it...you did all this for me?” he breathed, hands roaming hungrily over the delicate material.

“Of course, I did. It’s a special occasion after all” you replied, leaning into his touch. 

“You make such a pretty kitty” Obito blushed, looking you up and down- feeling his cock twitch in his pants. 

“But you haven’t even seen my tail yet” you teased, swiveling your hips so he could see the fluffy tail, kept in place by the tear drop shaped plug in your rear.

“Holy fuck!” Obito groaned, giving your ass a playful swat. 

“There’s just one more thing...” you trailed off handing him the pale pink collar and chain rope leash. “You can put it on me, if you want.”

“I can, really??” he asked, eyes twinkling. Everyday with you felt like a fantasy he as able to live out. It was as if every want & desire he’d ever had, was being fulfilled multiple times over. 

“Make me your little pet, daddy.” you purred, sitting back on your knees. 

Obito’s eyebrows drew together at your words- you never ceased to amaze him with how much you were able to rile him up. He secured the leather collar around your neck, clipping the chain-link leash to the metal ring at its front.- giving it an experimental tug. “How does it feel?” he asked, a bit dazed. 

“Feels good” you mewled, the sudden pressure against your neck sent warmth straight to your core. You flicked the small silver bell at the front of the thick choker. “So, are you going to pin me down and fuck me or do I need to jingle my cute little collar again?”

“Turn around and sit pretty for me” A low groan rumbled in Obito’s chest as he rid himself of his clothing. 

“Like this?” you asked innocently, getting on all fours. You arched your back, ass perked in the air so he could see how wet you were. 

“Yeah, just like that, let me see how that pretty pussy wets itself for me.” He rubbed his length up and down your glistening slit, smiling when he heard your breathy moan as it caught on your clit. He continued his teasing, swiping his cock head across the swollen bud, admiring how it was now coated in your arousal. 

“Obito...” you whined, pushing your hips back against him. 

“Hm? I thought kittens liked to be pet.” he crooned, thrusting languidly against your little bundle of nerves. 

“Mmph!” you cried out, shocks shooting throughout your body. “Daddy, pleasee!”

Obito pulled at your leash causing you to gasp in surprise. “So eager for me today...I was planning on taking my time with you but if you want it so badly then fine, I’ll give my kitten what she wants.” He placed his free hand on your lower stomach, roughly pushing his pulsing dick into your tight heat. “Like this?” he grunted, parroting your earlier words as he slammed his hips against your own. 

You merely nodded, relishing in the delicious stretch you felt each time he plunged into you. “I asked you a question, Y/N!” he said gruffly, wrapping the leash around his hand a few times, making it taut in his grasp. “Come on, I want to hear it!”

“Yes, like that!” A strangled moan caught in your throat as Obito pulled at your restraints, back arching deeper in response. “Don’t hold back- mmhm breed me daddy, fill up my pretty cunt!” you babbled. 

He sucked in a harsh breath, feeling a near primal need spike within him. “What’s that- You wanna be my breeding bitch now? Fucking take it then!” Obito growled, dropping the leash, opting to wrap both hands around your neck. He snapped his hips in rapid succession, humming at the way it made the fat of your ass ripple. 

“Shake that cute little tail for me” Obito demanded breathlessly, applying more pressure around your throat. You complied, shamelessly bowing lower as you swayed your hips from side to side. The sensation made your eyes cross- it felt like your insides were being rearranged, his fat cock hitting the deepest parts of you. Your mouth hung open as a string of unabashed moans fell past your lips, a delirious smile spreading across your face as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. 

“So fucking tight!” Obito said through clenched teeth. He felt your silken walls clamping down on him, your vice grip making his brain go fuzzy. “Awe is my little kitten going to cum already, gonna make a mess all over daddy’s cock?” 

Your arms shook uncontrollably, unsure how much longer you could hold yourself up against his brutal pace. Your vision blurred, head lolling back and forth, even in Obito’s strong grip. After another particularly hard thrust; you were a goner- wailing as you gushed like a fountain. You fell forward, gasping for air as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. 

Trembling, you tried to prop yourself back up, but Obito pushed you down- large hands gripping at your shoulders, never ceasing his unrelenting rhythm. “Ngh- this what you wanted, Y/N? For me to turn you into my cock-drunk little pet?!” 

“Aahh!” you shrieked as he fucked you into the mattress, watery eyes rolling to the back of your head. Obito drove into you with such force, your body jerked up and down, the jingling of your bell and the sounds of slapping skin echoing throughout the room. 

He hastily flipped you over so quickly that when your back hit the mattress, it knocked the air right out of your lungs. “Fuck, I love when you make that face!” Obito’s eye’s flashed red, he wanted to burn the image of your crimsoned cheeks and lewd expression into his mind forever. He pushed you into a mating press; knees held against your shoulders. “So fucking cute & all fucking mine!”

Heavy, hot pants escaped both of your mouths as he continued to rut into you- still quivering from your earlier orgasm, your legs twitched on their own accord. 

“NNGH- gonna breed that sweet cunt and you better take every single drop, understand?” Obito instructed, pace faltering slightly. 

“Yes, daddy” you squeaked, nodding weakly. 

“Mmm good girl” he praised, legs shuddering. He began to lose himself in your molten heat, desperate shallow thrusts becoming more & more erratic. Your wanton moans and cries of his name were music to his ears- loud ragged grunts left his throat as he realized he was about to go over the edge. 

“Keep your eyes on me, don’t you look away” voice deep and raspy, Obito cupped your face in his hands. His entire being shook as he shot thick white ropes into your velvety core, trying to press himself as deep as he possibly could to ensure you took all he had to offer. He pulled you into a heated kiss, both of you groaning as his length continued to throb and twitch inside, filling you to the brim. 

At last, he pulled out, collapsing next to you- bringing you to his chest to litter your face with eager kisses. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked, hugging you tightly. 

“That was great...you were great.” You cooed, head still spinning. 

Obito blushed at your compliment, feeling his pride swell. “Are you hungry... I made dinner reservations.” 

“I’m not sure I can even walk right now.” you admitted. 

“Then I’ll just carry you, besides you’re gonna need your strength for later.” Obito remarked, affectionately stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Later?” you questioned, lifting your head off his chest to meet his gaze.

“That’s right, you’re not the only one who’s got a surprise planned. Rest while you can Angel, it’s going to be a very long night.” he husked, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

[duskholland]

Had to send this to you bc your writing is so amazing 😩 friend! Tom showing you pictures on his camera roll of a trip he was on and forgetting he had nudes in there, and you scroll to accidentally find them and you’re both stunned for a second but he shoots his shot by telling you that there’s more, you can look at them if you want. and you do, and toms behind you watching you look at them. he even tells you there’s a video too, if you wanna see it. and you’re like now or never, so you tell him yes. bc the sexual tension would be so high bc it’s uncharted waters and I could see Tom dragging you into his lap to watch the video together and him being like am I big enough for you? I was thinking about you and it would be SMUTTTTTTT whew I need to lay down 🥲🥵

ugh...your mind. I love this! 18+ nsfw !!!

– clearing out the askbox – 

“Hey, do you want to see..? I took some photos of it- Wait, let me just find them.”

You wait patiently as Tom digs around in his pocket, his tongue between his lips as he focuses on procuring the device. He makes a loud tada sound as he whips it out, his eyes sparkling as he quickly starts to scroll through his photos. You watch him closely, admiring his side profile discreetly.

You’ve known Tom for years, met him at a function in London through a mutual friend. When he’d moved into a large townhouse just in the outskirts of the city a few months ago, you’d been one of the people to move in with him. He’s been away for several weeks, on press in Europe, but now that he’s back, he’d dragged you down onto one of the sofas in the living room to share his stories and show off his photos.

“Is it really as big as they say?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower before.”

Tom hums, and you watch as he scrolls through his photos, eyes focused. He looks very good today -- biceps pressing out against his black t-shirt, his Rolex glinting on his wrist. His hair lies naturally over his forehead too -- soft, brown, wavy. Your friend is very attractive, something you’ve always been aware of, but the time apart has made your feelings sharpen.

“Yeah, it’s bloody huge,” Tom muses. “Ah! Here you go, love.”

Tom carefully passes you his phone, and you swallow harshly when your fingers brush his and you feel sparks light off at his touch.

“Wow,” you exclaim, squinting as you admire the photo of the tower, soaring up into the sky. “You’re right. It is big.”

“Mmm. There’s more. You can scroll if you want.”

You start to flick through the photos, smiling as they change a little with each shot. Some of them are blurrier than others, and after a while they change as Tom moves from the ground below the monument, to climbing the staircase, then getting in the lift, then travelling to the top. You enjoy watching the story progress, seeing the shots of some of Tom’s friends, then a few selfies of Tom in sunglasses with a wide cityscape captured behind him, then--

You gasp softly as you scroll a little bit too far, and find yourself staring at a photo of Tom’s cock.

“Oh shit,” Tom mutters. You feel him go very still beside you. You’re sitting so close together that you can feel his thigh, warm to touch. “I… Forgot that was on there.”

You swallow dryly, suddenly feeling your pulse throbbing in your ears. You can’t stop looking at the photo, marvelling at the sight of Tom’s cock, red and erect, sitting in his hand. He’s clearly in a hotel room, and the lighting and the angle are very good, leaving little to the imagination. You bite your lip as you notice the way he has a strong vein curving down the side of his member, and find yourself squeezing your thighs together as you try, desperately, to snap out of it.

“It-it’s okay,” you mutter, voice hoarse. Your face feels hot with embarrassment, but you can’t deny the arousal coursing through your system too.

“There’s more,” Tom says, voice low. You can feel him looking at you, and there’s no doubt in your mind that your friend can tell, just from your reaction, that you like looking at his nudes. “You can look at them too, if you want.”

You tilt your head slowly, glancing at him, your eyes taking in his expression: cheeks slightly rosy, smirk on his lips, gaze pooled with lust. It makes you shiver.

“Okay.”

Tom moves closer, and you can feel his breath on your neck as his fingers slowly shift into your hair, moving it out of your face very delicately, gently. You swallow, your heart beating roughly in your chest as you continue to scroll, your eyes widening as you enjoy the different angles of his cock, each captured crisply by the camera. You feel yourself getting wet, partly from the photos, but also due to the way Tom’s so close. He dips his head down and your breath hitches as he ghosts his lips over your neck, kissing you so softly that it’s almost as if he isn’t there.

“There’s a video too,” he adds, husking into your ear. You moan softly when he sucks on the tender spot behind your jaw. “Watch it.”

You oblige, scrolling past more shots of his cock before arriving at the video. With slightly shaky fingers, you press the play button, biting your lip as you watch the short clip. The air fills with the sound of Tom’s groans, distant and buzzed with slight static, but still hearty enough to make you whimper. He’s kissing your neck with renewed strength, both hands wrapping around your middle, fingers caressing your sides as you stare at the phone. The sight of his arm veins flexing as he gets himself off makes you squirm, aroused not even beginning to cover how turned on you are.

The air is thick as the video ends, Tom cumming with a low cry, his seed shooting out over his hand as his upper stomach. You let the screen fall dark, your breathing heavy and unsteady as he stops kissing your neck.

“What do you think?” Tom asks, his accent hanging heavy in his voice. “Am I big enough for you, darling?”

You nod. With nervous hands, you put the phone down and turn to face him, feeling a surge of confidence as his hold on your waist guides you to sit in his lap. You straddle him, grunting as you feel his cock straining up against his grey sweats, and the pressure that it provides to your aching clit makes you whimper and repeat the action.

“Definitely big enough,” you mutter, looking at your friend closely. He seems to be just as aroused as you are, his hands guiding your movements as you slowly grind down against him.

“I was thinking about you,” Tom admits, “when I was filming the video. Thought about sending it to you, just to see if you’d like it.”

You bite your lip, realising that the attraction you feel towards Tom hasn’t been one-sided.

“Why didn’t you? I would’ve liked to see it.”

Tom’s eyes twinkle with arousal. “Wanted to do it in person, watch your face when you saw my cock.” One of his hands moves away from your waist, and he slips it between your legs. You’re so glad you’re wearing a skirt, because all you have to do is part your thighs and then he’s able to slip two slender fingers between your folds. Tom gives your clit a few teasing rubs before slipping his fingertips down to your entrance. You whimper when he slips them into your heat, meeting no resistance, and you moan loudly as he curls his fingers and starts to stroke up against your g-spot. “Fuck, darling. You’re soaked for me.” He leans in to peck your cheek, leaving his lips by your ear as he adds, “Do I turn you on?”

“Yes,” you whine immediately. Your moans grow louder as Tom continues to fuck your heat, his thumb shifting up to nudge against your clit. You reach up and grab at his shoulders, grinding down to meet his fingers every time they thrust up into you, feeling arcs of pleasure spiral out from your cunt with each movement. “You feel so good, Tom. Been dreaming about this for months.”

“Mmm, should’ve just said, love.” Tom’s back to nibbling at your neck. “Anything else you’ve thought about doing with me?”

As good as it feels to have his fingers working you open, you know there’s one thing on your mind.

“Yeah,” you admit breathlessly. You look him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me, Tom.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirk intensifying. “Oh, really?”

You hum. “Yeah. I want to ride you right here, right now. Feel how big your cock actually is.”

Tom swears, his fingers leaving your centre. “Okay,” he agrees, voice tight. “There’s a condom in my jacket, I’ll go-”

“I’ll get it,” you say instead. You kiss his cheek before standing from his lap, your legs a little shaky as you walk from the living room to the porch, thankful that you’re the only ones home. By the time you return to the lounge, Tom’s stripped off completely, sitting bare on the comfortable sofa with his hand around his cock. You toss him the condom as you take a few moments to pull off your tight shirt, your skirt, and your underwear, keeping your bra on before settling in his lap.

“You’re so hot,” Tom mutters, running his hands all over you. His touch against your bare skin feels electric, and you find yourself pushing into him as you enjoy feeling him map you out. “Bloody stunning.”

“Thank you,” you reply, almost a little bashful. You sit back and watch as Tom pumps his cock, hard and leaking precum, just like the video, before he rolls down the condom. Your eyes admire the lines of his abs, strong and defined, and the rest of him, equally attractive, and you feel your cunt clench as you imagine how good it’s going to feel to have him unravel you. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

With the condom on, Tom’s hands go back to your hips. He gently pulls you forward and you sit up, reaching down to guide his cock between your folds.

“Neither can I,” he admits, eyes trained between your legs. “Been thinking about- fuck- about your sweet little pussy for months, sweetheart, I--” He breaks off completely when you slide down onto him, your walls expanding to accommodate him. Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder as you breathe deeply, moaning as he fills you up. “So good.”

“You’re so big, Tom,” you whimper. After leaving a moment to adjust, you sit back up and slowly start to ride him, taking your time as you get used to the fit of his body. You can’t stop yourself from whimpering, loudly, as his tip brushes up against your g-spot repeatedly, igniting a deep frenzy of sparks in the pit of your stomach. “Feels so fucking good inside me.”

Tom’s face is pulled tight with enjoyment, and you moan as you see his jaw clenching and the deep line of concentration furrowed between his brows. When he opens his eyes, you see nothing but appreciation and arousal webbed across the depths of his gaze.

“Love your pussy, Y/N,” he moans, cheeks flushing deeper. One of his hands stays on your hip, guiding you, and the other goes to touch your clit. He grins as he rubs your bud and feels you clench around him. “You like that, yeah? Like the way it feels for me to be inside you?”

“Yes, Tom,” you whisper.

“I know you do, I can feel how wet you are.” Tom’s watching you like you’re a spectacle, his words interspaced with small grunts as he lifts his hips to meet your movements. “So fucking snug for me, aren’t you, love? Your pussy feels so good... I’m not going to last long.”

“Neither am I,” you warn. You can already feel it building, building, building, and with each slap of skin on skin, coupled with the noise of your wet arousal getting fucked by his member, you get closer. “Fuck, Tom, ‘m gonna cum-”

“Do it,” he coaxes, his own voice strained. “Wanna watch you fall apart for me, love. Go on.” He rubs your clit a little faster. “I’ve got you.”

Tom’s grip on you is unwavering as you peak with a loud moan, your walls spasming around his cock as your orgasm sweeps across you in an intense wave of unyielding pleasure. You grip at his shoulders, shuddering as you continue to bounce on his length, not stopping until Tom climaxes as well. You feel his cock pulse as he finishes, his breathing coming out in low, grunting pants, and as the two of you ride it out together, his forehead falls to your shoulder.

“So good,” he whimpers, lazily kissing up your neck. You still in his lip, recovering your breath, and then both of Tom’s hands move to your face. He looks at you, eyes full of appreciation, and you find yourself smiling softly at him. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “Seems like we’re doing this in a bit of a backwards order,” you point out.

Tom smiles before uniting your lips, his mouth feeling hot against yours. He’s still smiling when he pulls back, his eyes slightly nervous.

“We are,” he admits. “Would you like to come out on a date with me?”

You nod, your heart warming in your chest.

“Yes, Tom,” you say, pausing to kiss him again. “I’d love to.”

[yourtamaki]

history doesn’t repeat, it rhymes

sakusa x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, elements of depersonalization, non-explicit mentions of sex

dedicated to: @onyxoverride (thank you for beta reading) & @saintdabi

you can’t remember the last time you saw your reflection.

it wasn’t deliberate, the way you turned your back to the full length mirror in your closet every morning when you got dressed, how you usually dodged your reflection coming out of the shower like you did just now. at least, not at first. not until you realized how much better you felt now that you didn’t have to come face to face with a stranger everyday. that was the only word to describe whatever lived in the mirror. a stranger. any recognizable part of you had rotted away long ago. all that remained now was an empty husk with dead eyes and a selfish heart. the same selfish heart that set you on this path in the first place. 

was it worth it? you wanted to ask your past self. was his love worth what you did to yourself?

the very first night you met sakusa set the tone for the rest of your relationship. you’re still not entirely sure why you accepted your roommate, hinata’s, invitation to his team’s party to celebrate their record win streak. it probably had something to do with the puppy dog eyes he threw you. regardless, you went, wearing an outfit you were losing confidence in by the second and leaning against a wall as far from the drunk crowd as you could get. you never liked parties like this. too many people, too loud. but for your best friend, you were willing to grit your teeth and bare it. 

a part of you, larger than you would ever admit, wishes you never looked to your left that day. wishes that you never spotted the curly haired man looking so sullen despite half his face being covered with a mask, that you didn’t notice the way his eyes flickered from his empty red cup to where you knew the kitchen to be, how he wearily eyed the crowd of people that separated him from it. 

“i was about to grab a drink. i can bring something back for you if you’d like?” the first thing you ever said to the love of your life was a lie. you were planning on staying tucked in your corner all night, safe from the dancing drunks who had no concept of personal space until hinata was ready to leave. and yet the words were almost ripped out of you the moment your eyes landed on him, a fierce need to help the man flaring up from nowhere. you could only assume he had separated himself from the party for the same reason you had and it pulled on your heartstrings. no one ever noticed when you needed help so why not extend that courtesy to him instead? he blinked at you as though he had to process your offer before he nodded. 

“yes, please i’d appreciate it.” his voice was different than you expected it to be. slow and calm despite the way his fist clenched and unclenched.  “just water. a closed bottle if you can find it.” 

his brows furrowed for a moment when you held out your hand before letting out a quiet ah and handing you his empty cup. it was endearing how he placed it in your hand, balancing it carefully on your palm. 

“be right back.” you shot him a smile and started to make your way across the floor, getting pushed and jostled the entire way there. you made quick work of tossing the garbage into the overflowing trash bag and dug out two water bottles from behind a rack of beer cans in the fridge. the trip back was no easier and you breathed a sigh of relief when you were once again in your small private bubble with the man. the discomfort you endured, the skin crawling sensation of all those bodies too close to you was worth the way his eyes lit up when he saw you’d returned. 

he accepted the cool bottle with a murmured thanks, pulling his mask down and tucking it under his chin. handsome was your first thought and his name was your second. the two distinct moles on his brow should’ve given it away that you were talking to sakusa kiyoomi. you’d seen enough of hinata’s games, heard enough stories to put a name to the face. he held your stare as you placed him in your mind, taking a sip from the bottle as he did. an urge to say something, anything to keep those eyes on you bubbled up hot and fast and you said the first thing that came to mind. 

“my roommate’s your teammate.” 

“is he? which one?” 

“hinata. shoyo.” you added as though there was another hinata on the msby roster.

“ah. my condolences.” the corner of his lips quirked up when you snorted. “i’ve seen how he leaves a locker room. i don’t want to imagine what his room looks like.” 

“it’s not pretty, that’s for sure.” you said, leaning your shoulder against the wall and taking a moment to regard him. “can i ask why you’re here? shoyo told me you don’t like crowds so a party must be hard on you.” 

“would you believe me if i said contractual obligations?” 

“nope cause i helped shoyo go through his contract and i don’t remember ragers being a part of the deal.” a small burst of pride bloomed in your chest when he laughed, a quick huff from his nose and amused eyes as though he didn’t expect it. 

“you got me.” you waited for him to explain and deflated a bit when he remained silent. that is, until you followed where his eyes had wandered. it was easy to spot hinata from across the party. he sat high above the rest of the crowd on bokuto’s shoulders, leaning back occasionally to test bokuto’s reaction time and giggling every time he was caught at the last moment. meian was trying in vain to pull the ginger down while atsumu seemed to be on facetime with someone recording the whole thing, his loud laughter ringing out clearly over the music. 

“you’re here for them?” you said just as the realization dawned on you. sakusa twitched, so small you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been watching him so closely. 

“spending time with your teammates promotes better gameplay on the court.” 

“i’m sure it does. but wanting to hang out with your friends isn’t a crime.” 

“we are hanging out. i’m here, aren’t i? if they wanted to talk to me, they know where to find me.” the bitterness in his tone wasn’t enough to mask the acceptance behind his words, of being resigned to his fate as the forgotten one. 

“well, i found you.” he looked over at you, something unreadable swimming behind his eyes before they softened.

“yeah. you did. you know, you’ve talked a lot about shoyo but i don’t know anything about you. i don’t even know your name.” he said. heat raced to your cheeks, flustered that he seemed to be paying as much attention to you that you were to him.

“i didn’t even notice, sorry.” you said before offering your name. he repeated it back, once, twice, rolling it around on his tongue and you watched his mouth, mesmerized by how it curled around a word you’ve heard your whole life until it sounded new again. he spoke your name in a soft, hushed whisper and you wondered if his lips would feel just as soft. half-lidded, his gaze flickered downwards like he was wondering the same thing.

the rest of the night was a blur in your mind. all you could recall was that you chatted with sakusa until the others found you and you drove a passed-out hinata home with a new contact saved to your phone.  

the reminiscing left you drained, clutching your phone in your hands, the screen frozen on that same contact as you collapsed into bed and yet you couldn’t stop the rest of the memories from flooding through your mind, the truth you’ve been holding off for too long. you’ve picked at a festering wound that was best left alone. if you didn’t think too hard about it, if you ignored how it grew and ate away at you, it wouldn’t hurt as much. right? but it was too late. you’ve pulled the string and now you’re left to deal with your own unraveling. 

you scrolled through your texts for what feels like a lifetime, the entirety of your relationship flashing by and disappearing in an instant until you could scroll no higher. of course you sent the first text. a formal message that didn’t look anything like how you actually text with one too many exclamation points in your desperation to come across friendly. 

your fingers moved across the screen and when your mind caught up, your thumb was hovering over the button to delete the entire conversation. you never wanted to see evidence of who you used to be ever again. you didn’t want to be reminded of the person you cut and broke and killed until they fit into sakusa’s neat life. but sentimentality stilled your hand, the phone dropping from your limp fingers and crashing to the floor. you didn’t bother reaching for it.

the accursed memories refuse to let you be, another bobbing up to the surface from the murky depths and pulling you under before you could stop it. one that showed what little agency you had in your own life.

it started the way it always did. you noticed him. noticed how tired he was every time you spoke. how you went from going out on dates to always staying in to maybe being lucky enough to say good night over the phone before he crashed for the day. and sure, you were lonely. so starved for him it ached. but that was overshadowed by your worry for him. you would lay awake wondering if he’d remember to eat that day, if he had the energy to clean his apartment and if he didn’t, how much was that adding to his stress? 

so you swung by his place the next morning after he had left for practice, spent the day cleaning, restocked his fridge and were nearly done making dinner when he returned. his exhaustion was truly hammered home when he walked straight past the kitchen on autopilot before doubling back, tilting his head at you in confusion. 

“what are you doing here, darling?” 

“helping out.” you turned back to the stove and busied yourself with mindless stirring, afraid that you’d been too eager and overstepped. “you seemed pretty tired these days so i wanted to do something for you but you’re back earlier than i expected so i can just go if you want to be alone just let me-” 

your rambling was cut off when a force barrelled into you and sakusa hugged you tight from behind, head buried in the crook of your shoulder. all at once, whatever anxiety had been growing fled you and you relaxed into his touch. 

“thank you.” it wasn’t the words that made your heart leap to your throat. it was the sincerity, the slight crack at the end that told you he had more he wanted to say but didn’t know how. 

you fell into a routine of going over to his apartment, looking after things, kissing him when he returned and staying over at night. at first, it was once a week. then over the weekend, then every other day. 

“you should move in.” even though you half expected your relationship to take this next step, it still took you by surprise the casual way sakusa brought it up. you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to move in with him just yet. you built a home with hinata and that apartment meant everything to you, all your happiest memories were made there and oh no sakusa was still waiting for an answer.  

“i should?”

“yeah.” 

and that was the end of it. you were packed and out of hinata’s apartment (because it was his now. his and atsumu’s. not yours, it’ll never be yours again) by the end of the month. most of your things didn’t come with you but that was fine, right? so what if you still felt like a guest in your home even to this day with none of yourself being reflected in the apartment? you got to wake up to see the love of your life every day and that made everything worth it. 

until you started waking up alone.  

extra training, he said. the team drafted new players and he had to get used to their play style, he said. and you believed him, trusted that he’d be home with you if he could. so you took the crushing loneliness and swallowed it down like a bitter pill. you smiled wide when he came home late with only the moon to light your bedroom and let him use your body to rid the stress of the day.

the dead of night was the only time you’d have him all to yourself. you could be greedy for his attention when he was buried inside you. it was easy to pretend you clawed up and down his back because you were caught up in the moment and not because you were desperate to keep him close to you. easy to pretend the tears in your eyes were from pleasure and not from how much you missed his voice. 

and when he was empty and spent, you would stroke his hair until he fell asleep and then, only then, would you whisper all the things you couldn’t tell him during the day. small, meaningless anecdotes that you knew would earn you a wry smile if he was awake to hear them, the one he used when he didn’t want to let on how close he was to laughing. the stolen moments were a salve on your fractured heart but it was never enough to heal it. in the end, when you were once again alone in your too-wide bed, it only served to remind you just how deep the cracks were. 

maybe that’s where you went wrong. you gave away your heart to someone and got nothing in return, nothing to plug up the all-consuming void in your chest. there was nothing left of you. no, that wasn’t quite true. there was nothing good left of you. you gave him your best parts and all you had now was pure resentment that burned hot and fierce in your core, so acidic it ate everything in its path. it burned away the dredges of your soul until all you could do was allow it to climb up and scorch your throat in a silent scream. 

another memory. it’s strange what your brain chose to latch onto as you spiralled. on the surface, you remember this to be a happier time. but as it overtook you, you’re reminded almost violently that the edges of this memory are stained with the early decay of your identity. 

before the early mornings and late nights, before you got into the habit of staring at your ceiling and wondering how you got to that point, you and sakusa had a tradition. you’d both find something, a story, a movie, that you think the other doesn’t know and share it with them. that day sakusa came to you with the myth of orpheus and eurydice. 

he told you the story of a man so in love with his wife he journeys to the underworld after she dies to find her, how hades tells him he can guide her to the land of the living but orpheus must trust that eurydice is following him. if he turns around, eurydice’s fate is sealed. sakusa explained how in every version of the myth, orpheus turned around at the very end out of an uncontrollable, unfiltered love for his wife. whether it was because he was excited to see the end of the tunnel and wanted to share his joy with her or because he feared she got lost, either one stems from the love he has for her. the love that sent him to find her is the same love that doomed her in the end. but the more sakusa spoke about orpheus, the more you wondered about the other protagonist of the story. 

“why didn’t eurydice try to let orpheus know she was there? she could’ve held his hand or touched his back or something.” you asked. you were laying your head on sakusa’s chest, letting the low rumble wash over you as he read you the tale. the question had been bugging you as the story came to its conclusion though you couldn’t place your finger as to why.

“she was a spirit. she would pass right through him.” 

“yeah but…” you searched for the words to explain your confusion. “she didn’t even try.” 

“it wouldn’t have mattered either way.” 

you opened your mouth to press the issue further, too stubborn to let it go just yet when you heard sakusa sigh out of his nose. it was enough for any question to die on your tongue and all that came out was a quiet, “i guess so.” 

it was a nothing memory. an empty thing to remind you of better times that you’ve had no need to look back on. so why did that moment swirl around your head now, as you crumbled in your lowest moments? scattered pieces start to form together in the recesses of your mind but before you could call them forth to make a full image, the bedroom door swung open and sakusa walked in. 

for once, you don’t slip on your well worn porcelain mask. you don’t school your expression and force it to mold into something that couldn’t quite be called happy. instead, you sat up straight in bed, held his gaze and did nothing to hide the maelstrom of hurt that raged inside you. a sick satisfaction shot through your veins when his steps faltered at the force of your stare. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked. 

what isn’t? you thought but instead said, “nothing. i was just thinking. about us.” 

“oh.” his eyes are already sliding away from you, a quiet detachment in his voice that made you grind your teeth in frustration. 

“remember that greek story you told me about?” 

“mhmm.” 

“tell me again why eurydice didn’t reach out.” there it is again. a short, sharp exhale from his nose. he opened his mouth but you spoke before he could. “humour me.”

“she was dead, darling. she couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t hear her so there was no point.” 

“no point? there was no point in trying to tell orpheus that she was behind him? he climbed into the underworld for her and she couldn’t try?” 

“could you--?” he cut himself off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “it’s late. i’m exhausted and really not in the mood so can we go to bed?” 

“doesn’t that sound familiar?” you continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “one person bending heaven and hell for the person they love while the other can’t even meet them halfway. remind you of anything?” 

now you had his full attention. his brows scrunched together and you’re not sure if he’s trying to figure out the meaning behind your words or the reason for your hostile tone. you don’t feel like helping him out either and instead watched the gears turn in his head with something akin to glee. it’s his turn to be paranoid, to overthink, to pick apart every moment of your relationship and dissect it piece by rotted piece. 

“please don’t be vague. if you’re upset with me, tell me.” it was the most emotion you’ve heard from him in so long, you were taken aback for a moment. 

“i’m a bit past ‘upset’, omi.”

“i’m sorry.”

you scoffed. “you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.” 

“you’re hurt and it’s my fault. that's enough for me to say sorry.” 

“you don’t understand.” he crossed the room in three large strides, sitting on the edge of the bed to leave space between you. 

“then help me understand.” 

you floundered for the right words to explain the mountain of revelations you’ve uncovered and settled for, “how do i take my coffee, kiyoomi?” 

he took your use of his full name in stride. “black. one sugar.” 

“no that’s how you take your coffee. that’s the only way you ever make coffee. i had to learn to like it.” 

“what, you’re mad i don’t know how you like your coffee?” you know he didn’t mean anything by it, that’s he's always been more blunt that he means to be but it doesn’t stop you from feeling patronized and the hurt loosened your tongue. 

“it’s not about the coffee! it’s not about the fact that eurydice was a ghost. it’s the effort, omi. you haven’t put an ounce of effort into this relationship. i’m the one who has to bend. i’m the one that has to change, it’s never you.” 

“i never asked you to.” the truth of the statement knocked the air out of your lungs. because that's the worst part, isn’t it? you have no one to blame your misery on but yourself. 

“i don’t know how to love you without sacrificing pieces of myself. and i’m empty, kiyoomi, i've given you all of me. and it feels like you’ve given me nothing in return.”  

his head was bowed while he listened but from how tight he laced his fingers together, you know he was fighting to stay calm. “you know i love you, right?”

“do you? do you love me or love that i’m convenient? love that i clean your place and make you food and have a hole you can--” 

“stop.” you didn’t know it was possible for so much heartbreak to be packed into a single word. it sobered you of your venom and in its place, shame came rushing in. 

“i’m sorry. i'm pissed at myself for letting it get this far and i’m taking it out on you. i don’t regret loving you. but it feels like that’s the only thing living inside me. like i’m not even a person anymore.”

“i should’ve noticed. it shouldn’t have taken you snapping for me to realize what was going on.” 

“maybe.” 

silence, suffocating silence, stretched and morphed time until it felt like you’ve aged a decade in a moment. and then sakusa spoke.

“you’ll help a stranger just because they look like they might need it and ask for nothing in return. you’ll make someone food just so you can be sure they ate that day. you’ll tell me about your day while i fall asleep and i don’t think i could sleep without hearing your voice. you’re kind and too selfless for your own good and the best person i’ve ever met. it kills me that i’ve been the cause of your pain.”

it was strange hearing those traits spun in a good light when you’ve thought of them negatively for so long. strange knowing where you saw faults he saw things worth admiring. “you hear me at night?” 

“and you like focusing on minor details. yes, darling. every night.” 

“oh.” 

“i understand if you need… space, if you want to spend some time apart. but give me a chance. please. give me a chance to prove how important you are to me. i’m sorry that i’ve failed you. i’m sorry i've been taking you for granted. but that ends now. never again. 

“and i can help you, too. i can remind you of all the parts you say you’ve lost. i’ll tell you all about the person i fell in love with everyday if you need it. i’d never run out of things to say. please. you found me once, let me return the favour and help you find yourself. if-if you’ll have me.” 

his small speech wasn’t the reason tears stung the back of your eyes. as he finished speaking, sakusa reached out across the space between you and offered you his hand. a lifeline that you took, the lump in your throat to keeping everything you wanted to say stuck inside you. thankfully, you needed no words for sakusa to understand you. he brought your joined fingers to his lips and let out a shaky breath against them. the two of you stayed like that for a small eternity, drifted apart yet holding together with a bridge to link you. you’ve been fueled by resentment and anger for so long, you weren’t sure if you were strong enough to let them go. but you did know that you didn’t want to try without him by your side.