#Jason momoa fanfiction

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Until Sunrise - A Khal Drogo/Reader One Shot Story.

So I was feeling a certain way about Jason Momoa, and realised that it is absolutely uncalled for that I have not yet written for my favourite character of his! I’ve no idea how alive/dead the GoT fandom is (I’m expecting dead, lol!) but I’ve tagged anyone I can think who might be interested, or because I know whatever form he’s presented in, you like him because he’s Jason motherfucking Momoa. As you should. 

Words - 1,375

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The moments you lived for; they were only ever fleeting at best. He would send for you, as he always did, picking one of his favourites from the tent of women devoted entirely to keeping the Khal content, eyes that burned with envy following you as you departed, ready for him. They always did.  

Walking over the dried-up terrain, you cast your eyes to the sky, seeing the moon beginning to rise, knowing the silver orb will be glowing fully through the inky night sky by the time he’s done having his way with you. He never allows you to remain until sunrise.  

Entering his tent, you find him standing in wait for you, the splendour of his nakedness appealing as always, approaching with long strides and taking you roughly by the arm, as is Drogo’s way. He rarely shows anything less than dominant claiming, towing you to his bed, making short work of your clothes.  

“How do you want me tonight, my Khal?” you ask, your Dothraki flawless. He does speak the common tongue, much more than he would ever let on, yet you have only ever communicated with him in his own language.  

He takes a moment for contemplation, his finger running along your jawline. “Face down, backside up.” Not surprising. He always prefers to take you from behind. You feel his weight dip the bed behind you, one hand placed at the top of your spine, the other beginning to stroke at you. His hand is oiled, as is his only real consideration for you, that you be slippery enough to sheathe his huge cock. Foreplay is a word unknown to him, in any language.

It is surprising to you, as your folds are parted, that he simply hasn’t done the minimal to wet your walls and swiftly breech you, his fingers touring you, exploring the petal soft flesh of your sex. Those slippery fingertips swirl around, until they reach your little bud, a soft gasp fluttering from your lips, Drogo focusing in on it.

“Good?"

You are confused, pleasantly, though. “Yes, my Khal."

He takes a moment of pause, ceasing the rubbing. “Truly? Or do you just speak this to pacify me?" He leans to you, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “Tell me how you like it.”

You are too scared of sparking his terrifying rage to even question why he cares, only pleasantly surprised that for once, he actually does. “A little softer to begin with, less pressure.” When his fingers begin to circle again, it’s pure bliss, your lips parting on a soft moan. “Just like that, my Khal.”  

He straightens, his dark eyes watching, enchanted by the sight of you spread before him, his fingers quickening a little, dragging them back and forth, offering the same at your entrance, your arousal bathing them. He likes that, the feel of wet silk warming his fingertips, pushing them inside of you, a grumble rattling his throat.  

“Soaking,” he grunts, dragging them back, returning to your aching bud. “You feel beautiful.” It must be different for him, to feel the arousal of a woman, since you can bet he never really has before. He oils each whore, dousing his cock, fucking them until he dances with the stars before they are cast aside, their purpose served. 

Little glimmers skitter over your nerves, pleasure beginning to make you trickle hot for him, Drogo shifting, removing his hand as he crouches behind you, replacing the contact with his tongue.  

“Oh, gods above!” you hiss, the warmth of his mouth stoking your fire, the very first you’ve ever had settle between your legs and indulge you in the hot, flat wet of long, languid licks.  

“Turn.” He demands, his rough hands parting your thighs as soon as you are upon your back, his mouth reconnecting with you, greedy, his beard rubbing against you as he licks at the honey of your cunt. “Still good?”

“Incredible!” you cry, your hands clutching the pelts you lie upon. “Please, do not stop!”

A smirk tilts his full lips, his eyes finding yours over the rise of your breasts, tongue rapidly placing a firm lick over your bud. “She demands of her Khal?”

He sounds more amused than anything, but to hear the tinge of balefulness, of him bringing you back to yourself, you fluster a little. “I... but what I mean to say is... I...”

He moves until his face is above yours, placing a finger to your lips, and a kiss to your throat. “Quiet with your words. No more talking, but you will let me hear how much you enjoy it.” Moving back to your apex, each lick he bestows to you is a rain of celestial decadence, tongue beating over the swell of your clit, the nectar of your arousal soaking his lips as he eats you feverishly, without pause, like a starving wolf would gorge upon the carcass of a deer.  

“Oh, you are divine, my Khal!” you cry, incoherence following as he sucks upon you, cheeks hollowing, his eyes almost black, pupils blown with lust as he grunts against the sopping mess of your cunt, enjoying you in his mouth. That is until he moves to arrow himself into your soaking centre, the many inches of his girthy cock splitting you wide, his mouth closing in a hard suck upon your nipple.

“Drogo,” he breathes, tongue beating over the little stiffened peak. “I want to hear my name upon your lips.” He grasps your jaw, turning your head to face him, eyes homed in upon you in an unbreakable stare.

Your mouths meet in a feverish kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth, your moans spilling from your lips onto his like wine. “You are divine, Drogo.” Taking him is like taking an entire storm within you, Drogo moving to kneel before you, grasping your thighs as his eyes fall to watch his glossy cock daggering into you deeply, an earthy rumble of a groan filling the air.

You are singed upon the heat he drives into you, cool fire flooding your veins, freezing and melting you again right to your very marrow as he pounds into your cunt, evoking your wails, your hands reaching to stroke the wide plane of muscles across his broad chest. The dark of his pubic hair glints in the candlelight, soaked from the dew of your cunt, your eyes falling to view it, to witness how his cock looks as it parts your walls again and again.  

It is a sight you have never beheld before, only ever being taken from behind, your eyes fixated on how sumptuously erotic it is, to watch how good he looks inside of you, his hands beginning to stroke your skin as a bonfire of pure sinful bliss rages between you.  

He moves his hand to your face, thumb dragging over your lips until they part, pushing it into your mouth. “Get it wet.” You meet his simple demand, sucking on it until it is as he requires, Drogo moving it to begin stroking at your clit once more. It’s more than you can handle, and he knows it, smirking down at you once again until his face contorts in bliss, grunting deeply as he gives his cock with keen thrusts, the sounds of your sweaty flesh smacking together filling the tent.  

He moves within you with nothing short of brutal voracity, until you can feel it radiating through you, stars sweeping from the strokes of his thumb as your light begins to shine out over his horizon, your body blooming as you fall apart around him, the fluttering of your cunt dragging his release from him. Thick ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls as he spills into you deep, breathless and spent, pulling from you and resting down on his back.  

You know that this is your cue to get up and leave quietly, yet when you rise, your escape from the bed is halted by a large hand splayed to your chest, Drogo pushing you back down. An arm slides beneath your shoulders, your Khal pulling you against his chest, fingers stroking swirls over your arm.  

"Stay."  

And you do. Until the sun rises.

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My Alpha (Alpha!Declan Harp x Omega!Reader)

Might turn this into a series, but this is just pure flith! Enjoy!-K

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Declan held your hair in a tight ponytail, pounding into your pussy harder and harder as he moaned “fuck Y/N….feels so fucking good” he growled as he dug his fingers into your hip thrusting harder and faster as you moaned out louder “fuck! Fuck!! Please let me cum!” you cried out gasping as he changed his angle. “Fuck baby girl, you’re so tight” Declan moaned as he released your hair and slid out of you before he picked you up and tossed you on your back on the bed before he pounced on you, gripping you up in his arms as he slid back into you, his mouth covering your right breast as he slammed you down on his hard cock. You cried out throwing your head back as your fingers pulled his hair. “you’re such a good girl for me” Declan growled marking your chest in bruises and bites.

                You felt your legs tremble, this was amazing, you cried out as you pulled his head back kissing him deeply before he gripped your throat “easy” he growled nipping your bottom lip. You whimpered as your pussy clenched around him harder. “Please alpha,” you whispered looking down at him before he gripped your hair and tilted your head to the side, scenting you deeply as he groaned his eyes rolling back. “wh-wh-what are you doing?” you whispered before he pulled back looking at you.

“Don’t you want me to mark you baby? Make you mine forever?” he slowed his thrusts and watched as you thought about it. He could see your mind racing, wanting to ease this troubling thought train he leaned in and kissed you softly. “If you’re worried….im not gonna leave” he whispered. You looked bashfully at him kissing him softly. “I think I’m ready,” you whispered as he smiled kissing you deeply again before he growled picking up his thrusts, slamming you down on him harshly as you cried out.

                 You felt your walls tightening, your nails dug into his shoulders as you called out his name. “Declan! I’m gonna cum!” you cried out as he slid out of you, you whimpered, until he rolled you over on your stomach, pulling your ass up and with a swift, harsh slap he growled as you moaned, slick gushing out of your cunt at the motion. “Alpha…” he whispered in your ear as he bent over you, before he slammed back into you.

                “Alpha!” You gasped pushing back into him as he thrusted harder. “Fuck sweetheart, gonna fill you up, fuck you full of my pups” he snarled against your neck, right where he wanted to mark you. As he fucked you roughly, your walls fluttered around him, “cum for me baby cum for daddy” he snarled before he sunk his teeth into that sweet sensitive spot on your neck as he came with you. Filling you up as his knot sunk into you.

                As you caught your breath, Declan held you close and curled up with you under the blankets. He kissed your neck as he licked that wound softly. “I love you so much, Y/N.” he whispered softly as he held you close. “

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Forgive Me, I Am A Sinner  {1}* {Two-Shot}

Title: Forgive Me I Am a Sinner {1}* {Two Shot} 

Someone x Reader

Words: 2.9k

Warning: Play on the church confessional, Cursing, Adult themes, Mild crude language/discussion, Mild NSFW(Toward end), Mistaken Identity

Summary: You have some things to get off your chest and end up walking into a church.

Note: So, this might be mildly taboo for some, if it is for you, don’t read, I’ll understand. While I don’t think I took it too far in someone’s eyes it could be blasphemous. Again, don’t read if you feel it may offend you. Nothing lewd but be warned. Don’t come to me with your complaints. They will fall on deaf ears and be met with a quick delete. I don’t think it’s bad but 🤷🏽‍♀️

  ***NOT EDITED/Proofread***

-You-

“Forgive me lord for I have sinned. It's been...never since my last confession. I've never done this. Yep, I'm a virgin. Well with confessions otherwise I am soooo not a virgin. The things this body has done, these eyes have seen, these hands have touched, and this mouth has had in it...yikes. Not a virgin. Oh god, I probably shouldn't have said that in a church with a priest across from me. Shit. I probably shouldn't have cursed in the house of God either. Oh, fuck."

You facepalmed then sighed already fed up with yourself. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why your mouth was still moving and allowing words to pass through. Yes, you were nervous and most of it were nervous ramblings you’d always done but now was not the time to be censor free.

 "I'm going to hell, aren't I?”

 Silence. There weren’t even breathing sounds. Either there was no one there or the guy across from her was weighing his options speaking to an actual heathen. You leaned a litter closer to the wooden screen peppered with small holes that was separating the two booths.

 "Uh...priest guy? Padre? Father? Oh, great even God's messenger sees the heathen in me and has run for the hills to tell the lord this sheep has steered far from the flock. Definitely going to hell."

 You hung your head in disappointment.

 "For all the scripture that has been written about the heavenly trio, the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I doubt they would be so quick as to damn one of their flock."

 You could hear the humor in his voice, and it made you pause. Were priests supposed to have a sense of humor? It did sound like a biblical joke so maybe that wasn’t weird.

 "I think you are being too harsh on yourself," the voice on the other side followed up.

 "You do?"

 "Yes. Also, heathen in quite harsh."

 You giggled nervously. However, those nerves were dwindling with every joke he cracked. There was something soothing about his husky voice that sounded like he was half asleep and just awakened from a quick nap.  "That is what I feel like whenever I muster up the courage to speak to him about this."

 "Start from the beginning."

 "Are you sure it's okay for me to be telling you all this in a church nonetheless?"

 Silence. Was he actually thinking if it was okay? You circled your thumbs and waited for him to speak but when he didn’t you leaned closer again.

 "Hello?"

 “You came here because you needed help. You came here looking for answers and acceptance. You will find all 3 here. So, let's begin again. Trust me I've heard it all."

 You sighed relieved by his welcoming words. You then nodded and mustered even more courage. "Okay. Forgive me lord for I have sinned I've never confessed before.

 "What is your sin?"

 "Lust."

 The silence stretched for so long then the person on the other side of the screen cleared their throat.

 "Lust. Go on. How are you lustful?"

 His voice was even deeper than before.

 "I like sex--like I really, really like sex. I know the bible leans more on sex for procreation and marital health, but I am not married, and I have no plans for children. So, for me, sex is something that feels good, better than good, amazing especially if it is done right and the person I am with understands a woman's body and needs."

 The silence returned but only for a few moments. "Ehm, I'm listening."

 "Lately I've been feeling unfulfilled."

 "Sexually?"

 "Yes, mainly. I have a great career, amazing friends, wonderful family, and a life I love but when it comes to sex it's just not cutting it. The guy I've been seeing..."

 "Boyfriend?"

 He sounded disappointed and that made you pause. Why would he sound disappointed? You explained it away deciding that he was disappointed in it not being a husband or fiancé.

 "You mentioned you were not married just trying to get a better understanding," he clarified.

 "Oh. Not really. We see each other whenever we have an--itch."

 "For sex. Understood."

 "You sound very chill about this father."

 "I am simply here to listen and never to judge--my child. This is the house of the lord, and all are welcome to be who they are and lay down their burdens. That is the lord I represent."

 He sounded like the cool youth pastor that was written about in some YA novels. The one who would create raps for G.O.D. You stifled a laugh at the thought.

 "Wow, that's really cool. Anyway, he's very...vanilla. Whenever we meet--. Wait should I explain what vanilla is? Um...well."

 "No need," he quickly interrupted.

 "Really?"

 "Uh...I am what I am now, but I was not born a priest."

 His unexpected answer had you snort loudly before a laugh escaped you. "Well go on then fuck it up, father. Damn no, I didn't mean that."

 He heartily chuckled. "It's alright. Go on"

 "He's vanilla and never really knows what I need and rarely ever do I cum. I mean reach completion."

 "Then why are you wasting your time with someone like that?"

 "Uh...well...ummm...I am very picky with who I spend my time with. When I said that I like sex, it didn't mean I was some chick who sleeps around with anybody with the right body part."

 "Of course not. I didn't mean to imply that. I'm sorry."

 "No, it's cool."

 "For the record, I didn't think that of you anyway."

 "Okay. Thanks. It's just most guys are insensitive assholes who think if a woman likes sex and pleasure then they must be easy and DTF anyone."

 "Guys like that are the ones who should be offed and sent straight to hell."

 "Preach it, father.”

 It took some time for his words to make full impact, but after a few moments, they did. “Wait shouldn't you say they are also God's children and just need to be steered to the righteous path?"

 "You sound well versed in the priesthood."

 "Movies."

 He laughed again and it sounded so welcoming that you laughed with him.

 "Please continue. He doesn't satisfy you."

 "No. I thought I could handle it and finish myself off or something but tonight I couldn't."

 "Did you just have sex tonight?"

 "Yes. I guess that's another sin you have to forgive me for."

 "And you are unfulfilled."

 "Yes. So unfulfilled. My bullet couldn't even take care of this, not even my rabbit, hell not even the usual porn I watch."

 The silence across the way was deafening and you noticed. It was like you’d become hypersensitive to quietness since sitting in this booth. Suddenly he groaned as if in pain.

 "Are you okay father?"

 He groaned again then took a few breaths. Through the tiny holes in the screen, you could only make out a head turned down, everything else was shadows. "Completely.”

 It came out hoarse, strangled. “Ehm...continue.”

 "Uh, so I facetimed him and decided to tell him what I need and even some things I would be into, and he laughed and had the most freaked out look on his face. He said it wasn't normal and I shouldn't tell anyone about it again. Like he made me feel crazy and so--dirty."

 "Uh-huh. For better context. What are these preferences--my child?"

 You twiddled your thumbs then uncrossed your ankles only to cross them again. "I don't know if I should say them now. You might say the same thing."

 "No. I would never. Remember I said my place is not to judge and I am here to help?"

 You took a deep breath and tried to calm those nerves that were beginning to creep up again. After another breath you began.

 "I um...I told him I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I told him I wanted to try doing it while others watched that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 The silence this time was so heavy so filled with the charge of excitement and arousal. You didn't know why you were slightly turned on finally getting it all out, especially to a priest in a church of all places. Hell, you didn't even know why you had come in here in the first place. The idea of confessional had always creeped you out for some reason. Telling a stranger your secret sin. It felt so vulnerable.

 "Shit. Surely I should burst into flames for all that right? First in line on the locomotive to hell? I shouldn't have said all that."

 "Are you ashamed of these desires? Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "He made me feel ashamed."

 "Fuck him. Are you ashamed?"

 "Father?"

 "Answer me.”

 His voice was serious, and authoritative now. “Look inside yourself and answer truthfully."

 You did as he said and took some time and truly listened to yourself and everything that was going off inside you right now. Among everything, the uncertainty, the excitement, and the confusion nowhere inside of her did you feel ashamed. Not at all.

 "No. I'm not ashamed."

 "Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "No," you replied with a little more confidence.

 "Good. You should be unapologetically you. You should not allow others to make you feel small or shameful for who you are, what you want, or what you deserve. You deserve all of that. You deserve to be sexually fulfilled and happy in all avenues of your life. We all only have one to live and restricting ourselves from true happiness is not doing service to someone, it does a disservice to ourselves."

 You sat there thinking over his words and gained confidence from each of them. He sounded as if he spoke from experience.

 "Is this your first day as a priest? I don't think you should tell parishioners to sin more to live a fulfilled life if you truly want to gain access to heaven."

 He snorted. "It is my first day doing this, but I stand by my words."

 You sat there noting your nerves had melted away and your confused state had turned to one of mellowness. You didn’t feel in a war with yourself anymore. Perhaps this was why others did this.

 "Do you feel better?"

 "Yes."

 "Good, then my work is done."

 "Wait shouldn't you give me instructions to repent like a Hail Mary or ten or something?"

 "Will it ensure you do not sin again?"

 Snorting, you replied, "Probably not."

 "Then you are free to step out of here and live your life with one piece of advice."

 "What's that?"

 "Drop that pathetic loser you're seeing. You can do so much better little lamb."

 The doors on the other side opened but you didn't register it until nearly a minute had passed. When you stepped out and looked in the opposite booth from sheer curiosity, it was empty with no priest inside.

 "Little lamb? What kind of priest was that?"

  ~~~~~~~

 -Him-

4 hours later and he was still solid as a brick hard.

 "Fuck!”

 He palmed himself yet again then squeezed hoping to relieve some of the ache there but no luck and no relief. He shoved his hand under his head and stared up through the glass roof of his skylight at the night sky. It was clear without a cloud in sight allowing the stars to really shine.

 "I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars."

 His cock throbbed so forcefully it could be seen through his now too tight pajama bottoms. Glancing down, he groaned exasperatedly.

 "Come on. It’s not funny anymore."

 He knew he shouldn’t have gone into that confessional. He knew he should have found somewhere else to wait for his manager as he spoke with the priest of the church he was donating a large amount of money to because of his connection to some of the kids he'd encountered the weekend before.

 He'd gone at that time because he was sure it would be empty and there would be no stray photos of him leaked. Donating money was no fun when everyone knew you'd done it. He liked the incognito life. He just wanted somewhere that had zero chance of him bumping into someone. No way did he expect someone to drop into the other side of the confessional and no way did he expect that someone to have that kind of confession.

 He closed his eyes as he recalled the little slivers of her face. Plum painted lips that looked full, a cute nose, skin that looked incredibly soft, and eyes that called to him. From the small perforations in the wood, he would classify you as a fucking goddess.

 Once you began your confession he should have interrupted and set the record straight but there was something about your voice that held him in place, silencing him. He’d picked up the distress in it, the frustration and uncertainty. Then the more he listened he fell under some spell. When she mentioned her definite non virgin status, he was way past curious. Maybe that’s what possessed him to answer her when she asked if he was there.

 "Curiosity," he muttered mulling over it.

 He thought over your entire confession and within seconds his cock throbbed again. Without even realizing it his hand had drifted into his pajama bottoms and was now wrapped around his engorged length.

 "Fuck!"

 "I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I wanted to try doing it while others watched, that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 "Uggh. Uggh. Uggh. Fuuuuuck."

 His hand moved so fast he was sure it was going faster than the speed of light. It had to have been. His groans, moans and grunts filled the space as he raced toward a finish he imagined would go across her beautiful face or her breasts he couldn’t see but was convinced were equally as gorgeous as her aura. Within seconds, his back angled off the bed as if whatever had possessed him earlier was finally exiting his body and being pulled into the air.

 "Holy fuck!”

 The white spots that decorated his vision made it impossible to see anything and in that moment he didn’t care. He was only focused on the amazing feelings coursing through him. When he finally regained some motion and sense he glanced down and found stream after stream of his release decorating his chest, pelvis, and pajama bottoms.

 "Ah shit. Come on! Haven't had to jerk myself off since I was twenty fucking years old, and one confessional tipped me over the edge? Unfuckinbelievable!”

 Not in a rush to get up and filled with frustration, he looked back to his skylight at the glittering stars and thought of the side profile of her face. Within seconds, he felt himself harden again and it was then he knew his cock was not done. He was in for a long night.

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You, like everyone else labelled 'Bad Batch' have been abandoned in the desert. Miami Man, the leader of a group of cannibalistic desert dwellers finds you. You prove yourself much more useful alive than dead. This series is ongoing and this post will be updated x

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Day 11 of Kinktober: Swimming Around With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out, eating out

Y/N’s POV

Arthur took me this magical place that I’ve never seen in any books or the internet before but it looks so majestic and the plants, never seen before either.

“Where are we?” I say still looking around at the place.

“This is where I became king of the ocean.” He says behind me.

“Really? Where were you at in this place when you became king?” I turn around and said.

“Right down that pond.” He points at the pond.

“What’s down there?” I question.

“The Karathen.“ He whispers in my ear.

“Is that where we’re going to, is that why you brought us here?” I look at him.

“Oh god no, we’re going over there.” He points to a waterfall.

“That looks gorgeous.” I look at the waterfall.

“You wanna go for a swim?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” I said.

Arthur and I get undressed and Arthur dives into the pond where the waterfall is. He pops out of the water and swims up to me.

“The water feels great Y/N/N.” He says.

I look at him and then look at the water, I get in the water and the water does feel good! Arthur wraps his arms around my body to guide me where he’s going to. I lay my head on his shoulder, holding on to him as well.

We get behind the waterfall and the wall looks like it has crystals all of it, it looks beautiful.

“This looks beautiful Arthur.” I unwrap myself from Arthur.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He smirks.

I look down and chuckle.

I sit on a small edge where the wall of crystals are, Arthur swims towards me and getting up to my level, I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him close to make us be nose to nose.

“How you feelin’?” He says in a deep voice.

“I’m fine.” I chuckle.

“You wanna try something?” He whispers in my ear.

“What?” I ask.

He looks at me, he leans in and kisses me, I smile in the kiss, I wrap my legs around him and he takes us to a different wall. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck which made me moan.

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with those blue eyes, he goes under water and I can feel him touch my body and I feel something inside me, how can this be possible? I moan even louder and I can feel him touching me under water and his tongue touching my clit. He continues to do this for a minute or two and then I hear something in the water even though the water fall is so loud I feel like nothing can hear me scream in pleasure.

I stop Arthur from eating me out and to make him see what I’m hearing, it’s a fish that I’ve never seen before in my life.

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen, I’m here to protect you.” Arthur says cresting my cheek.

“Arthur I’m scared about anything in this area and I’m just scared something might happen to me with who or what is out there.” I said holding him close to me.

“That’s why I’m here to protect you, animals can understand me and I can understand them, believe me Y/N, I love you so much, I wouldn’t let a bug get near you.”

I think I’m blushing, he’s so sweet to me and he would kill anything if someone or something would try to hurt me, I love him.

“Arthur, can we kiss again? I actually feel safe with you when you do that.” I softly touch his hair.

“Anything to make my girl happy.” He smirks.

He kisses me and it felt like we were kissing for hours but it felt like it was 6 minutes. I felt things surrounding us but I kept on kissing him, I feel so safe with him.

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Til’ Sea Do Us Part

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Black Female Reader

Summary: After being in a complicated fling with Arthur, you take a much needed vacation to clear your head. But when your vacation uncovers an unexpected surprise, what will you do once confronted?

Warning(s): L Bombs, Hair pulling, Smut, Degrading, Praise

Word Count: 4.7k

Grabbing a shirt from the big pile of clothes on your bed, you fold it up and place it in your suitcase. Packing had to be the worst part of going on any vacation, your room would always be left in a total wreck afterwards.

“Knock knock.”

You sigh, already knowing who would have the nerve to knock on your door and actually say the words 'knock, knock'.

“What.”

You say, knowing who was at your door before you ever opened it because there’s only one person who knocks like that.

“Am I disturbing you.” He pushes past you and goes to your kitchen.

“Actually, yes. You are.” He rolls his shoulders as he cracks a beer he got from your fridge.

“Too bad. What are you doing anyway.” He leans over, seeing the tornado in your room. Going in it, he immediately sees the suitcase.

“You’re leaving?” A serious statement finally leaves his mouth.

“Yeah?” You go back to folding and packing.

“Where are you going.”

He crosses his arms, demanding a response.

“Wow. You never listen to me.” You huff, being more aggressive with your clothes.

“What do you mean. Yeah I do, all the time unfortunately.” You roll your eyes, walking up to him and his arms relax at his sides.

“If you did you would know where I am going.” You shove a pair of pants into his chest, pointing to your dresser.

“Third drawer.”

“Don’t do this to me now. It had to be a while ago.”

He chugs his beer and quickly throws it away. Well to be fair, you did tell him around a month and a half ago so it has been a minute.

“A cruise. I’m going away on a cruise, Arthur.”

Done with the outfits you start packing panties and bras.

“Yeah, with your best friend. See, I do listen.” You chuckle in the slightest.

“Whatever you say.”

You take a few from your drawer and place them in two piles.

“Woah! What are you planning to do with those panties?” He points to a dark green lace panties you have in your hands.

“I’m a grown woman, Arthur.” He shakes his head and snatches your underwear.

“I’m gonna need you to keep it pg on this cruise.” He says stretching his arm up so its impossible for you to reach your underwear.

“Stop being a child and give me that.” You hold out your hand and he stares down at you not letting up.

“Come on! I don’t have time to play around, the boat is leaving this evening.”

You reach up, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Please,” You plead, he sighs and finally hands it to you.

Zipping up your suitcase, you roll it in the hallway by the front door. You shove him out your room, “Aria will literally kill me if I’m late.”

“It won’t be the end of the world.” He tries to persuade you to let him stay but you are relentless.

“No. But it will be the end of our vacation.” He turns to you in your doorway, towering over you.

“A moment can’t hurt…come on.”

He leans down mere centimeters from your lips. Temptation calls out to you, just one moment won’t hurt. You put your lips against his. A peck is all that could be managed with how fast you pulled away.

“Arthur, I can’t do this.” You keep your distance with your hand on his chest.

“What do you mean? Its a kiss.” He bites his lip, thinking about that teasing peck.

“A kiss that turns into touching, that turns into sex, that turns into you…not wanting a relationship after you rocked my world the night before,” You see the guilt in his eye,

“We tried that whole thing and it didn’t work. I know what I want and I’m not settling for less.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“I rocked your world, huh?” He smugly says, but the unamused look on your face says that this isn’t the time to joke.

“Bottom line is, you’re not ready for commitment.” You take a deep breath, slowly closing the door on him.

“So I’m going to pack matching lace sets, short dresses and swimsuits that shouldn’t be labeled as such because I’m not casual sex, I am a person that deserves to be valued and not seen as a personal fuck toy.”

You closed the door on him, not letting him issue a response. It needs to sink in for him. You met up with Aria and got on the cruise, as soon as you both got your bags sent to your room you changed into swimsuits and lounged on the top deck by the pool.

“and I told him, I’m not casual sex, I deserve to be valued as a woman.” You tell her, taking a sip of your margarita.

“I know thats right. It was long overdue. You let him get away with too much shit.”

You take out the straw and down the drink, sighing.

“He fucks so good.” She laughs at your blunt words.

“And he can be sweet from time to time. He checks off all the boxes and I mean all.”

She opens her mouth to ask you further questions but ultimately takes you word for it. Continuing to listen you ramble on.

“He just can’t commit. Its always something and its always me!” A worker picks up your empty glass and asks if you want another.

“Pina colada with extra vodka please.” They nod to you.

“Darling, that’s just men. There’s always something wrong when you find the “perfect” guy. Whether that be snoring or in-laws. Sometimes I wonder if life was easier when we were dating women.”

She puts on her shades.

“For now lets tan or get darker in our case and we’ll continue this conversation in the room. I can feel the conservative stares.”

You chuckle at her and smile closing your eyes.A few days in and your battling a crazy hangover. You were in the Bahamas for two days, Aria had family there so she spent time with them while you recovered. You got food and everything but you stayed in the room.

“When you see him after the cruise, tell him how you feel and if he isn’t honest with you then forget him for wasting your time.”

Her words repeated in your head, thats one thing you could depend on her for. Telling you what you needed to hear, no matter how much you hated it. Looking out on the balcony from the comfort of your bed, the sun was long gone and the moon shined on the ocean. You contemplated going out to the deck party but you didn’t want to push your luck, you were convinced you were one shot away from throwing up if you didn’t recover properly.

“I guess drinking my problems away only does so much.” You smack your pillow over your face.

A banging was irritating you and the tv wasn’t doing enough. Getting out the bed you drink some water from the fridge and the banging continues, at this point it wasn’t in your head. Looking around, you figured that it was coming from the balcony door. Opening the locked door, you’re immediately backed into the room.

“I can handle those little outfits you wear but body shots is where I draw the line.” He says as he locks the door behind him.

“How did you get here?” You ask, jaw dropped.

“And you saw my story?” He looks at you from head to toe and shifts his stance.

“Of course I saw it. Me and 600 other people.” You nod.

“Why are you here? Did you get so horny, you had to track me down?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Thats not the reason I came. I came because-“

“-Let me stop you right there. You came all this way somehow. Cut to the chase.” You tell him sternly with your finger placed against his lips, having a strong feeling he was on the verge of ranting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, not making any moves yet.

“No, you cannot.”

Who were you kidding of course you wanted to kiss him, honestly kissing barely touched the surface of what you wanted him to do to you.

“I understand. My life was a mess the week you were away. I found out I was a potential royal air to Atlantis, my half brother reeked havoc on the surface, tried to kill me in a duel, I found my mom, became king and I had a few near death experiences on the way.”

That is hard to follow up. Staring at him, your jaw slightly drops to his summary.

“This all happened in a week?” You exclaim in clear bewilderment. Processing everything he said to you, you smile to him.

“You found your mom.”

He smirks, you know how much it means to him to finally be with his mom. He always talked about how he wanted to at least have a conversation with her, he wanted her to see his growth and now he finally has that.

“So you’re a king?” He hums to your question, “Hopefully they know what they’re in for,” He nudges you, chuckling at your remark. Noticing how close you are to him, your breathing slows.

“I thought about what you said and is that really what you think? I see you as a sex toy?” You take a steady step back, your mind sways in distaste at those words leaving his mouth.

“You can reassure me all you want but your actions say so much.”

The eye contact was intense, he was looking for a lie something that told him you were lying but there was nothing. You were telling the truth. At this he practically collapsed on the bed, his hands stabilizing himself on his knees.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to say. What can I say?” He laughs sarcastically to himself.

“I don’t see you as a sex toy. I never did. Ever. I just…I have issues and I know you deserve way better than what I have to give you. But I want you. I always did, still do and I tried to stop, move on but that didn’t work.”

He says pouring out his truth to you. You know exactly what he’s talking about. That long night you two shared together, he lost his restraint? Pushing his hair back, he watches as your face goes through so much realization at once.

“I can work on my commitment issues. I can grow, I can mature. I will do whatever I possibly can to be a fraction of the man you need.”

You’ve never heard him speak about his feelings and issues so much. When you tried he would always change the subject but he was facing it head on. Whatever he’s been through definitely changed him for the better.

“Arthur.”

His name lingers on your lips as you move closer, standing directly in front of him. Doing your best to hold back tears, you take a breath.

“I-I…” The words couldn’t manifest on your tongue as you burst into tears. Wiping the tears away, you see him staring at you and embarrassment fills your whole being.

“I’m sorry. I need a moment.” You go to the bathroom in a rush.

Looking in the mirror, you shake your head. Crying in front of him had to be a new low. In the two years, you’ve cried over the whole mess of a relationship you both had, if you can even call it that, but you never cried in front of him. At all. He sat in shock. What did he say? Did he say the wrong things? His mother told him to speak from the heart and thats what he did. The whole thing is so overwhelming. When you saw him, you were determined to break things off but now you can’t bring yourself to do it. As corny as it might sound, it would feel like a piece of you was taken if you were to do it. Pulling yourself together, you grab a tissue, open the door and there he was ready to knock.

“I’m at a lost for words,” You sniffle, blowing your nose, “I was holding onto this for two years, just to hear you say that as I was ready to break this off.” He backs up as you get out the bathroom. His face visually drained, the optimism he had before now disappeared.

“Do you mean it?” You hiccup and he perks up, “I don’t want you saying all this to get in my pants.” You point to him and he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“I mean it. I do. Sex didn’t even cross my mind.” You grace him with a small smile, complimented with puff eyes and tear stains.

Slowly he cups your cheeks, wiping your face with his thumbs. Leaning into you, he kisses the top of your head and hugs you. Rapping your arms under his arms, he holds you tightly and close to his chest. Stroking your head.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He mutters into your bonnet. The embrace was loving as if he was deathly afraid of losing you.

“I don’t want you to keep crying so let's stop talking about feelings for now.” You chuckle into his chest, looking up to him.

“I agree.”

You both figured things out yet tension was still in the air. Jealousy was somehow in the air. Shifting his head down, he kisses you. It’s no mediocre or shy kiss it was demanding and wanting. He was fully in the moment and so were you. Moving your arms up, you hooked them around his neck and he moved his down to your waist. Forcing his tongue in your mouth, he takes a breath through his nose. Drinking you in, squeezing your waist to make sure this moment is real. He went through so much just to recognize a great woman like you and understand not to let you go. This is the perfect moment. The moment for him to prove himself to you in this new relationship. Breaking away from the kiss, you hum as you lean your head back.

His kisses trail down your neck. Erratic patterns all over it, with the way he’s moving you know the hickeys will be more than visible even with your melanin skin. His touch is burning on your cold skin, you’re convinced steam is radiating off you with every touch and kiss.

“mm, arthur.”

You breathe out, sigh of relief leaving your lips as your shorts slide down your legs. He stops briefly, making sure you want this. Looking down to you, tenderness is seen in his eyes.

“touch me arthur.” You strip your skimpy shirt, revealing the matching set he was teasing you about.

“Keep talking to me like that and you might not like what I do.” He smiles, gripping you by the thighs and dumping you on the bed.

“This is your favorite color isn’t it?” You tempt him, the green lace on your body the physical representation of temptation.

The amount of wetness piling up in your underwear clearly amusing and exciting him as you hear a grunt rumble from his chest. Eyeing your body with a burning flame and pouncing on you, crawling on top of you. The bikini line that shows under your bra, your brown skin turning a shade darker from the sun, your tired hungover gaze and your curves. The dips on either side of your hips, the little chub on your stomach thats perfectly proportionate to your thighs and your soft shiny skin.

He notices everything, the inside of your thighs were calling to him, blinding him with the sparkly trail of wetness that left your cunt, your cute aching cunt. He shouldn’t be rewarding you, he thought, he should be punishing you for leaving him with a painful boner every time he saw you. But punishing is for another day, tonight is all about making everything up to you. Goodness are you attractive, your beauty alone makes him forget about every problem, every responsibility he has. All he thinks about is you when you’re in his view. He ran his hands over your body, soft touches from your knees to the inside of your thighs to tight squeezes at the sides of your stomach to light rubbing on your arms.

Reaching behind your back, he unclips your bra taking a good look at your breasts as he throws the clothing to the side. His hands cup your chest and you roll your eyes, slapping your hands on top of his to ensure he doesn’t move them. A cocky smirk plays at his lips as he leans down into your ear.

“tell me what you want,” he breaths lowly against your cheek, a moan falling from your lips as his knee nudges your clit.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me into the sheets. Please, please, pretty please.”

Your desperation meets no ends as you immediately beg him, you’ve experienced his strokes before, you know what you’re in for and thats what makes this even more of a tease.

"I guess I should give you what you want. Since you asked so nicely.”

You nod repeatedly as finger plays with the hem of your underwear. Yanking them down your legs, you kick them down, flinging them off them bed. You make things too easy for him, who needs foreplay when you’re so wet. Pushing a finger in your tight hole, its goes in without a problem. Unbuckling his pants, he takes them off and pushes them to the floor. Cock on full display for you, rubbing his soaked finger on the head of his dick, his breath shuddered. Pumping his dick a few times, he makes sure he’s his hardest for you before lining up with your hole.

You tap your stomach in anticipation, waiting patiently to be filled up with his big cock. Pushing through your squeezing he groans, halfway through he stops to take a few deep breaths.

“I missed your hole.” He grunts lowly, sounding pussy drunk when not even his tip is inside.

“Your pretty little pussy.”

His hand reaches down rubbing your clit as he hastily bullies his way inside your gummy walls. Your toes curl at the stretch and you feel the coil in your tummy winding up with each moment he's inside you.

“no one...m'..can fuck- fuck me like you.”

You gasp as he leans down, moving out of you and pushing in, he smirks. You’ve been craving this even if you never wanted to admit it out loud, you were singing like a canary for him and he couldn’t have loved it more.

“miss me, baby?” His hips pulled back and snapped forward, finally finding a sinful stroke.

He was knocking into you like he didn’t travel thousands of miles to see you on this boat. Speaking of, the rough currents of the deepest waters couldn’t touch the way he thirstily thrusted into you. The hangover will be the least of your worries later. Tightening your legs around his waist, your nails move across his back, threatening to break the skin barrier, shortened moans leaving your lips as wind is knocked out of your lungs with every move of his hips. He was determined to fuck that bonnet off your head so he can pull on your braids, making you tell him you love him, he knows you do. Why would you put so much effort into a person and relationship if you didn’t, but he was executing this step by step.

“w-wow.. A-arthur.” Your core was twisting and churning, your fingers could not match up to the climax you’re about to get from this man. His words are now registering to you.

“I did…m-miss you. Oh fuck. Yes! I did.” You whine in his arms, his hand tries pushing your legs down, all you can do is smile as he looks you in the eyes. Trapping him in a tight hold, your cunt soaks his dick, his tip curving and scraping the top of your g spot. Your nails scratched down his entire back as you came down from your high, moaning.

Prying your legs off him, he sits up, resting them on his shoulders. All the while watching as your face twists up from the sensitivity, the skin slapping matched with his balls hitting your ass over and over makes you want to stay on this boat forever.

“You’re so tight. Loosen up a little.” He asks as his movements slow down, he knows you’re doing it on purpose now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says referring to him getting lost in you, shaking your head you grab his hand and interlock your fingers.

“its okay…” You smile to him and your hooded eyes gave away how dick drunk you are but if you say you’re okay then you’re okay. Keeping the slow pace, he pounds into you. The position mocked missionary and your soul honestly can’t take anymore of him staring into you with his piercing eyes. His other hand made its way to your head as he flipped you into another position, pulling off your bonnet and he holds onto your braids.

“Arthur!” You wince, head being pulled back and your back forced to arch, he had you on all fours. Right where he wanted you.

“do you have to be…this rough?” You whine and grunt as he holds your braids tighter. He’s considerate of where to pull your hair, so he doesn’t yank out your braids.

“What makes you think you don’t deserve it? I could do much worse. If you want that.” He says to you in between pants, his voice hitting a dangerous low in your ear. The promising opportunity leaving a smirk on your lips. Hitting your high once again, your body tingles all over, it felt like butterflies but more intense. Its confusing, isn’t it a tad bit too late for butterflies at this rate? he’s literally inside you.

“Tell me something.” He gathers your attention, pulling you completely out of your bliss and thoughts as his pace reaches a halt.

“And don’t lie to me.” He speaks deeply into your right ear, a message only meant for you to hear as his hand goes down and cups your mound.

“Do you love me?”

You bite your tongue, wincing at the pain. Out of all the things he could say…he said that.

“Is now really the time-“ You turn your head to the side, able to see him out the corner of your eye.

“Yes. Now is the time.” His expression is neutral, no joking or anything of the sorts, he is 100% looking for a truthful answer. You sigh.

“I do love you.”

The silence consumed the both of you as you stood on the bed in fucking position. Was that the answer he’s looking for?

“Say it again.”

He demands, rubbing on your clit as he grips your hair tightly.

“I love you.”

You bite back moaning the words, your fingers tangling in the sheets more and more.

“Again.”

Your legs cross at the ankles as you forcefully squeeze him in you, his fingers on your clit isn’t nearly enough.

“I love you, Arthur.” You exclaim, swallowing heavily and he shifts forward, his beard tickling your shoulder and cheek.

“I love you too.” He says in your ear, a smirk painted on his lips, as he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, you grin.

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Breathing in and out, you sniffle at the hair that went up your nostril. Moving the hair out your face, you shift on the pillow, basically hiding your face in it. Nothing registered for you yet, for all you care its a regular morning in bed. A slight chill on your neck causes you to shrug and blink your eyes open, turning over your eyes focus on the surroundings.

“Look who’s finally awake.” She says in an sarcastic tone, looking up from scrolling on her phone.

“when did you get back?” You ask in a whisper, your throat sore as hell.

“Last night, although I had to take a detour because of all the ruckus you were making in here.”

She was definitely waiting for you to wake up to tease you. Letting out a short embarrassed giggle, you wave her off.

“you sound like an old lady.” She chuckles at your comment and sighs.

“could you pass me a shirt, I’m pretty naked.” Aria throws a shirt at your head, slipping it on, you sit up and look next to you. Arthur is passed out cold with a raging case of bedhead, the sight is one to be photographed and framed. Stretching and rolling your shoulders, you blink slowly as if your brain is still mush.

“Never thought I’d see the day where an underwear would be flung on my bed.”

You laugh, holding your stomach as she points to the panties she placed on the table in-between both beds.

“So thats where I kicked it.” Getting out the bed, you grab the underwear and put it with your dirty stuff, putting on new undies.

“What time is it?” You ask, picking up the clothes on the floor, folding his up nicely and placing them on the foot of the bed.

“11:42” You nod, stifling a yawn as you scratch your head.

“What on earth did you do to him?”

She utters, genuinely concerned as she stands over him, eyeing the visible hickeys, bites and marks all over him.

“Someone was hungry.”

“Do you ever get tired of teasing me.”

You ask, half rhetorical and half serious. Lifting up to stretch your stiff limbs as you watch her movements.

“Nope, you know what else I never get tired of?”

“Wine.” Your tired voice mixed with her joyous voice in a harmonious yet comedic way.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I have a wine tasting to get to.”

She grabs her purse and waves you off as she leaves the room. A sharp pain hits you in your bladder and you run to the bathroom. As you use the toilet, the pain leaves your stomach and you go back into the room.

“Good morning.” His raspy morning voice just makes you want to crawl under his skin.

“Good morning.” You shoot him a warm smile as he motions you to come closer. Standing by the bed, he reaches up and traces your jawline, rubbing your chin with his finger tips.

Pulling you down to his level to kiss you tenderly, a low moan leaving your lips, his hand moving up underneath your shirt to squeeze your hip.

“How are you feeling?” He breaks the kiss, sits up and off the bed in his boxers.

“I’m good, my stomach is hurting a bit but I’ll live.”

“Where is it hurting?” He helps you lift up your shirt and watches as you point to the area below your belly button.

“Somewhere here.” You grunt softly, accidentally touching the sore spot.

“Here?”

You shake your head.

“Here?”

You see what he’s doing, one hand trying to point out the problem and the other caressing your back, making its way to your butt.

“Here??”

He stares at your stomach, glancing at you for a moment, making you chuckle and utter a no. Your eyes go wide as he gropes your ass, playfully grabbing his wrist, you shake your head.

“You’re not slick.” You chuckle with him.

“Relax, I’m trying to assess your situation, so be a good patient and stay still.” He cackles mid sentence and finds his composure.

“The whore is jumping out, Arthur.” He bursts out laughing as you reach up to fix his hair, pulling down your shirt, you put on your shorts and point to his clothes.

“Let’s get some breakfast, I’m hungry.”

You tell him as your stomach rumbles. Putting on his clothes from last night, he turns to you as he messes with his hair.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” He warns you and you nod.

“Time is money then.” You grin, grabbing your phone and walking to the door with him close behind, before you open the door he spins you around.

“I love you.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and one on your lips.

“I love you too.”

You kiss him back several times as if you weren’t sure the others were up to par.

“Alright now we can go.” He says while opening the door for you and putting on some shades.

“Is that mine?” You ask as you walk through the hallway to the elevators, fingers interlocked.

“Yeah.”

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ineta (ii)

When Duncan does sleep, he dreams of green and something gold looking.

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x OC

Warnings: violence, light blood/gore

Summary: ineta is backed into a corner, and finds that duncan may hold the key to their survival.

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Ineta shrieks and collides against the jagged stone walls of the dungeon.

Why it was necessary to remind all that they were in an Harkonnen dungeon escaped her, as though it were possible to forget. Still, the ram hung over a bloody orange field leered at her. Red eyes and claws. She had thought it a real beast, pouncing on her for its latest victim. She lays a hand over her pounding heart. 

"Miss Ineta?"

Ineta curses her feeble nerves, and draws herself up to a more dignified pose on her own two feet to greet the guard. He's a tall, clean-shaven man only a few years older than her at most. Soft eyes, and a mouth twisted upwards in a curious smile. She eyes the crest on his breastplate warily.

"What are you doing here?" he asks kindly.

Ineta nods towards the cells.

"The Baron orders me to see to the newest prisoner. I am to ensure his survival for questioning," she says levelly. Ineta doesn't wait for him to respond to move past him. There's authority in her words for servants, but soldiers were hard to predict, being more under the command of the Baron and his nephew. It was best to move fast.

"Wait."

Ineta stops and feigns an impatient scowl.

The soldier looks at her with something akin to understanding in his face. She's reminded of the same expression she wears when letting off a slacking maid or clumsy server. "You'd best return quickly then, Miss Ineta. Before the Baron grows impatient." 

He gives a small smile and turns to face the other way. Ineta smiles back.

"Thank you, soldier."

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Duncan Idaho is clinging to the precipice of life. At least he still had all his fingers, he thinks. He inhales harshly at a more piercing pain at his cheek, jerking his head away. The pain is soothed by a soft hand. He's been a fighter for long enough to recognize the the pain as a needle and thread, and the soft hand as a nurse.

In the darkness, he can't quite see who's there, though he's uncertain the swelling over his eyes would have allowed him to see at all. He cracks his lips open from the seal of dried blood.

"Thank you."

"You need to save your breath," comes the firm reply. He recognizes the voice immediately as the girl who'd been at his most recent beating. Duncan tries to remember her features, but recalls only the green color of her skirt and something gold looking.

"You saved my life," he says suddenly. It sounds clumsy coming from a spurt of belabored breathing, no doubt tinged with the dank, prison air. But he feels the need to thank her almost oppressively. Briefly, he realizes this is because he is unsure he will ever get the chance to ever again, and stops himself from envisioning a painful death.

No, he must not lose hope. His hands clench in on themselves, only to be unfurled by her.

"Eat it, if you can," she murmurs. Its grainy texture implies bread, but his stomach flips stubbornly. Despite its protests, he brings it to his mouth and gnaws with determination. It hurts to move, to breath, to swallow, but he'd do it if it meant he'd survive to see the red hawk of House Atreides fly again. He just needed a few days. They couldn't be too far off from their next incursion into fortress territory.

He feels her return to work, cleaning and sewing open wounds quietly and quickly, experienced with pain.

"What's your name?" he asks. There's a beat before she answers, like she's considering if he's worth the trouble of replying. Or if he'd survive long enough for it to matter.

"Ineta," she finally says. "Miss Ineta to you."

Duncan chuckles, immediately regretting the burst of pain in his lungs he feels. He clutches his chest and rolls his head over on the stone slab of a cot they'd given him. The cell, from what little he'd seen, was nothing but a simple square, enclosed on all sides save for the barred entrance. What mattered more to him was the corridor leading into it.

One way in, one way out, from what he'd seen. It was nothing but a single, unending row of rotting prisoners.

"I'm glad you can still laugh," she says quietly. Duncan doesn't really hear. He imagines Atreides forces marching through, saving them.

"Duncan?" Ineta calls gently, shaking his shoulder. He must have worried her, going quiet like that. She touches his forehead and sighs at the temperature. "You'll be alright, if you don't get any worse. I'll try to come back whenever I can."

Try. Duncan grasps her wrist. She shouldn't try, not when he wouldn't need it. In fact, she shouldn't be anywhere near him after tonight. He rasps, but the words are sticky with blood and catch in his throat. Instead, he drags her close to him, ignoring the pain of her palm pressed against his chest in resistance.

"Get as far away as possible. You should run," he says. This is foolish, he knows, it is entirely possible that she, the cupbearer for the Harkonnens, would run to warn them. But Duncan has always trusted his heart. He tells her anyway. "Run far, far away. They may not spare you."

He can't see, but he hears her gasp and stumble away. It's comforting to him. At least one person would live either way, the girl who'd shown him mercy in the face of his captors. Captors he knew were cruel masters from his time as a slave here, though he wondered what her true place was with them. Servant? Favorite? Mistress?

Duncan sighs and brings the bread to his lips again.

Moments later, he hears a body crumpling to the floor somewhere. Duncan exhales sharply, filled with cold dread. He felt hot in his head, and cold everywhere else. Useless and weak. He clings to the thought of Ineta and the hope that she will survive, that if she may be brave then he'd do the same.

When Duncan does sleep, he dreams of green and something gold looking.

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This time, Ineta manages not to scream. The horror is nowhere less, nor the odor of blood. Distantly, she thinks that it's odd. That that poor, kind soldier, dead on the floor, was not bleeding. And yet, it seemed the world stank of bloodshed.

She cannot tear her eyes from his, even when the Baron chortles.

"Poor boy, that one," he says in a sickly soft tone. "Lied for you, dear Ineta. Died for you, too."

The Baron huffs impatiently. "What is it about you? That my useless son should sire a useless girl, out of some servant on a hellhole of a planet. But that you are the one that they listen to." He looks at her intently, as though to discern meaning from her face. "Why do you inspire devotion?"

Ineta feels that she has nothing in her throat but reeds, snapping in harsh wind and making some eerie screeching of its own volition. She clutches her mouth to try to stop the sounds, but nothing does. She cries and cries, shaking her head.

"I admit, even in myself, I thought you were the best of us however lowly your birth. But this can be forgiven."

"No. No, no, no," she whispers. She could control herself. She really should, but what's the point now? The Baron knows that she was here against implied orders. It was less than what she'd seen him torture and kill for. No doubt, she shared the same, if not a worse, fate as that guard. Maybe the Baron would snap her neck too and be quick with it.

"Look at me," the Baron snaps.

He'd never seemed a more grotesque man than now to Ineta. He towered over her, perhaps triple her mass, with blood on his hands he seemed to relish in. Maybe it was the wine they drank, so dark and pungent it was that it might cause insatiable blood-thirst. It was her fault. She should not have come on some wild dream that she would do good, or that they might be able to escape. Now a man was dead, and she'd follow him.

"This is a predicament. But it seems you've made yourself pleasant to Duncan Idaho, I'd presume? My nephew is... not bright. But perhaps he was right? That Idaho is some lover of yours?" The Baron leaned over Ineta. "I might be motivated to forget this whole ordeal-" he says, gesturing to the body, "-if you were to produce viable information."

Ineta forces her hands from her face.

"Of course, my Lord." The compliance comes easily, after a lifetime of swallowing hard commands. This time though, her voice tremors. Deceit, she thinks, does not suit me.

"Good, it's settled then, dear girl. Leave, and not a word to Rabban or he will kill you both himself."

As Ineta flees, nearly running through the prison corridor where the Baron stood over his victim. She passes the banner of the red-eyed ram over its orange field. It had somehow become flat to her, and she does not pause to glance at it a second time.

Its power is lost. The real beasts, she realizes, are the Harkonnens. It would not matter if she gave in and extracted information, however vital, from Duncan. She was dead anyway, for the simple reason that she betrayed them. There was very little time to act, but she needed to see Duncan again as soon as possible.

Their lives depended on it.

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Imagine you had a really rough day until deep in the evening. You're exhausted as fuck, tired from the whole day. Everyone wants anything from you. Your going finally into your bedroom and your lovely broad man is lying naked under the sheets waiting for you. You sighs. "Long day, love? Come here!" You get undressed ASAP and snuggles him under the sheets. His warm embrace welcomes you. He slowly rubs your naked back and leaves kisses on your forehead and face. "I love you, you know that right?" You nuzzle in this little soft spot between his shoulder and his neck. Your nose inhales his musky soaped scent. "I love you too!" His body heat warms you up, makes you feel comfortable and home.

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Cursed Beauty • Two

✬ Pairings: Aquaman x WOC! Reader.

Warning(s): do not interact if you aren’t the age of 18. Do not read if you haven’t read part one. Mentions of gore, strong language, sexual content and subjects that aren’t pleasing to certain viewers. Viewer discretion is advised

Description; At a young age you were cursed with a violent curse, today marked the ninth anniversary of your parents passing. You’ve started your day as normal but out of all days, you break your routine and meet the infamous Arthur Curry, known to the world as Aquaman.

Your eyes are the keepers of your soul.

Your name was not only blessed with a curse but she was also blessed with a gift. Many gifts. Gifts that were valuable to whomever possessed it. Not only did your curse grant you eternal beauty, a beauty that caused anyone to fall for you, and fall down to your feet in a matter of minutes, you could never fully understand nor did you really know all you were capable of.

Your eyes opened slowly, you shook your wrist that were tied behind the chair you were sitting in. Shaking yourself, you were in desperate need of an escape, not even your powers worked. “Your powers won’t save you here.” A voice echoed throughout the abandoned building.

You whimpered. “Let me out. Who are you? Come closer.”

The footsteps increased. Your attention turned to the man standing in front of you, he was tall, looked to be Greek, he had a blind eye with a scar going down it. He wore a long leather coat. “I’m Grey, and you’re going to help me. In return, I’ll lift your curse.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re blind and stupid I see.” No one could lift the curse so violently and viciously plastered on you, it was unable to be lifted. The only key to lifting the curse, that neither you or Arthur Curry knew was- your love and the child you two would bore. It was foretold. It was written. Bound to happen.

“Don’t let my one bad eye fool you. You are a mystery, (Y/n.). I’ve been hearing a lot about your family and your curse through the grapevines over the years.”

You looked around, trying to think of what you could do to escape this place. “If you have heard the rumors about me, tell me what you’ve heard. Not all stories hold the truth.” He folds his arms. “In fact, they do. Each lie holds a little truth, doesn’t it?” He pulls out a chair. “The ropes you have around your wrist are why you aren’t able to get out of here. I know all about your curse, that any man gets attached and falls for you, he dies. A violent death. Am I getting warm?”

“Partly.” Your eyes scanned the floor. “What you fail to realize is it’s a two way street. I would have to be in love with them. So if you got me here to use me as a pawn, it won’t work.”

Grey looked at her. “Pawn? Yes. But that’s not what I’m here for. I know that you can see the future, I also know that you have certain qualities that I need at my exposal to take care of a great enemy. You’re more powerful than anyone I’ve ever laid eyes on, (y/n).” Your eyes went from the floor to him, “I’m not helping you. So let me go.”

“You’re going to help me if you want a future.”

You laugh. “The only good benefit of my curse is.. I can’t die, I’ll live long and alone.” Grey knew about her curse, after all his family was the one who placed it long ago. “I know a loophole. All I need for you to do is lure Aquaman out. Your beauty is luring. Literally. And, I need you to keep him from harming me long enough to make my move.”

“I won’t help you kill someone.”

He nods his head slowly. “Not even for your freedom?” Although that felt nice, you were more than ready to be free of this curse. But at the expense of someone else’s Life? He looked at her. “You will think about my offer. It will continue to stand until midnight.” He waved his boys over to release you from your ropes. And you rubbed your wrist. “My answer will not change.” You stood to your feet, you froze him in place. “I will not help you kill anyone, and you are a fool to untie me knowing what I’m capable of.” Using your force, you lifted him up in midair. You stopped his boys from making another step.

“Don’t be a fool. How much more time are you willing to spend alone locked up in that hotel? Away from the world, unloved and isolated!”

You threw him against the wall with your mind, he fell to the ground. Coughing and bleeding from his mouth. You turned your attention to his friends. “You two want a go?” They didn’t take one step. You shook your head walking over to Grey. “I rather take comfort in my sadness, then take a life.” You squat down in front of him, tilting his head back. “You are right though. I’m far more powerful than you or I know. New powers seem to unlock every day. I think you should leave, Grey.” Staring deep in his eyes, I burned into his soul. His eyes started to bleed.

“I have the power over your life right now, I’m staring deep into your soul and all I see is an angry, confused man. You only hate Aquaman because he’s what the world idolizes, and they see what you do as evil.”

Grey was immobilized. Pulling back, your eyes went from golden rose to brown as you exited his mind. He just stared at you, blood from his eyes, body still immobile and limp. “You’re very very stupid. You shouldn’t have untied me.” He chuckled hard. “You think I didn’t have insurances?” You frowned standing tall. “Oh? You talking about the men standing outside waiting for me? Oh sweetheart.” You laughed. “I’ve taken care of them.” Planting a kiss on Grey’s cheek, “Kiss of death. You fall at my feet. You no longer beat.” You recite. He shook, the spot on his cheek where you had kiss had become black; veiny. His face turning from pale to grey.

“Goodbye, Grey.”

••••

You walked out the building covering your body.

You were still unaware of all your capabilities. You were cursed but gifted with numerous gifts rolled in one, you were a powerful being and Grey was just the tip of the iceberg. You knew it wasn’t safe for you in this city anymore, it was time you went elsewhere. You stopped and turned to the building, you watched it burn in flames and collapse.

“You.”

You turned as your body shook. You were burning up. It was below zero but you were boiling. “Arthur?” Arthur just looked at you, he was confused. He didn’t understand what was happening when he knew you were kidnapped. “You’re safe?” You laugh. “I can handle myself. I’ve been doing it for years.” And you have, this wasn’t your first rodeo, a lot of people who knew about you either wanted your gifts for their own gain or wanted you dead for the power you possessed.

You were too powerful.

Yet, alone.

If it boiled down to your happiness or your gifts. You’d choose happiness. No amount of power was worth being alone. Unloved. You wanted to be happy. You wanted a family. You wanted that white-picket fence romance, but all of those things seemed impossible. You could see the future, yet, you couldn’t see past the few visions you got from touching Arthur.

“Yes.” You tried to walk past him, he reached for your hand. “Tell me what’s going on.” He frowned. “You’re burning up.”

He placed his hand to your forehead. “Oh yeah. You’re burning up.” Your forehead was starting to form sweat. His eyes met with yours. “The men who took you?” You turned your attention to the burning and collapsing building, “Their dead. You’re welcome by the way, they wanted you dead. You’ve made a lot of enemies. That’s not even the second person to approach me to help me get close to you, I mean you’re not that powerful so I don’t see why-”

“Hold on, what?”

You sighed heavily. “I have certain abilities. I can’t describe them all because there are so many, one of which is what you feel- when you asked me about my sadness. I’m not sad. Well, I am but.. can we leave here? I can explain more later.” Arthur nods, taking you into his arms. “Oh wow, you really can ride water?” You chuckle. He laughs. “Yes.”

“Thanks. you can put me down now.”

He placed you down into the water, you bounced up and down in the ocean. Your hands swing back and forth. You were trying to get back to your normal body temperature but you were still feeling the residual effects from the burning building. That was another thing, when you used your gifts, some of them you could feel. “Are you cooling?”

“Yes.”

Arthur laid you flat on your back, your eyes met with his. “You want to tell me what happened? I searched everywhere trying to find you and when I do find you, you’re standing outside a burning building and telling me you have powers.” You sighed. “They aren’t so much as powers. I prefer them as gifts and curses. The men kidnapped me, hoping that I would help them kill you in exchange for something I’ve been wanting for some time now.”

“Kill me?” He laughs softly. “And why didn’t you?”

You sighed. “As much as I want my freedom, I won’t take or partake in the acts of another’s demise. Help me up.” He helped you up, you looked over his body, your hand traced his tattoos. “Besides, the world needs you. I can’t take a superhero, now can I?” He looks you in eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He leans in to kiss you but you stopped him. “Stop. We can’t. You can’t.” Arthur couldn’t explain the desire he had for you: the feeling of familiarity, hopefulness when it came to you.

“Why? Why can’t we?” He tucked your hair behind your ears.

You shook your head. “I’m cursed. I think it’s best we stay away from each other. I appreciate you tracking me down and trying to save me from those men. But I can handle myself and I will be going now.” Arthur shook his head. “What do you mean cursed? I don’t care about any of that. I don’t know what it is about you, I’ve never felt this way towards anyone. But the minute I laid eyes on youu…”

“You fell for me? You wanted to be with me?”

He nods. “Yes.. that, but I also felt familiarity. I feel like we are supposed to be together, like there is something.. something pulling me to you. I can’t quite understand it.” You nod your head slowly. “It’s the curse. It lured men in, lures me in.. caused me and them to fall for eachother only to leave me heartbroken and you dead. Aquaman, trust me, I’m not safe.”

“Neither am I,” he planted his lips against yours.

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[alexagirlie]

Dune Fright Week 2023: Day 3

by @dunefandomevents

Title: Graveyard Summary: The world seemed to standstill, the breeze which had been blowing all morning had stilled, the sound of the birds and trees fell silent. It's like the planet took a deep breath, then exhaled in an explosion as the ground where he bled began to churn and move and an arm burst through the dirt and Paul stumbled away in terror.

Paul was wandering through the rolling hills and mist-covered trees which surrounded the Atreides homestead. He had been unusually restless after a morning spent training with his mother on perfecting his use of the voice. He had a current of energy under his skin and he thought a walk would help. 

He had snuck out of the castle and into a part of their lands which he had never explored before. Normally he kept to the gardens right outside the castle or to the cliffs and beaches below, not out into the endless woods.

It all looked the same, trees and overgrown grass and bushes until he passed a crop of evergreens and entered a clearing, at the center of this clearing he finds the collapsing remnants of an old graveyard. It was surrounded by a crumbling stone wall with a single opening which led to row after row of decaying headstones and overgrown with weeds and strange looking purple flowers.

He spends all afternoon exploring that graveyard, cataloging any names he can make out on the graves, inspecting the plants which he had never seen before. Only making his way back to the castle as the sun began to sink behind the mountains. He sits through the silent treatment from his mother and the disappointment from his father about sneaking away all afternoon. 

He couldn't wait to tell the one person he cared to about what he found, thinking that Duncan would find the place he found just as fascinating as he did. As soon as he was able he searched out the swordmaster to tell him about his afternoon and was dismayed and discouraged when Duncan warned him to stay away from that place. That it was dangerous and cursed.

Normally Paul was inclined to listen to Duncan but this place called to him, he couldn't stop thinking about it, would dream about it and after a week he found himself back within that mist blanketed forest and back between those stones, only this time felt different. Where before he felt fascinated by the place, this time he felt apprehensive and nervous, the feelings churning in his gut and getting worse with each step he takes.

Overwhelmed by the emotions he could not push away, not even with his mothers training, he spun around with the intention of leaving the graveyard the way he came when he tripped over a root and cut himself on a sharp edge of stone. The wound split the skin across the palm of his hand and he ended up bleeding all over the grave and the ground in front of it. The blood soaking into the dry earth.

The world seemed to standstill, the breeze which had been blowing all morning had stilled, the sound of the birds and trees fell silent. It's like the planet took a deep breath, then exhaled in an explosion as the ground where he bled began to churn and move and an arm burst through the dirt and Paul stumbled away in terror.

Paul made a run for the entrance as his hand continued to bleed profusely and every spot his blood fell came alive and dried out husks of what was once humans pulled themselves out of their graves.

He slammed into the solid, muscled form of Duncan as he cleared the stone wall and into the surrounded forest. The swordmaster must have followed him once he realized that Paul had snuck off again. 

As Paul stuttered through his explanation about the walking dead, fear filled Duncan's face and he grabbed Paul by the arm and together they ran back to the castle to raise the alarm.

The sounds of shuffling feet and hungry moaning followed them every step of the way.

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My Alpha Ch. 1 (Alpha!Declan Harp x Omega!Reader) Series

Thank you all so much for the demand for this series!! This first chapter-talk about slow burn- but I promise you all you're gonna love this series!

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You looked around the meeting, the fire in the middle of the circle kept you all warm on the breezy cold fall evening. “We gather because our ancestors did this, and we do it to respect them, us, our kind and our pack!” the pack master yelled. The men, women, boys, and girls howled and cheered. You sat quietly on a log watching everyone. You presented at 16, an omega, and here at 21, you still waited. Mostly due to the fact your father was a pack master and didn’t allow anyone to go near you. 

Also, because once everyone heard that you were Omega, they avoided you like the plaque and made their alphas do the same. Funny, Alphas are always so strong and fierce, until their wives or ehem-“Mates” were around and then they were whipped little bitches. You tucked your hands into your pockets as you sat on a log, listening to your father introduce the newest couple in the pack, the 17-year-old girl grinning proudly, the mark on her neck showing in the firelight, her 20-year-old boyfriend holding her possessively close to his chest. Your father and the pack gave them happy smiles, grinning as they announced they were engaged. 

After everyone had settled down, your father smiled, “Now, we have one more matter…a newcomer has joined our pack…Declan Harp, he comes from North Montana, ventured down here for a fresh start after a painful past.” Your father held his hand out a little as a rather tall, handsome man came out from behind a few others and looked around the group. His eyes landed on you before he looked onto others. The pack welcomed this newcomer and soon, the meeting was left to everyone chatting and sharing beers. You stood off to the side watching everyone, alone and seeing all the women watching Declan talk to the pack master. 

Soon after their conversation had been turned toward the pack and your father motioned you over to them. You huffed internally and walked over to the two of them. “Declan, this is my daughter Y/N, our pack is lucky to have what Omegas are left in this world. Omegas are an important part of a pack.” Your father was proud of the fact that his pack had many omegas. You hated it, but you looked up at Declan and swallowed before you let out a soft “Hello, welcome to the pack,” you stuck your hand out. 

Declan smiled and shook your hand. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N,” you smiled at him before your dad wrapped an arm around you. “Proud that my daughter here is an omega.” He looked down at you and squeezed you closer. “She’ll make a fine mate to a great alpha one day” he spoke as if he knew the future already. 

Declan looked from you, to your fathers hand squeezing your shoulder and he felt something in his gut. He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was a feeling that your fathers arm around you was wrong. 

You looked up at Declan again before looking at your father, “Why don’t I show Declan around town, since he’s new and all? I know the lumber yard is looking for someone to work there. Maybe he might be interested?” you asked as your father looked down at you, eyeing you before shaking his head. “No offense Declan, but I can’t just trust you to walk around town innocently with my daughter. You understand right?” he held you tighter to him, giving Declan a tight smile. Declan smiled a little. “No Sir, I understand completely. Why don’t you give me the address of the lumber yard and I’ll stop by there tomorrow and put in an application.” he smiled down at you. 

The next morning, you woke up to an empty house and smiled softly, ‘thank god…he’s so overbearing sometimes,” you stretched and walked into the kitchen, pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, you plopped down at the table, turning the kitchen TV on and watching your favorite tv show ‘Charmed’. You grinned while seeing the sister witches battling the source of all evil in the episode. 

A loud knock sounded on the back door, causing you to jump and glance behind you toward the back door. Getting up, you moved the drawn blinds to see the new alpha from the pack meeting the night before. You smiled and unlocked the door, cracking it open. “Hey!” you smiled at him. 

Declan looked at you and smiled. “Good Morning Y/N, Hope I’m not bothering you, I was looking for your dad actually,” Declan said looking down at you. You shook your head and peeked up at him, “You’re not bothering me, I just haven’t seen my father this morning. He might be in town,” you told him softly. Declan nodded and reached in his pocket pulling out a card, “I, uh, wanted to give you my number. Your pop seems to be pretty protective of you,” he said as the corner of his mouth pulled up into a half smile. You smiled a sly, shy smile and plucked the card from his hand, flipping it over in your fingers, reading the phone number on it. “uh, thanks…I’ll text you sometime.” You said as he grinned. “I’d really like that,” he smiled and walked down the steps before looking back up at you. “bye Y/N,” he waved a little and walked off as you bit your lip, closing the door and locking it. 

As the day went on, you got dressed in your dinner uniform and headed off to work. You tried not to think about Declan, how handsome he was, or the fact he smelt so good. You started your shift, trying to push the thoughts of him from your mind but found it difficult. You wanted to get to know him, but your father wasn’t going to allow it. Your gut told you that your father never had any intention of you finding a mate. 

You walked through the diner, carrying food to customers, taking orders, laughing and joking with the locals as they tipped you and treated you nicely. You got a feeling of eyes on you, but figured it was just customers waiting on you to serve them. But you never would have guessed that there was an alpha sitting across the street in the dark, watching, waiting to pounce on you the moment he had the chance.

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Just made it to chapter 17 of Best Friend and I wanted to take a moment to let you know I think you are an amazing author. Very seldom do I get so into the plot of a fanfic that I forget that THAT'S what I'm reading. 1/2 way through this particular story, I caught myself thinking it was "just some dude named Jason" as opposed to superimposing Jason Momoa onto this character.

I can hardly wait to look through the rest of your masterlist❤

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Thank you for checking out "Best Friends". I appreciate it! Also, think you so much for your sweet words. I'm so flattered! I'm sitting here with such a wide smile. Lol.

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Wasteland, Baby (Part 03/?)

Part 01 is here, Part 02 is here

Pairing: Miami Man x F!Reader

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: Rough smut, vaginal sex, bodily fluids, violence, body horror, hurt/comfort, angst, blood, post-fight sex, size kink, knife play and it wouldn’t be The Bad Batch without the (this time fairly mild reference to) cannibalism.

Summary: Arriving back at the Aircraft Boneyard you find out that Miami Man’s daughter has been taken hostage by a rival gang, you both set out to track her down.

A/N: You know the ‘I cant fix this man but maybe if I f*ck him it will calm him down?’ well kind of that but the other way around lol, this is my favorite one so far.

You only sleep for a few hours, and you suspect Cam didn’t come to bed at all. The sheets where he left you are completely undisturbed. Pulling your dress back on one handed you see the sky through one of the round windows in the plane fuselage; the tiniest hint of inky light making the clouds just about visible. 

The board scrapes when you pull it out of the way and step onto the sand. Warily you glance around to see if the other inhabitants are around but there’s no one, only one figure with two flamingos on his back, sat on a tire by the low light of the nearly spent fire, forearms resting on his knees.

He doesn’t turn, he recognizes your footsteps. You sit down on the sand next to the tire and his hand naturally falls to rest on the side of your head, brushing gently through your hair. You both gaze at the flames for a while. For the first time you realize what might be ahead of you today. The people who took Miel were killers, then again…You glance up at Cam, maybe lots of people are out here.

An idea that becomes starkly real when he lifts his hand from your hair and carefully picks what looks like a rib from the grill over the fire and hands it to you. You’re beyond questioning now as you bite into it, the realization that you tasted better is weird. But you’re starving, so you eat six of them to the bone.

Cam looks at your bandaged stump as you sit there. He gets up wordlessly and disappears into the plane for a moment, when he comes out you grin; you’ve never seen him wearing glasses before, but there they are – a pair of spectacles perched on the end of his nose. There’s a roll of gauze and a plastic bag in his right hand. You just keep chewing through the tough meat as he sits down next to you, lifting your bandaged arm and peeling the old gauze away slowly.

As the last layer comes away it stings and you see the wound for the first time. With a sense of disconnection, you see where the skin has been carefully sewn over the cut. You didn’t expect that, did he do that? He appraises the work, the fire flickering in the glasses and he lifts a bottle of iodine from the bag, dousing the wound. You hiss through your teeth and his other hand rises to press soothingly into your back. The pain passes and you toss the bone into the fire.

There’s something about his hands; he’s so big but he has a careful, delicate approach to some things that’s hypnotic. His thick fingers with their lines of dark tattoo ink unspool the clean bandage and wrap your stump expertly, tilting his nose down to get a better view. He swaddles the wound, securing it carefully and your gaze goes from his hands to his face.

You’re biting your lip. He gets up to put the bandages away and returns to the fire without his glasses, his hand laying on the side of your head again. You lean against his leg and wish the sun wouldn’t rise.

-

Not long after dawn other people start moving around the settlement. Cam is talking to people and packing things onto the back of the bike. You are still an unknown element to the others, who either glare at you or glance curiously. But nobody comes near, even the obnoxious guy who’d come into the plane yesterday. Everyone is too afraid of Cam, or ‘Miami’ as they call him. You wonder if any of them know his real name.  

Cam crosses the yard where the fire is burned down to embers. He’s changed into a pair of black pants, and as well as his cleaver there are two knives tucked into his waistband. He gives you a nod. Time to go. Before he climbs onto the bike he places one hand on your shoulder to stop you and you look up at him. He leans down and straps a homemade blade holster around your leg above your right knee, what looks like a black handled steak knife tucked into a short leather cover.

-

The buzz of the engine rumbles through you and you hold his waist tight as the bike streams across the sandy dirt, fingers gripping against the defined muscles in his side, chin resting against his shoulder blade. For a little while, like it had been on the way back, everything seems so placid and beautiful. Even the barren desert seems made for you both, the air is hot but it throws your hair out behind you and the smell of Cam’s sweat and the strap at the back of his blade holster against your cheek feel sweetly familiar.

Not too far off you can see a cluster of what look like mobile homes, the white exteriors gleaming in the sun. But they look derelict.

A sound like a firework, or a car backfiring. Something ricochets off the side of the bike near your leg and Cam hits the brakes, throwing you hard into his back and grasping onto him for dear life. The bike skids and he turns the back wheel out, throwing you both sideways and sending you rolling painfully into the dirt, the world turning over and over. He falls a little way ahead of you.

With your head still spinning the sound rings out again and only now do you connect in your head that it’s gunfire. Cam crawls on his forearms across the sand and grabs you by your good arm, wrenching you under the body of the bike.

“Idiot! He wants him alive!” A voice calls raggedly. You taste blood in your mouth where you hit the ground, Cam’s side is coated in dirt. For the first time you see him pull the cleaver from its holster with intent, twirling it deftly in his palm. “Stay down.” He breathes and you nod.

“Miami!” A voice screams from a way off. “Miami! We know it’s you. We don’t wanna kill you. Come out slow!”

You peer through a gap in the body of the bike, there are two men, one with a revolver hiding in the doorway of the shabby mobile home and another with an axe crouched just behind a rusted-out car. But not quite low enough. Cam pushes up with his left hand, pulling the weight of the cleaver back behind his shoulder and flinging it full force. You watch the arc of it, with a sickening ‘thuck’ it embeds in the chest and collarbone of the man behind the car and he falls screaming. Your mouth drops open. Cam drops back down, turning a throwing knife deftly over his knuckles.

“Fuck!! James! James!”

The other man makes no reply, you can just about see his limp arm stretched out behind the flat tyre of the car.

“You piece of shit!” The other man walks out from his hiding place, tall, his long blonde hair scraped back from his face, the revolver trained dead on the bike with both hands.

It’s like he understands the blade like another limb – barely ducking his head up Cam tosses the steel overhand, and it spins through the air, striking the blonde man square just above his knee. When he screams, he fires an errant shot and his leg goes out from under him. The gun falls and rattles a few feet out of his reach.

Some crazy impulse goes through you, this is it, adrenaline floods every nerve. You jump to your feet, vaulting the bike one handed and beeline as hard as you can toward the screaming man who’s clutching the blade in his leg. Blood dots the sand. You snatch the revolver and back up fast, training it on his chest. He looks at you completely confused; he didn’t know you were here. But the confusion turns to pain as Cam shoves a foot into his chest, laying him out flat on the dirt.

Everyone breathes hard for a few dense seconds. You’ve never held a gun before, but you think you know how it works, still your hand shakes.

“Miami…Miami wait.” The wounded man breathes. Cam leans down and lifts him by his shirt, he’s got that stare.

“You took my daughter. Where is she?” It’s not really a question.

The blonde man shakes his head. “We was just told to bring you in alive if you came! Elijah’s got her, at the compound. They’re looking after her I fuckin’ swear.” He winces. Cam searches his face.

“…Who?”

“Elijah, guy pitched up near Comfort. Your people took his brother a while back - Said he wants to raise your daughter with a real father. Paid both of us good for it.”

You can see Cam trembling, he’s working something out. Something you don’t have all the information on. Taking slow steps you move toward both of them, aim still carefully trained on the man on the floor.

It happens fast. The wounded man reaches down, wrenches the throwing blade from his leg in an arc of fine crimson and raises it over Cam’s head. He doesn’t make the downstroke. Your hindbrain kicks with an animal instinct and your finger contacts on the trigger. It’s loud. The recoil of the gun jolts through your wrist. The blade drops to the floor, next to the ruin of the blonde man’s head. As the noise fades all you can do is stand there wide eyed looking at what you did. Cam’s face and forearms are painted in red mist. He blinks, swallows.

It was like the shot carved a channel clear through fabric of what feels real, leaving an eerie space. For a moment it’s too quiet for what’s happened. But time keeps moving, pushing back into the space it had occupied.

Cam’s fingers let the body fall, smoothing a few strands of dark hair away from his brow. He picks up the dropped blade and stands. There’s wet blood on his chest and face. He puts a hand gently on your wrist holding the gun and lowers it, your muscles are stiff with tension. Silence rolls in once again over the desert. He scans the other buildings, listening hard. There’s no one else here.

The adrenaline is running through you like a drug, it’s addictive, but it feels like a poison too; everything in you is trembling with such intensity you can barely stand it. With your gun arm lowered you watch Cam cross to the car and pull the cleaver blade from the body of the man with the axe. James.

Still your eyes are fixed, pupils blown out like black holes. Your whole body feels both numb and on fire at the same time. Cam is standing close to you, again, watching you. You don’t notice it but you’re biting the inside of your cheek, he lifts your chin with bloody fingers and looks down at your face, trying to read you.

A painterly spray of red coats his left cheek, the rest is a fine mist over his neck and chest. Even standing you only come up to his ribs. But that doesn’t stop you, there’s an all-consuming fever in your bloodstream. The gun drops from your hand onto the dirt and you jump, flinging your one arm around his neck and clumsily trying to grip his hips with your thighs but he’s just too tall. You slide down and try again. Driven.

He grunts at your attempt but you barely move him where he stands… He’s got a look on his face not dissimilar to yours. But he can follow through more easily. His hand closes on your wrist and he turns you on the spot, easily, wrenching your arm up behind your back so hard you wince and marching you across to the old truck, broken down between the mobile homes.

Your cheek flattens against the warm metal of the hood as he bends you hard over it, shunting you forward so that your heels drop out of your trainers and you’re dangling with barely your toes touching the dirt. You struggle against him hard. At that he pauses, his grip loosening on your wrist where he’s pinning you. But the moment he lets up you give a whine of protest, legs splayed.

He figures it out; you want to fight, but not him. You want him, he’s the only thing that can make this make sense. He can hold you down while it runs through you, and you know it.

And he feels it too, his heart still pounding in his throat; grasping your arm in one large, bloody hand he stares at your black underwear and bunched up dress pinned over the truck. He’s breathing hard now, feeling your ineffectual thrashing. He moves in behind you. His clothed cock presses against your underwear and you moan – paradoxically trying to shove your ass back against him and escape his grip at the same time.

The cleaver hits the floor with a clunk and his right hand slides beneath you, cupping your throat, your pulse fluttering against the pads of his fingers and thumb. You try again to get your arm free of the locking grip but it’s no use. He’s leaning over you, chest pressed to your back, moustache brushing your ear when he grits through his teeth;

“You’re gonna tell me, lil’ one.”

It’s not at all a threat, but it doesn��t brook any argument either. A frustrated, blood addled groan leaves you and he’s caressing your throat, the heat of his hard, clothed cock pressing into your wet underwear. You nod frantically but he shoves against you harder.

“I said… you tell me.” It’s a near hiss now right in your ear. His grip on your wrist starts to hurt from your twisting. You scrabble to collect your scattered wits.

“Help, help…Fuck me.” You whisper raggedly.

He grunts hard and releases your throat, your face dropping back onto the baking hood of the truck. He tugs your underwear down only far enough to bare you and all the while you test his grip. His fingers run down over your cunt, pushing in to the first knuckle to test you. You hear his low growl and a glob of spit hits your ass and splayed cunt, thick fingers pulling out then sliding deeper. It stings but it doesn’t hurt, not badly, you just shudder and make nonverbal noises.

It's not slow this time. He needs it like you do, if your assailant had had slightly better aim, maybe you’d both be dead. When the head of his cock pushes open your outer folds, you try to lift your ass but there’s nothing to brace against, it doesn’t matter; he grasps your hip and sheathes into you so hard the air knocks out of your lungs and both trainers drop from your feet onto the sand, not even your toes remaining grounded. Pinned and suspended.

Almost instantly your vision blurs and your cunt grips hard and rhythmically against the heft of him, it took almost nothing and you’re gushing on him, mouth wide as if you’re gasping for air. Through the blur of your orgasm you hear him half mutter, half whimper something between the slam of his hips. His hand gives up your wrist to brace his forearms on either side of your head. When the last waves wash over you your knees knock against the truck and you shake, your body dangling, almost hanging on his cock.

The shunting jolts of his fucking pause and the little triangles that make up the tattoo on his left arm come into focus while you’re still panting, his lips brush your ear.

“A little blood make you that easy princesa?” A low, dirty, menacing purr. Almost goading you, relishing your mess, your frenzy, your vulnerability. There’s that streak of adrenaline again, but different – not fear but want. Deep, aching want. You don’t even know to what end but your freed arm darts down and snatches the blade from your thigh holster. He swats it out of your hand into the dirt, pinning your wrist flat.

You squeal when something thuds down with a bang a foot from your nose – it’s the bloody throwing blade, embedded an inch into the rusted metal of the old hood, tight in his fist. Your cunt clenches. He lets go and his hand wraps your hair like a rope, pulling your head back.

When he whispers in your ear again you can hear the smile on his lips;

“I know that game…I’m better at it than you.”

You shudder and then there is nothing in the world but his cock shunting mercilessly into you, so hard you feel winded with every thrust, but he holds your head up, back bent, he’s hitting something tender and painfully deep. As you come it feels forced, rather than drawn from you and he covers your mouth to muffle your scream.

He’s shaking, spilling into you over and over. You hear his thrusts turn wet as they slow. His sigh is hot on your cheek as he stops, letting you rest flat again. Your toes just about touch down on the ground and the ravenous frenzy in your bloodstream dulls to a sweet ache. You’re both panting.

“Better?” He lulls eventually, stroking your head. You nod. When he parts from your body you feel it acutely and his fingers pulling your underwear back up and wiping his messy cock against the back of them is the most tender insult to injury you’ve ever experienced.

He lets you go, guiding your feet down onto the ground and picks up the cleaver, walking to clean it on the clothes of the dead man still on the ground and peering into the mobile home he’d been hiding in. Still dazed you pick up your own weapon and slide it back into the holster.

“Princesa…” Cam calls to you, the irony of the cute pet name clearly not lost on him when it comes to you.

You join him in the doorway, your gaze at first questioning. He’s smiling, he gestures to a shelf inside.

It’s the payment the two men took for their agreement to bring you in.

Dozens of cans of tinned peaches.

You fucking love peaches.

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Day 14 of Kinkmas: In A Boat With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: unprotected sex, hickeys

Y/N’s POV

Arthur has been wanting me to go on his new boat that he recently purchased and he’s just over the moon by it so I’m excited to get on it and see what’s going on with it!

“You like it?” He whispers in my ear while I look at the boat.

“I love it! It looks so cool!” I answer.

When we got on the boat Arthur gave me a tour. There’s seats in the front, the steering wheel on the boat looks interesting, there’s a bed in the boat, there’s a bar, and a really cool refrigerator at the bar. I’m excited what’s going to happen in the future with this boat.

“You wanna do a test drive?” He asks getting comfortable sitting on a chair that’s for the captain.

“Sure! Lead the way captain.” I say.

I can tell he likes that answer by him grinning.

He drives us around the ocean and I look out to see the ocean and it looks beautiful, some of the islands I saw that I’ve never seen before looked beautiful. I walk around to see other angles of the ocean and I went to see what Arthur is doing. When he realizes me, he reaches out to me so I can hug him while looking out to see the water.

“How do you feel about the view?” He says focusing on the water.

“It’s amazing, I’ve never been in this section of the ocean before, I love it Art.” I say looking at the view and then Arthur.

“I’m glad you like it, I wanna show you something.” He says driving into a small cove.

When we get into the cove and Arthur stops the boat and drops the anchor. I get confused, I didn’t see any food for a picnic. I don’t know what’s going on?

“What are we doing?” I ask.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” He whispers in my ear.

He walks down to a door that leads to the bed, I already know what’s going to happen. I follow him but he goes to bar and gets some champagne for me and some beer for him and pours them in glasses and gives me the champagne.

“Thank you.” I say taking the glass away from Arthur.

“I hope you’re liking what you’ve seeing out of the water.” He says drinking his beer.

“I love it and I was actually looking at you half of the time.” I say getting closer to him.

“Oh really? I never noticed.” He says looking down at me.

“You were paying attention to the water I believe.” I say.

He does this smirk. He begins to kiss me, I kiss him back, we both go to the bed together but we’re still kissing. We lay down on the bed which is so comfortable. Arthur takes his clothes off and helps me taking mine off.

We kiss again, he gives me pecks on my body, I kinda giggle but I gasp. I can feel him laughing on my skin but it makes me giggle again.

Eventually, we begin to have sex. I scratch his back by him going in and out of me. I scream by him fucking me hard and I can feel the bed shaking and banging on the wall. He eventually gives me hickeys. I give him some as well but I can tell someone is going to make fun of him by the scratches on him and the hickeys.

10 MINUTES LATER

We’re laying on the bed heavy breathing. That felt so nice to be honest. I want to do this again sometime, that was different than what we normally do.