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[kaayyyys]

how daryl dixon would react to you calling him your "current boyfriend"

The Georgia sun beat down on your back as you helped Carol hang laundry. It was a mundane task, one of the many that filled your days in Alexandria, but you found a quiet satisfaction in it. A sense of normalcy in a world that had gone mad. Daryl was out on a run with Rick, a routine supply search that never failed to make you a little anxious until he walked back through those gates.

"He's good for you, you know," Carol said, her voice soft as she pinned a shirt to the line.

You knew exactly who she meant. A blush crept up your neck, and you busied yourself with a wet sheet, avoiding her knowing gaze. "He's… different," you admitted, the word feeling inadequate to describe the complex man that Daryl Dixon was.

"Different good," Carol clarified, a smile playing on her lips. "He looks at you like you hung the damn moon."

You laughed, a light, airy sound that was still somewhat foreign after everything that had happened. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'd probably skin us both alive."

Carol chuckled, then sobered slightly. "Just… don't take him for granted, (Y/N). He's a good man, a rare one. And he cares about you more than he lets on."

The conversation faded as you finished the laundry, but Carol's words lingered in your mind. Daryl was good, a force of nature wrapped in a gruff exterior. He wasn't one for grand gestures or flowery words, but his actions spoke volumes. The way he always made sure you had the best watch, the quiet comfort he offered after a nightmare, the possessive glint in his eyes when another man lingered too long in your presence. He was yours, and you were his, a bond forged in the fires of a brutal world.

Later that evening, a group of you were gathered on the porch of one of the houses, enjoying the relative peace of Alexandria. You, Carol, Rosita, and a few others were swapping stories and jokes, the easy camaraderie a balm to your weary souls. Daryl sat beside you, leaning back against the railing, his usual stoic expression in place. He was listening, but not participating, his presence a quiet reassurance at your side.

A new group approached, led by a man named Marcus, one of the newer residents of Alexandria. He was friendly enough, if a little overeager to impress. He stopped in front of your group, a wide smile on his face.

"Hey, everyone," he said, his gaze lingering on you for a beat too long. "Just wanted to see what everyone was up to tonight."

"Just chatting," Rosita replied, her tone polite but firm.

Marcus shifted his weight, then turned his attention to you. "(Y/N), right? I don't think we've officially met. I'm Marcus." He extended a hand.

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, then took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Marcus."

"So, (Y/N)," Marcus continued, his voice dropping slightly. "Are you seeing anyone?"

A collective silence fell over the porch. You could feel Daryl tense beside you, his eyes narrowing. Before you could formulate a polite, yet firm, rejection, a mischievous idea sparked in your mind. A way to both deflect Marcus's advances and tease your possessive boyfriend.

"Oh, you know," you said, batting your eyelashes playfully. "I'm currently seeing someone. It's still pretty new, though."

Marcus's face fell slightly, but he recovered quickly. "Oh, really? Anyone I know?"

You leaned closer to Daryl, resting your hand casually on his thigh. He stiffened at the contact, his eyes fixed on Marcus, but he didn't pull away. "You might," you said, a sly smile playing on your lips. "His name is… Daryl."

The silence that followed was deafening. Marcus's jaw dropped, and he stared at Daryl with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. Daryl, for his part, remained impassive, his gaze unwavering, but you could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Daryl?" Marcus stammered, turning back to you. "You're… you're dating Daryl Dixon?"

You squeezed Daryl's thigh reassuringly, your smile widening. "He's my current boyfriend, yes."

The look on Marcus's face was priceless. He sputtered for a moment, then mumbled something about needing to check on something and quickly retreated, his entourage trailing behind him.

As soon as he was out of earshot, the porch erupted in laughter. Carol was practically doubled over, tears streaming down her face. Rosita was shaking her head, a wide grin on her face. You turned to Daryl, your heart pounding with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

He was still staring straight ahead, his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Daryl?" you said softly, nudging him playfully. "You okay?"

He turned to you slowly, his eyes dark and intense. "Boyfriend?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

You bit back a nervous laugh. "Well, I had to say something, didn't I? He was being so persistent."

"Could've said you weren't interested," Daryl muttered, avoiding your gaze.

"Where's the fun in that?" you teased, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind too much."

He finally met your eyes, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing within them. "Didn't say nothin'," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"No, you didn't," you agreed, leaning in closer. "You just sat there, looking all possessive and territorial."

He scoffed, but the corners of his lips twitched upward. "Wasn't doin' nothin'."

"Sure you weren't," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You're so cute when you're jealous."

He pulled back slightly, a genuine smile finally gracing his face. "Cute?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I ain't cute."

"Oh, but you are," you insisted, nuzzling your face into his neck. "My big, scary, cute boyfriend."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "You're gonna pay for that later," he murmured against your ear, his voice husky.

You shivered at his words, a thrill coursing through you. "I'm counting on it, boyfriend," you whispered back.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through your body. "Damn right, you are." He tightened his grip on you, his eyes scanning the porch, daring anyone to challenge his claim. You were his, and everyone in Alexandria, including you, was now firmly aware of that fact. And as the laughter subsided around you, and the Georgia night settled in, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

[homoeroticjunoincident]

"If I am to be nothing in this life but a mess of contradictions

And I am to love life

Then I am to love my contradictions

Then I am to feel the fear of being wrong

And risk being right"

-jREG

[amajorsystem]

[technological-existentialism]

[astarionancuntnin]

this came to me in a dream

[terramythos]

Prithee tell. What is 'ligma'?

[oceancentury]

Dame Maggie Smith (1934 - 2024).

[orofeaiel]

Magical Spot on the River

[potato-gay]

[kaayyyys]

omggg can we have more of daryl giving his vest for reader wear?? hes such a cutie😭

OMG I'M INLOVE WITH THIS IDEA

I love when men give their clothes to people it's so romantic

The Vest

The Georgia sun beat down with relentless fury, turning the already humid air into a thick, suffocating blanket. Sweat plastered strands of hair to your forehead as you trudged alongside Daryl, the familiar weight of your pack a dull ache on your shoulders. It had been a long, fruitless scavenging run. The shelves of the abandoned grocery store had been picked clean weeks ago, and the meager rations you'd managed to scrounge barely justified the risk.

Daryl, as always, moved with a quiet competence. His senses were perpetually on high alert, his eyes scanning the treeline, his hand never straying far from the crossbow slung across his back. You admired his focus, his unwavering dedication to the group's survival. But sometimes, you wished he would just... relax. Let his guard down, even for a moment.

You'd been traveling with Daryl's group for almost a year now. You'd lost everything before finding them – family, friends, a sense of normalcy that now felt like a distant dream. They’d taken you in, taught you how to survive in this brutal new world, and given you a purpose. Daryl, in particular, had been instrumental in your development. He’d shown you how to track, how to use a knife, how to read the subtle signs of danger in the surrounding woods.

But your connection with Daryl ran deeper than just survival skills. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet comfort in his presence that you couldn't quite explain. You found yourself drawn to his gruff exterior, the way his eyes softened ever so slightly when he looked at you, the rare, fleeting smiles that hinted at the man beneath the hardened survivor.

As you walked, you noticed Daryl’s brow furrowed in concentration. He stopped abruptly, holding up a hand to signal you to halt. He sniffed the air, his gaze fixed on a cluster of trees ahead.

"Somethin' ain't right," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "Stay close."

Adrenaline surged through your veins. You gripped the handle of your own knife, your senses on high alert. Daryl moved forward cautiously, his crossbow raised, his silhouette a stark outline against the fading sunlight.

The attack came without warning. A walker, hidden amongst the dense foliage, lurched forward with a guttural moan. Daryl dispatched it quickly with a well-aimed bolt, but the noise had attracted others. Within seconds, you were surrounded.

You fought back-to-back with Daryl, your movements a practiced dance of survival. You stabbed, slashed, and kicked, adrenaline masking the growing exhaustion. Daryl moved with a brutal efficiency, his crossbow firing with deadly accuracy. But the walkers kept coming, a relentless tide of rotting flesh and decaying bone.

A walker lunged at you, its decaying fingers reaching for your face. You sidestepped, narrowly avoiding its grasp, but lost your footing on the uneven ground. You stumbled backward, your ankle twisting beneath you in a sharp, agonizing pain.

You cried out, the sound lost in the chaotic din of the fight. Daryl whirled around, his eyes widening in concern. He dispatched the walker closest to you with a swift blow to the head, then turned his attention to the remaining horde.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

"My ankle," you gasped, wincing as you tried to put weight on it. "I think I twisted it."

Daryl cursed under his breath. He knew you couldn't fight like this. He quickly assessed the situation, his mind racing. They were outnumbered, and you were vulnerable. He needed to get you out of here.

With a swift movement, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. "Hold on," he growled, his grip firm.

He positioned you behind him, using his own body as a shield against the advancing walkers. He continued to fight, his movements now hampered by the need to protect you. But you could see the determination in his eyes, the unwavering resolve to keep you safe.

As the walkers continued to close in, Daryl knew he needed to create a diversion. He glanced around, searching for anything that could give them an advantage. His eyes landed on a rusted-out pickup truck parked nearby.

"We gotta move," he said, his voice urgent. "Can you walk?"

You nodded, gritting your teeth against the pain. "I can try."

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you limped towards the truck. He fired his crossbow, creating a path through the walkers, then shoved you towards the open driver's side door.

"Get in," he ordered. "I'll cover you."

You scrambled into the truck, your heart pounding in your chest. Daryl stood his ground, his crossbow spitting bolts of death, buying you precious time.

Finally, with a final desperate shot, he leaped into the truck beside you. He slammed the door shut, started the engine, and slammed the accelerator. The truck lurched forward, tires spitting gravel as it sped away from the horde.

You clung to the dashboard, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You glanced at Daryl, his face etched with exhaustion and concern.

"You okay?" you asked, your voice trembling.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "We're clear for now."

He drove in silence for several minutes, his jaw tight, his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel. You could feel the tension radiating from him, the lingering fear of what had almost happened.

Finally, he pulled the truck to a stop in a secluded clearing, hidden amongst the trees. He cut the engine and turned to face you.

"Let me see your ankle," he said, his voice softer now.

You carefully lifted your leg and showed him your swollen ankle. He examined it gently, his touch surprisingly tender.

"It's sprained," he said. "You ain't gonna be walkin' on that for a while."

He sighed, running a hand through his greasy hair. He knew this was going to make things difficult. They needed to find a safe place to rest, to tend to your injury.

He reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a first-aid kit. He knelt beside you and began to wrap your ankle with a bandage.

As he worked, you watched him, your heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and affection. You were struck by the contrast between his tough exterior and his gentle touch. You knew that beneath the gruffness and the stoicism, he was a deeply caring man.

When he finished bandaging your ankle, he sat back on his heels and looked at you, his eyes searching your face.

"Thank you, Daryl," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "For everything."

He shrugged, his gaze shifting away from yours. "Don't mention it."

But you knew it was more than just "everything." He had risked his life to save you, putting your safety above his own. He had shown you a level of loyalty and devotion that you had never experienced before.

He stood up and walked to the back of the truck. He rummaged around for a moment, then turned back to you, holding something in his hands.

It was his vest. The iconic, leather vest that he wore every single day. The vest that had become a symbol of his strength, his resilience, his identity.

He walked over to you and knelt down again. He held the vest out to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"Here," he said, his voice gruff but sincere. "You take this."

You stared at the vest, your mind reeling. You couldn't believe he was offering it to you. It was the most personal thing he owned, a part of him that he rarely shared with anyone.

"Daryl, I can't," you said, shaking your head. "This is yours."

He reached out and took your hand, his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch sent a shiver down your spine.

"I want you to have it," he said, his voice firm. "It'll protect you. Keep you safe."

You looked into his eyes, and you saw the depth of his feelings for you. You saw the love, the care, the unspoken emotions that he had kept hidden for so long.

You reached out and took the vest from his hands. The leather was soft and worn, molded to the shape of his body. It smelled of woodsmoke and leather and something else, something uniquely Daryl.

You slipped the vest on, and it felt like you were being wrapped in his arms. It was warm and comforting, a tangible reminder of his presence.

"Thank you," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "I'll cherish it."

He smiled, a rare and genuine smile that lit up his entire face. "I know you will."

He stood up and helped you out of the truck. He led you to a nearby tree and helped you sit down, making you comfortable against the trunk.

He sat down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. He didn't say anything, but you could feel his presence, his warmth, his unwavering support.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You were safe, you were loved, and you had Daryl's vest to keep you warm. In this brutal and unforgiving world, you had found something precious, something worth fighting for. You had found love in the apocalypse. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. The vest wasn't just a piece of clothing; it was a promise, a symbol of a connection that ran deeper than words could express. It was a piece of Daryl's heart, now entrusted to yours.

[h1slerimezarda]

[abbyslovergirlxo]

Intrusion

Sevika x Ambessa x Reader

Word count: 3.9k

synopsis; You, the pretty enforcer are tasked with retrieving very important documents from none other than Lead Commander Ambessa Merdarda. Sounds rather easy, until you see Silco’s right hand woman bent over her desk.

(Tw; dom!Ambessa, softdom!Sevika, wlw, overstimulation, degradation, enforcer!reader, strap on, sex, biting, sub!reader, sub!Sevika, crying)

Song: Love is a bitch, Two face

Side note: lmk if you guys like this and I’ll do another ambessa/sevika one shot. tbh I’m obsessed with them so I’ll probably drop it anyways lol. Also I’ve never watched the show so if anything is inaccurate don’t hate me, the characters are just fine shit. Anyways, hope u enjoy 🫶

When you first walked into the tall building, you hadn’t expected today to be such a troublesome one. Your commanding officer has tasked you with retrieving a few important documents from Lead Commander, Ambessa Merdarda. When given the task you did well to hide your excitement but nonetheless it was there. You had seen Ambessa, as an enforcer she was starting to become a regular face to be greeted by. But you’d never come close to her and the idea of that was intoxicating. You’d heard rumors about her, the war lord who never took no for an answer and never knew defeat. You’d admired her, her ruthlessness made her one of the most praised women in the world. One day you’d hoped to become as renowned as her. Knowing it was wrong and out of turn, you wondered if you’d be able to ask her a few questions about her strategies when you made it to her office.

The walls were decorated with precise and intricate details. White and blue and gold peeked all over. Sunlight peered in through the huge windows, everything about it screamed luxury. You nodded your head off to the guards posted at the large grand doors that led to the wing with Ambessa’s office.

Your heart jumped out of your chest over and over as you neared that golden and blue door. But you found courage once you reached it, letting off two swift knocks. Silence was all that met you. You decided to be a bit patient, not wanting to barge in. But as the minutes passed you remembered your commander's voice in the back of your head, pestering you about just how important it was that you got them.

Minutes kept slipping so with a slight irritation slipping over you, you respectively knocked two more times. There was a bit more force behind it this time but respectful of course. More silence was accompanied by it. You bit your lip, anxious and worried.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault that the Lead Commander hadn’t answered despite it being known that she was in her office. But you also knew the higher ups rarely cared about ‘excuses’ like such. If you were lucky you’d get chewed out in front of your comrades.

Usually you took any consequences head on, no matter how obscene, like the good soldier you were. But something made your stomach churn to delay the delivery of something of such urgency. You took a deep breath, telling yourself that she’ll understand.

I ’m not knocking the door down or anything, she won’t mind…just open the door

You tried to have your thoughts aid your anxieties and it almost worked until you remembered the scowl on her face a week earlier when a fellow enforcer had approached her disrespectfully. Just the remembrance of such a glare sent shivers down your spine.

Somewhat cowardly, you decided to suck up whatever would inevitably be thrown at you when you showed up with no papers. Disappointed, you put your head down, ready to turn.

Until a muffled groan slipped past the confines of the large door. If it hadn’t been for how observant you were, you undoubtedly would’ve missed it. But upon hearing it you flinched. Worry and fear overtook at the idea of what it could’ve been.

Was Ambessa ok? Had someone slipped into her office and hurt her? Is that why she couldn’t come to the door?

Without so much as a second thought, you bolted through the door, gun raised and finger steady over the trigger.

Any heroism brewing inside of you preparing to ‘save the day’ instantly dissipates. The scene in front of you was so lewd that you couldn’t do anything besides immediately re-holster your gun and attempt to leave. Unfortunately the attempt was halted, the panting voice of Ambessa reaching you.

“ Close the door. Turn around.”

For a second, you let your mind roam over the possibilities this could end with. You cursed yourself for your listening skills, wishing you’d never heard that noise in the first place. You remembered your comrades talking about some rather obscene things they’ve walked in on and they found pretending worked best.

In a last ditch effort, you kept your eyes pointed at the large door. Hand still clutching the handle.

“ I was simply coming to retrieve the documents for Commander Brinman. I apologize for my intrusion, due to the noise, I assumed there was trouble. I will take my leave immediately and return to retrieve them later today if able, Commander Merdarda.”

You heard a chuckle followed by a whine to which you presumed was the brown skinned woman bent over the table, the ones whose legs shook slightly…

You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself once again for the blush that crept on your face.

“ I didn’t ask you for any of that information, little one. Close the door and turn around. That’s an order.”

Desperately you let out one last attempt. Your voice came out weak this time, that soldier formality leaving you.

“ I promise you, Commander Merdarda, that absolutely nothing that has taken place in this office today shall leave it. I swear it.”

“ Well I could’ve told you that. You don’t seem the chatty type, clearly not the listening type either… I won’t repeat myself on my previous orders.”

Her voice sounded less patient this time, so reluctantly you closed the door. The loud click sounded throughout the room, and not a moment after you turned your body to face them. Embarrassment settled on your face as you still refused to actually look, your eyes trained at the floor.

“ Eyes up here, don’t be so rude.”

The moment you looked up, she was already staring at you. Your chest rose and fell a bit faster upon seeing the sight, again. Ambessa stood proudly, muscles and chest exposed for you to see. And though her counterpart did also seem to have muscle you immediately deduced that she wasn’t in the same state Ambessa was. Her hair fell over her face, pants crumpled around her ankles as she lay there, still shaking.

Ambessa smiled at you, but it was clear that it wasn’t a friendly one.

“ Look, we have a guest. Have some manners, or do you undercity dogs not have any of those?”

The harshness yet playfulness in her tone made you shift your legs slightly, still staring at Ambessa. The woman beneath her simply grumbled something but you didn’t catch it. It was hard when your heartbeat was thrumming out of your ears practically.

Ambessa rolled her eyes, using her large hand to tug at the hair of the woman. Another grumble left her, this time clearly more strangled. Guiding her head to look up at you, you nearly collapsed onto the floor upon seeing her face. Sure a few strands still protected her but you’d know that face anywhere.

Any enforcer would. Sevika, Silcos right hand woman. Instantly you scrunch your face up at the sight, luckily Ambessa was nice enough to drop her head back onto the desk, of course not before she forced a ‘hello’ out of her.

“ What to do with you now, hm?”

That question alone was enough for you to not care that Noxus’s Lead Commander was fucking a known criminal in her office, worried about your own fate.

“ Like I said, Commander, I’ve seen nothing. I’ll say nothing.”

She frowned, almost as if she was bored by such a response.

“ I thought we already discussed that. I think you’d be much more interesting with all those clothes off.”

The blush you fought so hard to keep down came back with a vengeance. You stammered over your words but nothing actually came out. You peered over at Sevika, noticing that Ambessa was in fact still inside of her.

“ C-commander… I’m a s-soldier…”

“ Soldiers don’t like getting fucked?”

Your insides boiled at the thought. Your mind fed you images of your legs open, trembling like Sevikas, Ambessa large hands able to reach every and anywhere. It should’ve made you recoil, have you running out of the office and shouting for anyone nearby to come and see the ungodly actions happening in this very room. But it didn’t. It made your breath hitch. Desire pounced at you over and over. You’d always been trained to be the perfect, obedient, and efficient soldier. But there was nothing perfect about the way you gave in so easily to that little voice inside of your head.

You’d be lying if you said everything about the sight of them didn’t make your knees weak. You’d always preferred women but there were no women like Sevika and Ambessa where you’d come from. The disgust you felt for that Zaunite hunched over that desk held no weight against your attraction for her.

“ Well, child, what’ll be?”

“ Nobody will find out…right?”

Ambessa smiled evilly at the question. Yet she ignored it all together. She knew you were going to strip anyway. She knew it the moment you locked the door on your own will, she’d never told you to do that. And oh how she loved the look on your face as you accepted your situation, deciding that Ambessa was never going to give you such security in her answer.

Slowly but carefully you tugged at your clothes. Something Ambessa also hadn’t instructed. She held back a sly comment, picking up on how eager you were. And she didn’t miss the way Sevika clenched around her suddenly, as she watched you strip off the rest of your clothes. You hadn’t noticed either of their staring but god did you feel it.

If your parents were here they’d be so disappointed in you, hands trembling as you showcase your bare body to two women who looked like they were looking at dinner. But you had no space to harbor such a thought, not when Ambessas braid swung slightly, beckoning you over. You moved swiftly, that certain soldier walk about you.

“ Quite nice…”

Ambessa shamelessly checked you out, her eyes lingering concerningly long on your breast. You simply shrink beneath her gaze, her very presence demanding authority. And you saw no reason to grant her anything other than that.

“ How lucky I am, I’ll have to thank Brinman for sending such a pretty one. Alright Sevika, be a little useful for once. Make sure to devour her properly.”

“ Lay down for me then, pretty.”

You’d never heard her voice before. You hadn’t expected it to sound so enticing. Her low eyes and hanging hair made you desperate to be devoured, even if it was by a criminal. You nodded quickly, nervously laying on the desk, your pretty legs spread in front of a bent over Sevika. Ambessa pressed the strap deeper inside at the sight of it causing Sevika to grip the table. The sight the Wolf had infront of her made her want to eat you both alive. From her view she could see everything, your nervous face as Sevika trailed kisses up your thigh, Sevikas sweaty back exposed and flexing as she moved about. She also couldn’t miss the way your cunt clenched around nothing as the Zaunite got closer to that spot that you really needed to be touched.

As planned, the moment Sevika finally did start licking vigorously at your clit, Ambessa started her thrust back up again. Her pace was brutal, even you could tell despite the loud whines that slipped past your mouth. Sevika moaned aggressively into you, not able to contain herself.

“ Look at you two, filthy.”

“ o-oh god…commander–”

You moaned out for Ambessa despite the intense eye contact you held with Sevika. Her grey eyes bore into yours and you worried that alone might get you off faster. If Sevika had a piece of sanity left she would’ve told you to say her name, moan it out in that pornographic tone of yours. But Ambessa was ruthless, hitting her in all the right places. And this pace was no issue for her, her stamina was horrid and she had no signs of fatigue. Sevika trembled and pushed against her rhythmically, not wanting the pleasure to end.

Her eyes rolled repeatedly, struggling to hold that eye contact with you. But you didn’t mind it, quite the opposite. It made you bite your lip at the thought that every vibration that she set off into you was because of the tall woman behind her. To know every time she rolled her eyes she was closer to the edge, drove you crazy. You almost pulled at her hair, wanting her even closer. But cowardice struck your heart, secretly intimated of the strong wanted criminal from Zaun.

Pleasure overwhelmed you as Sevika continued, her face now drenched from everything you were giving her. You whined at the sight, noticing the wet glisten on her nose and chin.

Your hips bucked at her mouth over and over and over. Until that burning sensation was becoming unbearable.

Obedient as ever, you wailed out a request. Ambessa watched hungrily as your legs shook around Sevikas head, wetness dripping onto her leg from Sevikas cunt.

“ please! can I…c-can I come?”

“ I’m not the one between your legs.”

With tears in your eyes and your hands clenched, desperate to not let go until someone, anyone, told you that it was ok. Sevika nearly melted seeing the way you pleaded with her before even saying anything, your lips trembling. Her own orgasm was approaching quickly.

“ p-please…sevika…”

Through broken moans and stutters, “ yes…god yes.”

Ambessa smiled as you whispered a pathetic thank you, your body at war with itself while you finished all over her face. Ambessa could tell she was close, it was obvious from how hard she was pulling it in. Sevika still ate at you desperately despite you having come, instead of relenting she simply pulled your thighs in with her arms, trapping you.

Ambessa had told her to devour you properly, and she wasn’t going to do anything but that. She did falter at her speed for a second, once she heard Ambessa demand for her to finish ‘all over her cock’ and quote.

You whimpered out pleads and begs, but neither listened. All you could do was paw at her strong forearms which clearly was no match for you. And Sevika hadn’t even noticed the scratch marks you gave her, her own orgasm so intense that she was lost in it. And being the cutting woman she was, Ambessa fucked her throughout all of it, until she was satisfied with the alien sounds she pulled from Sevikas throat.

Sevika did stop once Ambessa pulled out, heaving and shaking. And yet she did manage enough energy to leave a few extra peppered kisses on your wobbly thighs.

“ Who would’ve known the brave enforcer made such noises?”

Her voice was one of pure velvet, it made something rush through you. Everything about Ambessa made you go crazy. Yet you didn’t respond, ignoring Ambessa who now was behind you, head in your neck leaving bruises on it. You only whined, breathing rapidly. Her rough hands rubbed all around your breast and stomach.

“ What would your comrades think? You’ve just opened your legs to a wanted criminal, quite easily as well. Did you enjoy it? Having a Zaunite eat your cunt?”

Her words were so vile and you had no answers for her. You couldn’t even think straight, let alone entertain such nasty comments. Instead you opted to begging, not caring how filthy you looked in front of them anymore.

“ can I have more, please?”

Ambessa noticed now that your begging was no longer only directed towards her, your desperation for permission now being sought out from both of them. She didn’t mind. If anything it made her day a whole lot more interesting.

She smirked into your neck before pulling away, looking down at Sevika who no longer was bent over. Instead she now stood tall too, her naked body making you blush. Sevika knew she held no authority when it came to Ambessa, it was obvious. But you? Those lustful eyes peering up at her, awaiting any instruction, so long as it meant they touched you, drove her further into corruption.

Ambessa simply stared at Sevika, allowing her to answer.

“ Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead and open these up for me.”

She tapped at your thighs that you now had shut. Obediently, you opened them. Ambessa left your side, making you miss how warm she was. You heard her rummaging through something behind you before you saw her hand Sevika a stark black toy. Your arousal spilled down your legs as you patiently watched and waited. You grew alive with anticipation as you watched Ambessa grip the back of Sevika’s neck, whispering something in her ear. It left you curious after seeing the way Sevika’s eyes furrowed and she clenched Ambessa’s wrist desperately, nodding softly.

Ambessa left her to come back to your side, this time though she towered over you, cupping your face in her hand. It was surprisingly gentle, the way she rubbed her thumb back and forth. She studied you, finding it enticing how pliable you were, legs open and ready for them to do anything to you. She wanted to leave you clawing at the floor by the time she was done with you and from the way you easily slumped into her hands, she knew she could.

All that distraction made you oblivious to Sevika having a strap now attached to her as well. Sevika walked in front of you, pulling your legs suddenly so that your cunt was mere inches away from her cock. You bit your lip, one hand gripping the table and the other squeezing Ambessa’s wrist that now sat on either side of your face.

Sevika smiled down at you, allowing you to finally get a clear view of her gapped teeth. You nearly swooned at the sight of it. You hadn’t noticed how gorgeous she truly looked with all the hair that previously stuck to her face. But now you could see everything, her plump breast, her large thighs and strong arms, and that fucking smile.

“ Just relax, sweetheart. I know you’ll do good.” She dipped two fingers inside of you causing you to let out a small moan. Sevika made sure to get every bit of them wet, it wasn’t difficult at all, the constantly leaking proving just how good her tongue had been to you. She almost didn’t want to pull out, loving how warm you were inside. But that all went out the door the moment she saw you throw you back after she drew sticky circles around your clit lazily.

“ You’re so fucking wet, I was that good?”

You nodded mindlessly, grinding your ass softly against the desk. Ambessa gripped your chin gently causing you to suddenly open your eyes.

“ Manners, little one. She asked you a question.”

“ yesss,i-it’s so good, it’s a-all sooo good…”

You struggled to get it all out, broken up but moans and wails. The speed of her fingers was blinding by now. But she didn’t want you to cum, not yet. She ripped her fingers away, giving a faux sympathetic glance.

Sevika gripped your thighs as she lined the toy up with your cunt, making a slight show of the sounds it made as it moved back and forth between your lips. You bucked your hips desperate to actually put it inside, you didn’t have to wait long before she was sinking it all the way in. She was slow to enter, sure to not hurt you. But she assumed that’d be difficult to do considering you were practically drenched.

Ambessa itched with lust as she watched the way Sevikas thrust picked up, her stomach flexing and growing wet from you. You moaned out her name hoarsely, grateful that finally something was being done.

“ So pretty… this cunt is fuckin—- ngh… perfect.”

Sevika groaned out, feeling the harness rub against her throbbing clit. She looked up at Ambessa, eyelids low and mouth hung open, panting.

“ Fuck her faster.”

She didn’t dare disobey, picking up the speed immediately. You cried out, feeling it hit inside of you even deeper. Your poor cunt clenched around it, hungry for more. Your whole body felt hot to the touch. You thought you were going to die, not sure how much longer you could hold on despite her having just started.

Sevika moved your legs so that they rose straight up, pulling you even deeper allowing her thrust to drive you insane. You felt her hot breaths against your calf, her breast brushing against your bare skin. Her moans grew louder but it was impossible to overtake yours, your throat ripping out the most obscene noises. You met her thrust as best as you could, knowing you could never get enough of the pleasure she was giving you, even if it was overwhelming.

“ C’mere.”

You felt Ambessa suddenly capture your lips, pulling your head up slightly to ravage you. She tasted like honey and you moaned into her. Her hands roamed all over, cupping your breast that bounced vigorously. She bit at your bottom lip, relishing in the way you whined her name, not commander, her name.

“ ambessaaa.”

She secretly crumpled at sound. Typically she’d have corrected you, and told you to do better with your etiquette. But she couldn’t bother with that when you were shaking now, you and Sevikas orgasm clearly close.

“ fuckkkk! m-m gonn— no!”

You screamed louder than ever, still desperately kissing at Ambessa’s scarred face. The pair admired your discipline, fighting off the orgasm that you knew threatened to spill at any moment.

“ ‘bessa! s-sevikaa! can I— cum! can I please?”

Sevika was so far gone, ignoring your question. She stuttered her thrust, biting into your ankle as her orgasm grew closer. Ambessa gave uncharacteristic sympathy, filling in for her. She leaned down even closer, whispering in your ear.

“ Sevika’s been doing such a good job, hasn’t she?”

A tear slipped down your face as you nodded, whimpering more and more. She kissed the tear away, loving how they so easily fell down your face.

“ So how about we let her cum first, have some etiquette? How about that?”

Quite sure it wasn’t a question, you only offered a pained yes. Sevika sped up slightly making you claw at Ambessa’s hand that rested on your breast. Sevika came silently, her mouth forming into an ‘o’ as she fucked herself through her orgasm while also fucking you.

You looked up at Ambessa, pleading. She shushed your cries, telling you to let go for her and Sevika. And Sevika despite being overstimulated continued to fuck you enthusiastically, refusing to not let your pussy cry for her again. And cry it did, you came so hard on her cock that you saw stars. Vision blurry and body weak, you trembled beneath both of their stares.

You heaved, struggling to catch your breath. But Ambessa noticed you trying to say something. She rubbed your face again leaving bruised kisses on your chest.

“ Speak up, mumbling won’t do much.”

“ more…please”

Sevika, whose chest also struggled to catch breath, made eye contact with Ambessa. Your mind was a heavy haze, not able to concentrate on anything. But you did capture Ambessa’s commanding voice.

“ You heard her, Sevika. Do it again.”

[astarionancuntnin]

cheers to this gang of dysfunctional nerds, my life wouldn't be the same without them

the tadfools + text posts (part 2)

[terramythos]

bisexuals. Attack