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divineecelestial · 1 year

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Pretty Girl [3] Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary — Eddie thinks he'll actually die if you keep ignoring him. So he's going to make you talk to him. Even if that means climbing through your window.

Word Count — 3.1k

Warnings — graphic depictions of sexual activity, oral sex (fem receiving) dirty talk, Eddie jerks off while eating you out

18+ ONLY

I didn't forget about you sluts.

“I can take you home.”

You watched as your group of friends slowly disappeared from view, their voices diminishing into silence as the car drove further down the road. The smile faded from your lips as a chilly breeze crashed against you were overcome with the realization that you were alone. Both literally and figuratively. Your friends, something you weren’t even certain you could call them, had forgotten you. No, that wasn’t the right word. Left you must’ve been more accurate because they knew you were there but none of them seemed to even care they left you alone under a yellow streetlamp on an empty road as raindrops dampened your uniform. Yes, left behind was the right term for it. Disregarded and ignored. You glanced down at the brown stains on your white, or what used to be sneakers. Goosebumps rose on your exposed legs as you crossed your arms, trying to preserve as much warmth as you could. You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the journey home as your eyes stung with warm tears.

With reluctance, you peered over your shoulder and sighed shakily. There was a flicker of anger passing through you as you took him in; casually leaning against his van with his adorned hands stuffed inside his pockets. Of course, he was there. He was always there whenever you needed him as far away as possible. You blinked away the dwelling tears and whirled around, ignoring his presence entirely. You didn’t make it very far before you heard his heavy footsteps near you. “Oh, come on. I might be a dick but I’m not gonna let you walk home alone, at night, in the rain.” You wanted to remark that ‘might’ wasn’t accurate. He was a dick. “Especially in your pretty little uniform.”

You could feel your strands of hair sticking to your skin as you hesitantly faced him. “Oh, so you’re gonna protect me?” You questioned as if the mere idea of him keeping you from everything that goes bump in the night was ridiculous. Because that wasn’t him and that wasn’t how this dynamic worked. “I don’t think so. I’d rather take my chances with whatever is out there.” You said, glancing at the darkness surrounding the town. You knew what was out there. Dealt with everything that could’ve possibly killed you and survived, but here you were, dreading getting inside a car with him.

He loomed closer and your glare hardened as your nostrils flared. God, he couldn’t get over how pretty you looked when you were mad at him. You were finally acknowledging him again with that delicious anger he’d been craving. And for a brief moment, he couldn’t have even bothered to notice your wrath flaming beneath your harsh gaze because you were finally acknowledging him. You were finally looking at him with those damn eyes he swore he could lose himself in and he didn’t seem to care that you were only looking at him because you were on the verge of slapping him across the face.

Things were different. And this time, this change wasn’t a welcome one and you were desperate for everything to suddenly transform back to ‘normal’. Or as normal as things could get between you two. The weekend arrived and you didn’t want to go anywhere, irrationally worried you were going to see him. Avoiding him like he was contaminated with the plague wasn’t something you were used to. Sure, before this relationship progressed, you didn’t go out of your way to speak with him, but now, you couldn’t even walk in the same hallway without being consumed by embarrassment.

As ridiculous as this might’ve seemed, the kiss you abruptly pressed against him was strangely intimate. Well, for you it was. Because sex could just be something as simple as people seeking physical pleasure from another person. A simple hook-up. That connection was fiery, consuming, and temporary. You might not have had sex with him, but he allowed you to chase that all-consuming pleasure from him and you felt stupid for thinking he could’ve thought of you as anything other than some sex toy. You kissed him and he rejected you.

“You don’t mean that.” His smirk was cruel and you were moments from scratching his face until he was unrecognizable. “Come on, pretty girl. I’ll keep my hands to myself and drive with two hands on the wheel.”

As soon as the words fell from his lips, another breeze moved through the ice-cold air and you shivered. The light rainfall slowly dampened his unruly hair and you knew the downpour was going to drastically change soon. You looked upward at the dark skies and clamoring clouds, silently cursing at them for this. Oh, gosh, this couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t seriously be considering this. Sitting in a small and enclosed space with Eddie Munson for who knows how long after he had practically rejected you was outrageous. You were going to deny the offer when a loud crack echoed throughout town. Thunder. His smile only widened. “Fine. Give me your jacket.” He raised his eyebrows at the sudden demand but complied regardless. That’s how it worked between you both; you demanded and he complied. Most of the time. In one fluid movement, his jacket was removed and he wordlessly handed it to you. You removed your backpack and cheer bag and roughly smacked it against his chest before walking to his passenger door, decidedly ignoring his groan. He quickened his pace to open the door for you. “If you try any of your shit, I’m jumping out of the car.” You warned.

His jacket was warm and smelled like his cologne and weed. You tightened the fabric around yourself and flicked on the heater. He pulled away from the school’s desolate parking lot and drove away. A minute hadn’t gone by before he opened his mouth. “Why were you at school this late?” He knew why. He had practically memorized your schedule and knew exactly what you were doing most days, but he just wanted to listen to your voice. It had been too long since he had heard your voice directed at him.

You were quiet and didn’t answer immediately. He was going to ask the question again before your voice filled the confines of his car. “Cheer practice.” You answered shortly, gaze remaining outside the window and at the passing blur of colors. “You?” You hesitantly asked. You didn’t know why you bothered asking. You knew what he was doing there. He was cleaning the mess left behind by the Hellfire Club and doing whatever else dungeon masters do. You only knew because the kids were practically attached to him. It’s not like you wanted to know or asked about it before. Of course not.

“Hellfire.” And you must’ve been delusional if you thought Eddie was granting you some kind of mercy and deciding to drive the remainder of the trip in sweet silence. Yes, delusional indeed. “I’ve been trying to talk to you. These past couple of days, you know.” You did know, it was impossible to not notice such an imposing figure in your life like him. Beneath the facade of flippancy and sarcasm, there was the undeniable truth—he was hurt. And this wasn’t an ordinary kind of hurt. This was an ache that throbbed and demanded to be felt, the lifeless thump of a cracked heart before transforming into a sharpness, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Heartache was a disease desperate to be felt. The cure of his was inches away from him, shrouded with his clothes.

“I didn’t notice.” You lied straight through your teeth and he knew you were lying.

His eyes remained on the road, but his grip on the wheel tightened. “I just wish you would let me explain—”

You breathed in sharply. “There isn’t anything to explain.” Another lie.

There was another crackle and a flash of light scattered across the sky. “Yes, there is. Just let me—”

The driveway of your household was steadily approaching and you were already unbuckling your seatbelt, practically tumbling outside as soon as the van stopped moving. “Thank you for the ride.” He watched as you disappeared behind your door, closing it without glancing back.

Beneath the warmth of your blankets, you readjusted yourself with your eyes closed. Your face was smushed against your pillows, a small sigh escaping you as you squeezed your pillow tighter. The sound of your window opening filled the silent air and your eyes snapped open, hurriedly looking over your shoulder before jolting upright. “Your hair is sticking out everywhere.” A voice said casually. “Cute.”

The chill from the midnight breeze crashed against you like an icy tidal wave. Across the room, and casually perched on your windowsill, was Eddie. You rubbed the side of your face and groaned, promptly shoving your face back onto your baby pink pillows. You should’ve been worried, frightened even, that he had broken into your room, but the only emotion you could manage was exhaustion. “What are you doing here?” Your voice was muffled as you spoke into the fabric.

This must’ve been a figment of his depraved imagination, a scene plucked from his dreams—you were languidly sprawled across your blankets and wearing nothing but a small nightgown. And that nightgown revealed the softness of your breasts as you slowly faced him, your bare ass peeking beneath the thin fabric. As you pressed your cheek against your palm, finally offering your hazy attention, the breath was stolen from lungs and he subtly latched onto the windowsill to steady himself. “You know, those friends back there didn’t really seem like friends. Just an observation.” He was stalling. He knew he was, but he was desperate for a semblance of normality.

You breathed in sharply. “Well, you can keep your observations to yourself.”

It was silent for a beat. “You wanna hear another observation?” He didn’t care if you didn’t.

You yawned, blinking slowly. “Not really, but I’m sure you're going to share anyway.”

He smiled, thoroughly enjoying the annoyance searing your voice. “I think you like being around me because you don’t have to pretend. You can be your mean, stubborn, and bratty self around me. Around them, you have to be The Head Cheerleader.” You weren’t even focusing on the coldness filling the room or even acknowledging that he was inside your room. That hadn’t been processed completely. Yet. “It’s obvious. I don’t know how no one else doesn’t notice.”

Through your sleepy gaze, you narrowed your eyes. “You think you know me, Munson?”

“No, I do know you.” He answered so surely. “I think you’re forgetting I grew up with you.” That wasn’t something you could ever forget even if you had tried. And you had desperately. “You were my first-ever crush. I was obsessed with you. Still am, by the way.” He casually added. “I grew up watching you. I memorized everything about you. I even watched those damn pep rallies for you. Failed classes so you could be my tutor. I even bribed Mr. Johnson so I could be your partner for the project that let me see those pretty little panties of yours.”

He moved away from the windowsill and loomed closer to the edge of your bed. “So I need you to understand something. You were my first and only crush. You were my first of many wet dreams. You were the only girl who made me nervous and made me feel like some lovesick loser because you looked at me. There were times when I couldn’t fucking function because you smelled so good, said something so damn smart in class, or yelled at Carver for being a dick. I need you to understand I have been and still am, fucking crazy for you and you kissed me.”

He kneeled, his tentative hands softly caressing your thighs before pressing a small kiss on your knee. “I need you to understand that I’m the loser who plays D&D with freshmen, sells weed, and hasn’t had a girlfriend, who fucking watches porn to practice for this exact moment and you’re you.” Another gentle kiss on your other knee. “And, fuck, you’re so perfect. The goddamn prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” A kiss on your thigh. “So damn smart.” Another kiss on your other thigh. “And you’re funny. You challenge me.” His nose nudged the hem of your nightgown as he licked the inside of your thigh. “So I do know you and I know you like me. And that’s something I can’t wrap my head around.”

You shuddered as his breath brushed against your skin, unintentionally wrapping your leg around his shoulder, your calf pressed against his back, pulling him closer. You whispered his name, a plead for something. Anything. Your voice, breathless and desperate, was a siren’s call and he would’ve swam to the depths of the darkest ocean to hear it again and again.

The words uttered from his flushed lips were barely processed as lifted the hem of your nightgown. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before closing them, almost as if he were murmuring a silent prayer, and he took a moment to admire the godly sight before him. Hidden beneath the softness of your nightgown and thighs was something he had only dreamed of. Yeah, of course, he’d seen pussies before. From porn, mind you, but this was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He didn’t understand how you, probably the most perfect woman to ever roam this earth, had just become even better.

You could feel each slow breath from him as he simply admired. “Do something.” You whispered. Your voice was a soft reminder that he needed to move, do something as you put it. Slowly, his tongue dragged across your pussy and a primal groan escaped his mouth. He pulled away suddenly and you glanced at him curiously. He looked concentrated, brows scrunched together in deep thought. “I-Is something wrong?”

A moment passed and he shook his head. “I’m just trying not to cum.” He eventually said.

You threw your head back and laughed, which was stifled by a moan as he shoved his head back between your thighs. His initial movements were experimental, unsure, but as he continued and listened to your sounds, he knew what he was doing. Sort of. “Fuck, yes.” Your voice was unrecognizable to your own ears and the moans slipping from your lips were unlike anything you had made when alone.

This was the exact moment where Eddie decided he was going to marry you in the future. But first he was going to make you cum.

With his tongue still flicking against your clit, occasionally sucking, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock from the confines of his clothes. Your legs shook as he shoved two ringed fingers inside you, slowly pumping you and memorizing every detail of this moment before he gathered the juices of your arousal and jerked himself off. “So fucking wet.” He said, pathetically whining as the pornographic sound of your wetness coated his cock. “I don’t know how I lived this long without tasting you.”

Your thighs pressed against his face as your hand pulled his hair and he promptly decided if he were to die tonight, he would die a happy man. This is where he belonged. Most men wanted to be businessmen, sleep on a bed full of money with dozens of women keeping them company, but he didn’t. His face shoved between your shaking thighs, sucking on your clit as you yanked his hair and moaned his name, was where he belonged. “Please don’t stop.” You pleaded. And as much as Eddie loved hearing you yell at him, he decided this was how he wanted to hear you from now on. "Yes, yes, yes. Don't stop."

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my pretty girl.” God, him and that nickname were going to be the death of you.

“I-I’m gonna—” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t finish your own sentence.

His hand clutched your thigh with a newfound roughness, pulling your closer, and his other hand squeezed and tugged his leaking cock. “Come on, pretty girl. Come for me.” His pace and movements didn’t change or falter. “Give it to me. Come for me, please. I need it.”

At that moment, you decided Eddie wasn’t going anywhere. He was never getting rid of you because he ate your pussy like a starving man and made you cum until you saw twinkling stars. “You have the filthiest fucking mouth—”

His wet mouth pressed against yours, his hands coated with your juices and he clutched your cheek. “You taste that?” He asked after pulling away, his lips faintly brushed against yours, teasing. “That’s the taste of the prettiest girl—” He kissed you again and you were barely able to process the softness of his mouth against you before he pulled away again. “Who fucking likes me and can’t deny it.”

And his knees buckled as you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him against you. “What have you done to me, Eddie Munson?” You mumbled. He could feel your glittering smile against his and there wasn’t anything more beautiful.

He saw the gilded walls surrounding your heart and decided he was going to do everything he could to get there. He poked and prodded, tugged and pulled before deciding to take a jackhammer and destroy everything keeping him from you. “My five-year plan of seducing you finally worked.” And he stopped for only a moment, processing the mere fact that this was real. He was really touching you, tasting you, licking your cum off his soaked lips. “I’ve dreamed of this.” His voice was low and below a whisper, his warm breath tickling your face with each word. You could feel the warmth of his lips touching your shoulder, a ghostly caress against your skin.

You placed a few random pecks on his face. “I really like you, Eddie Munson.” There was vulnerability exuding from you, unlike anything he’d ever seen from you before.

“So this is what the famous [Y/N] is like behind closed doors.” The pouring rain soaked the floor outside your room, the grey clouds visible through the droplet-covered windows. "Who would’ve thought my pretty girl was so sweet?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, smacking his arm. “Shut up.” You laughed. He would've fought (and probably lose) anyone just to hear that beautiful sound again and again.

“That’s not what you were saying earlier. Oh, Eddie, please don’t stop. I’m gonna cum!” He mocked with an obnoxiously high pitched voice.

You decided a another kiss would be the best way to shut him up. “God, you’re so pretty I’m gonna faint.” He mumbled, squeezing your breasts and pinching your hardened nipples. “Can I please fuck you? If I don’t fuck you and cum inside that pretty pussy, I think I’ll die.”

You moaned into his mouth and he gratefully swallowed the sound. “Yeah, come on, Eds, fill me up.”

“Fuck yes.”

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rafeyscurtainbangs · 29 days

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Sorry, Top… Again - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor

CollegeStudent!Rafe x Topper'sGF!Reader

⭐️ NEW DROP ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

2k - lightly edited

🪄 warnings: cheating, name-calling, degradation, fingering, cum tasting, male masturbation, female masturbation, teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, rough sex, spanking, creampie, ownership kink.

Based off of this ask. Also, thank you for this ask as well, nonnie! 🌺

Part 1

📖 Topper's GF (reader) can't stop thinking about Rafe and the feeling is mutual. When Topper tells Rafe that he's finally going to take your relationship farther than kissing, Rafe knows he has to ruin you first.

✨"Mmm… Mhmm – Where did Topper’s perfect little girlfriend go? Huh? I know she's in there somewhere?" He mocks. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop?” He mumbles as his hands trace up your inner thigh. “Aren’t you gonna tell me you don’t want this?”✨

Readers POV:

“Fuck, you are a pussy, Top. Take another,” Rafe smirks, his lust-filled eyes trailing down to yours.

“M’Done. I - I… Damn,” Topper stutters and laughs, waving the blonde off.

“Bitch,” Rafe clips, giving you a little wink before downing his second or third of the night, perfectly sober as he continues to feed your boyfriend alcohol.

“M’gonna black the fuck out before we even get back from the barrr,” Topper draws out the word as he lifts the tequila shot to his lips, swallowing fast.

“Rafe…” You caution him, but he looks down at you and scoffs, rolling his eyes away.

“Your boy can hang,” Rafe teases, punching Topper playfully, still rough enough to make him stumble back. “Right, buddy?” He asks your shit-faced boyfriend who answers with a hiccup.

“M’sorry, baby,” Topper slurs as he turns into your neck, mumbling against your skin, his hot, thick breath reeking of booze. Tonight was the night the two of you were going to go farther than kissing. Poor Topper. The man is utterly ignorant to the reality of the situation, his best friend and roommate, all but clearing all the bases more times than your guilty conscience would like to admit.

The twinkle in Rafe’s eyes and the satisfied smile on his lips tells you that his plan is falling into place. Topper must have said something. There’s no way Rafe’s gonna let him do more than kiss you unless he ruins you first. To Top, you were his sweet, innocent girlfriend, as pure as the freshly fallen snow, so far from the truth.

Rafe always left you wanting more, pushing it further each time. Last night was the farthest you had ever gone, Rafe getting the both of you off just sliding through your slick folds alone, pressing his fat tip in your drooling hole enough to fill you with his sticky load.

I can't stop thinking about it. The feeling, the pleasure, the way my body pulled him in, and I know he felt the same way. The moan that left his lips was deep, guttural, thirsty for more. His eyes rolled back in his skull, goosebumps flaring across his toned, tanned skin. We both wanted to finish what we started.

The PornHub intro plays softly, barely heard over the whooshing of the ceiling fan and Topper’s obnoxious snoring. Rafe lets out a deep, drawn-out moan, letting his head fall back on the cool brick wall as he continues to stroke his thick dick.

“Fuckkk,” Rafe grunts, his husky voice, and deep moans filling the room, as well as the sounds of his fist slopping wetly through lube as he rubs it out. Rafe’s head rolls to the side, catching you staring, making your head snap to the ceiling. He laughs breathily as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head in faux disappointment for you being such a slut for him, as he loves to say. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave those words from him too. Your hand slips down your body, pushing past the elastic band of your silky pajama shorts, trying to mimic how he moves when his hands are on you.

“So…” Rafe breaks the silence, the depth of his voice making you throb, knees drawing in with want. “Top’s gonna finally do it. Huh? Gonna have to share that greedy little hole with him? Maybe you’ll finally be satisfied? Won’t be fingering yourself right next to your boyfriend just dreamin’ about my dick,” Rafe chuckles cruelly. You stop your movements, looking over at him with innocent eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper as you slide your panties back in place, feeling the chill of the arousal-soaked lace.

“Your panties are wet. Huh?” He asks. You shake your head ‘no’, your eyes unable to look away as he continues to fist his dick. “Now, princess…” He chides condescendingly. “I’ve had that whore pussy enough to know that isn’t true. Just say the word. I’ll let you choke on my dick just like you like, I’ll play with your pussy like only I can, and then I’ll fuck you in front of your boyfriend; stuff those filthy little panties in your mouth so you won't make a sound.” You breathe deeply, letting out a frustrated breath, making Topper stir on the bed. Rafe releases a teasing gasp. “Uh oh, baby. You better get off that high horse of yours before your saint of a boyfriend wakes up-”

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe lifts his hands, surrendering to your wishes. "Whatever you say, angel," he bullies, his thick cock standing straight.

“You’re an asshole-”

“Yeah? No shit.”

“Goodnight.” You close your eyes, accepting defeat almost instantly, opening them once more.

You lick your bottom lip, watching the way the lube sheens his hard skin, imagining him filling you up. Would you be able to take it all? Rafe's large ringed hand wraps around the base, making a show of it. "You know... I saw you pass him those two shots, princess."

"I didn't know he was drunk-"

"Bull... mmpfh," he moans, his ab muscles flexing, his words getting caught on his lips as he rubs his rough palm over his tip. "Bull-fuckin'-shit, princess. Now get over here and suck my fuckin' cock."

You shake your head ‘no’, turning away from Rafe toward your boyfriend, snuggling into the covers, trying to concentrate on Topper's shallow breaths, the delicate features of his sleeping face, and the way that even when he's asleep, he finds a way to be close as the tips of his fingers skim your bare thigh.

"Rafe!" You yelp as you feel your body yanked from the bed; his bare frame presses up against yours. "Stop."

"Do you really want me to stop, princess. I swear to Christ we do this every fuckin' time and every time you're lyin'. You're a bad fuckin' liar. You know that? N'if you think for a second you're not gonna be fakin' every orgasm you have with Thornton, you're deeply, deeply mistaken," he mumbles against your lips as his large fingers press against your cunt, quickly circling your clit like you wish you could. "I want you so bad. Been thinkin' about it since last night. I can't get you out of my head, and I think," he snickers as he lifts his dripping fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. "The feelin' is mutual. So... I'm only gonna ask you this one more time. Are you lyin'?" He asks as he cups his cheeks in your hands, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"What am I to you?" You ask gently, your voice shaky with need.

"You're somethin' else. You know that?" He laughs.

"What am I to you?" You ask with a little more conviction, Rafe responding with a deep groan and a devilish smile.

"You're a slut. That's all you are to me. My filthy fuckin' slut who lets me use you in front of your boyfriend. My pretty little cock sleeve," he whirrs, brushing his lips against yours as you melt at his words. You loop your fingers around your shorts and panties, pulling them to the floor. "Atta girl." Rafe lifts you into his arms before taking a seat on the bed next to Topper. You look down at your boyfriend and back at Rafe. “His bed or mine, baby,” he sneers as he unfastens the buttons of your shirt, already knowing what you desire. “Tell me.”

“Right here,” you breathe as he pulls your shirt off your body, flinging it to the side, the two of you watching as it lands on Top. His hands drift up your body, threading into your hair, making you shut your eyes. “Fuck,” you whimper as he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back, making your back arch before his lips meet your neck, kissing your hot skin. Rafe sinks his teeth into you, making tears prick in your eyes as you try your best to stay quiet.

“Tough girl,” he murmurs, gliding his tongue along the bite marks. His hands move down your body, tracing the sway of your spine. You bang your fists against his chest, gritting your teeth to hold back your cries as he slaps your ass, your eyes quickly flashing to Topper.

“Do you wanna get us caught, Rafe? Stop,” you whimper.

He gives you a challenging smile, doing it again; tears of pleasure and pain slip down your cheeks. “I haven’t decided what I want. Maybe I’ll keep this pretty pussy all for myself. What would he think if he knew what a dirty whore you really are? You got him fooled, princess. Good thing I fuckin’ love it,” he smiles as he snags your wrists off his chest, overpowering you before slamming you against the mattress. Topper’s limp body bounces slightly, blissfully unaware, letting out a yawn.

“Can’t believe you like this shit,” Rafe teases, catching the high you're getting from it. "Tell me."

"I fucking love it, Rafe," you blurt, "I love it. Please, just don't stop." "Mmm… Mhmm – Where did Top’s perfect little girlfriend go? Huh? I know she's in there somewhere?" He mocks. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop?” He mumbles as his hands trace up your inner thigh. “Aren’t you gonna tell me you don’t want this?”

You quickly shake your head ‘no’, pushing your last shred of dignity aside as his lips kiss down your chest, tongue flicking across your nipple as he pinches and twists the other side, making you buck your hips into him for more.

"Fuck my pussy, Rafe. Please," you pant.

"Begging for my cock… So… Fucking…. Needy…” He digs as he grips your hips, giving you a few experimental thrusts. You look down, watching as his cock rests against your lower stomach, eyes rolling back as you see just how deep he’ll go.

"You know, angel. My cock's bigger than his…” Rafe smirks as his fingers meet your heat, trailing slowly through your glistening cunt, teasing your entrance. “I’m gonna ruin you for him, baby,” he sighs as he pushes his fingers deep. Rafe’s cock is aching at this point, precum leaking from the tip as he watches you plead for your pleasure underneath him. He can feel how soaked you are when his head meets your warmth, teasing not only you but himself as he presses the tip in.

A deep growl leaves his chest as he thrusts deeply, robbing you of your breath. You clamp your hands over your mouth to cover your cry with one hand, your nails digging into his muscular shoulder blades with the other. "Fuck. You're so tight, y/n," he moans lowly. You can feel him stretching you out as he pounds you into the bed, the mattress responding with creaks and squeaks. Rafe glides his dick in and out, over and over again. Your moaning and panting mixes with his.

Rafe slips his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can watch. "Fuck, princess. Such a good fucking girl. Look at you taking me so well," he burns, his forehead pressed against yours. You watch his thick cock plunge deep, a familiar heat building inside you. You close your walls around him, squeezing him harder. His lip tucks between his teeth, brows knitting tightly. "This pussy. Fuckkk,” he groans as he grabs your leg, hooking it over his massive shoulder, somehow driving even deeper. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses between gasping breaths.

"I'm going to cum, Rafe," you weep.

"No, you're not," he scoffs as he swings his hips a little more; body clapping against your clit.

"Rafe, please let me cum," you beg.

"What was that? You're not going to cum. Are you, baby?" He pouts mockingly, punctuating every word with a rough thrust. “Can’t believe you're tappin’ out already?” You slam your eyes shut, trying your best to fight back your climax. Rafe flips you to your stomach, raising you to your knees; you scramble to grab the sheets as he stuffs himself back in, gripping your ass tightly.

He hits a new angle, tip prodding your g-spot; heat rippling across your skin. His hand comes down against your ass again, the cracking of skin blending with the clapping of his thighs against your own. You drop to your elbows, burying your face in Topper’s pillow. Rafe hand comes down, grabbing your hair again, pulling you back, using the other hand to cram your wet panties in your mouth. "Cum.” Your jaw falls slack as Rafe fucks deep, flooding you with his climax, his fingers dig into your ass as you cum on his cock.

Rafe keeps his grip on your hair and ass, pulling you up on your knees and letting your back rest against his chest, the two of you coming down from your highs. His heart bangs against you as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing wet kisses against your dewy skin . You whimper around your panties, turning your cheek into him as he lowers his hand, circling your clit nice and slow.

“I know your Top’s girl, princess, but this pussy is mine. You understand?” He asks as he pulls the lace from your mouth.

“I understand.”

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delirious-donna · 3 months

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The Cat Who Got The Cream [Kuroo Tetsuro]

an: Kuroo deserves to be rewarded for everything he does to make you feel special, and nothing will stop you from worshipping him (there isn't a thing I wouldn't do for this man tbf)

pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x female reader

warnings: oral sex, hand humping, just pure smut

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He tasted annoyingly good. Smoky whisky notes mixed perfectly with the slight cinnamon spice from the dessert you had not long shared. His taste tingled your tastebuds, your mouth salivating in anticipation whilst your patience was shredded down to bare threads.

Your mouth slanted in want and Kuroo deepened the kiss in retaliation. He licked at the swell of your bottom lip in a faux act of requesting permission, he knew from the way you squirmed against him that you were just as needy as he was. With a breathless chuckle, the wet muscle curled past your teeth to invade your mouth, stroking your tongue in slow, languid movements that had you moaning into the shared space.

The quiet of your bedroom room was broken only by the sinful mewls that crawled from your throat, matched in urgency by deep groans from Kuroo’s strong chest. Your fingers danced over the space covering his heart, delighting in how it was racing beneath your fingertips, in how he was flexing and pressing into your touch wherever he could reach. It made you smile against his mouth, the hot lust evident in the air that thickened overhead.

This was far from the first time you had been intimate, but it felt somehow different tonight, charged with electric potency of an animalistic breed. It was hotter than a bubbling spring and your skin reacted with the steady march of goosebumps as if a spider walked down your spine.

“Tetsu…” You whimpered, breaking for air and trembling from the lick of his tongue against the roof of your mouth which left a thin webbing of saliva connecting your lips.

“Mm. Need something, pretty girl?”

Long dextrous fingers roamed the plush of your thighs, pressing against your denim jeans and you could tell that he was close to laying you atop the cool unrumpled sheets, close to pinning you beneath his strong body and taking matters into his own hands. You could feel the thick length of his erection, the outline hot and heavy against his thigh. Deliberately, your hips undulated to allow your pelvis to meet it.

Kuroo bit back a hiss, warm hazel eyes flaring with crackling sparks when the seam of your zipper caught against him. The seat of your underwear was sticky with arousal, melding to the heat of your labia and the way you let his clothed cock press against you felt practically criminal. You needed him fiercely—so fierce that you felt the first tickle of tears build behind your eyes. Except… he was always taking care of you and your needs.

You had never met a man like the one holding you right now. Protective, caring, handsome as hell, and funny. A perfect package, and you counted your blessings every day that he had fallen into your life. Memories of breakfasts in bed, unexpected flowers delivered to your workplace and those sweet, lingering kisses placed longing against your forehead whenever he left for work rose like surging tides. They brought with them, a swell of confidence.

Tetsuro watched you with curiosity, you’d swear his ears would twitch like a cat if they could. Those pretty hazel eyes studied your expression with a shy smile, one that you were unaccustomed to. Along with the pink blush creeping slowly up the sides of his neck and dusting the tops of his cheeks, you purred at his reaction.

“Wanna make you feel good. You’ll let me, won’t you, baby? Gonna stretch out and let me show you my appreciation for once,” you cooed, ghosting your lips against the cut of his jaw. You fisted the front of his crisp shirt, pleading with wide eyes although you knew he would give you the world right now.

Kuroo looked divine laid out on your bed, an arm tucked behind his messy raven hair and the other reached out to pet at you. He watched you with hunger burning in his gaze. Long black lashes fanned against the apples of his cheeks, fluttering shut only to snap open again. He didn’t want to miss a second of your smaller hand wrapped so perfectly around his leaking cock. With each eager pump of your fist, the foreskin rolled back to reveal a hot red tip slick with precum dribbling out to cover your fingers and his aching shaft.

His mouth gaped when your tongue peeked out—pink and perfect—to drag from the weeping tip to the very base and up again on the other side. Intrigued by every little twitch, the quiver of his toned abdomen and the way the tendons in his neck strained, you wriggled in the space between his thighs. Stripped down to your underwear, a hand pressed to your sex to relieve the need for friction. Not only were you teasing him with candy licks, but you also worked yourself into a frenzy with messy strokes against your swollen clit.

A wet slurp rang out, clear and lewd. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you fed him deeper, drool lubricated his dick and clung to the stark veins that you tongued playfully, chest filling up with a puff of pride when he clutched your hair into a makeshift grip. Kuroo’s breathing fast became erratic, the rise and fall of his chest uneven and laboured but that only spurred you on you.

“Oh, fuck—kitten. Slow… slow down,” he cried out, sounding out of breath and feverish.

Whilst you heard the concern lacing his request, born from his worry about you and your poor throat that you were slowly abusing with every inch you swallowed down, you refused to listen. You were simply addicted to the taste of him, drunk on his cock and drooling around him without a care. Where his mouth was warm and spicy, the heavy skin of his cock was musky with a tang of salt, uniquely masculine and you willingly gagged on him over and over.

His eyebrows pinched, a crinkle above his nose and he threw his head back against the pillows. It was impossible to keep his hips still, they rose unbidden to fuck your perfect little mouth. Slurring his words in between moans at the wet slick of your lips wrapped around him. The sight was heaven, lust-glazed eyes met yours as you lost yourself in the feel of him.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. Mm… taking me like a fuckin’ champ. That’s it, keep doing that!”

You cupped his heavy balls in your palm, huffing through your nose when he whimpered softly. Black spikes of hair fell into his eyes, perfectly dishevelled and coming apart by your mouth and hand. It sent pulses of pleasure shooting straight through your clit, explorative fingers jerking to a stop when you rutted shamelessly against your hand.

His orgasm was fast approaching, the swollen balls you rolled between fingers and thumb drawing tight to the base of his cock whilst the warm drip of pleasure built at the base of his spine. Kuroo gritted his teeth, determined not to spill down your throat yet. He had a request, one final thing he wanted to see again before he shot his creamy load into your mouth.

“Kitten, open up for me. Lemme see you swallow me down once more. Fuck… yeah, gonna turn that pink tongue of yours white.”

Your jaw slackened, releasing his cock and marvelling at the webbed saliva that strung between him and you. Licking through the mess, you grinned and pressed a wet slurping kiss to the salty pearls still escaping his slit.

“Fuck my mouth, Tetsuro… make me choke,” you begged hoarsely.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Kuroo guided you back to where he needed you most, a groan vibrating from his chest until it escaped through parted lips as you took him into the paradise of your mouth. The heat curled around him, tongue lolling out when he lodged into the soft tissue of your throat. Drool seeped over the seam of his tight balls, the mess dripping to the sheets below moments before he lost himself to the suction and swallow of the muscles around his cock.

Hot ropes of cum painted the length of your throat, and you joined him in his orgasm. You fucked the ridge of your hand, wet moans gurgling around him, and he pulled you off enough to see the remaining spend collect on your tongue. A rough thumb wiped at the cum trying to escape your lips, moving it back inside whilst you blinked through blissed-out eyes.

“Uh uh. Swallow it all, baby. Can’t let it go to waste,” he chided affectionately.

“Gotta stop smiling like that, kitten. You look like the cat who got all the cream…”

How right he was.

#delirious writes #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #kuroo tetsurou

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sarawritestories · 6 months

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Cassian X Fem Reader

A Continuation for I Won't Say I'm In Love Found Here

Summary: The General shows you just how much he loves yous.

Content Warning: MINORS DNI This is just pure filth . P in V, both Male and Female Oral, Bondage, Dom/sub dynamic, Daddy kink, Hair pulling, Blindfolding. I think that's everything let me know if i missed something

Word count: 5.3K

Enjoy!

Story tag @mybestfriendmademe

“Now be a good girl and take off your clothes for me.”

You smile as you grip the hem of your top, “Yes, General.”

Pulling your shirt over your head, your breast exposed to the cool air of the room hitting your nipples you gasp at the sensation. You meet Cassian’s hazel eyes to notice they had grown dark, and the scent of his arousal filled the air. Your breath hitched as he licked his lips, his gaze filled with unbridled hunger. Your own scent of arousal twirled with his making your head dizzy with need. Cassian growled, his wings flaring, “I believe I gave you an order sweetheart. You’re still partially clothed.” He takes a bounding step forward, “Correct it, or I’ll do it for you.”

Heat pooled down your belly, arousal dampening your panties, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your shorts and turned and slowly dragged them down your legs, revealing the red lace covering your ass. You stepped out of your shorts and slowly turned your head back to the General who had a smirk on his face. “Well, what do we have here?” You prepared to pull the fabric off your body when he held up a hand causing you to pause. He stepped toward you, and your heart rate sped as his breath caressed your ear. “Are you always wearing red lacey things under those clothes, Sweetheart?” His hand splayed against your stomach pressing your back to his front, his cock fully erect pressed against your ass and a lewd moan escaped your throat. A dark chuckle graced the shell of your ear. “I haven’t even done any thing and your so responsive to me. Your body sings for me.” He grabbed the lobe of your ear with his teeth and lightly tugged and another moan slipped past your lips as you tilted your head back against his shoulder. His hand roamed up to one of your heavy breasts and his hand squeezed and you hummed arching your back. Suddenly his fingers gripped your nipple and twisted, and another sound emitted from you. “I asked you a question.”

Through the pleasure of his wandering hand, playing with your breast, his lips pressed against your heated skin, you were finally able to get out the words, “Yes. I always wear red lacey underthings, Cassian.” Your words were through heavy breaths.

He hummed in approval, “Do you think of me every time you put them on, how they look like my siphons.” His hand slid up to your throat as his free hand began to move south, his knees bump your own spreading your legs wider to give him better access, you realized that you had no room to move, he had pinned you against him, suddenly at his mercy and another wave of arousal washed over you.

“Yes,” You whispered as Cassian began to rub your clit over your soaked panties. “Cassian.” You moaned gyrating your hips to get more friction.

Cassian pulled away removing his hands and his scent of Leather and Sandalwood disappearing. You were about to turn your head when his calloused hand gripped the back of your neck. “Keep your head forward. Before we begin, give me your safe word.”

“Will we need it?” You whispered, goosebumps racking your skin as he strokes his thumb tenderly on your pulse point.

“Baby, for all the filthy ways I want to take you tonight, as well as how desperately I want to worship your body. Yes, we will need one.”

“Starlight.”

Cassian kissed the top of your head, “Good Girl. Let’s begin,” His free hand gripped your ass and began kneading your flesh. You murmured his name and your eyes drifted closed as his hand expertly worked your cheek.

In a swift motion he removed his hand only for it to slam down on your ass, your eyes flung open as a gasp wrung out and you tried to turn your head but the General had a firm grip on the back of your neck. The sound of his hand colliding with your flesh filled the room for a second time, “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you.” His hand collided with the other cheek before massaging it once more. “Tell me, Sweetheart, how many times have you pleasured yourself to the thought of me touching you. When all you had to do was ask?” The answer was too many to count, countless times you had dreamt his fingers inside of you instead of your own, his mouth against yours, his expert fingers curling into that sweet spot.

Before you could answer there was another smack that caused another silent moan, “Do you know how many times, I’ve come at the mere thought of you. At the thought of your pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock? My Cum and Drool dripping down your chin, how you would feel clenched around my me as I fuck you senseless. My name moaning on your lips.” You could feel the heat in your stomach pooling a familiar sensation you have had countless times before. Cassian squeezed the back of my neck as he whispered, “Do you know how many times I wanted to bend you over and claim you as mine for all to see?” Pleasure began to build at his words and the corresponding slaps to your behind. “Don’t even get me started on the males you brought home and how I wanted to kill every last one of them. They don’t deserve your heart, your brilliant mind, your kindness.” Another slap, “Or your pussy. They all belong to me. Do you understand? You belong to me.” He moved his hand and issued a harsh slap to your clit and you let out a scream as your climaxed soiling your panty’s with your release. Cassian rubbed the damp material riding out your release.

Once you came down from your orgasm, Cassian released his grip and turned you around, you pulled him down for a kiss and took you greedily in his arms. His wings wrapped around the two of you to block the natural chill of the room. Over his lips you whispered, “I belong to you, my heart has always been yours.”

Cassian smiled, “My heart has always belonged to you. From the day we met. I belong to you.”

You gave him a grin, stood on your tippy toes and bit his lobe and he gripped your back so tight you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. “Now take off your pants, General,” You pulled away to meet his honey-colored gaze, and slowly sank to your knees placing your hands on the top of your thighs looking up at him. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Cassian dropped his pants rapidly, his cock sprung up hitting his abdomen. He was bigger than you anticipated, and he laughed as your eyes grew wide. “It will fit.” He tucked a finger under your chin lifting your gaze to his. “If you’re okay tap my thigh once, If its too much tap it twice, okay?” You nodded and he gripped your chin tightly, “Words, Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Embarrassment flooded your body and blood rushed to your cheeks. “I’m so sor-“

Cassian pressed his hand over your mouth, “Call me that again, Baby Girl.”

Your breath quickened as he pulled his hand away from your lips, your eyes drifted back down to his cock, licking your chapped lips, “Please, Daddy.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me suck your cock.”

Cassian smirked and stepped forward, so his dick was in your face. Precum dripped from the tip. He rubbed his shaft along the seam of your lips, his arousal giving them a pretty shine. “Open for me, Sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and licking his shaft, you caught his wings shuttering in response as he let out a groan. You took in his tip in your mouth tongue lapping up his arousal dripping from his slit before you pulled away and lightly blew on it. Cassian growled and wrapped your hair around his fist. “I don’t appreciate being teased,” You smiled opening your mouth once more and Cassian slipped his cock into your mouth, and you instantly wrapped your mouth. Maintaining eye contact with him you began to bob your head savoring the taste of him. Cassian’s eyes fluttered shut as you took him deeper, relaxing your throat so you could take more of him. He held your head firm causing you to stop, “You okay, baby?” And something bloomed in your chest as he checked in on you. You slid your hand up the back of Cassian’s thigh and tapped once. You tried to move your head to take more, yearning to please him, “Needy little thing, aren’t you.”

You moaned and Cassian guided your head, setting a slow steady pace, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a few moments the General picked up the pace. Drool was beginning to seep out of the corner of your mouth dripping down your chin. Cassian set a bruising pace as he pumped into your mouth. “Touch yourself, Pretty girl.”

You slid your hand down and began to rub yourself over your panties. A moan reverberated over his cock and Cassian groaned out your name. You could hear his heartrate quicken and you quickened your pace over your clit sliding the lace to the side and slid a finger in your slick folds. Another moan came out from your throat as your finger met the unforgiving pace of Cassian.

“Baby. I’m going to cum and you will take every last drop, like a good girl. Will you do that for me?” You tapped once on his thigh, and he began fucking your mouth and you gagged against his length. With a roar Cassian came, hot cum spilling down your throat, and you tried taking it all. Some spilled out of your mouth and dripped down landing on your breast. He pulled out of your mouth and there was a string of saliva and his release that connected from his cock to your lips. He grazed his thumb scooping the drool and cum mixture that landed on your breast and on your chin. He placed his thumb in front of your face and in no time, you flicked your tongue out and sucked his thumb clean.

The general smiled the smile you loved so much, the one he held for you that showcased the tiny dimple on the side of his face. “You are perfect, My love.” He held his hand out and your gripped you owns in his and he helped you rise, your legs trembling slightly. He held you upright.

You pressed a hand to his bare chest right over her his strong heartbeat, “I love you.” You croaked out your throat raw.

Cassian scooped you up in his arms and walked you over to his bed, laying you on his cool black silk sheets. The cold temperature of the sheets cooled off your over heated skin as Cassian kissed your nose as your eyes drifted close. He tapped your cheek, “We are not done yet, Gorgeous.” He slid his finger down the length of your stomach trailing over the red lace. Hooking his finger in the elastic band he ripped the underwear off my body.

He watched as the arousal dripped out of your cunt and growled, “Beautiful. You are a goddess of a female.”

Through hooded eyes you gave him a smile, “And all yours.”

Cassian smirked as circled a finger around your center, “All mine,” He confirmed as he slid a digit in your folds your back arching in response. “So responsive, for me, pretty girl, ” He slides a second finger stretching you out and you whimper, as your body was sensitive from the two orgasms you had. You met Cassian’s gaze and lifted your torn panties up to his nose and took in the scent of your orgasm, as he added a third finger and curled them and you mewled raising your hips.

“Cassian, I-Oh gods,” He began moving his fingers, “I need more.”

“Insatiable,” He withdrew his fingers and moved so that he was standing over your face. He leaned down with a knowing smirk on his face and mischief gleaming in his eyes. “I want you to taste yourself while I grab some things.” You furrowed your brows in confusion and opened your mouth to ask what he meant. In rapid speed he shoved your soiled underwear in your mouth. “Suck on those until I return, I'll be back before you can miss me.” You growl through the makeshift gag as he kissed your head and you faced away from him. His fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him his brow quirked with a challenge, “Don't be a brat, now suck,” You begin sucking on the lace fabric tasting the saltiness from you’re the events of the evening. “Good Girl,” He walked toward the door pausing as he opened the door to look back at you. “Oh and no touching yourself. Unless you want a punishment,” and with that he was gone.

You continued to suck up all the juices that you left on your soiled panties and rubbed your thighs together, Cassian never said anything about clenching your thighs. You rubbed your legs in frustration and gave up, arousal seeped out of you at how you probably looked. Your own underwear in your mouth, your pussy dripping wet on the sheets as Cassian's door remained open, anyone could walk in and see you trying to get release without your fingers. What you needed more than anything was Cassian to fill you up and top teasing you.

As if your thoughts summoned him he returned with some rope and what looked like some silk fabric. He paused to rake his eyes down your body as if he was admiring a work of art. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” He pulled the soaked lace fabric from your mouth and the house provided him a glass of water. “Sit up.” You did as he commanded and he pressed the cool glass to your lips, “Take a drink.” You welcomed the cool sensation of the water sliding down your dry throat. You continued to drink as you met Cassian's stare as he ran his fingers through your hair. When the glass was empty did he pull the glass from you lips. He leaned down for a kiss and your heart swelled as his kiss was tender and it was like he was pouring his love into his lips. “Do you trust me?”

You couldn't help but laugh at the question, “Cassian, I trust you with my life and I've just entrusted you with my heart. Of course I trust you.”

Cassian smiled and pressed his forehead to yours, “Then be a good girl for me and close your eyes.”

You gave him a playful wink, “Yes, Daddy.” You closed your eyes and the sensation of silk against pressed over you’re eyes. You could feel him tightening the fabric behind your head, securing it from moving it.

His chest pressed against yours as he kissed your neck, then sinking his canines scraped down and sink on the tender flesh of your shoulder causing a shutter that rakes down your spine. “So beautiful. Lay back and place your hands above your head.” The weight of him against you is gone and you're greeted with the empty air as you slowly laid down and moved your arms above you. Cassian than adjusted your wrists on top of each other and wrapped the rope cinching them together tightly eliciting a gasp from you. You could feel him tying the end of the rope to the head board.

You felt the bed dipped as Cassian's scent overwhelmed your nose, “You okay?” he whispered against your lips.

“More than okay, Cass.” You smiled as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, peppering soft little kisses down your abdomen before reaching your breast. His teeth taking your nipple and pressing down hard enough to cause a grunt and flexing your hips upward. He chuckled and licked where he bit down as his hand wrapped around the other breast. Cool air met your nipple as you heard him blow against the sensitive bud. “Ohhh, cauldron spare me.” You murmured as Cassian continued to bite and nip against your skin sinking lower.

He reached your heat and you weren't making coherent noises anymore as he began to kiss the inside of your thighs, “Cassian. Please.” You pleaded with him.

There was a flick of your clit and you cried out, “Address me properly.”

Your lip quivered, “Daddy. Please. I need you.” Raising your hips once more. Cassian lightly blew on your heated core and your chest began to heave, everything heightened with the blindfold.

“Since you asked so nicely, Sweetheart.” And he latched his mouth over you clit and you screamed in pleasure. You yanked against your binds wanting desperately to grip his hair and press him closer to you. Cassian adjusted sliding his tongue in your entrance and bobbed his head. No words came out of your mouth only a series of moans and whimpers. He rubbed his thumb along your swollen clit as his tongue moved relentlessly in you. The fact that you couldn't see what he was doing made it all the more erotic. “You going to cum for me?”

“Yes,” you breathlessly whispered, feeling the tightness winding up in your core.

You could hear the smirk on Cassian's face, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You cried as he pulled his thumb away only to be replaced with his tongue flicking your sensitive bud as he slid to fingers into your folds. He began spreading your lips wide with his fingers in expertly fashion and the tight feeling in your gut exploded as a string of curses left your lips as you climaxed. Cassian withdrew his fingers and began lapping up your release.

Once you came down from your high Cassian then with drew his mouth causing you to whimper and squirmed against your bonds. Cassian pressed his lips onto yours letting you once again taste yourself on his lips. Then it happened:

Snap

Even though you couldn't see it you could feel the gold tether that tied you to the male hovering over you. Tears prickled your eyes as your breathing became labored. “Starlight.” You whimpered. The gold thread exploding with a bright light that you could feel. Cassian, your best friend, the general of the Night Court’s armies, the love of your life, was your mate. Tears spilled through dampening the blindfold.

Cassian immediately released the bonds on your wrist and removed the blindfold, it took you a moment to adjust to the low fae lights. When you come you see Cassian's view his face growing with concern he urged you to sit up and began to rub your wrists. “What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Shit. I'm so sorry.” Cassian’s face was panicked.

Tears began to freefall, you never thought you were worthy of a mate, you barely thought you were worthy of Cassian's love. Your life in the hewn city was bleak at best and filled with nothing but disdain. Never once hearing the words I love you from your parents. Then Cassian found you crumpled on the floor from a pointed attack from your brother and his friends and took you to the city of dreams. Where you two had been attached at the hip and this kind, loving male, was your fated to be yours for you long immortal life. Cassian continued to rub your wrists. “Baby what is it? Tell me what you didn't like so I can make sure we don't do it again.”

You lightly tugged on the bond and he stilled, lifting your arm to his lips so he could give them a tender kiss. “You're my mate.” You whispered.

Cassian nodded and crawled around the bed so he could position himself behind you. Snaking his arms around your waist he pulled you flush against his chest, head placed on top of your own. “Yes. I am.”

“How long have you known?” You leaned your head back against his chest. As he moved his arms to hug me from behind and the bond thrummed at the closeness.

“Since that day I found you in Hewn City. I didn't know how to tell you. It never felt like a perfect time. I know I should have just gotten over it and told you how I was feeling but I was afraid.” Cassian spewed out so quickly you almost couldn't decipher what he was saying. “I didn't think I deserved someone, as sweet and kind, and beautiful as you would want to be shackled to me for the rest of our lives.” Cassian's wings curved around us. “Then you came in here; a female on a mission and you told me you loved me. I couldn't believe my ears. This strong female who is brilliant and warm, who made getting up every morning worth while loved me as much as I loved her.” Cassian sighed, “I should have told you.” He kissed the top of your head, “Can you forgive me?”

You sat in silence at his confession, he believed he wasn't worthy of you. “Are you telling me that we could have spent years together had we actually talked about it instead of skirting around each other?” I laughed and the laughter wouldn't stop, and you could feel Cassian's chest move with his laughter too. “How idiotic we've been.” You wiped the tears from your eyes as you turned to face him.

Cassian tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I guess we have been pretty dumb.” His hand caressed your cheek his thumb stroking the remaining tears. “I do love you.”

Your heart warmed, “I love you too, Cassian.” You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him. “We'll accept the bond tomorrow. Tonight, I want to just be with you.” You leaned into his ear, “I want to be on top of you.”

Cassian lifted your hips, adjusting his legs, “Well if that's what my baby girl wants, it’s what she will get.” You move your legs to properly straddle him and he lowered you down on his shaft. He groaned, as he sunk deep into your door pressing against your cervix. You closed your eyes as your hands roamed up to you chest and squeezed. Calloused hands grasped your own as he pulled them away from your aching breast and placing them on his shoulders. He leaned his head and took your nipple in your mouth tongue swirling the erect bud as he moved his hands back to your hips and began to lift your hips to begin to move.

You opened your eyes to meet his blissed out Hazel ones, as you began to ride his cock. You slid your hand up and ran your fingers through his thick onyx locks. “My handsome mate.” You smiled, he nipped your breast and you moaned, “My caring, attentive mate. I am trying to figure out how the cauldron blessed me with you.” He pulled away from you and gave you that smile once again. “I am so lucky you're mine, Cass.” You pressed your forehead against his and kissed his nose.

Cassian's calloused hand rubbed your back as you continued thrusting, “I think you'll find I'm the lucky one, Mate.” In a quick maneuver, Cassian flipped you onto your back and with him on top. “I cannot wait to fill you up to the brim so everyone knows who you belong to.” He devoured your mouth into his own. Teeth and tongue clashing against one another as he began pumping into you. Your arms found purchase on his shoulders nails digging into his shoulders causing him to hiss. He pulled away long enough to admire your breast bouncing with every thrust he made. He looked like a male entranced, before he gripped your thighs with bruising force and his mouth connected to your neck. He licked and sucked and bit and you knew the general was marking you as his and warmth pooled at your center at the aspect of it.

You were nearing another orgasm and you could tell Cassian was getting close as well his thrusts were becoming sloppy as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, sinking into you deeper and the lewd sound that came out of your mouth at the sensation of him filling you up so fully was loud enough you were sure the entire House of Wind could hear you. “I want you to scream my name, Sweetheart, let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” He rubbed your over sensitive clit and then he pinched it and you almost blacked out as you arched your back and screamed his name. “Good Girl, once more only this time come with me.” He pinched your clit and your vision blackened around the edges as you found release.

“Cassian!” You moaned as Cassian roared shaking the house as he climax, his hot seed coating your walls. He stared down at you as he road out both of your orgasms, and you gave him a grin, “I love you, I'm not sure I'll ever stop telling you that.” Your cheeks heat and you avoid his gaze.

Cassian pulled out of you and you whimpered from the soreness of him stretching you out and him no longer inside you making you feel empty. “Look at me.” Cassian demanded and you obliged, He gripped your hand and kissed your palm, “I will never get tired of hearing you say you love me. I will never stop showing and telling you how much I love you. There will never be a day that you won't know how much I love you.” He moved off the bed and before you could even turn to face him he picked you up. “Let's get you cleaned up, My love.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder as he led you into the bathroom. The house already filled the bath with warm water as he stepped in the tub with you still in his arms. He sat down and placed you down in front of him, the warm water meeting your aching bones and you moaned as the tension weaved out of your body. Cassian tilted your head back as he cupped some water to wet your hair. He began shampooing your hair and massaging your scalp that caused you to lull you into a bliss state eyes beginning to close. Cassian's voice whispered your ear, “Not yet, Love, I need you to stay awake for a bit longer.”

“Okay, Cass.” He began washing your body making massaging away any tension and sore spots. Once you were clean, Cassian cleaned himself and you admired his broad tanned shoulders and his large, healthy wings that were flared out. When he finished washing himself he put his hair up in a bun, his muscles flexing as he does it.

“I can feel you staring,” He turned with a knowing smirk, “Like what you see.”

“I do. If I wasn't so exhausted I would jump your bones.” Cassian came up to you a towel wrapped around his hips as he wrapped a towel around you.

“We will have the rest of our lives to have sex on every portion of this house if that's what you want.” He smiled, “But for now I want to hold you in my arms and sleep.”

Exhaustion was beginning to take its hold on you as you nodded, “Sleep sounds wonderful.” Cassian guided you back to the room and placed handed you your pajamas. “No underwear?”

Cassian smirked and gave your ass a playful smack, “No underwear…for a few weeks, once we accept the bond I'll just rip them off you anyway.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek and you couldn't help your cheeks warming at the simple gesture.

You put on your clothes as he slid his pants over his hips, the material shaping his ass perfectly and arousal spiked from it, “Easy, Princess.” Cassian warned and patted the bed. You slid into one side and him the other he pulled your back flush to his front and his wing cocooned the two of you adding an extra level of protection and warmth. “Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

You smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest the gold thread humming in approval, “Goodnight, General.” The two of you falling a sleep soundly, in each others arms.

The Next Day

You and Cassian finally made your way to the dining hall for breakfast, after Cassian had a feast of his own, you being the main course. You entered the dining hall hand in hand both of you having large grins on your faces, a picture of pure bliss. You looked over to Nesta and Azriel, the former having a knowing smirk on your face as the combined scent of the two of you wafted the room. The latter had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was more unkempt than usual.

You walked over to Azriel, breaking away from you mate to kiss him on the cheek, “Good morning Az.” Cassian growled as your lips met the shadowsinger’s cheek which he corrected as you leveled a glare his way.

“Is it?” He grumbled biting into your toast as you made your way over to Nesta and pecked her cheek as well.

“I mean it definitely is for some of us.” Nesta's silver gaze raked over your mate assessing him, “Right General?”

Cassian leveled her a glare, “If you're going to poke fun, I will make training hell today.”

Nesta smirked, “If your even there at all. I mean maybe you and Y/N should at least let Az know when you accept the bond that way he is able to go to the river house or go on a mission for a few weeks, so he can sleep.”

You sat next to Nesta as Cassian took his seat, the two of you looking over to the spymaster as he looked like he was ready to fall asleep into his eggs. “Did we keep you up, Az?” You ask as a plate filled with food covered appeared in front of you.

“I swear to the gods, if the two of you fuck in the entirety of this house and I have to smell it I will lock you in my dungeons.”

You bat your eyelashes at Az, “Is that a promise, Azzie?”

Cassian quirked a brow at you a silent question to you, and you shrugged your shoulders in response not opposed to the idea of Azriel joining the two of you sometime. “You could always join us, Az.”

Azriel groaned, “Nesta and I are staying in the River house for a few days. Do not fuck each other in every room and stay the hell out of mine,” He shoots Cassian with a pointed stare, “And I expect the things you took out of my room last night, back where you found them.” He turned back to you with a sly smirk, “I hope you got good use out of them.”

You found your breakfast interesting as heat crept over your skin. You received an overwhelming feeling of love down the bond and you looked up and met Cassian's hazel eyes and he gave you a wink as he dived into his breakfast. You sent your love for him down to the bond back. Looking at the table to find your two best friends and your now mate, you sent a silent thank you to the mother for blessing you with a loving family.

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wutheringcaterpillar · 7 months

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A Bump In The Night: Part 2

find part 1 here Summary: With Arthur overhearing the events from last night, knowing he couldn’t go to Tommy about it, he goes to someone else. Meanwhile you return to school where you meet a new student who has close ties with someone in the family.

warnings: jealousy, incest, sister!reader, talks of arranged relationship/marriage, age gap (Reader is 18)

taglist: @calmingmelody96 @sunflower-tia

The following morning the sun rose quaintly on the horizon, peering in through the curtains delicately waking Tommy from his slumber.

There you were, resting, soundly asleep contently in his arms. He hummed and smiled to himself, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before rolling out of bed.

Pol was standing in the kitchen, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised, not even attempting to hide her disapproval. Arthur excused himself, saying he was grabbing the post, though it was already laying out blatantly clear on the table.

“Morning Pol. What did I do to upset you now?” He pulled down a mug from the cabinet, filling the glass with just the hot kettle of tea that was steaming and whistling atop the stove.

“You know damn well what you’ve done!” She spoke with a quiet grit, careful not to wake you before smacking Tommy with the rolled up paper.

She scoffed, her hair flipping on either sides of her head from the anger and outrage she was feeling.

“What in the hell were you thinking! She’s young and I will not let you ruin her life!” He huffed, turning to face his prodding aunt with an annoyed gaze.

He glanced out the window, thinking about how Arthur’s room was right next to his, connecting the dots. His body tensed, lips curling into a sarcastic, devilish smile as he approached Polly, slamming his coffee on the table. Speaking in a threatening, low voice, he pointed his finger degradingly at your aunt, his sapphire eyes boiling with rage.

“What I decide to do with my cock is none of your business or Arthur’s. I’ve always loved her and you know that more than anyone I’d never hurt her Pol, but I solemnly swear if you mention this to her and break her heart in any way, we will have words.” Polly was taken aback by Tommy’s tone but held her ground, not allowing him to influence her decision. Taking his jacket from the coat rack, he opened the door, lighting a cigarette and stopping mid-stride.

“Oh, and Pol? If you bring up this little conversation I will hide the money and withold your cut. May I need not remind you I also know where Mr. Gold lives and there are a lot of people aside from myself that want him dead. With that being said, maybe compromise a little, eh?” Polly’s nose was flaring, she knew her nephew inside and out, Tommy would go to that extent to keep his precious little angel all too himself, so she’d have to combat and end this little romance another way.

Waking up from your deep sleep, the events of last night captured your mind, replaying over and over like a broken record you didn’t want to fix.

Under the sheets forbiddingly with such a crazed lust. His cozy legs intertwined with yours, the incomprehensible, profound desire just before Tommy had taken you as his own. Those baby blue eyes so sincere yet filled with a sense of animalistic hunger. The way his cock stretch your tight hole, his cum filling you to the brim like a water ballon bursting within your heat. He was so caring, so careful, so mesmerizing, your skin was forming goosebumps as you reminisced the previous night.

Yawning and stretching you turned to the side only to realize Tommy wasn’t there but he had left a note.

“Left for a business meeting Pol made you breakfast, please be sure to eat, I’ll be home later in the evening and Ada will take you to your classes. Until tonight my darling.” Next to the note he had two pills set out in case you were in any pain. You took them knowing if they were still sitting there when Tommy came home he’d be upset.

Walking to your room, ensuring the coast was clear, you carried Tommy’s nightshirt into your room, tucking the thin, delicate fabric beneath your pillow before getting dressed for the day.

Pol and Arthur were sat at the kitchen table, both seeming to be in deep thought and conversation, stopping once you entered the room.

They’d never done that before, but you brushed it off. “How’d you sleep dear?”

Polly looked at you with skepticism, wanting to know if you’d tell her the truth or if your allegiance still stood grounded with Tommy.

“I slept alright, and you?” She hummed to herself, motioning for Arthur to leave the room, maybe she’d get it out of you if it was a private conversation or perhaps turning the conversation into a minor detour.

“I was talking with Arthur. Lizzie has a cousin who is looking for a wife. I want you to attend on a date with him.” All of a sudden it seemed you forgot how to swallow, nearly choking on your food from her statement.

Before you could answer Ada walked through the door, saving you the trouble and disregarding your aunt. She claimed she would bring this up later, perhaps at a better time and not to inform Tommy of this conversation.

Being the older sister she was, Ada prodded along the drive to your school, inquiring about what had Pol’s panties in a twist. You didn’t have much to answer for as she chatted along, chattering along with possible conclusions, that she believed herself to be true. None of them involving you, some of Tommy since he was known to get under her skin at times but surely it would blow over.

It was your first day of senior year, classes were all over the place, and new students roaming the halls with their unfamiliar faces. Due to holding the Shelby last name it was awfully difficult for you to make friends without your family members scaring them off, or the “rumors” of what they’ve done to people. Your mind was preoccupied nevertheless with an impending hurricane of emotions, wanting nothing more than to just be in your brother’s bed once more in a way a sister never should.

Taking your seat, the bell chimed along, and for the first time in your schooling history a person sat beside you, willingly.

The hand of another man flexing outward as a greeting. “Hi, my names James. You’re Y/N, aren’t you? My sister brings you up all the time, thinking we’d be a good fit. I suppose we have a date together later this week.” You were taken aback, not expecting the soft shade of brown eyes, and plump lips curling into an exemplary smile that would make any girl’s heart skip a beat. Shaking yourself away from your thoughts, you extended your hand. Why did this feel like a business deal moreso than a greeting?

“Ye-yeah. I’m her.” As the day stumbled on, James had many classes with you, staying seated next to you each and every time. He was kind, polite, charming, but your mind was still flustered from your brother, and you knew what he’d think about this, surely scaring him away as he did the rest. He was quite attractive but the only man you had interest in, that should be off limits was outside waiting for you with the car.

Your eyes beamed in the sunlight like a school girl in love, and Tommy attempted to hold back his smile. He had a reputation to maintain after all, but that smile quickly faded when your papers fell from your bag, and another man began to assist you in cleaning up the mess. “Oh, oh you don’t have to do that James I-“

“No, no it’s quite alright, wouldn’t want you to lose your homework. I’ve heard how your family is.” Well what was that supposed to be mean? How would he know anything about your family? Probably Lizzie since she likes to eavesdrop and act like she’s a Shelby. You had always held a profound jealousy for her whenever Tommy gave her attention even though it was to distract his heart from what he really wanted, but it still hurt you.

Glancing at your brother, his shoulders were stiff, hands folded in front of him as he examined the scene displayed before him, analyzing who this mysterious boy was. But maybe he needed to know how you felt numerous times. The jealousy, the anger, the need to posess.

A strong breeze blew through the atmosphere, but James had caught your last paper just in time. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” His eyes scanned yours before in a bold move, he brushed a wild strand of hair behind your ear, his hand running down your cheek as he took in your beauty on the school steps.

“You have a natural, beautiful glow did you know that?” Your lips pressed together in a fine line as you held back from blushing right then and there. But before you could respond, Tommy was right beside you in an instant, pulling James up from the ground by his coat.

“She’s off limits. If I see or hear about you again, I promise- James is it?” He nodded terrified, not being able to look anywhere else but the cold, invading abyss of Tommy’s stare.

“I promise you, the outcome won’t be very graceful, surely you’ve heard of me, eh?” The boy was shaking in his clothes, as you stood near rolling your eyes from Tommy’s jealousy problems. Though a small part of you couldn’t help but feel an immense light of the flame between your thighs.

Dropping him to the ground, Tommy held his hand out for you, as he always did like the gentleman he was, also because he enjoyed the feeling of your hands cusped together, the warmth, and closeness.

You didn’t dare turn around to check on James, knowing what the consequences would be. Assisting you into the car, Tommy didn’t hesitate to prod.

“New friend of yours? You know how we feel about strangers. They like to put their noses in places they shouldn’t be.” His crystal eyes scanned your body sitting all too innocently in the passenger seat, and how your skirt was much too short, nearly showing your most treasured area.

When you hadn’t responded he glanced over once more, noticing a singular tear running down your cheek shamelessly.

“Darling, are you alright? I didn’t mean to-“

“Auntie Pol wants me to marry him and set up a date for an evening this week!” Ah, so this is the riddled path she chose to go down. Calming his demeanor from the previous sight at the school, Tommy gazed out the windshield, jaw tightening as he placed the diminishing fire lit on his cigarette into the ashtray.

“Don’t worry love. Let me handle this, If Pol wants to play with fire, she must forget she is playing with the ring leader.”

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thoseboysinblue · 3 months

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Last Call

Christian Pulisic x Reader

You celebrate Christian's last night in London with him.

Warnings: Cursing, smut (under 18 dni)

"Congratulazioni!" you raise your glass towards Christian as your group of friends celebrates his impending move to Italy. It's his last night in London before he goes to Milan for his official signing with his new team.

"Grazie," he grins as he taps his beer against your glass.

You glance around, thankful to be able to spend one last night with Ben, Mason, and Christian and a few others before it feels like everyone is going their separate ways.

"It's the end of an era," Ben smiles as he drapes his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a hug knowing you are by far the most emotional about your little group splitting up for the foreseeable future.

"Stop it, you're gonna make me cry," you shove him playfully.

"No tears tonight, sweetheart," Mason grins as he offers you his hand and pulls you up to dance with him.

"You could just tell him you know," he rolls his eyes as he spins you around.

"Tell, who what?" you knit your eyebrows together.

"Tell him," he nods towards Christian, "that you fancy him," he chuckles.

"What?" you shake your head, "why would I do that?"

"You really want to pretend that you two don't flirt relentlessly with each other?" he smirks.

"We don't," you stammer, "I'm actually incapable of flirting," you chuckle.

"Right," he smiles.

"Seriously, Mase, if I seem like I'm flirting I'm not, if I'm trying to flirt, it's a complete awkward disaster," you scoff.

"Well, I'll tell you a secret, only because he's leaving, but, if you wanted to flirt with him, he's not opposed," he winks.

Hearing that causes your cheeks to flush as you shake your head trying to clear your thoughts.

"Game face on," he leans down and says lowly in your ear, "he's coming over."

"Can I cut in?" Christian asks as he and Mason share a fist bump before he takes your hands and guide them around the back of his neck.

"There's my favorite London girl," he grins at you.

"Favorite London girl, huh? You have a favorite girl in every city or something?" you grin.

"Not at all," he turns you around so that your back is pressed against his chest and his fingers are gripping slightly at your hips.

He takes a minute to savor the way you feel against him before dipping his head to run his nose along your neck, inhaling the slightly sweet and floral scent of your perfume before barely grazing a kiss behind your ear.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps as your eyes flutter closed at his movements.

"You gonna send me to Italy without reminding what those lips feel like on mine?" he speaks directly into your ear causing heat to flare at your core.

It's not a big secret that you and Christian have found yourselves sharing a slightly tipsy make out session on more than one occasion, but that's as far as it's ever gone between the two of you. However, the way he's gripping at your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him makes you think that maybe he wishes that was different.

"Italy's not that far, Christian," you smirk, "and I'm sure you'll have plenty of new favorites lining up for you when you get there, you won't even miss me."

"Of course I will," he scoffs, "miss you, I mean, but we don't have to miss each other, y/n, like you said, Italy's not that far," he shoots you a devilish grin that you're sure could get you into trouble.

"LAST CALL" you hear blare out over the loud speakers announcing that the club you're in will be closing soon, interrupting your conversation with Christian.

"Last call, y/n" he mumbles, his lips only inches from yours.

"We better go," you take a step back from him and swallow harshly, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Yeah, we better go," he says somewhat defeated.

You settle your tab and make your way to the exit saying good night to everyone.

Mason pulls you into a hug and whispers "just do it, y/n" before giving you a brief smile.

"Come see me?" Christian says as he pulls you into him and you bury your head against his chest knowing this could be the last time you see him for a while.

You nod looking up at him, a mixture of hope and desperation in his eyes.

"You're going to do so well there, I just know it," you whisper before placing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"See ya around, Chris," you force a smile as you blink back tears and slide into your waiting Uber.

As you pull away you watch Christian watching your car before hopping into his own Uber.

You're not sure if it's the way he was looking at you as you left or the slight confidence boost from the small amount of alcohol you've consumed, but you pull out your phone and send a single text, a pin location for the address for the small townhouse you rent just outside of the city.

You can see that he's read your text, but there's no reply so you drop your phone back into your bag and lean your head back against the seat and let a couple of tears finally fall from your eyes.

Your car drops you off at your house and as you are unlocking the door you hear another car pulling into the driveway. You turn to see Christian climbing out of the backseat and making his way up the small path towards you.

"Hey" he grins as he trails his eyes up and down your body, fully appreciating you.

"Hi," you smile as your stomach somersaults.

He follows you inside watching as you kneel down to unbuckle the straps on your heels as kicks his own shoes off. He offers you his hand as you stand back up, sighing as your feet relax against the cool tiles.

"Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? A snack or anything?" you ask quietly as he trails behind you on your way to the kitchen.

"Water would be good," he smirks.

You hand him a bottle of water from the fridge, pulling one out for yourself as well as he leans against the counter opposite from you.

You watch each other take a long drink before he reaches over and swipes his thumb below your bottom lip capturing the small amount of water that spilled.

"I'm guessing you didn't just invite me over for refreshments," he smiles as he skims his hand over your neck tilting your head back and tracing his thumb along the lower side of your jaw before licking his lips and running his nose along the column of your neck.

"No" you sigh, a breathy moan escaping as he kisses down your neck following the same path his nose had just taken.

"Then why did you invite me, y/n" he grins against you before tipping your chin forward again to force you to look him in the eyes.

Your cheeks flush, now a bit embarrassed to admit why you invited him over.

"I think you know why, Christian," you blink a couple of times and bite your lower lip softly.

"I do, but I want to hear you say it," he breathes out, his mind fuzzy at the sight of you standing in front of him too shy to admit what you want.

"I want," you start but stop to think of exactly what you want to say, suddenly intimidated by the man standing in front of you.

He nods, encouraging you to finish your sentence.

"I want you to go to Italy with the taste of me on your lips," you lean forward and whisper into his ear, as if confessing your innermost secret, and perhaps in a way you are.

"That's my girl," he chuckles before leaning down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss.

His hands roam over your body hungrily as you grip your fingers into his hair and moan into his mouth when his tongue tangles with yours.

"You're sure about this," he says quietly as his kisses over your bare shoulder.

"Yes" you breathe out as his hands slide around to find the zipper at the back of your dress.

"Good" he smirks as he lowers the zipper and peels your tight strapless dress down your body.

"Jesus," he bites his lip as he looks at you in a black strapless bra and matching lace thong before crashing his lips to yours again.

"Where's your room?" he mumbles as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his lean torso.

"Up the stairs, end of the hallway," you sigh before attacking his neck with kisses as he carries you to your room.

He settles you on your feet and nudges you towards the bed. He leans down and kisses you again, much slower and gentler until you your gripping at his biceps silently begging for more.

He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it across the room with a chuckle before pushing you down onto the bed and following you as you inch your way towards your pillows.

"God you're perfect," he groans as his eyes trail over your body and his thumbs graze over your nipples.

You gasp when he dips his head to pull one of them into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers before kissing his way down your body.

He bites at the lace on your underwear, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as he runs his fingers over your core feeling the damp spot that's already there.

"Christian you don't have to," you sigh quietly.

"Oh but I do, baby, you wanted me to taste you remember?" he grins up at you from between your thighs.

"And honestly, I've wanted to do this for so damn long, I wouldn't dream of getting here and not getting a taste," he winks.

He slides your underwear down your legs, tossing them to the side.

"But if I'm only going to get one shot at this, you've got to tell me what you like, you can't go all shy and quiet on me, y/n, can you do that for me?" his eyes burn into yours, the warmth of this breath fanning across you causing you to squirm.

You nod silently before sitting up and nudging his shoulders so that he sits back on his knees.

"You have on too many clothes," you mumble against his lips before tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He smirks against your lips before pulling his shirt over his head, "Better?" he grins at you.

"Much", you smile against him as you kiss over his chest and work to unbutton the jeans he's wearing, grazing your fingers over his hardened bulge as he pushes his jeans down his hips.

"These too," you mutter as you toy with the waistband of his boxers.

Your heart flutters at the quiet chuckle that escapes his lips before he pushes his boxers down and tosses them onto the floor as well.

Your hand instinctively reaches for his hardened cock. You watch as his head tips back and a low groan rumbles from within his chest when you wrap your fingers around him.

"I can't wait to feel you inside of me," you whisper before kissing him deeply as you continue working with your hand.

He wraps his hand over yours, stopping your movement and pressing his thumb over his tip, "not yet," he moans, "I want to do something else first."

He gently nudges you, encouraging you to lay back down as he settles between your legs again and wraps his arms around your thighs holding you open.

He keeps eye contact with you while he drops a pool of spit down onto your pussy before lowering his gaze to watch as it runs to your entrance.

"So perfect," he mutters before dipping his tongue into your entrance.

You moan as he teases your folds apart with long languid strokes and your head falls back against the pillows.

He hums at the taste of you sending a vibration up your spine, "I could do this all night," he groans as you tangle your fingers into his hair.

You gasp when he flicks his tongue over your clit before sucking it lightly.

"Yes, that, I like that," you breathe out remembering he wanted you to tell him what you like.

"What about this?" he asks quietly as he slips two fingers into you and curls them against your gspot.

"Oh my god," you moan.

"Point taken," he chuckles as he feels you clench around him.

"You're gonna feel so good squeezing my cock like this," he moans against you as he continues bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please keep going, just like that, Chris," you pant feeling your high building incredibly fast.

"I got you, baby," he whispers as he presses down on your stomach with his forearm to keep you still.

"Fuck, I'm gonna," you moan as your orgasm washes over you, Christian moving to hold your legs open so that he can continue working you through it.

Once he's satisfied that you're coming down from your high, he uses his tongue to clean you up before placing a delicate kiss over your pubic bone.

He works his way up your body, kissing you softly before you push on his shoulders and turn him onto his back.

"It's only fair that I get a taste, too," you smirk as you kiss down his abs and over the smattering of hair just below his navel.

"You have a medical eval tomorrow?" you glance up to him.

"Yeah, why?" he chuckles.

"I'll try not to mark you up too bad," you wink.

"You can do whatever you want," he grins watching as you suck until you've formed a bruise just above his pubic bone, smiling down at your handiwork.

"Shit," he whispers as you wrap your hand around him again.

"Same rules, if I only get one shot, you have to tell me what you like," you wink at him before dropping spit onto him and working it over his hardened length with your hand.

"You can do that can't you, baby?" you ask him with a smirk as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

"Yes" he whimpers when you take more of him into your mouth, sucking lightly as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft feeling him twitch in your mouth.

"Nope," he pulls you off of him quickly, startling you.

"Oh, um, am I not good at that? Did I do something you don't like?" you knit your eyebrows together in confusion.

"God no," he chuckles, "the opposite actually, I was gonna cum in like thirty seconds if I let you keep going," he tucks your hair behind your ear running his fingers along your jaw delicately.

"Oh," you giggle noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.

"I need to make sure I can last long enough to know what it feels like when you cum around more than just my fingers," he says quietly as you move to straddle him.

"You wanna ride me, y/n?" he asks raising his eyebrows seemingly shocked.

You nod shyly, "unless you'd prefer something else."

"Nah, I'd never turn down a show," he grins, bringing his hands up to flank your hips, drawing soft circles over them.

You lean down and kiss him, tangling your tongue with his as he moans into your mouth.

"You don't know how bad I've wanted this," he mumbles against your lips.

"Really," you ask him, puzzled.

"Really," he says firmly.

"I've wanted it too, for so long," you smile as you line him up with your entrance and sink down on him.

Your back arches as you take him fully, thoroughly enjoying the slightly painful stretch.

"Fuck," he moans as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.

"Goddammit, you're unreal" he groans when you clench around him.

"Please, baby," he whimpers as he lifts his hips begging you to move.

You steady your hands on his chest, rolling your hips a few times before beginning to bounce over him as he grips his fingertips into you.

He thrusts up into you, meeting your movements as you both settle into a rhythm you're enjoying.

He moves one hand to toy with your nipples still guiding your movements with the other.

"So good, y/n," he breathes out, groaning when you clench at his praise.

He trails his hand up to your chest, flattening his palm against you as you continue riding him.

He watches as you bring your fingers to his mouth before he draws them in and coats them with his saliva and you slide them down your body to your clit.

He slides his hand just a bit closer to your neck and bites his lip hoping you will pick up on his insinuation.

You nod and smirk when he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes just slightly.

"Oh fuck," you moan quietly before he tightens his hand a bit more and your head falls back.

"You close?" he asks, using the pressure of his hand to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.

You nod, feeling yourself teetering on the edge.

"Cum for me, y/n, let me have it," he groans as he watches your tits bouncing perfectly.

With that your orgasm rips through you as you shudder and clench around him collapsing onto his chest.

He gives you a moment to stop spasming around him before he quickly flips you over without even pulling out of you.

He thrusts harshly into you a few times chasing his own high until his hips begin to falter and he spills into with a moan of your name.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, working to catch his breath while you run your fingers along his back.

He pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed beside you turning you to face him before you bury your head against his chest and he wraps his arms around you.

You place a few soft kisses over his chest and neck until both of you have steadied your breathing.

"I'm kinda pissed we waited until tonight to do that," he whispers as you nod.

"I'm gonna go clean up," you tilt your face up to his and kiss him gently.

When you emerge from the bathroom you find him pulling his jeans up his hips.

You stop in the doorway and blink a few times in confusion that he's leaving so quickly.

He looks up and can tell by the look on your face that you're disappointed.

He takes a few strides closing the gap between you and tilting your face up to look him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I've got an early flight so I've got to go," he says with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"It's ok, I understand," you look down at your feet.

"I don't think you do," he says tilting your chin up again and kissing you.

"I'd love to stay," he whispers, "you're sending me to Italy with much more than the taste of you on my lips, y/n."

You blink back a few tears.

"You're sending me with every sigh, every whimper, every moan of my name burned into my memory," he grins as he kisses along your jaw.

"I'm not going to miss much about London, but I'll definitely miss you. Promise you'll come see me once I get settled, let me take you dinner, maybe an encore performance?" he raises his eyebrows.

A giggle escapes your lips at his words.

"There she is," he grins when you nod.

"I'm gonna miss you, too," you sigh, finally allowing a couple of tears to fall.

He wipes them away gently and kisses you again.

"I won't be that far away, we can still see each other and won't have to miss each other," he smiles.

"Let's just say, see you soon, ok?" he kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his waist.

"See you soon, Christian," you sigh as he pulls you closer to him.

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oneforthemunny · 4 months

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A nsfw game, so fun!! My roll is 4,F,$ (for you to write) 😌 😈

ahh the first one!!! for you, your roll is: mafia!eddie, standing up, paddle.

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, daddy kink.

"Keep your hands on your head," Eddie's voice was firm, commanding with little to no room for argument, a stark contrast to his usual cooing soft tone he used with you.

"You move those hands and I start over, do you hear me?" You squirmed at the authority in his voice, tensing your arms that were already beginning to tire. You could hear Eddie behind you, rummaging through his 'play' closet, where he kept all your favorite toys- and some of your least favorite ones too.

"Hey," Eddie barked, you stiffened, spine straightening. You turned, just barely, hands still planted firmly on your head, looking at him over your elbow.

Eddie lifted a brow. "I said, do you hear me?"

Your heart jumped at the growl, heat spilling to your core, shifting from foot to foot, thighs squeezing, desperate to dull the throbbing between your legs. "Yes," You squeaked.

Eddie lifted a brow, a ringed hand wrapped around the leather paddle. You nearly whined at the sight of it. "What's gotten into you?" Eddie's tone dropped, eyes scanning your features carefully. "Why're you actin' bad?"

You knew he was looking for a sign, anything telling in your expression that he had miscalculated. That you were actually mad at him or upset, that you didn't want to play. He didn't find that, of course, because you did want to play. He was doing exactly what you wanted him to. He had since the luncheon with Rick, when you'd boldly tried to slip your hand into his pants over and over until he grabbed your hand, growling a warning in your ear that left you throbbing.

"I'm not acting bad," You huffed, giving him an eye roll that sealed the deal- you were wanting to play, desperate for it. "I just wanted to show you some love, Eddie."

"Yeah? And you know better than to do it like that." Eddie grit his teeth, twisting the paddle in his hands. "And you know better than to address me like that. You don't call me that in here."

You pressed your lips together, swallowing back a moan. Your knees wobbled, thighs pressing tighter and tighter. Eddie lifted a brow, nostrils flaring at your defiance.

He took a step back, a ringed hand holding your left wrist to keep you in place. You attempted to squirm, before you even had the chance, the paddle was swinging back, falling on your bare ass with a snapping fury.

You squealed, hands lifting off your head in surprise, reactively going to cover your backside, but Eddie caught them before you could. His large hand held yours wrists in place, bringing the paddle down again.

"What. Do. You. Call. Me?" He sneered, alternating between cheeks, punctuating each word with a solid spank of the leather paddle.

Your skin was already beginning to throb, itchy with uncomfortable searing pain that seemed to only go straight to your aching core. "Daddy!" You cried out, teeth clenching to try and keep your tears from falling. "I'm sorry, Daddy!"

"Hmm," Eddie exhaled slowly, grip loosening on your wrists. "That's what I thought." His hand ghosted over your hot flesh, squeezing your right cheek just to hear you whine.

"Get those hands back in place and keep them up there." Eddie commanded, stepping back with the paddle. "Move 'em again, and I'm serious, Kitten, I'll start over."

Your body trembled, goosebumps blossoming down your spine, threading your fingers together and placing them at the top of your head. Eddie tapped the paddle on your ass, a warning, before he landed a solid swat in the center.

He kept his rhythm up, building and alternating from one cheek to the other, while you danced from foot to foot. The fat of your ass jiggling with every jump, making his own mouth fill with spit.

"Now," Eddie set the paddle down on the large mahogany desk, slowly stepping over to you. Your body shook with soft sobs, sniffling wetly with your hands still on your head.

"You learned your lesson?" Eddie's hand rubbed over your ignited skin, a soothing rub of his calloused palms.

"Y-Yes, Daddy." You hiccuped, eyes shining when they met his. He had to swallow down his urge to push you up against the wall right there and fuck you.

"I think you have too." Eddie muttered, nose rubbing over your wet cheek. His hand slid from your ass to your waist, pulling you close to him so your back was flush with his chest.

"Are you ready to be good?" Eddie rasped, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered, his lips leaving wet smooches on your raised arms. "Ready to make it up to Daddy?"

You nodded, a whimper strangled in your throat. "Yes, Daddy." You sniffled, wet lashes batting towards him. "I'll be good."

Eddie smiled, teeth grazing over your ear playfully before he spun you around. He guided your hands off your head, squeezing your upper arms affectionately. "Good," His nose was nearly brushing yours, curly bangs tickling your forehead.

His hands went to his pants between the two of you, undoing them and shoving them to the ground. You looked, tongue running over your bottom lip at the sight of his cock, already leaking for you.

Eddie's hand caught your chin, lifting your eyes back to his gently. He held your gaze for a moment, scanning over your features before his lips twitched in a wicked grin. "Why don't you show me how sorry you are, hm?"

Your knees tightened, nodding enthusiastically, kneeling on the carpet before him, pumping his length. Eddie watched, your eyes never leaving his as you waited for his nod. When he gave it to you, your tongue licked a stripe over his leaking tip. Eddie groaned, head tipping back as you swallowed him, letting you show him how sorry you were.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Safe and Sound

Pairing: Dark Robb Stark x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your husband is a rather protective man.

WARNINGS: Toxic Marriage.

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“You’re not going.”

“What?” you laugh, turning around to look at Robb, only to discover his face devoid of any humor.

Your maids immediately halt, bowing before their King.

“You may all go now. The Queen isn’t leaving the castle.” You glare at him as he dismisses the servants with a wave of his hand.

He approaches you, his big hand reaching for your elbow as he firmly pulls you towards your chambers. You glare at him, incredulous, as you remove your arm from his hold with an aggressive tug.

“I can’t believe in this. Are you forbidding me from leaving Winterfell?”

Robb’s jaw tightens at your tone, but you don’t back down.

“Are you?” you insist.

“I’m your husband and the King. I have every right to make decisions when it comes to your safety.”

You scoff, crossing your arms.

“Does that mean you’ll keep me as a prisoner? As if I’m a criminal, not the Queen.”

Robb sighs heavily, rubbing his hand over his face.

“If I have to, then yes, I will.” he replies, determination splashed over his face. He takes a step closer, his face so close that you can see the irises of his eyes, the way your upset face is reflected in his blue eyes.

“If it means keeping you alive, then I will. If it means keeping you away from all the dangers that exists outside, then I will.”

His voice deepens as he speaks. Goosebumps flaring up in your arms upon hearing those words.

This isn’t the Robb you married to. No, this is King Robb. Not your husband.

“There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do if it means keeping you safe.”

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sleepinthrumyalarms · 2 years

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— DEVILISH

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, edging, dacryphilia, slight degradation, wednesday is a sadist (as always), all characters are aged-up

summary: you make a grave mistake of teasing wednesday — paying the price is much more painfully pleasant than you think

word count: 1.4k

“Did you really think you’d get away with this?”

You look up to meet her gaze — Wednesday is still dressed in her uniform, but her blazer has been discarded, and the sleeves of her blouse are unbuttoned, the fabric hanging loose around her arms.

She seems calm, collected. Not a hair out of place. But you know better.

Her eyes are fixed on yours, and, despite the whooping difference in height, you feel like she’s looking down at you. The dark pools under her thick lashes are filled with something dangerous.

You squint — and you genuinely have no idea what she’s talking about at first.

“What?”

Her nostrils flare just a tiny barely noticeable bit — a subtle sign of annoyance you’re very much familiar with, and you’re pretty sure things will turn dire if you don’t deescalate the situation.

But you don’t get a chance to. Wednesday is in front of you before you can utter a single word in your defense.

“It’s endearing how you think you can play dumb, (Y/n).”

Her hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the flesh, and she takes a single step around you before tugging you down on the bed with her, and you squeal as you lose your footing and land on the mattress, back pressed into her front.

“You thought you were being sly, didn’t you? Brushing against me in class,” the girl huffs into your neck angrily, and her breath against your skin makes goosebumps raise up your arms, “Whispering those taunting things to me… Then dismissing me to divert all your attention to someone else instead.”

Oh… that. Yeah. That was exactly what you were doing, and the consequences are seemingly catching up to you now. You knew it was a dangerous game to play, too — Wednesday has made it clear who every inch of you belongs to, and she was never hesitant to prove it. To everyone. To you especially.

You can barely wait.

It’s a rather rare sight — Wednesday’s legs clad in smooth dress pants rather than her usual skirt, but you would lie if you said it wasn’t very much welcome as she presses her knees into your thighs to spread them, letting you rest against her, caging almost. You feel the soft fabric with your naked skin, and the contrast has you weak.

The ravenette sighs softly — it sounds like she’s melting from inside, and she wraps her arms a little more firmly around your waist. She leans back onto the pillows, and her hands don’t waste any more time to roam your body.

Your (f/c) mélange shirt bunches up at your waist — you were planning on sleeping in it, not having its hem raised by a certain furious ravenette. Her palm is cold against your warm stomach, and you shudder as she trails her hand lower, fingertips drumming and caressing your skin the way she would play her cello, teasing and calculated.

Her hand moves down to your inner thigh, pressing gently but with more force than before.

You whine — the fact that you’re still in your panties a frustration beyond any means of dignity.

“Take them off already,” you say with a small huff.

Black nails scratch at the soft skin of your thigh the second the words escape your lips.

“I don’t know what you think I owe you,” her voice is as firm as her hand, and she brushes her fingers upwards before coming down a little more softly, “But I assure you — I owe you nothing.”

She keeps caressing the inside of your thigh, slow but with purpose.

“Especially since you’ve been so very, very bad. So I will stay like this, and you can get as frustrated as you like.”

Your brows knit when her fingers trace the outline of your panties — you twitch under her touch. She’s barely there, but it’s enough for you to whine again. You’re warm under her cold fingertips.

“Fuck, Wednesday…”

Her digits slip under the fabric, and she moves your panties slightly to the side so she can press into where you need her the most — her fingers make contact with your pussy, and she breathes at how wet you are.

“Oh, would you look at that… Povera cara mia is drenched.”

Her hand moves in a small, tight circle, and your hips buckle to meet her.

She stops.

Her mouth is against your earlobe — she is breathing deeply when she speaks.

“No. You’re not getting anything until I hear you beg for it,” the ravenette’s pace is unchanging, slow and capable of driving you mad as her fingers circle your puffy folds, “I know you want it. And I’m not giving you anything until I see tears in those pretty eyes of yours.”

Fighting is no use anymore. Her thumb brushes your clit ever so slightly as if to encourage you, and you twitch.

“I have nothing against having you like this all night,” she says, “But I think you’ll regret it.”

You whine, arching your back into her body — the prospect of being teased like this not pleasurable at all.

“Wednesday, please…” you gasp out hotly, your gaze unfixed, “Please, please… It’s fucking unbearable.”

You feel her chuckle against your ear.

“This is unbearable? I can do so much more,” her voice is low, amused, and you think she might just act on her threat with how tight she grips your thigh with her free hand, “But you’ve listened, finally. I thought that empty head of yours would never be capable of learning to behave.

Her fingers speed up, but the change is barely noticeable. She doesn’t press too hard, too tight to actually let you feel her, and then two of her fingers sink in, making a moan tumble out of your mouth at the suddenness of the movement.

“Nevertheless, you have a long way to go. And we’re going to continue until you cry.”

Your stomach flips at her words, but you don’t get to mull them over. She pulls her digits out before she sinks them right back in, and this time the sound you let out is of pure pleasure.

Your mouth hangs open with the way you breathe so hard as Wednesday finds her perfect rhythm, hard but so, so damn slow, her slim but precise fingers filling you up completely.

The digits are cold as you smoothly take them in with soft wet sounds of your walls wrapping around her, and when you try to move your hips, try to take Wednesday deeper, she lifts her free palm from the supple flesh of your thigh to wrap it around your throat.

It’s not enough to choke, but it’s there. Cold, stern — a warning.

“You’re not allowed to cum from this. Only tears.”

Her hand slides down your body and slips under your shirt, up your ribs and finds leisure at one of your breasts, kneading firmly, pinching a nipple between her fingers. You watch her fuck you through half-lidded eyes, a coil tugging at your stomach, but she knows you so well — the pleasure she is giving is barely enough to sate.

“You’d better start crying soon. I’m almost done being merciful with you.”

You look up at Wednesday, rest your head back against her shoulder which she kindly allows, and there are wet drops forming on your lids from the painful pleasure, but they are yet to spill.

“Wednesday…”

She meets your gaze. A devilish spark in her dark eyes betrays how much she enjoys seeing you like this.

Her voice leaves no room for arguments. Wednesday slows her pace, the deprivation almost painful.

“Cry for me.”

Your chest heaves slightly, as if the air is being sucked out of your lungs, and warm tears finally start to slide down your cheeks.

“There we go,” she breathes, “Such a good girl.”

The ravenette presses her lips to your neck affectionately, feels your rushing pulse on your jugular, almost loosing herself in the moment.

“‘Nes, p-please…”

“I know, I know…” she coos at you gently, “My good girl, you did so well.”

Her thrusts speed up finally, and you wail when her fingers curl in a way that she knows makes you go delusional, the wet squelches of your cunt tightening around her mixing with your blabbering gasps.

“Come on now. Cry some more for me. We’ve got a whole night ahead of us.”

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moonhoures · 1 year

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Merciless

🕷️ kinktober — day 5: bondage 🕸️

pairing: hyunjin (stray kids) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, the tiniest amount of fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, bdsm dynamic, bondage (rope & mouth gag), pet names: ‘honey’, ‘good boy’, ‘baby’, ‘pretty boy’, ‘my love’ (all for hyunjin), oral (m receiving), brief handjob, mentions of spit/drool (lots of it), ball fondling, mild edging, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.7k

synopsis: your boyfriend looks the prettiest when he’s tied down

a/n: this is v short and a teeny bit 🤏🏻 out of my comfort zone since i’m not used to writing bdsm-themed stuff, but i hope it’s still enjoyable for you guys 🫶🏻

posted: october 5, 2023

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It’s unfair. A downright act of injustice for him to look as beautiful as he does in this moment. Long, raven-colored hair perfectly tousled, strands delicately fallen over his forehead and in front of his eyes, some of the ends catching on his eyelashes. His sculpted face tinted was with natural blush and his glimmering eyes shined in the dim light from your lamp in the corner of the room. His body looked like a statue chiseled from the finest piece of rock by the most-talented of sculptors. Though, you had the bigger hand in his posing tonight.

Hyunjin sat naked in the black iron-framed chair before you, his arms expertly tied down to each arm of the chair with a rope made of safe (but intriguing) material. The cords wrapped around his muscles and wrists, holding him down, but you left just enough room to keep his circulation intact. The same cords were coiled around his upper body, intertwining up and over his chest and shoulders, anchoring him to the seat. Even his calves were tied to the legs of the chair, giving him no way of escaping on his own. He was completely and utterly at your mercy, whenever you decided to give it to him, but it wouldn’t be any time soon.

His chest was flushed, light red marks appearing over the skin from his previous orgasm and the chafing of the rope. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn’t unendurable. He breathed heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring with every intake and outtake of oxygen. His eyes were fluttering closed. His orgasm had only just started to subside, but you were already wanting to give him another.

His eyelids shot back open when he felt your fingertips graze his knee. The hairs on his leg stood up and goosebumps prickled from the skin of his thighs. His eyes had a hint of nervousness in them when they met your own.

“What? Too soon?” you patronized him, an eerie smile creeping in from the corner of your lips. You found his deer-in-headlights expression very cute, “Oh, come on, honey, I know you’ve got another one in you. Don’t you?”

He didn’t bother attempting to respond. It was futile. With the gag in his mouth, even the loudest of words he could muster wouldn’t be comprehensible. The best he could do was shake his head, but that was no good. You had already decided his fate for him.

“Hm, I thought so.”

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him. There was a sparkle to your eyes as you watched him watch you. His fringe swayed in front of his dark, lust-clouded eyes, making him look like a model. His beauty was astonishing. You would never tire of looking at him, you thought. And he only got prettier when he was like this, tied up just for you. It wasn’t fair. It was selfish of you to keep his beauty all to yourself, but that’s what made having him like this so special. You knew you were the only one to ever behold such a sight.

“Don’t give me those eyes,” your voice sounded like honey when you spoke. Your fingernails traced aimless lines up and down his exposed thighs, leaving pale marks in their wake. They came to a stop right at his pelvis, briefly leaving his skin before you took his half-flaccid dick in your grasp. You looked up at him again, seeing anticipation in his eyes now, “You know you want it.”

I do, he thought to himself.

“You want my mouth. My tongue. You want me to choke on your cock, don’t you?”

Yes.

“You want to stuff my mouth full until I gag?”

God, Yes!

“You want to cum down my throat?”

Fuck, just do it already.

“Huh, Hyunjin? Answer me, honey.”

Despite the humiliation he felt, he tried his best to do what you asked. But his reply came out in muffled nonsense. The spit from his attempt seeped into the fabric you used to gag him, and created a wet spot on the corners of his mouth.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

His heart beat quickened as he watched you lean forward and press fluttering kisses along his thighs. They trailed upwards, until you were at the base of his cock. He was still a little soft, but nothing you couldn’t deal with. You kissed him all over, up to his tip. Your lips puckered, peppering small smooches against his slit. You let spit bubble up and drip down his shaft—lots of it.

Hyunjin loved messy blowjobs.

He didn’t tell you that, but you could just tell. There was a glint of excitement that settled in his gaze as his eyes trained on your every move. His breathing pattern picked up in pace, and his fingers twitched, having nothing to grab onto.

“You’ll be good for me, right? You’ll let me suck your cock, and you won’t cum until I tell you to.”

He nodded furiously, pathetic little ‘mhm’s being eaten up by the fabric between his lips. You smiled, eyes returning to his hardening shaft in your hand. You opened your mouth and sucked in his tip, loving the way he filled your mouth as you went further down. When you got as far as you could go, you hummed, and a small whimper sounded from Hyunjin’s throat.

You pulled your mouth almost completely off, then took him in again, and repeated that a few times, slowly. His erection leaned a little to the left naturally, so your right cheek bubbled with the tip of his cock pressing into it. The sight made his head spin.

Soft gagging noises filled the room as you took him in deeply again, his tip touching the back of your throat. It was uncomfortable for you, and it was getting harder to breathe, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about having him on the brink of a raging orgasm. So you added your hands to the mix, using one of them to massage his balls. He let out a whine, like a sad puppy, and his eyes closed for just a moment before opening to watch you again. He couldn’t help it; he needed to watch you torment him.

You made eye contact with him while you sucked him off and fondled him. You made sure to let your drool pool up at the corners of your mouth and drip down his cock. Once you had enough of his balls, you started to pump the bottom of his length, using your drool as lube. His arms and legs were flexing with unbridled energy; he was itching to get out of his restraints. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to caress your face. He wanted to feel your spit all over his hands as he pumped his cum into your mouth. He wanted to hold your head down his cock until your nose brushed his pubes. He needed it. But he couldn’t have it, and it was killing him.

“You’re doing so well, Jinnie. Just a little longer.”

The tears were brimming in his eyes now, creating sparkles in the corners. You felt your heart become mush at the sight. Despite your act right now, you had the biggest soft spot for your boyfriend. Because at the end of the day, that’s all this was: an act. As soon as he decided he had as much as he could take. As soon as the safeword left his mouth. You would praise him and give him the most comforting hug you could manage to give him. You would rub his skin where the ropes held him after you took them off, and he would thank you for treating him so well. You both would get the sexual gratification you wanted, and you would both be happy.

“Where do you want to cum, baby? My mouth? My face?”

His eyes widened and his brows upturned at the first option, so you repeated it. He nodded his head vigorously.

“Okay, pretty boy,” you held his eye contact like you had him under hypnosis. He wasn’t even watching your ministrations anymore, his eyes solely existed to look into yours in that moment. He wondered what he looked like in his current state. You always told him he looked beautiful, but he wanted to see it for himself. He needed to remember to ask you next time to bring a mirror.

“Cum.”

Hyunjin’s eyelid twitched and the flood gates sprung open. Just like that, at the uttering of the word, ropes of his seed jetted onto your tongue. You had taken his tip back into your mouth just in the nick of time, and as he continued to cum, you sunk yourself further down his length. You went as far as you could, but with his semen filling your throat, you could only do so much.

You swallowed it all, holding back a cough as you let the bottom half of his shaft out of your mouth. The fat tip sat on your tongue for a moment, poking your right cheek again. Your tongue laved his malleable skin, feeling the faint veins in it. The salty, creamy essence was vaguely left in your mouth as he fell out of it with a wet ‘pop’. Rugged breaths and humidity clouded you as you felt your face growing warm.

Hyunjin was absolutely spent, his eyelids growing heavy. He was exhausted, and he only had two orgasms so far. He watched, in shock, as you reached for the gag in his mouth, wet to the touch from his saliva. You pulled it out from between his lips, and you took a second to admire the puffiness and redness in his lips. The faintest pink lines at the corners of his mouth made you smile. Gorgeous.

“Ready to use that pretty cock of yours, my love?”

He wasn’t. If you fucked him now he would be so sensitive. He would go insane. But a big part of him wanted to feel your insides so badly that he couldn’t think straight. Lust was the only thing that stayed consistent in his head, and it plagued his every thought. It plagued his lips as he spoke the first and only word that came to mind.

“Yes.”

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whereireid · 1 year

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miles quartich x fem!reader | masterlist.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An unexpected visit from Colonel Miles Quaritch has you itching for relief.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: imbalances of power. unestablished relationships. degradation. unedited. nsfw content; dubious consent (sex pollen/aphrodisiacs.) nipple play, rough p in v, oral, male masturbation, breeding [knotting].

“They’re just stupid plants.” Quartich’s stern voice cuts through the thick and palpable tension which lingers in the air. His lips are pursed, his arms crossed over his chest in disapproval. “Stop gettin’ so worked up over it.”

Eyes narrowing, you can’t help the unamused scoff which slips past your lips. You can’t really comprehend the situation, your hand coming up to rub your forehead in annoyance. Not only has the Colonel invaded your office, he’s also managed to break various forms of surreptitious vegetation that you had sheathed away in jars.

One of those jars was stuffed full with a plant that secretes a mysterious liquid when threatened, which it very much was, considering the fact that Quaritch knocked it off your desk without bother, smashing the glass jar it sat in to pieces.

“They aren’t just plants,” you mumble, sighing as you sink to your knees and begin picking up the broken shards of glass, grimacing as your fingers swipe over the creamy, milky liquid which has pooled onto the marble flooring. “Have you learnt nothing about Pandora and the way of life since being here? Nothing is never really nothing. All things have a purpose.”

He scowls, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looks down on you. He’s only slightly intimidating, the shine of his boots catching your eyes as you awkwardly scoop the glass into the plastic bag. You’re still unsure as to why he’s actually in here, the reason for his invasion untold.

When he doesn’t speak, you do, your voice wobbling slightly. “Haven’t you gotten what you wanted, now? Can you just go?”

“Can’t you smell that?” Quaritch asks, his nose twitching slightly as he sniffs the air. You glance up at him, your face flushing as you notice his looming frame inches away from yours.

You hadn’t even heard him get any closer. “Um, no?”

His nose twitches again, and you try to hide the smile which graces your face as you realise that he holds a striking resemblance to that of a cat when he inhales so desperately. As you stand to your full height, you lose your grip on the plastic bag as you’re met with your head level with his crotch.

If he’s heard the glass shatter again, he doesn’t comment on it. “It smells so sweet,” he says instead, his voice low and his hands reaching towards your shoulders. The touch makes you feel hot, sending sparks shooting through your body, and you feel a strange, tingling sensation brushing over the nerves of your fingertips, where you’d brushed over the mysterious creamy liquid accidentally. “Can you really not smell that?”

Quaritch’s voice is husky, riding through you in a smooth wave, and his grip on your shoulders tightens. His fingers dig into your collarbone, and you close your eyes, trying to ignore the way your body feels like it’s being set alight by his touch. You lean into him, your throat growing tight as you inhale deeply, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

Then, it succumbs you. Warmth rolls through your body, goosebumps peppering up and down your skin as you breathe in a deep, sickly-sweet smell. It makes you grow hot, and your brows knit together as you open your eyes, staring up at the Colonel.

“Oh my god, what have you done?” You breathe out, accusation lacing your tone. You swat his hand away, and you can feel the imprint of his fingertips burning your skin.

A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead, and you watch as Quaritch looks down on you, confusion littering his features.

“I haven’t done nothin’,” he protests, his nose crinkling as he inhales deeply. “You need better ventilation in this god damn office, get rid of this smell.”

“There is no smell!”

“It’s so god-damn hot in here,” he practically snarls, his eyes fluttering shut, lashes kissing his cheekbones. His tail thrashes in irritation behind him, his blue skin glistening with sweat as he lowers himself closer to your height. “You and the other science pukes always work in such heat?”

“You need to go,” you murmur, and you press against his chest. Quartich doesn’t waver, his hard, green eyes staring into yours. “Colonel, you — you need to leave.”

His eyes flash over your features, unimpressed by how irritable you’re being. His palms cup your shoulders, enveloping your body, and your knees weaken at his touch. “And you need to calm down, darlin’.”

Darling. Anger bubbles up in your chest, irritated by his choice of words, but as his thumb swipes over your shoulder, a different feeling entirely bubbles inside of you. It boils — makes your body feel scorching hot, and your breath hitches in your throat as you push against Quaritch’s stomach.

“This is your fault! You destroyed the plant,” you complain, your hands shaking as you feel his muscles ripple and tense beneath his tank top. “You have absolutely no idea what you’ve done, and you don’t care, and you really should get out now!”

Sniffing the air again, ears flitting, Quaritch lets out a quiet hum. He’s incredibly observant, his thumb still swiping back and forth on your shoulder, his body so exceptionally large compared to yours. “What’ve I done? Broken a god-damn plant?” His brows knit together in frustration, and as you raise your fist to swat him away again, he catches your wrist in his hand. “You need to calm down, darlin’. If you’re that bothered, I’ll go and get you another one — there’s thousands in that fuckin’ forest.”

Stomach twisting into a knot, your body thrums with anticipation. With desire. Though he’s holding you so loosely, you know that even a small clenching of his fists could result in your wrist being snapped almost completely in half, and you gaze at him with doe eyes.

“That plant is the reason your sense of smell is heightened.”

Quaritch’s nose crinkles again. The air smells sweet and warm, although anytime he diverts his attention away from you, it disappears. It’s like you’re the one who smells good; ravishing, in fact — desirable enough to eat.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’, what the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout? My sense of smell is heightened because I’m a god-damn Avatar—"

“Those — those flowers, in those jars, that you broke,” you breathe out, your heart fluttering as his thumb softly grazes your skin, “us ‘science pukes’ didn’t know what they were. We found them on the coast of Awa’atlu, and we didn’t have the proper equipment to know what they were at the time, but now I know, and it’s your fault, and you need to leave!”

The confidence in your tone wavers slightly as Quaritch brings dips his head. His nose softly grazes over your wrist, and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he inhales your scent.

“What’re you tryna tell me?”

He holds your wrist in place, nuzzling his head into your skin. It’s feral, it’s weird, and it’s surprising — this is Colonel Miles Quaritch, and your nose crinkles as you realise he’s absentmindedly scenting himself with you, something that happens in Na’vi mating rituals.

“Colonel, I—”

“— What’re those plants?”

You drag your eyes away from the wall, finally meeting his eyes. It feels like you’ve just taken a blow, instinctively recoiling as you notice his black, blown pupils. You don’t manage to recoil far, his grip on your wrist so tight, so possessive, and you let out a soft whimper as all the green within his irises appear sheathed by the dilation of his lust.

“They’re — they’re aphrodisiacs,” you blurt, trying to dull down the hammering of your heart. Your insides feel insatiably warm as he stares at you, unblinking, so domineering, so handsome, so big.

Your skin prickles as he inhales again. He’s so close, marking himself with your scent, and you curse yourself for even letting him in here in the first place. He must be horny — he just doesn’t know it yet. It’s bubbling inside of him, curling into a knot, and if he doesn’t leave soon, you’re going to the only one that can help unfray it.

Quartich doesn’t leave.

“You’re tellin’ me I just smashed a god-forsaken sex drug all over the god-damn floor?” He murmurs, stilling his motions. His cheeks are a dark, navy blush, his bioluminescent freckles sparkling like constellations.

You nod your head, trying not to show your fear as you stammer out, “that is exactly what I’m saying, sir,” you exhale, shakily, “and to make things worse, these aphrodisiacs are used primarily by Na’vi mates to, um, trigger an induced rut.”

“Rut?” Quaritch inquires, staring at you. His tail sways behind him, his skin feeling warm and itchy, his head growing fuzzy. “What the hell is a rut?”

You blink. You feel hot and confused, the excrement from the plant rendering you incredibly horny, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. Your knee brushes his inner thigh as you ask, “did they not teach you anything about the Na’vi mating rituals when they transferred you over to a recombinant?”

Instead of speaking, he just shakes his head. The side effect of the plant is affecting him, too — you can tell. His ears are pinned upright, his lips curling and exposing his canines. Impressively sharp, glinting in the light, and you have to hold back the urge to reach out and let him bite you. Your eyes flicker down absentmindedly, and you notice the strain in his cargo trousers from where he’s became erect, and your breath hitches in your throat as his spare hand reaches over to graze across your neck.

“Mating is sacred to the Na’vi. Aphrodisiacs are used to ensure that once two mates commit tshaelyu, they can breed until satisfied.” You notice the Colone’s jaw tick as you speak, his tongue sliding over his teeth as he thinks. “You don’t mate with just… anyone. Once you mate, you mate for life. Tshaelyu or not.”

A gasp slips past your lips as his hands glide over your neck, his thumb pressing into the base of your throat. “And what happens if I don’t get relief?” His southern drawl is strong, sending goosebumps darting across your skin. “If I don’t mate?”

Trying to swallow away the lump in your throat, you stare at him sheepishly. “You’ll be — you’ll be pent up until you do. Um, one of the primary side effects that the aphrodisiacs used by the Na’vi is that the recipient of the drug often has persistent—” His hands close around your throat, the foreign feeling of him gently pressing against your trachea causing tingles of desire to shoot over your body, “—persistent, um, epididymal hypertension.”

“English, darlin’.”

“Blue balls,” you stumble out, your breath hitching in your throat as the Colonel pulls you closer, his nostrils flaring as he runs his nose against your collarbone. “It’s basically blue balls.”

A groan slides past his lips as his nose pushes into the crook of your neck, and you try to hold back the whine which threatens to slip past your own. This is so wrong — he’s so intimately close to you that he’s setting your body alight with desire, but he’s the only cool stimulant to your burning skin.

“I already have those, sweetheart.” His lips tug into an amused smirk as your lips part in surprise, your cheeks flushing with warmth at his lewd statement. His palm presses into your throat slightly, and he hums as your eyelids flitter shut. “You’re sweatin’. This little drug havin’ an effect on you too, darlin’?”

Shaking your head, you try to ignore the wrenching of your heart as his fingers begin slide down to towards your chest. Everywhere that his hand graces is left cool, a reminder that you need to get relief soon. “No,” you lie, your voice wavering as he idly twirls the pendant which sits between your breasts. “No, um— oh, god— no.”

A soft moan is dragged from your throat as Quaritch’s hand brushes over your breasts through your blouse. “You lyin’ to me?” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he brings his other hand towards your chest, rubbing the swell of your chest through your blouse. “You sayin’ this don’t feel good? That all of your senses aren’t heightened?”

“There are — there are machines created by the biology team to help you through your rut.” You grit your teeth as he touches you, avoiding his question. Shame washes through your body, and it feels so good but so wrong — this is the Miles Quaritch that you’re being touched by! “Please, use them. They’ll help!”

“And what about you, sweetheart? What’re you going to use to get your relief?” Green eyes so blown and blackened you can no longer see his irises at all — an eerie black sheen just stares back at you, and you flinch as in one swift motion, he rips your blouse apart, your buttons scattering all over your office floor. “No answer? That’s okay, darlin’. You don’t have to speak. In fact, I don’t want you to.”

He dips his head slightly, his teeth dragging over the skin of your neck. “Good girls don’t talk unless they’re spoken to.”

Your eyelids flutter, your belly twisting with an insatiable desire as Quaritch gently unclips your bra, his motions calm and collected. You know he’s burning with just as much arousal as you — you can see a small bead of sweat pooling by his browline, but he’s staying cool and composed, his tongue running over his lips as your bra drops to the floor.

You open your mouth to speak, but he shushes you. “You been hidin’ these away, sweetheart?” He breathes, his head tilting down towards your chest, his tongue darting out to slowly swirl around one of your nipples. “God, they’re fuckin’ huge. Look big even in my hands.”

Gently, his lips wrap around the sensitive nub. You gasp, the spark which blazes inside of you now descending into a roaring wildfire, electricity pulsing through you as he purrs against your chest. It’s a foreign sensation, a feeling that you’ve never explored — but now you really wish that you had, because the feeling of his tongue and lips grazing over your nipples has your legs trembling.

His mouth latches onto your nipple, and your eyes flicker down to his face. You really wish that you hadn’t looked at him, because the sight forces a moan out of your mouth. His eyes are lust-filled, blown with desire, his eyes set on yours, his lips swollen as they suck softly at your chest. You squirm, your panties growing slick with your arousal.

“This is wrong.”

“I can smell you. You don’t think it’s that wrong, darlin’.”

Your head bows in shame.

“You want me to touch you? Want me to make it go away?”

He pinches your nipple with his teeth, and you exhale shakily. His canine grazes over the nub. Any sharper and he'll draw blood, and you flex your fingers in pain.

You screw your eyes shut, voice wavering as you force out, “yes, please, Colonel.”

Your pleading works, as his hand darts towards your thighs, beckoning them apart. You waste no time in opening them for him, your eyes rolling backwards slightly as he gently bites down on your nipple. Every nerve inside of you is lit, blazing and burning wilding. The concoction of the sex pollen and his unruly desire has you mewling, the skirt that you’re wearing allows him easy access. Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers glide other your clothed folds, a soft purr rumbling through him as he notes how wet and slick you are.

Face growing warmth with embarrassment, you almost falter and move away. You don’t know why you’re letting him touch you — but it feels amazing. He pushes your underwear to the side, and a whine becomes hitched in your throat as his fingers push inside of your cunt, the burning of his intrusion making you jolt.

“Ow!” Your hands plant themselves on his shoulders, pushing slightly as he scissors your walls. “That hurts!”

He smiles, but he isn’t best pleased. “Course it hurts. I’m more than twice your size, darlin’.” His voice is eerily steady, his eyes flicking across your face. “You need to learn to stop speakin’ if you haven’t been spoken to.”

His fingers curl inside of you, and in response, your hands curl in his tank top. You need him, now. Your hips buck against him, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he laps at your chest eagerly. Quaritch’s movements are precise, deliberate, each flicker of his tongue sending electricity through you, causing your body to drown in heat.

Again, Quaritch bites at your nipple, this time doing it simultaneously with the curling of his fingers. It hurts, the sensation causing tears to bubble in your eyes. The feeling of your sensitive nipple being pressed between his sharp canines has you gasping in pain, but you’re so wet and full that it doesn’t feel like it matters, a sultry twinge pulsing through you at the lewd action.

He fills you so perfectly, and your fingers curl into his shoulders as he flicks his fingers out every few seconds. He hums as droplets of your slick hit the office floor, pooling alongside the milky, white excrement of the plant, his lips curling upwards into a satisfied grin. "So wet for your Colonel," he praises, "so perfect and tight. You feel good?"

Your lips part as you hump against his hand, your skin burning a fever as you respond, "yes, yes, I feel so good!"

“That’s a good girl. Buckin’ into my hand, making it all nice and wet. Oh, darlin’, you’re so sensitive. You gonna cry?” His fingers push into you, your walls growing tight in appreciation. “God, I want you to cry. Come on, sweetheart, cry when you cum on your Colonel’s fingers.”

It’s all too much; his hot mouth suckling at your chest, the feeling of his digits pressing against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt. The names he’s calling you, the name’s he’s calling himself — it’s dirty and it’s wrong, but it soothes the shameful desire which blazes inside of you.

“Can I?” You exhale breathily, heat pooling inside your stomach as he continues to toy with you. “Can I cum, please?”

“Please what?”

“Please, Colonel?”

Your eyes are closed so tight that you see stars. His silence is looming, and you cry out as you attempt to take a deep breath, your breathing become shaky and ragged. You wail as he curls his fingers inside of you, your chest heaving and growing tight. You need to cum, and you need it now, unable to hold back the feeling which washes over you.

As though he can read your mind, Quartich says, “yes, darlin’, you can cum for me.”

Your body writhes against him, and you whimper, nodding eagerly at his words. You’re glad that he’s so buried into your chest, unable to see the swirl of emotions which paint your face. You’re shrouded by pleasure, dumbed out by the hot sparks which flicker through your body. You’re convulsing, warmth shooting through every nerve, your cunt growing slick as he rolls his fingers against the spongy spot inside of you.

Once you come down, you feel strangely numb. Satisfied. Quartich’s breath is still hot, but you feel cool. Satisfied. You’re lax against him, your eyes squeezed shut as you feel his lips pepper soft kisses to your chest.

Tears have stained your cheeks, burn the corners of your eyes, and Quaritch stares down at you in admiration, in awe. He'd never seen anything so pretty in his life, and he growls slightly as you blink the tears away.

“Open your legs.” His voice is booming, and you blink back at him in confusion. His fingers press into your thighs, and you yelp, doing as he says. “Don’t make me repeat myself. When I ask you to do somethin’, I only want to ask once."

“Yes, Colonel.”

Quaritch can see the evident confusion flitter across your face, but he doesn’t care. He isn’t bothered. His cock is straining against his cargo trousers, and he feels so hot and bothered, so overwhelmed with his desire and lust for you. He needs to taste you, needs to drown in your sweet nectar. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as the sight of your slick, glistening cunt, he decides as he forces your underwear off, the cloth now pooled around your ankles.

“Maybe this was a blessin’ rather than a curse,” he comments, his hands pressing against your plush thighs as he presses hungry kisses to the areas of skin not covered by his own. “You know, you’re the only scientist here hot enough to take a peek at.”

“I—” Your body trembles slightly as his teeth graze against your skin, his digits leaving marks into on your soft flesh. “Thank… you?”

Humming, Quaritch’s nose twitches as he presses it against your inner thigh. He’s tired of waiting — your cunt is so, so close, and it’s so wet and needy for him. “You’re welcome, darlin’.” He pauses from between your legs, and you gasp as he jolts you forward, his nose nuzzling into your pelvis bone. “Gonna eat this pretty little pussy now, sweetheart, and then I’m gonna fuck it so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”

At first, the sensation is strange. Unfamiliar and wrong. His tongue is rough, painful as it glides past your folds, the muscle mesmerising as it rides up and down your cunt. Then, however, he does what you need him to do the most — his tongue teasingly rolls up your slits, towards the pearl which sits swollen at the top of your pelvis, and it swirls around it.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble, your thighs trembling involuntary, the plush of your flesh being indented by his harsh grip. “Ohmygod.”

“You like that, sweetheart?” He purrs, and it vibrates against you. It’s powerful, precise, and it’s much better than your vibrator.

“Yeah,” you agree absentmindedly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to lap at your cunt like a man starved.

Pulling away momentarily, you feel your heart leap out of your chest as you look at him. A string of spit is carried from your folds to his lips, and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Mmm, this pretty little pussy is so swollen and so needy for its Colonel,” he comments, before he dips his head again, his tongue going back to its previous movements. "So wet and swollen and fuckin' puffy."

The feeling of Quaritch nestled inbetween your thighs makes your stomach clench, your walls fluttering. You’re burning a fever, again, and you can feel how hot his own face is now that it’s pressed against your cunt. The effect of this Aphrodisiac is too much, too overwhelming, and you wonder how he’s managing to roll his tongue up and down your cunt without pleasuring you once.

Then, it hits you — soft sounds of grunting fill your ears, and your eyes flicker back down to him. You can’t help but audibly moan as you see him stroking his cock, which is hard and beading with cum, in a slow, steady motion. He’s rutting into his hand, his grip tight, and your eyes roll backwards as he nuzzles into your cunt, licking and lapping, sucking at the heat. His motions are sloppy, his tongue being particularly attentive to your overwhelmingly sensitive bundles of nerves.

You don’t know if it’s just the drug anymore, because Quaritch’s groaning is like music to your ears. His tongue draws patterns on your clit, his breathing growing heavy as he laps sloppily at your cunt. He’s eager to please, desperate to drown in the sweet taste of your cum, and he listens to every mewl and whine, bucking into his hand every time you roll his name on your own tongue.

Moans growing breathy, you softly grind into his face. His nose presses against your pelvis bone as he grazes his teeth against your clit, his tongue swirling, his lips suckling at the bundle of nerves. He knows what you want, what you’re about to do, and it only encourages him further.

It feels like there’s a knot inside of you that breaks when you cum. It’s being torn and twisted, your stomach clenching as you cry out. You stop bucking against him, your ears ringing as you cum, your hands curling in Quaritch’s short hair.

You try to calm your hammering heart, try to relax, but you involuntarily tense as you’re seized by his rough hands. His rough tongue laps at your cunt, sliding through your folds, his tongue drawing lazy circles on your sensitive nub. Your muscles tense as you convulse, pulling and pushing him away simultaneously.

“Oh, that’s it, darlin’.” He lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls away, a lewd trail of slick following him. “Jesus Christ, you were pent up. Squirted all over me.”

“I’m sorry,” you squeak as his fingers curl into your thighs, his rough hands turning you around so your ass is facing him.

Behind you, he coos. “Oh, don’t apologise, sweetheart. You bein’ nice and wet only helps.”

There isn’t an audible warning. The only time you have to prepare is when you feel Quaritch’s tip rolls through your puffy folds, slapping lewdly against your slick cunt in order to obtain more lube.

The sting is unbearable at first. His cock is massive — bigger than anything you’ve ever tried, and a choked cry escapes your mouth as his tip breaches your swollen cunt, your walls sheathing him instantly.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses from behind, watching as your cunt swallows his cock inch by inch, his girth stretching you unbearably thin, “this pretty little pussy is just eatin’ me alive.”

You whine, and Quartich softly palms your ass as he spreads your thighs further apart, urging your body to take him. “You’re huge. Na’vi shouldn’t mate with humans, Colonel—“

“—‘S too late now. I’ve already chosen you.”

It's like he's splitting you in half. His thrusts are slow, sloppy, edging you closer and closer to being utterly destroyed. There's something rhythmic about his movements, something soothing, his palm on your ass cool.

Your feverish, fuzzy mind blocks out any forms of rationality as you let him take you. Your cunt flutters around his cock as his tip brushes against your cervix, impossibly hard; again and again and again.

"God, this hurts," you mumble, shuddering as Quaritch's fingers dart downwards to toy with your puffy, sensitive clit, his digits gliding through your sticky folds, "too big."

Feral, like an animal, Quaritch's nose nuzzles against your wrist, his teeth sinking into the skin softly. He bites you; draws blood, paints his tongue crimson with the metallic taste of your wound. You pull, tug away from him, your cunt throbbing, the heat of the room too much.

Suffocating, no, drowning in the insatiable warmth, you buck against him. It hurts — he hurts, and he mouths you again, nuzzling his teeth into your wrist, insatiably biting you, marking you; palming at your ass like it belongs to him.

"So tight," Quaritch grunts, "so small," his hands come around to your stomach, palming the plump flesh softly, "bet you'd love to be nice and round, pumped fill with my babies? Have a little half-breed?"

You let out a quiet whimper. Your skin itches, burns with desire, and with each sluggish roll of his hips, your head lulls.

"Answer me when I'm talkin' to you," he says, his teeth biting down on your wrist. Your head angles back so you can see him; and he looks so animalistic; so delicious, and you nod your head weakly.

"Yeah," you choke out, "I want a little half-breed."

Bent almost in half, skin glistening with sweat and spit, you let Quaritch take you. The white, milky excrement from the plant is still pooled on the floor, and your eyes focus on the way it drips from each stem, trying to calm your racing heart.

"I knew you would," he follows up, "you little fuckin' freak. Wonder how many of your little scientist friends would feel betrayed, knowin' you're bein' mated by a fuckin' recom."

Your eyes tilt backwards slightly. His balls slap lewdly against your ass, and warmth trickles into your lower tummy as he grips your flesh slightly. He's palming you, imagining your stomach more curvy and round; imagining you waddling around, pumped fill of his seed. God, you'd look so fucking hot, and he's not sure if it's just the Aphrodisiac making him feral anymore.

"Please," your voice wavers, "I'm gonna—"

"—Cum for me, darlin'," he says, his tongue rolling against the marks he's left peppered on your wrist, "squeeze me nice an' tight, let me fill this pretty little pussy up."

"Oh, god, please," you cry out as his hips roll into yours; his body beginning to chase his own high.

The sheer size of him is overwhelming. With each thrust, you can feel your tummy bulge — he can almost stroke himself through your navel, and he gives your plump flesh a soft squeeze as he continues to thrust into you. Green eyes darting towards the area in which your body links, Quaritch let out a guttural, animalistic growl as he notes the way a ring of arousal paints his stripey, blue cock white, his grip on your body tightening.

Disoriented and confused, fuzzy with lust, your body begins to tremble. Your thighs burn, unable to hold yourself up anymore, and your cunt flutters and squeezes his cock; desperate to feel him closer than he already is, although it's practically impossible.

"That's it," he praises, "come undone for me, my fuckin' — fuckin' cockdrunk cumslut," he grits his teeth, swatting your ass, "this perfect fuckin' pussy is going to be dripping with my seed."

Choked, stuttered moans crawl out of your throat, slipping past your lips in a beautiful melody as you come undone. Your body feels spent, worn, used; beautifully broken, limp as Quaritch continues to fuck into you — the Colonel, your Colonel. Your eyes gloss over, still focusing on the milky liquid pooled on the floor, your breathy shaky as your juices coat his cock, wetting his cock.

"Ow," you whine, "it's sore."

"I'm right behind you," he forces out, his eyes screwing shut as he lets himself go.

Your walls flutter around him as he cums, the aftershock of your orgasm pulsing throughout your body.

Something weird happens, though — the warmth blooms within you as opposed to dulling, a painful throbbing sensation pulsing in-between your legs. You pull, press against Quaritch's body, but his teeth have sunk into your wrist, his hands holding you against him, keeping you trapped.

"You've — you've knotted me," you breathe, bewildered, "you've knotted me."

His hot breath fans your ears, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you closer. "I know," he grunts, his cock still insatiably hard inside of you, "I'm gonna make sure I give you that god-damned half-breed baby you want."

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I’m Not A Bad Man (I’m Just Overwhelmed)

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Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader part i - An Open Invitation (To A Perfect Domination)

part ii - What You Do To Me (No One Knows)

part iv (finale): Am I Your One and Only Desire?

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, stepcest, fingering, cockwarming, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ball teasing, ball sucking, having sex while on the phone with an oblivious caller (hopefully that makes sense, cause idk what to label it 🤣), dirty talk, daddy kink, light breeding kink, creampie, cum swallowing, face sitting, pussy slapping/spanking

not proofread brochachos 🤙 mainly just smut so if you’re looking for plot I’d look elsewhere 🤣

Title from These Things by She Wants Revenge

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Thankfully, Leon gives you a breather after the marathon sex. He kisses you one last time and helps you out of bed. You go to stand, but your legs tremble so much you nearly fall. He catches you and guides you into the master bath connected to the bedroom.

He sits you down on the edge of the tub and starts the water.

“I’m gonna go make that food order,” he kisses the top of your head, “I’ll be back in a few minutes; yell if you need me.”

Humming in reply, you watch the muscles in his back and ass as he turns and leaves the room; a low heat flares in your stomach when you see all the scratch marks you left on his skin.

You twist, running your hand under the tap and finding the water warm enough, you stopper the tub and slip down into the bottom. Sighing, you relax as the warm water slowly fills the basin, caressing your skin and helping to loosen your muscles.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” a warm voice murmurs causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Mmm sorry,” you look up to see Leon turning the water off.

“Raise up for me, sweetheart,” he climbs in the bath with you, sitting directly behind you and pulling you to sit between his legs.

You tense for a moment, but when he doesn’t do anything more than rub your arms you slowly relax back against him.

“So sweet for me,” he presses kisses into your neck, hands wrapping around your waist.

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, “‘m tired, Leon.”

“I know,” he lets his right hand drift down your body until he’s stroking your inner thigh, “let me help you.”

You whine but don’t fight him as he slips his middle and ring finger into your soft, clenching heat.

“Please no,” you whine out in discomfort as he slips his fingers out and back in.

His questing fingers begin pressing into your body more insistently, “I need to clean out the mess I made, beautiful.”

“Fuck,” you hiss as Leon fingers out the leftover cum in your hole.

His fingers slide out of your body, leaving you gasping and aching at the empty feeling left behind.

“Shh sweetheart,” he kisses the side of your head, “it’s over with now.”

A low chuckle in your ear causes goosebumps to chase across your skin.

“So good for me aren’t you?” a hot tongue traces the shell of his ear, “god, you drive me crazy.”

You gasp, “I-I’m —“

The loose hold around your waist tightens as Leon nips at your earlobe before placing open mouth kisses across the arch of your neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

You shiver at the sensation, baring more of your neck to him. A small whine leaves your mouth before you can quell it.

“Daddy,” you gasp out only to have Leon slip his index and middle fingers into your mouth.

You hear a tsk before his smoky voice speaks again, “Pretty, pretty girl.”

You weakly suck on the digits invading your mouth. He presses a soft kiss at your temple.

“I know how bad you want it, baby. You sound so pretty when you fall apart,” he presses his fingers harder against your tongue, “but we gotta give your little pussy a break.”

Your back arches as you squirm in arousal at those words, a whimper slipping from your throat. You eagerly lap at his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and swallowing as drool drips down your chin.

A low hum from Leon reverberates in your chest.

“So good for me, baby,” Leon nuzzles your neck, fingertips skating across your skin.

He relaxes against the tub, hands rubbing your arms and shoulders. You slowly become less tense until you’re laying against him sleepily. Leon helps you wash off with soft kisses pressed into your skin at every step. Once finished, he helps you up and out of the tub.

After the bath, Leon slips out to get dressed leaving you to dry off on your own. You step out in a towel and Leon hands you an old sleep shirt of his and a pair of briefs.

You go to take them and he pulls them back out of reach, “What do we say, sweetheart?”

Your toes curl to stop your hands from fidgeting, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, kissing the top of your head and handing you the shirt and briefs.

“The food’s here so I’ll see you downstairs.”

You watch him leave the bedroom and you gaze down at the soft baggy shirt in your hands. Unfolding it you see, RPD emblazoned on the left breast pocket. You quickly slip it on along with the briefs, which make you wrinkle your nose, and make your way downstairs.

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You both sit on the couch after eating the takeout Leon ordered. Sated and tired, you snuggle into the cushions to finish watching the scary movie that was playing earlier. Sitting cross legged, your shoulders brush up against Leon’s as his big hand encompasses your thigh.

“I’ve got an idea,” his voice is a low, heated timbre, “why don’t you keep me nice and warm?”

Your brows furrow in confusion as you tilt your face up to look at him, “What?”

He pulls the front of his sweats down just enough to slip his cock out. He’s half hard and slowly filling out, thickening against his thigh. He pats his legs.

“Straddle me and I’ll show you what I mean,” his hair falls over his eyes giving him a boyish air.

Leon pulls you into his lap, murmuring sweet praise in your ear. He slips his hands under the loose briefs you’re wearing and rubs your clit. His fingers dip into your slit to tease at your hole until you’re squirming and whimpering and soaking his fingers.

Pulling away, he helps you to slip the briefs he gave you off, baring your cunt— all puffy and shiny with slick. His cock slides in between your thighs, precum leaving a sticky wet trail against your skin.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he soothes you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

He slips the tip of his fat dick into your wet spasming hole.

“Fuck, so good. Such a good girl for me huh. Shh shh, s’okay just the tip sweetheart, promise won’t go any further,” he sighs in relief, letting the head of his cock breach your spasming hole.

Leon’s biceps flex, highlighting the veins in his forearms as he holds your dripping pussy still. The fat tip stretches your sore cunt making you whine as your fingers dig into his tense shoulders.

“Daddy,” you whine, desperate at this point and not able to think past the feeling of the slight stretch of your pussy and how empty it feels inside.

Whining you work his cock further and further into your body as Leon just holds your hips, groaning until you’re sitting flushed against his pelvis.

He watches you work your sweet little pussy down on his cock. He then lifts you up just to let you slide back down.

“You put it all in by yourself, huh,” he growls, “now just let me use your sloppy hole, sweetheart.”

“Leon,” you gasp, grinding down with a moan.

He holds your hips still, not letting you shift, “Now sit here, sweet girl. You’re gonna cockwarm daddy til he’s ready to fuck your pretty pussy full of cum.”

You moan, hands tugging on his shirt. His eyes drag down your body and he pinches your nipples through the thin shirt you’re wearing.

“Look so sexy,” he gives you a messy, tongue filled kiss, “want you to wear this shirt anytime we’re home alone, okay baby?”

“O-okay, daddy,” you whimper, thighs shifting as your pussy walls clamp repeatedly on his thick cock.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he groans, pulling you close.

You whine and nuzzle into his neck, tucking your face under his chin.

“Settle down, baby,” he coos, running his wide palms down your spine to cup your ass in both hands.

You tense all over, but keep still with a low moan. Unsure of how long you’re made to keep Leon’s cock in your weeping pussy, you drift in and out of a daze. You can hear the tv playing in the background and Leon drops little kisses on your head, but you just coast on the floaty feeling slowly taking over your mind.

He’s so thick inside of you it’s all you can think about. The delicious stretch to your sore walls, clit swollen—begging to be touched, even the way Leon squeezes your ass, all of it keeping you in that syrupy headspace.

He jostles you accidentally, making you whine and grind down until he soothes you back into relaxing against him. Leon’s palms pet and stroke over your tired body, almost lulling you asleep. You feel his chest vibrate under your cheek.

“Hm?” You pull back with a confused sound, sleepy eyes looking into Leon’s dark stare.

“I asked if daddy’s sweet girl is feeling good?”

You give him a cute smile, “So good, daddy.”

He gives you a sly grin, “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod.

“Maybe you should cockwarm daddy when he has to work from home, think that’s a good idea sweetheart?”

You whine, pussy clenching down on his thick cock, “Yes, daddy.”

“Yeah, you like it don’t you, feeling all stretched out from daddy’s fat cock?”

You roll your hips down with a moan, “Daddy’s the best.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, pressing his hips up into you further, “think it’s time to fill this needy cunt.”

“Uh huh,” you slur, hips humping down faster on his dick.

He grabs your waist and fucks his cock deep in your soaked pussy. After a handful of skin slapping thrusts, he slows down to deep rolling grinds. Dazedly, you hear a faint buzzing from your side.

“Daddy needs you to keep quiet, okay?”

“Wha—“

He puts his hand over your mouth as he answers his buzzing phone.

“Hey honey, how’re you?”

Your eyes widen, anxiety flaring in your stomach cutting into that cottony barrier of arousal flooding your brain. Your mom called?! You try to push away from Leon, raising your hips up to move off of his lap. A mean look comes into his face as his lips thin.

“Oh, everything’s fine here. Can’t complain.”

He puts the phone up to his ear, holding it there with his shoulder so he can use both hands to yank you back flush on his lap. His hand quickly comes up to cover your mouth as you squeal from the sudden fullness of his cock bottoming out in your cunt.

He starts up the deep rolling thrusts that keeps the fat tip of his dick pressed against your cervix; your eyes roll back in your head as the pain bleeds into molten pleasure, making your pussy pulse and clench down on his cock.

“Oh she’s doing well! We actually spent a little time together earlier,” he laughs, dark eyes watching you fall apart while he drills up into your squelching pussy with his thick, heavy cock.

“Ah, I’m sure she’ll love that. Yeah she loves her sweets, doesn’t she?”

You want to scream, you feel so good right now. But all that escapes you are tears, dripping down your cheeks leaving your eyes to look big and glassy. Leon smirks at you as he keeps chatting with your mom.

His thumb circles your clit so slowly, barely giving you any stimulation. You buck your hips and push yourself harder into his hand. Ignoring you, he stops teasing your sensitive bud and moves that hand to guide your hips into a rolling grind.

“No,” he laughs, laying his head back on the couch, lazily focused on your tits bouncing, “I really don’t need anything.”

You’re panting behind the hand he still has covering your mouth. Moving your hands away from clenching onto his shoulders, you reach down between your bodies to spread your pussy.

His gaze follows the movement and he stares hungrily at your spread open cunt, watching as his cock bullies in and out of your tight hole.

“Wait,” he rasps, “yeah that does sound good actually.”

He moves his head closer to your chest. pulls the phone away, and spits on your pussy. You freeze; your whole body clenching from that so he does it again, watching gleefully as you shudder all over, eyes rolling back as the hot spit drips all over your pussy lips and swollen clit.

“Huh, sorry could you repeat that, the phone cut out for a sec,” he settles back against the couch, not letting you bounce on his dick like you want, like you need.

You go to move your hands, but he gives a quick, sharp smack to your clit directly that has you crying out behind his palm.

“Oh must be the movie, I’m watching. Yeah that one,” he grins, “you know how I love these kinds of things.”

Your eyes widen as you watch him lick a stripe from the edge of his palm to the tips of fingers. His wet hand comes down to spank your pussy and clit hard. You squeal and buck in his lap but can’t pull away.

“Yeah it gets kinda loud in certain parts,” he spanks your spread open cunt again, “sorry if it’s too loud, honey.”

Your eyes are completely rolled back, eyelashes fluttering and mouth drooling as Leon abuses your sore pussy. It’s getting you wetter than before, the sharp sting fading into that hot, dull throb that’s making you shiver all over.

Without realizing it, you’ve stopped trying to get away. You’ve arched your hips up just right so when Leon smacks his hand down on your sensitive cunt, he’s really giving it to you. When he does finally pull away, your eyes focus on his with a whine.

“Yeah? I get it, and the traffic is always so terrible on top of it,” he keeps talking to your mom, like your not grinding your needy cunt on his fat cock.

It makes you so hot to know that Leon’s fucking you while he’s talking to his wife—your own mom. You feel like such a slut but you can’t deny how it gets you so wet, makes you want to ride Leon hard, maybe even get caught.

Your walls spasm and clench down on him at that thought making him flinch and bite his lip.

“Nothing,” he clears his throat, eyes narrowing at you, “movie just got to me for a sec I guess.”

You stop spreading yourself open and drag your nails down his tense stomach, then leaving one hand there you reach around behind you with your free hand to squeeze his balls.

It’s like you electrocuted him; his hips jump up, stomach trembling under your hand. He’s stifling any noise but you can see in the pinch of his brows that he likes it. You feather your fingertips across the soft skin before gently rolling his balls in your hand.

“It does sound fun,” his eyes stare into yours, hungry and dark, “maybe we should take a trip out that way then.”

You bite your lip and gently squeeze down on his sack. He bucks up into your pussy even harder. The hand holding onto your hip moves and grabs your hand on his stomach to push it back behind you. He nods downward and you take the hint, moving it to join the other on touching his heavy balls.

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” he sighs, fully relaxing into the couch.

You can’t really bounce on him in this position, so Leon’s thick cock just stays seated in your pulsing heat as your hands tease and tickle his balls. Using both hands, you can really tell how big and swollen they’ve gotten. You roll them in your hands and feel his cock kick inside your pussy.

You moan softly, muffled behind his hand still, and keep massaging his soft sack. You start to wonder what it would be like to have them in your mouth, all sensitive and fat on your tongue. You feel yourself dripping down his cock at the thought.

“I can’t believe they would ask you to do that,” his hand squeezes your thigh hard enough to bruise.

You tug his balls and bounce them in your hand before softly massaging them. Leon raises up into more of a sitting position and roughly pulls you up and off of his cock. You watch dazedly as his dick drools precum down the wet shaft, until he manhandles you down over the armrest of the couch.

With your back to him, you can only feel as he slides his fat cock back into your pussy, stretching you out so good it makes your hole clench down over and over.

“Yeah, exactly. Oh? Well okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Yeah, mm love you too,” he pulls you flush with his hips, stilling all movement to keep his dick fully inside your cunt.

He hangs up and tosses the phone to the side.

“Trying to suck me in, sweetheart? Greedy little pussy needs daddy’s cock that bad?”

He pounds into your sloppy, squelching hole, slick dripping everywhere. The swollen tip of his cock hammers against your g-spot making you scream.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans with a laugh, “wanna cream that sweet fucking pussy. Get you all dirty so I can eat you out.”

You whine and claw at the couch, clit rubbing against the rough material and edging you closer and closer to orgasm.

“C’mon baby, don’t you want that? Want me breed that hot cunt? Course you do,” he moves his hands from your hips to each side of your body on the armrest.

He lowers himself down, using his body weight to hold you in place and box you in, “Should I make you squirt on my cock, sweetheart? Get the couch all dirty?”

You tense up, words slurring, “Daddy, gonna cum, gonna cum.”

He laughs and pinches your side as his hand slips down to your clit. He tugs your hips back just a little and lands a hard spank across your swollen bud.

You squeal, body trembling, “Daddy!”

“Oh I know,” he mocks, “so rough on your little pussy.”

He smacks you again catching your clit on his wedding ring making you scream as your orgasm rushes over you. Slick drips around his cock as your cunt clamps down on his dick.

“Fuck,” he growls, hips pistoning harder into your fluttering walls, “good girl, good g— fuck!”

Your cunt milks his cock as he fills you with hot sticky cum.

“Take it,” he hisses, biting down hard on your shoulder causing you to moan, pussy clamping down even harder on his dick.

Your crying from how good it feels, hole still gushing slick from his fat cock bullying into your pussy and cumming deep inside you.

You hiccup a sob as he keeps cumming, rope after rope of hot jizz painting your fluttering walls white.

“Gonna eat you out after this,” he groans in your ear, “wanna get my mouth on your pussy so bad.”

You whine as he pulls out, cum and slick oozing from your hole to drip all down your thighs and onto the couch. Without moving you, Leon lays on his back and shifts until he’s underneath your splayed legs.

“Sit on my face, baby,” he guides your hips down, but you hesitate and hover over his mouth.

“I said,” he growls, “sit on my fucking face.”

With a harsh tug, your cunt presses down on his mouth, squishing his nose against your clit. His mouth opens, tongue eagerly licking into your sensitive pussy. You feel him moan and it makes you rock against his soft lips.

You grab onto his hair and start riding his face gently as you’re still reeling from that last orgasm. His hands slide from your hips to your thighs to just hold you in place.

“Daddy,” you moan, “so good, feels—unh.”

You trail off with a whine as he sucks on your pussy lips and nuzzles your clit. He greedily eats the cum out of your messy cunt. Mewling, you press yourself harder on Leon’s face; he groans as you settle further onto his mouth.

He grinds his face against your puffy cunt making you whine louder, clit fat and throbbing with arousal. He rubs his nose against the sensitive bundle of nerves making you buck into the feeling.

Everything is so sensitive, ramped up to eleven, that you’re cumming on his tongue before you even realize it.

“D-dadd—dad—,” your spine bows in a perfect curve as Leon laps up all of your creamy slick.

You’re suspended in that too much feeling as Leon groans and presses even further into your cunt, practically suffocating himself to taste you more.

When he finally pushes you up and slides out, your legs are too shaky to hold you up. Leon manhandles you to lay with your back against the couch. This time, he kneels over your shoulders, knees now bracketing either side of your head.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he takes his cock in hand and slaps it against your lips.

You eagerly loll your tongue out, eyes lidded and hazy. Instead of feeding his cock into your waiting mouth, he pulls it towards his abs to drag his balls across your open mouth. Moaning, you eagerly lick and suck on the salty skin. Your eyes flutter as he dips his balls in and out of your mouth.

“There we go, suck’em sweetheart,” he mockingly coos down at you, slowly stroking his dick.

You lick and suck on his sack until it’s coated in your spit, dripping back down on your chin. Moaning, you suck one of his balls in your mouth and work it with your tongue and lips.

“That’s it, good girl,” he laughs, “god, love having my balls sucked by a pretty girl.”

You let it go with a pop and pull the other one into your hot mouth with a low sigh. Humming in pleasure, you gently suck on the soft skin of his ball while running your tongue all around it.

“Let me teabag that sweet little mouth,” he growls down at you, pulling off of your mouth to dip his wet sack back down onto your tongue again and again.

He eventually drags his balls down your chin leaving a trail of spit as he presses the drippy tip of his cock past your swollen lips.

“Gonna cum in your mouth,” he groans, watching as your lips stretch around his hard cock.

Tears gather at your lash line as he sinks inch by inch into your hot wet throat.

“Fuck, gonna cream this little throatpussy,” he grins at you as you moan around his dick, “like that? Mmm it’s gonna feel so good, daddy’s hot cum bathing your slutty throat.”

You whine, reaching down to your sore cunt to rub your clit.

“You getting off to this?” He chuckles, sliding deeper into your mouth making your throat click when you swallow.

He pulls out a few inches and sinks back down into you making you moan as he fills your throat.

“Play with that cute pussy, cum all over your fingers while I fuck your mouth,” he holds your head down so he can fuck down into your spit slick mouth, wet balls smacking your chin.

You continue to moan as he fucks open your throat, eyes watering when he dips down too far.

“God, baby, I’m about to cum,” his hips stutter, “gonna swallow, right? Yeah, drink it all up for daddy. Milk my cock as I drain my balls in that tight fucking throat.”

Your fingers circle and rub your clit faster until you’re moaning uncontrollably and cumming, hole clenching down on nothing as slick drips from your pussy.

With a low groan, Leon eases out until you can only suckle on the fat head of his dick. Hot sticky ropes of cum fill your mouth and the back of your throat; as he slowly sinks further into your mouth, cum drips down the back of your throat making you swallow and milk his throbbing cock.

Leon pulls out of your mouth, but leaves his swollen tip pressed to your lips, “Clean it up, sweetheart.”

You softly kitten lick the head as he softens against your mouth. After a few moments, he pulls away and sits back on the couch to pull you into his lap. He kisses you, tongue sloppily licking into your mouth.

“Did so good for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, “such a good girl.”

“Leon,” you sigh, exhaustion written all over your body, “s’good but ‘m tired.”

“We’ll go lay down, okay?” he coaxes you to stand on wobbly legs and helps you upstairs.

He guides you, to your surprise, to your own room.

Before you can question it, he has you both tucked under the covers of your smaller bed, his front pressed all along your back.

“Daddy,” you whine as he kisses your neck, “why here?”

He laughs in your ear and drops another kiss on your neck, “After we rest, I’m gonna fuck you here, too. Always wanted to make you cry while I rail you in this bed.”

White hot pleasure pulses in your clit and nipples as you roll your hips back.

“Daddy, that’s so dirty!”

“I know,” he laughs again, “we can even pretend your mom’s home when we do, so you’ll have to be so quiet. Don’t wanna get caught,” he dips his tongue into your ear before kissing the shell.

You shudder, eyes nearly crossing at the dull throb of want washing over your spent body.

“But,” he shifts and wraps his arms around your waist, “we need to get some sleep, baby.”

You give a shaky sigh as you nod, “Okay, daddy.”

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I have a request!!

I need some angsty Rhys x reader like I need the air I breathe. I’m talkin someone died and was brought back by the grace of the Gods or something along those lines. And I need the other party to lose it.

Can be smutty too I won’t be mad about it. But if it doesn’t fit don’t force it. Love your works! You’re a fabulous writer 💜

Come back to me | Rhysand X Freader angst

A/N: sorry it took so long! I’ve been very busy. P.S this shit wasn’t proof read so if it sucks it sucks. I’ll do better on my upcoming fics 😭 And thank you so much anon!

warnings: death, allusions to sex, wasn’t proof read 🥴, MDNI!!!!

“No!” Rhysand snaps at you. You growled challengingly at your friend. He was so fucking stubborn.

“Rhysand I swear to the cauldron above I will skin your ass if you don’t let me go on this mission.”

Rhysand bristles at your new threat. You were always creative with them. His eyebrow quirks. He sighs and rubs his temples. He looks around his office as if trying to find an escape. He stands abruptly and approaches you. His wings gently cocoon you, and he drops his head on your neck defeatedly like a pouty child.

“Don’t call me that...” he mutters into your skin. Your fae ears catch it. His breath was warm against your skin, and you wondered briefly why he had been so touchy as of late.

“What?! Your name…?”

“Yes.You always call me Rhys- call me anything but my full name. We’re closer than that dear.” He whispers, lifting his head up. You huff. You wonder why you feel your body gets hot at the nickname. It was just Rhysand- he gave pet names to others. Right? Your eyes find his violet ones. You were tempted to scream at him again but you saw his tired eyes, and softened. You sigh.

“Fine. But I’ll go with you.” Rhysand spoke before you could say anything else.

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It wasn’t just Rhysand that tagged along. Azriel and Cassian did too. Whatever- at least you got to go. Ever since your best friend, Rhysand, returned from under the mountain he’s been weirdly protective. He had always been protective- but now he was outrageously paranoid of anything harming you. It was odd.

You were on a simple mission. Track down a group that has been disturbing some of the night court’s cities, take them out. Simple really. Or so you thought. Once you had successfully tracked the group down, Azriel had stopped any of you from proceeding further. He wanted to observe the band of rouges to see what they were doing. And their powers. You didn’t see a point in it- as you were there. Azriel was there. Cassian was there. Rhysand was there. You four could take out this lowly group in minutes! Or so you thought.

After about three days of restless following the group, it was safe to say you were ready to take them out. You didn’t pay any mind to Cassian trying to stop you from proceeding. Azriel had been scouting the area for any others. Rhysand was with him as back up. Leaving you and Cassian to watch the group. You felt a hand grip your wrist and jerk you back..

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Cassian whisper-barked at you.

“Cas- I’m hungry. I was just going to get some food.” You whispered sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. His eyes softened he contemplated.

“Fine stay here, don’t move and keep your eyes on them- I’ll go on a quick hunt real quick.” He muttered. You smirked in victory once he left, now it was time to show them that you could be helpful.

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“Something’s wrong. I sense it.” Rhysand yelled to Azriel over the wind. There was no other members of the band of rouges around. Azriel flared his wings slightly and nodded in response.

“Let’s head back, I’m sure everything is fine.” He responded.

Rhysand wasted no time and turning swiftly in the air. He started a fast pace back to the camp where the group was resting. Azriel followed suit. Something was wrong. He could sense it. His skin had goosebumps, and he felt restless. He had a shaky feeling of anxiety. Why? He couldn’t figure this out.

The camp came into view, and he was about to dive into the forest to hide himself from the group. But his eyes caught something- a body. A body in the middle of all the men. The men were cheering and whipping it. Rhysand’s eyes sharpened and he felt sick. It was- you. A sense of rage and utter wrath of a thousand burning suns filled him.

Azriel flinched when the whole area went completely dark- it wasn’t nighttime- it was Rhysand’s wrath. He felt a shiver work it’s way up his spine. He caught sight of your naked body being beaten.

A loud book of thunder sounded, causing all the men to pause their fun. They didn’t have time to react when something large hit the ground. Majority of them fell to the floor, scampering. Dust was everywhere.

A tall looming figure with bat wings spread in front of you, covering you. Rhysand. Everything hurt. So fucking bad. You were covered in blood and vomit- whatever they had shoved down your throat was working fast. You felt sick. Vunerable. Everything was so hazy. You didn’t have time to process the screams around you or why. You felt your body collapse. Something was wrong. No- it’d be fine. You’d get flown to Madja and healed and you’d soon wake up. You tried to keep your body up but failed, collapsing to the mud.

Rhysand felt dread at hearing the thump on the ground. There were bodies everywhere. His senses were heightened. The only heartbeat was Azriel’s and yours. But yours was the only one that mattered right now. And it was so slow-

He shoved Azriel away from your collapsed form quickly, cradling your head. Your scent- it was fading. Your skin was so pale. He realized with a sick feeling you were dying. His eyes met your weakly opened one’s. Your eyes started to close.

“Nonononono- cmon we need to get her to Madja. What are you doing?! Let’s go!” He yelled, quickly hailing your body in his arms. Azriel flinched.

“Rhys- it’s too late. It’s an hour flight, and where we are it’s impossible to winnow! And the poison they forced on her has spread mostly.” Azriel whispered. Rhysand ignored his words, shaking his head. His wings flared, preparing for flight.

“Where’s Cassian- get him- we can make it-“

“Rhysand- we fucking can’t. It’s not possible.” Azriel’s words and reality finally seemed to hit Rhysand. Rhysand collapsed in the mud, holding you close to his chest. He was rocking you back and forth, tears falling from his eyes.

He gently caressed your face. Your eyes opened. He whimpered softly at your weak expression. “No.nononononono! It wasn’t suppose to happen like this. There was so much I had planned for you- for us.” Rhysand said. His words were soothing. You felt yourself relax. You felt Rhysand’s talons scrape your mind, and gently broke your barricade. The pain in your body disappeared. You were able to process his words better. Death, you were dying. Us. You had never realized there was an us. You couldn’t help but press your face against your hand. You think you could die at peace like this. You weren’t sure if the tears on your face were his or yours? Maybe both. You were so tired- you felt so relaxed with his warm body and wings covering you. We’re the woods always this quiet? It was getting harder to keep your eyes open. Rhysand’s hold tightened.

Rhysand came to the realization if he was panicked you would feel it- he needed to calm himself for you. It was the least he could do. He took shaky breaths pressing his forehead agaisnt yours. “I’m so sorry..” he muttered agaisnt your skin.

“..you have nothing to be sorry for…” you grunted out. “..I love you Rhysand.”

“Don’t call me that.” He groaned out. Nudging his head against your body gently. Your choked laugh filled his ears.

“I love you so much Rhys.” You said again. He made a noise of pain and kissed your wet eyelids.

“I have loved you with every fiber of my being since the day I met you, and I will continue loving you until the day I die..” He whispered loudly. His lips were soft as they gently pressed to the tip of your nose. He watched as your shaky hand reached forward to wipe his watery eyes. Your fingertips were soft. He savored the moment, closing his eyes. Until he felt your hand fall. His eyes widened open, panic settling in. Your eyes were fighting to stay open. Your chin lifted foward as if to kiss him. He bent forward. His forehead again rested against yours. You were both staring at eachother. Something snapped- a gold tether between you too. You felt your heart throb one last time. And everything went dark.

Rhysand screamed. It was guttal and terrifying to Azriel who stood off to the side giving you two privacy. He felt his heart break. You were dead.

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Rhysand refused to let you go. Your corpse remained in his bed- it had been two days after your death. Somehow his magic had kept your body intact and clean. He refused to eat, drink, or even leave your side. He spent his hours curled up agaisnt you, crying and begging for you to come back. You were his mate. He had loved you as much more then a friend for a millennia of years by now, and he had a sneaking hint you were mates. But the mother was so cruel- killing you just as soon as the bond snapped.

His claws dug into your skin gently as he rocked your corpse back and forth. A knock sounded at the door, eliciting a growl from him. Azriel stepped in.

“Rhys. You need to eat. Y/n wouldn’t want you-“

“Don’t say her fucking name!” Rhysand growled, eyes going dark. Azriel shivered in fear at the sudden darkness. Nobody could get to Rhys. It was scary. His brother was slowly killing himself. And they couldn’t do anything about it.

Azriel nodded and left the room, deciding to leave it be. Rhysand curled his wings back around you. He climbed on top of you, gently straddling. A few tears dropped down his face, landing on yours. His forehead met yours.

“Bring her back home- please..” He cried out.

Rhysand flinched. He was hearing things now. Was he in so much pain he was delusional now? He whimpered. He thought he could hear you calling his name. Maybe his time has finally come and he’ll be with you again.

“Rhys..!”

Rhysand jumped, hearing your sickly coughs. You. You. You. You were breathing. He was surely in the afterlife now. His head dropped to your chest, ignoring your cries of his name in favor of hearing your heartbeat. It was there- you were alive.

Rhysand choked on a sob. He didn’t know what to say.

“Rhysand!” You yelled louder. He flinched.

“Get off of me- your suffocating me you big Illyrian baby.” You groaned. He wuickly jumped off of you. Onyl to wrap you in his arms and cradle you to his lap like a child.

“Rhys?” You questioned. His head was pressed to your chest again. Where your heart was. You felt something wet drip down.

“You were dead. Gone- dead. I lost you!” He choked out. “I thought..” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he made a whimpering noise. He was having a full break down.

“Rhys. I’m right here, I’m alive, calm down.” You muttered. Your body was sore but you couldn’t feel much right now. All you could focus on was the weird attached feeling towards the male holding you. How were you alive? You had no idea. But you weren’t mad. That’s for sure.

Rhysand gently pushed you down against his sheets. You were in his bed, in his shirt and boxers. You smelled of him. There wasn’t much to say. He was acting on instinct. His hand roamed your body, as if ensuring you were real. His wings cradled you, blocking out the world. He grabbed your face, turning it, inspecting you.

“Rhysand!” You snapped. He flinched in response. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m fine.” You repeated trying to calm his mother hen. You could feel his emotions now.

“No. You’re not going anywhere. That’s for sure.” He whispered, eyes holding a dark look. You nodded in response. You flushed slightly, remembering. He was your mate. He finally smiled down at you. It was slightly crazed, but it was better than crying. His eyes were puffy.

“I’m here to stay.” You whispered as his lips slowly met yours. Your first kiss with him.

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Rhysand was very clingy. The last two weeks have been spent with him up your ass. The inner circle was delighted to see you alive. And Cassian begged forgiveness. He thought it was his fault. You assured him, it wasn’t his fault. Which led to Rhysand sitting you down and giving you a very long lecture. You weren’t allowed on missions until next starfall. Of course, it annoyed you. But you also decided to relent and obey Rhysand this time. Armen said you were a miracle and not to question your resurrection.

You and Rhysand had been taking it slow as far as the bond. It strictly stayed to small pecks on the lips. He wanted to ravish you- but he wanted you to be comfortable with him. You were. How couldn’t you be? Azriel told you how he stayed beside your body. It made you tear up. And now, all that was left of the ‘accident’ was a protective Rhys. He refused to leave your side for more than an hour. Sleeping arrangements were made where you could sleep in his room or yours, but best belive he had to be in the same room. If you didn’t want him touching you that night he was more then happy to sit in a chair and do paperwork (and watch you as you sleep but you didn’t know that.) But you always ended up wanting him by you. It brung comfort.

You were ready for more. Specifically tonight. You convinced Rhysand that you would be okay while he joined his brothers at Rita’s. But you knew he’d be back within two hours. And would waste no time attaching to you. So you worked fast. You made yourself look pretty in the mirror feeling slightly self conscious. You felt a shift in the air realizing Rhysand was near. You rushed to the kitchen looking at the meal you prepared. You were shaking. This was embarrassing. What if he didn’t want you?

“Love?” Rhysand’s sweet voice filled the air as he sensed your distress and rushed into the dining room. He paused upon seeing you. You were gorgeous. No female on this planet could hold a candle to your beauty. He swallowed the saliva building in his mouth. You were standing in one of those sundresses. He gulped. You were clammy. His eyes slid to the plate of food where he usually sat for dinner. His eyes slid back to yours.

He felt himself harden. “Y/n?” He whispered.

“I’m accepting the bond.” You whispered.

“Say it again.” He demanded.

“I’m accepting the bond Rhys.” You said louder, feeling embarrassed until he plopped down on the chair. He wasted no time in devouring his food. It was gone in under two minutes. His eyes found yours again.

“I suggest you sit and eat your plate. Because once I get you in my room you’re not coming out for a very long while.” His pupils were dilated and his wings were flared. He was holding himself back.

You certainly didn’t waste any time eating your plate.

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