#its rough but i gave it an honest try

[onebadnoodle]

i'll be honest i don't think i'm finishing this any time soon

[fluloa]

WET | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 1]

“Again.”

You grunt, arms tired and soar, and you feel like crying. Sometimes— no, all the time, you wished that anyone else was your teacher instead of Jake. Who cares if he was once a human as well? He hasn't been one in years and if you were honest, he's more harsher than the actual natives. You've heard that when he was a younger na'vi, he was a bit of a troublemaker. Which is why you're so confused as to why he always has a stick up his fucking ass with you.

Some of your braids fall in front of your face as you look down, shoulders sinking, "But—"

"No buts," Jake sterns, gripping at your forearm and shoving it upwards to which you whine at, "arms up."

With a whimper, you stretch out the bow, back twinging in pain as the dips of your fingers sting. Jake moves, eyeing you from a different angle before gliding behind you. He surprises you when he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you yelp out. His grip is hard.

"Your back needs to be straight like this." He teaches, demonstrating your now straightened back that is pushed up against his torso. "Not hunched over like this," he pushes your shoulder forward, setting your back into the position you were before.

The thing was, Jake had a very physical type of communication. Something that annoyed you and gave you a shameful amount of pleasure at the same time.

"Otherwise, the strength in your pullback is weakened." He steps back with a click of his tongue, "thought you already learned that, girl."

That nickname again. God, you didn't know why, but it did something to you. Made something swirl hot in the pit of your stomach. Just the deep husk of his voice brewing out the word—

You blink, a quick shake of your head and a flick of your tail and you can feel his gaze burn into your head.

"What is it?"

You turn to him, analysing the look on his face and it's something that you can't put your finger on. You hope it isn't disappointment. You clear your throat, "what is what?"

His eyebrows crease together into a frown before they raise against his forehead. "You're unfocused. Distracted. Like you've got something on your mind."

"I don't," you say, scratching an itchy place on your arm as you try your best to keep your face plain.

"You do. Spit it out," he demands, folding his arms and you can't help but let your eyes flicker to the thick bulge of them. He catches the motion. His eyebrows raise again, but this time it's for a different reason. He circles you again, but this time, it's for a different reason. "You look flustered," he comments, and you swear you see the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

"I'm not," you rush, eyes widened and heart picking up a hundred times pace.

Jake stops behind you again, tilting his head as you eye him from the side. The warmth of his breath fans against your neck. "You are." He whispers, his tone low and it sends goosebumps through your body. "What? You need a release?"

He says it so casually that it makes you almost choke on your own spit.

"I don't understand, sir." You feel heat rise to your cheeks, head spinning as you try and contemplate what he had just said.

"Not that much to understand. A release is a release." He shrugs, "Not that hard to give it to you. Just gotta tell me if you want it."

Your body is hot. Like, really hot. You feel like you'll explode in any second, and you're not sure if it's in a good or a bad way. You finally meekly turn your head around to see him staring down at you, his eyes relaxed with his jaw set loose. It's intimidating. He really thinks this is normal. You let your eyes slip, flicking to the sweet curve of his lips and that's when he knows.

He pushes you to the closest tree with his hand gripped at your upper arm, and it’s like you’re entranced to just let him do it. Your back hits the tree, its rough bark spiking your skin. You feel the urge to sink your head down into its trunk when Jake leans over, scooping his fingers under your hair and cupping your neck. He pulls you up, sealing his lips to yours and you’re almost rising on your toes from his grip. His other hand glides to support the side of your thigh, fingers rough as they dig into the plush of your skin and never relax. His lips are smooth, melting against yours when he slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s the opposite of chaste as he molds you with the skilful flick of his tongue, holding the back of your head with a heavy hand and beginning to rub gentle circles with his fingers on your thigh.

It’s enough to have the hot swirl spend in your stomach, enough to have you panting and wanting more. Your hands finally pick up enough courage to place them on his shoulders, not without the jitter of your fingers and you can feel a quiet scoff come from him. Dickhead. He probably thinks this is some kind of game, that you’re just a little piece of entertainment for him to end the day. Your thoughts crumble when he suddenly pushes your thigh up, jutting you against him as he wraps your leg around his waist.

His hand finds your lower stomach, resting there for a moment as his fingers curl against your small pouch. Then, his hand slips down, catches onto the mangy material of your loincloth, and he finally breaks your mouth from his. A string of saliva thins and sticks to the bottom of your lip, your chest rising quickly and your breath uneven.

He wipes it for you with the flat of his thumb, then dips it into his own mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat between your thighs begin to moisture. With his eyes still on you, his fingers dive, picking up the front of your loincloth and flipping it to sit at your thigh. Your connected gaze breaks when his eyes flicker to your lower body, a glimpse of his eyes twitching wide for a second and you feel a wave of embarrassment creep over you.

“Fuck, isn’t that a pretty little sight.” He mutters, then looking at your loin cloth, then back up to you. “Take it off.”

You lay there for a second, heart racing and cheeks warm. He snaps you into action when his head tilts, an action you’ve come to learn as ‘did you not just hear what I said or do I have to make you hear it?’

Finally, the loincloth falls loose, sliding down your hips and onto the ground. Immediately, his thumb is on your clit, circling the bud teasingly and painfully slow. His other hand holds your hip, keeping you comfy in between the tree and himself. He watches you with curious eyes, catching the way your breath hitches and the way your lips fall split.

Two fingers lather down your split, feathering at your folds and experimentally teasing around your entrance. “You always get this wet?” He breathily asks, and you can’t tell if the question is out of proper impressment or just plain teasing. When he doesn’t see you answering, his fingers at your jaw, a lean in with his head. His lips are a centimetre away from yours as he frowns, “I asked you a question.”

You gulp, and a whine breaks from your throat when he presses down onto your clit. “I don’t know…”

He pinches your clit. You jump in his grasp. “Fi—Fine! No.”

He gives a slow kiss to the dip of your neck, flicking at your clit lazily and it makes your thighs fucking tremble. His middle and ring fingers ghost over your pulsing entrance, and you wonder why this man is such a tease. “Tell me you want it,” he mumbles.

His teeth sneak past his lips to nip at your skin, pulling on it gently with his tongue sponging out as well. You knew a hickey was on its way.

“Come on, I want to hear it.” Jake encourages, a hard roll to your clit that has your eyes rolling back with it. He bites down into your neck, a gasp flying from you when you feel his fangs dig into your skin. “Don’t make me force it outta ya,” he warns, the dark edge to his voice dampening his fingers with your running slick.

“Yes, I… I want it,” you whisper. The girth of his two middle fingers slip into your cunt smooth and you can’t help but groan. You stretch out and around him, and a small smile twitches across Jake’s face.

He whistles low and quiet, “Look at the way you suck me in,” he almost says to himself, eyeing the way his blue fingers dissolve into you. He starts moving them in and out gently, to which you gasp loud at. A quiet, taunting laugh is heard from above you. “That’s right.”

His fingers are long and thick, and you can feel the many callouses imprinted on them as they drag along your walls. The moment of gentle is gone when Jake picks up the pace, digging his thumb into your clit. Your back arches, hands digging into his shoulders before falling to the muscle of his arms.

The speed becomes into a ferocious one. It’s rough and unforgiving, like he’s trying to reach deep inside of you and pull something out. The hand on your hip shifts, to speed past your top and press down hard onto your right boob. He squeezes it, rolling the nipple in between the gap of his two fingers. Your breathing gets stuck inside your throat as you choke out a whimper. “Jake—“

“Quit whining.” Jake snaps, then a quick pinch to your nipple. “Take it.”

His fingers curl inside of you, make your body jolt and a hot lick of fire whip through your belly. His palm replaces his thumb on your clit, the length of his fingers jammed full into your cunt as the tough layer of skin of his palm rubs against it. Your hips jerk against him, the grip on his arms tight like if you let go, you'll die.

You let out a tiny moan, and Jake grips at your jaw again, his finger playing at the bottom of your lip before pulling it open, having your mouth in an O shape. "Don't hold back on those noises now, girl."

The band in your stomach tightens, a hard pull to your body and your head slumps against the tree. You can feel its tiny flecks of wood dig into your scalp, but you don't care because all you can focus on is Jake's fingers, moving in and out of you in such a pace, you could catch fire. Now you understand what he's trying to pull out of you, and it's not in a nice way. The release. Like once he gets his hands on it, he'll rip it out.

And he does. You feel your vision fall blurry when your orgasm, the release, crashes through you, rocking your body hard. You cry out, voice cracking into pieces. His fingers keep working up into you, helping you through your high as you regain sensibility. Everything is silent, except for your ragged breathing. You finally blink up at him. He blinks down at you. He pulls his fingers leisurely out of you, the cool of the night's air hitting your bare cunt. He looks down at his soaked fingers before dipping them into his mouth, tongue flatting against them and sucking them clean. You can't read his face.

He puts you back down onto the ground, your knees wobbly and you'd fall over if it weren't for the tree pressed up against your back at the moment. Jake's eyebrows raise slightly.

"Better?" He asks, and before you can respond he's walking away, the leaves underneath his feet making a crushing noise. You're left with only your timid breath, as your loincloth lays messy around your toes.

here’s part two bc yall were THIRSTY. ur welcome alien fuckers💙

[lolliepopcrusader]

Calling all chronic creatives - here's how to up your crochet game!

I'm an avid crocheter, but holding the hook for long periods of time became exhausting and painful. Being chronically ill, losing the ability to enjoy my hobbies was tough for me accept.

My husband took me to the craft store and we purchased a ergonomic crochet handle. This handle needed to fit my criteria;

able to hold a variety of hook sizes

hold up to high tension crochet projects (I do a lot of amigurumi crochet, which you need to complete with tight tension)

reduce my wrist/hand pain

reduce the amount of grip strength needed to hold the hook to avoid fatigue

This ergonomic crochet handle *seemed* to tick all these boxes. It was quite an expensive purchase and to be honest, I was disappointed in it in all aspects.

The purchased handle uses small rubber stoppers to hold the crochet hook in place, but as you are crocheting the hook works loose and spins around inside it. The handle itself was too small, making it painful to hold. I had to use a lot of grip strength to keep it in my hand, which is what I was trying to avoid by purchasing the darn thing. The little knobbly bit at the end really dug into my hand and hurt. It was so annoying to use and I gave up on it altogether after three days of using it (not to mention one of the rubber pieces broke apart within hours).

I expressed my disappointment to my husband, and he decided to come to my rescue! Over the course of a week, he designed me his own ergonomic crochet handle in a computer program called CAD. He then printed it out using his 3D printer. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this new handle - its a game changer!

During the design process, he took into consideration all of my complaints about the disappointing handle and my criteria that I had listed. The handle he designed is bigger, so it uses less grip strength to hold it in place which also reduces my pain.

Instead of using rubber stoppers like the other handle, he designed a 'lock and key' system for keeping the crochet hooks in place and it works fabulously! The hook never moves and I'm really rough with my crochet hooks. It holds up to my high tension crochet projects and I have completed many amigurumi with it, even small, intricate items. Since it is designed with the lock and key system, my husband was easily able to print different keys to be able to hold multiple sizes. I've got keys ranging from 1.25mm all the way up to 6mm!

I can now crochet for hours on end and I swear my crochet skills have gotten so much better.

After expressing my delight at the crochet handle my husband designed for me, both him and I want others to be able to experience the freedom that I now have when crocheting. With chronic illnesses, its important for you to be able to continue with your passions as much as possible, so we have decided to make this crochet handle a sellable physical item for others to enjoy.

Here's the link to purchase one if you would like to give it a go!

Each crochet handle will come with the hook sizes;

1.25mm

2mm

3mm

4mm

4.25mm

5mm

6mm

If you want other hook sizes, send us a message and we can design one.

The cost of the handle and keys covers the cost of the 3D printing material, we are not making a profit off of this because we want as many people suffering from chronic illness to be able to enjoy crocheting again. We are happy to post internationally as we are based in New Zealand, send us a message before purchasing so that I can get you the cost of shipping.

I hope you will love this crochet handle and hook set as much as I have!

[satorusugurugurl]

That angst fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫 got me thinking, what about a similar smut fic where when reader is stressed and overworked the boys try to be gentle and caring but all she wants is to be rough fucked, degraded, the works. She has to plead with them but they eventually cave. But once they are done it’s back to soft and sweet aftercare. So basically, open masochist reader :3 I could also lowkey imagine reader being insecure about wanting it to be rough and mean, I see so much stuff of people demonizing it on social media, definitely makes it something that is difficult to be open about. I think a lot of ppl also get it confused with CNC which is not the same thing. Consent and safety are what matters

-🍭

Salty and Sweet

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, FAB!Reader

Warning content: smut, dirty talk, vulgar language, , Satoru is a bit hesitant

Word Count: 1,680

A/N: Anon, you have inspired me. This is a little blurb of what I could see happening in a case like this! I’m working on Escort!Gojo and another request! I was hoping to have that request done tonight (but it’s taken a life of its own) I try to post once a day, but I’ve been working ten-hour days for the last two weeks, so I’m exhausted. 😵‍💫

Your boyfriends watched as you paced back and forth, arms crossed as you chewed on your bottom lip. You had mentioned wanting to talk to them about trying something new, but you seemed to be hesitant and struggling to find the right words. If they were being honest, it was almost cute seeing you struggle to voice what you wanted. The timid, innocent side of you was so adorable the duo wanted to smother you with kisses and cuddles.

“I don’t know if I can say it!” You yelled out, tilting your head back with a groan.

Suguru smiled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Trust me, this is a safe space.” While his words were comforting, you still found yourself hesitant to voice your wants.

“Suguru’s right. There’s only one way to know if we’re okay with what you want us to try.” Satoru added, leaning back against the couch with a yawn.

“I know! I know!” Your flustered tension was shifting into more frustration. “I just don’t want you to, ya know, think that I’m some deviant.”

Satoru and Suguru shared a look; their years of friendship always came out in times like these; they both held hands in front of their mouth before leaning in close to each other. Their voices dropped maybe a tone as they fake whispered to each other.

“Do you wanna tell her or me?”

“You tell her that being in a poly-relationship is pretty deviant.”

“Oh yeah, for sure!”

Satoru’s head jerked in your direction with a devious smirk. “Hey, you kno—“ Satoru smacked his lips together the instant he saw how flushed you were, how you hugged yourself as tight as you could while you watched them in mortification. “Y/N, hey, no, it’s okay.” The duo stood from their spots on the couch, their stomachs dropping as you dropped your head, focusing on the ground.

Whatever it was that you wanted to try had you twisted in knots of unease and shyness. “Please, for once, can you guys take me seriously.” The room was like being in the eye of a hurricane before it hit. “This is hard for me to say because many people misinterpret what I wanted in the past. I don’t want to scare you guys off or have you look at me any differently.” Suguru put a reassuring hand on your back, gently rubbing it up and down, encouraging you to continue while Satoru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Sorry, please tell us.”

“Yeah, we won’t look at you any differently.”

A bitter scoff escaped the back of your throat. “You say that now, but so many people in the past demonized what I wanted and got it confused with different kinks.”

“Y/N, come on, babe, just tell us.”

With a deep breath, you sighed with a nod. “Okay, just promise you’ll at least consider what I’m asking. You can take as much time as you need.” Both your boyfriends nodded in understanding. Fuck, your hands were clammy as you shook them out. Now was the time. “I-I want you both to be mean to me in bed.” You blurted out.

You waited for the worst reactions. Like them pulling away from you in disgust, asking a million questions, or wanting to comply with your desires. Which was fine. They were not required to do what you wanted in bed.

Neither of them did anything close to that. They just hummed, watching you, waiting for you to continue like they wanted you to specify what that meant. What you wanted, how you wanted it, when you longed for this to occur. You were waiting a second more for your glance up between your dark-haired boyfriend before your gaze drifted to Satoru.

“Okay, so, I was hoping maybe we could have really rough sex? Maybe you could degrade me, be a little nastier?”

Gojo’s beautiful ivory skin was dusted with a faint blush, his eyes leaving you before focusing on Suguru. “I don’t have much experience in that; could you give me some pointers, Suguru?” Suguru didn’t need to answer because one second you were standing between them, and the next you were over his shoulder with Gojo trailing behind like a puppy.

Minutes passed, or maybe it had been hours. It was hard to tell with all the oxytocin and dopamine that flooded your brain. Your wants and needs were finally embraced for the first time. Suguru took the lead, and fuck Satoru was right. Suguru did have pointers for him.

“Oooh~ you nasty fucking slut.” Suguru degraded his hands wrapped in your hair, forcing you to choke on Satoru’s cock. “Taking two cocks at once like a dirty nasty fucking whore.”

”S-Suguru, do you have to be so mean?” Satoru was struggling a bit more to really get into the whole degrading you thing. He wasn't uncomfortable with it, more so that he wasn’t sure how to do it. He needed practice to ease himself out of the role as a soft dom and more into a hard, demanding dom.

Suguru cocked a dark eyebrow up at his boyfriend as his cock slammed in and out of your dripping pussy. “Mean?” He pulled your hair lifting you off Satoru’s cock. “I’m not being mean in the slightest. Look at our dirty slut.” Following Suguru’s demands, Satoru looked down at you, his cock twitching as you both made eye contact.

You were a drooling mess. Eyes rolled back into your head as Suguru snapped his hips forward, causing a yelp to rise from your throat. Your hair was a disheveled mess, tears were staining your cheeks, and goddamn, you looked like you were having so much fucking fun.

“M-More~” you begged, tongue lolling out as Suguru pucked up the pace of his thrusts. “M-More, please!”

”Oh, Oh!” Suguru smirked, releasing your hair, causing your head to drop into Satoru’s bare lap. “You heard her, Satoru, the greedy little whore wants more.”

“Yeah?” Satoru gently stroked strands of hair out of your face as you struggled to keep your head up. “You want a more sweet girl?”

”Y-Yeah, I do.”

Satoru needed some form of guidance, so he looked up to his best friend. His dark hair pulled over his right shoulder, his dark eyes transfixed on your head. “Go on, Satoru, give her what she wants.” The way Suguru purred Satoru’s name had you both shivering.

”Okay, okay,” Satoru gently pulled your hair, “you’re going to suck my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

”Y-Yes Satoru, I’ll suck it for you, I’ll suck it, so go—oooh!!” Suguru slapped Satoru’s hand away. ”Naggh! Ah fuck S-Sugu!”

”You’re doing it all wrong, you himbo.” Satoru gritted his teeth as Suguru forced your mouth down onto his cock again. “She wants you to be fucking mean. Trust me. I feel her slutty fucking cunt clenching around me. She loves this, don’t you, Y/N?” All you could do was hum in response, deepthroating Satru breathing through your nose. “Look at her, being a greedy fucking whore, getting all her holes filled at once.”

Between the warmth of your mouth and the tears in your eyes, Satoru’s balls tightened, his ab’s flexing as he gently began fucking into your mouth. “Fucking slut.” Satoru’s words had you whimpering around him, and you bobbed your head faster, eager for him to degrade you more.

”That’s more like it, Satoru!” Suguru grinned, his free hand reaching down, rubbing your cit in fast circles. “Keep talking to her like that. She’s getting so close.”

You mumbled in agreement, only to have your words choked off by the fat cock forcing its way further down your throat. “What was that? You want to cum bitch?” You could only gag. “Ah, sorry, it’s hard to hear you when you're gagging on my cock.”

You gagged, cried, and trembled as both men fucked into you ruthlessly, your walls clamped down, eyes rolling back as you clutched the sheets so hard you were surprised that they didn’t rip as your orgasm hit you. It was so intense, wave after wave of pleasure! You moaned and gagged around Satoru’s cock; the white-haired man let out a whimper as he fucking his cum down your throat, biting his lip as your tight cunt hugged Suguru so tight you fell against you back, rutting into you like some animal in rut.

“Oh fuck princess, oh fuck, you want all my cum~? Hm? Then take it!” With one final deep thrust, Suguru came inside your still-twitching cunt. “Oooh fucking hell! That’s it, milk me bitch, milk me for all I got!” It was somewhere in between that moment that Gojo gently pulled you off his sensitive cock. “H-Haah shit baby.”

“S-She felt so good.”

This was heaven. You were in heaven with your boyfriends. You felt so satisfied, so normal, and thankful as the two of them were not at all shaming you for your kinks. God, thinking about all of the nasty little things they would say and do to you from now on turned you on.

“Felt good?” you panted roughly as Suguru smirked. “you honestly thought this skank would be content with one orgasm? No, we're nowhere near being done, are we, princess?” You were lifted with ease by Suguru as he planted you directly in Satoru’s lap. “Let’s continue, shall we?” His cock brushed over your bottom lip. “Safeword is pineapple.”

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 — 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 & 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, this is a dark fic. noncon / chikan, cuckhold ( kinda ), dacryphilia, fingering, geto is a bad, bad man and gojo has potential to be corrupted, age gap ( gojo and geto are significantly older than reader ), forced clothed stimulation, use of the word r*pe, suggested pain kink, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous; nonnie, you’re filthy minded and i love it. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Aw, poor baby,” Geto croons in your ear, his wicked grin tickling your lobe. you whine and turn away, kneading your shoulders to try and force him off of you, but with your wrists pinned together at the small of your back with one of his much stronger fists, you couldn’t go anywhere. he had you tight to his abdomen, his free hand grasping your face and angling it in a helpless, apologetic Gojo’s direction. “Are you going to cry?”

you sniffle, wincing, and look up at Gojo. he’s in no position to help you, either. surrounded by curses just waiting to pounce if Geto gave the word; even if they would’ve been a piece of cake to take on one at a time, or in pairs, he couldn’t hope to overpower them all, and he wasn’t trying. Geto had made it abundantly clear that to struggle would be the end of you. you knew that, but you still looked to him to rescue you now. after all, he was your mentor, and the strongest sorcerer you’d ever met. surely, he could save you. surely, he could stop this. “Gojo-sensei,” you whisper, twin tears escaping when Geto’s hand traces lower, and forces its way into your uniform top, “help me, please.”

Geto hums with glee, grasping a rough handful of your breast, skewing your top, and listens to you whine. “She’s soft,” you could feel Geto’s lips on your neck, planting hot, cruel bites, before he turns his eyeline to stare at his rival— mock Gojo from behind you. “Want to feel?”

“Suguru.” Gojo warns, his baritone even and soft, as if he’s still talking to his friend and not some maniacal visage of him. he tried to ignore your pitiful whimpering of his name, and the tears glistening on your cheeks as you fight against your assailant, and his icy gaze remained glued on Geto. maybe he knew it was impossible already, but he wanted to bargain with him. “You’re hurting her.”

but Geto scoffs, and pinches each of your nipples hard enough to elicit a squeal, and pulls you upright when you try to double over to escape him. “I know.” he mumbles, before his hand travels south, popping the buttons on your top from the inside until it hangs open, exposing your chest to your mentor. Geto had pulled your bra up to rest against your clavicle, so your breasts were free underneath, and aching from the abuse. you didn’t want to see it, but Gojo’s gaze flickered downward, if only for a moment, and his jaw tightened. “And you’re jealous, aren’t you?” Geto taunts.

“No, I want you to stop.”

“Sure you are,” Geto continues, and grabs your waistband, shoving it downwards. you immediately start to babble and plead with him not to do this, attempting to wrench your arms free. you just wanted to grab your shorts and keep them up, but he wouldn’t let you. unfortunately, all of that struggling made it even easier for him to work your shorts and panties halfway down your thighs, and before you can snap them closed, he cups your sex. “You’ve wanted to do this for a while, haven’t you? Come on, be honest with me, Satoru: just how often have you thought about overpowering this one? Making her cry just like this?” Geto’s open mouth trails along your wet cheek, collecting tears on his tongue, but he smiles at Gojo, “We could rape her together, you know.”

“Stop…” you beg, clamping your thighs tight around his hand, “please, please stop…” you were sobbing, now, sniffling and staring at Gojo. you were half begging to him, too. make it stop. make it stop. make it stop.

Gojo’s teeth grind, and he shifts, and for the first time, you can see a rosé tint to his cheeks. his impossibly aquamarine eyes fall towards his feet, and your own gaze follows. it was blatantly apparent by the tent sticking out from his trousers that he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

or, maybe it was the sound of your crying that’d made him hard.

either thought was frightening to you.

but Geto’s fingers worm their way between your netherlips, stroking along your most sensitive region, coaxing more and more tears and frantic scrambling, teasing your weeping hole by pushing just the very tip of his digit in to watch you snub. Geto looks to Gojo. “I bet you’ve always wondered how tight your beloved pupil is,” he husks, pushing against your entrance, “how wet she gets. I can tell you, she’s fucking soaking my fingers, Gojo.” Geto chuckles, then adds, his face smushed against yours, “The princess is tight, too. We could take turns on her, stick it in and listen to her scream.” you were shaking your head, babbling incessantly under your ragged breath, and he frowns, mocking you, “No?” applying more force, he pushing his forefinger inside and groans to himself when your walls clamp down on the intruder. “We could always shove both our cocks in at the same time. Make your little cunt stretch to take us both.”

Gojo cursed under his breath, hands balled into fists at his sides, but, even as he tried not to look at you, he was stealing glances of your decimation. and getting off on it.

“Gojo-sensei…” you whimper, again, hoping to remind him that you needed help. remind him that he didn’t want to participate in your destruction. you stare at him, horrified and flustered, and when his eyes meet yours, it tells you everything you need to know.

he wouldn’t save you. even if he could.

“He doesn’t want to make me stop,” Geto purrs, kissing at the corner of your trembling lips, “look at him. His cock is hard watching you struggle. He wants to hurt you, too.”

“N—no…!” you gasp when his finger curls, knuckle deep inside of your, “G—Gojo—“

but you stop calling for him, because Geto has ripped his finger free from your body, and uses that hand to grip the back of your neck, pushing you down to your knees with both vices. “You don’t believe me?” he taunts, taking a step, pushing you right along the floor. your knees work, your hands plant their palms against the ground, and you use them to crawl so he doesn’t drag you, inching your way painfully and pathetically towards where Gojo stood. “See for yourself, baby.”

Gojo’s arms twitched at his sides when you’re sat in front of him, but he doesn’t reach to keep Geto from shoving your face against the crotch of his pants. you whimper, muffled, your open mouth smearing over the rough fabric and the firm, sizable muscle trapped beneath it. you could smell his cologne, laundry detergent, and the soap that still clung to his skin from his last shower, but more than that, you could smell the rawness of his arousal attempting to soak through his pants and on to your tongue. you scrunch your nose; but it’s a dizzying scent. Gojo lets out a breathy moan, and you don’t fail to notice how his hips rock forward to rub his hard on against your face. Geto practically howls with laughter, bobbing your head up and down against Gojo’s sheathed cock. “Still think your proud mentor wishes he could save you? Listen to the sounds he’s making, stupid girl. He doesn’t want to save you. If anything, he’s hoping that, when I’m finished, he can have a turn. he wants to fuck you helpless and weak, just like I do.”

“Gojo—“ you try to look up at him, your eyelashes glued together with your tears, your pupils pinned. you didn’t want it to be true, but Gojo couldn’t find the words to deny it. he just moans, one hand falling to rest on the crown of your head, keeping you there.

Geto tilts his head to one side, gripping the back of your neck, “What do you say, old friend?” he teases, shoving you closer, “I can make the little whore choke on your cock while I fuck her senseless.” Gojo looked uncertain, and that horrified you. he was no longer trying to convince Geto not to abuse you, but he was weighing the pros and cons of joining him. Geto saw this, too, and his evil grin etched upwards. “I know you, Satoru,” he assures the other, prying your head back so you could gasp for air and struggle against his grip, but he leans closer to Gojo, “and I can tell you’ve been waiting for a long time for an opportunity to fuck this bitch. Come on, break her with me.”

Gojo looks from Geto, then down to you, his hand falling from the top of your head. for a moment, you thought he would refuse, and you felt a short-lived wave of relief wash over you.

until he snatched at his zipper.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” he mumbles, half hearted, using one hand to hold your chin angled up towards him while the other retrieves his solid cock and pulls it through the gap provided. you seal your lips, pressing them together tight as another round of liquid diamonds rain from your ducts, but Geto blocks you between them, reaching down with both hands to grab your waist and hoist you back on to your feet. as soon as you’re standing, you can feel his own erection against your quivering thighs where he’d taken it out, too, and, keeping one hand tightly gripping your waist, he uses the other flat between your shoulder blades to bend you, until you’re eye level with Gojo’s cock. “You can take it, I know you can.” Gojo was mumbling, probably trying to make the guilt dissipate. “Be good, okay?” he gives your cheek a gentle pat, “I won’t let him make it hurt if you’re good.”

[saewokhrisz]

have u ever talked anywhere about your coloring or composition processes? u are honestly one of my favorite artists and i would love to hear any insight on how you make pieces 💓

wahh thank you TTT !!! I did sorta give a very simplistic answer here but it was more of my simpler sketchy style so lemme redo that, ill try to be consise and make this understandable ?? its a bit hard cuz it honest to god depends on what Kind of piece im even drawing, cuz for some i go the whole length of doing lineart flats and all that, others i just just fuck around untill it looks right?

i do usually start with a rough sketch or colour draft, especially with more compley pieces this helps with figuring out the feel, honestly i should spend more time drafting properly, figuring out poses and such but im so lazy i just go w the first thing that looks good

then just lines over the colour draft, fixing lots of anatomy and proportion stuff, and depending on how i wanna do the colours ill either keep the colour layers or merge them together and have the edited colours as the base colour (this might not even make sense help)

see this piece at the time gave me an insane ammount of trouble with lighting and colours, so after trying to render i ended up merging everything together....which i dont USUALLY do but the rendering is pretty similar except usually i have colours be seperated by layer,

ANYWAYS sadly i dont have a process on how it got from flats to this specific render for this piece...but i still followed my initial drafts/plans with vibe and colours and just painted over it, its why i make it after all!

but honestly a lot of times its just very simple colours and just trying to mainting good contrast and values !!!! and THEN fucking around with colours and rextures, for other pieces i kinda just paint as i go? i have this timelapse of my justice piece that may be a bit more help!

it includes the initial colour draft, the cleanup/lining process, flats, rendering, and all that so its probs the most accurate timelapse of my morecomplex work processes, with stuff that doesnt include heavier backgrounds, which is a whole OTHER topic honestly

im sorry if i cant explain it more cohesively, i genuinely barely know what im doing most times and go by muscle memory and stuff i Know but cant. Explain? like i know how light and folds work since i observed and studied them but i cannot put it into words at all )--)0

my brushes also contribute a lot to how i render and colour, depending on what i use, you can find the swatches for them here !

[kachowder]

Please I need ANYTHING with Mickey I have a weakness for gingers and I want him to exploit that

A/N: You can consider this canon or non canon.

Tw: Mickey kinda weirdo ngl

“Sugar? You think you can help me with that barrel over there?”

You peaked up from the book you had lost yourself in, gazing at the cowboy who was currently cuttin up some wood for the barbecue you were plannin later.

“Sure thing Mic.”

“Mickey.”

You paused, a soft laugh pouring out of your throat that had the pale southerner lookin to the side shyly.

“Right Mickey, my bad.”

With a dramatic groan you pulled yourself out of your hammock, and trudged your way over to the wine barrel Mic- mickey, had set aside for you.

You eyed it for a moment, figuring out the best way to get this thing moving while a certain cowboy stared you down.

Pushing up the sleeves of your flannel, you crouched down, lodging your fingers under one side of the barrel, and propping the rest on the top side.

With a deep breath you pulled the barrel up into the air before catching it, bridal style in your arms and heading towards the cellar.

Cerulean eyes dilated while watching you work.

His addams apple bobbed down slowly with a thick swallow as he gazed at your forearms and sweaty neck.

Fuck your were Goddamn hot.

He could practically feel his dead heart thundering within his chest.

Watching you work always brought out something primal in him. He didn’t know what to be honest. Maybe it was the sound and sight of your blood rushing. Maybe watching your muscles flex was what gave him that fluttering feeling.

Maybe. Maybe he wanted you to toss him around like that sometimes too.

When you finally set down the barrel, you yelped slightly at the shadowing presence that squished its into your back, trapping you against the barrel.

“Mickey! what the hell-“

His gaze made you blink. Once. Twice. Nope still there.

His eyes were lidded, hazed over, and you couldn’t tell if they were even looking at you at this point. He looked like he was zoning out.

But that shouldn’t have been the case. Not with the way his rough hands began trailing up your forearms. Mapping out each vein and divet. Each bruise or scar from the hard labour you put in while on the farm.

His breath poured over your cheek, and you cringed inwardly at the feeling of the pink cowboy taking a deep breath.

His fingers played with the sleeves of your shirt, tugging and pulling, pushing them up to expose more skin and then pulling them back down as if it was lewd.

You didn’t really know what to make of this behavior.

You’re shoulders shook slightly, when his hands finally met at your neck, and peeled down the fabric of your shirt, watching with bated breath as it slide down your shoulders.

“Uh…Mic-“

“Mickey.”

It was practically a growl now, that burned your ear when he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your jaw, and nearly making you shoulder him in the eye if it weren’t for his steady grip on you.

“You smell so pretty sweetheart…”

You laughed awkwardly.

“Sweetheart? Sugar? What happened to kid mic-Mickey?”

Something akin to a quiet groan pulled out of his throat as he pressed himself further into your backside.

“No…you’re not a kid Y/n…not anymore..”

Creepy as hell

The feeling of cold lips on your skin made you stutter on your breath, your head trying to whip around and see whatever the hell this psychotic cowboy was up to.

“Y/n….”

You paused. Foolishly.

“Yeah…?”

“Just….just one bite…just one okay? You think you can do that for me sweetheart?” His voice had dipped into a purring lull, and you weren’t completely out of touch with reality to not flush and feel butterflies in your stomach.

The southern twang in his voice was slurred. You didn’t even understand what he was asking, and honestly it seemed like he didn’t either.

“Wh..what do you mean…?”

Something sharp dragged lightly up your neck, followed by the wet cold feeling of a tongue and hot breath. You shivered, uncomfortably? you weren’t sure.

“Just stay still sweetheart…”

“Wh- OW”

Thwack!

“MICKEY WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

[hellavile]

chase. sasuke.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, quickie sex, black coded, sasuke is needy, surprise party for the hubby, creampie, reader fingers herself, choking, slight intoxication, sasuke’s rlly rough <;3

⨳ mocha’s note; happy super late birthday to daddy sasuke. *swoons* &lt;3

© hellavile. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn’t cute. i’ll ruin your life &lt;3

sasuke’s day didn’t go exactly how he planned it. all fucking day he’s been running around finishing missions for naruto who’s so far up his ass he feels like he gave birth to the guy. and that’s not even the main reason why he’s angry. sasuke finds it odd that no one in the entire village had wished him a happy birthday today. yeah, he may not be the most favorited, but his close friends, the ones he’s known for half his life didn’t have shit to say to him. and sasuke being sasuke didn’t bother speaking on it, assuming either they’d forgotten or simply just didn’t care. he’s been out since dawn, taking care of things for the village until the sun began to set and the area grew quiet. 

fuck it. there’s nothing much to say to anyone, he won’t even hold a grudge tomorrow. he’ll just go home and sit in solitude with you, his precious wife. let’s hope you hadn’t forgotten either. you were still asleep when he left, curled up naked under the cream silk sheets, face buried into his pillow you had snatched from his side the moment he left the warmth of your shared bed. he wanted more than anything to stay inside with you all day. cuddle, cook his favorite dish and sit by the pond in the backyard talking for hours. 

he’s exhausted when he’s facing the main door of your perfect home, only the two of you. its super dark once he walks inside, taking off his shoes before cutting on the light. he’s so in his head that he’s lost most of his ability to be aware by the people in his house. that is until he takes sight of the twenty people in his house popping confetti in the air and screaming happy birthday. sasuke is on high alert, activating the lightning blue of his chidori in his hand, hearing your voice gasping and running up to stop him.

“baby, baby, chill!” the softness of your palms encase the heat in his cheeks, lowering his face to yours to look into those big, pretty eyes of yours. wide with panic. sasuke immediately comes to his senses and relaxes, his many friends surrounding his home trying to maintain their smiles.

“oh, fuck me . . . i’m sorry,” sasuke apologizes to you first, kissing your forehead and pulling you in for a tight hug. “i hate surprises.”

“you hate everything!” naruto exclaims behind you, causing you to laugh into your husbands chest, squeezing his arm and nestling your face in his chest. both of you needed one another’s warmth.

“you included,” sasuke jokes. naruto growls, ready to throw the two-tiered birthday cake in his hand at his face. the candles are still lit, awaiting sasuke’s wish before they’re blown out and they can all finally enjoy the party they’d been arranging all day.

“we wanted to do something nice for you,” sasuke listens to you explain. “sorry for their lack of care today. we were all just really focused on keeping it as secret as possible.”

you understood him so well. maybe they all did realize he was upset about it all day. sasuke smiles endearingly, thanking everyone in the room before sakura is unable to contain her excitement and pleads for sasuke to blow out his candles. he keeps you in his hold, closing his eyes to pretend he’s making a wish, because to be honest, he didn’t need a new one. you and his family were enough.

your traditional spaghetti, a few slices of cake, and an overly amount of liquor swirled in his system by the end of the night. spending most of the time conversing with your friends, drinking and laughing. sasuke had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. constantly trying to grope your body, reaching his hands under your dress and having to swat his hands away. he’d even bite your neck and when one of the guys caught him he’d play it off as if he was snuggling you. everyone knew it was a lie. sasuke could never handle his liquor and when he’s drunk he’s the horniest man known.

while most of everyone was outside on the patio, sasuke took this change to drag you to the bedroom, locking the door for obvious reasons. he didn’t want to be disturbed. he only needed you quick and without anyone noticing the two of you were gone. though that was impossible. it’s his own party.

“i needed you so bad,” sasuke kisses over your face and neck with a heavy tongue following, hot hands lifting your sundress over the globes of your ass he spanks after aggressively bending you over the mattress.

“i need you more,” you can’t help but to give in, melting in his touch. your hips ache as his fingertips trace over your skin, hooking a finger under your lacy red thong, an opposite contrast to the yellow dress on your flourished skin, and tugging them down until they hit your ankles.

sasuke pulls his heavy cock from his briefs and taps your ass cheek with it, biting his lip and groaning unintentionally loud. he’s so hard it’s unbearable. precum leaking from the engorged, fuchsia colored head. he lays it on your backside, sliding his left hand under your stomach and up to your neck he grasps before pressing his mouth to your cheek, breathing unsteadily.

“get that pussy wet for me,” sasuke lands a hot hand on your ass hard, a salacious moan pulling from you as you look into his eyes while you suck on your fingers, coating them with your saliva before reaching underneath yourself and sinking them into your cunt, pumping while he grinds his hips.

the silent room echoes with nothing but the slickness of your slick pussy and heavy breathing. the hairs on your neck and the goosebumps running along your arms heighten with every strike sasuke lands on your ass, humming as you whimper and fuck yourself, his hits vibrating straight to your throbbing clit.

“m’ready, ‘ke. needa feel full,” the way you say his name with such sultry in your voice while dragging your cum covered fingers over the tongue that sticks out of your mouth fucks him up. he could cum on sight.

“yeah? it’s empty? it needs my cock?” he hits your ass again after you whine about it, by now the right side bruised and red. taking a chunk of the left, his long fingers are sprawled, gripping hard and angling his waist back to slide slowly into you inch by inch.

“whimper and i’ll go deeper,” his brows are bent low, focused on your pussy suctioning him, the vein on the upper side of his dick pulsating the second you arch your back and claw at the bedding, whimpering and waiting for him to fuck you just like he needed to.

when his skin collides with yours it’s like waves clashing. the way sasuke fucks you is an outer body treatment like no other. he likes to be rough about it. knows the difference between harder and faster. and he likes it hard. it’s better for him because he can feel your voice stutter and your body jolt. he can feel the drag of his cock inside of you, slow stroking as you clamp around him and try to milk him for all he’s got. hard because you cry like a desperate slut who’s getting her cervix kissed back to back. hard because he can grab you and pin you down and force you to take it while your tears soak your face, a fucked out smile curls, and your eyes are white.

“i’m bout to fuckin’ cum,” the groan is guttural in his throat, sasuke picking his pace up and fucking you faster, throwing his head back, chasing his orgasm. he gasps when you take the initiative and clap your ass back, sasuke in shock, scrolling his eyes back as you grasp onto his arm for balance.

“keep fuckin’ doin’ that,” suddenly, he pins your arm behind your back, entwining your fingers to hold hands before grabbing your neck and squeezing just enough to blur your vision, breath shaky as you rock your body back to his. “fuck. fuck.”

you can tell he’s ready to pull out with the way his weight fluctuates from yours, and you bitch about it almost instantly, crying out a whiny ‘noo, cum in me’ before using your free hand to keep his thigh to yours. sasuke loses his balance, chest to your back and all of his weight suffocating you deliciously, balls deep while his balls seize up, flat to your ass and shooting his thick load into your womb.

“babyyyy,” sasuke moans in the crook of your neck, hiccuping as his waist continues to roll into you as you cum from being so full. clenching your walls making it a task to pull back. he’s pulsating wildly inside of you, groaning and smacking your ass once more before rolling the two of you on your sides so you can breathe.

“thank you,” he smiles drunkenly.

“happy birthday, sasuke.”

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[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Out of the woods

Paring: Witch!Nat x fem!Reader

Summary: After getting lost in the woods because of prank for your friends you meet a rather strange but very seductive woman

Warnings: smut, slight dom/sub Dom!Nat, Sub!Reader, dub con, implied drugging, kinda dark Nat, magic, slight bondage, marking, non consensual body modification (magical mark), pet names (bunny/ baby), degradation kink, praise kink, legal age gap

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

AN: I’m back yall and I didn’t prove read

Masterlist

“Guys! This really isn’t fun anymore!” I screamed as I walked through the darkening woods. I knew that going camping in the middle of the woods wasn’t a good idea but somehow my friends managed to convince me to join then. And now? Now I was walking alone from the twilight woods because my friend decided to leave me alone, here, in the woods. They must’ve thought it was a very funny joke but now that the light got less and less just like the temperature I was starting to feel a bit anxious. My sense of navigation was never my strongest trade and now I got to feel it like biting into a sour apple. My phone wasn’t helping either. Not only was my battery slowly dying but I didn’t get a signal either in the middle of the woods. The sun was going down leaving me seemingly alone with the moon and stars my friends so where to be seen.

Was I really about to sleep out in the open, somewhere in the middle of the woods? It seemed like it. I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself. My feet started to hurt and I just didn’t want to keep going. It felt like I was just getting more and more lost. Until I saw light through the woods. Like a fire from a camp or was it a cabin I couldn’t tell from afar. I was decided on whether to go looking for help or not I decided that it was worth a try. The closer I got the clearer the the cabin in front of me. It looked like something straight out of one of grimes fairytales. The dark wood of the cabin was overgrown with ivy and other wild plants I couldn’t quite place. In front of the cabin was an old broken wooden fence failing its job to protect the garden of medicinal herbs.

My heart was beating out of my chest, that’s how nervous I was. Who would open the door for me? A killer? A social outcasts? A witch? I opened the garden gate with a loud squeak from the garden gate, I should just turn around but I felt this unexplainable force pulling me towards the front of the cabin. Like a moth attracted by light which was sealing its sure death. Before my hand could even touch the rough wood of the door the door opened revealing a red headed woman. Her green eyes gazing at me like a predator facing it’s prey “Are you lost in the woods pretty girl?” She asked in a calm but teasing voice. It seemed like someone had stolen my voice as I didn’t know what to say facing this gorgeous woman I could only nod.

“A shy one” she smirked as she grabbed my arm pulling me inside the mysterious woman’s cabin “But you don’t have to, I’m going to take good care of a pretty girl like you” I swallowed hard as the woman gave me a devilish smile pulling me towards her couch by my arm “Can I ask for your name” I asked carefully as she pushed me onto the couch “I’m Natasha what’s your name pretty girl” “Y/N… uhm… my name it’s Y/N” she laughed as left the room going into what I guessed was her kitchen “You are a cute one, Y/N” she calls back as I could hear her doing something in her kitchen. She soon came back with two cups of tea in hands

“What brings a pretty girl like you to my door step?” She questioned as she gave my a cup of tea smiling like the devil herself “I was camping in the woods and I got lost and it got dark” She leaned back into her vintage armchair watching my with an observing gaze “then I saw your cabin” her lips curled into an evil smirk “I just couldn’t resit, and to be honest I’m glad I came here” something was off I should run, that was what my mind screamed at me. But my heart told me my place was right here, with Natasha.

Her smirk was all telling, she had something planned for me, something big “I’m more than happy that you found me” She watched me carefully as I took a sip from the hot liquid from the mug in my hands. The tea was tasting a bit off, I guessed it was made from herbs but it tasted way too sweet. I just couldn’t quite place the taste but it was way too delicious “What kind of tea is this, it’s very delicious” Natasha bit her lower lip as her eyes darken ��It’s a special tea natural to the local area” She places a hand onto my knee making my breath hitch “some people even say that it has magical powers but who actually believes in magic” she laughed at me as I kept sipping from the the mysterious hot liquid. Suddenly I was starting to feel more and more hot as my cheeks started to redden and my clothes felt unnaturally tight against my body. Natasha seemed to have noticed my condition as her hand travelled up my towards my thigh “Are you feeling a bit icky pretty girl” My breath hitched as I heard her teasing voice “I- uhm- I-“ I stuttered not feeling like I could use my proper words “Aw, poor baby, to needy to use big words” she grabbed the mug from my hands putting it on the coffee table “I will help you bunny” As she finished the sentence she manhandled me lay flat out on the couch her sitting on my lap as she pushed my shoulders hard against the soft cushions “Do you want me pretty girl?” She asked her lips curled into a devilish smirk “Yes” it came out in a breath making her kiss me forcefully. Her kiss was fast, rough, and messy you could say more teeth than anything else. I tried to touch her with my hands but she would only push them away.

I tried to fight for some kind of dominance as our tongues collided dancing a messy dance but there was just no chance for me to win against the older woman. I was helpless under her. She finally pulled away letting my fill my lungs with sweet sweet oxygen again as I desperately breathed. Slowly I open my eyes again only to find Natashas eyes glowing green, it seemed like someone had put a spell on them. What was really in that tea, I asked myself. Natasha noticed my reaction to het unusual eye color and leaned down to whisper in my ear “I’m a witch baby”

At first I didn’t believe her but as soon as her green energy turned into fine ropes keeping my body still I started to realize “Please don’t hurt me” I started to beg I was terrified of her next move “I’ll be your good girl” She could only laugh as she she removed my clothes with the snap of her fingers “You don’t need that anymore” she started to circle me like a carnivore it’s prey “It will only hurt a bit at first, and well every time you disobey me”

I just wanted to protest but her magic ropes found it’s way into my mouth gagging me to prevent me form talking back to the witch. All Natasha could hear were muffeld cry and whines as she placed her hands onto my lower stomach making me try to move them away but failing miserably “Stop moving slut or it will hurt more” she pressed harder down before she started to mumble words in a foreign language. The pain was unimaginable I screamed out, only to be muffled by the ropes, I tried desperately to move away but the pain was too much making my cheeks stained with hot tears. She soon moved her hands away only leaving a small burning feeling behind.

“You did great bunny, so great.” She praised making me whimper. The ropes disappeared into thin air making me able to move again. I looked down at myself and noticed some that looked like an tattoo. Fine lines forming shapes and right under my bellybutton was a delicate heart. I gave Natasha a shocked expression running my hands over the mark “It means you are mine now” she deadpanned like it

like it was obvious but I only looked at her confused “It means that I can control you now, your fertility, your feeling of pain, your orgasms they are all mine now” I was shocked my whole face was purely terrified but Natasha didn’t care picking me up like I was her toy before throwing me onto her bed getting on top of me.

The shock soon turned into pure pleasure as Natashas experienced hands massaged my breast kissing up and down my neck and collarbone bite down when she felt like it. I let out moan after which sounded like a beautiful melody in the witches ear. She moved down more and more kissing the middle of the mark making me almost scream in pleasure “That’s right! Scream for me!” She grinned at before diving between my legs kissing my clit “Fuck bunny, you taste even better than I thought” she kept on circling my clit with her tongue.

I turned under her touch, she wasn’t my first but certainly my best “Nat- Natty more” She put on an expression of fake pity “This little cunt is so fucking needy and desperate”. She carefully bit in my clit making me release a strangled moan. She kept on giving me bold licks as her long fingers pumped in and out of my tight hole “Fuck you are so tight bunny” Her fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge as my breathing got more and more uneven “I’m… I’m close… can I- I cum?” I moaned out “Go on cum for me” With her words my back arched off my bed as I threw my back head moaning the witches name like a prayer “That was really good” My breathing got a bit calmer as Natasha fucked me through my high.

“Oh baby we are far from finished”

:)

[marilynthornhilllover]

For kinkmas Agatha Harkness smut please 🫣

Kinkmas fanfic: #4

Good girl

Agatha harkness x fem!reader

Warning: arguing, relationship problems, hurtfull words, indecent language,Agatha being mean and full of shit,smut, fingering, Cummings, make up sex, praise kink, mommy kink if you squint, slight overstiumlation.

The elevator dinged as you arrived on the main floor of your wife's company. You held your phone in one hand and her lunch in the other. Agatha had an unexpected important meeting to attend early this morning which caused her to rush out of the house with an empty stomach - obviously that does no one any good especially when they have a long day ahead.

So you promised her you'd bring her lunch about an hour before you head off to work, that way you'd eating lunch with her but it'd be breakfast for you. You walked up to the lady at the front desk with a polite smile.

" hi good morning! This isn't really my thing, showing up at a office so early but I'd like to see Ms harkness please" you spoke as you placed your bag on the counter. The lady smiled and nodded as she picked up the phone and dialed a number, she waited a while before dialing again. She sighed as she placed the phone back down in its holder.

" sorry ma'am but I'm afraid Ms.harkness is busy and probably can't answer the phone right now" she spoke firmly but her tone of voice showed no attitude or rudeness. You pouted as you looked around the room for another option before the lady spoke up again.

" If you tell me your name I can give you a security pass and you just go up" You turned to her with a huge grin and nodded.

" I'm y/n harness, her wife I'm just here to drop off her lunch and i'll be staying a while" the lady let out a small "oh" as she returned your smile.

" Well I suppose you can go up" you gaved her a small smile before picking up your belongings and reentering the elevator. The ride was long yet so short. With a soft ding again the doors opened and you stepped out into the huge work room where everyone was either standing, walking around or sitting clicking away at their keyboards trying to get whatever work that was assigned finished.

You turned a couple heads as you walked down the isle to your wife's office. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Agatha emerge from her office with her phone at her ear and her laptop in hand. You quickly walked up to her as she entered an empty conference room, where her meeting will be held later.

You knocked on the door to announce your arrival as you entered. She turned to face you and gestured for you to close the door.

" what do you mean you'll be here in an hour?! - no I don't give a shit if your taxi broke down!..... look be here in 20 minutes tops or your fucking fired!" She spoked as she hanged up the phone. If you were being honest if your boss shouted at you like that or didn't even have the courtesy to listen you'd probably only show up to work to give them the middle finger before quitting on the spot, but lucky for you that persons boss just so happened to be your grumpy wife.

She threw her phone onto the desk with a loud thug as she sat and opened her computer.

" what do you want y/n" she asked in a harsh and cold tone, you were a bit taken back to be honest. Even though she was having a rough morning that didn't give her the right to talk to you like shit and that was something you both had agreed on - she promised she'd never do since the last time she did it resulting in you breaking down in tears.

When you didn't respond she looked up at you in rather a aggressive way, it's safe to say if looks could kill you'd be dead. She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at you, her way of telling you to speak up or get lost.

" you need to drop that attitude, and plus give that poor guy a chance if his taxi broke down his taxi broke down-" she slammed her hands on the desk making you jump as she held the bridge of her nose, possibly trying to regain her composure. She wasn't- she wasn't losing her cool with you was she? No, nah, she can't be for real.

" look, I don't need anyone making a fool of me and wasting my time and I certainly don't need my pathetic wife showing up at work telling me how to treat my employees because she simply has nothing better to do" you were utterly shocked, your mouth was open and you were positive that your jaw had dropped further than the lost submarine.

The worst part she didn't even look as if she was sorry, or as if she regretted it. She just scoffed at your surprised facial expression and proceeded to type away on her computer.

" here I was bringing you lunch and wanting to have a decent conversation with you wife but no, you have to be a bitch" you placed the lunch in front of her and backed up crossing your arms.

You didn't know what could have upset your wife in such way or what is was you said that could have offended her other than the work bitch that she uses every day but she got up and threw the bowl of food across the table causing it to make a loud crashing sound and making everyone in the office sprint to their feet to see what the commotion was.

All eyes were on the both of you on the other side of the room since the blinds were down and the entire room was made of glass and to make matters worse the room was not sound proof.

" you know what y/n, you can take your ' lunch ' and 'decent conversation' and shove it up your ass" she spoke before walking out of the room and down the hall back towards her own personal office.

" someone get that cleaned up I have a meeting in less than an hour for christ sake!" She shouted before slamming her door making everyone jolt. You were frozen between reality and what just happened. Surely that had to be a dream. She didn't just shouted at you infront of her entire staff, embarrassed you, humiliate you and insulted you. If this situation didn't scream "divorce her!" You didn't know what would. You picked up your bag, carefully not to make the shards of glass of the floor to cut your feet.

You avoided everyone's intense gaze as you walked out. Tears forming as you heard whispers, or maybe it was your imagination, but after what just happened who wouldn't talk. You were beyond embarrassed. You wanted to disappear or worse lock yourself in a closet and survive off ice cream and Gatorade for the rest of your life.

You walked out of the building at the speed of light, not even saying goodbye to the front desk lady. Surly you were the talk of the day now and Agatha sure as hell didn't give a shit. What could have made her reacted like that? You didn't give two flying fucks she owed you a apology.

You got into your car and drived home. To get your mind off things you decided to go to a club with your friends to release some steam, Turing off your phone in the process.

After you arrived back home you saw Agatha sitting on the couch drinking red wine as she was clearly not paying any attention to the movie that was playing on the TV. As the door opened and closed her eyes flicked up to meet your gaze. You scoffed as you placed your bag down onto the kitchen counter as you began to take off your shoes and jacket. She should be lucky you even spared her a glanced, if you could ignore her entire fucking existence you most definitely would.

Agatha got up and placed her wine glass down on the coffee table as she slowly approached you. A rather apologetic look plastered across her face.

" y/n darling can we talk about what-" you pushed passed her not allowing her to finish her sentence as you made your way into your shared bedroom, her following you like a lost puppy.

" talk about what Agatha? That your full of shit or how you humiliated my infront of almost hundred people. which should we first talk about?" She looked down bitting her lip before she looked back into your eyes that were on fire with several different emotions. Sadness being the most evident one, she could tell that you were hurt by her actions today and that whatever she says now can potentially add to your pain.

" I just wanna apologize for the way i-" again you allowed her no time to speak.

" apologize for what! Don't apologize babe I don't want you to bruise your perfect ego" you scoffed as you slammed the door to the bathroom in her face locking it in an instant.

" fucking unbelievable" you muttered under your breath. She knocked on the door several times but you continued to un dress and do you regularly night time routine. After taking a shower you wrapped your towel around your body and went out to see her sitting on the edge of the bed looking altruistic.

" please my love, let me atleast tell you why -"

" why you threw my bowl of food across the room and told me to shove it up my ass?" You sarcastically asked huffing putting your hands on your hips. That was your signature defense stance. With that she stood to be feet and tried approaching you but you took a step back. She sighed as she spoke up again.

" Yes would you stop interrupting me and let me fucking apologize?"

" I don't need your fucking apology" you shouted, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

" Yes you do because I can see that your hurt and what I did was wrong"

" wow, the egoistic bitch actually gives a shit about people, one including her wife" you scoffed as you walked towards your closet.

" Oh my lord y/n what is wrong with you" she acquired.

" leave me alone" you replied.

" let me-" she tried grabbing your arm as you walked pass her put you pulled it away.

" you keep saying let you apologize just talk!"

" I can't if you keep cutting me off mid sentence!"

" Well too bad, and sleep in the guest room" you said as you slightly shivered from the amount of tension that had built up over time. You looked up at her and you could tell she was in distress just as much as you were and maybe infact you were being a bit self-centered by not letting her apologize.

Agatha sighed as her will power to try to apologize died, she scoffed as she watched you take off the Towel and slowly put on your underwear, her eyes couldn't help to linger on your boobs and your fleshly shaved cunt and the small curves of your body.

" let me apologize using a different method then" she spoke in a low, sultry tone making you shiver as you made eye contact with her in the mirror, her eyes were suddenly darkened with lust and utterly desire as she made her way towards you from behind. She wrapped her arms around you as her lips found your neck in a slow opened mouthed kiss. You fought the moan that wanted to surpass your lips as you turned around to face her, her hand placement never changing.

" fine, if you can make me feel good in ten minutes i'll let you off but you have to apologizeto me i front of your staff, if not your sleeping in the guess room and your ordering take out tonight and your still gonna apologize to me in front of your staff" you said as your looked into her beautiful determined brown eyes. Your wife bit her bottom lip as she studied you for a moment before replying.

" baby you and I both know I can make you cum in five minutes tops" she husked, as she gently pushed you down on the bed. You chuckled at her playfulness as she sinfully smirked at you as she teasingly removed your underwear not ignoring the already wet patch that was presented before her eyes. She kissed in between your thighs as she maintained intense eye contact with you.

" so pretty my love" she cooed as she used her finger to move your arousal around, pushing her finger through you wet slit. You threw back your head against the pillows as you tried your best to not give her the privilege of hearing you moan so soon. Agatha was indeed very skilled with her mouth and hands and truth be told you weren't sure if you were going to last very long. She gently pushed your thighs up towards your chest as she leaned down and softly kissed your clit, gently pulling it and releasing it with a pop.

" fuck, oh my god" you moaned, you didn't want to give her the satisfactory but you lost all of your self control when it came to how this woman ate your pussy. It was incredible. you whimpered as Agatha makes cat licks up your slit once more before flattening her tongue out against your cunt before enveloping your clit in her mouth making you let out a pornographic moan as your hands immediately flew to her hair.

You whined as your hips stated rocking against her mouth trying to get some more friction before Agatha wrapped her arms around your thighs in a firm grasp pulling you down more so that you could be closer to her mouth. You were slowly losing your sanity as you became more desperate for her.

" good girl, such a good fucking girl, I promise I'll make it up to you sweetie" she spoke against your cunt, as the vibrations ran straight through you making you arch your back and strach your nails against her scalp, making her let out a moan of her own. You could already feel the knot in your stomach being tied,it was just a matter of time before it exploded and it was utterly embarrassing how easy she could get you to cum for her.

" gonna cum sweet girl? Mhm? Your doing so good for me" she mumbled as she sucked harshly on your clit moving her tongue through your folds and slightly entering at your entrance making you cry out. She was a tease and she loved how easily she could have you at her aid.

You plopped yourself up on your elbows to look at her and her gaze immediately flicked up to your tear filled eyes. The pleasure felt too good to be true.

" your gonna cum aren't you?" She chuckled against you when she saw how desperate you looked. It was as if you were stuck between enjoying what she was doing and let her win or play house by holding off your oragsm and making her go over her time limit.

She looked at you dead in the eye as she slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt at the same time. Watching as your eyes roll back and how your face confronts in pleasure as you lay back. She groaned as she felt how your pussy clenched down on her in such a greedy way. She slowly thrusted her fingers in and out of you watching as you tried your best not to ride them. She kissed your mound and your tummy and then your chest area and she picked up her brutal pace, making squelching noises as your moans got louder.

She latched on to one of your breast as her other unoccupied hand gaved the other one attention by twisting and squeezing your sensitive bud.

" Oh God please, Agatha, p-please, I wanna- no" she could feel you trying your hardest to not give into your pleasure rather than to let it absorb you completely. She realsed your nipple with a pop and kissed her way up to your face. She kissed you passionately doing the "barrel" movement with her fingers as she went harder and deeper making your eyes snap out and making you let out a crucial moan. She took the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth.

You didn't even bother to fight her for dominance you allowed her to completely dominate you, fully submitting to her.

" you know your allowed to cum right? It's not a punishment darling, you have nothing to lose. cum for me please. Make mommy proud." She moaned in your ear as she nibbled on your neck. She curled her fingers in you going faster making you grab onto the bedsheets for dear life as you cummed hard on her fingers.

" FUCK-" you choked on your moan as she kept moving her fingers in and out of you, allowing you some time to come down from your high. You saw little stars floating in your vision as she carefully removed her fingers.

" there she is, such a good girl" she cooed as she licked off her fingers and gaved you a kiss on the cheek.

" so, that's 7 minutes and 34 seconds" she whispered and you chuckled. You turned to look at her with bright eyes.

" 2 minutes late but I still got to see the most beautiful girl in the world cum for me" she whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes.

" I am truly sorry for shouting at you baby girl" she muttered kissing along your jaw line. You hugged her tightly as you rested your head on her chest, listening to her her heart beat as it slowly drived you more into sleep land.

" I love you Agatha" you sighed as you slowly allowed the sleep to take over your body. She giggled at your spent expression and gaved you a little forehead kiss.

" I love you more my little cupcake" she mumbled as she too fell asleep.

Tag list: @readingtheentrails @agathaandgwenslesbian @aemilia19 @barbarasstar @samanthasadhdlife if you want to be tagged in more kinkmas fics coming soon please comment below! Happy holidays!

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Their Little Lynx

Halsin x Astarion ((talking about) x GN!Tav)

NOTES:

- tav is a druid (whose main wild shape is a lynx)

- hurt/comfort/angst (astarion needs a hug)

warnings: sex mentioned, swearing, english is not my first so there'll be a shit ton of mistakes, self indulgent but i hope someone else finds it fitting to their tav/otherwise enjoys this

honestly this is just a silly drabble please don't even read it okay idk why i am sharing it

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Astarion jumped a bit as a tall figure casted a shadow over him. He was met with the smell of pines and smoke, as Halsin sat onto the log next to him. The wood elf didn’t leave a gap too wide between the two, his arm brushing against Astarion’s shoulder. It was foreign to him, after all he had been through - all the nights he had shared with all the different people - that this small, innocent touch made him so nervous.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked the druid, trying to channel his charm and confidence. Somehow, like all things artificial, it didn't affect Halsin.

“Haven't really tried, to be honest”, he muttered. In his hands he held a knife and a piece of wood that had started to take the shape of a feline.

“A lynx. Curious.”

“Is it really?” he asked, carving out a small piece to define the shape of the beast’s ear.

“No”, the high elf scoffed, rewarding him with a small, hollow laugh.

“It seems that our little kitten has inspired both of us quite a deal-” the former arch druid stated, glancing aside at Astarion. His crimson gaze studied the soft, flowing shapes of the animal, its neck reaching out, heavily tufted ears perked up high – not in alarm but in tranquil curiosity.

“Indeed they have, haven't they?” he replied, taking his sweet time doing so. Halsin gave his surroundings a scanning look, then handed his handiwork over to the smaller elf. Astarion held it up, tracing the still rough edges with his fingers.

“I must say, you have captured them well – not that I have the eye for their… animalistic tendencies like you do.”

“Don't belittle yourself. You cannot separate the wild shape from them. It is a part of them.”

Astarion let his thumb travel the lynx’s flank.

“Isn’t that so true”, he said with half a chuckle. “I always thought I was a man with a taste for civilised, defined art. Yet I can't help but be somehow intrigued by them.” Astarion laughed again, and Halsin sensed his nervous demeanour, but did not say anything.

“Hells. They bring pieces of moss inside their tent… collect feathers and pebbles. Cherishes the living shit out of things I don't even see… That and they’d be able to claw my throat out if they wanted.”

Halsin hummed to himself, trailing the edge of the short blade of the whittling knife with his finger.

“And yet they let you bite theirs-”

“And what does that make me, I wonder.”

“A special someone, I’d say.” Halsin took back the wooden lynx, starting to whittle again.

“A monster. Worse than any beast. They look at me, trusting, like an innocent fawn, bending their sweet neck for me just because I told them that it would make me strong.”

“What did you think they did it for, then?” Halsin asked after a little pause. Astarion exhaled heavily.

“Because they wanted intimacy? Because they have a thing for being bitten? Let me tell you, there are a bunch of people with that sort of kinks.”

“Yet they didn’t want anything for themself.” Halsin finished for him., blowing wood chips off his hand.

Astarion piped up. “Isn’t that just so fucked up?”

“They did a selfless thing”, Halsin admitted, but didn’t really seem unfazed. “It is also in their nature. They are kind.”

Astarion pointed a finger to him.

“It is not kindness, it is madness. I could have killed them.”

Halsin met his gaze, placing a reassuring hand on his knee.

“You love them. Blaming them for it is the only madness I see.”

Astarion shut his mouth, flinching at the touch but remaining stubborn.

“Who else can I blame!” he hissed, his voice cracking with emotion.

Halsin’s hand didn’t move as he sighed.

“How about not blaming anyone, but thanking yourself? Thanking them. Thanking the Gods if that suits you. Loving is a gift.”

“It is a curse- maybe I should have sucked them dry-” he growled, gesturing angrily with his hand and getting on his feet. Halsin grabbed his hand with an unexpected speed.

“Astarion...”, he said softly. “You have to stop running, and start living.”

“Don't tell me what to do, druid. You don't know what my life has been like, I am not like you! Like either of you.”

Halsin’s grip was firm. “And you think that is a bad thing?”

“Look at me. Look at you. After all this is over, who do you think can offer them the life that’ll make them happy?”

There was a flash of new emotion in Halsin’s eyes and he stood up as well, not letting go of the high elf, who seemed agitated and lost, his grand gesture even more grand.

“They don’t need us to offer her anything. They can build their own life, and then it is up to us if we build ours beside them.”

“Stop riddling, Halsin. I am not some… forest dweller - You know that. I can't pretend to be excited over a damn caterpillar, I can't live among the foxes, I can't even... sate them, not yet anyway. Not while I am like this. I can only drain them and leave them bloodless. While you -” he patted Halsin’s chest, tears prickling in his eyes.

“- you can fuck them senseless on a stupid grassy field underneath the glistening stars – and come the morning you might as well build a damn nest for homeless birds or something equally... disgustingly sweet-”

He tried to laugh, swallowed, turning his head and inhaling sharply before meeting the druid’s gaze with his chin held high.

“I am not like that. I never will be.”

“And you think they love me more because of what you said? That I’ll somehow …take them from you?”

“No. I will give them to you before that can happen. Because what you said is true. I do love them. And they might think they love me, but what they deserve… is you.”

“They are a person, they can neither be taken nor given.”

“Ah yes, by all means get stuck on the unimportant! Knowing damn well who is on the winning side.”

Halsin’s shoulders dropped, and carefully he cupped Astarion's cheek.

“It is okay to be afraid, little star”, he said softly.

Something in the pale elf’s eyes shattered. No one had ever called him that with such utter affection, with not a hint of condescendence.

“I... I just thought I would be free. After they convinced me I can be. After I saw what life can offer. Now I know only fear, because I don't know if I can be happy without them, no matter how free I am.”

Halsin pulled him closer, embracing him in his arms as the high elf melted into the touch, his breath grew ragged and shallow as he fought the tears.

“That fear is love, and to get to love so tenderly as you do is the true freedom.”

Astarion shuddered, chuckling hollowly.

The druid’s voice rumbled in his chest. “We will figure it all out. Together. After all, I would not have asked to share in their heart if I did not care for you, too.”

“So you genuinely never once thought about pushing me aside?”

Halsin ran his hand through his silver curls.

“I don't even believe in pushing anyone aside. But you have also been brave enough to speak your fears. Should you decide you merely agreed out of fear of what would happen if you didn't, and don't want me to be in this arrangement any longer, I will respect that.”

Astarion inhaled his earthy scent, shaking his head a bit before pulling slightly away and looking up at the taller man. “No. I suppose I always knew your intentions were as pure as your good self. I want you to stay. For them… and for me.”

To Astarion's shock, Halsin planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before smiling down at him.

“There's nothing I'd like more.”

[babybluebex]

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: series masterlist | a new preacher comes to your town, and you’re overwhelmed by him. you try to keep away from father james, but, the more you see him and the more he kisses your hand, the more you realize that staying away won’t be so easy. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jamie bower x fem!reader (rpf) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, heavy breeding kink (the last line of the song is literally "i'm coming inside" are u kidding me), preacher kink, praise kink, religious themes, age gap (reader is early 20s, jamie is 34), jamie has a huge god complex omg 𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been working on this on again and off again since the music video came out in august, so take it before it drives me more insane than it already has lol

All morning, you could have sworn the preacher was looking at you. 

It was a hot summer Sunday morning, one where you wore your nicest dress, just as your mother had told you to. You had forgotten how hot it got at home; after being at college for the past few years, you had gotten acclimated to the big city, and you couldn't remember what home was like. 

To be honest, you had been dreading church. You had lied to your parents when you told them that you had kept up the habit while at college, and you despised the thought of wasting a good Sunday morning, even though you were on vacation. No matter what, you had gotten up and gotten dressed, and you were tailing behind your parents as they led the charge into the church. 

The building itself was miniscule, surrounded by the desert on all sides, set apart from the rest of town. Your hometown was small, so small that people usually only lumped it in with the nearby biggest city and didn’t know that your town even existed on its own. But it did, and, in a town like that, everybody knew everybody else’s business. 

Which made the preacher all that more confusing to you. 

You could vaguely remember your mother telling you about the appearance of a new preacher at your church after the former pastor retired. It had been months ago, and you only remembered the name she had told you: James Bower. There were other details as well, something about him being young and British, but you didn’t really listen too closely to that phone call with your mother. She had been going on and on about church and you tended to tune that out. 

“Mom,” you said quickly as you approached the church, seeing the door hanging open, welcoming everyone inside. Standing at the open door was a man, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a black hat covering his head and shading his face. He was older than you, but also younger than your parents, and he was shaking hands with every man that walked in front of him and setting kisses on the ladies’ cheeks. “Who is that?” 

“Oh, that’s Father James,” your mother told you, sucking at the back of her teeth for a moment. “I told you about him, he replaced Father Nicholas.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me,” you said softly. “He’s just… Younger than I thought.” And, by the flashes of a sharp jawline and deadly eyes that you could see as you approached, he was far more attractive than you would have taken a man like him for. 

“He’s good,” your mother said carefully, as if she was controlling her tongue. “Cares about what he preaches about, really believes it.” 

“That’s good,” you mumbled. 

Finally, it was your turn to be greeted by the preacher, and you were struck uncharacteristically silent by him. His voice, a deep baritone timbre, got under your skin as he greeted your mother with a kiss, and he gave your father a firm handshake. “And who do we have here?” Father James Bower asked, his steel-blue eyes cutting you with his gaze. 

You could tell instantly: this man would be trouble. “This is our daughter,” your mother said. “Visiting from college.” 

“Ah, yes,” Father James said, his lips stretching into a smile. He took your hand in his, his skin rough and dry but lovely to feel, and he pressed his lips to your fingers, greeting you with an old-fashioned kiss. “Your mother told me stories about you.” 

“Good stories, I hope?” you chuckled lightly, and Father James’ smile stayed as he dropped your hand. 

“Only the best,” he told you. 

“I’ve heard about you too, Father James,” you said, and you watched something flicker in his eyes, a quiet kind of recognition, although what he was recognizing, you had no idea. 

“Good things?” he teased, and you smiled coyly at him. Two could play that game. 

“Oh, no, awful things,” you said, and your mother laughed. “Just the worst.” 

“I guess I’ll have to redeem myself,” Father James said. “I think Marjorie saved you lot a seat in the front; what a dear.” Your mother and father surged ahead, finding the seats that Father James indicated, but a quick and tight grip to your wrist kept you in place. 

Father James held you back, his thumb smoothing nicely down your wrist, and he lifted your hand back to his mouth, kissing your fingers again. “And that’ll be Jamie to you, love,” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “You can drop that James business.” 

“If you say so, Father” you said softly. 

“Don’t call me that, either,” he said. “Just Jamie.” 

“Jamie,” you said and you sighed out a deep breath. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

The service was odd. By all accounts, it was a perfectly good service, normal by all means, but something about the young and handsome Father James (or Jamie, as he told you) leading the sermon was different in a way that you couldn’t tell if you liked or not. Your mother was right— he obviously cared about what he preached, that morning’s work set on the sin of temptation, and he raised his voice and delivered his sermon with an expert hand. 

But he was looking at you the whole time. He was borderline staring at you, and you shifted in your seat, wondering what was the matter. Of course, you could think the obvious— that he was thinking of you as he preached on temptation, you, the pretty young thing that had walked through his doors— but it felt wrong to even consider that Jamie would stoop that low. He was a man of God, no matter how unconventional he looked with his rings and gold bracelets and the tattoos on his middle fingers.

You got to speak with him further after the service, while everyone was leaving the house of God. You stepped outside with a shiver, despite the sticky heat, and your mother grabbed your hand as she told you that she was going to bring the car around. “Maybe you should go to talk to James,” she said. “He always looks so lonely, and it seems like he likes you.”

“Likes me?” you echoed. 

“He didn’t kiss my hand twice,” your mother said with a shrug. “He didn’t ask me to call him Jamie.” You followed your mother’s gaze to just on the other side of the small wooden bridge, to a little garden, where Jamie stood, looking out of place in his all-black attire, looking down at the ground as his hand rubbed his chin. 

“Are you encouraging me to find romance with your preacher?” you asked with a smile, and your mother rolled her eyes. 

“Maybe not romance,” she said. “You’re too young for that. But friendship, definitely.” 

You weren’t too young for that, you knew it, but you understood what she meant. Don’t fall in love with the preacher. That should be easy. You approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him if he was lost in thought, but he turned those devilish steel-blue eyes to you in an instant. “You,” he said lightly, dropping his hand. 

“Me,” you shrugged. “I, umm, really liked your sermon.” 

“Thank you, love,” Jamie said. A moment passed where he watched you, and he suddenly said, “You’re lying to your parents.” 

“Excuse me?” you asked. “What do you mean—”

“You don’t go to church when you’re at university,” Jamie said quickly. “I can tell, you looked completely lost the whole time.” 

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, and, when Jamie nodded, you muttered, “Fuck!” 

“How long are you in town?” Jamie asked. His hands drifted to his pants, digging into his pocket, and he extracted a lean carton of cigarettes, along with a lighter. He was quick to push a cigarette in-between his lips, and you watched as he lit it up. 

“Oh!” you said quickly. You were staring, just like he was. “Umm, just until Friday.”

“One more week,” Jamie laughed, blowing the smoke from his mouth. “I bet you can’t wait to go back to your friends and your little sinful ways, can you?” 

“What makes you think I live in sin?” you asked. The exchange felt playful, not necessarily too mean-spirited, and Jamie grinned around his cigarette. 

“I know girls like you,” he said. “You wear your little dresses and sing your little hymns, but it’s all a disguise to cover up the way you really live. I bet you’ve even kissed a boy, haven’t you?” He put on a shocked look, like he was truly disappointed, and it made you laugh.

“You’ve got me figured out,” you chuckled. Then, a boldness washed over you, and you couldn’t control the way you added, “And I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys.” 

Jamie raised his dark eyebrows at you, plucking his cigarette from between his lips. “You have?” he asked. “Anything you need to repent for? I am a preacher, after all, I can help.” 

“No, nothing like that. I just…” You shrugged, and mumbled, “Okay. You’ve got me. I haven’t done anything like that.” 

“Why did you say you did?” Jamie asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “To make you like me, I guess. Guys like girls who know about that stuff, right?”

“Oh, little lamb,” Jamie cooed softly. “I used to run around with some bad guys when I was your age, I’ve got the marks to prove it,  and I had my fill of girls who were trying to impress me. I like you more, knowing that you’re a good girl who hasn’t done anything of that sort.” He smoked for a moment, blowing it at the ground, and he added, “You should be going.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Have I done something wrong?” 

“No, you didn’t,” Jamie said. “But I might.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“I really want to kiss you,” Jamie told you, and your heart slammed against your ribcage at his confession. 

“Is that…” you began. “Is that allowed?”

“Allowed, yes,” Jamie said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But, frowned upon? Very much so.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Is it me?” 

“No, darling, it’s not you,” Jamie said. “I’m a man of God. I can’t just kiss any girl, I need to have intentions about it, and my intentions… My thoughts about you… Are less than worthy of a man like myself.” 

Lightning rocked your belly, and you took a step backwards. “Oh,” you said. “I understand. Umm… Yeah, it’ll be good if I leave.” Jamie nodded silently in agreement, finishing up his cigarette, and you mumbled, “Will I see you on Wednesday? At night service? I bet my parents will make me go.” 

“Yes, you will,” Jamie replied. He hesitated for a moment, his mouth open, obviously wanting to say something, and he finally added, “Wear something white.” 

“Why?”

Jamie looked at you with those paralyzing blue eyes, and he said, “You’re as beautiful as an angel. You should dress like one.” 

You hardly got any sleep that night. Between bouts of nightmares— nothing you could remember but left you with a nasty feeling when you woke up hyperventilating— you were plagued by the idea of Jamie. 

Every time you closed your eyes, you could only see him. His blond hair, his blue eyes, his plush lips, that smile that bordered goodness and badness. As you laid awake in your small bed, the tiny one you had grown up in, you wondered what he was doing. Was he asleep, as you too should be? Maybe he was up, working on a sermon. A selfish part of you allowed yourself to think that, perhaps, he was awake, thinking of you. 

That idea made your thighs tingle. You knew how terrible it was to think of your preacher like that, but he had said it himself. His intentions with you weren’t worthy of a man of God. Jamie had basically confessed to wanting to kiss you and maybe even more, and you hadn’t been brave enough to challenge him on it. You regretted your timidness, and you buried your head under your pillow as you tried to get any sleep at all.

This routine continued for days. Nightmares, then Jamie. Jamie, then more nightmares. You didn’t see him during the day, so you were left with only the memory of your two tiny interactions. You could remember the way his blond hair had swayed in the wind as he smoked, the faint hint of his cologne carrying on the air as he kissed your hand; you couldn’t escape him. You knew that, the next time you saw him, you had to tell him. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to see Jamie. Wednesday night came around quickly, and you tore apart your closet looking for the little white sundress that you knew you still had from when you were in high school. You’re as beautiful as an angel, his accent rang in your head as you tugged the dress over your head, and you sighed at yourself in the mirror. The irony wasn’t lost on you— dressing like an angel, yet still tempting the preacher. You wondered what he would do when he saw you; would he try to kiss you again? Maybe he wouldn’t do anything, and he would keep up the game of cat and mouse that you had. Honestly, you liked it. Being wanted was nice, but there was something fun about being desired and not being allowed to act on those desires. It made everything sweeter. 

Your parents didn’t say anything as you exited your room, grabbing a thin sweater just in case it was cold in the sanctuary (it never was, but your mother urged you to come prepared). The car ride was quiet, and your hands shook as your father parked in the small lot, steadying yourself for meeting Jamie. 

He stood at the door to the church again, greeting everyone as they came in. He wore a dark wide-brimmed hat, his usual suit, the shirt buttons done all the way up to his slender throat. He looked cool and smooth, and he grinned like a cat when he saw you. You had never felt more like a mouse in your life, and you gratefully took his hand into yours. 

“My, oh my,” Jamie said, his eyes scanning your frame. You should have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but you didn’t, despite the obviously hungry look in his light eyes. Even if he hadn't told you about his intentions, it wouldn't be hard to figure out why he was looking at you. “Who is this vision in white I see before me?” 

Your face went warm, and you managed to mutter out, “Thank you, Father.” Jamie did his usual kisses to your fingers, which only served to make your face go even hotter. You felt like everyone was looking at you but somehow, Jamie’s soft eyes soothed you. It seemed like nothing bad could happen so long as you were in Jamie's arms. Knowing this, you tugged him close by his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek, and you heard him draw in a quick breath at your meager affection. 

“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie told you. His cheeks tinged just a shade of pink, not even enough to really call it a blush— if you didn’t know any better, you would have attributed it to the heat and dry air. “I’d like to speak to you after the service, if that’s possible.” 

“Of course,” you told him. “Am I in trouble?” 

“Oh, no,” Jamie said. “Quite the opposite. I’d like to discuss our relationship; or where I’d like it to go, that is.”

You swallowed thickly, nervously, and you said, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Like on Sunday, Jamie’s sermon was beautiful. He spoke with power and grace, and you could hardly believe it when the end of it came. You could watch him speak for hours and never get bored of it. You stayed sitting in the pew as your parents stood, and your mother furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Are you alright?” she asked, and you picked at the bottom of your dress. 

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m alright. Jamie just said he wanted to talk to me after the sermon.”

“Oh,” your mother said. “What about?”

“I’m not sure,” you lied. “I think he might try to ask me on a date.” 

Your mother ground her back teeth; you could see her annoyance. “Make good decisions with him,” she said. “Don’t let him be let astray.” 

“I won’t, Mom,” you told her, your stomach twisting. You knew that you absolutely were leading him astray, but maybe he had a good plan on how to keep your relationship pure. Based on the way he was talking to you on Sunday, though, there was no way you could stay pure with him. “Jamie is good, I won’t do anything bad to him.” 

Jamie stood at his altar as everyone slowly filed out, making kind conversation with the people who approached him, and you watched him as you chewed on your bottom lip. He looked so good, and you crossed your legs as you waited. Finally, the last person left, the heavy wooden doors banging closed behind them, and Jamie turned his gaze towards you. 

Silently, he stepped away from the altar and towards you, the heavy heels of his boots clicking against the creaky wood floors. “You look beautiful,” Jamie told you as he sat down next to you, pulling off his hat and ruffling up his blond hair. 

You nodded anxiously. “You do too,” you told him. “Very handsome.” 

“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie said. “Now, I wanted to speak to you about… Us. I think it’s obvious that I can’t go on being polite and nice with you.” 

“Is it?” you asked. “I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me—“

“You sweet girl,” Jamie said with a little pout. “Did you really not know? I want to ruin you.” 

“Oh,” you said sharply. “I-I mean, I figured, but I didn’t want to say anything and assume a-and then make a fool out of myself.” 

“No fools here,” Jamie said. His hand touched your thigh, his hand impossibly warm against you, and you laid a gentle hand on top of his, letting your fingers nudge his. “I like knowing what you’re thinking. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Honestly?” you asked with a sigh, and Jamie nodded. “How badly I wish you would kiss me.” 

Quickly, he leaned into you, and he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and simple, and you leaned into him as his hand raised to gently touch your cheek. His rings were cool against your skin, and you pressed yourself closer to him as he held you carefully. He tasted like cigarettes and warm skin, all man and all Jamie, and he gently smoothed his teeth against your bottom lip, biting just enough to make you smile, before he fell away from you. He didn’t pull away completely, though, touching his forehead against yours and taking a deep breath. “Good,” he whispered. “Now I’d like to do something else.” 

“What is that?” you asked. 

“I think I’d like to make love to you,” Jamie told you. “Only if you want that, though.” 

You nodded quickly. “I want that,” you told him. “But, um, I’m a little nervous.” 

“Because you’ve never done it before?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly. “We don’t have to. I’d be happy to take you to dinner and drop you off back at your house, leaving you completely intact.” 

“Or…” you started. “You could fuck me here and now, and give into temptation.” 

“Oh, I’d love to do that,” Jamie said softly. He tilted his head, as if contemplating kissing you again. “I’d really love to… Tell me to stop and I will.” 

“I won’t,” you breathed, and you met him for another kiss. This one was instantly more, instantly hungrier, his warm tongue snaking between your lips and into your mouth as he held you close. His hands grabbed your waist and he tugged you close, and he broke the kiss to take a deep breath. His hands smoothed down to your thighs, and he pulled you into his lap, your legs parting wide to envelop his hips. He pulled at your pretty sundress as he kissed you again, and you carded your fingers through his hair as he claimed you again, chasing you into a hungry kiss. 

Your hips rocked down onto his as your knees pressed into the hard wood of the pew, aching just a little, and Jamie’s hand pressed into your ass and shoved your hips down onto him as his bucked up into you. You felt his hardness through his trousers, pressing up into you, and you gasped at the feeling. “How long’s it been?” you whispered, and Jamie pressed his forehead to yours again before stealing another quick kiss. 

“Years,” he mumbled. “S’nice not to have to do this myself.” 

“You masturbate?” you asked with a giggle. “Naughty preacher.” 

You yelped as his hand came down onto your ass, spanking you hard, the sound of it reverberating through the empty sanctuary. “I’m a grown man,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I have needs. As of Sunday, though, I’ve been insatiable.” 

“Lucky me,” you smiled, and Jamie gave you a half-smile, more of a smirk than anything. “You gonna fuck me hard?” 

“Keep talking to me like that and I just might,” Jamie chuckled. “You have no idea what I’ve imagined as I fucked my hand. It’s like I told you, I want to ruin you.” 

“Ruin me,” you begged him, leaning forward and kissing his smooth neck. Your hands fell from his hair and down to his shirt, and you started to unbutton his shirt. The more skin you exposed, the more ink you saw, and you gaped at him as you smoothed your hands down his shaved chest. He was covered in tattoos, all on his chest and sternum and belly, and your mouth watered at the sight of them. “Oh my God…” 

“I told you, I used to run around with a bad crowd,” Jamie told you, his hands pressing upwards into your dress. “Rock music and girls, it was… But this is better. You are better than all of that.” 

“You flatter me,” you laughed. “You haven’t had me yet.” 

Jamie shrugged. “I know a good fuck when I see one,” he said. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” 

“Stop it,” you mumbled as you blushed,  and Jamie grabbed handfuls of your ass, rucking your dress up past your hips. “What made you want to join the church?” 

“I grew up going,” Jamie told you as your hands fell to his pants, playing with his belt but not undoing it. Your heart beat deep inside your chest at the prospect of undressing him and seeing his cock, a sort of anxious glee making your heart race, and you listened intently as Jamie told you his story. “Me, my brothers… But when I was young, your age, I rebelled against it and had a sinful lifestyle, all of that that I told you about… But I got tired of that. I got tired of existing just for pleasure and sin, and I turned back to the church to guide me. But then you— You came into my life just a few days ago, and I already know that you’re what I was made for. I was made to guide you, to help you… I’m not supposed to be here like this, but I can pray for forgiveness for this one night.” 

“I’ve never believed in this sort of stuff,” you admitted. “But maybe, with your guidance, I can find a way to come back home.” 

“I’d do anything for you,” Jamie said. “Now, little lamb, I need to be inside you.” 

“Need you too,” you mumbled, and you finally resolved yourself to open his pants. You undid his belt and tugged it out of the loops, and your fingers shakily went for the button and zipper, pulling it down. “Jamie, I’m a little nervous.” 

“That’s okay,” Jamie said. “That makes me feel better, I’m terrified. But I need you more than I’m scared of you.” 

“Me too,” you told him. You took a deep breath and reached your hand down into his trousers, and your hand was quickly filled by his hard cock. He felt thick and heavy and hot, and you pulled him from out of his pants to get a proper look at him. His cock was flushed red, uncut, with a bead of creamy pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “Oh, wow.” 

“Like what you see?” Jamie chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl all mooney-eyed over my cock. I almost missed it.” 

“It looks really…” you started. “Umm… Big. Will it fit?” 

Jamie laughed, his big smile on display for you. “Will it fit?” he repeated. “Of course it will. I’ll make it.” 

Your skin prickled at his words, and his hands moved from your ass to your front, nudging your panties aside with his slender fingers. His rough fingertips slipped against your skin, feeling you and the little bit of wetness that you had leaking from you. You had been wet ever since Jamie had first kissed you, and Jamie leaned up and gave you another quick kiss as his fingers danced at your cunt. “Are you ready, little lamb?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly before he sank one, long finger inside you. 

You gasped, grabbing hard at his shoulders to keep yourself upright, and Jamie leaned in and kissed at your neck as his finger stroked you from the inside. “Jamie!” you squealed, and he grinned into your neck. 

“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he whispered, and you nodded, digging your nails into his skin. “Good, good girl. Make it hurt, baby.” 

“Jamie,” you groaned as he withdrew from you for a moment before pushing back in, fucking you slowly on his finger. “Want more, God.” 

Jamie continued to kiss your neck as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch of your pussy around him making you whimper in pain and pleasure. Make it hurt, he said. It certainly did, but you loved it. You looked down at yourself, and you drank in the sight of his tattooed fingers plunging deep inside you, the cross on his middle finger shining with your wet. It was so sinful, but Jamie was right; you could pray for forgiveness and God would grant it. Maybe you could even pray together. 

“Need you,” you moaned and worked your hips down onto his fingers, taking him deeper. Your body craved him in a way you had never felt before, hot and needy, and you squirmed in his arms as you tried to get more of him. 

“It’ll hurt if I fuck you now,” Jamie told you, and you kissed him deep, tasting every inch of his mouth. He grunted a bit, then tugged away from your mouth, and he pulled his fingers from you, pressing his hands to either side of your face. “Darling, I know you’re needy, such a sweet little thing you are, but I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet.” 

You pouted and whined, and Jamie pouted back at you, mocking you. “I know, little lamb,” he said. “But I want to take my time with you and savor my sin.” 

“Savor your sin,” you scoffed. “Please, Jamie, I’m ready!”

“I like the way you say my name,” Jamie mumbled, as if he were really thinking about it, and his hands danced in your hair, pushing it back from your face. “If I put my cock in you now, you mustn't get upset at how quickly I finish… It’s been years for me.” 

“I won’t,” you said softly. “I won’t be upset with you.” 

“Alright,” Jamie agreed. “Open your legs a little wider, you’re gonna ride my cock.” 

You did as he told you, parting your thighs even more severely than before, and he grabbed tight at your hips. He guided your hips with his strong grip, his azure eyes watching your every move, and you held his shoulders tightly as he touched the burning head of his cock to your quivering hole. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly, your belly flipping. It was really about to happen; you were really about to give your virginity to your preacher. And, God, you had never wanted anything so badly. “Put your full weight on me, don’t be afraid to.” 

“Okay,” you agreed, and Jamie continued his guidance, pulling you down further and further, his hot cock sliding between your sticky folds and into you. The first intrusion punched the breath from your lungs, and you gasped, and Jamie smiled wickedly. This man was no angel; he was a devil, maybe even the Devil, come to corrupt you and bring you into his palace of sin. You loved the hot flame in your chest, and you sealed your fate with a kiss, biting his plush bottom lip. 

“My sweet lamb,” Jamie mumbled, pulling his lips from your teeth. “Feels like heaven inside you… Fuck, this is just what I wanted.”

Without warning, Jamie bucked his hips up into you, burying himself up to his balls inside your cunt, and you gasped loudly at the sudden fullness. You had never realized how empty you felt until you were full of him, and suddenly the world seemed to snap into sharp perspective. Your life had been dull without him, not so shiny and bright; your life, you, had been empty. It wasn’t God’s love that could fix this feeling; it was Jamie’s love. Intentions be damned, you needed him. You would get on your knees and worship your lover and, knowing him, he would relish the prayers of his name and make you pray louder. 

“Jamie,” you whimpered, hanging your head and hiding in his warm neck. He smelled good, like the musk of a man and cigarettes and cologne, and your cunt throbbed around him. He was unmoving inside of you, letting you adjust to the size and feel of him, and you tugged at the blond ends of his hair. If you looked closely, really studied him, you saw that there was a hint of mousy-brown peeking from his scalp. Dyed hair; not what he seemed, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing, intent on devouring innocent little lambs. “Jamie!” 

“That’s it, little lamb,” Jamie whispered, kissing the side of your face as he grabbed hard at your ass, surely leaving bruises in his wake. “Who’s fucking you, love?” 

“You!” you sobbed. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and Jamie’s controlling ways came back, tugging you up on his cock until only the head of him remained inside you, then he pushed you back down, burying himself deep inside you once more. “Jamie, God!”

“Which one?” Jamie growled in your ear. “Me or Him?”

“You!” you cried again. “Always you! I’ll always choose you.” 

“Good girl,” Jamie told you, and his hand landed on your ass in a quick smack. It stung, but it only heightened your sinful pleasure, and you moaned as you allowed your tears to fall. “Confess your sins to your god, tell me what you’ve done.” 

“I lie,” you whimpered. “I cheat, I steal. I’ve done so bad, please forgive me.” 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Jamie grumbled in your ear, and he bit your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. You knew he was leaving his mark, dark and ugly, on your skin, but, for someone as beautiful as he was, it would be alright. Your ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock throb inside you, and his hands fell from your hips to stretch along the top of the pew, pressing his fingernails into the polished wood. His head tilted back just so, exposing the smooth and pale column of his throat, and he moaned softly, lightly. “Just like that, love. You’ll make me cum quick like this… I’ll forgive you, darling, you’ve done no wrong in my eyes. All the best lambs are led astray at times, it takes a powerful shepard to bring them back.”

“And that’s you?” you sniffled. 

Jamie’s head whipped up, his fallen eyes snapping open, and he examined your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks and your sputtery lips. You gasped out a sob, still riding his cock, and Jamie touched his hands to your arms, pulling them around his neck. Your front pressed against his, the straps of your dress falling from your shoulders, and Jamie laid a gentle kiss on your spit-covered mouth. “That’s me, lamb,” he said. “So long as you pray to me, I’ll lead you where you should be.” 

“Jamie,” you keened into his warm hands, feeling them explore your body, up your dress and down the front of it. Even his fingers were greedy, and you balked at the touch of him to that special nerve, sending shocks down your spine. “Jamie! Oh my God, fuck!” 

“Keep saying my name,” he said. “You’re doing so well for me. When we’re done here, I’ll take you home, have you pray to me all night. Would you like that? Just you and your god, all alone, worshipping me as I worship your body?”

“Yes!” you sobbed. His cock was so deep inside you, driving you wild, and you squeezed your arms around his neck to draw him into a kiss. Now you were the greedy one, chasing him with a million kisses, and Jamie smiled his winning grin. 

“Already devoted,” he said. “You’ll never stray very far again, will you?”

“Not as long as you fuck me like this,” you told him, and his fingers continued their harsh circles on your clit. Your cunt spasmed at the feeling, your entire body unsure what to do with itself, and you could taste your oncoming orgasm. You could tell that your lover, your god, was close too, and he gnashed his teeth as he pinched your thigh, making your legs open wider. 

“I’ll fuck you better,” he said. “In bed, I’ll kiss you all over and really worship you, I’ll take my time with you. Fuck, sweet thing, I’m cumming inside, I have to.”

“Please,” you begged him. “Give it to me, please, I need it.”

“I’ll worship you all night,” Jamie whispered, controlling your body as you rode him. His hot cock was heavy as he fucked in and out, the drag of him making you feel lightheaded, and you sniffled up your tears as Jamie whispered in your ear. “You’d like that, won’t you? Just you and me…” His eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows lifting in ecstasy, and, when he spoke next, he was breathless. “I’m cumming, lamb, I’m—”

You felt his release coat your walls, your throbbing cunt milking him for every drop, and you moaned with him, singing your holy hymn. His fingers rubbed you through his orgasm, drawing you to your own finish, and your hips stuttered as you squealed and, for the first time, came. The hot lightning prodded at your thighs and belly and the base of your spine, and you gushed around him, covering you and him with your release. Your breaths came in short gasps as you tried to control your quivering body, and Jamie held you close, matching his breathing to yours. His inked chest was slick with sweat as he pressed himself against you, and you shucked off his jacket and unbuttoned shirt to get to his bare skin. Jamie laughed at you and smoothed his hand down your hair, and he kissed your forehead. 

“Good, good,” he whispered. “Such a good girl. Come here, you’re just shaking like a little leaf.” 

Jamie’s grip was tight around you as he held you, his cock now soft inside you, but he made no move to pull out. “Not exactly immaculate,” he mumbled, and he placed a kiss below your ear. “But it’ll do.” 

“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, God, I love you.” 

“I love you so much,” Jamie whispered. “My sweet lamb. Come home with me, please, let me worship you.” 

“Of course,” you said. “Anything for you. Only…” 

“What?” Jamie asked. "What's wrong?"

“I think my parents are waiting for me,” you mumbled. “I told them that you were wanting to speak with me and nothing more.” 

“Hmm,” Jamie huffed quickly. “What a talk, huh?”

You giggled, and Jamie helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He fell from inside you, his soft cock just as beautiful as him hard, and you both busied yourself with fixing yourselves back into a presentable state. Jamie replaced his wide-brimmed hat to hide his messy hair, but there was no hiding what he had done to you. Bites on your neck, marks on your skin, bruises on your thighs. If this was what worship with him was like, it might be worth it to invest in a good painkiller. 

“Jamie?” you said softly, touching your tender neck, and he stood to his full height, examining you. He tsk-ed his tongue a few times as his fingers touched your neck as well, and he reached for your abandoned sweater, helping you pull it on.

“It won’t hide them,” Jamie started. “But it’ll do.” His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the solid black heart on his chest visible through the gap, and you smiled at the thought of him. Your handsome man, your God, your inked and pierced and tatted rock-and-roll God. “I don’t mean to scare you with this, lamb, but if you think that this life would suit you, we could… Well, let’s say that you might not be leaving on Friday.” 

“No?” you asked. “I’d be staying here with you, I suppose?” 

“Only if you’d like,” Jamie said quickly. “If you want, you can go back to your life in the big city and forget about this small town, it’s what I would do.” 

“But what if I don’t want that?” you asked. “What if I want to be… I don’t know, your muse? Your Mother Mary? What is a simple girl to a god?”

“You can be whatever you wish to be,” Jamie told you. “I’d marry you right now, in fact, to keep you. But I guess we should probably try to at least act like we’re courting like a normal couple instead of getting married within three days of knowing each other.”

“But couples back then used to do that all the time,” you said quickly. The thought of marriage excited you, wearing his ring and carrying his name and maybe even his child; it was all so invigorating. “My grandfather proposed to my grandmother after a week of meeting her.” 

“A week does not three days make, little lamb,” Jamie chuckled. “How about this? We’re together, using whatever title you’d like and makes you comfortable, and, after enough time, we can tell the church that we’re getting married.” 

“How much time is that?” you asked. 

“Enough time for those hickies to fade, at least,” Jamie said, pressing his thumb to one of the marks on your neck. “Does that sound nice?” 

“Yes,” you said. “It does.” 

Jamie walked you to the front door of the church and he opened the door for you. You saw your parents’ car idling in the small lot, all alone, but, before you could say anything, Jamie pressed his palm to your cheek and kissed you gently. Only his lips pressed to yours, no snaking tongue or wandering hands, and you gasped gently. “Jamie, my parents can see—“

“This was our first kiss,” he told you quickly. “We spoke about how you wished to be closer to God, and I asked you to dinner, and I couldn’t control my urges and kissed you. Now, I’ll make a face and turn away, regretting what I’ve done.” 

“What an actor I’ve got,” you giggled, and Jamie smiled against your mouth. The kiss finally broke, and Jamie smoothed down his jacket on his body as he assumed the anxious energy of a man who wasn’t sure of his actions. “When will I see you next?” you asked. 

“Tonight,” Jamie said. “For dinner. I’ll pick you up at your house.”

“Alright,” you said. “Umm… Goodbye, my God.” 

“Goodbye, my lamb,” Jamie said, and you felt his steely blue gaze on you as you turned and made quick time to your car, sliding into the backseat. 

“So,” your mother said slowly as you slammed the car door shut. “You and Father James…” 

“He said he could see me struggling with my faith,” you lied quickly, your neck burning with the marks he gave you. If you craned your head and looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, you could even see the red patches that would bloom to purple overnight. “And he helped me pray.” 

“And what else?” 

You swallowed thickly. “He asked me to dinner,” you said carefully. 

“Did he?” your mother asked smoothly. “Anything other than that kiss?”

“I-I didn’t ask for him to,” you said quickly. “He just… Did. And he apologized for it.” 

“Are you still going to dinner with him?” your mother asked, and you nodded quickly. “Be careful. Father James might be a holy man, but he’s still just a man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“I won’t get hurt,” you said. “Not so long as I have him by my side.”

[hey-kae]

A Gift from the Ferrari Gods

Part 1: 20 Minutes to Spare

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Request: Hello! Love your writing!!! I don’t know if you take requests, but I was wondering if you would maybe write a Sequel to 20 mins to spare where Charles brought home one of the race suits? And then sexy shenanigans follow 😈😈 If not, totally understand, and I hope you keep putting up content!!

Warnings: Thigh riding, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (kinda), cockwarming(kinda), slight praise kink i think, begging and orgasm control. (Buckle up ig)

Sidenote: Did i google the french translation for “i’m gonna cum” and never used it because it made me uncomfortable? Yeah i did… Also, this is long and it’s pure filth. Read at your own risk!

It was already past ten in the morning when your deep slumber was knocked out of its place by that weird phase of half-sleeping where you can hear everything around you. An obnoxious bird outside was loudly contributing to the process of waking you up and any chance of falling back asleep was eliminated when you sensed a figure standing by the side of the bed, shadowing you as if it was waiting for you to open your eyes.

It would’ve been creepy if you didn’t know who it was. Charles.

“What do you want?” You groaned in annoyance, turning onto your back and covering your face with a pillow so you wouldn’t have to face the sunlight just yet.

You waited a few seconds, awaiting a reply but you received none, what weirded you out.

Throwing the pillow away, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes then propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up to find a bright flash of Ferrari red blocking your view. The color was too much to take, considering the fact that you had just woken up.

Once your vision adjusted to the intrusion, you realized that Charles was just casually wearing a race suit, minus the shoes and gloves, and standing still-as-stone with a stupidly big smile on his face.

“You’re going somewhere?” You asked, wondering if you had forgotten about some event he told you about.

“Non.” He chuckled.

“Is this some sort of a suit fitting or something?” You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out why he was just wearing his suit in the house.

“Also no.”

“Then, what the hell is going on?” You frowned, now genuinely confused.

“C’mon. Think a little!” He teased, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

The wheels in your mind started spinning, trying to find any memory that would point you to the reason behind your boyfriend’s current attire.

“It’s still too early for this, Charles.” You gave up, “Why are you wearing the suit?”

“You forgot about Canada already?” He smirked, pulling the sheets off your body and placing his hand on your leg.

“What? What does that-“ then the conversation that happened after you had sex in the bathroom resurfaced in your mind, “Oh my god, Charles! I was joking!” You gasped.

You were wide awake now and fully sat up in the bed, your eyes glued on Charles as he laughed full-heartedly.

“Does that mean it doesn’t turn you on?” He teasingly asked after his laughter died down, already knowing the honest answer to his question.

“Viens ici, mon amour.” Come here, my love. He held out his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you onto his lap, the pajama shorts you were wearing doing barely anything to shield your skin from the rough material of his suit.

“Réponds-moi, chérie.” Answer me, darling. He slipped his hands under your shirt, resting them firmly on your waist. “It doesn’t turn you on?” His eyes studied your expression attentively, not wanting to miss any of your reactions to his words and his touch.

“I never said that.” You shortly replied, you walls clenching as you realized where this was going.

“Good.” He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off.

With newfound eagerness, you quickly nodded and he pulled the material over your head, cursing under his breath when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He pulled you closer, eliminating the remaining distance between you two and kissing you with pure hunger. His hands moved up your body painfully slow until they reached your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers and rubbing them with his thumbs.

When it came to Charles, that was enough to have you moaning into his mouth, that was all it took for you to start rocking against his crotch, desperate for any friction as you felt the wetness start to pool between your legs.

Charles then broke the kiss, moving down to nibble on your neck instead, leaving small marks on your collarbones.

“Wanna hear you, baby.” He spoke against your skin, the vibrations of his voice making you shiver.

His hands went back to your nipples and he pinched them with just enough force that you let out a high pitched moan and arched your body into him.

“Encore.” More.

He trailed his mouth down until his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud of nerves, his teeth carefully grazing the sensitive skin there. The feeling left you desperately aching for more, for stronger pleasure. It made you want anything he was willing to give, not caring if it was his fingers, his tongue or his dick.

“Charles, please.” You pleaded, you hand tugging on his hair to relieve some tension.

“Please what, ma belle?” He looked at you, clearly wanting an answer but not just any answer. He wanted an explicit one that would describe everything that’s on your mind in the filthiest way possible.

“Fuck… Please fuck me, Charles.” You begged, ending the sentence with a peck to his lips.

“Tsk,” he kissed your lips, “pas encore au moins.” Not yet at least, then his lips met the spot under your ear, “Il y a beaucoup de choses que je veux te faire d'abord.” There’s a lot of things i wanna do to you first. He clarified before he kissed the base of your neck then proceeded to suck a hickey there, the light stinging making you whimper.

Once he was satisfied with the mark he left, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging on them demandingly.

“I want these off.”

You frowned at him as you realized that would leave you fully naked while he’s still completely covered up.

“You’re still fully dressed.” You pointed out, moving your hands to try to unzip the suit. However, he stopped your movements, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it up to kiss it.

“I wanna make the most out of the suit, mon amour.”

You didn’t really know what he meant but it didn’t matter because you trusted him, so you got up and slipped your shorts off, your panties immediately following.

You went back to straddle Charles but his hands immediately found your waist and he guided you into a sitting position different than the previous one. Much to your delight, you were now straddling his thigh, the contact between your clit and the suit material already making it difficult to breath steadily. It clicked in your mind, what Charles wanted and you almost moaned at the thought.

“Ride my thigh, ma belle. Make a mess on the suit for me.” You let out a shaky breath as his hands guided you to move. Your eyes squeezed shut, the amount of pleasure the friction was giving you being quite surprising.

“Non, ma cherie. Keep your eyes on me or I won’t let you cum. D’accord?” Okay? He instructed, one of his hands intertwining with yours. He started moving both your hands down your body until he reached his destination, one of his fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit as he made sure to keep the rest interlaced with your fingers. You struggled to keep your eyes open as the pleasure intensified but you managed to keep them locked with Charles’ lust-filled ones. The way he was looking at you was sending electric sparks through you veins, effortlessly electrifying you. His eyes seemed to study every reaction you made and he payed attention to every breath you let out and every pleading whimper that slipped past your lips. He had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you ride his thigh, your eyes dark with lust and hooded from the pleasure, your cheeks already red as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Charles.” You whined, fighting the urge to just throw your head back and shut your eyes, letting the pleasure take over you. You found yourself searching for any support, your free hand eventually reaching for Charles chest, clutching onto the red material of the suit as you continued rocking your hips on his thigh.

“Merde, comme j’adore te voire comme ça.” Shit, how i adore seeing you like this. He said, your leg brushing against against his boner repeatedly driving him mad. His moved his hands back to your hips, gripping onto you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if it left marks, forcing you to move faster. A string of profanities spilled out of your mouth as a result. Meanwhile, his strong gaze was making this experience ten times more erotic. It made you shake with pleasure as his eyes bored into yours with bone-chilling intensity.

“Oh god, i’m gonna-“ A load moan cut you off as your body begged you to release.

“Let it go, baby.” Charles reassured you, placing a kiss onto your chest. That was all it took for your head to fall backwards, the pressure in your stomach exploding as you whimpered in sensitivity. Your whole body shook as you released onto your boyfriend’s clothed thigh.

After that, and without any warning, Charles hoisted you up, turned around and laid you down on the bed while you were still panting, struggling to recover from such an intense orgasm. His lips immediately found yours as he hovered above you. The kiss held so much passion, desperation and lust, his teeth nibbling on your lips, his tongue fighting yours for dominance and pushing to freely discover your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate to memorize the curve of your lips.

Little did you know that it was just a distraction since Charles wanted to catch you off guard. His plan seemed to have worked perfectly and he was greatly satisfied to hear you gasp when two of his fingers pushed into you without any warning. Your back arched in pleasure as your mind caught onto what was happening.

“Oh my god, Charles.” You moaned against his lips and you literally felt him smirk in satisfaction. He then moved down to l leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, simultaneously curling his fingers inside of you, rubbing all the right spots that have you whining in ecstasy under him. You reaction encouraged him to make it a point to curl them every few thrusts, loving how you reacted when he did.

Wanting to admire you as usual, Charles sat up a bit straighter, his eyes taking in every curve of your body and settling down onto your pussy where his fingers repeatedly disappeared inside of you.

“So fucking pretty with my fingers inside of you.” He praised, “Do you like it, ma belle? Does it feel good?” He asked in a dazed voice, getting lost in the sight of you so vulnerable under him, writhing on your shared bed as his fingers fucked you.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t muster an answer even if your life depended on it. You cried out his name in response, knowing Charles loved it when you did that. Other people might want clear answers and words, but he lived for the idea that you were too far gone to reply, that he was giving you so much pleasure that your brain couldn’t think of any words other than his name.

Your legs were starting to shake and close shut as another wave of pleasure built up inside of you but Charles was quick to force them apart with his knees while simultaneously increasing the speed he was moving his hand at. You didn’t really expect any less from him, given the fast reactions he was trained to have and all. It took seconds after that for him to feel your walls tightening against his digits. Once again, the pleasure took over your mind and you hand fisted the bedsheet as your moans increased. Another orgasm shook your body and you came for the second time, whimpering Charles’ name over and over.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning your arousal off of them with his tongue. He groaned once he realized you were watching, wanting you to know how much he enjoyed tasting you. His little show was the direct cause behind your inability to catch your breath.

“You should get a side job as a professional torturer. You’d do great in that field.” You joked, catching a glimpse of entertainment in his eyes.

“You taste so good, mon amour. Ça me donne l’envie d’en avoir plus.” It makes me want to have more. He suggested, already pushing your legs back apart. However, this time, you were quick to sit up, pushing him back by the shoulders.

“Take the suit off, for fuck’s sake. I might have said i like it but nothing comes close to being as attractive as your naked body.” You told him, giving his lips a small kiss and sliding your hand down to cup his erection, figuring that it might help your case. You were just craving the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

He seemed to be thinking his options through for a few seconds before he finally pulled you closer and breathed the words into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine: “Do it yourself if you are so desperate to see me naked, ma chérie.”

That was all it took for you to push him back so that he was laying with his back against the mattress. You climbed on top of him, your legs on either side of his body, your pussy right on top of crotch.

While it seemed unfair to tease him after the two mind blowing orgasms he gave you, you just couldn’t resist the urge to. You rocked your hips against him and smiled when he whined your name pleadingly.

You started off by kissing him, making sure to keep moving against his cock, feeling how hard he was for you. Then, you bit his lower lip, pulling on it a little before moving down to his neck, kissing it all the way down until you reached the collar of the race suit. You hands rushed to undo all the velcro tape that secured the zipper and once that part was done, you took the zipper’s slider between your teeth and started dragging it down slowly while looking up at Charles who was closely watching you with hunger, his lips parted open and lust written all over his face. You maintained eye contact and continued undressing him.

Once the race suit was completely unzipped, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and you pulled the item of clothing completely off, leaving him in his boxers. It was a pleasant surprise that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it like he normally did.

“You’ve taken such good care of me, mon amour, now let me take care of you.” You said, kissing his chest, his abs down his v-line, finally pulling his boxers off when you reached them, freeing his hard length. Charles immediately groaned in relief.

You stroked him a few time, rubbing your thumb along his tip, hearing him gasp as you licked his length all the way down to the base. You looked up to find him already watching you so you locked eyes with him, knowing he loved that.

A euphoric whimper left his mouth as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him, finally promising him a much needed relief.

Charles kept lifting his head off the mattress so he can watch you while you had your lips wrapped around him. You met his eyes right away, taking him deeper as he watched.

“Fuck.” He groaned when you looked up at him through your lashes just as he hit the back of your throat. You started moving your head up and down, basking in the noises Charles was making as you hollowed your cheeks around him, taking as much of him as possible into your mouth while moving your fingers around what you couldn’t take. His hands were forcefully tugging on the sheets, turning his knuckles white as your teeth very lightly grazed his length. Once you noticed his need to hold onto something, you brought your free hand up to one of his, intertwining your fingers. You immediately felt the pressure as he squeezed your hand, swearing left and right when you swirled your tongue on his tip.

No matter how good and natural Charles’ English became, he always referred back to his first language in these kinds of moments. You loved it. You loved hearing him curse in french and you loved it even more when he whispered filthy french remarks in you ear.

“Merde… Mon dieu, y/n. Je vais-“ Shit… My god, y/n. I’m gonna- He moaned, his hips bucking up, pushing himself further down your throat, making your eyes water. You could tell he was close. Seconds later, he finally let go, releasing into your mouth as he panted from his orgasm. You swallowed and sat up, smiling at him after wiping you mouth.

He smiled back and pulled you on top of him, kissing you passionately, but you knew him so well and you could tell there was still something on his mind. Therefore, it didn’t come as no surprise when he started mumbling against your lips.

“Still wanna taste you, chérie.” He said and quickly flipped you over so you were laying on your back. He kneeled by the bed and pulled you down so your legs were dangling off the edge.

“Spread your legs for me.” He asked and you happily complied.

“Si belle comme ça. Je t’adore,” So beautiful like this. I adore you, he kissed your inner thigh, “et j’adore ton corps.” And i adore your body. You felt his kisses turn into soft bites as he inched higher, coming closer to your wet core.

With no further warning, his tongue met your clit, flat against the nerve bundle.

“Spécialement cette partie de ton corps, chérie.” Especially this part of your body, darling. Contrasting his first move, he started giving you small licks, moving his tongue between your clit and your entrance.

“Charles, please.” You whined. Your body was ready to beg Charles for anything more.

“Quoi, mon amour? T’aime m’avoir entre tes jambes? Dis-moi combien tu aime ma langue, et je te donnerai ce que tu veux, chérie.” What, my love? Do you love having me between your legs? Tell me how much you love my tongue and i’ll give you what you want, darling. He told you then went back to teasing you.

“Please… Charles, please. Oh my god.” You moaned as he sucked on your clit.

“Dis-moi, ma belle.” Tell me, my beautiful. He still insisted, not backing down.

“Fuck. I love having you between my legs, i love it so much, i fucking adore your tongue and it makes me feel so fucking good. Fuck, Charles. Please, please do something.”

Having gotten what he wanted, he dived right in, pushing his tongue into you and licking you like he’s hungry for it. Your hands quickly got lost in his hair and he pulled your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him better access to your pussy.

“So wet for me, ma belle.” Charles spoke against your entrance, sending the vibrations of his voice through your body. You felt his tongue stroking you in all the right places, making you arch your back. Charles’ hands immediately pressed against your stomach, pushing you back down to lay flat against the mattress.

“Un peu de patience, chérie.” A little bit of patience, darling. He taunted, guiding his fingers to rub your clit as his tongue lapped on your wetness.

It took barely any time for your orgasm to build up since you were still sensitive from his teasing and your two previous ones.

“I’m gonna cum.” You warned him before letting go while gasping his name, feeling his comforting hand rub circles on your thigh as you tugged on his hair.

“You’re doing such a good job, mon amour.” He praised and watched you get flustered over his comment. It made him grin.

He then laid beside you, held your hand and waited for you to recover, comfortingly kissing your knuckles and wrist for a couple minutes before pitching in the idea of him fucking you.

“Think you can still handle that?” He asked, pushing back the hair from your damp forehead.

You quickly nodded, desperately wanting to feel him fill you up even after three orgasms.

“T’es completement sûr?” You’re completely sure? He questioned.

Instead of a reply, you pulled him towards you and he quickly got the memo.

Charles got back on top of you, lodging himself between your legs, his mouth covering yours in loving kisses. His hand wrapped around his cock, repeatedly moving his tip from your clit to your entrance teasingly.

“Charles, s’il te plais…” Charles, please… you whined, not feeling appreciative of his teasing.

“Que veux tu, mon amour?” What do you want, my love? He smirked, pushing his tip into you little before moving it back to your clit.

“I want you. Fuck me. Please. I want to feel you filling me up so bad.” You begged in desperation and he thrust into you all at once, making your mouth fall open. He started moving inside of you almost immediately, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him making him feel so desperate for a second release.

“Always so good and warm around me.” He praised, pounding into you with increased spead, his hips meeting yours perfectly with every movement.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. He memorized all your cues, all your curves and all your features, but most importantly, he knew just what leaves you writhing and moaning beneath him. He knew that the spot he was hitting inside of you would make you whimper from the pleasure and he was right, your cries of ecstasy feeling like his own personal reward. He loved his effect on you and how responsive to him you were.

As the pleasure intensified, you decided that he was too far from you, that you needed him closer. Therefore, you reached up for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to your chest.

“I love you so much, Charles.” You breathed the words before meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss he happily welcomed.

“Je t’aime aussi, ma belle.” I love you too, my beautiful. He said the words back between kisses as he made sure to push deeper into you. Your hips subconsciously lifted to meet his thrusts, proving that your bodies were in full sync. The feeling made you release a high pitched moan that got muffled by Charles’ lips.

For many minutes, he moved inside you repeatedly, every thrust feeling better than the previous one and every move bringing you closer to your orgasm. You knew you wouldn’t last long since the sensitivity from your previous releases was still in effect. You were already struggling to steady your legs so you wrapped them around Charles, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

“More, please.” You managed to say, desperate for him to give you everything he has to give.

“More what, babe?” He sounded breathless but you were busy admiring how swollen his lips looked to acknowledge that.

“More everything, Charles.” You rushed then quickly pushed your lips against his again.

He moaned into your mouth and started thrusting faster and harder like you asked, one of his hands moving down your body, pulling one of your legs up by the thigh, giving him better access for a deeper angle as the other limb remained wrapped around him.

He could literally feel the vibrations in your legs as he felt you clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, i swear i’ll never get used to this.” He groaned then leaned down to kiss your neck, “Tu es si parfaite, mon amour.” You are so perfect, my love. The words were whispered right into your ear, igniting goosebumps on your skin as you felt the pleasure build up. Charles immediately noticed it by how hard your walls were squeezing him.

“You wanna cum, babe?” He asked.

“Yes. Oh god, fuck yes. I don’t think i can hold it, Charles.” You stated the obvious as your body shuddered with pent up pleasure.

“Then let go for me, chérie. Cum all over my cock.”

And you did let go. The intensity of such a strong orgasm blinded you, made you lose control over your body as Charles stilled inside of you. You brain seemed to have forgotten all the words it knew, settling down on repeatedly whining Charles’ name like a broken player, while he lightly caressed your thigh.

He patiently waited for your breathing to go back to normal and for you to open you eyes and when you did, you were met with his caring gaze and a soft smile on his lips.

“Tout va bien?” Is everything okay? He asked. You only nodded in response.

“I don’t want to push you too hard but can you handle one more? I wanna cum inside you so bad.”

You barely thought his words through before accepting. That’s the thing about sex with Charles: too much still never felt like enough.

“Wanna ride you though.” You slurred, suddenly feeling the need for control.

Charles gladly nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, kissing your temples.

You both then adjusted your positions so he was sat against the headboard with you on top of him, taking his dick inside of you as deep as it can go.

Sure, you were so incredibly sensitive that every move doubled in intensity but you were enjoying these moments of vulnerability with Charles.

You started moving, bouncing on his length and watching as his eyes closed and his head fell back against the headboard, exposing his neck. You leaned in closer and planted small kisses against his jaw. You debated giving him a love bite, calculating if it would fade before the Silverstone grand prix. Giving into your thoughts, you started sucking and biting onto the skin under his ear until you saw a bruise form. You made sure to keep the hickey small so it would fade just in time for his trip to Britain.

Meanwhile, Charles’ hands moved down your back and clawed at you ass as you alternated between bouncing on him and rolling your hips.

“Oh mon dieu. Oui chérie, juste comme ça.” Oh my god. Yes darling, just like that. He whined with a weak voice.

“J'aurais dû te faire supplier comme t’as fait à moi.” I should’ve made you beg like you did with me. You pointed out just to get a reaction out of him.

“Tu crois?” You think? He immediately replied in a challenging tone. You hummed in confirmation.

“Alright then.” His hands firmly gripped your waist, ending your brief moment of power by controlling your movements. The lazy and mellow pace quickly transformed back to a fast and rough one as he moved you faster against his dick, bringing out more frequent moans and whimpers from the both of you. The sensitivity of your clit from the preceding actions was starting to get to you as it rubbed against Charles’ crotch. It even increased as he started thrusting his hips up, making your breath catch in your throat at how deep in your stomach you felt him.

By now, you were feeling too weak to hold yourself up so you just collapsed on his chest, your lips parted and your eyes teary from the overwhelming pleasure. For the fifth time today, you felt your orgasm nearing, only this time it felt way more intense. This wasn’t a wave of pleasure, this was a fucking tsunami.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Charles’ hand briefly left your waist. He raked it through your hair, brushing it behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Pas encore, y/n. Attends un peu.” Not yet, y/n. Wait a little.

“What?” You mind was too hazy to comprehend that this was his reaction to you suggesting you make him beg.

“Beg for it, babe.” He smirked through his moans.

You immediately obeyed since you felt like you couldn’t hold it in for long, your shaking legs doing nothing but proving your point.

“Please, Charles, I need to cum so bad, please let me.” The brief sentence was all you managed to say.

“Oh c’mon, ma belle. Je suis certain que tu peux faire mieu que ça.” I’m sure you can do better than that.

“I need to cum so fucking bad. You feel so good so deep inside of me, i really need to cum all over your cock, Charles. Please, i’m begging you. I can’t hold it in anymore.” You blurted out, not understanding how you managed so much words in this state.

You got no reply from Charles. You just noticed him move you faster, making you shake and struggle more. Then you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Let go now.” He finally said and you both came together, cursing and whimpering each other’s names as you finally released. Tears spilled from your eyes as you felt the relief wash over you, the overstimulation making this feel way more sensual and intense than usual.

However, it worried Charles when he felt a teardrop fall onto his chest.

“Look at me, ma belle.” He lifted your chin up so he could see your face.

“Did i take it too far? Was it too much?” He asked with genuine worry once he saw your tear streaked cheeks. He wiped your face while waiting for a response.

“Oh my god, no! Not at all, mon amour. That was the best orgasm of my life.” You gave him a drunken smile and kissed his jaw since you didn’t have the energy to pull yourself up to kiss his lips yet. “It was perfect and you are beyond perfect.”

“You worried me for a second there, ma chérie.” He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close. Your arms imitated his and wrapped around his torso as well while you smiled at his concern.

“Is it a day off today?” You hopefully asked seconds later, desperately craving a lazy day of cuddling with him after so much action this morning.

He hummed in confirmation, resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes.

Your heart did a little dance at his response. You were more than delighted that you had him all to yourself the whole day.

“Then let me just get up and-“ you started to pull yourself up so he can pull out but Charles groaned in objection and held you closer.

“Not yet.” He objected, “This is easier than cleaning ourselves up anyway and it’s comfortable as fuck too.” He smiled.

There wasn’t a single bone in your body that was fighting to resist this offer so you just relaxed against him.

“Merci.” He thanked you for not arguing with him before reaching over to pull the covers on top of you.

The movement caused some friction down where your bodies were still joint together, making you hiss since you felt unable to handle even this slight friction.

“Sorry, babe.” He quickly apologized and covered the two of you up. You sat there in comfortable, much needed silence until he started speaking again.

“I would just like to take a moment to thank all the Ferrari gods for gifting us such a magical suit. It is truly a gift to be appreciated.” You looked up at Charles and saw him dramatically looking up, speaking like he was actually thanking a god of some sort with an adorable, playful grin on his face.

It made you chuckle against his chest and the sound immediately attracted his attention. He looked down at you with an adoring, delighted smile and kissed your forehead with so much emotion if felt like the physical form of “i love you”.

It barely took a couple minutes until the exhaustion of the morning’s events caught up to you two and you fell back asleep in each others’ arms with small, peaceful smiles painted on your lips.

[augustinescruelsummer]

you don’t look fine | j.seresin

AN: crappy one shot for my beloved because i’m working on a one shot about meeting Jake at the bar and becoming his boyfriend and the usual.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.3k

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You stifled another cough from the backroom of The Hard Deck, praying to the Lord that Penny did not notice the slight cold you had going on. Besides, she needed you and you needed the hours. You could fight through a cough. And the fever. And the pounding headache. Everything was fine, you told yourself as you shoved another bottle of liquor into its proper place. The boxes that adorned the back room gave you an even more aggressive headache, and it made you want to come in early just to fix the monstrosity.

“We need you back out here!” Penny called out to you, suddenly flinging the door to the backroom. You nearly dropped the bottle of tequila in your hand from her entrance, and she looked highly out of breath. “Um, you told me I was on inventory today.” She narrowed her eyes, but you could tell she didn’t actually mind your questions. “It’s a long story. Just trust me when I say a certain person I didn’t want to see ever again just stumbled into our bar.” She crossed her arms and leaned against one of the storage shelves, trying to act casual. You gave her a teasing side eye before handing her the heavy box.

“Shit!” She grimanced under the weight, nearly falling over. “Maybe I can–” “Nope!” You responded, flying out from the backroom, happy to be free. The loud pounding music of the bar had suddenly reminded you as to why you wanted to stay on inventory today. Nonetheless, you slid behind the bar watching your usual cadets run a game of pool. A man, who looked around Penny’s age, had taken a seat at the bar and appeared to be looking for someone.

“How can I help you, sir?” You flashed him a friendly smile, and he awkwardly smiled back. He ordered his drink, clearly looking for someone. It didn’t take an idiot to put together this was the person Penny was avoiding. You observed his jacket, trying to be nonchalant about it. Clearly, you were failing, because he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, now highly embarrassed, “I was just observing the patches.” He hummed in response, and you frowned at the sudden coldness. Who shit in his cereal this morning, you thought.

This man was clearly having a rough day, but to be honest so were you. You poured him a beer and shot him a thumbs up awkwardly. You instantly regretted doing it after it happened. He seemed to loosen up as he observed the cadets around him, and you knew he was probably familiar with the group of navy cadets that were regulars here. They were your favorite customers, especially one.

He was here, his presence loud even from the bar.

“Sweetheart! Can I get the usual?”

Speak of the devil.

The smile that spread across your face at the sound of his voice was almost embarrasing. Jake. Better known as Hangman, or manwhore, if you ask the wrong person. He was fitted in his cadet uniform, all of his beautiful honors from his time in the navy pinned on his uniform. He looked especially good today.

“Hello?” He asked, spurring you from your thoughts.

“Shit, my bad!” You responded, not hesitating to duck under the bar to grab his beers. What the fuck was wrong with me? You thought, popping up from behind the counter before sliding his beer his way. Jake observed your face for a moment before plopping down in the bar stool in front of you.

“You don’t look fine,” he observed, furrowing his eyebrows at your sudden pale complexion. Usually you’d be blushing like no one else when you were caught staring, or when he threw the casual pet name at you. His sudden concern caught you off guard, and you tried not to let it go to your head.

“I am fine,” you bit back at him, suddenly growing annoyed with his observant behavior. Why would he care if you were not feeling well? He quirked one eyebrow up, and stared you down for a second longer. The rest of his team had made an advance to call him back to the pool table, but he ignored them. “You don’t look good, though.” Although having a concerned expression on his face, the cocky shit smirked as he said it.

“Well then stop looking,” you barked at him before throwing your dishrag on the bar and aggressively beginning to clean. Jake faltered for a moment before lightly chucking and grabbing his beer. His team was eagerly awaiting his return to the pool table, only Coyote closely observing the interaction between the pair.

Throughout the night you dealt with the usual, cranky old white men and their counterparts, along with some aviators that thought they were above everyone else in America. Your head was pounding when the last hour of your shift came around, and Rooster was about to take the piano. You slid out from behind the bar, as Penny had taken her return after her visitor left.  You could tell she was worried about you as you excused yourself to grab some advil.

Jake had kept an eye on you the whole night, and Coyote was beginning to notice his staring. “You have a thing for Penny’s bartender, Jake?” He asked playfully, leaning on his pool stick. Jake shot him a look, “I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.” Coyote’s face was flabbergasted, he was not expecting Jake to straight up admit his feelings. Jake had never been one to sit with Coyote and talk about crushes and feelings, more just about previous hookups. “Seresin has a fuckin’ crush now?” Notorious for being the loudest in the room, cadets' heads turned at his boisterous comment. Jake slowly turned to face Coyote, whose face had dropped.

“Oh, shit. I didn’t think that came out as loud.”

Jake was blushing furiously now as Phoenix and Fanboy began to poke fun at him. They were begging him to reveal who it was, and luckily Coyote was doing a good job with keeping his mouth shut. Which was surprising to the whole group. Hangman was caught up in their teasing that he didn’t even notice you slip out the back door.

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Hangman hadn’t seen you in three days, the longest he’s ever gone without having his eye on you. He tried not to let his face light up too much when you appeared from the back door, tying your waist apron. He instantly crossed over to the bar, earning a whistle from Coyote.

“I’ve missed you, honey.” He said smugly as he strolled up to the bar, an opened beer already in his hand. He was dressed more casual today, a pair of shorts and a nicely fitting athletic top. You tried not to let your gaze wander to his bulging biceps as he put a hand down on the bar. Since when did I get so horny for Bagman? You thought, shaking his biceps out of your mind as you stared at his gorgeous face. Oh my God!  

“Ever heard of a period, Bagman?” You tossed back at him, bouncing back just as quickly. He scrunched his nose up at the mention of a period and the nickname you adorned him with.

“Hangman.”

“Mmm, I’ve only heard you referred to as Bagman, honey.”

A smirk overcame his features as he watched you throw the nickname back at him, and he was now hyper aware of the minimal space between you. Your noses almost touching was sending Hangman into a frenzy, and although you were doing a good job at hiding it for once, you were doing the same.

“I guess I’d have to show you my skills to prove you wrong,” he flirted with a silky edge to his voice, and you tried to ignore how heavily his words were impacting you. You grabbed his empty beer from his calloused hands, letting them touch for a moment longer than needed.

“Well Seresin, maybe that can be arranged.”

He whistled lowly, leaning further into your face. You curved him suddenly, “Can I get you a refill?” He chuckled under his breath at your mannerisms, and nodded his head. You placed the beer down on the bartop sliding it slowly across before leaning into his face,

“I get off at eight, Jake.”

[toast-tales]

Christopher's First Time

A look into the life of a 15-year-old Christopher, and what it was like for him to meet his first ever human. Not sure if I'll continue this later, but I wanted to share what I had so far.

Contains: language, anxiety/panic, vague mentions of domestic violence/verbal abuse, and unwilling but safe vore. About 4.3k words.

13 Years Ago

He could hear the rough, uneven steps coming down the hall, instantly recognizable. Every nerve in his body twitched, suddenly on high alert, though outwardly, his body didn’t betray any sign of distress. 

His eyes darted over to the clock next to his bed, nestled on the windowsill. Six o’ clock, right on schedule. It was a routine. Get home from work, watch TV, get surly and wasted. It was always a gamble whether or not Christopher’s door would get thrown open so his dad could “check up” on him. Not that his dad cared enough to ask how he was doing in school or anything—he usually just needed something to yell at. 

Christopher lost focus on the book he was reading, and no matter how many times his eyes scanned the words, nothing stuck anymore. The pages started to swim together in his mind. His fingers gripped the edge of the book a little tighter, and his heart began to beat in his ears a little louder. 

The footsteps got closer, taking the same path through the house he’d committed to memory. They stopped just outside of his door, and Christopher held his breath, waiting for the sound of his doorknob turning and the inevitable, senseless berating. 

But then his father continued down the hall, as if he’d simply lost interest in Christopher altogether. And from the sound of it, he’d simply found a new target for the anger—something in the kitchen that hadn’t gotten cleaned properly. 

He wished he could block out the sound of his parents arguing back and forth, but his ears picked up each word clearly, even through the walls. He grimaced, tossing the book down onto his bed and drawing his knees in to his chest, trying desperately to cover his ears. 

Every fucking night. Why can’t he just shut the fuck up. 

He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and he was sure at this rate it was going to be forgotten about again. If he went out there to check, he’d just get yelled at. 

Perhaps it was because he was so hungry, but a scent caught his nose—faint at first, then stronger, until it almost assaulted his senses completely. His head snapped up—he recognized the scent. He’d only ever smelled traces of it on his father, but he knew what it meant.

Human?

But this wasn’t a mere trace of a human’s scent—this was an actual human, close by. His head swiveled around until his eyes landed on where his nose led.

There, on the floor across from where he sat on his bed, was a human. An honest-to-goodness human, staring at him with wide eyes and frozen in place. 

There were a multitude of things that ran through his head in that moment, but the one that seemed to take precedence was I can’t let him catch me with drugs in here.

Without thinking, he swung his legs off the side of the bed and landed on the floor, mindful of his weight distribution to keep his footfalls silent. The human, upon seeing his sudden movement, gave a tiny yelp, its entire body tense and ready to dart away.

Christopher held up his hands reflexively as he crouched down, as if to calm a wild animal. I’m not going to hurt you. 

Now that he could get a better look at it, he found himself studying the strange creature rather intently. He knew that humans looked sort of like miniature giants, like dolls, but he’d never anticipated the resemblance to be so…uncanny in real life. This one seemed to be male, with short brown hair and sharp features. He looked rather…unkempt, for lack of a better word. His clothes were tattered and worn, and he seemed to be covered in dirt and grime. His hair stuck out at messy angles—clearly, this human had had other things to worry about besides his appearance.

He didn’t look at all like the few humans he’d seen in movies. Those had always been made to look perfect—if they were real at all, and not fake replicas. This one looked like he’d just finished wrestling a rat out in the wild. 

The human took a step backwards, but he didn’t run—Christopher could tell the human’s focus was split between him and the loud shouting going on a few rooms down. The sound made the human wince—it likely seemed much scarier to someone only a few inches tall. 

Whatever the reason, Christopher was glad the human hadn’t dashed away yet. He kept his voice low and quiet, though he knew it was unlikely his parents could hear him with the volume of their own “discussion.” 

“Hey. It’s okay.” Christopher slowly lowered his hands, though he didn’t move any closer. He spoke slowly and deliberately, though he didn’t think the human would be able to understand his words. “I’m a friend.” 

The human’s eyes remained wide-open and full of fear. He almost looked nauseous as he looked Christopher up and down, his posture only relaxing slightly.

Finally, though, the human spoke up timidly. “Y-y-you’re fucking huge, man.” 

Christopher’s eyes widened a bit, his head tilted in curiosity. “I didn’t realize humans spoke English.” 

The human seemed just as confused as Christopher was, though his eyes kept darting back and forth towards the sound of his father’s yelling. 

“Don’t worry about him,” Christopher muttered, a bit of resentment coloring his tone. “It’s just my dad. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just…what are you doing here?”

“I…uh…” The human seemed to shrink further into himself. “I snuck in,” he squeaked. “I nearly got killed trying to make it out there,” he said, gesturing towards the window, “and um…figured I’d take my chances with the house. I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

Christopher hurriedly made a shushing sound as the human’s voice increased in pitch. “Keep it down,” he hissed, though he tried to keep his voice gentle so as to not scare the human more than he already seemed to be. “I don’t want my dad to hear you.” 

“Right, right…” The human seemed to take a few deep breaths, calming himself, before he stood up a little straighter. He tried to speak confidently, though there was still a healthy amount of wariness about him. “I’m Joey. What’s your name?” 

Christopher wasn’t sure why he was surprised that the human had a name—he’d just never thought about it that way before. He found himself blinking a few times before answering. “I’m Christopher.”

“You’re…what, a teenager, right? You look pretty young.”

“I’m fifteen.”

“Uh-huh.” Joey jumped at the sound of what seemed to be breaking glass coming from the kitchen. “Listen, Christopher, I don’t want to be any trouble, but…do you know somewhere I can stay that’s…safe?”

“Uh…no, I don’t.” Christopher had only heard vaguely of human enthusiasts in the city that supposedly made secret places for humans to live. But there definitely wasn’t anything like that in Red Tree. “Sorry.”

“Okay…” Joey said, a little cautiously. “Look, could I just…stay here for a bit? It’s raining outside. I nearly drowned earlier.” 

Christopher had barely noticed the sound of the rain picking up outside—he’d been far more distracted by the sound of the storm inside the house.

That’s right. He couldn’t possibly survive outside in this weather. 

He swallowed nervously, keeping an ear out for the sound of his father getting closer. “I…listen, I can’t let my dad catch me with a human—”

“You can hide me, right? Listen, anything is preferable to dying out there. You can stuff me in a drawer for all I care. Just don’t send me back outside. Please.”

Christopher shook his head. “Your smell. Your scent is…really strong.” It was making his own stomach twist in knots to inhale it—he couldn’t put words to the sharp scent. It wasn’t like anything else in the world. It was totally distinct, almost alien—but not unpleasant. Not at all unpleasant, actually. 

He found his mouth watering slightly, and his empty stomach growled.

No. That’s disgusting. You’re not like him. You’re not going to EAT this human.

Despite his mental protests, he found that he was curious. It was a common enough thing—everyone ate humans in secret. Even some of his classmates had done it—or at least, talked like they’d done so. Smelling this human now, he could see the appeal—the scent twisted around his lungs and teased the back of his tongue, all but begging him to get a taste of this human. Of Joey.

He’s got a name. He’s a person—you can’t just eat him. Even if it’s safe.

“Yeah, okay, kid, I haven’t exactly had time for a bath—”

“That’s not what I meant,” Christopher said, grimacing slightly from another painful, hungry twist of his stomach. “I mean giants can smell humans really well. My dad would find you.” 

“...ah.” Joey’s face looked a little paler all of a sudden. “Does your dad, uh, have something against humans?”

Does he not know…? 

Christopher felt a bit awkward all of a sudden, not entirely sure how to go about explaining to Joey that humans were drugs to most giants. He didn’t want to scare the poor human more. 

Could he keep Joey in his room? He might be able to get away with it. His father’s senses weren’t all that sharp, not as much as his own were. Maybe he could find a way to mask the scent somehow. He wondered if it would be suspicious for his room to suddenly start smelling like lavender. 

“He—”

A sound interrupted Christopher’s sentence, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. His father’s heavy, thudding footsteps were making their way back down the hallway—towards his room again. 

“Shit,” Christopher hissed. Panic gripped his mind, and in that panic, his hand shot forward and grabbed Joey—eliciting a tiny yelp of surprise from the human.

“Hey! Wh—”

Christopher desperately put a finger to his lips to silence Joey, his heart beating furiously against his ribcage. His father wouldn’t take it well to find a human in his room on a good day—and this definitely wasn’t one of his good days. 

The footsteps got closer and closer. Christopher knew the door would be thrown open soon—he doubted he’d get as lucky as he’d gotten before. And surely, any closer and his father would be able to smell Joey…

He stared down at the human, his own wide eyes reflected in the human’s terrified face. He gave a nervous swallow, realizing what he might have to do.

It would hide his scent—

“Sorry,” he whispered quickly, hoping to convey a sense of apology before he shoved Joey into his mouth and closed his lips behind the human’s feet. 

He’d expected it to feel much stranger, but something like a shock of adrenaline burst through his chest when he got that first taste on his tongue. He didn’t have time to revel in the feeling, though—he took a deep breath and, whether through sheer luck or panic, managed to swallow Joey entirely on the first try. 

He thought he could hear the human’s shouting at first, but the sound disappeared as Joey slid further down his throat, past his collarbone, and into his stomach. 

The clawing, incessant sensation of hunger melted away as the human filled the space. 

His mind was a blur as he stood up quickly and whipped around, just as his bedroom door flew open and his father glared back at him.

“What’the fuck’re you doin’ in here,” his father slurred angrily. Christopher could smell the alcohol on his breath from where he stood in the middle of the room—it made him nauseous.

“I was getting to my homework,” he muttered quietly, averting his eyes from his father’s and instead staring just past him.

The human was moving frantically inside of him, kicking and punching at his insides—luckily not enough to hurt him, but it was still rather distracting. He did his best to keep his face even, and not betray the guilt and panic rising up within him.

I’m sorry, Joey. I should have told you it was safe. 

His father narrowed his eyes. “Quit FUCKIN’ mumbling and look at me when you talk.”

Christopher swallowed the swell of anger that rose in his chest, Joey temporarily forgotten. He forced his eyes to meet his father’s, only just barely keeping the mess of emotions contained inside of him as he forced his lips into a thin line. 

It’s not worth it to cause a fight right now. Just do what he says and get it over with.

“I’m going to work on my homework,” Christopher lied, making sure to enunciate each word clearly. 

His father’s glance swept around the room—his eyes passing over the otherwise spotless interior and landing on the clothes Christopher had forgotten to pick up earlier today, after getting home from school and changing. He was worried his father had picked up on the last traces of Joey’s scent—Christopher could still just barely smell it himself—but luckily, he didn’t seem to notice. “Your room’s a fucking mess.”

Give me a fucking break. It’s ONE change of clothes. 

Christopher could feel his own blood pressure rising, and he dug his nails into his palm. “I’ll pick it up.”

“You fuckin’ better. Whole damn house is a shitshow.”

His bedroom door slammed closed, and Christopher was once again left alone. 

He’d gotten off relatively easy today.

The pressure in his chest eased up slightly as he took a few deep breaths, calming the anger and the panic that had overtaken him. 

And then his focus drifted downwards.

He placed a hand over his stomach. Joey’s movements had slowed slightly, but the rapid beating of his own heart hadn’t. 

There’s a PERSON inside of me. 

It was such a weird sensation, to be able to feel so much movement in his stomach—he’d never noticed how sensitive his stomach was before. Was it just how it was with humans? He pressed at his own skin curiously, lifting his shirt up. There was no indication that there was anything out of the ordinary—Joey was far too small to make any sort of impression.

There was a sort of relief that began to flood his mind—a pleasant, almost hazy feeling that touched the corners of his thoughts, almost like he was floating on a cloud. And more than that—his empty stomach had calmed down, and he felt…almost full, as if he’d eaten an entire meal instead of a relatively tiny human. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten enough to feel this satiated.

But he’s fine. He’s fine. I’m not digesting him. He’s safe. It’s just a temporary thing.

The nagging voice, however, didn’t leave—what if he’d hurt Joey somehow? What if he couldn’t get him back out? What if he fucked up and—

His breaths began to come in short bursts again, panic rising in his chest. His eyes darted from the door to the window behind his bed.

He had to get out of the house. 

“Hang on, Joey,” he muttered, placing a hand against his stomach—though he doubted Joey could hear him. He climbed up onto his bed and thrust the window open. It slid upwards with little resistance, thanks to Christopher’s careful maintenance of its hinges to keep it soundless. This wasn’t the first time he’d snuck out of the house, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The rain was still coming down, though it had lightened up slightly. He didn’t care—he could deal with a little rain. Slowly, he lowered himself down onto the ground and closed the window behind him before sprinting off into the woods behind the house, taking the path he knew like the back of his hand. 

The rain drenched him, sinking into his clothes and dripping down his hair. He ran and ran, desperate to get to his place in the woods, to the only place he felt like he could actually breathe again. The wind whipped at his back, as if it was helping to carry him further and further away towards his sanctuary.

His house disappeared as he got further past the trees until he was surrounded by nothing but green and the smell of wet pine needles. The soft, rain-battered dirt beneath his feet caked on the soles of his tennis shoes, and he knew he’d have to be careful bringing them back inside later. 

Finally, the clearing came into view—his place, his little fortress out in the middle of nowhere. The trees covered the whole place like a vibrant canopy, keeping some of the rain at bay. He headed towards the trunk of the largest tree, his favorite, and leaned against it, closing his eyes as he caught his breath again. 

He slid down the trunk until he sat down against the earth, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that he’d need to do laundry when he got home to clean all the mud off of his clothes but being far too overwhelmed to care.

How do I get him out?

He took a few slow, deep breaths. Panic probably wasn’t going to help. He tried to focus on that nice, pleasant feeling that teased the edge of his mind, doing its best to break past all the fear and anxiety that tried to tear into him.

Breathe, damnit. 

His chest rose and fell slowly, and the weight in his middle rose and fell with it. 

“Joey?” he said, his voice cracking slightly. He didn’t know if the human could hear him, and he didn’t feel any sort of kick or punch in response. “I’m sorry. You’re fine, you’re not gonna get hurt. I’m…I’m gonna get you out.” 

Silence. He may as well have been talking to the trees. 

I can do this. 

He had no idea what the first step even was. No one who ate humans talked about what it was like to bring them back out, but surely…surely it just sort of happened, right? 

He tried to imagine the human moving back up his throat, contracting his stomach slightly as if he was trying to tighten his core muscles. Nothing happened—he could still feel Joey’s weight securely inside of him. 

Fuck. 

Did he have to make himself throw up or something? It wasn’t the most elegant solution, but what else could he do? 

He carefully reached into his mouth, towards the back of his throat, and tried to make himself gag. He choked and spluttered, almost doubling over on himself, but nothing came back up his throat. It felt like his stomach held onto Joey with a greedy vengeance, unwilling to let him go.

FUCK.

He began to panic again, his mind speeding up to a crescendo of anxiety that thundered in his brain. The rain fell down his face and made him shiver, getting in his eyes and making his hair hang in wet, messy strands about his face.

The human moved around inside of him again, almost agitated now—as if Christopher’s failures were freaking him out too.

“I’m sorry Joey, I’m sorry…I’m trying. I’m trying. I’ve never done this before.” 

He pressed his nails into his palms, hard, and winced at the sharp pain. He had to figure this out. He couldn’t stay out here all night. He couldn’t just leave Joey inside of him like this. 

“I just…I couldn’t…couldn’t let him find you. He would’ve…” He would’ve eaten you. Just like I did. FUCK. 

He could feel the corners of his eyes getting warmer, but the rain and the tears mixed together as they ran down his face. He only ever let himself cry out here, when he was alone—and he wasn’t alone right now, but it felt like it. All he could hear was the wind whistling through the trees and the rain that refused to let up. He couldn’t even see where the human rested beneath his skin—the only indication Joey was even there was the soft, small weight in his center that had stopped moving altogether. 

He tried to make himself gag again, but once again, his efforts proved fruitless. He clutched his knees to his chest, out of breath, choking on air. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he wheezed, his fingers clenching and unclenching around his legs. 

I can’t. I can’t do anything. All I do is fuck things up. 

His eyelids blearily fluttered open, his eyelashes dripping with rainwater and salt, and he squeezed them shut again. 

He put a hand to his stomach again, in a likely futile attempt to reassure Joey. He pressed into it slightly, feeling the human’s form beneath his touch. It was still so surreal to think about. He might have enjoyed the feeling if he wasn’t terrified and overwhelmed. 

Suddenly, though, he felt a strange sensation in the back of his throat as he pressed into his stomach. Curious, he slowly pushed even further, trying to press under where he felt Joey with his fingers, and his eyes shot open as he felt the human move upwards and into his throat.

Yes. YES.

It wasn’t anything like throwing up—the human slid up his throat just as easily as he’d slid down it. It was like his body was made for this. Despite all his struggles, this felt natural and easy. He did his best to keep his breathing steady, focusing only on the motion of his throat, placing a hand underneath the bulge that formed in his throat and helping it up towards his mouth.

He felt the human reach the back of his mouth as the flavor burst onto his tongue again—almost overwhelming in its potency, enough to make the breath catch in his throat.

He kept his mouth closed until the human emerged fully into it, and he felt tiny hands grasp desperately at his teeth as Joey pulled himself forward. 

“L-let me out. Please,” Joey whimpered—he could hear the human’s voice clearly now. 

For a moment—just a moment—Christopher considered swallowing Joey back down. He could feel the hunger rising back up in him, squeezing his stomach with sharp, clawed fingers. It begged him to keep the human inside of him a little longer, to feel that satisfying weight within him again.

No. NO. I’m not like HIM.

Christopher used his tongue to keep Joey pressed gently against the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow all the excess saliva around him. Then, he parted his lips and reached in with a few fingers, pulling Joey out by his hands before letting the human fall soggily into his palms. 

Joey looked much worse than he had earlier—covered in saliva, shivering and huddling in Christopher’s hands, and staring up at Christopher with wide, understandably terrified eyes.

They only stared at each other for a while, both unsure of what to say. Christopher tried to shelter Joey from the rain slightly by covering him with his other hand, but it only did so much. 

“H-how the hell am I alive?” Joey squeaked, his lip trembling as he curled in on himself—as if he was trying to back away from Christopher as much as he could, despite the fact that he was sitting in Christopher’s hand, very far from the ground.

“Giants…eat humans,” Christopher mumbled, somewhat apologetic, “but not for food. Giant stomachs are safe for humans to be in. We can control our digestive systems.”

Joey blinked in disbelief. “What…what the hell?” His mouth fell open. “Why…if not for food, then—”

“Drugs,” Christopher muttered bitterly. “It’s…” his lips tightened, “kind of…a nice feeling. And, um…I guess humans taste good to giants.” His face scrunched up in apology. “But I didn’t—I didn’t eat you because of…that.” He sighed. “I didn’t want my dad to smell you. He would have…”

“Yeah, hey, I…get it,” Joey said, albeit somewhat warily. “I’m just…um…well, thank you, Christopher.” 

Christopher nodded, unsure of what to do now. He couldn’t leave Joey out here in the rain, in the wild…how did humans even survive out in the wild like that? 

He should take him home with him. He could probably hide the scent well enough…he only had to worry about his dad bursting in occasionally, but neither of his parents lingered around his room for long. He might be able to hide Joey…at least for a bit.

“Hey, uh…you good, kid?” 

Christopher’s focus got pulled to Joey again, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m…I’m fine.” 

“Uh…” Joey’s face took on something a little softer. Concern. “You just…didn’t sound too good. From uh. From in there.” 

Christopher shook his head quickly, reflexively. “I’m fine, really.”

Joey nodded slowly, clearly disbelieving. He looked up at Christopher, and hesitantly placed a hand against Christopher’s palm. “You know…the way your dad treats you…it’s not right.” He moved his hand back and forth in a tiny, soothing motion. “You seem like a good kid.” 

He felt his chest hitch. “T-thanks, um, Joey.” He grimaced as he stood up slowly, making sure to keep Joey well-protected in his palms to prevent the human from falling off. “I can…I can probably keep you in my room for a bit. I don’t think my parents will check for a while. And I might find something to keep your scent covered.” 

Joey nodded tersely, a new wave of fear settling into his face as he glanced down at how far the ground was below him. “I…I appreciate it, kid.” 

They walked in silence for a bit, Christopher holding the human close to his chest both to shield him from the rain and keep him from falling. 

“Um…and, hey, kid…” Joey muttered, a twinge of nervousness in his voice. “If you gotta…if you gotta do that again, because of your dad or whatever…it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” He looked up at Christopher, forcing half a smile through his features. “I trust you, alright?” 

“...y-yeah. Okay.” Christopher tried not to think about the way Joey’s suggestion made his stomach growl hungrily. 

That hunger persisted all the way back to the house—and only got worse the more the human’s scent filled his lungs. 

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[unikivrse]

my christmas spirit

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ⋆ 엔하이픈 ( 리키 ) + gnreader!oc (*≧∀≦*) content fluff established relationship slight angst foreign student reader minor kissing warning skinship dragged swearing & 2.1k bookshelf 𖥔 ࣪

🗒 to say i hate this would be an understatement but i hope im just being harsh on myself. anyway hope everyone has a merry ‎christmas :D tysm @nqvgue for helping me get the storyline straight ;-;

The softness of the late December snow was nothing but comfort to the procrastination filled Wednesday evening. Volunteering at the hospital as an apprentice was hectic in the winter. Whether it was because the wards you worked in were jam packed with festive injuries or maybe it was your crippling vitamin D deficiency that kept you from having the energy to work efficiently. All you could do was grasp the warm, hot chocolate mug as you melted into your uniformed legs that were hiked up on the break room sofa, gripping onto the last bits of consciousness you had, blinking profusely to try and stop yourself from passing out.

Lately you have been missing home. Missing that one thing that made you excited for the bitter days at the end of the year. Missing him. You hated getting soppy at work as you normally ended up crying in front of patients but there was something about the holidays that made you even more overwhelmed with appreciation. Riki had been working so hard, attending meeting after meeting, fan sign after video shoot and album signing after performances. You felt bad that YOU were so bothered by his work, by the state he visited you in. Falling into tidied sheets with an untidied attitude or drifting off to sleep whenever you were on call. You wanted to spend Christmas with him but it was like he wasn't there. The guilt of feeling jealous when he spent more time on weverse doing fan service than doing relationship service got too much to the point he snapped in front of you for constantly complaining about his exhausted state. You understood he was tired but you couldn’t help but to envy all the couples doing fun activities whilst you were stuck with dead legs by the weight of your passed out boyfriend's head.

You and Riki never argued. If you did it was always about the most mundane of things like who's turn it was to wash up or what position you were going to sleep in. Never anything serious. Never anything that kept you up at night crying over the look he gave you. You two had been pretty distant for about a week and a half at this point. You never stopped checking in on each other of course, its not like you stopped loving him but there was no effort for a conversation. You thought if you just let him get on with it, his schedule would die down and you'd have the same devilish boyfriend again but nothing came of it. Distracting yourself was the only thing that kept you from panicking as the big day came closer and there was still no sign of improvement. Your friends told you to have some 'christmas spirit' as your mood appeared drained but to be honest it was like Riki was the only Christmas spirit you could focus on. Like a ghost haunting you in the background. Living by yourself in a foreign country at such a young age was pretty difficult especially when all your friends had people to go home to. Riki was all you had and your mind soon filled with the possibility of spending the cold Christmas eve night alone and waking up alone and baking alone. He was never the confrontational type so maybe he was just scared you'd say something and start to pick a fight again?!

"Y/N…” your breath hitched as your senior caught you off-guard. "Hmm?" you squeezed out, trying to locate your voice whilst making eye contact. "You can go home early today" the corners of her mouth slowly turned upwards "I know you've been having a rough time lately, Merry Christmas". Suddenly the heaviness in your eyes released, offering a smile back “Merry Christmas.” You gripped on to the arms of the sofa, slowly lifting yourself to your feet, gathering your belongings.

And just like that, you were rummaging thorough your bag trying to find your schools dorm keys, happy to end the day. Often, days would end with you and Riki curled up in your bed watching horror films or playing animal crossing together but without him, days just merged together and became faint memories. You shakingly opened your door, stumbling as you took off your coat and shoes, discarding your bag and making a run for the kitchen. You don't remember when your fainting spells became so debilitating but you definitely weren't doing well. The shadowed look of your apartment didn't help, resulting in you bumping into cabinets and letting out little ouches along the way. You needed something sugary. Or at least water else you were going to become a pathetic pile on the floor. "Where the fuck-". You were usually pretty good at navigating in the dark but to be honest you weren't doing so well today. You finally let your ego be broken and turned to the light switch in order to fulfill your lightheaded desires. Sighing, you stomped your way over to your sweets cupboard. “Please i will take anything..” you whined, fidgeting around in a spotted tin.

“Ehem.” A deep, raspy voice that didn’t belong to you pierced into your heart, making it drop. You whipped your head around to see your sly, concerned boyfriend staring at you as he leaned against the countertop. “Don’t look so scared” he scoffed, “you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. He approached smirking, but as he got further that smug face he wore dropped, “why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost? You are so pale!” his hand slid around your waist as he towered over you with concern. “Probably because i was just on the verge of passing out only to be scared by my boyfriend who i haven’t seen in ages. I don’t know just a thought” you squeezed out, gripping onto his biceps as your tunneled vision turned into the outro of the century and your legs began to fold. “Oh my god.. have you been working-” and in that moment, you could no longer hold up the facade of JUST making it back to your dorm, as if the mere touch of him was more than homely to you, allowing you to finally pass out. Right there, in his arms. Obviously you hadn’t put any thought into that. How could you? But seeing you this vulnerable, this fragile broke Riki’s heart in ways he never experienced before.

A subtle mumbling of what seemed to be your television teased your consciousness and senses back into existence, as you soon felt the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms around your torso, hands intertwined in your limp fingers. “Hey, you alright?” he whispered after seeing your newly gained awakening. You couldn’t help but to chuckle a little, after days of not communicating with each other, pondering in the silence that surrounded your relationship, he still spoke to you and held you with the same softness.“I’m sorry”. That’s all you could say. After all the screaming and huffing you shared nights ago all you could do was apologise. He deserved it after all, he had been working hard because this was his dream and you couldn’t help but to be selfish about it. “Me too.” he pouted, leaning into your starstruck face as he did so. “I should’ve spent more time with you and i understand why you were so upset”. Your eyes must of twinkled with the way you were looking at him because before you could even come up with a response to protect his being, he pressed the most gently kiss you ever had on your newly swollen, rested lips. He took his time with it, not pulling back or moving but just enjoying being next to you again. As if it was instinct, your lips turned into a smile and your cheeks became cherry red, you needed to say something, anything, “I guess i just missed you, like a lot and i would have never wanted to make you feel bad about doing your job, especially after working so hard for it but i was just so jealous” you proclaimed after detaching your lips from his. Even the simplest look from his eyes made you feel weary again, as if you were going for round two of passing out. “I guess I missed you too which is why i broke into your apartment to surprise you” he scoffed “but you obviously had other ideas.” Surprise?! “What type of surprise?” you shuffled with excitement, now leaning mostly on him, eyes beaming with curiosity. “Well i was going to do loads of christmas activities with you-” you gasped making him smile, “BUT i thought i’d save that for christmas day and i’ve found something much more worth my time, plus i don’t want you overworking yourself considering the state you’ve gotten yourself into without me” he held your cheek, just staring at you as you repeatedly slapped his arm. Eyes widening you couldn’t help but to screech “TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT IT IS”. It had been a week without anything remotely good occurring and with your overwhelming amount of love for christmas that had been such a letdown, hearing him say that just threw you over the edge as if you were having a psychotic breakthrough. “Hmm i don’t know if i should show you now or laterrr.” he teased, comically scratching his chin whilst turning his attention to the top left corner of your bedroom ceiling. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RIKI” it was so embarrassing how much you needed this right now but you couldn’t help the childish wonders that filled your head. Riki was such a creative gift giver so next thing you knew, you were thinking about him handing you a small teacup sized kitten or relaxing on a white sanded beach together or flipping through a photo album that help all your memories in. “OKAY fine!” he moaned sarcastically, sliding his hand down into his trouser pocket. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until i say you can, even when i start talking.” You nodded, just wanting to find out what it was already. Closing your eyes you heard him clear his throat.

“I don’t know whether you have been feeling the same way i have lately but seeing you so desperate to spend time with me messed me up Y/n. It made me imagine a future where you were tired of waiting up all night for me to wake up or get to yours, a future where you decided enough was enough. I genuinely want you to know i’m here for the long run. Yes, i know we are SO young but i'm not sure i would have gotten so far without you. Which is why i want to promise that i’m gonna stay, that i'm going to try my hardest to show you all the things i think about and tell you how much you mean to me.” You had never heard Riki be so vocal and hearing the desperation and honesty in his words would have made you tear up if your eyes weren’t closed right now. He sniffed. Was he crying? “You can open your eyes now” he whispered. Your eyes automatically searched for his which were now damp and red but you also saw what he was holding. A rose quarts gem mounted on a woven silver band, nestled in the navy velvet box with the words ‘time is only well spent with the promise of you’ engraved into it. To be more than honest, this is not what you were expecting at all. You had never shown any type of materialistic mannerisms to Riki but this was more than that. More then a ring. And with that, you were bawling your eyes out, grasping the very hands that held it. “This is my promise to you. A promise that no matter how far or for how long we are apart from each other, i won’t give up on us.” Lips quivering, you made eye contact with him only to fall into his arms, heart pounding and mouth wailing. You had never felt so hopeful, so grateful. Sure, there was a lot of things you needed to talk about but in this moment of utter emotion, his arms wrapped around you, you felt the warmth of humanity and the passion that came with it. Christmas would soon be even more special as you got to spend it with the most heartful person you could have ever imagined, you were just glad it was him you would be experiencing it with.

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