#like fuck if he told me to get in a cage I’d do it

[bootyful-seventeen]

The way I thirst over a fictional character in a mobile game is really making me rethink my stances

[tariah23]

Outside of all of… that happening to Gojo, and finishing Snowfall the other day, eek……..

[hees-mine]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋. 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warnings: smut, cheating, stepson, stepmom, taboo relationship, dry humping, unprotected sex, oral, anal sex, fingering, cum eating, lube, cursing, mentions of contraceptives, mommy kink-ish, no plot.

Genre: 18+, step relationship, taboo. Not proofread.

WC: 4,823k

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“Come on, Mommy,” heeseung chuckles while standing behind you, caging you between the kitchen counter you were preparing dinner on and his slim body.

His dad’s at work, you’re home alone, and even though you shot him down countless times in the past, he figured he’d try again now since you two had the place all to yourselves for the next few hours.

Call him shameless for trying to take his dad’s woman, but he doesn’t care. His dad never treated you right anyway, so why should he respect him when he can’t even respect his wife?

“Please,” he whines next to your ear. Despite his closeness, he keeps all parts of his body off of you, giving you your space well, somewhat, anyway. “He’s gone, baby. It’s just you and me,” he smiles, blowing a gust of air against your cheek, making you shiver. “Can’t be a bad mom and say no to your stepson, can you?”

“Heeseung, quit it.” You pushed his arm away from your body, breaking out of the cage he had trapped you in and grabbing a pot from the cupboard to put your ingredients on the stove with.

“Why?” He whines like a little kid and follows you around the kitchen like one too softly tugging on your dress to get your attention.

“I’m telling your father if you don’t stop,” you tell him sternly cause you were growing tired of the antics that he’d perform every time his dad was out at work.

“You won’t,” he quickly replied. “I know you want it to cause if you didn’t, why haven’t you already told me off? Why are you letting me invade your personal space and whisper the nastiest things in your ear, hmm?” Again, he captures you between the counter and his body and presses his cheek against yours, nuzzling you and making your breath hitch when his warm skin meets yours.

You hated how he was right. You hated how you were married and committed to another man, but you wanted his son, and you hated even more that you could slowly feel yourself losing your resolve.

“Deny it,” he gripped the counter so hard, willing himself not to brush his throbbing cock on your perfectly shaped ass in that beautiful gown that he loved so much fuck he always loved when you wore it so easy and accessible. He swears he’s thought about bending you over and fucking you in it time and time again.

“S-stop,” you stutter out, and you’re sure that whatever he says next will tip you over the edge. Just the sound of his voice could have you doing unspeakable things.

“You sure you want me to? Let’s be honest. You need a good fuck, right? I haven’t heard shit coming from upstairs in years. Come to think of it, baby, when’s the last time you and him even kissed?” He pushes his point, enticing you even further.

“I-I”

“You don’t remember, huh? Poor thing, bet your little pussy is aching for some dick l bet she's so tight probably needs a good stretch, yeah? I can do that for you, baby. I can make you feel so so good,” he moans next to your ear. Just the idea of his cock being this close to your little holes was turning him on so bad. “I’d get you so wet. Rub that little clit to get you in the mood. Take my time with you. Appreciate every inch of you before slipping it in real slow, feeling your cute cunt wrap around me so tight and eager to be fucked. I’d make you cream on this big dick all night till you’re crying from how good it feels, and then I’d fuck you one last time just so you don’t forget about me” he nibbles on your earlobe as you register all the filthy things he had just whispered in your ear.

At his words, you lost yourself moaning shamelessly at just the thought of him having you, your pussy clenched so tight around nothing as a wave of arousal gushed down to your thighs. 

You surprised him and yourself when you desperately pushed your backside against his crotch, something neither of you would ever expect to happen with the way you were so diligently rejecting him time and time again, but tonight, you broke. You couldn’t deny that you wanted him.

“Fuck” he groaned behind you as you rotated your hips, rubbing your plump ass on his cock. “See, baby, knew you fucking wanted this” he moves his hands from the counter to grip your plush hips instead and takes the lead, humping his cock between the crevice of your ass. “Oh yeah, just like that. Rub it on me, baby.” 

“You’re so big,” you choked out, feeling every inch of him against your ass. Your pussy dripped even more for him at the thought of having someone as big as him inside you.

“Yeah? Like that, huh? Can’t wait to stuff you with my cock and feel your cunt gripping on me” A grunt follows his words as he loses himself in the feeling of your body working against his.

His tip was so wet it was seeping through his basketball shorts as he rutted against you. The sight of you all bent over while you backed your ass up on him was something he fantasized about late nights with his fist wrapped tightly around his cock, and to have you like this now was like a dream fucking come true. “Hee, please fuck me,” you whimper and grip the faucet handles to stable yourself.

“Yes, Mommy gonna fuck you so good,” he whines and guides your body upwards, pressing your back flush against his chest as he places a kiss on your cheek. 

He turned you around in his arms, picking you up like it was nothing to him and taking you upstairs, not to his bedroom but yours. 

“Here?” You question with a hint of worry as your fingers fiddle with the hair on his nape.

“Of course, gotta fuck you properly in your bed since dad doesn’t do it” he places you on the bed, quickly dropping his shorts and tossing his tank top on the floor, leaving himself completely naked in front of you.

You squirmed in bed, rubbing your legs together at the sight of his thick throbbing cock, impatiently waiting to feel it inside of you. “Heeseung” 

“Look at how hard I am” he climbs over you on the bed, his length resting on your tummy as he bucks his hips forward dry, humping you. “Ahh, see how wet I am for you,” he moans, watching the strings of precum staining your dress. “This is what I’d do every night except with my pillow wishing it was y-you,” he shudders when his tip rubs your fabric just the right way making him hump you even faster.

“Sorry,” you mutter apologetically for leaving him high and dry all those nights. To make up for it, your hand makes its way to his cock, and you press your palm against his hot girth, making a makeshift hole for him to fuck into.

“Fuck!” He threw his back as his hips jerked forward from the soft, warm sensation your hand provided.

“Does that feel better?” You asked, your eyes gleaming in excitement, watching as more precum spilled from his thick pink tip.

“Yes,” he hisses through his teeth while staring down at you, his hands coming to cup your breasts as he rocks his hips slowly. “So much better,” he breathed out.

When he feels himself starting to throb, his movement comes to a sudden halt, and he grips your wrist, taking the hand that was covered in his precum and holding it to your mouth, where you gladly licked his salty arousal clean off your hand.

He leaned back on the bed, his hands slipping up the fabric of your dress just to see you were wearing nothing under it and your thighs coated in a white sticky mess. “Oh fuck” his eyes roll back in his head, and he doesn’t hesitate for a moment to lay flat on his stomach and presses his face between your thighs, kissing your drenched core. “You’re so fucking wet, made such a mess, and you haven’t even cum yet.” 

Your body stiffened as you felt his lips rubbing against your pussy, the feeling being foreign to you cause your husband never did that for you. “Hee-“ you winced as you felt his warm tongue press on your clit. It felt good but also overwhelming as you cried out in pleasure.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing how rigid your body had become when he was going down on you, and he hoped that you weren’t about to tell him to stop.

“N-nothing, I just never done this before,” you admit casually, but he doesn’t take it as casually as you said it cause what a fucking loser his dad was. He had a gorgeous fucking wife all to himself, and he wasn’t going down on you every night? What a piece of shit. He always hated his father, but that just made him hate him a little more.

“Just relax while I make you feel good” he closed his eyes before tilting his head to the side and making out with your sweet pussy humming at the taste of your juices covering his tongue. “Could eat you for days,” he mumbles as his hands fall from the bottom of your dress and down to your thighs, where he squeezes them roughly.

“It feels so good” You arched your back, pressing your pussy closer to his face.

He chuckled softly, taking a deep breath as he opened his mouth, finding your opening with his tongue and sticking it in your gushing hole.

“Ahh! Heeseung,” you squeaked when he entered you. It’s been so long since you felt something there, and you don’t remember a time it ever felt this good.

He kneaded your thighs, flicking his tongue in and out in and out, swallowing down your drippings like the sweetest juice he’s ever tasted, and that alone could make him cum on the spot.

You mindlessly put your hand on the back of his head, pushing him deeper inside you, and he loved the roughness of it. He could barely even breathe, but he didn’t pull back for a second, too addicted to your taste to stop.

He gulped down your sticky wetness eating you out like he was getting thirstier by the second he rubbed the tip of his nose on your engorged clit, and the feeling was otherworldly.

“Oh, my- heeseung!” You shouted his name, legs tensing as you rubbed your pussy on his face using him for pleasure.

He moaned lewdly into your heat, sending tiny little vibrations through your core, heightening the pleasure even more. “Cum in my mouth,” he parted from you long enough to say before diving back into the sea of arousal between your quivering thighs.

You had no choice but to let go and let your orgasm take over your body. “I’m cumming” You writhed on the bed as he held you, still pleasure washing over you in waves. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as harsh throbbing coursed through your core. Your walls clenched so hard and tight around his tongue, and he loved every single last second of it. He was literally moaning against your cunt nonstop.

“Hmm,” he pulled away finally and kissed your mound, then your clit. “Beautiful pussy tastes so fucking good” he licked his lips, savoring your taste on his buds while massaging your thighs. “Was it good?”

“Hmph, yes, you were so good, hee.” You were still coming down from your high, whining in pure ecstasy until your o faded away completely, and you had to take a minute to catch your breath. “Let me suck you off, please” You don’t know what came over you, but the words just fell out, and you can’t say you regretted it by the way his face lit up and his cock jumped in excitement.

“You don’t even have to ask, pretty.” he quickly repositioned himself on the edge of the bed while you stood up and walked in front of him.

You shrugged your dress off each of your shoulders, pulling it down the rest of the way, leaving your body on full display for him. Your chest looked so fucking perfect. The amount of times he imagined you like this was unhealthy. The way his heart was beating in anticipation was so overwhelming he could barely even catch his breath, and his cock throbbed so hard between his legs that he thought he might cum the second you put him inside your mouth.

You crouched down, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time as you kneeled in front of him, carefully gripping his cock and kissing his tip.

He gripped the edge of the bed his toes digging into the carpet he can’t believe a single kiss could get him going this much. 

You tightened the grip around his thick base, tapping his wet tip on your cheek teasingly.

“Shit,” he hissed as you rubbed your cheek along his shaft. You could feel him pulsing in your hand, and the fact you had him this excited turned you on even more.

“So big,” you said seductively, sinking down on his tip and suckling on it softly.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, and you hum around him, taking more of his length in your mouth till he is halfway inside.

“Take it all. I know you wanna choke on it,” he smirks as you immediately suck the rest of him in, gagging on it, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took him so deep his balls brushed against your bottom lip.

You stayed completely still, your neck bulging as you enveloped his entire shaft. “Shit, you take me so well. Swallow that dick, baby” he put his hand on your head, stroking it softly as you swallowed, your throat convulsing around his tip so good, so tight. “Just like that fuck!” 

You reached up, rubbing his thighs as you began to bob your head blowing his cock faster until he was literally shaking in pleasure.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and you gagged again, forcing you to pull off him for a breather. Your saliva spilled all over his cock, making a wet slippery mess. “Heeseung,” you moan out his name, and you might have been enjoying this even more than him. The feeling of his hot, heavy cock resting on your tongue made your cunt pulsate with need.

“You like gagging on it, baby? Want me to fuck your throat?” You nodded immediately, and he wasted no time holding your head, still bucking his hips and drilling your throat till his tip brushed your tonsils with every thrust.

The sounds you made were so obscene, so sinful, but it turned you both on even more. The lewd act of you drooling and gagging on his cock was gonna make him cum. “Shit, I’m gonna cum. Swallow me, Mommy, swallow it all,” he moaned out, stilling in your throat, shooting his cum inside you, leaving you no choice but to drink all of his milky white cum. “Yessss.” he gripped the sides of your head, using your mouth to finish himself off, making you milk every single last drop until his balls were completely empty.

He laid back on his elbows, sweaty and panting as you pulled off him, choking and trying to catch your breath. “Come here” You stood up, and he griped your waist, pulling you on top of him, his hands softly kneading your ass as he stared at your lips. “Give me a kiss, Mommy.” Your eyes fell shut, and you pressed your lips against him, melting at the softness of them. He nibbled softly on your bottom lip, and you moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your nails dug into his wide shoulders, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your hips on his soft cock. It felt so good rubbing your clit along his length as you kissed.

“Hmm,” he groaned into the kiss, his hips meeting yours, thrusting up and rubbing his stiffening cock on your wet core. “Need to feel you so bad,” he breathed out between kisses.

“Me too, seungie, please fuck me” As soon as the words left your lips, he easily turned you over on your back and positioned himself between your legs. “Wait!” you said, putting a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further. “Condoms?”

Fuck, he curses in his head. “I don’t have any baby” he holds his tip to your clit, rubbing it and collecting your wetness on his shaft.

“My husband keeps some in the top drawer.” he discreetly rolls his eyes when you said your husband. Just the thought alone made him angry. Nevertheless, he erases it from his mind and checks the top drawer, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Snug? Baby, you don’t really think that’ll fit me, do you?” He smirks, and all you could do now was blush on second thought. You probably shouldn’t have even suggested that cause he’s way bigger than your husband could ever dream of. “What a fucking loser still using condoms. He’s been with you five years and can’t even start a family with you yet.”

“Seung…” you call to him. You didn’t want to think about anything else right now. You just wanted him.

He tosses the condoms back inside the drawer. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you raw, baby” he holds the base of his cock, his tip pushing past your tight entrance, and at this point, you didn’t care that he was fucking you without a condom. You just needed to feel him in you. 

“Oh,” you whimpered as his tip stretched you open.

“Fuck you’re so tight, baby,” he grunts and rests his fists beside your head, letting you adjust as he slowly lunges forward to push his size all the way in your heat. “Fucking soaking on my dick baby.”

“Too big,” you mumble, your legs feeling numb as he splits you open on his inches.

“Shh, just relax, Mommy take it nice slow” he cups your face with his left hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he feeds your pussy inch after inch of his thick cock, pulling out and pushing back in, working your hole open till you can fit his massive size and take him balls deep.

“You’re so deep, seungie,” You moan, nails raking down his toned back as he fills you all the way up, bottoming out in your drenched pussy.

“There you go, Mommy taking it all,” he smirks and bends down to kiss your forehead. “Feel good? You like it when it’s deep inside you?” He thrusts shallowly at first, but to his surprise, you’re already fully adjusted and taking it with ease.

“Hmm, mmm, yes, heeseung, I love the way you feel deep inside me. It’s so good, so full.” You babble out, and he continues to increase the pace till his balls meet your outer lips, creating a quiet sticky sound in the silent room. 

“Fuck you’re so tight; I knew I'd have to stretch it out. Never had someone like me before, huh baby?” He grunts as he begins fucking you at a quicker pace until the sound of skin on skin fills the room.

“N-no, never fuck, hee,” you scream, your eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying to feel every single last inch of dick that he gives you. “Faster, Seung, please.” Your hands slip from his back to his hips, guiding his pace and bringing his body into you so you can feel his tip hit your cervix with every thrust. “Oh yes, right there, don’t stop.”

“Could never stop fucking this pussy so tight and warm” He can’t help himself from feeling a little bit cocky, knowing only he has seen you like this before. “Shit, you’re creaming on my dick so much you must really love it.” 

“Yes, hee!” The bed squeaks louder with every thrust, a sound you haven’t heard in years. You know it’s wrong, but you can’t help but wish you had gotten with your husband's son because he was doing your body right in every single way, and just when you think it can’t get any better, he pulls out, flipping you over and before you can whine at the loss his cock is already back inside buried to the hilt in your cunt while he gives you the best back shots you’ve ever taken. “Fuck yes,” your voice is muffled by the pillows, and you moan nonstop while he grips your hips holding you in place to fuck you at an animalistic speed as his balls smack your clit over and over again, driving you into a lust filled frenzy where all you wanted was for his dick to be inside of you all day fucking your walls open and spilling his cum in you.

“You’re so fucking perfect wish I could fuck you every single fucking day, every second, every hour,” he punctuated with each thrust, further driving his desire for your body. “Your pussy makes me feel so fucking, Mommy” his eyes roll back momentarily, his mouth parted open, panting uncontrollably as he fucks your cunt deeply, fitting his whole cock inside you, covering himself in your creamy arousal.

You feel like you’re on cloud nine as you lay here being pleasured by the biggest cock you’ve ever taken and being praised by him nonstop. It was the best feeling in the world. You just couldn’t get enough. Your pussy was drooling down your thighs, and even still, you needed and wanted so much more.

Heeseung gathered a ball of spit in his mouth, looking down and letting it fall right on your little twitching rim. He pressed his thumb on your other hole, lubing it up with his saliva before carefully sinking his thumb inside.

Your body jolted when you felt him in both your holes, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took whatever he had to give you because you knew anything he did to your body would feel amazing, and this was no exception.

You felt so dirty having him fill both your holes at the same time, but you loved it. You loved being full of him.

“So fucking tight” he fingered your hole while fucking your pussy which was now clamped down on him even tighter, making his cock feel so good. “Want me to add another?” He bites on his lip to hold back a smile, already knowing what your answer will be.

You nod frantically, chanting yes, yes, yes over and over again into your pillows.

An idea pops into his head. He remembers there was a bottle of lube in the top drawer as well, and he doesn’t hesitate to slow his pace and grab it popping the cap off and smearing it all over your little ass hole so he could easily plunge two fingers in. “How’s that feel having both your holes fucked by me?” 

You cried into the pillows moaning nonstop at the feeling of him fucking both your holes. You arched your back even further so you could take it deeper. “Fuck!” You gripped the bedsheets for dear life while he pleasures you. “Please,” you begged, not even sure what you wanted. You just knew you wanted more.

You placed your hands on your ass, spreading yourself open even wider and giving him full access to fuck both your holes. “Fuck baby, you look so good when you’re full of me” he was in a daze. The way your body reacted to everything he did made him want to try anything and everything with you just to watch you shake and drip and scream for him, and evidently, you wanted the same.

“Fuck my ass, hee, please,” You heard him moan the loudest he has tonight as he pulled out of your dripping pussy and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and put it on your rim, pushing himself in very slowly.

“Fuck yeah, take it in the ass,” he gasped at the warmth and tightness. All of your holes were so perfect for his cock. He’s truly never felt anything better than you.

“Deeper,” you weren’t even taking a second to fully adjust before asking for more.

He slammed his hips forward, pushing it all in one go, his hands now on your shoulders, thrusting into you deeply. “Ahh shit, take it, take it take this fucking dick,” he groans, going absolutely feral. The dimples in your ass had him mesmerized, and the way it jiggled every time he bottomed out was a fucking sight to behold.

“Oh yes fuck” you mewl, drooling onto the sheets and letting him have you for both your guy's pleasure. Your pussy was still leaking nonstop, dripping on the sheets, little droplets of arousal splashing out with every slam of his hips. He reached his hand under you, swiping it up and sucking it off his fingers, moaning at the taste, and his dick started to twitch.

Sweat was running down his entire body. His breath was uneven, but he kept thrusting just to hear you cry and moan for more, begging for him and only him. “Yeah, that’s right, moan my name, Mommy. Who’s fucking you this good?”

“Heeseung,” you croak out.

“Whose got this pussy dripping?” He digs his fingers into your hip, marking your skin.

“Heeseung!” You cry out when he goes impossibly deep, and his balls start smacking against your slick opening.

“Who’s gonna fill you with cum?” He groans deeply, feeling you clench even harder around his cream-covered base.

“You heeseung just you only you fuck please cum in my ass fill me with your cum” you beg deliriously. The pleasure he was giving to you was mind-altering.

“Gonna cum in your ass, beautiful” he placed his hand between your legs rubbing your swollen clit into oblivion, ripping your first orgasm out of you in no time. 

“Heeseung!” You shook so hard the only thing keeping you up was his grip on your waist as he kept rubbing and rubbing your sensitive clit till you came again. “Cumming heeseung, I’m cumming again.” 

“Cum for me, Mommy, that’s it, that’s it gonna fill this tight little ass with my cum fuck” he moaned loudly as his hips started moving sporadically, thrusting over and over again until he came undone in your ass filling it up with rope after rope of his hot gooey cum. “Yes, yes fuck yes,” he whimpers, slowing his pace and riding out his high spurt after spurt of cum flooding your gaping hole. “Feels so good,” he breathes out, feeling dizzy as he throbs continuously in your hole, giving you every single last drop of his warm cum. 

He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as rolls his hips a little more, working you both through your orgasms. “Hmm, Seung.” You hum in delight as he rests his head beside yours, kissing and licking your cheek until his hips come to a stop.

“Was that good?” He asked tiredly, and you couldn’t even believe he thought he had to ask that you were literally soaked in your arousal and his cum trembling in the aftermath of all the pleasure he gave to you.

Of course, it was good.

“So good, seungie,” he hums, satisfied with your answer.

“I promised I would fuck you good,” he chuckled, kissing your earlobe, and despite his legs feeling numb, he got off of you, pulling out and getting off the bed to gather his clothes.

You laid there lifelessly, too worn out to even move cause that’s just how good he fucked you. “You want me to clean you up a bit?” He offered while pulling the sheets over your spent body.

“No, my husband will be home soon, so it’d probably be best if you leave,” you tell him with your eyes already closed. 

“O-oh,” he nodded to himself and got dressed. “Sleep in tomorrow, yeah?” 

You hum in agreement and open your eyes even though you could feel them starting to close again. “Goodnight, seungie,” you tell him with a tired smile.

“Goodnight, Mommy,” he winks and exits your bedroom quietly.

After going to his room, he lies in bed, smiling to himself now that his imagination has become a reality.

Too bad he couldn’t have you like that every night, but he’d take what he could get, even if it was only one time.

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[cosycafune]

WISH I’D FUCKED YOU SOONER!

eren’s obsessed with the idea of fucking you, his girlfriend, so doing losing his virginity to a virgin you reprogrammed a pussy-deprived him. <3

a synopsis of acts: oral (f), missionary, sizing, boob grabbing, sadistic tendencies, multiple creampies, virginity loss, reassurance + potential more.

I’d like to think that when you and Eren lost your virginities to each other, a part of him would be so scared of hurting you. Yet, another part of him slightly thrived on knowing that he had you in such an intimate position, your legs sprawled, your stomach swelling with his cock, and your eyes teary.

The two of you hadn’t experienced anything like this before, but knowing how warm your soppy cunt is, and how much it could take of Eren’s mighty cock, made him prideful. Even if it took him a few times to learn through each of his swift finishing, inside of you, you told him to keep going — momentarily forgetting pregnancies exist.

Eren couldn’t ever get enough of your thudding heart, your scrunched up features, only being soothed by Eren reassuring and kissing your lips. With you bleeding, he consistently asked you if you wanted him to stop — but you pleaded for him to keep going.

Beautifully, Eren spent all night learning to fuck you — just so the next time would be more special than the last. Reassurance is his best specialty, only when it comes to you. Never had he seen you this vulnerable before, so seeing your angelic physique, your nervous features and your heavy breathing, completely resonated with him

Yet, the part that brought him to cum insanely quickly was your cunt pulsating — scared at his cock kissing upon your clit for the first time. Seeing the sight, and how his cock overwhelmed your cunt, made Eren gawk. Gawk, continuously running his cock against your soppy folds — only to subconsciously cum against them.

No, Eren wasn’t sure what specifically left him a cumming mess — because it was everything. Watching you writhe around, desperately trying to fit almost every inch of him, crying, shaking and throwing your head back, sadistically left him to sexually spiralling.

Sizing you up, that did wonders on his delirious mind. Just seeing you wearing a lilac bra, your ample breasts sprawled, unleashed Eren’s caged instincts. Seeing parts of your nudity was normal to him, but seeing you in a sexual glory pulverised each of his thoughts. He found himself longing to finally claim you, making you take and handle him — in a way you’ve been deserving of for a long time.

After tasting you, that’s what secured it for Eren. To him, learning how to give you head was the easiest act for him — as it refrained from hurting you. Just your pretty moans, your shyness and your maintained eye contact, it made him helplessly divulge within your cunt. Your cunt as you wrecked his manbun, gasping and moaning loudly at Eren roughly grabbing your breasts.

Rolling your hips was easy, but it grew harder each second — as Eren had already adapted to your pleasure patterns. It wasn’t something so easy, but seeing the hope in your eyes made him explore his stable stamina — eating you out until his jaw grew mildly lazy.

Knowing it was irresponsible to cum inside of you, Eren ponders on such a thing — but he didn’t care. It was daft to say, but seeing your pretty pussy filled with cum made him do it over and over again — praying mercilessly that he knocks you up.

Missing out on fucking you sooner is Eren’s only mistake in your relationship, as being unable to treat you sexually and wrecking you, made him wonder how badly the two of you were missing out.

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do not copy, modify or translate my works. all rights belong to me: cosycafune. 2024.

[judes-hoe]

Bad Call ~ JB5

Parrings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ when Jude comes home from the game you let him do whatever he wants to let that anger out

Warnings ~ pure filth

A/N ~ we got fucking robbed tf was the ref thinking I don’t think he knows how to do his job. Sorry this is so bad I tried my best also lemme tag @mentalbaddiex cause I told her I’d make one so I’ll tag her😙

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You were happy to see Jude back playing on the pitch, you would have gone to the game but you had to stay home and take care of your new German Shepard puppy. You watched the whole game sitting on the couch with Hunter. When you saw the ref blow the whistle while the ball was mid air you were also furious. You got even more mad when they gave Jude a red card.

You could tell how mad Jude was. You knew when he came home that you’d let him do what he needed to calm down. You took Hunter out to go to the bathroom before going upstairs to sleep knowing Jude won’t be home till tomorrow afternoon. You go up to your room and put Hunter in his cage since he’s just a puppy. Then you get settled in bed laying down and scrolling on your phone, liking everything about what happened at the end of the game.

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You woke up and got Hunter out his cage before going to the kitchen. You filled his food bowl and made yourself some breakfast. You sat down on the couch eating your breakfast, watching your favorite show. Jude texted you saying he was on his way home so you figured vini was giving him a ride home like he does sometimes.

Around 20 minutes later you hear the door open and slam shut and Hunter barking. “Babyy” Jude called out. “In the living room” you shouted. You watched as he turned the corner and walked over to you, laying on top of you. You start rubbing his back and scratching the back of his head. “I know you’re still angry, I’ll let you take it out on me,” you whispered in his ear. His head shot up and a smirk was displayed on his face.

He got up and picked you up walking to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and started kissing you roughly. “God im so mad” he said between kisses. “I know baby just take it all out on me,” you said back. He took all your clothes off only leaving your panties on, he took all his off too expect for his boxers. He started kissing down your body until he got to your pussy, he quickly takes off your panties and starts eating you out like it’s his last meal.

He made you cum 2 times with his mouth before he finally came up and kissed you awhile taking his boxers off. He took his cock and lined it up with your entrance before slamming in. He started going as fast and as hard as he could letting his anger out. You in the other hand, your eyes were in the back on your head, you were moan so loud you thought the neighbors would think you’re getting murdered. He leaned down and started kissing you and leaving marks on your neck. You were clawing at his back it probably looked like a cat attacked him.

He had put you in ever position you can think of doggy, cowgirl, anything. You had came about 4 times before the overstimulation got to much and you had to use the safe word. He came about 3 times, but he ran a nice warm bath for you both and after that you both got into bed and he let you baby him a little even tho he just fucked the shit outta you.

Let’s just say you couldn’t really walk for 2 days and Jude had to take care of you.

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[rayassecretlife]

“What happens when you disobey me?”

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

TO FULLY UNDERSTAND, READ PART 1, this part picks up right where part 1 leaves off.

Summary: It’s you and Neteyam’s 4 year anniversary but after he catches you talking to someone you shouldn’t have, he can’t help but teach you a lesson.

Warning(s): FILTH (MINORS DNI). Jesus Christ, just pure filth.

Not proof read… sorry for mistakes!!!

The ride home was longer then you had expected and you couldn’t help but fall asleep against his Ikran, his arms tight around you the entire time till you landed. You thought you were going home, but you had to of been far from it because when you opened your eyes, a whole new area you had never seen before had came into view.

It was a secluded beach connected to the forest, many bright glowing flowers lighting the path he took you on. There was a hut not far from the beach, flowers and such scattered on the steps.

“Neteyam” you frown, realizing he had planned so much and you couldn’t help but smile, continuing to walk further toward the hut.

Your cheeks flush as you slowed down by the steps, taking in the many flowers on the floor and the small lights that led inside the hut. Your eyes watered, you felt terrible. How could you even be mad at him?

You continued to walk in, following the trail of flowers till you reached the end, a quiet sob breaking through your chest. “Syulang?” You turn to your mate, wrapping your arms around his neck before he could say anything about your tears.

“This is beautiful, Nete” He chuckles at your weary voice, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you, Ma’Teyam”

He pulled away just a bit, still having your body in his arms as he leans down to kiss you, but you crashed yours into his before he even got close. Yes, you were a still angry about earlier, but you couldn’t deny your need for him.

You’d been waiting all day for him to stop with the teasing, and you hoped now that it was almost the end of your anniversary that he’d give you want you wanted.

“I need you, Teyam. I’ve been waiting all day” He chuckles against your lips, pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you further inside.

But you must’ve forgotten that he was still burning with anger and jealousy, practically slamming you into the wall, catching your gasp in his mouth. He used this to push his tongue against your own, hands gripping your skin as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He sat you on the hut’s table, pulling you to the very edge before he removed your chest piece, hand pushing your chest down so your back laid against the wood. “Nete…” You mewl as his hand gets lower down your leg, his lips planting small kisses down your bare chest.

Your hands fought to grip any part of his body as his hand entered your loincloth, thumb instantly finding your clit. You moan softly, hands finally gripping his shoulders as he rubs circles against your already beating bud, hips moving towards him for more friction.

You yelped at the sudden slap against your thigh, the burning sensation spreading throughout your body.“Keep doing that and I’ll leave you like this. Brat’s don’t get rewarded” Your breathing is much heavier now, biting your lip to stay quiet. His head dips down to your chest, his tongue swirling around your cold nipple. “So wet, baby. Need to taste you”

“Nete, please” you begged breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows as he pulled away from your chest, untying your loincloth. “I need you now”

“Oh, baby” he tsked, “You disobeyed me, Remember?” he kisses between your rib cage, bending your knees and spreading your legs further for him. “You know what happens when you disobey me”

“I didn’t! Nete, I swear-“

“You know he’s not supposed to be in your tent so why did you let him in” his finger tips ghost your entrance, teasing you more and more, causing you to whine. “Because if you actually gave a fuck, you would’ve kicked him out”

“I-I told kiri I’d take the last one, I didn’t know it was him! She was already gone, Neteyam” His head shook at your excuse, “please, I’m telling the truth”

“It’s one thing when you patch him up, but it’s another when you do it after I warned you to stay away from him” You cry at his words, accepting you weren’t getting out of this. Nothing made him more mad than when you were around Kaonu, or any guy really. “Now, what happens when you disobey me?”

You begged him, giving him a pleading look in hopes he’d go easy on you. He wouldn’t, only when you were trembling under him, is when he would let up.

“Fucking answer me!” His voice raises as he grabs your neck and you cry out, grabbing his arm out of reflex.

“I get punished” You finally admit, watching his eyes soften at your words, leaning down to your face and pressing a small kiss to your lips. You could tell he thought he was hurting you and that’s why he stopped all of a sudden, but the truth is, you fucking loved when he was like this. When he treated you like a slut who needed to be taught a lesson. He gave your jaw a few small kisses before moving to your ear, “I may be angry, but you tell me how you want it, pretty girl”

Your heart thumped at his words. He was such a softy when it came to his mate, even when he was angry with you. Your hand gets lost in his long hair, a shaky breath leaving your mouth. “I can take it, Teyam. I want to take it” He chuckles in your ear, pulling your leg to lay against his side.

“There’s my dirty girl” He takes your lobe between his teeth, biting down only a small bit but enough to make you bite your lip. It didn’t hurt, it just felt way too good. He pulls away, trailing kisses down from your neck all the way down your bare body and your hand stayed atop his head, watching his move all the way down to your dripping core.

You watch in awe as he stares down at your soaked cunt, his fingers ghosting over your entrance. You were so beautiful to him, the most beautiful girl in the world.

He gave you one last smirk before pushing two of his fingers inside of you, taking you by surprise. You gasped as he took your swollen clit in his mouth, your head falling back at the unbelievable sensation. He chuckled, vibrations flowing through your fragile body and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, trying your hardest not to push his head down.

“My sweet girl, you taste so fucking good” Your a mess above him, begging him for more as he eats you like your his last meal, curling his fingers inside you and torturing your clit with his tongue. He was so good at this, driving you insane every second he wasn’t touching you.

“Neteyam!” You cry out, starting to squirm from his grip. You couldn’t take it anymore, you looked so pathetic like this.

“Gonna come already, Baby? I thought you wanted Kaonu to do it?” He pulls his head from your core and you cry, spreading your legs more as you gripped his braids. “And to think, he really believes he could make you this wet? Not like this, not like me”

“Fuck, Nete. I’m gonna come” Your words were falling from your mouth at this point, begging him to draw you to your end. You waited all day for this, all day for him to stop teasing you and actually give in. In just a second, his mouth is back on you, except this time with way more hunger then before. You didn’t know, but his free hand palmed himself through his loincloth, his arousal becoming painfully hard at the sight of you. He wasn’t just teasing you all day, but holding himself back from the mess he could’ve made, fucking you in all those spots you had been in today.

You feel the familiar feeling grow in the pit of your stomach and your hands grip his hair tighter, walls tightening around his fingers. He didn’t stop at your moans, letting you hold your legs down so you wouldn’t clamp around his head.

“I should leave you like this after you talked to him. You wish I was him, don’t you? Making you come like this?” He coaches and you whine at his words, back arching off the table as you felt your release just a second away from bursting.

“Nete..!” You practically cry his name, hand flying to your mouth trying to silence your very loud moans. Your words didn’t slow his actions, only making him pick up his pace, pulling his head up as he watched you unravel. It was such a pretty sight—watching your body shake and how your release wet his lower stomach, dripping all the way down to his loincloth. “Fuck, I-I-“

“Maybe I need to start doing this more” He chuckled as you stare at his body, sitting up to pull him down to kiss your lips. You needed him badly, you needed him to fill you. “So greedy” he leans you back against the table, tongues dancing against one another’s as he pulled his fingers from your core, bringing them between your faces.

You batted your eyelashes at your mate, taking his drenched fingers into your mouth as he watched you closely, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “That’s it, such a good girl” Oh gosh, how wet it made you to hear that.

You pull back with a pop, reaching down to his waist to unclip his loincloth. You hand brushed his arousal, biting your lip as you looked down between the two of you, his cock just an inch away from touching your stomach.

You hum, taking him in your small hand and stroking him, watching his eyes squeeze shut above you. You had your eyes on your mate, whispering small things against his ear. “Goddamnit, Y/N” he curses, grabbing your hand and slamming it against the table above your head, taking his cock in his free hand to brush against your core. “You can never be patient, can you?”

“Looks like your the one who can’t be patient, Pretty boy” You really should learn how to keep your mouth shut but how could you when he had you like this? Under his control like his own personal puppet.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that” without a warning, he’s already sliding into you at once, not giving you a second to adjust to his size. You gasp, hands gripping his at the sensation. It didn’t hurt, after all these years of being with him, your pussy was like a home for him, inviting him in Every. Single. Time.

He’s usually let you adjust but not this time, this time, he was taking his anger out on you—fucking you like it would be the last thing he ever did. “So big, so fucking big—oh my god” You whined, eyes starting to water as his tip kissed your cervix repeatedly. “Nete, It’s too much!”

“No” He dismissed your words, hand wrapping around your throat once again as he let go of your hands, standing up while continuing to rut into you. “You wanted it, you fucking take it”

Your jaw fell as he picked up his pace, whimpers and moans spilling out every other second. He leaned back down to you, forcing his cock to go deeper inside you and you practically yelled his name, nails digging into his skin so hard your sure you drew blood.

You were already coming undone without any warning, your core tightening around his cock as he chuckled, coaching you through your high. “So pathetic, Y/N. Legs shaking and all” He pulls both of your legs onto his shoulders, you arousal milking his cock of its pre.

He pushed down on your lower stomach, watching your face twist in pleasure and your loud moans begin to fly again, tears filling your eyes. “Feels so fucking good, Baby. Such a good girl letting me fill you up, taking my cock so well”

Your cunt squeezed him tight, hands gripping his shoulder to pull him closer to you. Neteyam loved watched you lose control, watching you cry for more. You could cry all you want, but the way you moaned his name told him everything he needed to know.

“I bet Kaonu wishes he was wearing this necklace right now” He chuckles at your shaking legs on his shoulders, leaning down to kiss your soft lips and capturing your moans in his mouth. “Might have to replace mine with this one, It’s far more beautiful”

“Keep talking, Teyam. I’m all yours, take what’s yours!” you begged, his dirty words doing wonders to your core. He was barely keeping his composure, the feeling of you squeezing his cock was far more then enough but he couldn’t let go—not until he was finished with you.

He groaned, pulling out of your soaking wet core. You protested but were quickly silenced once he pulled you to the floor, turning you away from him and pushing you onto all fours.

“Neteyam!” You cried his name as he slipped back into you, hitting a whole new spot then before. He pulled the root of your hair back, your head thrown back at the pleasure. You couldn’t take it, his balls slapping against your wet cunt with every thrust, giving your clit a tease of small sensation. “Please, please!”

He knew what you wanted, his hand pulling his queue from behind him to connect with yours. Both of your pupils shot bigger at the feeling, a whimper leaving his mouth as he leaned against you.

“Mmm, Nete… I-I-“ he grabs your hips, nails digging into your skin as he forces you backwards, pussy clenching around his cock every time. You cry his name louder, your mind growing foggy as your nails grip the wood floor, his cock bruising your insides.

He pulls you up by your hair, your back pressing against his stomach as he continues to thrust into you harshly, his hand now wrapping around your neck. “Who’s making you feel this good? Who’s pussy is this, Y/N” You whine, looking up at your mate as he stares down at you, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Yours! God, it’s only yours, Teyam. Only you can fuck me this good!” You mewl, reaching back to grip onto him in any way possible.

“That’s right, Sweet girl. Only me. Not that fucking Skxawng—or anyone else, me” he pushed you back down, pressing his stomach to you as he picked his pace back up, placing multiple kisses along your back as you begged. “My dirty fucking girl, come for me”

You cried, moving your tired hips against his as he coached you. He needed you to come now before he lost himself, he didn’t want to come like this. He needed one more out of you.

“Teyam… I’m so tired” You wipe your eyes, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks.

“I know, Sweet girl. You can do it, hold onto me” He intertwined your hands on the wood floor, pushing into you as deep as he could. “I can feel it, baby. Let it go, I’ve got you”

Your hands gripped his as you felt your third release crashing over you, a mixture of moans, gasps and cries leaving your mouth while he stroked you through your high. You knew what was next but you didn’t know If you’d be able to take it, you were so tired to the point that if you had closed your eyes you would’ve passed out.

“Neteyam” you cry as he pulls out of you, hands gently lifting you to his lap. Your body trembled as your cunt rubbed against his cock, head falling in the crook of his neck trying to catch your breath. “I can’t”

“You can, baby. You can” He was weak but he needed to release soon or it would start to hurt, watching you and listening to you moan for the past hour was fun and all but it was torture to his own.

He’d always take care of you first.

You tirelessly nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted you up, lining himself up to your entrance for the last time. You both let out a shaky breath as he slid inside you, slowly sinking the deepest he had been all night. He needed you like this to come, needed you to look at him as he released inside you.

“I fucking love you” He says breathlessly, guiding your hips as you ride him. Your hands tugged his hair making him moan, your ears peeking at the sound. “So fucking close, Y/N”

You cup his face in your hands, laying your sweating forehead against his. “Come for me, Sweet boy. Give me another baby” He let out a loud moan, his ears perking up and his cheeks getting hot as he stared into your eyes, pulling you all the way down.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” He whimpers in your ear as he grips your hips tightly, finally letting go and painting your gummy walls white with his thick seed. You moaned his name once more, the warm feeling never ceasing to amaze you even after four years.

You collapse in his arms, eyes fluttering shut as his arms wrap around you, breath still shaking as he came down from his high.

“Syulang” He calls your name but your entirely too fucked out to care, falling into his body more then before. “Y/N, baby” He slightly panics, worried he had pushed you unconscious. “Talk to me, Sweet girl” He lifts your head up, cupping your heavy head in his hands.

You hum, nodding your head as you relax against his grasp, you were so beyond tired but you were okay. “I’m okay” He sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “so tired, Nete…”

“I know, baby. Go to sleep, I’ll take care of you” You open your eyes, laying your hand against one of his against your face, a weak smile washing over your lips.

“Happy anniversary, Ma’Teyam” He leans down, pressing a final kiss to your soft lips before leaning his forehead back against yours, closing his eyes as your queues disconnect.

“Happy anniversary, My love”

If you liked this, make sure to check out my other writings on my masters list! Thank you all for the support 💙.

This is a little rushed but not really so it might be a little bad but I’m too lazy to proof read it sooo

[alloftheimagines]

joel miller | the cure

masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

words: 3.5k

warnings: episode nine spoilers, canon level violence, probably incorrect medical stuff, joel murdering a bunch of people but in a sexy way, angst, she/her!reader

prompts: reader swaps places with Ellie (either as the one who’s immune or maybe they both are but Ellie isn’t put in that situation with the hospital), and reader is the one Joel rescues.

I’d love to request 13 and 70 from the prompt list you reblogged, with Joel Miller please! I adore your writing ❤️

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

tags: @sweetbabygirlsworld @m4tthewmurd0ck @domaniquessidehoe @spideysimpossiblegirl

When Joel wakes in the hospital alone, he knows something is wrong. The last he remembers is you and Ellie at his side as you searched for a way into the hospital, Ellie reading her puns aloud while you rolled your eyes and tried (failed) not to laugh.  

He sits up quickly, heart pounding against his rib cage. He feels like sand is falling through his fingers, grain by grain. He’s woken up and lost something again, and this time you aren’t here to tell him it was just a dream. It’s real now, and the harder he clutches, the quicker he loses his grip. 

As he stands on wobbly feet, the door creaks open. Ellie appears, and a kernel of relief drops to his stomach. Just one, but it’s enough to ground him for a minute. 

And then he sees her red-rimmed eyes and pale face, and the kernel explodes, raining down more panic. You’re not with her. Where are you?

“Ellie?” he whispers, pulling her in by the shoulder and checking her body for any injuries. 

Her throat bobs. “They took her. They took her to surgery, Joel, but they wouldn’t take me. I think… I think something is wrong. I think—”

“You’re awake.” Marlene steps through the door with a pleasant smile, and Ellie’s voice fades quickly. “Sorry we had to knock you out. They didn’t know who you were, not until they brought you in.”

“Where is she?” Joel asks, his voice steady and low, like gravel crunching under heavy boots. 

Marlene slips her hands into her pockets, and there is something, a quick flash, in her dark eyes that Joel is too worried to miss. She’s good at blinking it away, but it’s too late. He saw.

“She’s already in surgery.” With a sigh, she pulls Joel and Ellie’s belongings from the table and hands them over. “You did a good job getting them here, Joel. So good we decided it wouldn’t be right to operate on Ellie, too. Not until we know for sure their immunity can help with the cure.”

Joel’s eyes narrow, his fingers curling into fists at his side. He grabs the bags roughly, all too aware of the way Ellie is shrinking into his side as though afraid. “So how long will it take? When can I see her?”

Pressing her lips together, Marlene’s wary glance passes between Ellie and Joel. “To test for a cure, we need to take the cordyceps from the host’s body. Do you understand what that means?”

He doesn’t, not at first. Not until he thinks of all the things he’s been told about the illness over the years. The way you spoke about it when you told him you couldn’t get sick and how the Fireflies believed a rare fungal infection you battled as an infant, years before the outbreak, left you immune to cordyceps. Because that infection altered your body’s immune system, and… 

And the way fungal infections are recognised by your brain. 

“Cordyceps…” He feels dizzy. Sick. “Cordyceps infect the brain. Removing it…”

Removing it would mean removing you. 

Killing you. 

Marlene nods, sympathy softening her features. Fuck her sympathy, Joel thinks as his blood begins to boil, bones stiffening with that protectiveness he’s always let consume him when it comes to the few people he loves. 

He lurches forward on that primal instinct alone, because there is no way in hell he can let you die. “You’ll kill her!” 

Guards filter into the room immediately, shoving Joel so the backs of his knees knock against the bed.

Ellie is trembling beside him. “Did you even fucking tell her?” she yells. “Does she know that she’s going to die on that fucking operating table, you piece of shit?”

“I’m sure she’d choose it this way,” Marlene snaps. “You’re the alternative, and we weren’t going to make a fourteen-year-old a martyr. Not if we don’t have to.”

“Martyrs choose to be martyrs!” Joel’s voice bellows like thunder through the room as he struggles against the armed guards. “You had me bring her here to fucking kill her!” The words shatter against the wall like ceramic as he realises the twisted truth of them. 

He hauled you and Ellie across the fucking country… for this. To have you laid out like an animal and experimented on. Killed. You’d never shown any hint that you thought this was how it would end. You’d talked about going back to Tommy’s after all this was over, getting a house for all three of you. Your face lit up when you told Ellie she’d have her own room, and you’d glanced at him with both a question and a promise glinting in your eyes because you both knew. There was more to this now than when you’d begun as frosty acquaintances stuck on the same path. You’d gotten close, spent freezing evenings huddled by the fire and drinking whiskey from Joel’s flask. You’d saved his life more times than he could count and vice versa. 

He’d torn down his armour for you despite his better judgement, because he couldn’t help but fall for you even if you were too damn young and pretty for him. Even if he was certain he was no good for you. 

This morning he’d woken beside you, bathed in your light and warmth, and he’d been certain something had changed. That all the pain he’d experienced in his life finally had a reason and he could let it go, start fresh. Be yours rather than lost and bitter and alone. His cheeks had ached because he’d smiled and smiled and smiled, every time you spoke, every time you looked at him. 

They can't just take that away. Not for a cure that might not even come to work. Not for anything. Damn it, he hasn’t come this far to lose you now. 

“I’m giving you the option to leave,” Marlene says. “To get out of here and take the kid with you. You get to keep her safe because Y/N took her place. So let it go, Joel. Leave now, calmly, and let us do the rest. We could have a cure in a year’s time, maybe two. Do you understand that? All of this could be over soon.”

He knows better than to believe that after all he’s seen. It was never the infection that was the problem. It was humanity — and the absence of it when civilisation deteriorated. It was the Davids of the worlds, it was Fedra, it was murder and fascism and blood and sacrifice and ruin. 

And why the hell should you have to die for a world that never gave you a damn thing? You, who still knows how to love and go gently, protect and fight for what matters? Why should he have to lose the one good thing he's known in this life?

The answer is simple: he shouldn’t. He won’t. 

A veil of eerie calm passes over him. He nods, and the guards relax. Ellie is shouting, swearing, thumping him on the chest as he’s escorted out with her in tow. He leaves Marlene behind. Lets her think he's leaving quietly.

And then knocks out the guards and steals their rifles, forced to be part of the world that doesn’t deserve to be saved.

Because there is one thing that does deserve it, still, and he’ll fight like hell to keep it.

***

He moves through the hospital like ripples through a lake, fracturing everything in his wake. He shoots without hearing the gunfire, without feeling his finger on the trigger. He told Ellie to run and hide, but she was too stubborn and too worried about you to agree, so now she follows behind him, squeezing her eyes shut each time a Firefly falls. He doesn’t want her to see this, but there isn’t time to stop it now. He knows she wants you safe as much as he does, and that has to be enough. 

It feels like hours before he finds you in the operating room, surrounded by nurses and doctors in blue scrubs.  Your eyes are closed, your body still, and for a moment he thinks he’s too late. His knees threaten to give out as he barges in, weapon poised, Ellie close behind. You’re tethered to wires and IVs, but he sees no blood, no evidence that they’d already begun. 

“I won’t let you take her!” the doctor says, wielding his scalpel. Joel shoots him, and he crumples to the floor without a whimper, without anything. 

The nurses cower. Joel can taste their fear like metal, but he can’t feel it. It seeps into him like a ghost’s touch; unable to scratch his surface, but still able to penetrate. He can’t focus on it. Not when you’re still lying there, looking so small, so unlike you, in a hospital gown. 

“Take out the IVs,” he instructs, his voice unwavering as he motions to you. 

The nurse shakes her head. 

“Now!” he bellows, and she’s smart enough to listen. She pulls the wires from your hand before stumbling back again. 

Joel pays them no more heed as he steps towards you, his breath ragged as he smooths the hair from your face. You don’t react, don’t move, but you’re unharmed. Thank god, you’re unharmed. 

“I got you, baby,” he whispers, his hands trembling as he slips one beneath your legs and the other around your back, scooping you up. “I’m here. I’m here now.”

You sink into his chest, and he knows that no matter what he’s done,  no matter the horrors he’s committed, he made the right choice. Perhaps not for the world, or for the families of the people he’s murdered, but for you, and for Ellie, and for him. For his own little universe, where love has finally blossomed after a twenty-year drought. 

That’s enough for him.

***

You wake feeling groggy, the sun dappling your face and a strange hum beneath you. It takes you a moment to realise it’s a car engine, and you frown, sitting up with a start. The back of Joel’s salt-and-pepper head is the first thing you notice, and relief floods you — intensified when you find Ellie in the passenger seat. 

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty.” Joel glances at you through the rearview, his cheek pinching with a concerned smile. “How you feeling?”

A million memories try to soak into your mind at once. You remember almost nothing since approaching the hospital with Joel, and your body feels heavy. You look down to find you’re not in your own clothes, but someone else’s. 

“What happened?”

Joel’s jaw sets, and a shiver rises inside you, because you know him, and you know that something has gone horribly wrong. His knuckles are white over the steering wheel, and neither he nor Ellie will meet your gaze as he speaks. “We’ll talk about it when we’re off the road.”

“No. Talk about it now,” you demand. More images flood back. You were in a hospital gown, being prepped for surgery. Marlene… Doctors and nurses…

The cure. They decided to use you, not Ellie. 

“Did they… did they do it?”

With a sigh, Joel veers off the road, parking up beside a thick, shadowy treeline. The sun is amber in the sky, setting or rising, you don’t know. 

The silence blankets you when the engine dulls, and your heart thuds as you try desperately to meet his eye. He keeps looking down and around, anywhere but at you. You try to get Ellie instead, fingers curling into the spongy seats as you lean forward. She only fidgets with her backpack. Her hands tremble. 

“Somebody needs to tell me what the fuck is happening!” you snap, because it’s your body, your duty now, and why won’t they look at you? Why won’t they say a word? You went through hell to get to Utah, for Christ’s sake. What was it for if all you get is this confusing, awful silence?

Without a word, Joel opens the car door, instructing Ellie to give you a minute. You follow, your legs no longer feeling like legs and your mind clouded by fog. Both your doors slam shut, and you lean against the car for support as he finally turns to look at you. His expression is unreadable, and that makes you afraid. It reminds you of the day you met him, when he held a gun to you before you could reach for your own. When he was just a stranger who Marlene had sworn could get you to the Fireflies' base. 

When he speaks, though, he’s anything but cold. “I couldn’t let them do it,” he whispers, pain straining his voice. 

Your face creases in confusion. “What? After everything we risked, everything we went through—”

“It would kill you!” he shouts. And then, lower: “They were going to kill you. Take the cordyceps out of your fucking brain and leave you… gone. Did you know that? Did they tell you?”

You’re speechless, your throat thick with fear, shock, and your stomach churning with nausea. “That’s why they didn’t want Ellie.”

“They figured murdering  a fourteen-year-old was a step too far.” Bitterness soaks his words. 

You massage your temples as you try to process it, but at the forefront of everything is guilt. You feel sick, shivery, wrong. You’re the world’s only hope… and you haven’t given them what they needed. 

And then you think of Marlene, who promised you so much. You were her friend for years. She looked you in the eyes before surgery and told you you were doing the right thing. She sent you to your execution. 

The worst part is that if you’d known it would kill you, you probably still would have agreed if it meant fixing what the infection has broken. 

You glance at Joel as you understand all the things he’s not saying. “What the fuck did you do, Joel?” you breathe shakily. 

His mouth stretches into a thin line of devastation, and he doesn’t have to say it. “I couldn’t let them… I couldn’t. It wasn’t right.”

You doubt whatever went down on Joel’s end was right, either. There’s no way the Fireflies would have let you go without a fight. 

Oh, god. 

You sink against the car, panic rising in you. When Joel tries to grab your hand, you tear it away, surprising even yourself. 

“Hey,” he says, pleading. “Don’t do this. I had to keep you safe. I had to…”

“It wasn’t your choice!” 

“It sure as hell wasn’t yours either!” Joel blurted, anger roughening the edges. “They were just gonna take you away, no fuckin’ warning, no askin’, no nothin’! It’s sick!” 

“I’m just one person, Joel. They were trying to save the world!”

“You’re the only fuckin’ person who matters! You, and her!” He jabs a finger in Ellie’s direction, mouth curling with something foul. “It ain’t your responsibility to die for this world. They said it might not even work, made it sound like they were just using you as a lab rat. And what would you be saving anyway? You wanna sacrifice yourself for a world where the government scares everybody into submission and rapists and murderers and fuckin’ cannibals run the place? Huh?”

You flinch at the memory of Silver Lake and David, and how it had felt to lose Sam and Henry months before. Joel’s right; it’s hard to want to save the world when the world has done nothing but kick you down, again and again. 

But whatever Joel did, whatever pain he’s left with… you don’t want the stains on his soul to be in your name. He deserves better than that. 

When you say nothing, Joel softens, running a hand through his bristly beard as his eyes begin to glisten. “When are you going to understand, darlin’...? I’d never let anyone hurt you. Not if I could help it.” 

Your chin wobbles with the promise of tears as you look at him properly for the first time. He looks tired, drawn, haunted. 

You did that. Or, rather, he did that for you. 

“Marlene… where is she?” You’re afraid to ask, but you have to know. 

He gulps, bowing his head. “Gone. They’re all gone.”

“Shit.” You hiss the curse as the tears finally fall, rocking against the weight of what you now know to be true. 

“She was never going to stop,” he says. 

“I was… I was supposed to be the cure, Joel.” The words rattle in your broken chest like a song scratched out on old vinyl. 

He shakes his head. “Not like this. Not if it kills you.”

“I can’t…” You want to break, and you look at him and wonder how he’s still standing. What the hell did he do to get you here, get you safe? Slowly, you put your hand on his chest. “God, Joel. What… I can’t be worth all this. I can’t be responsible for all this.”

“You ain’t responsible for anything. I made this decision.” He covers your hand with his own, and you feel his chest thumping. “I did this.”

“That’s what I mean. I don’t want this for you. I don’t…” You stifle a sob. “I was just your fucking cargo. Why would you do all of this? Why would you stop them from finding a cure, stop them from changing the world, for me? You have to live with that. Not me. I know you, Joel, and I know you don’t need another thing weighing on your soul like this. I can’t be the reason you do. I can’t…”

Surprise flickers across his features. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t get it, do you?”

You blink, lost, and he squeezes your hand tighter, his forehead close enough to brush yours. 

“You still don’t know that I love you.”

Your world stutters to a stop with those words. Of course you’d known there was chemistry burning between you, palpable enough that sometimes you can barely breathe. But you never thought Joel would let himself love. 

And yet here he is. Destroying the world to save you and his girl. You’ve seen the way he’s warmed to Ellie. It shouldn’t surprise you that you matter too. But you’d never believe a man like him, a man who breathes grief and hostility and strength, could soften for you. 

“I’m not… I’m not proud,” he says. “I know the mark this’ll leave on my soul. But Jesus, darlin’, my soul was already black and damned before you met me. I’m willing to carry it. I’m willing to do whatever it takes if it means you’re still here with me. I don’t know what sort of man that makes me. Not a good one, that’s for sure. But I couldn’t just let them kill you. I couldn’t do that. Not for anything. The cure might save the world, or it might not. But I saved my world in that hospital. I had to. Please understand, baby… I had to.”

A tear rolls down his cheek. You catch it with the pad of your thumb even as your own face remains damp and awestricken. You don’t understand. You’re not sure you ever will. But you love him anyway, because you’ve never known somebody to fight for people the way he does, and he’s a good father, a good brother, even when he isn’t. Even when he’s forced to make bad choices, do bad things. He never pretends to be a hero, never asks for redemption.

But he’s asking you now — begging, even — to understand, because he loves you and because he couldn’t give up on you, and that means something. That means everything. 

You press your lips to his, and they’re rough and shaky and new. He pulls you closer, clutching onto your shirt like it’s all he has to hold onto. 

You don’t know what it means. You don’t know what happens next, or whether it’s right to go on living when you could be saving the world. 

You only know that you’re not ready to die yet, not when there is so much of him left to love, and so much to experience with Ellie. God, you dread to think what she saw in that hospital. 

“Is Ellie okay?” you ask tentatively as you pull away.

Joel glances into the car. “She needs you as much as I do.”

And you need them, more than you ever planned for. You lean into Joel’s chest and close your eyes, exhaustion weighing on your bones but fire kindled in your heart. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go home,” he says into your hair. 

The world is still broken, but you get to go home. 

That has to be worth something.

[gurugirl]

new friday one shot just dropped on patreon

★★★

“Will you just shut the fuck up?” He stepped toward you and you scowled up at him, standing from your stool.

“What? Are you gonna hit me?”

Karl was suddenly standing in between you and Harry as he pushed Harry back a foot, “You two need to go upstairs and talk this out or something. If you can’t play nice you both need to go.”

Harry didn’t drag his angry gaze from you as he grabbed his bag of weed and stomped away upstairs. You followed behind him silently as you tried to remember where you’d put your purse. You figured you’d just go. There was no point in staying around any longer. You and Harry were clearly not going to be able to be around one another.

“The fuck is wrong with you? Huh?” Harry turned toward you as you walked past him. You ignored him, though. Felt it was unnecessary to engage any longer.

“What? You fucking can’t hear me now?” His voice grew angrier. Louder.

You rolled your eyes as you yanked your purse over your shoulder and then dug around for your keys but before you could find them Harry had his hand wrapped around your upper arm and he was pulling you to the small laundry room at the front of the house and closed the door behind himself, “You’re gonna fucking talk to me now. I don’t like being disrespected by a worm like you. Little bitch thinks her shit don’t stink.”

You tugged your arm out of his hold and backed up to the washing machine sneering at him, “You don’t deserve respect. You’re a fucking clown if you think I’m going to give you any regard. You’ll get what’s coming to you when you can’t graduate this semester.”

Harry’s nostrils flared and he stood over you, a palm on the cold surface of the metal washing machine behind you, “Fuck. You. You little bitch. Cheating, lying, fake cunt…”

You couldn’t help it when you took your palm across his cheek and slapped him so hard he coughed out a groan and then held his hand over the stinging spot on his face. He looked down at you like you were some kind of monster and he couldn’t believe you’d just done it.

You grinned at him, “Did that hurt pretty boy? Huh? I hope it bruises and you have to walk around with a mark on your stupid face knowing that it was me who did it.”

“You put another fucking finger on me and I’ll make you regret it.”

You puffed out a laugh from your nostrils and looked him up and down, “Well then back the fuck off. Why are you still standing over me like you’re gonna fight me? I’m half your size you fucking moron.”

Harry removed his palm from his cheek and caged you in fully, your bottom pressed into the washing machine, making you lean back and away from him as he tutted darkly, “You are half my size. So if I were you I’d be on my best behavior.”

“Why cause you’re gonna hurt me? Gonna show me who’s boss?” You called him on his bluff.

“I fucking should. You’re acting like a child.”

“Well, you’ve got me cornered. I have no choice but to defend myself so I slapped you. And I’ll do it again if I have to.” You pushed at his chest and felt the solid bulk of him under his t-shirt. He didn’t budge so you leaned into it, pushing at him harder with both hands but this time he raised one hand and gripped your jaw in his palm, angling your face toward his while his other hand wrapped around your wrists to stop you from pushing him.

“Last warning. I told you not to touch me.”

“But your hands are all over me,” your words were smushed from your mouth as he kept his fingers pressed into your face.

“All over you?” He laughed, “In your dreams.”

“Oh fuck you…” you spat. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the beer on his breath and see the specks of gold in his pretty green eyes. Stupid pretty green eyes.

“No. Fuck you,” his voice was deep and dripping with something fierce. Something crimson red and hot. Vicious.

“Fuck you, Harry.”

You didn’t know what had shifted but something happened and the tension between you two in that dark laundry room crackled and sparked until everything around you was aflame.

★★★

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[tht0nesimp]

Expectations

tw: kidnapping, pet play, this is actually half baked, punishments, shal being a dick, infantilism

A/N: this is for @high-bats-writing! Sorry this fic is probably going to be really crappy! (P.S you should totally go read the inspiration for this post < https://www.tumblr.com/high-bats-writing/746620115972440065/happy-easter-hiiii-in-the-headcanons-you-did?source=share

Out of everything you’d been tested with by him, this took the cake, it took the whole fucking bakery.

you’d handled everything he threw at you but this was simply too much, spending years trying to stay away from everything trackable was hard but knowing it was all just in vain because you were nevertheless trapped in his hands again? The knowledge of knowing your efforts weren’t worth anything in the end was devastating.

“Smile!” His cheery attitude becoming a frown when you used your—thankfully free—hands to shield your face from the camera he had in his hands

“It’s fine, I guess, we’ll have plenty of time to get a photo of you in there after all! Won’t we?” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he spoke, encouraging your silence as he continues “you escaped for 2 years? How long do you think I should keep you in there?”

normally you would avoid showing weakness to him, but you couldn’t stop the widening of your eyes “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done what I did” he tilted his head “You don’t have to be sorry, you showed me your true colors!” He chuckled

As he placed a dragging finger down a bar on the cage, you shuddered; quickly finding purchase under one of the plentiful blankets in the cage, one thing you couldn’t complain about was the near suffocating amount of warmth in the normally cold house—well, cold from what you remember from 2 years ago…

Alas, the blankets didn’t protect you from the hand that found your head. Petting your hair reminiscent of petting an animal after it did something silly, something stupid, but something endearing enough to make its owner remain entertained.

And you suppose that may be what he sees you as at the end of the day, a shivering animal used to biting to show affection. Used to having to weakly fight, the only real difference being that your owner in this situation had no intention of saving you

He kept his eyes focused on you, seeing your foot brush against the bowl at the bottom of the cage seeming to remind him “I told myself I’d make you beg, but we can start that tomorrow along with your reeducation. I’ll go fill that up”

he disappeared for a brief moment, before returning with the small bowl full of water, making you reluctantly remember the leaky faucet in the kitchen, wondering he’d ever fixed it like your told him to.

The smile that graced his feature when you saw him crush some form of pill into the clear surface of the water was incriminating alone, but looking at the small off-color dissolving particles in the water was enough to deter away your want to fix the aching thirst in your throat in the moment

Even as you expected some type of negative reaction from your apprehension, he just kept talking. Seemingly excited at getting the chance to act out a fantasy especially after losing you for so long.

his words only proved to spur on a waterfall of unfortunate thoughts, melancholy and upsetting, as they flowed through your mind; wanting to overflow into something more.

“Why are you drugging me?” The words came out weaker than what you might hope, almost dying on your tongue. “Not drugs, just vitamins since I don’t plan on feeding you all too much while you’re down here. Lest it’s like an animal, animals have to work for their food!” He clapped like a child at the zoo “but I don’t want you to be malnourished”

Comfort was never his strong suit, but in the moment it seemed believable enough to allow yourself to indulge in the clear liquid resting in the bowl at the bottom of—dare you say it—your cage

you took a sip of the water, diving your head down as you figured he might not have a great reaction at you trying to pick it up to drink it.

you struggled to drink a sufficient amount, settling for the small sip you were able to get from the bedazzled bowl, almost grateful you hadn’t noticed the “disobedient slut” in pink rhinestones on the front up until you pulled away due to your slight frenzy.

“You’re a natural” he muttered under his breath, getting a quick photo before his phone rang “must be troupe work! Be a good doll and stay right there for me”

you just hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long, after all, 2 years is a long time to spend alone.

Shal chuckled when he heard the slight sigh that left your chapped lips when he left the room, 2 years is a long time to spend alone, and a maddening time to spend with a monster—especially one like him.

[babybluebex]

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐯𝐬.𝟐 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in new orleans, joe comes back after fan expo and wants only one thing from you (version 2 of blue) 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf) (don't like, don't read) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, soft and mushy sex but also a little bit of dom!joey 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ok so i said i'd write a second version to blue where it got spicier, and this is it!! hope y'all like it!

He was energized as he came through the door to the room, which was unusual. Typically, Joseph was exhausted after a day at the con, and he would usually fall asleep dead in bed before he was able to fully undress himself. You yourself were half-asleep, watching television, when the door squeaked as it opened, and Joe grinned at you. “S’up with you?” you mumbled quietly, and Joe shed off his brown leather jacket and hung it on a hanger in the closet. 

“Just feelin’ good,” Joe told you. He came to bed and kissed your forehead, smoothing down your hair, and he added, “Why’re you so sleepy?” 

“I walked all around the city today,” you told him. “Explored the French Quarter and everything… I’m pretty tired. I thought you’d be tired too.” 

“Not really,” Joe said. “I could sleep, but I’d much rather do something else.” 

“Oh, yeah?” you asked, already knowing what his answer would be. You could see his hard length through his tight jeans, nestled just at his thigh, and you smiled softly at him. Joey was insatiable when it came to you, always wanting to be on you (and in you), and it seemed that even his exhaustion from the second day of a con couldn’t tamp down his desire. “What would that be, silly?” 

Joe snapped the gum in his mouth as he smiled, and he leaned forward, kissing you softly. He tasted like his gum, the minty nicotine gum that he had started to favor as he tried to quit smoking, and his hands traveled down to your hips, shoving the blankets aside to get at you. “Maybe a little bit of this,” he mumbled, gently biting your bottom lip, and you slung your arms around his neck, pulling him back down to kiss you again. “Is this so bad?” 

“Not so bad,” you replied. “Joey, baby—“

He shushed you gently, settling his hands on the bed on either side of you to cage you into his body. It was warm, impossibly hot, against his chest, and you giggled as he bit your lip again and rolled his gum in his mouth. “Just let me, darling,” he told you. “Let me take care of my sleepy little babe.” 

You smiled and let your head fall back as Joe moved his kisses down your neck, sinking his teeth in gently and biting you playfully, and you groaned softly at the tingling pain. “Joey,” you moaned gently, and Joe moaned himself, rutting his hips against your leg. 

“I love when you call me that,” he whispered. 

“Well, you’re my Joey,” you told him, and his kisses became more urgent, his lips skating down to your shirt as his fingers worked to tug it up and off. “What else should I call you?” 

“You can call me anything you want,” Joe said. “Whatever you want, love, I’ll let you.” 

“Oh, yeah?” you asked. “I want you, baby.” 

“And you’re getting me,” Joe said. “No worries at all. C’mere…” His hands fell from you and went to his jeans, shuffling out of his shoes as he popped the side-wound button. His jeans yawned open, his half-hard cock bulging against his boxers, and he reached down to palm at his cock as his kisses resumed their greedy exploration. “Fuck, darling, you do this.” His hand fell from his cock and grabbed your wrist, and he brought your hand to his cock instead. You slipped your fingers past the band of his boxers and let his hot, thick length fill your palm, and you slowly stroked him, trying to see how much teasing you could get away with before he put a stop to it. 

“Don’t tease, darling,” Joe said quickly, catching onto your game, and his hand tightened around your wrist, squeezing, threatening. Or what? he begs you to ask, but you know better than to challenge him, especially when he’s as worked up as he is. 

“How long have you been hard?” You asked, and Joe rolls his eyes as he thinks about it. 

“On and off all day,” he said. “Been thinkin’ about seeing you ever since I left this morning.” 

“Well, I’m here now,” you told him, and Joe smiled, snapping his gum again. You helped him step out of his jeans and Valentino loafers, and your mouth watered as his cock bobbed free from his boxers. 

“Do you wanna suck my cock?” Joe asked, and you shook your head. 

“Well, yeah,” you said quickly. “But I’d rather you just fuck me.” 

“You can suck me off later,” Joe nodded, and he started to unbutton his shirt further to take it off, but you stopped him once the shirt was open.

“I like this shirt on you,” you told him. “Keep it on?” 

Joe laughed, nudging your legs open with his knee as he climbed up to kneel on the bed. He looked so gorgeous like this, naked for you, his delicious cock bobbing as he lazily tugged himself off, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched you take off your panties. You were already soaked for him, and he laughed deep in his chest again as you tugged him close by his hips. As much as you liked the lean figure he had had for Eddie, you adored the little bit of pudge on his hips and tummy, and you always made sure to let him know that you loved him no matter how he was. 

In no time at all, the head of his uncut cock was nudging your cunt, and Joe moaned softly as he caught the edge of your hole with his cock. “So wet,” he whispered. “All for me, love, just for me.” 

“Just for you,” you nodded quickly, your skin rippling with the intense pleasure that you knew he would give you, and he flexed his hips, slowly sinking inside you with a strangled moan. Your hands flew up to his neck and tugged him down into a messy kiss, and you smiled at his minty flavor as he continued on his gum. “You wanna spit that out?”

Joe sat up straight, his shirt falling open to expose his chest and belly, the thin hair leading down deliciously to the thatch above his cock. He smiled at you, crooked and mischievous, and he said, “Nah. I think you like it.” 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, and you hissed as he sank further in, your cunt stretching wide to fit him. “Fuck, Joey…” 

“You can take it,” Joe told you, his hands grabbing at yours and smoothing his thumbs down the back of your hand. Carefully, as if testing the waters, he drew his hips back and started to slowly fuck you, and he added, “My sweet girl, you can take whatever I give you.” 

“Gonna take it,” you nodded quickly, Joe’s thrusts gaining speed. He was hungry for it, you could tell, and soon he had found his rhythm, pushing and pulling for you and fucking you in all the best ways. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he slid in and out of your slick hole, the burn of him inside adding perfectly to your pleasure, and he tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Joe grunted as he fucked you, and you watched as his chest began to grow red with exertion, flushing under his thin hair. “Taking me, just like that… Such a sweet whore, such a good girl.” 

“Joey!” you squealed, your legs tightening around his waist. 

“Fuck, yeah, squeeze me, darling,” Joe groaned, and you hooked your ankles together, squeezing your legs tight around him. He moaned again, his cock throbbing inside you, and you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him. His minty breath filled your head and made you dizzy, and his sloppy kiss turned sweet for a moment as he dropped your hands and captured your cheeks in his warm hands. 

“Mmm,” Joe hummed into your mouth, and your hands splayed across his hot chest, pushing the shirt aside so that you could feel his heartbeat against your palms. It was heavy and hard, his heart beating quickly, and you moaned softly into him, letting him drink up every bit of your pleasure. Moons and stars were exploding in your belly and threatening your release with every thrust he gave, and you knew that neither of you would last much longer if you continued on with this frantic fucking. 

And you were right. With a quiet pulse and a soft “Joey!”, you came, the rope inside you snapping as your legs shook around his waist. Your cunt squeezed him and milked him tight, begging him to cum without words, and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Joe’s cock throbbing hard. “Fuck me, I’m cumming,” he said hurriedly, trying to warn you as best as he could as it snuck up on him, and you cried out when he finally filled you, pumping you full to the brim. 

Joe panted above you as he recovered, gathering you up in his arms and turning you on your sides so that he could better hold you. He was quick to shuck off his shirt and spit out his gum, and he smoothed his hand down your back as you nestled up underneath his chin. “This good, darling?” he asked, and you hummed softly, nodding. 

“This is perfect.” 

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2023 Day Six

Love Bites

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Soap linked his fingers together around Ghost’s neck, the skin warm under his palms as he tried to pull Simon even closer to him. Ghost grunted into the kiss, a warning as Soap toyed with the mask, riled up on the back of Ghost’s head from where he’d pushed it over his nose so that he and Soap could mash their mouths against each other’s. Soap held on tight to Ghost’s neck as Ghost pawed frustratedly at his gear, wanting access to more of Soap’s skin, which was sealed away inside the tactical suit. 

Ghost’s kisses were leaving Soap breathless, his knees weakening as Ghost used every part of his body to cage Soap against the wall. Soap was desperate for more, chasing Ghost for his kisses, his own need to breathe be damned. 

Soap couldn’t get enough of Ghost. He would take everything Ghost would give him. He’d told him that so many times; so why was Ghost catching himself, pulling away from Soap a moment too soon, yet again?

“Ghost…” Soap’s voice rasped. 

So did Ghost’s, “shut the fuck up, Johnny. Don’t start that shit again, not now. We don’t have the time.”

“Bullshit, we do.” 

“It’s fucking weird, Soap. Just… leave it.” 

“What is? That I want to know why my boyfriend suddenly stops kissing me?” Soap braced his legs against the floor, pushing himself up as tall as he could, under the circumstances. 

“The thing… the thing that I stop myself doing is weird.” 

“Says you.”

“Because it is weird, that’s not up for debate.” 

“I like weird.” 

“No, you don’t.”

“I like you, Simon…” Johnny pressed himself close to Ghost, “is that not proof enough?”

“You’re a wanker.” 

“So are you. Now, what’s up?”

“No. You’ll fucking hate it, and think I’m weird, and we won’t be able to keep doing this.”

“Tell me, or we won’t keep doing this, regardless.”

Ghost drew in a sharp breath, his lips parted as he stared down at Soap.

“You walked into that one, Si. Now, talk to me.”

Ghost’s tongue darted out between his lips, catching on his teeth before he dropped his head down so far that Soap couldn’t see his eyes. 

“I like… biting. Stuff. Not hard, like I’d hurt you, or anything. Just… enough to feel something between my teeth…” He shook his head, his grip loosening on Soap. “And now I sound like a fucking serial killer.”

“Biting’s not that weird, Si.” 

“Yes it is.” Ghost twisted his head to the side as Soap tried to cup his chin.

“Nothing wrong with having an oral fixation. Or marking things that belong to you.”

Ghost snorted lightly. “Shut up.”

“Nah. Bite me.” Soap managed to grab Ghost’s chin, and pushed his head up. ��Go on.”

Ghost parted his lips, his tongue held between his teeth, eyes fixed on Soap’s lips. “You sure?”

“If I have to tell you again…” 

“Fucking hell, I get it.” Ghost muttered, pulling the mask off entirely before grabbing Soap’s face to hold him still so Ghost could get Soap’s bottom between his teeth, gently nipping at it. When Soap didn’t protest, he went back in, tugging on it, and again, harder, before letting it go and kissing him.

“Better?”

“... Want more.” 

“Do we have time for more?”

“Some of us can keep it in our pants, Soap.” Ghost ground his hips forward against Soap’s, the tight suits doing nothing for Soap’s erection. “Just from that? You’re easy.”

Soap shoved his hips right back. “You do it to me.”

“You asked.”

“You want more.”

“Yes, I do.” Ghost pulled Soap’s head forward, shoving his face into Ghost’s shoulder as Ghost reached around his head to undo the neck of Soap’s tactical gear. He pulled it down to find the skin between Soap’s shoulder and neck, running his lips over it before widening his jaw and biting down. 

Soap whined, still pushing his body against Ghost as he took a hold of Soap’s chin and tilted his head to the side, giving Ghost better access to his skin as he looked for a new place to bite, rolling his tongue against the skin both before and after to soothe him. 

Soap was rutting against Ghost’s thigh, apparently so desperately turned on by being fucking bitten, that Ghost felt stupid that he’d ever hesitated to tell him. He stroked the side of Soap’s face, too fixed on leaving marks that would bruise on Soap’s skin to stop and talk Soap through what he was doing. Soap would just have to make do with Ghost’s leg, which was wedged firmly between Soap’s own, allowing him to take care of himself, which he was doing, as he had started clutching Ghost’s shoulders. 

Soap’s neck was so damn biteable. Fucking hell, there he was being weird again. Ghost cupped Soap’s head again, rolling it over to the other side, Soap’s eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to maintain his rhythm on Ghost’s thigh, especially when Ghost bit down on the other side of his neck. Ghost stayed there, holding Soap close to him in every way possible, until half a second later as Soap’s body seized under him. Ghost let go of him, startled as Soap shoved his own hand over his mouth to hide his groans. He might have been able to do that, but he couldn’t hide that he’d just cum in his pants. 

Ghost chuckled, leaning down to nibble on Soap’s fingertips as Soap rode it out, gladly taking the fingers inside his mouth when Soap pushed them in as he relaxed. 

“Fucking hell, you look good sucking on my…”

Ghost carefully bit down on Soap’s fingers for a second, a warning as he met Soap’s eyes. 

“Not going to be visible. The marks.”

“They will be tomorrow. Unless you plan on wearing this for the rest of your life.” Ghost pushed Soap’s fingers out of his mouth with his tongue, stepping away from Soap as he pulled the mask back on. 

“Keep that up and I just might.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Johnny.” 

[elsiegurl47]

“Remember when you first asked me to deny you? You wanted me to lock you up and never let you cum or see my naked body again. I thought you were being ridiculous. Why would I want to deny my husband? The man I had chosen and loved? This couldn’t seriously be what you wanted, right? But your begging was just so pathetic that I decided to try at least a little. A few days of chastity here and there. Some harmless flirting with other guys in front of you from time to time. I thought you’d change your mind once you started actually getting what you thought you wanted. But you loved it more and more each time. And I loved giving you what you wanted! But then you got brave, didn’t you? You told me about your little diaper fetish. How you didn’t just want to be locked and cucked. No, you wanted to be regressed, forced into diapers and left at home while ‘mommy’ went off and had adult fun with those men she’d flirted with… It was then, after that first spanking and diapering that I really stopped seeing you as a man. After all, what actual man would give up all this ass for a life of diapers, chastity and early bedtimes? Tell me, hubby, do you regret it? Do you regret letting me turn you into a big helpless baby and leave you at home while I fuck any man I want? Oh? You do??? Do you want mommy to unlock that cage and absolutely rock your world with this magnificent pussy you thought you could give up forever? You do??? Aww, that’s so sweet. I honestly didn’t think you’d be man enough to admit that. And I’d honestly respect your wishes if they were coming from a man… but they’re not. They’re coming from a big baby who thought he knew what he wanted. Well now it’s about what mommy wants. And mommy has become quite fond of getting whatever dick she wants while you sit here at home frustrated in your cage and pissing your diaper. So that’s what it’s gonna be, diaper boy. Locked. Denied. Diapered. This is your life now. I suggest you learn to like it. Now I’ve got some orgasms to go have. Be good for my sister, and don’t fuss at bedtime. Night, hubby! 💕”

“And remember… this was YOUR idea.”

[trappedinafantasy37]

Let me tell you about my first time meeting Minthara and locking myself into the grove raid

I was having a chat with someone in the comments of my fanfic where I had told them I locked myself into the grove raid on my first run. They got really curious as to how I managed that. But, my response got a bit too long, so I figured I’d kinda do a bit of a writeup and reminisce about my first time playing Baldurs Gate 3 all the way back on Christmas Day and how I raided the grove with Minthara.

And oooo boi, where do I begin! Just a massive string of first time player who doesn’t know how to look, how to listen, or how to read. To start, never found Wyll in the grove (and when I eventually did he was big mad). I have no idea how I missed him. For some reason, my dumb ass also didn’t explore north of Blighted Village. So, I never found Karlach (and when I eventually did she was big mad). I went down to the swamp and Ethel just humiliated me, so I decided to go back until I was level 5 cause she was level 5. I never found Wood Woad so I never learned of the Shadow Druid stuff. I also never found the Underdark or Grymforge until exploring the goblin camp AFTER the raid so the only thing left for me to do was the grove.

Kagha wouldn’t talk to me cause she wanted me to go to Zevlor. I don’t know how I did it, but Zevlor wanted me to kill Kagha and just refused to talk to me when I said I wasn’t gonna kill Kagha. I also never found Mol so never got the quest to steal the idol.

So, all that was left was the goblin camp. Went downstairs to find the bear in the cage, I kinda figured it was Halsin. But, I think I picked the wrong dialogue options with the goblin kids and pissed off the bear. Long story short, bear got dead. All that was left was talking with Minthara and man she scared the absolute fucking shit outta me! When she told me to tell her where the grove was, I was literally too scared to tell her no and gave her the location. Don’t know bout you, but powerful and scary women can convince me to do just about anything! I felt awful, but it felt like it was the only way to progress the grove conflict.

Then I started the raid and saw that I still had the option to turn against her. I was so excited and thought “Yay! I can still save them AND I’ll have an army of tiefling and druids.” WRONG! I had 3 tieflings and only 1 was actually worth a damn and the druids slept through their big day. Minthara swept the floor with my ass, again, and again, and again. I tried that fight for 3 hours and Minthara won the fight every time. Mind you, I was severely under leveled and was doing the raid at level 3.

I may have found Withers, but didn’t know about respecing so Shadowheart was still in her default class of Trickery Domain (WHICH IS GARBAGE), Astarion who was an Arcane Trickster (WHICH IS GARBAGE), and Bae’zel who carried our asses as best as she could. And then there was me, a Rogue Assassin who loses her biggest advantage after round 1.

In typical drow fashion, she quite literally beat me into submission and I just said, “fuck it, I’mma join her.” Easiest fight in the game, didn’t break a sweat. When I talked to her in the inner sanctum, I genuinely felt nauseous to my stomach, but I decided I wasn’t gonna reload and was live with my choices, even if they’re stupid. I told Minthara that what we did was murder and we deserve to hang for it. Then she said “Look at me” and I was hooked. She has had me in her clutches ever since.

I did the goblin party and her and I went to the chapel. I figured I was gonna get a fade to black kinda sex scene. WRONG! It has got to be the most graphic and explicit sex scene I’ve seen in a game second to Cyberpunk. I was literally in shock the whole time. And then, afterwards, I cuddled with her and she wanted to talk about my feelings and I'm all "O.o, you're supposed to be evil?" The game may have been painting her as an evil character, but that moment showed that there was so much depth to her than just being an evil character. A moment most players will never see cause most don't raid the grove. I truly wasn’t expecting to see her again in Moonrise. And when I did, I knew I had to get her outta there no matter what.

Looking back on it now, it’s interesting for me to see how many things had to go wrong in order for me to end up raiding the grove. If I had found Karlach first, it wouldn’t have happened. If I found the Underdark/Grymforge first and leveled up a bit, wouldn’t have happened. If I freed Halsin, I probably would have killed the goblin leaders (including Minthara cause I did not know about the knock out method on my first play through) and the raid wouldn’t have happened. Hell, if I had thought to lower the difficulty to Explorer it wouldn’t have happened! But I didn’t get that big brain idea until the fight with Nere, well after the grove raid.

Minthara left such a massive impression on me because I did raid the grove. It really does make me think of her line “I would have just been another casualty in your crusade against the Absolute and no one would remember me.” If I did things right, that’s exactly who she would have been and probably would have been dead in most of my playthroughs. But, instead, I fucked everything up and she most certainly wasn’t a casualty and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget her. When meeting her in the goblin camp, never could I have imagined relating so much to a character. Out of all the companions, I relate to Minthara the most and Karlach comes a close second.

I don’t always raid the grove, but I will never kill her under any circumstance. Her and Shadowheart are the only two companions who have survived every playthough I’ve done and will survive every future runs cause I just cannot play this game without them. And it’s all because I was a chronic dumbass and raided the grove.

[toast-tales]

Cursed Cravings, Chapter 6: Lessons in Futility

In which Christopher gets a talking-to from Sam. Contains: ~1.5k words Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!

Christopher had retired to his bedroom for the night after his attempt to feed Danny, preferring to sulk in isolation—not that such a thing had ever been hard to come by for him. There had been many times over the years where he might forget that he had someone else in his home at all, if it weren’t for the fact that this awful, grotesque form could smell them so well, even from across the entire house. Even when he tucked himself away upstairs, Danny’s scent was still entwined faintly in his senses.

Thanks to Danny’s friend, he’d done what he had to do this morning to keep the curse at bay, so the pain in his stomach wasn’t so bad yet. It was tolerable—just the gentlest of reminders that he was fucked, instead of the overwhelming ocean of misery it would eventually become. 

He had another week or two, at least, before he drowned again.

The days that immediately followed when he did it were always when his mind felt clearest. And this time, he didn’t have to worry about when he’d find the next person, or if he would at all, and how long he’d have to endure the pain of that infernal magic eating away at his insides and demanding, always demanding more. 

So, in the absence of that usual anxiety, he was left with the much more uncomfortable prospect of the longer term, and the grimness that was his future. Or what was left of it, anyways.

She certainly won’t be the one to end this. 

In the midst of his gloomy rumination, he thought he could hear something downstairs, though he assumed it was just Sam. If there was actually trouble, Sam would alert him. He didn’t particularly want to confront Danny again yet if it wasn’t necessary. There was a chance he could get her to tolerate his presence if he took things slowly—offered her nicer accommodations in return for a more cooperative attitude, perhaps.

Despite his windows being very firmly shut, a breeze blew through the room, raising the hair on his arms slightly. His eyes idly scanned about as he laid back on his bed. “Is there a problem, Sam?” 

“Oh, no, no problem at all. I just thought I’d check on you, let you know I put Danny in the guest room, see if you wanted any tea-”

Christopher sat up in bed immediately, halting Sam’s blatant attempt at skipping past some particularly crucial information. “You what?” 

“Well, you usually like chamomile before bed, so I-”

“No, no. Don’t you try this with me right now,” Christopher muttered darkly, his eyes scanning futilely around the room in search of where his manservant’s voice had come from. Sam’s voice had floated around the room without giving him a place for his eyes to land on, so he chose to glare at a suspiciously sheepish curtain. “You put her in the guest room without asking me first?” 

“You wouldn’t have said yes anyways,” the curtain protested. 

“What if she tries to escape?” Not to mention this throws my whole plan out the window if Sam’s already let her out of that cage. I can only offer so many incentives for her to not actively hate me.

“Dude, it’s still a giant room. She can’t even get off the bed without help. I’m gonna check on her all the time, and I don’t sleep. You know that.” 

Christopher growled, mostly annoyed that Sam was right. Even so, he shook some of the blankets off of him with an irritated jerk of his arm. “I’m going to go put her back.” 

The curtain inflated a little, almost as if it was smug. “No, you aren’t. I locked her door. Give it a rest for tonight, or I’ll lock yours too.” 

“Sam, you’re forgetting your place.” It was hard to muster up any sort of authority, however, when there wasn’t anyone to actually aim his withering gaze at. 

“I am the place, Chris.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Christopher sighed, too tired to argue, knowing it wasn’t an argument he would ever win. Not when his manservant was an incorporeal spirit that could slip a rug out from under him or lock him in his own room on a whim. He was just lucky that Sam was usually incredibly loyal to him. 

Sam didn’t respond, leaving Christopher with the conversational equivalent of a brick wall to argue with. He flopped back down onto the bed, defeated. 

The lamp on his nightstand turned itself on, the flame flickering weakly. “You know, you should try being nicer to Danny. I think there’s a real shot of breaking our curse with her. She did technically volunteer to stay here willingly. Plus, she’s actually pretty nice.” 

Christopher gave the lamp a weary, dead-eyed stare. “Did you see the way she talked to me? She wouldn’t even eat the food I made for her earlier. She threw it at me. I don’t have a chance.” He stared blankly at the ceiling, a decade-long weariness settling into his bones. “She didn’t scream, but she still thinks I’m a monster. It’s no different than all the others.” 

A pillow from beside him rose with a vengeance and smacked him square in the face. He sat up again, glaring at the offending, seemingly innocent pillow. “Sam, I swear to god, I will-”

“THAT was your idea of ‘nice’ earlier? Really?” 

Christopher sighed bitterly. “Well then, since you’ve got it all figured out, what would you suggest that we haven’t tried already, a million times before?” 

“Well, I’ve already gotten the first step out of the way for you, giving her a nicer place to stay than a cage. You’re welcome. Maybe you could try, y’know, talking to her? Ask her about her hobbies, her family, whatever. Just try and think about how you’d like to be treated if you were in her place.” 

“That never works anyways,” he said with a grimace. “You know it doesn’t.”

“You have to TRY.” 

Christopher rolled his eyes. “She won’t talk to me, Sam. You’re delusional if you think she’s going to be the one to break my curse.” 

“OUR curse, may I remind you. And may I also remind you that the deadline for that is-”

“I know,” Christopher growled, letting out a bit more irritation than he’d intended. His face fell slightly as he sighed. Time passed so agonizingly slowly and yet, the deadline that Sybil had given him was approaching so soon. A month. That’s all they had left, before he was doomed to be a fucking giant forever. It already seemed like forever, anyways. Ten years of this? He could hardly remember being human, eating real food, laughing with friends and hosting parties—a time before he had to hide a set of grotesque horns with his hair every morning. It was like the distant dreams of a different person entirely, tinged with a hazy light but not entirely real. 

He could almost feel Sam draw back, their voice quieter now as the flame of the lamp died down slightly as well. “Pardon me for saying so, but it doesn’t even feel like you’ve been…trying, anymore. We have this perfect opportunity waltz up to our door right before we reach the deadline, and you’re just going to…give up?” 

“What’s the point?” Christopher whispered. He should have been angrier at Sam for saying something so brazen, but he couldn’t find the words to argue with them. He wasn’t the only one cursed, anyways—Sam had also paid the price for Christopher’s mistake, and had done nothing to deserve it but remain by his side when everyone else had fled. But at least Sam didn’t have to deal with the awful burden he did—and when they were doomed to live with this condition for the rest of their lives, at least Sam would be free of the pain he would have to endure. 

“She might be the last one, you know. Before the deadline. We might not get another chance.” 

Christopher’s lips tightened into a fine line. He said nothing.

“...just try, tomorrow. She might surprise you, you know.”

Christopher felt the room get a little emptier as Sam’s presence left, extinguishing the flame on their way out, and he was left with nothing but darkness and his thoughts. There’s no point. She’s not going to give me permission to eat her, especially when I can’t even MENTION the curse itself. That goddamn witch only gave me that stipulation to make a mockery of me. She just wanted to see me suffer for the rest of my life.

He had a week or two, at most, before he would get hungry enough to be forced to eat Danny. It was, admittedly, more time than he usually had—most humans, like the man from yesterday, only wandered by when he’d long since passed the point of desperation. He still didn’t think there was a chance, even if he managed to improve his relations with her in such a short timespan. Why would he go through the effort of being nice and gaining her trust when he’d just have to eat her anyways? It would only make it harder for him when he reached the end of the limit on his hunger. 

It was better that she hated him. Hatred made him feel less guilty about what he’d have to do eventually. 

It had always been harder when they thought that they could trust him, only to have that trust shattered when they were betrayed by the monster in the end. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Next chapter ->

How will the next day go, I wonder? I guess we'll have to see in Chapter 7, Quest for Answers! Thank you all for reading!

I would have posted earlier, but there was a total eclipse today. I was a bit preoccupied!

Thank you, as always, for reading!

[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 22: Business

Hunting bounties requires at least two things: pucks and weapons. A continuation of Beskar Doll found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: None really! No use of Y/N. Whole fic is violent and smutty so Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 5.4k

“Kid,” Din’s voice was low, quiet. “I know you missed her, but she needs to rest, you can’t stay in here if you’re going to do that…” 

There was a squeak and a small hand on your face for half a moment before it was lifted away. A small grunt, this one in protest. 

“Let him stay,” you mumbled, reaching out with your eyes still closed. Din sighed and you smiled a little. “I missed him…” 

“I’ve been trying to keep him out of here,” the Mandalorian said. You felt the mattress shift as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “But he’s… resourceful.” 

“Well he’s a little sorcerer,” you said. The kid’s hand made it to your face again and you opened your eyes to his little face right in front of yours. He was smiling hugely, ears high, eyes wide. He was so thrilled and excited, you thought you’d only felt him like this when he was trying to pounce on the tiny creatures that burrowed into the ground on the uncharted world. You smiled. “Hey buddy. I’m really happy to see you, too.” 

You sat up just enough to give him a kiss on his little forehead before laying back down. Your whole body felt looser, calmer. It was more relaxed than you’d been in years. It was hard to find the motivation to move. 

“How far to Nevarro?” You asked, looking at the Mandalorian, who was watching you with the kid, leaning against the wall at his back. His armor glistened even in the low light. 

“Few more hours,” he said. “You’ve been asleep most of the trip. It seemed like you needed it.” 

“Yeah, can’t say I slept much the night before the meeting,” you said, holding a finger out for the kid to wrap his little hands around. He happily took it, manipulating your knuckles, exploring how your body moved. 

“And you’re healing,” he said, nodding to your shoulder. 

“Oh right,” you said, looking at the bandage. “I forgot about that.” 

He sighed. 

“You’re very bad at taking care of yourself,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Has anyone ever told you that.” 

“Hey, I’ve made it this far,” you said, the baby getting bored with your finger. You grabbed your braid and handed the end to him. He was enthralled. “I’m going to miss this when he figures out hair.” 

Din laughed and you smiled again. Damn, you loved that sound. 

“What happened down there?” He asked quietly. “You were supposed to locate Shadrin, not capture him.” 

“That’s what I’d planned to do, yes,” you said. “But… well, my identity may be more widely known with the Imperials than I thought.” 

“He knew you.” 

“Not well,” you sighed. “I’m guessing he saw an image of my face once or twice, or heard from another General or Moff that one of Sosha’s handmaids was the one who kept fucking up their plans. Describe the queen, you describe the handmaids. We have to look a fair bit alike so we can stand in for her. The ceremonial makeup can hide a lot, but… anyway. He identified me a few minutes after we got there. I wasn’t sure I getting out of there alive if I didn’t take him with me and I doubt we’d get another shot at him after this. I did what I had to.” 

Din nodded slowly. 

“You picked up a decent rifle,” he said, changing the subject. 

“Stole it off one of the idiots guarding Kree,” you smirked. “He decided to step into my striking radius with a fucking rifle, that’s how stupid he was. Anyway, he didn’t deserve it so I kept it.” 

“We can get it modded for you on Nevarro,” Din said. “It will serve you well.” 

“Still in touch with Karga then?” You asked, the kid abandoning the braid and deciding to climb up your rib cage instead. You held your arm out for him to use as a guide so he wouldn’t fall. Din nodded once. “Think he’ll remember me?” 

“Unfortunately yes,” he grumbled. You raised your eyebrows at him. “He may have… asked after you once or twice.” You frowned, surprised. “He wasn’t kidding when he said he was interested in your skills. Didn’t believe me when I said I hadn’t seen you since.” 

“He’s really not going to believe you now,” you teased, stretching a bit. You’d slept in a lot of really nice beds in your life - one of the perks of traveling with and standing in for a queen - but somehow, this bunk was the best one you’d known. 

“I shouldn’t have used a name I’d actually used with him,” you sighed. The kid started trying to get down from your rib cage and you held up your arms to guide him. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing him again, it was the name I used with Layari… it made sense at the time, but it might cause problems now if any Imps managed to track me to Tatooine.” 

“Not worried about the Hutts?” He asked. You shrugged. 

“I don’t think I’d have held their interest for very long,” you said. “And I think they got their pound of flesh.” 

“Your parents.” 

You nodded once, swallowing the tightness in your chest.

“What happened?” 

“Not sure,” you shrugged. “Heard it through a few channels, haven’t been back to Tatooine to look into it myself. Probably Hutts, maybe Imps who had tracked me that far.” You laughed darkly. “You know, my mother stood up to Vader himself once. At Amidala’s tomb. She survived that but couldn’t survive the mess I left behind.” 

The kid made it down to the bed and took your face in his little hands, his eyes meeting yours. He was worried. You smiled a little and stroked his ear. 

“It’s OK kiddo,” you said. “Long time ago now.” 

He wrapped his little arms around your head, putting your face into his tiny body. You hesitated a moment before giving him a squeeze. He cooed. 

“Thank you,” you said, your voice muffled by his robes. He stepped back, his eyes a little brighter. You kissed his nose. He felt satisfied, turning and toddling down the bed toward his dad. 

“You don’t have to meet with Karga,” Din said, holding his arm out for the kid to latch on to. “He doesn’t need to know you’re involved at all.” 

“I want to,” you said, finally sitting up, the blankets falling around your waist. You glanced at your injured shoulder, rotating it a bit and wincing. “If we’re going to be working together, I want a say in the pucks you grab. And if I give him the impression I might give him what he wants, maybe he’ll give us better pucks.” 

“I may not have been really utilizing my relationship with Karga over the last few years,” Din said, tone hesitant. You raised your eyebrows. “For a while, I was taking any puck he offered. Didn’t matter the price. He still came to me with the challenging things - I have the best record in the guild - but he’s been taking advantage of the fact that I’ll take any job.” 

“Why,” you frowned. “Have you been that short on credits?” 

“No,” he shrugged. “Haven’t exactly struck it rich but…” 

He was silent. You waited a moment for him to continue. 

“What then?” 

“It was…” he paused, cocking his head slightly. The kid fell down on his bottom, his ears jiggling. Din helped him up. “It was easier. Staying as busy as possible. Less time to think.” 

You weren’t quite sure what he meant but you didn’t press him. 

“I’m in desperate need of a shower,” you said after a while, leaning your head back against the wall and sighing. “Dreading taking my hair down with my shoulder though.” 

“I can do it.” 

Your head came off the wall so fast it made your head spin. 

“You can do what?” You asked, watching him. He shrugged. 

“Take your hair down,” he said. “I don’t mind.” 

You half expected him to tell you he was kidding but he was just silent, a wall of metal watching you. 

“OK,” you said, still skeptical. 

“Turn around,” he said, coming to the middle of the bed and setting the kid on his lap. You obeyed. It took a moment but then his fingers were in your hair, undoing the braid up the back of your neck and then gently pulling the strands apart as they worked their way up your skull. He’d taken his gloves off, his bare fingers brushing the skin of your neck and your scalp. He ran his fingers through your hair ever few twists up, untangling it. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch. It was strangely intimate. No one had unbraided your hair since Sosha. No man ever had. Goosebumps prickled up your arms, over your neck, heat settling low in your stomach. 

He reached the crown of your head, separating the strands, running his fingers through your hair. After a moment, you were almost sure it was because he was enjoying it. It had to be. Right? 

“There,” he said after a while, a strand of your hair still in his fingers. 

“Thanks,” you said. He’d kissed you when you got back. Actually kissed you - helmet off, his mouth on yours - kissed you. Kissed you in a way that sent a shockwave through your whole body. Kissed you in a way you’d never been kissed before. That had to mean something. He wouldn’t just do that. It had to be something besides feeling obligated to keep you alive. Didn’t it? 

The hand that had been in your hair softly dropped to your uninjured shoulder, running down it to your arm to your hand, his fingers slipping into yours. You looked at his hand, bare in yours. Your thumb ran over his skin. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to do much more than kiss him. 

“We’ll be to Nevarro soon,” he said softly. 

“Mmm,” you turned your head to glance over your shoulder to him. 

“We should be ready.” 

He left his hand in yours. You cautiously brought it to your lips and softly, slowly kissed his knuckles. His breathing stuttered. 

“We should,” you said, bringing your hands back down and reluctantly separating from him. You could still feel him there behind you for a moment before you got up and went to the fresher to clean up. 

***

Din was starting to think he should have pushed back on you meeting with Karga. At the time, it had seemed like a reasonable request. And he trusted Karga. Mostly. But it felt risky now and he didn’t like taking risks with you. 

You’d dressed differently this time than the last time he’d brought you to Nevarro. You treated clothes like costumes, he’d learned. They became an extension of whatever character you were playing at the time. When you’d been to Nevarro before, it was in the guise of a woman who knew how to navigate and manipulate people. You dressed more like a diplomat then. Now, you were a bounty hunter - or a bounty hunter’s assistant, anyway. You looked more lethal, your clothes were more utilitarian and your face was harder, the rifle from Jakku strapped to your back. 

“Let’s drop off the rifle first,” Din said, the kid in the bag at his hip. “Maybe they can finish the work while we meet with Karga and get out of here.” 

He turned to look at you but he realized, suddenly, that you weren’t beside him. You’d just been there, he’d stopped looking at you for only a second - it seemed like all he did lately was look at you - and he takes his eyes off you for a second and you vanish. 

Din was only frantic for a moment, spotting you quickly. He doubled back for you and realized why you’d stopped. You were staring, almost enthralled, at a street musician on the corner, a soft smile on your face. 

“Don’t disappear on me like that,” he tried to keep from growling at you. It took effort. You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze below the visor for a moment before looking back to the musician. 

“Sorry,” you said. “Just… I want to hear the rest of the song.” 

The kid peered out around his arm, watching the man play. Din frowned. The man wasn’t particularly good but you were fascinated and so was the kid, squirming away his his bag. He pulled him out and set him on the ground. He started swaying in time to the music, his ears tilting to hear it better. When the song ended, you and the kid both clapped and Din sighed, fishing a credit out of his pocket and setting it in the man’s cup. You gave him a pleased smile and turned to go back the way the three of you have been going. 

“Didn’t know you were a music fan,” Din said. 

“Aren’t you?” You asked, looking up to him. He shrugged. 

“Music is different for Mandalorians. It’s our history. Not… that.” 

You shook your head and smiled a bit as you scooped up the kid. You looked at him, your smile growing. His little arms flew out in glee as you propped him on your hip. 

“What do you like about it?” He asked, genuinely wondering. He was usually stuck trying to puzzle out the way your mind worked. You generally avoided exposing things about yourself. He wasn’t sure if it was a holdover from your work during the war or if you’d never felt comfortable talking about things you felt, but you tended to bundle it into yourself until something burst and it came rushing out of you before you could help it. It seemed like he only got to know you just before your broke. He wanted to change that.

You frowned, thinking for a moment. 

“I guess I just think music is kind of the best thing we’ve really done,” you said. The kid was tugging at your shirt and you brought your hair around from your back for him, just knowing what he wanted. You looked up at Din. “Think about how much time we, as people, have spent figuring out ways to kill each other and make money and get power. All that effort to hurt people. And then there’s music, this thing that everyone made. All the different cultures that have connected in this galaxy and all of us developed music at some point, something that exists just because we wanted it to, willed it to, because we feel something from it…” You trailed off, shrugging. “I just hadn’t really heard music in a while… not someone playing music, anyway. I kind of forgot what it was like.” 

He just nodded slowly. He could almost see your wheels turning, trying to pull any vulnerabilities back into yourself. You looked at him, one of the masks he’d gotten to know slipping in place. 

“Of course, where would we be without innovative ways to kill each other?” You smirked a little. “Speaking of which, you mentioned my rifle…” 

The Mandalorian took you to a weapons seller he knew in the city. Not as good as the armorer but, with the covert gone, he’d take what he could get. 

“You’re sure you want to put this kind of equipment on a weapon for your…” the man looked you over to you as you browsed a wall of knives, your hands behind your back like you were trying to not pick them up. “Friend? Seems like it might be overkill…” 

Din glared at him from below the helmet, intense enough that the man took a step back on instinct. The kid was back in the bag at his hip, looking up at him and frowning. 

“What about her makes you think it’s overkill.” Din’s voice was level and calm but the challenge in his tone was apparent. The man swallowed. 

“No, Mando, not… like that,” he said quickly. “But for someone who’s young and inexperienced with weapons…” 

“Doll.” He said. Your head snapped around, brows raised, frowning slightly. 

“Mando,” you said. He realized he didn’t think he’d ever called you Doll around anyone but the kid. 

“See a knife you like?” 

“I don’t need another one…” 

“Not what I asked.” 

You looked at him for a second before grabbing one off the wall. It was large, with a serrated edge. 

“This one is intriguing,” you said, walking over with it, passing it from hand to hand. “Well balanced.” You tossed it in the air, the blade flipping a few times before the handle landed back in your palm. You tossed it again and grabbed it out of the air to adjust your grip. “Heavy enough to do damage, light enough to use for long periods. Plus with the serration, I could probably take off a whole limb with it if I really needed. Which could be handy.” 

“Think it would throw well?” He nodded to a target on the wall behind the counter, clearly intended for decoration but you tossed the knife to adjust your grip and threw it, landing the blade dead center in the target with a thud. 

“Well enough,” you shrugged, turning back to the Mandalorian. “But I think I’m set on knives, just need to get the rifle modded.”

He looked back to the seller who was openly staring at you. You frowned, looking up at Mando. 

“OK then,” you muttered, going back to the wall of knives with a roll of your eyes. The Mandalorian repeated his question. 

“What about her makes you think it’s overkill.” 

“I think I have a few things your new partner might like,” he said quickly. Din smiled a bit, watching you for a moment as he followed the man across the shop. He had the strange, sudden urge to have you show your skills to everyone, have the whole galaxy know just how well you could do what you could do. And know that you were his. 

The weapons seller was eager to get back in the Mandalorian’s good graces, giving him a set of throwing stars for you free of charge when he took the rifle to build it out for you. 

“What was that about?” You asked, giving the baby your hand as he sat in his bag as the three of you made your way to Karga’s.  

“Proving a point,” Din shrugged. You don’t press him. 

“Is there a name you’d like to go by now?” He asked. “With Karga. Or anyone else. I can’t just call you Doll here.” 

“I think Alderaanian would be good,” you said. “Records from there are still very spotty for obvious reasons, it makes covering up a lack of ID and chain code issues a bit easier, though I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to really play that card…”

“How do you come up with the names?” He asked. “You’ve had a few.” 

“I try to think of people I’ve met from those worlds and people they’ve mentioned, try to come up with an amalgamation that sounds right,” you shrugged. “Of course, I usually have a little more time to vet things, make sure I’m not stealing someone’s identity but… I knew an Essa on Alderaan as a girl. I liked her. I don’t think she’d mind me using her first name.” 

“Essa,” the Mandalorian tested it, trying to tie the sound to you. It was hard. You were just… you. It almost made sense that you had so many different names, ways the universe knew of you. You were too much to contain in one title. You necessitated many. 

“Mando!” Karga greeted him with literal open arms, meeting him on the street and pulling him into a hug. He hesitated for a moment before briefly hugging him back. “How’ve you been? Enjoying your time off, I hope.” 

“I have someone for Cara on the ship,” he said. “Plus the bounty I called you about a few days back.” 

“Always all business,” he smiled before he properly noticed you. His face softened. “Amira!” 

“Karga,” you gave him a half smile. “Pleasure to see you again.” 

He took you by the shoulders and kissed your cheeks. Mando flexed his hand and ground his teeth. The kid squeaked, looking up at him. 

“You know, our mutual friend has been hiding you away,” his hands were still on you, sliding down your arms to take your hands. “Told me he hasn’t seen you in years.” 

“We ran into each other again a few weeks ago,” you smiled, but it was a guarded one. You didn’t trust Karga as far as you could throw him. You were good at hiding it, Din doubted Karga could tell. “We hadn’t seen each other in years before that.” 

He was still holding your hands. Din was done with it. He stepped into the narrow space between you and Karga, forcing the other man to step back and drop your hands. 

“That’s enough.” The kid made a worried squeak from his hip. Karga looked from Din’s helmet to you over his shoulder, his brows raised. You stepped alongside the Mandalorian, glancing up at him before looking back to Karga. 

“Gentlemen,” you smiled, keeping your eyes on Karga. “Conducting business on the street is poor form. Why don’t we take this conversation inside?” 

“Please,” Karga gestured to the door and you led the way inside, giving the Mandalorian an incredulous look as he passed you. 

You settled in Karga’s office, you looking out the windows instead of taking a seat near the desk. 

“Things have changed on Nevarro since I was last here,” you had the same distant, placating smile. Din wondered how many times you’d given him that smile before he’d learned it. 

“We’ve been making improvements,” he smiled, proud. “But it got easier when Mando helped us clear out some Imperial remnants.” 

You gave the Mandalorian a look. Impressed, he thought. He shrugged. 

“Before we get down to the business side,” Karga, sat down. “Mando, give me that baby and Amira, tell me what you’ve been up to the past three years. Thinking over my offer, I hope.” 

Mando sighed, picking the baby up out of the bag and setting him on Karga’s desk. He squealed and toddled to Karga and the Mandalorian looked your way. He could almost see your opinion of Karga change when you saw how the kid thought of him. Your gaze and smile shifted. More open. 

“Here kiddo,” Karga opened a desk drawer, pulling out a sleeve of cookies and putting them on his desk before handing one to the kid. Mando sighed. Karga turned his attention back to you. “So, Amira…”

“Essa,” you corrected him. “I’m afraid Amira died a few years back.” 

Karga nodded slowly. 

“And how long have you known Essa?” 

You glanced to the Mandalorian. He gave you a small nod. You looked back to Karga.  

“A few hours,” you shrugged. “Lived a few lifetimes since I was last here.” 

The kid finished his cookie and squeaked, holding out his hands. Karga obliged him. 

“Sounds like you’ve changed your mind about settling down then,” he smiled. “My offer still stands. Someone with your skills could be very valuable to the guild.” 

You shrugged, noncommittal. 

“Haven’t decided yet,” you said. “But I’d like to keep my debts to bounty hunters to a minimum. Once I’ve paid back Mando, I’ll consider it.” 

The kid finished his second cookie and started squeaking again, hands out. Karga went to give him another one, but the Mandalorian cut him off. 

“He doesn’t need any more than that,” he said, picking him up off the desk and putting him on his lap. “It’ll make him sick.” 

“Mando,” Karga said. “Let me spoil him, come on…” 

The child stretched his arm out, closing his eyes and concentrating. The Mandalorian caught it a second later than you did. 

“Mando!” You started reaching for the kid, even though you were too far away to do anything. The cookie flew into the kid’s hand and he smiled, immediately taking a bite. The Mandalorian sighed, shaking his head at the kid. He barely caught the flash of chrome as you pulled your blaster, leveling it at Karga. 

“Woah!” His hands immediately went up. Din jumped to his feet, all but dropping the kid on the desk and stepping between you and the other man. 

“Doll…” he cautioned, hands up. But it was like you didn’t even see him. 

“That wasn’t me, Essa, I swear,” Karga kept his voice level and calm. 

“I know it wasn’t,” you said. Your hand was steady as you moved yourself around the Mandalorian to keep Karga in your sights. “But you saw it.” 

“I did,” Karga said. 

“Doll,” Mando said again, edging closer to you. Your eyes darted to him and back to Karga. 

“It’s too risky for him to know,” you said. “What’s to stop him from informing on the kid?” 

“He already knew, Doll,” Mando said. You met his eyes behind his helmet and he closed the distance between the two of you. He kept his hands up, too, doing everything he could to make sure you didn’t see him as a threat. 

“And you trust him?” You asked, skeptical. 

“I owe the child my life,” Karga said, his tone the most honest the Mandalorian had heard him speak. “I’d never let something happen to him.” 

You glanced around the Mandalorian to Karga and back to his visor. 

“He’s safe, Doll,” Mando said. “Put down the gun.” 

There was half a moment where Din wondered if he’d be able to take you down if he needed to. Physically, he was capable of it. But he wasn’t sure if he could do it. Stand in your way, yes, but he didn’t think he could bring himself to tackle you and take your weapon. 

You lowered the blaster, putting it back in its holster. He heard Karga let out a breath and Mando stepped aside. He kept an eye on both you and Karga, waiting to see if he’d need to intervene. Your detached smile returned. The kid took a bite of his cookie.

“Apologies,” you said smoothly. “I didn’t know you were aware of the kid’s abilities. With the kind of people who are interested in him, I’d like to keep the number of people who know to a minimum.” 

“I understand,” Karga replied, sounding a bit out of sorts. He looked to the Mandalorian. “I thought her skills were limited to people.” 

He shrugged. 

“She’s got a few areas of expertise.” 

“And which life did that one come from?” Karga sat back down. You glanced at Mando before taking the seat across from Karga at his desk. 

“My first one,” you replied. “It involved a lot of protection work.” 

“I’d appreciate if you just used the people skills on me in the future,” he said. 

You smiled. 

“I’ll do my best.” 

Karga was back to business. 

“You mentioned owing Mando?” He was all but ignoring the Mandalorian then. You nodded once. He leaned across the desk toward you. “What if I were to buy him out? Just how much do you owe?” 

“A small fortune, I’m afraid,” you leaned forward, too, smiling slightly. “Besides, you sure you want to go into business with the kind of person who will pull a blaster on you?” 

“That’s the only kind of person I go into business with,” he replied. 

“She’s not for sale,” Mando growled, cutting off this conversation. The child’s ears dipped, looking between Karga and the Mandalorian. 

“Now Mando,” Karga looked at him. “I’m sure we could reach a nice agreement, I could even go a little over, make sure you get your money’s worth….” 

“She’s not for sale,” he stood up then. He felt your eyes on him. 

“Sounds like you’ll have to wait for me to work off my debts,” your eyes were still on him, he could feel you watching him. 

“Sit down, Mando,” Karga said, sitting back in his seat. “I’m not trying to poach your cohort. Not yet, anyway.” 

He ground his teeth but obeyed, glancing your way. You looked cool and at ease. He couldn’t tell if you really wanted him to sell your debt to Karga or not. Not that he considered you to have a debt to sell. If you really wanted to go, he’d let you. It would be hard, but he would say goodbye. 

“I take it you’ll be working together then?” Karga asked. Mando gave a stiff nod before you had a chance to reply. “Well, I have some pucks that will work better for two…” 

Din cut off the lowball offers that Karga sprinkled in with the others he put on the table, glancing your way to see if there was anything you were objecting to or concerned with before picking up a puck. 

“This one is sticky,” he put the puck on the table, bringing up the image of a young man, human. He had a black eye in his picture. “High bounty but high risk.” 

Mando was about to turn it down when you spoke up. 

“What kind of risk?” You asked. 

“He’s wanted for smuggling,” he said. “He would be a typical bail jumper but he ducked out on a hefty bond - 100,000 credits - and he fell in with a gang on Tatooine. He got in quick, already embedded. Had a few other guild members try to bring him in already but he keeps dodging them. It gets too dicey and they bow out. I’ve been saving the next shot at him for you, Mando. Warm or cold, 25,000.” 

“We can’t take work on Tatooine,” Mando said, but you cut him off. 

“Yes we can,” you said, about to go back to addressing Karga. Din cut you off. 

“No, we can’t,” he replied. “Too dangerous for you there.” 

“I want to go back, Mando,” you said. 

“No.” 

“Yes.” You turned back to Karga. “What’s the gang? Hutt adjacent?” 

“Not really,” Karga shrugged. “Weapons traders. They do trade with the Hutts but it’s no different than any other business relationship, no security backing.” 

“See?” You turned back to Mando. “It’s fine.” 

Din sighed. 

“Doll…” 

“You said I would get a say in what pucks we picked up,” you replied. “I want this one.” 

The Mandalorian looked at you for a moment. Your gaze was firm, mind made up. 

“Fine,” he said. “But first sign of…” 

“I know,” you cut him off. 

“I mean it,” he said. “I’m not risking you for a bounty. I don’t care how high it is.” 

You rolled your eyes and looked back toward Karga. 

“We’ll take it.” 

The kid was getting antsy and he got your attention, you reading him in the way you do. You smiled a little, shaking your head. 

“What? Mando asked. 

“Take a guess,” you replied. He sighed. 

“Want to take him to find something to eat?” He asked. “I’ll finish up here.” 

You scooped the kid up, pulling him into your side and putting him on your hip, heading out onto the streets of Nevarro. Din watched you go, looking at the door you went through for a moment too long after you were gone. 

“She know the real reason you won’t sell her debts?” Karga asked after a moment, a sly half smile on his face. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” Mando replied. 

“Does she even owe you?” Karga asked. 

“No,” the Mandalorian said. “She won’t believe me when I tell her that, though. She’s done too much for me, she couldn’t owe me.” 

“Hard to put a price on something you’re not willing to part with,” Karga said. Din glared at him from below the helmet. “You could try telling her, Mando.” 

“No.” 

“Can’t hurt,” Karga said. 

“Yes, it can,” Din said sharply. “She’s been through enough.” 

Karga considered him for a moment. 

“You have men for me,” he said. “In carbonite, I assume?” Din nodded once. “You found the general, then?” 

“She did.” 

Karga nodded slowly. 

“Cara will be happy,” he said. Din went to a window, looking out at the street. He found you almost immediately, your back to him, the kid still on your hip. You were talking to him, your loose hair hiding most of your face from view, but the kid was reaching for you. He looked back to Karga. 

“Think you can do me a favor?”

A/N: If you're loving Beskar Doll and are OK reading elsewhere, through Chapter 40 is live on AO3. I'm playing catch up posting here and the whole fic will eventually be here, too. But if you'd rather not wait, you have options! Love you and thank you for being here!

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Sneak peek for the next chapter of “ Lumine's harem (if Aether allows it)“      

TW: Incest, dubcon, CNC. Dead dove content. MINORS DNI Pairings: Lumine X Aether. Lumine X Kazuha

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“So, what do you want to talk about?” she asked, following Kazuha’s gesture as he directed her to sit on the couch, “Is everything alright?” 

“I’m not sure yet.” Kazuha said, sitting beside her, “It’s…about Beidou.” 

Lumine nodded, silently asking him to continue:

“I just got a message from her and she asked me for a full report on the Alcor and more specifically, what happened on it.” 

“O-oh!” Lumine exclaimed, feeling her face turn red. She almost forgot that Kazuha had caught her in the middle of a fuck pile, cum oozing out of both her holes.

“And you know this about me, Lumine. I never betray the trust my comrades have on me, especially when it comes to the people who saved my life. So… I'm sorry to say but, I must tell Beidou the absolute truth of the situation.” 

“Th-That I-”

“That you used her beloved ship as a breeding ground, yes.” 

“Kazuha!” Lumine exclaimed, lightly smacking his arm, “Don’t say it like that!” 

“Am I wrong?” the man challenged, eyes flickering to where she hit him and back up to her, a certain darkness forming in them. 

“N-No but-” Lumine sputtered, looking away and pouting, “Just sounds so lewd…” 

“Because it is.” Kazuha said, “What you all did was so…dirty. Beidou will blow a fuse when she finds out.” 

Lumine fiddled on her seat, frowning. She didn’t like the idea of making Beidou angry and she’d much rather that night on the ship be kept a secret between those involved. 

“Then could you please not tell her?” Lumine asked, giving Kazuha her best puppy dog face, “She doesn’t have to know- please?” 

Kazuha let out a sigh as he leaned against the couch, looking up like he was contemplating. “I could keep it a secret…I could…but why would I?” 

“Eh?” 

“Why should I keep it a secret?” Kazuha repeated, freezing her with a look that made her breath hitch, “I get nothing out of helping you. So, what’s in it for me?” 

“Ummm- uhhh-” Lumine babbled, her brain trying to comprehend his words, a bit flustered with the way he was looking at her- like a predator sneaking up on its prey- “Wh-what do you want?” 

“Oh, I know what I’d want from you.” Kazuha said, straightening up before leaning towards her, “The question is if you can give it to me.” 

“Kazuha-”

“It would be a real shame if Beidou found out what you did,” Kazuha said, a dark glint in his eye as he cornered Lumine, pressing her against the armrest as he caged her in, “She’d never trust you again after soiling her ship in such a filthy- filthy manner.” he growled the word filthy the second time, making her hiccup. His eyes were dark, his fingers tight against the armrest as he came closer, his body almost touching her own. 

“What would her reaction be, I wonder?” Kazuha continued, bringing a hand up to twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers, “If I walked up to her and told her: ‘your beloved Alcor was used as a breeding spot for Lumine to get fucked by multiple men again…and again…and again…’”

“Are you…blackmailing me?” Lumine asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft as her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know what had gotten into Kazuha, or perhaps this was a side of him he kept secret- but she was intrigued. She always suspected there was more to the man beyond his soft, gentle demeanor and she wondered if this situation gave him the opportunity to bring that out.

“Doesn’t that make things more fun?” Kazuha asked, his face close enough that she could feel his hot breath against her, “Poor Lumine. Caught up in a mess where all she can do is obey every word I give her…or else, the Captain finds out you went on a night long breeding gangbang spree on her beloved ship.”

Lumine gulped as her eyes flickered down to see his hardness press against his pants, the man clearly enjoying the situation, taking pleasure in cornering her. Being perfectly honest with herself, Kazuha didn’t need to blackmail her to comply with his demands- but if this is what gave him pleasure- then she’d be happy to go along with it. “So? Do I tell our beloved captain?” Kazuha asked. 

“N-No please-” Lumine said, eyebrows furrowed as she easily slid into her role, whimpering sweetly, “Don’t tell her. She’ll never trust me again!” 

“I can be convinced to keep my mouth shut.” Kazuha said, taking a strand of her hair and kissing it gently, a quick thanks for playing along, “as long as you listen to what I say and do as I order. No complaints~” 

“Ok…I-I’ll do anything?” 

“Really? Anything?” 

“Anything.”